stars in your eyes

A revolution breaks out

Vine comes back stronger then ever and the entire world cries out of joy

Nintendo releases a video game where you play STRICKTLY as bowser

80s fashion comes back full force and we only wear Hawaiian shirts.

The time travelers come back and kill trump

Power Rangers announces that its getting a sequel and actually gets the views and ratings it deserves

More diverse casting in shows and movies

Live action Mario that’s high quality

Luigi becomes the superior brother

Popular ya books with canon wlw

Anime redemption arc

Everyone who’s doesn’t think bowser is hot gets fuckin oppressed

Year of the gays

Since I’ve already done my “top 10 reads of 2017″ (because I didn’t think I would ready any more books, how foolish?), and I would have probably included these in that list, let me talk about my last minute reads at least here:

1. The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater 

I am not even sure why I’ve been putting this on hold for such a long time. The Raven Cycle is well loved, known and already written as a series. But I wasn’t really into the premise, is sounded weird and I didn’t like the first chapter at all. 

But I am a big time mood reader and one day I woke up feeling like I had to read it. So I’ve started. It took me some time before I got into it, really, but once the group got together, I understood why everyone loved it so much. 

They have such a nice dynamic! They really seem as a great group of friends and in a sense they provide something that I’ve always missed in Harry Potter. Don’t get me wrong, the Golden Trio is awesome, but I always felt as if it wasn’t enough people. That’s also why I’ve always preferred the Marauders more. But let’s leave my love for Harry Potter aside. 

I loved the boys, all of them. (Ronan, mostly, but is anyone surprised?) I loved Blue too, even though I was worried I wouldn’t. I was worried she would end up being too manic pixie dream girl-ish. But, oh damn, is she real. Amazingly real. 

That’s another thing that I’ve loved about it. The kids (they are kids!) reacted in a way that felt real. I feel like it happens a lot in Young Adult, you get these kids (or adult wannabes) that act weird - never get the police envolved, never talk to parents or adults in situations where most real adults would be scared shitless. Here, though, it felt believable. 

I loved this book and I gave it 5/5 stars on Goodreads. Enough to say that I can’t wait to get my hands on Dream Thieves! That ending!? Such endings should be illegal!

2. milk and honey by rupi kaur

Here is a thing I was afraid of: I would find milk and honey pretentious. 

I am not a big poetry girl. I find it too feelsy, pretentious and… well, you get the idea. It’s mostly because of people I know who like poetry. Because they are all like that - try hard philosophes and pretentious pricks (and I am mostly angry because they’ve suined poetry for me!) 

milk and honey (for some reason I feel to need to abide by how the cover doesn’t use capital letters) made me feel things. I don’t know how it’s possible, mostly because I was very sceptical. Very. 

I did some research though and I will be buying some poetry books, most certainly Sun and her flowers but I was thinking about No matter the weckage. I have no idea how to read poetry, what is good poetry, but I am willing to try. 

3. One of us is lying by Karen M. McManus

This book won the price of most surprising book I’ve read in 2017. 

I didn’t expect this to be good. I mean, I always go into books hoping they would be good but I picked this up because I wanted to read other genres, not just fantasy or sci-fi. And, well, because it had this pretty red-and-white cover and red pages. Yeah, well, priorities. 

But this book made me read it in one day. I wasn’t able to put it down, to do anything without reading this while doing it. This book has it all: the plot-twists, the characters, the big reveal, Nate! (yes, Nate. Anyone see any similarities to Ronan? I might have a character type? No?) 

-wear rose face masks -moisturize your skin -use sugar scrubs -paint your nails a pale pink -listen to new music -curl your hair -bat your eyelashes softly -bake blueberry muffins -wear satin dresses -burn lavender scented candles -buy yourself roses

A faraway king receives a heavy wooden crate filled with a coil of the longest hair he has ever seen.

A despised ruler finds hundreds of pounds of cut-off ponytails at her castle entrance, each one belonging to her own people. 

A young emperor refuses to cut their hair and insists on trying to make peace with invaders. The enemy leader steps forward, draws their blade, and cuts the emperor’s hair themselves.

regulate your breathing so your blood flow evens out

fix your makeup and make sure you’re not sweaty

Everyone I Love Is Dead

The English Have Stolen All My Sheep

You Want To Be My Boyfriend? First You Must Answer These Riddles Three

The Protestants Have Stolen All My Sheep

I Love You A Lot But You’ve Left Me And It’s Raining [fiddle solo]

The Sea Is Treacherous, Just Like The English

One Time Bonnie Prince Charlie Punched Me In The Face And It Was Awesome

* Everyone I Love Is An Allegorical Representation of Ireland

* The English Stole My Farm And Put Sheep On It

* You Were My Boyfriend But Now You Won’t Even Come To The Window To Look Upon Me And Our Dead Infant Child (In The Rain)

* Whack Fol Too La Roo Umptytiddly Good They’ve Stopped Listening Now Let’s Talk About Revolution

genres include:

I Left Everyone I Love Back Home In The Holler To Be With This Guy Who Doesn’t Wear Shoes Or Have Teeth But He Plays A Mean Jug

The English Told Us Not To Move West Yet, We Ignored Them, My Entire Family Was Killed

You Were My Boyfriend But You Tied A Sack Of Rocks To My Petticoats And Threw Me In The Creek (And My Baby Too)

Mama Loves All 14 Of Us A Lot But She’s Weary Of Our Shit And Now She’s Dyin’ (Gather Round)

The McCleans Stole A Firewood Log From Our Pile So We Won’t Rest Until The Last Of Their Male Kin Is Laid In The Cold Ground

We Knew The River Would Rise But We Still Didn’t Fix The Levee 

The River Rose, The Levee Broke, Everyone Died, It Was Just As We Reckoned (dulcimer twang-a-lang) 

When The Rebels Come A-Marchin’ I’m A Southern Man And I Feed Their Horses My Best, When The Yankees Come A-Marchin’ I’m A Northern Man And I Feed Their Horses What The Rebels Left

I think someone needs to put in a word for the English folk tradition though:

I Met a Girl and We Went Hunting (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)

I Met a Girl and We Caught Some Birds (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)

I Met a Girl and We Found Her Lost Pet (It Was a Metaphor for Sex)

I Met a Girl By Staying At Her Parents’ House and She Made My Bed (It Was an Especially Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Sex)

I Am a Girl and I Regret Engaging In Metaphors for Sex Because Now I’m Pregnant

I Met a Girl and Bribed Her Into Sex But She Stole My Horse and Ran Away With It

I Met a Girl At an Inn and We Had Non-Metaphorical Sex But She Stole My Stuff The Next Morning and Now I Have Syphilis

Your Fiance Died Either at Trafalgar or Waterloo, Let’s Get Married, I’m Glad You Said No Because I’m Really Him In Disguise

Lord Nelson Sure Was Awesome

The Press-Gang Dragged Off All the Important Men in My Life (And Now They Are Dead)

Farm Laborers Are The Salt of the Earth And Are Never Grindingly Poor

I met a girl and she framed me for theft and got me sent to Tasmania for it (technically Irish)

I committed various crimes and got sent to NSW for it, and I am sad about losing my various criminal friends (English antecedent)

And the home-grown specials:

Unlike the aforementioned convicts I am happy to be on this ship, because I was born in a free colony and am going back there. Nyah.

We are shearing and the newly-arrived Englishmen suck at it.

We are shearing and I am personally the best at it.

We are shearing and this one guy is the acknowledged best at it but a skinny old guy with a skinny old sheep has mysteriously outdone him!

Gundagai. People come from there (some of them are shearers), other people go there, it’s at the end of a long road.

Droving cattle is very lonely, requires more whisky.

Droving cattle is very lonely, you may hallucinate.

Droving cattle is very lonely, but I wouldn’t give it up for city life.

The death of a bushranger makes for a very stirring ballad.

People in the city are miserable, criminals, or otherwise inferior to people in the country.

And let’s not forget:

- I Came over to join the Fur Trade, and despite the language barrier, married a Native woman and she bore me three children, but now i must go back to England and my English Wife and my English Children, whoops

- I went up North to find some gold, and we are all freezing to death

-I went up North to find some gold and i am going mad from the never ending daylight and am hallucinating