My Month(s) in Pics ~July 7th to August 29th~

Yup, it's been more than a MONTH!

"WHY!?!" You may be screaming at me from the other side of the computer/tablet/smartphone screen.

Well,
1) I'm a tad lazy
2) I got a temp job
3) BookTube has taken over my life.
4) I'm lazy
5) These bug the crap outta my carpal tunnel.

But mostly I'm lazy and haven't been taking pictures. Now I've got a good group of them, despite the lack of me having a camera on me, or my phone being dead, or not having the SD card in it (I ruined LA Knight's card, so I'm using my cell's card...yeah, I'm that skilled). So here they are!!!

It's been so long it took me a bit to figure out what this was, lol!

I took a quiz where they guess who I am. They think I'm Black. Mostly right, but nope! Pasty white girl here!

This is why my back hurts when I've been reading too much, because I look like that in my computer chair. :)

The 6th was REALLY cool, because I saw Dragon Ball Z: Battle of the Gods in theaters with my brother and some of his and mine friends! There were only 4 showings in Tucson, and it was the last one that we went to. The audience was mostly male, and practically no one was under 20, save a few kids or baby brothers there. It was really well done, and I loved it, especially as the whole audience were rabid fans. So fun!

This really did happen, and yes, that's what I want, in a way. :D

LOL! I thought this was hilarious and I had to share it! Those people are why I don't naturally respect my "elders".

Got a bunch of recent followers on Twitter, Tumblr, and subscribers on YouTube! Thank you ALL, it means so much that you care about the stuff I like or post! <3

A screenshot of me midword during the video I posted on Monday!
Click HERE to check it out! :)

I know I've posted about this before, but this hasn't been repinned in the past month, so I thought I'd just share the last time someone did. 2998 people have thought this so cool they added it to their boards! WOW! Really cool!

See, not a lot of pictures, and almost all of them are from the computer.

I haven't posted my past videos on here mostly from my hands. I did post a chapter in my fanfic on here, in case you missed it. Make sure to follow me on Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, and YouTube to keep up to date with all my shenanigans across the interwebs! I'm posting another video tonight, so stay tuned for that on YouTube!

Laters!

W.i.t.c.h. The Full Story: Part II Chapter 5 - Kaleb

I know, I know. I haven't written a post on here in forever, and I haven't posted writing in months! I've been cranking out the videos, and focusing on that, but never fear, I've been planning and plotting my writing, but after a page of writing my hand cramps up. That's not enough to post, and it takes a while for it to recover. I'm currently in my brace right now.

Anywho, during #AYearAThon this month I read W.i.t.c.h. 10 A Bridge Between Worlds, and I've been dying to write more on this ever since! So it's FINALLY out! I may just do a second chapter right after this one, if my right hand holds.

It's short, but here it is!

Chapter 5

Kaleb

Meridian

He was thirteen. Young, arrogant, and self-assured, Kaleb was positive he was ready to join the rebellion. Not that Aldurin would listen.

“But my father was the leader!” Kaleb yelled at the now thirty-seven-year-old Quelthar.

“That’s why I don’t want you to join,” Aldurin replied. “They targeted himbecause he was the leader, and now you’re living with me.”

Kaleb turned away, furious. Aldarn had heard his two sons were training in private to take the trials to join the black, double life of a traitor. So the old smith had browbeaten his blood son first, and now it was Kaleb’s turn. The tall young man refused to be demeaned into obedience without a fight.

“Yes, I’m living with you now, but you can barely afford me!” Kaleb ruthlessly pointed out. When Aldurin’s right eyebrow twitched slightly, he knew that he’d touched a nerve. He plowed on. “You took me in, and taught me that I have to work to eat, and I know that’s a truth. I have lived that truth here in the forge, and in the fields. But I want to do more!” Kaleb lowered his voice, and tried to plead for understanding. “Father,” he begged, “I want to help those who were wronged, like I was. I want to protect people from my fate, and the fate of everyone here. Please. Grant me an audience for a trial.”

Aldurin was not an old man, but he looked it. Years of suffering and pain, of oppression and sorrow, had aged him. Thirty-seven years was a long time to watch the innocent suffer, and the artisan wore the burden as a cloak that would never be removed. Looking back Kaleb knew that his refusal was an attempt to spare the last of Lei’s family, but at the time, it only annoyed him. He could not fathom the strength of faith in him that Aldurin had to summon before the ironsmith shut his eyes and grunted, “Fine, but any slacking off before then, and you don’t get one, and you don’t eat.”

Excitement flooded the young man, and he began to jump up and down, chanting, “Thank you, I won’t let you down! I—”

Pain cut the memory off short. His right arm felt as if it had been ripped open and boiling oil had been poured inside. Jerking awake with a cry, Kaleb curled up around the broken limb. It took him a few seconds to realize something smelled terrible, and that something was chattering away to him.

“So sorry, honorable master Human sir! Blunk did not mean to hurt Human rebel’s arm, sir! Blunk only wanted—”

Kaleb had had enough. He’d been reliving a wonderful memory. In fact, it was perhaps the happiest time in his life, save when his family had been alive. But he could barely remember back to that time. His life in Aimbrish was all he had to reflect on, and being there again had been a blessing as he slowly starved to death in this tiny hole with the stupid little Passling.

Enraged he punched the small, stinky creature, and then curled up to sleep.

“No, no, Human sir!” Poor Blunk was breathless, but still managed to stumble to his feet. Although in pain, exhausted, sick, and starving, Kaleb felt a little bad for striking the runty, green being.

“What do you want, Passling?” He groaned, his eyes closed. “Did you find food?”

“No sir, something better!”

“Like what?” He asked.

“Well Blunk did not find it, Human rebel sir, but it’s there!”

“What is?”

“A portal, sir! A portal to a different world just opened up! And it’s right above us, in the chamber where the opening is!”

That got Kaleb up.

There's Some Good in this World and It's Worth Fighting For

Sorry for not posting lately, I've been really busy, but I have something I want to share today.

People have been talking about Robin Williams, and what his suicide can do to you if your that depressed that you’ve thought about suicide. I decided to put my two cents in.

I’ve battled depression since middle school, and until i was 18 I had no help. I know what it’s like to dream about pain and fear and wake up so afraid, dreading the sunrise and yet craving it because then you can be busy, then you can do something other think, because your thoughts all turn on you. I know what it’s like to not want to sleep because you don’t want to wake up.

When people would try to help me, they’d say that life is dark sometimes, but light too. After therapy and many conversations and dark, dark parts, my view of life is a lot like a forest. A dark, dank, forest. You don’t really know where you’re going, that’s something you learn as an adult, no on does. You don’t know if you’ll succeed at anything. You have no clue. You stumble around, sometimes in the dark, but mostly in a dim light. And then there are moments, whole days even, where you’re in direct sunlight, and the forest falls away for a little while, and you can see the sky. The future’s bright, life is shown in all it’s glorious wonder, and you have no fears or worries.

While it may seem, especially if you have depression or anxiety, or both, that the dark is what wins more often than not, it isn’t. I think life’s equally light and dark, if you live it. You have to live it to see all the light times. There are a lot of them. But sometimes you’re just staring into the dark undergrowth and don’t notice the sun’s on you. You don’t notice when you stumble into groves full of flowers. But they’re there.
And you are not alone.You may wonder if anyone feels the way you do. Lots of people do. Sadly more than you’d think. So many people feel like life isn’t worth living, even if they’re on top of their game. You have people that care about you. Especially with social media, they may never meet you in person, not know you on sight, but they care. I care. Trust me.

Please, if you’re wondering if life’s worth living, it is. Even through the dark parts. To quote Samwise the Brave from The Lord of the Rings:

Frodo asks “What are we holding onto, Sam?”

Sam answered with what I want you to remember, “That there’s some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for!”

The goodness in life is worth fighting for, but you’ll never know if you don’t keep living.

If you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.