i really want to watch fullmetal alchemist again
anyone that has ever watched fullmetal alchemist (via rckbell)

(Source: sleepyrockbell)






Chris Daughtry - Covers Imagine Dragon’s "Radioactive" 

THIS is the cover we’ve been waiting for, folks. EVERYONE ELSE CAN GO HOME.

Reblogging again because more people need to hear this. SRSLY.

This is quite pleasant to my ears.





I live for this but I’d die for you

(Source: zantetsu)

  • Me: If I ever get published, I'm going to write fanfiction for my own books
  • Me: And then reviewers will be like, "Omg that's totally out of canon."
  • Me: And I'll be like, "Bitch, I am the canon."

Kamikaze Girls (2004)

(Source: queenofjanuary)

When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
“Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”

When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.

When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
“I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”

(Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)

When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
But not all guys are like that.

I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
“Not at all,” I answered.
Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.

No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.

I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.

So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:

In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.

r.d. (via vonmoire)

(Source: elferinge)



❤ male:
❤ female:
✖ least favorite:
❤ couple:
✔ who resembles me:
❤ most attractive:
❤ three more characters that i like:

This tumblr turned 3 today so—

Happy tumblr anniversary to me? owo




only 90’s shitty otaku will remember this etc etc etc etc etc 


1 ; JUST COMMUNICATION from Gundam Wing || 2 ; Angel Blue from Those Who Hunt Elves  || 3 ; Datenshi Blue from Kaiken Phrase || 4 ; Yakusoku wa Iranai from Vision of Escaflowne || 5 ; Everybody! Shake it Buddy! from FAKE || 6 ; Fukai Mori from Inuyasha || 7 ; Heart of Sword from Rurouni Kenshin || 8 ; Love Me from Yami no Matsuei || 9 ; Never die from Slayers Excellent || 10 ; Tokimeki no Dokasen from Fushigi Yugi || 11 ; THE RAGE BEAT from Gravitation || 12 ; Velvet Underworld from Weiss Kreuz || 13 ; Tenchi Muyo! from Tenchi Muyo! || 14 ; Ultra Relax from Kodomo no Omocha || 15 ; truth from Shoujo Kakumei Utena || 16 ; Cruel Angel’s Thesis from Neon Genesis Evangelion || 17 ; VOICES from Macross Plus || 18 ; YOU GET TO BURNING from Martian Successor Nadesico || 19 ; Peony Pink from CLAMP School Detectives || 20 ; Evil Flowers from Nightwalker || 21 ; Get Over from Hikaru no Go || 22 ; breeze from Slayers Try || 23 ; FOR REAL from Gensomaden Saiyuki || 24 ; Senobi O Shite Follow You! from Magic User’s Club || 25 ; Beautiful Alone from Weiss Kreuz


I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

I’m writing a list of “things I’ve done today” as an attempt to see if I can overcome my procrastination and crippling anxiety associated with it by tackling it from a different direction. Rather than making checklists of what I MUST do (which always just adds stress and makes me grow worse) I’m making a list as I go of things I have done.

So far it’s a list of ten things. Not very MAJOR things (one of them is that I took the dogs for a walk, another is that I took a small break for video games) but… I feel a little accomplished, even if it’s only small things. I also finished 1/2 of the homework due today, which didn’t take me long at all as I just suddenly did it (until I hit a roadblock and switched to doing something else rather than try to push it too much).

If I can finish it today, that’s great, but if I can’t, I’ll try later. It’ll be okay.

I hope it’ll be okay.