artificial-shadows:

So that Jagd Doga in the Unicorn preview…

Remember that random 30 second fight scene halfway through CCA when Quess’ Jagd Doga lost it’s arm?

No?

Well sunrise remembers.

Holy shit. I didn’t realized it until now… OwO”’

(via gundamuniverse)

Change.

You know the feeling when someone you know just feels completely foreign after they’ve returned from a faraway place? Yup.

I guess they’ve changed or…I’m the one who changed? Maybe. Just maybe. My mind is in a whirl right now. As someone who reacts emotionally in different situation (I finally knew myself), It’s kinda uncomforting.
It infuriates me when I say something (even if I chose my words and think twice), it sounds different to them than before. Yes I may have offended people in the past (direct and/or subtle) but nonetheless, I’m the type who’s still seeking change within -struggling- , but circumstances keep pushing me back and it’s hard for me to break away from my usual zone.

-JustAnotherHuman-

The tide.

10 years of stability was cherished fully until the Admiral of the ship passed on… No one can withstand the relapse of cancer but the Admiral was one heck of a fighter. :’)
Almost 10 years later, this ship is still standing; but won’t hold out much long. The captain is aging and age itself is catching up to her. 10 years must’ve changed her that much. Sometimes I resent those bad qualities of her but I still need to uphold that filial piety through. I know she’s tired from having to keep the ship in top order but it’s pretty much scarce of resource.

Thinking about what’s gonna happen to me years on along with many other factors are starting to wear me out slowly. I can feel it in my veins. Not sure when it’ll creep into my core. Let’s just hope I won’t bear the curse of madness at the edge of my life. Considering the current situation i’m in, I really have got to break out from this cage and start seeking resource so that this ship won’t further crumble under the stormy waves…

I have to admit, there was plenty of childhood in me but not much of teenage memories to remember; even now, I can’t even find proper time to know my friends better. That leaves me being the quiet, but not the “totally socially awkward” dude around people. And I still haven’t find my true friend yet although currently, there is one possibility that he might be the close friend that I’ve been patiently seeking for.

With no prior experience involving relationships, I’m just left walking by the sidewalk. It’s the standard case of “getting swept from your ‘hind” and that always leaves me with a bitter taste. With so many things going on in my young adulthood; be it family, friends or other personal matters, I can never get a proper break. I guess it’s true when they said that before you reach 21, many things will start to grow on yourself and that develops you to become even more mature. But even if I am maturing, I still need to be wiser in instinct, judgement and decisions. I don’t mind falling but, I really hate it when people try to pity me and help to pick me up. Sorry if this sounds offensive to anybody out there but I’m the one to learn better by picking myself up and keep moving forward, not relying on others to climb up the mountain of success. Ambitious, arrogant and selfish to others but when I made my mind up, I won’t go back on my promise.

I know what needs to be done and accomplished, and there are situations where my life plans needed altering, but still keeping the same ending -unless something major happens- . To conclude: Ship needs priority repairs, I need to rank up and evolve further, I don’t need any relationships now other than kinship. Thanks for reading. If you didn’t, thanks for bothering to scan through my life post. 

Signing out,
-JustAnotherHuman-

On.

Hate me if you must, shoot me if you have to. I deserve it. I’ll pay any price just to see you both get together till the end.

Not sure if……… But forgive me anyways.

My hunch may be correct. But I might be wrong at the same time.
I’m not cut out for it. Truth be told, I’m not hating you. It’s just… it’d be better off for me as a single lone person. You’d be happier and develop better in an environment where it doesn’t involved getting ignored. That’s why letting you go is worth doing. My motivation in life is to make and see someone be happier than me. This gives me an assurance that things are looking fine. It helps me develop as a person, create a better sense of awareness of who I am and be able to make choices even wiser.
I appreciate the concern given for the past couple of years and in return, I pray that you two get together and be happy till ahkirat. If I ever catch you stray away from each other, I swear I’ll hunt both of you and make sure you reconcile even if it means becoming the antagonist in your lives. I couldn’t care a less about what happens to me next but for sure, my goals in life and other people’s happiness are well met. I’m that resolute and please erase those feelings about me.
Forgive me but really, you two MUST get together at all costs. I saw how concerned he is and if I were you, I’d rather choose him than killing myself from waiting. Friends we are, only to that extent. I do not want it to develop into hatred. Therefore, I’ll say it again; stop feeling and waiting for me and just go for the captain. I can see he’s willing to make you even happier than before. Don’t lose this chance. Just go. Please.

Twisted.

So apparently episode 15 of M3 The Dark Metal starts to expand more about the lightless realm and the mysterious girl. The MC is taken for a mental-rollercoaster ride and the mysterious girl who looks a lot like Sasame [MC love interest] turns out to be the other girl Tsugumi who’s long forgotten by Akashi [MC]. Somehow Akashi gets “hypnotised” by her -as seen from his eyes- and looks like Tsugumi has intentions for him. But what?
Meanwhile Minashi and Emmu sought out and found Akashi and then (Akashi) gets taken into another confusing moment. However, the Tsugumi and Minashi encounters once again and wasn’t fond of each other. Hidden Agendas are in play and starts to question me in time to come.
In other news, the Corpse looks like a symbian-necrometal larvae and it can “feel” other’s feelings. Just what is it anyway?
Another thing, the tree? I consider it “repellants” of the lightless realm effect. I’m gonna give it a nickname: “Pixie-shrub”

Anyways, this episode was another cliffhanger. Can’t wait to see what unfolds with the Tsugumi-Minashi conflict and the development of Akashi’s “menses”. One more thing? More pilots? Just what is that crazy prof thinking of? I’m done for now.

-Just another human-

adambogert:

imperfectwriting:

I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

(Source: olentaalla, via adi-fitri)

"Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are."
- (via carlos0028)

Which is why I couldn’t be bothered in seeking one right now coz’ I know things will not be truly ripe yet. Plus, I don’t do flingy relationships. Loyalty and devotion is all I go for. To tell you the truth, despite pushing away the yearn for someone special, I can’t even freaking avoid it. In human context, no matter how strong you are in rejecting, there will always be that pendulum waiting to hit you back in the face, throw you off in the mud and make you wake up to reality. It’s happening to me too. We all feel rushed to find that ‘someone’ only to get ditched -well not all- and end up regretting. The struggle is real for all of us. But I keep telling myself to be patient. That’s how I move on for now.

(Source: manhattan-ny)