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How God Created Animals (via boredpanda) Previously: Dad Tweets
“Give it a butt rope.”
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@procrastinationpens hey I’m sending this to u bc I need to read it later bc if I read it in class I’ll start laughing and then want to Actually Die
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studyrose’s back to school giveaway!
(this is so way long overdue oh my god i’m so sorry)
wahoo!!! my first giveaway!! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° i’ve been collecting a super neat pile of stuff over the past couple months, and i figured now would be the perfect time for a giveaway! what with most of you cuties headed back to school in a couple weeks (and also there are so many of you now, and i ADORE YOU ALL SO THIS IS ALSO A THANK YOU GIVEAWAY FOR DEALING WITH ME AND MY INCONSISTENCY)
alrighty, so first and foremost!!!
RULES:
must be following me!!! (this is a thank u to my followers)
must reblog this post!!
must live in the USA (so so so sorry!!)
must also be willing to give me your address and stuff
feel free to reblog as many times as you like!! no giveaway accts tho
likes work as bookmarks, not as entries!
i will be choosing a winner two weeks from now on monday, august 15 @ 5:00pm CST – if the winner does not respond to my message within 24 hours, i will be picking a new one! i’m hoping this’ll give enough time for the package to get to you before the school year starts/gets too intense!!
so reblog!! share!! enter!! best of luck!!! ur all magnificent!!╰(*´︶`*)╯(if you want to see a full list of all the goodies you’ll be winning, it’s under the cut!)
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just 6 days left!! eeee!!! xx
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Hey! I’ve been busy. No time to blog. Here you go, though.
<3 LRM
I don’t sort people by color just like I don’t sort my laundry. I would have taken the time to do two separate loads of laundry- one for lights, one for darks.
Never once, considered myself as a person of color, but nor did anyone else. Every Asian person I had met until seventh grade didn’t have my tanner complexion, they were paler and more afraid of the sun.
I never considered myself a minority until the minority became the majority. Just like how my closet holds more black hoodies and leggings than anything.
The color-coordinating outfits are strewn across the floor, the hurricane that had left my room in this disastrous state kept attacking. It wasn’t until I was sitting among heaps of clothes that I realized what a mess I was in.
Colors clashed on the ground as racially separated groups on the streets fired insults and bullets at each other.
Whenever I walk into a room and see the colors of people’s flesh, I think back to what my neighbor had said to me a few summers before. He had noted that I looked like a black girl at the end of the summer, due to the fact that my skin was darker than in the winter.
The filter that I saw through cleared, and I saw that the colors really did have to match for someone to look good. The colors had to match because if I didn’t care about it, somebody else would.
A wardrobe of clothes consists of all different colors and patterns and materials. Our clothing isn’t supposed to irritate the skin, and each item has an intended fit and look but it’s never really worn that way.
It’s funny, billboards always show me what fabrics and patterns and styles fit with each other. They convince people that our different colors weren’t supposed to blend. I guess it’s unfortunate that I don’t sort my laundry, then.
When people ask me why I care about cultural appropriation:
Because Kardashians will take cornrows
And turn it into this.
Or take what is a racist caricature of a Black Bodies,
And turn it into this while be praised for it.
Or when Black women get mocked for their lips and Skin:
But Kylie Jenner can be praised for doing this:
Or when White people and celebrities can do this:
But women like this are seen as ugly (even in their own communities) or a called terrorists by others:
Things like that causes things like this:
Ok tell me how it doesn’t matter again?
…I didn’t even know about that caricature
When Leia Isn’t Home (x)
I don’t know why but I really like this video
The Beginner’s Guide to Finding Yourself
So, I see you’ve lost yourself. Why else would you be here? Some people would go to experts, but not you! If you thought I was an expert on finding yourself, you are very wrong. If you are looking for an expert go to, like, a therapist or something. I am barely intermediate. I can help you, though.
Materials Needed:
A journal of some sort
101% honesty
tissues
*Pro tip: Nobody knows what they’re doing in the beginning. They just pretend they know what they’re doing until they actually know what they are doing.*
Step One: Realize that you have nothing together and you’re a mess
-Being completely honest with yourself kind of sucks. Admitting that you’re not fine is especially hard when you’re admitting it to yourself. Some people want to know who they are but stay organized the whole time they do. It’s impossible. Well, almost impossible. Papers will probably fly everywhere.
Step Two: Vent
-Like air conditioning.
-Pour out the contents of your soul and heart and mind onto a collection of pages. Write or draw or create music. Just vent. Put the honest feelings that you haven’t been able to share with anyone because you don’t want to put that burden on them.
Step Three: Find your Harry Potter.
-I like Harry Potter. The story and characters have been with me since the second grade and I’ve loved every bit of it. I’ve reread the series three times and the boy who lived will always be a part of me. I never forget that I used to hate my house, Slytherin. (I’d say I’ve had some real character development.)
-What’s your Harry Potter?
Step Four: Fear
-Everyone’s scared of something. Snakes, spiders, ghosts, the dark, public speaking. To fear something, though, is worse than a simple dislike. I don’t like spiders, or bugs, but I’m not necessarily scared of them. I am, however, scared of having no one to fall back on, no one there for me. I’m scared of having absolutely nobody there for me. Is your fear arachnophobia, or are you scared of something mental like I am? What is it? Let that be your guide.
Step Five: Favorite things
-Write (in the journal, idjit) your favorite things. HOWEVER, you have to write weird things that are your favorite. Favorite name, word, stuffed animal, mug in your house. At all costs, DO NOT write ‘normal’ things like your favorite movie or song or color. No. What even is normal anyways?
Step Six: Truth serum
-This is a kinda like that second step honestly, man. Eh.
-Have someone ask you a really deep question. Like, really deep. [For the questioner: Make sure the question makes the person think. Make sure that you hear a “well, actually…”
Step Seven: Well, don’t sugar coat it
-Now is the time for the honesty. Like, 200% honesty.
-Ask people to be brutally honest with you. WHAT DO THEY NOT LIKE?? Then, find the common dislikes/hates and run with them.
Step Eight: Punch him in the mouth
-C’mon. You really didn’t like it when I told you to have people telling you what they hate about you to your face, did you? You’re kind of mad that the honestly got to you. You didn’t want to let it, but it did. This is good. Anger is good. Emotion in general, really.
- Prove all of the haters (and everyone else, Mr. O is not a hater) wrong and that you can run the extra mile. That’s what you’ve got to do. Put the burning anger into your passion and create something beautiful (or, even better, something that makes people feel something).
Step Nine: Open up to people
-Find someone you can really trust. (Oh no, here we are. I knew this was going to happen eventually. We have now arrived at the part of the guide where the things I say are going to sound deep and meaningful. Don’t judge.) At first, open up to maybe an adult that you can trust, then work your way onto your peers. You wanna find someone who you know won’t betray you or anything. I mean, you may drift apart but at least your darkest secrets will die with them.
-Once you’ve admitted some things out loud, they don’t seem so crazy. This helps especially if the person you’re talking to completely understands you. Whether it’s just listening or offering advice, it’s good to know someone’s got your back.
Step Ten: Acceptance
-Let’s face it. Nobody had got themselves 100% together. They are most likely lying to themselves and everyone around them if they say they do. You’ve gotta live with your messed up self anyways, so why don’t you just live with it. You’ll pull yourself together eventually, and if you don’t, whatever. Trying to hard isn’t going to help very much. I believe that everything happens for a reason so I tear myself up about something, then messily glue myself back together. Glitter on top helps hide the cracks.
BONUS: When asked to define yourself, pick a moment that made you who you are and tell it. It may not be who you are completely, but what the hell are you going to do? Pour your soul to someone who you’ve probably just met? Likely story.
I wrote this in the beginning of the year. I’m giving it to you because I know you could do with some self-exploration. In SPIRIT! Ugh. The way your mind works.
LRMx
Little Red: An Excerpt #2
Still writing. Here’s another part, though.
x LRM
“Jackson! You’re late. Again.” “Sorry, Gran.” Jackson Samuels apologized as he hung his red hoodie on a hook on the wall. “Dinner was getting cold, Jackson.” His grandmother scolded him, making her way over the table. “Gran, I’m only two minutes late this time. There was a holdup at the bakery and my bike tires were running out of air.” He explained, setting a basket down on the kitchen counter. “Glad you brought desert, though. And bothered to show up.” She smacked him on the back of his head as she walked past him. “Probably out with those hooligan friends or with that… girlfriend of yours. Thought you’d never show up. Didn’t know what had happened to you.” “Two minutes, Gran. Two minutes!” Jackson pulled out a chair for his Gran and sat in his own. His Gran laughed, helping herself to a roll and some butter. “I’m teasing, Jackson. Lighten up.” She said with a completely straight face.
APRIL FOOLS!!!!
You’ve probably been wondering where I’ve been, like, “hmm.... I wonder why she hasn’t been blogging recently like she used to...” If you haven’t paid much thought to where I’ve been that just goes to show how close we are!
I’ve just been super busy (I know, I know, that’s a horrible excuse. C’mon, L, you’re in LMC, you can make better reasons than that!) Okay, okay, I’ve just been kinda lazy. I WILL COMMIT.
Content is important, and I get that. But, is tumblr the best medium for comedy shitposts? Yes. It is.
So, it’s April fools day, and I have yet to pull an epic prank on someone. Like, honestly.... that’s way too much work.
But I like making people laugh. And if there is a remote chance in the whole universe that you are sitting at your computer or with your phone laughing at the terrible jokes I try to make, then I will keep doing whatever it is I’m doing.
Maybe one day I’ll write comedy or I’ll be part of a comedic duo (I bounce off of people, solid jokes are hard) and you guys’ll be like “oh hey, I followed her on tumblr before she was cool”. Consider yourself lucky.
(sorry i’m a narcissist)
xLRM
let’s fund ocean exploration a bit more!
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This looks like a scene straight out of a Dr. Seuss movie (x)
... This is probably gonna be a movie one day
Holy shit our lungs are crazy
I don’t know whether to be disgusted or amazed…
meat balloons
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these are doing this inside you right now
so cool
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IN YOUR BODY RIGHT NOW
An Excerpt: Little Red
The following is an excerpt from a story I am writing. Enjoy. Sorry for the break I took.
xLRM
Jackson’s walk back to his own house took only forty-five minutes. It was a beautiful spring night, ten pm tended have a slight breeze in the air and silence accompanied the bright moonlight. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his red hoodie, Jackson looked around at the serene woods. He kew the path to and from his Gran’s house like the back of his hand. Every Sunday from as far back as he could remember, he and his parents had walked to his Gran’s house. Thirty minutes down the main road, then a sharp right at the Great Oak. They followed a narrow, winding path until they came across a tiny hut illuminated by an oil lamp hanging by the door. “Hey,” a voice hissed from behind a tree, interrupting his thoughts. Jackson’s head snapped to the right, where the voice came from. “Who’s there?” he called out into the darkness, stopping mid step. “Do you come down this path every Sunday?” it asked, lazy curiosity laced in it’s tone. “Y-yes.” he answered, wondering how whoever this was knew what he did every Sunday. “I would have thought that a high school junior from a rich family who, I quote, “likes to live on the edge” would have taken a different route.” the voice said, Jackson could almost see a figure leaning against a tree, picking at its finger nails. “Alright, who are you?” Jackson demanded, looking around. “Someone, pretty boy. Someone you’ll meet real soon. If you come across me next Sunday.” “Wh-what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jackson demanded again, clenching his jaw. “You’ll see, pretty boy. You’ll see.” Leaves ruffled and Jackson got the sense that the voice was gone.
Man’s Best Friend
The wind stung my eyes as I walked away from the banquet hall. A million thoughts swirled in my head, forcing me to rethink all of my past and current friendships and relationships. My dress whipped around my legs and my toes froze in my high heels. It was a good thing I didn’t live far from the hall.
I unlocked the door, clutching my purse with numb hands. I trudged straight past Moose, my golden retriever. I pushed open the door to my room, kicked off my shoes, and threw my bag onto a nearby chair. I shrugged off my coat and threw it with my purse. I drew in a breath and stumbled towards my bed. My breathing hitched and I slid down the wall next to my bed.
My bedroom door creaked open and Moose trotted in. His chocolate brown eyes stared up at me, searching. His innocent eyes met my tearful ones, and somehow he seemed to smile. I took a breath and looked back down between my knees and stared at my toes. I felt a nudge on my elbow and I felt a nudge at my elbow and I looked back at Moose. He had nudged himself between my thigh and stomach, his eyes peering up at me. I let out a deep sigh and he huffed as a response. A laugh escaped my lips, confusing Moose in the process. He looked up at me, then past my legs and at my wall. I stroked his head and hugged him closer to me. I breathed in the dog smell and remembered that I always had a friend in him.
Hi, sorry the updates haven’t been coming in regularly.
xLRM
Dear Lien,
Dear Lien,
“Happiness is not something that you find at the end of the road… it is here, now.”
A smile was usually the only accessory you wore and it made others smile as well. Your smile reached your dark brown eyes and lightened them, enhancing the milk chocolate behind the shadows. Your enthusiasm made others laugh; it brightened others’ days. You shamelessly told your hopes and dreams to others. Your hope was to help others hope?
You swore that you wouldn’t be a moody teenager, locked away from everyone and the world. You swore that the number thirteen wouldn’t change your laugh or your smile. You realized that you never wanted to turn out the lights, that you wanted the light to stay. You never wanted to change.
That’s exactly what happened, though. You are locked in your room, binge watching Supernatural, or Doctor Who, or whatever. Moody isn’t the right word. The proper word is probably disconnected or irritated or puberty.
You’re still you, though. You still like to make people laugh, and you’ve gotten to talking a lot more.
You’re still you, but with minor additions. You’ve gotten more of a smartass and sarcastic. The jokes and comebacks you make are darker, wittier, and more demonic. You don’t really know where things changed. Maybe it was the big one-three, or maybe moving into a new house with new family members did the trick. It could have been the fact that your new father had you thinking on your feet for witty responses to his terrible dad-puns.
Being adopted by a single mother made you unaccustomed to those stupid dad-puns. Having only a younger sister made you defenseless against older siblings. Bigger spaces in the new house made room for your spaztic personality to shine through the kitchen windows.
The dark humor really shone through when you introduced yourself to your peers in the first week of ninth grade with “Hi, my name is Lucifer, but my friends call me Satan.” You don’t know where that came from, the transitions are so blended into the past.
Your happiness comes from talking to people who laugh at your jokes and seem interested when listening to you. TV show and book references are your life and when people recognize the fandom, you can’t help but smile.
There’s always this feeling, though, that originated when you dyed your hair for the first time in eighth grade. You could be that badass, sarcastic, sassy girl clad in leather and combat boots. The compromise is good, though. Leggings and hoodies and combat boots join your glasses and faded hair.
Keep your smile, the real one, the one that reaches your eyes. Let it stay upon your lips and let it reach your eyes. There’s no way you can keep the corners of your lips up forever; there are going to be times that there’s not a bounce in your step and people will notice. Don’t let anything drag you down, keep your head up. Not that you need this advice, but better safe than sorry.
Go on ahead, Lien, and make the world smile.
Supernatural Tag
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Enough with the tags. Whatever. I love Supernatural, so... Here we go.
xLRM
1. How did you hear about SPN? - YOU GUYS! Tumblr mostly.
2. How long have you been watching SPN? - since maybe August of 2015?
3. Who's your favorite character? - UHM CHARLIE, BOBBY, KEVIN, CAS, JODY MILLS, CROWLEY, ROWENA, BELA, MEG, LUCIFER, AUGH SO MANY PEOPLE I LOVE.
4. Which season do you like the most? - Hard questions we got here. Probably the one where- all of them. BUT if I had to choose, Season 10.
5. What season are you currently watching? - Season 10.
6. Got any merch? - Yes. I have an AKF (Always Keep Fighting) Hoodie from Jared’s campaign.
7. What are your favorite episode? - HMM.... The Mystery Spot, The French Mistake, the one where we meet Kevin, The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo...
8. Have you ever seen the stars live? - No :(
9. What got you hooked to SPN? - Probably the fact that I got basically immune to the scary. I was not so keen on the scary but after season 2, it numbed.
10. How do you think about the marriage of Jared and Genevieve? - YES YES YES. They are awesome together and I think that their height difference is hilarious. Yes.
11. What do you think of slash fiction? - Yes...
12. What do you think about Gamble and Kripke? - Honestly I can’t say much. I really can't. Sorry.
13. If you could change one thing in the series, what would it be? - Less, uh, repetition. The seasons got more serial, I’d like more individual episodes.
14. Say one bad thing about SPN? - Everyone dies.
15. What are you most afraid of? - Isolation.
16. How do you kill a shapeshifter? - Silver.