I prefer the she/her pronoun (I'm a girl). I'm interested in a lot of different animated stuff, but HTTYD, Frozen, Danny Phantom, Legend of Zelda, Steven Universe, Wolfblood, Zootopia and some anime (I've watched Your Lie in April, Wolf's Rain and FMA 1) are a few favorites. Naruto Shippuden isn't a favorite, but I have watched it. I liked the original better than Shippuden. I will try to make sure to tag other stuff, but unfortunately my memory isn't the greatest, so sorry if I slip up in tagging it. I usually reblog, but I also post my original fanfictions and stuff from my life in the real world once in a while. Feel free to follow me, I don't bite! In fact, I'm pretty accepting of most people, if I do say so myself. My Deviantart: http://happily-joyful.deviantart.com/
My Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/~happilyjoyful
Sorry for the inactive hiatus! I’ve been preparing to move - we’ve got to pack and the like, and it might be a month or two before I’m able to post somewhat regularly again. I’m looking for a job as well, so… yeah.
So I’ve always liked The LoZ series; ever since the Nintendo 64′s Majora’s Mask I’ve liked it. However, sometimes this game (Twilight Princess) is really linear - I’ve been experimenting with ways to get the wolf form earlier (so that I have the choice earlier in the game - I’ve played through it all about three times, and I don’t really like how long it takes to get the master sword, and the ability to shift into a wolf), and found the Early Master Sword glitch (EMS stands for Early Master Sword). However, when I tried to do the glitch on its own, it messes up the game very badly. You can’t get into the Goron mines, and so can’t keep progressing through the game if you do it normally. The Fixed EMS helps with that - it takes advantage of CD streaming (ejecting and reloading the level) to get into the Sacred Grove. I’m hoping it’s smooth sailing after that, but I suppose we’ll see. ;)
MASSIVE spoilers ahead! Please don’t read this if you
haven’t seen the entirety of Your Lie in April! I’m adding a read-more here so that no one sees the spoilery stuff. Click below if you’d like to read the rest of my post!
Summary: Elsa rebelled when she ran away. Hiccup rebelled when he made friends with Toothless. Both of those came out fine in the end. Now, a new rebellious teenager will make her way from the ports of England to the rocky beaches of Berk, and have an adventure all her own. Slight OCXHiccup, please don’t flame! T rated for blood and slight language.
Disclaimer: I don’t own HTTYD or Frozen, however much I wish I did.
PLEASE DO NOT STEAL! I swear, if someone steals it I’m taking all of the chapters down and linking it to Fanfiction, where you can’t copy it in the first place! :( Also, please keep in mind the first few chapters are very old - my writing skills then aren’t as good as they are now.
Also, sorry for the lateness! I forgot about it for a while… I promise I’ll try not to do that again.
EDIT 5-20-16: Adding a read more here… Didn’t know how to do that until recently, so just click the read more if you’d like to read the fanfic! ;)
Just wanted to let everyone know that I might be fan-girling over this anime for a little while - I’m watching the first episodes today, but most likely it’s going to turn into a watch-the-episode-before-I-forget-what-happened marathon (in other words, I’m going to watch the entire first season today and probably have a broken heart for a while because of it). I’ve heard that this anime is incredibly depressing at times, so wish me luck! *crosses fingers* *hopes to God I won’t sob for hours afterwards* I’m holding my tissue box and toilet paper at the ready! *hands are shaking nervously* I-I’m not shaking right now! I-I’m going to go watch it with a b-brave s-soul!
I laughed harder than I probably should have at this. What makes it so funny, you ask? Maybe it’s the silliness. I honestly don’t have a freaking clue. But it made me laugh so freaking hard and made my day, so I’m reblogging. It’s silly, stupid stuff like this that I don’t usually reblog, but I guess I just need to lighten up, and laugh my head off.
I don’t know what it’s supposed to be, but it looks something like Danny Fenton and… Yellow Diamond, maybe? I’m not completely caught up on the last episodes of Steven Universe, but it sure looks that way.
*giggles uncontrollably after looking through it again* Now this is the kind of fan art I’d totally look at after a tough day, just for the fun of it! :D
I’m sure a lot of users on here agree, but my version of High school sucks even worse. Ever heard of a program called Odyssey? Let me just say, don’t ever get this program for you, for your kids or for anyone who wants to learn anything, period.
This horrible, useless thing is basically a read-to-learn program, which doesn’t always work for everyone. Granted, I’m a decent reader and a good writer, but I just couldn’t care less about anything it’s teaching me, you know? I’m never going to use this stuff in real life, and at least with lectures you can mostly ignore it and google it later on (and then forget it forever. XDD) . However, this program is so vague with the questions it asks that googling the answer just spells disaster. And that’s when you get percentages like a freaking 22% grade.
Tbh, I would have liked to learn about what it’s talking about in English, IF I wasn’t going for a career in writing in the first place. I mean, come on. What writer since freaking preschool (I’m not kidding, seriously) needs lessons on clauses and sentence structure? If I can make a freaking 50-chapter book, I can make a sentence already, thanks.
I seriously don’t need this. I made a 5 chapter book in kindergarten. I didn’t publish it, but I did send it to various teachers and they told my mom that I’ve got an imagination that is characteristic of a writer. They said I might as well be a writer already. I couldn’t write yet - I could read, and I could imagine, and so my teacher wrote down my ideas. I still have a copy of that book in my closet. It was a really cute adventure story, which even now I like to read.
As a side-note, I am sorry about my inactiveness. I’ve been using up all of my creative juices on my fanfiction writing, and I think I’ll post a chapter of my story that is published on Fanfiction.net on here. It’s a Frozen/HTTYD story. My next post will be the first chapter!
Fucking Life is Strange…I’m so fucked with this time rewind bs
Stick of Truth im fine lmao
BERK FUCK YEAH
…Dofus? Sweet!
I don’t know if any of my followers have heard about this MMORPG. There’s an awesome, fun animated series based on it, too. It’s on Netflix, and it’s called Wakfu. The animated series and the game are both one of my favorites, so I hope you don’t mind me posting about them! Here’s a little gif of Evangeline. She’s probably the character that is most like me. :)
I’ve had Christmas, and birthdays (including my own and my dad’s, both a week apart), and it’s been really hard to post anything because we’ve been getting ready for all of that, and then doing it. And then, after all of that, we had New Years to think about, too. That wouldn’t have been so hard if we could have gotten fireworks somewhere nearby, but no. We had to drive all the way past the main boulevard to get them.
Anyway, my point is, I’ve been very busy for the Holidays, and now that that is over, I should be able to post a bit more. I hope you all can forgive me for my very lacking posts these past couple months. I’m very sorry.
How to give your kids trust issues and anxiety brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad
See Also: How to further endanger people in abusive relationships, brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad, with control issues.
It’s honestly like Christian Grey level micromanaging. Do you wanna fuck up your kid? Because this is how you fuck up your kid.
My parents did this to me as a teenager.
Nothing will ever match the horror of being called into your dad’s office at the age of 14 and him showing you screenshots of your own computer from the last several months.
Screenshots of private conversations with online friends.
Or records of my internet browsing history.
And then my fundamentalist christian parents asked, “do you masturbate?” because they found I had signed up for this site called “okcupid” in order to do the fun personality quizzes they had on it. And okcupid was a “sex site.”
And they would play mind games with me, pretending that they had been recording more of my activity than they actually had, but refusing to tell me how much, so I never really knew how much they actually knew, or how long they’d been spying on my computer, and I lived in constant fear of them pulling out a “WE KNOW YOU DID THIS, GOTCHA.” at any moment.
Sometimes when I left the room they would sneak onto my computer and go through anything I had left open.
I’m 23 now, and to this day I have a soul-crippling paranoia of anybody getting near my computer. Not even long term romantic partners. NOBODY touches my computer. Never ever ever ever.
Because instead of actually communicating with your children, stalk them instead to manipulate them emotionally.
This is terrifying and my parents did this to me constantly throughout my childhood. My mom hasn’t done it in the past year or so because I’ve been ‘good’ (I kind of just gave up on everything for awhile because of depression caused by my folks so I could do no wrong) and I still delete the history on the computer just in case. She still goes through my phone sometimes, though.
Phone horror story: my parents went through my phone when I was young and dating this girl, but I didn’t want my parents to know. I was afraid if they would accept me, my mom being religious, and my dad being the most important person to me. So every night, my girlfriend and I would say goodnight and “I love you”. But my parents were suspicious, took my phone, went through it, and then hid it.
They then watched me run around the house in a blind panic trying to find my phone for /hours/. I finally figured out what happened, confronted them, and was sat down for hands down the worst talk I’d ever received. They asked me if I was dating this girl. I said yes. They asked me if I was a lesbian. I said no, I’m bisexual. They then proceeded to tell me that “bisexuality isn’t real, I have to pick, it’s just a phase” ect.
And that’s my coming out story. I didn’t “come out”. I was forced to admit my sexuality under interrogation after they invaded my privacy, and then ridiculed. I have nothing to hide now, but when someone goes through my phone, I freak out. I don’t tell my family when I’m dating someone, even if I’m happy with them.
So yeah. Wanna fuck up your child for life? Wanna cause a major rift in trust between you and your kid? Go through their shit, and wondering why your kid doesn’t tell you when something’s wrong /years/ later.
Okay I don’t normally add things to posts but I’m going to tonight.
I used to be in a relationship with a cis girl; if I may remind everyone, I, also, am a cis female. I live in the bible belt of the United States and one of the most terrible places you can be in: Texas. That means I was raised with and around people who STILL believe that gays/trans/anything apart from ‘the norm’ is going to hell/condemned/disgusting.
I was crushing on this girl of mine for a couple of years, and my parents took my phone one time because I got in trouble. They’d read all of our texts. All of them. Everything. And they forbid me from ever speaking to her again and ended up taking me to “Christian” therapy. This made me unbelievably depressed and when this happened, I got back into self harm. Still, when you’re forced to grow up doing things that make you happy in secret because your parents are super consesrvative, you get sneaky. Eventually this girl and I ended up in a relationship. So I dated this girl for THREE YEARS, long distance, ENTIRELY in secret. I had to clear my text messages every 5 minutes, couldn’t EVER talk to her on the phone (except for when I finally got my car and was allowed to go our by myself, in which, I still had to be careful) and it made us both MISERABLE. If they found out we were talking not only would we not be able to again, but they wanted to place a restraining order on her just so that it would be IMPOSSIBLE for us talk again. All because they were MORTIFIED of me ‘being gay’.
And I’m not exaggerating. They would check the Verizon bills to see what numbers I’ve texted/called, would SNATCH my phone out of my and RANDOMLY and check through my messages/MSN, and I was subject to ‘random regular computer checks’. The girl I was with at this time had to pay $50 to get an area code that wasn’t the one they’d be looking for just so that we could text back and fourth without questions.
It destroyed me. It destroyed my sense of trust for my parents and even now, long after my relationship with this person has been ended and I am allowed and approved to date my current boyfriend, I still clear my texts out of pure fear and am still scared sometimes. I doubt they’d take my phone now that I’m nearly 21, but I have no idea and I can’t be too careful. I still haven’t come out to them as pansexual and probably wont ever.
If you love your children, don’t do this kind of shit to them. They’ll never trust you again.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you violate your child’s privacy in this way you’ll never earn their trust, you’re just creating a better liar.
This is not something your children will “understand” later; you will not be forgiven, you will not be confided in. You will create trust issues for your children for all of their future relationships. There is nothing about this that is ok.
THIS. There’s so much I want to add to this, even though some of it may have been said already. Mostly I just want to add my story (pertaining to this) along with adding some points in my Christian parent’s point of view (stuff that my mom and dad tell me about why they do it - I’m not a parent myself, just so you know) and then disprove the reasons why.
I couldn’t figure out what the trust issues with my parents were about until I saw this post - I didn’t even know it could create trust problems. I knew it created a lot of tension between my parents and I, and it was a battle just trying to keep my stuff private.
And this wasn’t even with cell phones. If I had a cell phone, and my mom went through it every week like she used to do with us (my brother and I, that is) with the computer, I think I would’ve melted down and all out screamed at her - and then I probably would’ve gotten grounded from the phone for that week.
But, as it was, we just had the computer, and my parents watching that alone was enough to get me irritated. My mom would always look over my shoulder when walking by the computer (which was and still is situated in the living room next to their bedroom door, just for the purpose of watching what my brother and I were doing), and I always had the urge to just cover the screen with my arm or a piece of cardboard. It would creep me out so much
Eventually, I was able to convince her to give me enough room to leave me alone at home (without my brother watching my every move - yes, he unfortunately copied my parent’s way of looking over my shoulder and would report anything that looked suspicious. He has Echolalia, which literally means he copies everyone else’s ways of doing and saying things - he doesn’t have a unique way of doing anything), and it was during that time that I went to sites like DeviantArt (which they thought was just as it’s name entitled, a deviant site that is “sinful”), YouTube, any forums that didn’t have normal, every-day language in their URL and/or title and other sites that my mom might not approve of. I always opened that kind of stuff in an incognito window (in other words, for that window no history was recorded).
To put it bluntly, it was really annoying and just plain unneeded. After a while she didn’t do checks during the day anymore (she would check after both of us had gone to bed), and I didn’t know whether or not she was even checking my history or not. But I still had the fear of her checking, and I figured she was doing it after I went to bed, so I still deleted my history whenever she was gone for long periods and I was doing something “unapproved.”
In short, I became better at lying and hiding my tracks, and worse at communicating with and trusting my parents.
Wouldn’t it be so much better to feel bad for lying, because if they didn’t do this crap I might actually trust them and respect them as parents? You know? It just really bothers me that there are so many replies to this post - I mean it’s got to be something parents do often. And it just… sucks.
The reason my parents get into my private stuff is because of “religious” reasons - it’s like a brainwashing, restricting/teaching tool, and tbh I believe it would be more effective if they just backed off and let a person’s conscience do the work. Most normal kids/teens feel bad for lying to a parent they respect and like, a parent who brushes her hair or plays a sport with him, slapping him a high five at the end of a game, you know? It’s just like, why do all this work and dramatize it so much when you know at the end of the day your kid actually likes you, and was taught that lying is bad, and will eventually own up?
“Amethyst, I’m telling you, you’ll feel much better once we’ve
cleared away some of this junk. A cluttered room is a cluttered mind.”
Amethyst looked on with a thick pout. Defensive eyes scanned
her piles, arms crossed. “Pearl, we tried this already. It didn’t work,
remember?”
“We got distracted.” Garnet stared down at a cluster of
empty oil cans, peppered with a strange assortment of batteries and thumb
tacks. “That doesn’t mean cleaning your room was a bad idea.”
“But why?! I like
it like this.” Amethyst drove her foot into the nearest tower of junk. “It’s
cozy.”
“It’s a health hazard,” Garnet answered impassively.
Amethyst snorted. “Health
hazard? Since when do we care about he—“ She turned, narrowed eyes falling on
Steven, who was preoccupied with prodding a curious mound of rotted goop. “What,
for Steven? He doesn’t come in my
room!”
“I’m here now,” Steven answered. He pressed his index finger
to his thumb and raised it to his eyes. The purple goop beaded along his skin.
“Steven, do not touch that.”
“Sorry Garnet.”
Amethyst huffed anyway, eyes thrown to the side. A small
blush crawled along her cheeks. “You guys are just using that as an excuse. You’ve
got a problem with the way I live.”
“I’ve got a problem with the way you’re losing stuff in
here.” Garnet drove her fist into the pile she’d been surveying. It reemerged
with a rusty scepter. “Like this. How long ago did we lose the Igneous Scepter?”
Amethyst glanced at it, looked away, and shrugged. “I dunno.
Like…400 years ago?”
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How to Train your Dragon
Danny Phantom
Vampire Diaries
Once Upon A Time
Big Bang Theory
Disney/Dreamworks/Pixar
Avatar: tLA and LoK
Mirai Nikki
Sword Art Online
HIMYM/Friends
Game of Thrones
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