anonymous asked:

hii Kin, can i vent out to you? or can i have some advice? So my friend is bailing out on me with this event just because her boyfriend can't make it. And she literally said that she will get bored going with me and want to leave. I'm just like wtf. I just said ok and haven't replied to anything else. But I just feel like that was just really rude because we had plans for it before her boyfriend was even invited. :l I don't really know what to do now because I bought the tickets and everything..

just sold the tickets for someone else or ask a new friend to go with you, you shouldn’t stuck with that kind of toxic friend. I used to have a friend like that and i have to stuck with her for 3 years because at the time I thought that nobody would want to be friend with me beside her. But once i got older, i realized that my world is much bigger than “just that rude friend” and i stopped being friend with her and i felt sooo much better

it would suck being a new immortal. like it’d be 2109 and people would go, “what was it like seeing ancient civilizations rise and fall like that? seeing the pyramids being built? watching the expansion and growth of the new world?” and i’d just be like, “no…no i was born in 1991. so like, wow i’m gonna see some cool stuff, but, i mean i’m not that much older than just a really, really old person, you know? phones were big back then. so big. but only for like ten years, then they got like, as good as they are now. uh. rhinos existed. don’t think i ever saw one in person. cool, good talk.”

“The whole reason I joined the Marines was to get away from a bad situation at home. My older brother was one of the leaders of The Latin Kings gang, and he got sentenced to twelve years in prison. He actually got out of prison just as I was going through the Police Academy, and he even came to my graduation. You know what he told me one time when I visited him in prison, right before I deployed for Iraq? He told me: ‘I’m older than you. But you’re my big brother.’ That was so honest of him, it really fucked me up.”

I’ve spent most of my life chasing the person I want to be. Because 20-year-old me will have better friends, and 25-year-old me will land a killer job, and 30-year-old me will be madly in love. And me 6 months from now will be skinnier, and me a year from now will be more confident, and me some time from now will be better somehow. So much better. For years, this is what I thought. That if I could just wait it out, everything would get better.
     It took me a long time to realize that life doesn’t work that way. Older doesn’t mean happier or easier, and it certainly doesn’t mean better; it just means older. Life isn’t a well plotted screen play, or a checklist, or, God forbid, some waiting room. We have got to stop waiting. Because life isn’t about growing up to be all that we’ve ever wanted; it’s just about growing.
     It’s about love, and change, and crying yourself to sleep when it’s all too much. And working at a burger joint, and kissing your best friend even though he might not like you back, and calling your mom every Sunday because you miss her like hell. It’s fights, and promotions, and hospital visits. And then it’s this: another wedding of another one of your college friends, the third one this year, but this time you meet a groomsman who’s just as down on love and you dance all night. And this: he cries when you say “I do.” And this: a kid with your eyes and his dorky ears.
      Or maybe not. Maybe it’s this: you write everything, everywhere, all the time, even when the prettier kids make fun of you, and the short teacher with the big nose tells you it’s good. Really good. And this: you’re living in a shoebox, by the skin of your teeth, but there’s a bar across the street that lets you read your poetry, and every time you do, someone in the crowd finally knows what it feels like to be understood. And this: your words being published. Your words. Being bought by people who could be spending their money on anything at all. And you sit in your twin bed where you’ve written your entire novel, a dozen empty coffee mugs still dirty on the nightstand, and you scream until your lungs burn.
      It’s all of these things, and bad things, and good things, and the raw realization that it doesn’t get better or worse, it just gets different. It just changes. Always, always changes. And somehow that makes it more wonderful. Because future you may have the friends, and the boy, and the job, but she didn’t get it by waiting around. She is a product of you. Right now, tomorrow, changing and growing every moment that follows. She is kind, and breathing, and beautiful. But she waits for the day she doesn’t have to worry about paying a mortgage bill, and she worries too often about what people think of her. She still doesn’t have it together.
     And maybe that’s what I’ve learned after all this time: nobody has it together. We’re all just here, floundering around in pursuit of being something more. Broken, thoughtful creatures with too much time on our hands, desperate for the companionship of someone who reminds us that we are not alone. We don’t have much of anything figured out. Maybe we never will. But more importantly, I think that’s how it’s supposed to be.
—  ramblings of an overthinker

When you shoot yourself into space to look for your lost older brother and you end up with two ୧(๑ ⁼̴̀ᐜ⁼̴́๑)૭

At least I’m hoping she does cause you know there’s always the possibility she might end up with neither but lets… lets not go there…

so many homestuck cosplayers at comicon

and most were like between 12 and 14????

like how??? I was first getting into it at that age, too, but that was when it was extremely popular. Like right around cascade. 

The 17-20 year olds there were basically babysitting and the few 15-16 year olds were just sorta having a good time somewhere between the annoying preteens and the babysitting adults and I envied them

What got me the most was that the 12-14 year old ones know circa 2012 fandom songs. Like You Can’t Fight The Homestuck and The Twelve Trolls of Christmas. They were singing them. Was this passed down from older members of the fandom? If so, online or at cons?  Did they discover them on their own?

The homestuck fandom hasn’t changed in all my years of reading this webcomic but I’ve changed and I completely expected for it to have changed with me. Like, I fully expected the meet up to be mostly 17-20 year olds reminiscing about the good ol days of the fandom, but there are these kids having the good ol days right now. They’re living it. The fandom didn’t die down, me and people I got into it with did, and that’s so weird to me.

the signs as fall out boy lyrics
  • aries: "Loaded words and loaded friends / Are loaded guns to our heads" - Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
  • taurus: "I found the cure to growing older / And you're the only place that feels like home / Just so you know you never know / And some secrets weren't meant to be told" - I Slept With Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This...
  • gemini: "Tempest in a teacup / Get unique / Peroxide princes shine like shark teeth" - Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown...
  • cancer: "So long live the car crash hearts / Cry on the couch all the poets come to life" - Thriller
  • leo: "I'll be your #1 with a bullet / A loaded god-complex cock it and pull it" - Sugar We're Going Down
  • virgo: "I'm a young one / Stuck in the thoughts / Of an old one's head / When all the others were just stirring awake / I'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again" - W.a.m.s.
  • libra: "I need more dreams / And less life / And I need that dark in a little more light" - Save Rock and Roll
  • scorpio: "I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs / But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me" - The (Shipped) Gold Standard
  • sagittarius: "I'm not passive but aggressive / Take note it's not impressive [...] And it's our time now if you want it to be / Maul the world like the carnival bear set free" - The Kids Aren't Alright
  • capricorn: "Though the motions I've been going through have failed / And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall / At a hundred miles an hour" - Saturday
  • aquarius: "All the kids who screamed (we weren't the same) / In sweaty rooms / Now we're doomed to organizing walk-in closets like tombs / Silent film stars stuck in talking cinema light" - Where Did the Party Go
  • pisces: "I'm coming apart at the seams / Pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams" - Disloyal Order of the Water Buffalo

“I was a good student. I did football, karate, basketball, all sorts of activities. I never skipped school. I first sold drugs when I was twelve or thirteen. It wasn’t a full time thing. Just whenever I needed money. My mom was raising four of us in a one-bedroom apartment, so we didn’t have money for clothes. I just needed enough to keep people from focusing on me. Just enough to keep moving. But as I got older, it cost more and more to stay up. Girls came into the picture. I wanted to impress them. I started dealing more and more, and all the other activities faded out of my life. I tried to study nursing after high school. I paid my tuition with drug money. But I lost focus after two years and fell back on drug dealing. I thought I could be double-minded. But it’s not possible. You can’t do good and bad at the same time. The bad always wins. There’s no such thing as Robin Hood. Nobody wants to hear that you’re dealing drugs to feed your family. Prosecutor doesn’t want to hear that. Society doesn’t want to hear that. The system doesn’t want to hear that. There’s a verse in the Book of Ezekiel, I forget which one, but it talks about this. It says something like: ‘If you do all good, and one bad, the good will not be mentioned.’”

(Federal Correctional Institution: Cumberland, Maryland)

I’ve got to tell you guys about all the amazing things happening over at Susie’s Senior Dogs. So we started this page on a whim last week, for the purpose of placing old dogs in new homes. (And by we, I mean 95% my girlfriend, and 5% me– let’s be honest.) Nearly 100,000 people “liked” the page in 24 hours. 

We’ve posted about 11 dogs so far, and 6 of them have been adopted– from all over the country. It’s just been an incredible success. Almost all of these dogs were ten years or older, and many of them had been in shelters for a long time. Check out these pictures of the pups in their new homes. Remember, these guys were sleeping in cages just last week. 

From Left to Right: Nina (13), Fancy (12), and Max (10).

Life experiences have been the influences for the album, and just stuff that I’ve been through, especially in the last 5 years with being in the band and everything.

It’s quite a personal album and we recorded a lot of it actually out in the woods and stuff like this, which is quite weird.

It was just something that we wanted to do ‘cause we wanted to make it quite real and genuine.  You know, I used to listen to a lot of Bollywood, being a kid and stuff. So yeah, that definitely influenced the music a little bit.

And then, as I got older, I guess I just started listening to a lot of my dad’s old records, like 90’s stuff. A lot of r&b, a lot of rap.

It’s a nice feeling to come out of a place where you are being told what to do, just because certain expectations are set and things that people want to see.

It is just all my perspective and that’s fully liberating.

I wouldn’t be able to give you a one standout moment where I was like, this is what I want to do. Because I guess I just always kinda knew.

—  Zayn for FADER

“I think [Gillian and I] got past that point [of hating each other]. I think there were certainly times when we were shooting, when we were all exhausted, years ago, that we might have wanted to see other people on set beside each other.  But now, I think really, it’s like …all that’s just evaporated.  I think as you get older, I think if you’re lucky, if you’re maturing the stuff that used to bother you, the little things, kinda of evaporate and all that’s left is the heart, and that’s all we have left is just total appreciation of one another. So, I don’t know if that makes us like an old married couple, a successful old married couple maybe, I don’t know.”

David Duchovny on WAAF, November 2015

Sometimes I keep forgetting that Izuku was Quirkless. Look at this precious baby Izuku. All those years not having a Quirk must be really painful for him…

Do you think maybe he tried to do this everyday? Even as he got older? Even up to now? Maybe it became a routine. Like as soon as he wakes up for the day, he’d check if he suddenly has a Fire-breathing Quirk or an Attraction Quirk. Still kinda hoping he has it despite having One for All.



I’ve been entertaining myself lately with what could have happened if Chrom had been able to marry any girl in the game. Like Miriel. In my head Miriel as Lucina’s mom makes a lot of sense, since it would show where Lucina got her lack of humor?? 

and you CANNOT tell me that brother and sister Laurent and Lucina wouldn’t be the cutest thing ever, just imagine Lucina going back in time with her younger brother and meeting up with him later to find that hOLY SHIT HE’S LIKE 3 YEARS OLDER THAN HER NOW??

plus glasses!lucina is a must for me ok

i’m probably going to do a lot more of these

Update: i made more and i’ll be making more, so follow me if you wanna see me rant about chrom’s limited marriage choices


long distance relationship au

okay so i’m still emo about this one where Shiro and Keith are together but obviously aren’t in one place but they make it work because they are willing to try. So here are the ones I drew of ShiroKeith & the finale for visual purposes.

  • Shiro is two years older than Keith
  • They got together in college because they had the same Advance International Governance and Law class
  • Shiro was graduating to pursue med school (I want to help people, Keith)
  • Keith was friggin proud of course and he’s an art student
  • They talked it out because Shiro’s school will be somewhere far and if they were still going to continue their relationship and Shiro was worried because long distance relationships sometimes don’t work but
  • Keith kicked him “are you kidding me? of course we are, you idiot! or are you tired of me already? we just got together this year after 2 years of pining, Shiro wtf”
  • So they make it work
  • Shiro started med school and at first it was fine cause not much stuff going on yet. They skype after class and have skype dates 
  • Until exams happened and they got busy but they still do the usual skype thing but most of the time they just leave it on while they do their stuff and do small talk from time to time “Oh god, Keith I can’t seem to get this one right” “You’ll get it eventually–ah dammit my paint just spilled”
  • It’s so they can at least pretend they are still together in one place
  • But of course it’s fun too. They send each other silly photos of random stuff that remind them of each other. Shiro would send something red most of the time to Keith while Keith replies with a grumpy emoji because that grumpy cat doesn’t even look like him AT ALL
  • Keith does part time at the university library and whenever he arranged books in the YA section, he’d browse and totally-not-intentional would read and he would take a photo of a line from a book “she ran her fingers through his hair and gave him a kiss on the cheek” and he’d send it to Shiro with the caption “me to you” and SHIRO CRIES and he gets so emo because it was Keith’s first time sending that kind of photo and he loves it so he tells Keith that
  • and so Keith would send him lines from the books he’d read that he wanted to tell and do to Shiro. sometimes he’d take a photo of a tree that was so big and tall with the caption “this is you” and Shiro would be dying of laughter but he gets Keith’s humour
  • Shiro saved EV E R Y TH ING
  • They get matching everything–from beanies to shirts to bracelets to friggin lockets because they are that sappy couple
  • They send each other stuff thru mail like “i saw this set of paints that you’ve been wanting for so long and they have it here so i got it for you! enjoy!” “this mug is really nice it would match your stupid beautiful eyes that i apparently love for some really WEIRD reason –love keith”
  • It would go on for the whole year until term break happens and to hell with it Keith booked a flight to Shiro’s place with all his part time money
  • Shiro was excited! After a year of not seeing each other, he was finally going to see Keith. HE CLEANS HIS FLAT LIKE A MAD MAN EVERYTHING SHOULD BE SPOTLESS
  • Shiro drives to the airport and waits at the arrival area impatiently
  • Passengers have already started coming out and he looked around frantically waiting for a certain someone UNTIL HE SAW SOMEONE WALKING WITH A RED SUITCASE WEARING A CAP
  • And Shiro was so worried because KEITH STOP OMG YOU’RE BUMPING INTO PEOPLE but no Keith went on and when he was so close to his boyfriend, he lets go of his suitcase and glomped at Shiro (who thankfully was able to catch him good lord) and Keith hugged the hell out of him without saying anything
  • They remained like that for what felt like half an hour and they didn’t care if people were staring until Shiro heard a sob
  • Shiro rubbed his hand on Keith’s back without saying anything just letting Keith take it all in
  • “I’ve missed you so much” Keith finally said as he tightened his grip on Shiro burying his face even more into his neck
  • Shiro wanted to cry because god he loves Keith so much it’s crazy
  • “Me, too, Keith. Me, too.”

“I think [Gillian and I] got past that point [of hating each other]. I think there were certainly times when we were shooting, when we were all exhausted, years ago, that we might have wanted to see other people on set beside each other.  But now, I think really, it’s like … all that’s just evaporated.  I think as you get older, I think if you’re lucky, if you’re maturing the stuff that used to bother you, the little things, kinda of evaporate and all that’s left is the heart, and that’s all we have left is just total appreciation of one another. So, I don’t know if that makes us like an old married couple, a successful old married couple maybe, I don’t know.”

An Entry in the Journal of Dipper Pines

June 18, 2013

It’s our second summer here in Gravity Falls, and so far it has been VERY different from our first summer here. No big conspiracies nor mysteries popping up, no ominous hints of things to come, no great divides between family and friends. Everything has been … normal. Typical Gravity Falls weirdness, yes, but … normal. Uneventful, in the grand scheme of things. Safe.

I guess it’s to be expected - everyone’s a year older and an apocalypse wiser. Facing your fears - literally - gives you a different perspective on life.

Ford and I have gone on mystery hunts and scientific expeditions together - but more often than not, Mabel and Stan tag along too. Mabel is still just as boy-crazy as she was last summer (don’t even get me STARTED on the antics she got up to when that theatre troupe visited town last week - UGH) but … she keeps me in the loop now. She actually TURNED DOWN A DATE because ‘Friday night is family movie night, no exceptions.’ I actually checked her with one of Ford’s scanners to see if she’d been replaced by an alien. She laughed and called me an overreacting bean, whatever that means (the test came back negative, by the way).

Stan is still Stan. He makes fun of my ‘nerdiness’ a lot, just like last summer, and he still makes me do any of the difficult or dangerous chores around the Shack (Soos took two months of honeymoon leave for the summer. The wedding was the second day we got here). He’s still the same old miserly, con-artist Mr. Mystery. But … he’s closed the Shack TWICE in the three weeks since we got here. Both on Saturday! And all to have a ‘Family Bonding’ day. The four of us went fishing and hunting for lake monsters the first Saturday. The second Saturday we went berry-picking up in the mountains for strawberries. Ford and I catalogued six different winged cryptids on the hike. Stan started a ‘who can pick the most strawberries’ contest and Mabel almost fell off a cliff trying to reach as many as she could (she won, by the way). And Stan says it’s Family Bonding again this Sunday.

Ford brings his research upstairs pretty often now. Stan yells at him to “get that science junk off of my kitchen table, WE EAT FOOD THERE POINDEXTER” pretty often, but he never chases Ford back to the basement like he would have last summer. There’s no heat in the arguments any more. I think that the trip to the Arctic was a good thing for BOTH of them. They’re finally acting like - like siblings again. Like me and Mabel. And Ford is different too. He doesn’t jump every time someone sneaks up on him anymore. Whenever we go on mystery hunts or expeditions, FORD is the one to invite the others to come along. It’s fun to go on expeditions with just me and Ford, but … it’s nice to be a family.

Soos and Melody have the whole main floor to themselves (along with Abuelita) so Ford’s secret study has been repurposed as his bedroom and Stan kept his room on the second floor. Soos assured me and Mabel that we can stay in the attic “As long as you want. You dudes could move in here with me and Melody and Abuelita and the Mr. Pineses when you get old enough! If you still wanna live in Gravity Falls, that is. Ha ha!” I don’t know about Mabel, but I am seriously considering the offer.

Everything is different now, but everything is the same. I’ve done a bit of growing up this year (I know I say that every year, but it’s really true!) and I’ve realised some very important things.

About last summer.

About family.

About life.

It’s the normal, everyday things that matter most. It’s saying good morning to your sister when she jumps on your bed to wake you up. It’s getting to drink coffee with your Great-Uncle while you work on a map of the forest together. It’s earning a pat on the head from your other Great-Uncle when you split an entire cord of wood in a day. It’s you and your sister feeding her pet pig all your vegetables when no one is looking and laughing with her when you don’t get caught. It’s watching the people you helped save go to the grocery store, play in the park, eat a picnic, fly a kite, laugh with their family, go to the pool, save a kitten, fall in love.

It’s life, with all its normal joys.

Don’t get me wrong. I will never stop loving the strange, the weird, the unknown. Dipper Pines will hunt monsters and mysteries and ghosts his whole life! That is a promise! But I will appreciate the normal. I will embrace the everyday. I will cherish the known. Because life isn’t just one or the other.

It’s both.

I’ve made friends with creatures most people don’t believe in and most will never see. And I’ve seen that it’s the same for them. Behind the strangeness and differences are creatures that live lives just like us. They eat. They breath. They play. They cry. They laugh. They love. They live. All of the little things that I am learning to appreciate in my life, they appreciate in their own weird way.

There is a lot that I don’t know, and there is a lot I still have to learn. But I have people I can trust by my side. I have a place full of adventure I can always come back to. I have a lifetime ahead of me to appreciate, to learn, to grow. I have time on my side and my family at my back.

So I forge ahead with confidence into the great unknown of life. “Ad Astra Per Aspera!” as my Grunkle Ford likes to say.

(He also says that space travel in this dimension is extremely primitive and he won’t be caught dead being launched in an Earth spaceship, but we’re fixing up the UFO from last summer, so space exploration won’t be a problem soon.)

Anyway, that’s all for today’s entry. Mabel’s cooking dinner and I heard something about “experimental glitter chicken” so I should probably go do damage control. Stan doesn’t usually care as long as she doesn’t set the house on fire, and Ford will eat ANYTHING. I for one don’t want glitter coating my insides for the rest of eternity. But I’ll let Mabel eat her wacky concoctions. They haven’t killed anyone yet and they make her happy, so live and let live I guess. And as usual,


-Dipper Pines

P.S. I hear the smoke alarm going off now. This will be fun.

Dipper Pines reminds me a lot of myself when I was becoming a teenager. I shared many of his doubts and fears - trust no one and if I’m not the smart guy, then who am I? chief among them. But I also learned, like he did, that you don’t have to grow up so quickly to be smart and liked. That you can trust people, and things will still turn out okay. To love and appreciate the people you have while you have them. That there is so much more to each of us than a single defining feature. That you can be a child while you are a child, and being silly and having fun is not childish. It is living. 

This little excerpt is what I imagine Dipper’s own journal entries to be like. I drew inspiration from the introduction and conclusion to the series that Dipper himself narrated, as well as the snippet of his writing that we got to hear at the end of the first episode. I always imagined that the entire series was being narrated by Dipper either to potential readers in his own journal or to his classmates in his “Summer Report” for school. 

As always, stay lovely my dears.


​“We became friends because we had babies at the same time. There was no other connection; I was much older than her.
It was the beginning of June and I was driving home. I saw the ‘new couple’ who had just moved to the neighborhood. I noticed that she was also very pregnant. I said, Hey, when are you due?’ We were due within a couple of weeks of each other.
A year later, I drove by her house. There were all these cars there in the middle of the day. I texted her and said, “Is everything okay?’ She said, ‘It’s not.’
​When I was in high school, a friend of mine got cancer. It scared me and I didn’t know how to deal with it. So I kind of disappeared. I always felt bad about that, and I promised myself that if I ever had the chance again, I’d do it differently.
So when Leah said, ‘I have cancer,’ I thought, ‘I can do this.’ I remember texting her, ‘Listen, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’ll be there for you. I won’t hold back, I’ll ask questions, but I’ll stay emotionally detached. If I’m being too intrusive, tell me and I’ll step back.’
She said, ‘Okay.’
That was the beginning of the most intense friendship I’ve had. Sharing fear and hope, the stresses of marriage and family—all of it—became a deep well of emotion for us.
I still have that first text on my old phone, ‘Is everything okay?’ I’ve never deleted a text with her over three and a half years. The last one says, ‘I will miss you, my friend.’ There are thousands in between.
At her funeral, I told the story of how we met and that first text ‘Is everything okay?’ I mentioned the promise I gave her to stay emotionally detached. Everybody laughed. There were tears rolling down my face.”

Portsmouth, RI

Some things I was thinking about vampires

•Can vampires lose and gain weight?

•Why are they always dressed in oldtimey clothes? Why not hipster vampires or punk rock vampires or vampires who like the 80s?

•Imagine a “teenager” vampire with a tattoo and everyone tells them they’ll regret it when they’re older. Like, bitch, I’m 2000 years old and I’ve never got tired of it.

•It would suck to be a “teenage” vampire because you’d probably still be expected to go to high-school by truant officers and whiny old people

•What if you become a vampire when you’re like, 90. You’d just be old and decrepit for eternity

•Does artificial light hurt vampires? What’s the point of being immortal if you can’t even check your emails