I Like The Movie Jack Best, But Book Jack Needs Some Love Too, So I’ll Take Bits And Pieces Of Both 

me @ nickelodeon every now and then when i remember the fact that nick cancelled rottmnt even though it happened 3 years ago:

The difference. The fucking difference in how the world perceives Tomura and how the LOV perceives him. He was their hero, he listened to them, never judged them for who they were, and told them that they didn't have to suffer. If the world was hurting them he would hurt the world back..

You did it, Tomura, you really did it

You were their hero

remember: the ‘holy’ white doves are just white rock doves, aka the common pigeon!

Stolen lives (c) Sasha Anisimova, Kharkiv

Ooh really? So what are the canon heights and ages, and what are your headcanons of it?

Let me tell you in advance... canon is kinda stupid -w- Also, just to note this, I came up with my headcanons before the canon ones were released.

. . . 

F

Canon: 27, 5′11 

Mine: 23, 5′9

Belga

Canon: 18, 5′9 (NO!! This is so bad I hate it)

Mine: 13, 4′7 

Mikhael

Canon: 22, 5′9 

Mine: 20, 6′6

Ninety

Canon: 15, 5′0

Mine: 14, 4′0 (Seriously. He’s tiny.)

Ghost

Canon: 25, 5′9

Mine: 16, 6′1

89

Canon: 19, 5′8

Mine: 17, 6′0

Eins

Canon: 32, 6′3

Mine: 27, 6′8 

Fal

Canon: 28, 5′11

Mine: 25, 5′4 (He’s shorter than he looks)

Kirsch

Canon: 15, 5′1

Mine: 15, 5′2 (I called it!)

Hokusai

Canon: 21, 5′9

Mine: 18, 6′0

Love1

Canon: 23, 6′0

Mine: 25, 6′4

Like2

Canon: 20, 5′8

Mine: 15, 5′4

Mauser

Canon: 13, 5′0

Mine: 13, 4′2

i hate my birthday. not because something bad happens every year, though that does have something to do with it. but because for some reason i get more sensitive. i hate attention and i hate that no one listens to me. i hate that when i ask for something everyone goes around and try’s to come from the heart but it doesn’t work. i hate that it’s my day but i can never spend it how i want it. i hate that i feel like a burden. i hate when people say it’s your day because i hate that feeling. i hate feeling like i have to pick everything and make decisions. because chances are the people around won’t like what i pick. i remember on my 15th birthday i wanted to ride an electric skateboard instead of a scooter and my mother yelled at me. i told her i didn’t want to ride anything anymore and then i was lectured by taking the fun out of it. i later rode the scooter. on my 17th my friends planned a surprise to watch a movie where i was forced to pick a movie to watch. i chose one i thought they would find funny but no one laughed, and later we didn’t even finish the movie because everyone got bored. i’m now going to be 20 and i still hate the feeling. i still get anxious when people ask me what i want and get frustrated when they get upset with me. i still give into what my mother says. if she tells me not to wear something because someone else did or because it may cause issues i don’t. i don’t have childish reactions to simple things anymore and for that i get told “i’m not thrilled.” so than i overcompensate. i say someone may come over early but to that she says i wanted this person to, you can spend one on one time with them. and yet again i fold. i get upset because i don’t like being useless, and on my birthday i am. you aren’t supposed to help or decorate. suddenly my family like “simple” for my birthday but “extra” for everyone else’s. i’m still hurt by the fact that everyone wanted to plan my mothers before mine. but again, i hate my birthday, so why would i care? i care because even though i can’t stand the attention i wish it seemed like they cared. i don’t need everyone to sing me happy birthday or to decorate the house. but it would be nice if they could make it seem like i was more than just a cake maker or occasional babysitter. or that i could wear things or do things without it being “copying” someone else. i wish i didn’t feel like such a burden. because that then carry’s over to my birthday. the burden of feeling like they have to care about me. the burden of feeling like they have to talk to me. the burden of not being enough. the burden of pretending to like me. the burden of doing what i want. that is all what comes with the title of “birthday girl.” and i hate it. so yes, i hate my birthday. not because my family doesn’t love me, they do. but because i hate that my role gets switched and it feels forced. i hate the fact that if i want something celebrated i have to set it up. i hate the fact that no matter what something will go wrong. i hate that i am the way i am. it’s as simple as that.

Our Shadow Artist in Residence - Абрикос Абрикосовый – continues series of drawings about war in Ukraine.

Art4Peace!

Octavia’s song was so good and hit so close to home. I honestly have zero clue how we’re meant to feel bad for Stolas and think she’s in the wrong. She’s NOT.

It was so POWERFUL. It’s so incredibly difficult to cut a neglectful family member out of your life, or at least I imagine it is. I’ve considered it before various times for my own personal reasons. And while the idea of it is scary because of course you love them, you also need to do what’s best for you.

You can tell she’s really struggling to put her foot down because it’s a VERY difficult and mature decision to make, especially at her age. But I can’t help but feel proud of her for it. (Yes, I know she’s not real, shut up)

I can’t believe we’re somehow supposed to believe she’s making the wrong decision. It’s clear she’s thought about this a lot, and we’ve seen her give him multiple chances just for him to do it again. She feels as though she has no choice, and that’s a very reasonable way to feel.