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Day 2 - Favorite Anime You’ve Watched So Far: Digimon
First off I just wanna say, don’t come for me with that Pokemon-rip-off shit aight. Digimon was THE SHIT. Second only maybe to Sailor Moon, Digimon made me want to be a DigiDestined so friggin bad. I wanted a crest. I wanted a super cute BFF who turned into an ass-kicking monster with a terribly corny voice. I WANTED TO GO TO THE DIGIWORLD FEEL ME?

Day 2 - Favorite Anime You’ve Watched So Far: Digimon


First off I just wanna say, don’t come for me with that Pokemon-rip-off shit aight. Digimon was THE SHIT. Second only maybe to Sailor Moon, Digimon made me want to be a DigiDestined so friggin bad. I wanted a crest. I wanted a super cute BFF who turned into an ass-kicking monster with a terribly corny voice. I WANTED TO GO TO THE DIGIWORLD FEEL ME?

Day 1 - Very First Anime You Watched: Sailor Moon
At least I’m pretty sure it is… It’s definitely the first one I remember paying attention to, because meanwhile my brother would watch DBZ or Gundam Wing. I think it was shortly followed by Pokemon and Digimon. As far as anime is concerned, Sailor Moon is the reason why I started drawing :)

Day 1 - Very First Anime You Watched: Sailor Moon

At least I’m pretty sure it is… It’s definitely the first one I remember paying attention to, because meanwhile my brother would watch DBZ or Gundam Wing. I think it was shortly followed by Pokemon and Digimon. As far as anime is concerned, Sailor Moon is the reason why I started drawing :)

Everyone wants to be special.

I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill, Hannah-Montana, rom-com special.

I grew up watching shows like Power Rangers, Sailor Moon, Pokemon, and Digimon, to name a few. I read things like Dragonball Z or Harry Potter. I thouroughly enjoyed movies that included stories of reincarnation or revival; Catwoman comes to mind. I noticed a pattern here: the main characters (or titular secondary characters as in Pokemon or Digimon) had powers, weren’t necessarily human, didn’t come from Earth, or were destined to save things from other things. They were special.

I would spin around by myself in my room, singing my own made up theme song as I transformed into whatever character I felt like. “I am Sailor Earth!” I would sometimes proclaim, or I would walk up the stairs on all fours pretending to be a felid humanoid. I watched a lot of TV growing up, until my parents cut my time down to the weekends when my grades were slipping, but as a 90’s kid, I made use of the Internet however I could.

I wanted so badly to be special enough to be told I was something destined for greatness, even if it meant finding out I was adopted, or being put in enough danger for my true potential to kick in. I wanted a letter to our world’s version of Hogwarts. I wanted a cat to scare the shit out of me because it could talk. I still count off all the landmark birthdays to see if my family (or anyone really) has something to say about who I really am. While than can still happen in an entirely different context, that story is for another day…

I think my problem growing up, now that I think about it, is that I felt like almost everyone I knew treated me like I was nothing, but that somewhere deep inside I knew I was something. I wasn’t like these people, these “foolish mortals” or what-have-you. There was no way I could feel like shit forever. So I waited.

And I kept waiting. Until it grew into a sort of depression.

Depressed because I had waited in vain. Depressed because I was stuck being like everyone else, who didn’t like me very much anyway. Depressed because I felt that if I couldn’t be something, that I would end up being nothing. So what was the point of going on living this life?

The music talks to me like no person has ever succeeded in doing. Don’t get me wrong; I have a decent support system, but try as they might, they can’t know what’s going on between my ears, in the auditory or psychological sense. The music has a message for its listeners, and only a few are fluent enough to understand. And one day… it told me something. Something I still don’t quite comprehend, but made sure I’d never forget…

But for now, here’s this: You grow up watching enough television to think that you’re still waiting on the day for someone to come tell you what you’re destined to be.


Sometimes you watch too much television and decide for yourself.

WHY

Live Action A Goofy Movie - After Today (IRL Shot-for-Shot Remake) (by tedsowards)

Watching “Dexter’s Laboratory”

In the episode, They have to decode things with random letters that have nothing to do with the actual word. Like adfseawfe could mean xylophone.

BUT. Didi goes all “Hey Dexter, your fan club is for big I-D-K-C-S’s”.

I-D-K-S-C?








it spells dicks


I don’t think having a broken heart is a serious problem.

In a lot of cases, when something breaks, it can be fixed.

Let’s say you’re a child with only one expensive toy. You only get one. In your childhood you may want to share your toy with other kids you like. Some kids may not like your toy. Some kids may be too busy wanting to share their own toy with someone else; some kids may not even notice you asking to play with them; some kids may like your toy, take it and put it somewhere else on display, but what good is it if neither of you are using it? Some kids may break your toy, sometimes by accident, sometimes by negligence, and sometimes because they’re just spoiled kids who don’t want you to be happy. But sometimes you can just go to the toy shop with Mom and Dad and get it fixed, or if you’re a smart kid, assemble it back together.

The PROBLEM STARTS when you meet a kid who you want to share your toy with, sees your toy and what he can get from it. This kid will SMASH it, PRY it, BEND it open, reach in for essential bits and pieces that this kid can use for another toy or just for his enjoyment, then leave your toy damaged beyond repair, mangled and utterly useless. You can’t share this toy; it’s a literal piece of junk now. You can’t repair it yourself because there are too many pieces missing for it be what it was before, and if you want to get it fixed at the shop, it’ll cost a fortune, or even a miracle…

You can’t go on in childhood without being able to find playmates, no matter how long they last. And you certainly cannot play with kids with good toys while you have a mangled one. One day, someone will come with an amazing, fun and beautiful toy and will want to share it with you, but what have you got to offer them? A hunk of crap in a shell of what it used to be. And while you’re enjoying their toy, they just sit there wishing you could bring the same to the table, but they are too distracted with how much you’re enjoying their toy.

You now spend your childhood jumping from playmate to playmate, playing with everyone else’s awesome toys without even bothering to offer yours because you figure that 1) none of them would find it fun or useful, and 2) none of them have the capacity or patience to fix it.

I don’t think having a broken heart is a serious problem. Having a useless one might be.

I swear they just need to bring this back for good.

Is it just me…

… Or does that female bunny that Thumper falls for in “Bambi” have a serious gnome beard?

Harry Potter is over. Lizzie McGuire and London Tipton are both pregnant. Do you know what this means? My childhood is oficiallly over.

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