All my personal crap is on my personal account. Which is: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/hopeless-horror
I’m think about just deleting this account and moving to my personal account.
SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT
So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time? Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.
I will never not reblog this
"…but teenagers have no reason to be stressed."
Anonymous said: Italy what do you think about Portugal
Veee~~ I don’t know Portugal… But s/he should talk to me~ As long as s/he is nice! Because, if s/he’s not then I’ll just end up running away… Or calling Germany to help me!
((I decided not to draw for this one because it’s a slightly difficult question to answer. Especially since Portugal is a fan character. Even though I think there is an official design. And I don’t know if you’re a Fem!Portugal or Male!Portugal. But I hope I answered in a satisfactory manner.))
Feliciano ran down the hall as fast as his legs could take him, screaming loudly. He was trying to get the creature to follow him.
This was… Wait, how many times was it now? He’d lost count it seemed.
He panted deeply as he finally found a room and ran inside, slamming the door shut and locking it.
Okay, he was away from everyone else and the creature had followed him and no one had followed them. Perfect.
He turned around and pressed himself to the door. He could feel the sweat slide down his face and make his clothes stick to his body, tried desperately to ignore the one tear sliding down his cheek.
Now was no time to cry. He had to be the tough one this time, even if he didn’t want to.
He scanned the room slowly before he moved to press his ear to the door, listening as whatever that repulsive thing was slid down the hall and went god knows where.
“Damn.” He muttered softly looking up to the ceiling. “Don’t cry, Feli… Just don’t cry.” He told himself with a shaking voice.
He pushed himself off the door, triple checking it was locked. He moved to the bed and dropped to his hands and knees, reaching under it for a key, thanking whatever deity was smiling down at him currently that it was still there. That’s all he needed, just this key to that room… That room they had never, and he was beginning they never would, made it to.
He sat on the bed, but only for a moment before he laid back and starred at the ceiling. He slowly closed his eyes. He knew someone would find the key to this room and therefore find him. Right now, he just wanted to think of a plan, a way out, but he wasn’t sure his foggy, filled mind could take all the thinking.
I’m going to be vegetarian for 4 weeks and see if I can do it. If I can: vegetarian for life. If I can’t: I tried.
Mom: -turns truck around- dad got paid today, I’m going to get Diesel for 3.39$!
Me: Dad got paid today, so you’ll get diesel but you won’t go to spa!
Mind you she was only a quarter or so empty… SHE TURNED THE TRUCK AROUND TO GET FRIGGIN DIESEL! But she won’t go to friggin /spa/!
… I don’t understaaaaaand.
on reddit there was a discussion about how Good Luck Charlie became the first children’s show with gay parents. One person was complaining, using the typical “how do I explain it to my kids” bullshit, and then someone replied with this utter smackdown
No more excuses.
I will forever reblog this
It’s sort of horrifying that we all know what they’re talking about without them really saying it.. that it’s become that much of a norm in our society that we just know.
My dog and I have been up all night… And he gives up… Lucky him.