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Canivores Tour at the Hollywood Bowl last night was awesome. Despite the heat and humidity (it was still pretty warm after sunset), I got to see Linkin Park live for the second time. My sister and I were pretty high up in the stands, sure, but there was no questioning how loud the sound was. If I could hear them and still have my hearing in tact, then we were good.
They just did all of the mixes of their songs and I was internally flailing. Outside, I was pretty much squeaking every so often because ALL THE SONGS. I KNOW THESE SONGS.
We also made our way down the aisles during the Faint Finale to get ahead of the stampede, but I stopped to take pictures of the big screens. My phone lagged so bad, but it made these pictures worth it:
[ELECTRIC GUITAR INTENSIFIES]
BECAUSE I NEVER GOT AROUND TO FINISHING THIS ONE UNTIL NOW: the Wake has its moments and I wasn’t sure what to draw, so I’ll just present this.
AU Aya Brea riding a Xemnicorn to the nearest fast food restaurant during a mixed bag Reality Storm. I COULD’VE CHOSEN SOMETHING ELSE I GUESS? But no, my brain refused.
Tagged by brightcrest! I’ll try to answer these as best as I can.
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- Best childhood memory?
I have…a lot of those, but I can’t think of any off the top of my head, lol. I guess there was this time we went to Disneyland and hung out in Mickey’s ToonTown for the night. Around that time, the Disney characters came out of City Hall to say hi to everyone sitting around there. It was the usual fair — Mickey and all of his pals, busting out of the place like the A-Team (except not).
Haha, thanks! XD;
Aya doesn’t have a Tumblr. I figure it’s better this way, though. This place can be crazy at times.
Leave your stories in my ask, I’m really curious to know!
SERIOUSLY WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE AND WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF YOU
I’m always amazed at the difference between on-season and nearing-off-season in Disneyland. I went last Wednesday and returned to the parks this Tuesday (yesterday) and wow major difference. My personal preference is the less hectic off-season. It’s always nice to have room to walk.
So yesterday was mostly spent traipsing about Disneyland under the sun, but I had been terribly curious about the “Legends of Frontierland” experience they were holding all summer in Frontierland. Basically you find yourself in the middle of a land-staking operation between Frontierland and their next-door neighbor, Rainbow Ridge. Mines have dried up, territory is being eyed, etc. Good times. (More info here.) While the link says that you can choose your side (Frontierland or Rainbow Ridge), a good number of us were sort of talked into it by one of the Rainbow Ridgers. Red was a good guy, though, and he ran us through what was going on while we waited to board a train that ran rampant through the mines of Big Thunder Mountain. I became known as “Tucson.” My sister wanted to be “Cauliflower,” but she got “Alley Cat.” (Hey, I could’ve been “Figgy.” What kind of name is “Figgy.”)
Shortly after becoming a Rainbow Ridger, we were sent down the mountain to Priscilla at the Telegraph Station to get some bits (Monehs). It’s similar to doing missions on an MMORPG, but it’s more lax because not everyone is going to be sticking around one land in Disneyland.
If you do return, though, the citizens are happy to see you’ve stuck around for that long. The photo above explains the situation partially: the last mission we were given was to tell everyone that there was a mayoral election coming up at 1:30 PM…except we sort of took a wrong turn and ended up in the Caribbean near New Orleans. From there, we went all around the rest of Happy Mouse Land before returning to our Western agenda. Priscilla and Red both were surprised to see us.
Red: And where have you been all day?
Me: The future.
Red: Ah. The land of lasers and robots.
Noticing we were sort of exhausted, Red provided us with a few bond notes so we could claim some land. Yay, charity!
We named our land “This Land.” Sadly, we couldn’t claim it over a grave site.
After we showed the land grab certificate, we went back to bid our farewells to Priscilla and Red.
Alley Cat: We’ll be heading South.
Priscilla and Red: South??
Alley Cat: California! (Disney’s California Adventure)
Priscilla: OH, that South.
So ended our Frontierland experience into a more modern setting of Hollywood and Mad T.
And I did realize I spelled my given name wrong on that certificate, but I just read that telegraph announcement again today and I’m laughing because ANSEM is a RAINBOW RIDGER. THIS WAS ALL A SETUP.
Redid Oska’s tattoo design. I tried to unify the design more because I didn’t like how the first one went all over the place. Not really sure how this will translate to the kinds of feats he’s done for Mirialan culture, but yeah. I just thought it’d be cool.
SO A LONG TIME AGO THERE WAS THIS MEME. BASED IN DISNEYWORLD. EXCEPT I IGNORED THE ‘WORLD’ PART AND THOUGHT OF ‘LAND.’ Anyway, this is the result of having Mickey go home for a bit to act as a host for his guests — especially if one of those guests is a keyblade master you need to keep a close eye on.
…Let’s just say Mickey was actually drained of energy the one day Master Xehanort came to visit.