I have my bladder squirrel.
Tired, sick, and slightly high on cough syrup, me
art blog(derogatory)

Janaina Medeiros
Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor

shark vs the universe
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
todays bird
almost home
occasionally subtle

blake kathryn

Product Placement
RMH

roma★
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@clarattoninerdsout
I have my bladder squirrel.
Tired, sick, and slightly high on cough syrup, me
i googled “why do cats run around and meow at night” and one of the results listed this as a cause:
Coming into a fandom late
Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck
Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie
Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war.
Accuracy at its best
Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…
all of this shit…lol
When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF
When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead
This gets better every time I see it.
@fuboos-mess
Being in a dead fandom…
Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one
The accuracy hurts.
Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.
When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.
Being in a fandom meant for kids.
This just gets better..
@mi-kleos
When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you
Fandom hell in general
Yes.
This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.
Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on
THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!
Trying to recruit people to your fandom
Annnnnnndddd it’s back
Being in a fandom which has so many antis
I’ve probably reblogged this before, but that was before these great additions.
Being in a fandom that actually works together
Why is this so true? All of it.
being in a fanbase but all your mutuals suddenly turn into Kpop blogs
I always enjoy it when a good post comes around again and has been improved by the reblogs like the years for a fine wine.
Being in a fandom when shit goes down and everyone has different opinions
When you are in a fandom and don’t care for others people opinion…..even if they are right…(believe me, I have met several of those)
Being in a fandom you never meant to join
I love this. and it’s gotten better
After abandoning a fandom you’re still a little bit emotionally invested in….
THIS IS A TUMBLR RELIC! ALWAYS REBLOG!
Hello old friend, we meet again.
Reblog and write a letter to someone who hurt you.
It helps.
I’ll start.
I miss you. I didn’t think we would last at the beginning, but then I started to believe that we really could. When you asked if we could talk about something, I never would’ve guessed you were going to break up with me, and when you did, it hurt. I couldn’t fall asleep. I just kept thinking of things I could’ve done better, of alternate reasons you may have had to leave me than the one you gave. Maybe I should’ve been more serious, more lovey. Maybe I should’ve kissed you instead of hugging you that afternoon. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought up that ridiculous thing I had been worrying about.
Maybe I shouldn’t have risked our friendship by getting with you in the first place.
When you broke up with me I was crushed. I was absolutely broken, and it made it even harder that your reasoning had nothing to do with me. I was sad for obvious reasons, but I was also angry. And then I was angry because I had nothing to be angry about. I had no right to be angry. It almost made it worse that your reason was so benign because I wanted something to direct my anger towards, and that couldn’t be it. I wanted you to miss me as much as I missed you, but at the same time I wanted you to forget about me, to forget about everything. Because if you missed me as much as I missed you, that would mean you’d be hurting too, and I don’t want that.
Tomorrow is the first time I’m going to see you since Thursday. Tomorrow is the first time this school year that I’m going to see you and not be able to immediately gravitate towards you. Tomorrow is the first time this school year that I’m going to see you apart from me. And I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
I keep thinking of stuff I want to tell you and then I go to tell you and I can't . I keep seeing memes I want to tag you in but you’re not mine to show off anymore. I’m upset and I want to go to you because I’m upset, but you’re the reason that I’m upset.
I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow.
Update: I don't even want to be associated with him anymore. He didn't deserve my love or to know me like that.
Reblog and write a letter to someone who hurt you.
It helps.
I'll start.
I miss you. I didn't think we would last at the beginning, but then I started to believe that we really could. When you asked if we could talk about something, I never would've guessed you were going to break up with me, and when you did, it hurt. I couldn't fall asleep. I just kept thinking of things I could've done better, of alternate reasons you may have had to leave me than the one you gave. Maybe I should've been more serious, more lovey. Maybe I should've kissed you instead of hugging you that afternoon. Maybe I shouldn't have brought up that ridiculous thing I had been worrying about.
Maybe I shouldn't have risked our friendship by getting with you in the first place.
When you broke up with me I was crushed. I was absolutely broken, and it made it even harder that your reasoning had nothing to do with me. I was sad for obvious reasons, but I was also angry. And then I was angry because I had nothing to be angry about. I had no right to be angry. It almost made it worse that your reason was so benign because I wanted something to direct my anger towards, and that couldn't be it. I wanted you to miss me as much as I missed you, but at the same time I wanted you to forget about me, to forget about everything. Because if you missed me as much as I missed you, that would mean you'd be hurting too, and I don't want that.
Tomorrow is the first time I'm going to see you since Thursday. Tomorrow is the first time this school year that I'm going to see you and not be able to immediately gravitate towards you. Tomorrow is the first time this school year that I'm going to see you apart from me. And I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
I keep thinking of stuff I want to tell you and then I go to tell you and I can't . I keep seeing memes I want to tag you in but you're not mine to show off anymore. I'm upset and I want to go to you because I'm upset, but you're the reason that I'm upset.
I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow.
Reblog and write a letter to someone who hurt you.
It helps.
I really like this gif because Stitch does that little squinty thing that animals do when they’re really happy and relaxed and you can tell that he’s having such a superb time playing that little ukulele
fucking superb you funky little alien
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I'm only one mental breakdown away from becoming a soundcloud rapper
Parkour!
Chris Pratt as he jumps out of the way of yet another charging dinosaur
Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom “Review”
I just returned home from the theater, after having held in my pee for approximately two hours to see just what the characters would do next. (Also to see how many times Chris Pratt would say my name, Clare. Sadly, I didn’t keep count.) Needless to say, the movie was capital-a Amazing, as was the graphics, the actors, and the stunts. Now to avoid as many spoilers as possible, instead of writing a full review I’m just going to make a list of reasons I related to the little girl. (Slight spoilers ahead.)
-I, too, would hug Chris Pratt tightly shortly after meeting him.
-I, too, am not a real person.
-I, too, scream a lot.
-I, too, will take any excuse to yet again hug Chris Pratt.
-I, too, would say yes if Chris Pratt wanted me to run away with him and Bryce Dallas Howard(Who plays Claire and has the same name as me, so that’s a double awesome.).
-I, too, would hug Chris Pratt again without an excuse.
-I, too, would run away from a dinosaur.
-I, too, would let Chris Pratt save me from said dinosaur.
-I, too, would again hug Christ Pratt again, shortly after he saves me from said dinosaur.
Geekerella by Ashley Poston Review
I stayed up until one in the morning last night to finish reading this marvelous novelization of a modern Cinderella. Luckily, I had work off today so my book induced lack of sleep didn’t directly affect anyone except myself. It’s hard to believe that I ended up sacrificing a good night’s sleep to finish a book that I immediately marked as average, thinking myself that any teenager on the internet could compete with the style and storyline.
Boy, was I wrong.
I only began to realize my flawed thinking when I read the sentence, "She wears life how Elvis wore sequins, with no apology laced into the seams." Only after taking a break from reading and just basking in the magnificence of that sentence, did I truly begin to appreciate the book. This book has many beautiful aspects, relatable characters, and a well paced plot. As an actress I relished in the accuracy of the way the author portrayed the way it feels to place yourself into the shoes of a character. Without that aspect of the character(Darien) I doubt I would have connected to him as much. It just made him seem much more. . . Real? Sentient? Individualistic of his author? It made him seem to be so many things that he wasn’t because he was one thing that I am, and there were aspects like that in each and every one of the characters. (Even the evil stepmonster, because of her hidden rocky road icecream.)
Don’t let the cover of this book fool you- it’s not as cheesy as it looks. While it is yet another modern Cinderella tale, the author approached the story from a completely different angle that doubled both as a uniquitivity tactic and a way to keep readers from getting too comfortable. It’s not just another Cinderella story, it’s another Cinderella story that could become just as substantial as the fairy tale itself.