moonstarsandflowers said:

"Do you ever just get an overwhelming sense of like, hatred and something like depression? Or more like a really sad feeling."

"Yeah, it’s normal you know. As long as it doesn’t become all consuming it’s completely normal." HE said softly, cautiously walking into the room.

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With a little grin, the Demonlord of a strange Alternia has found an equally different Nepeta. He greets them with a certain level of kind cautiousness. “Oh my, hello there dear.”, He says as he floats to the ground, trying to seem a bit less intimidating… The glowy eyes probably aren’t helping with that.

so i saw dr mackinnon today and omg im cautiously optimistic about my arm

it was crazy i knew she was world renowned but she had an ENTOURAGE like fuckin dr house, with students and assistants and fellow doctors to come in and be all “ok this girl has had shit going on for 3 years lets figure something out”. then she did fuckig MAGIC TRICKS???? like poking lightly on some parts of my arm or shoulder and suddenly things would happen and move and go limp and she was like yeah thats indicative of some shit happening with tendons and nerves and i only followed some of it cause i was standing there mostly in shock

basically surgery is going to be probable. but mackinnon has done hundreds (maybe thousands, shes been at it for a while), and has 100% success rate. and shes the first doc who said “you did 3 rounds of phys therapy? youre going to see MY therapist just to exhaust every non invasive option. i can do surgery, i can do surgery very well, but we dont want to do it unless you HAVE to”. every other doc would be all “yeah surgery is your only option but i cant tell you exactly why. i have some ideas what might be going on but lol idk”

also im getting a breast reduction. covered by insurance.

tmi but im a natural 34DDD. they dont make bras that small around with that large of a cup. she said there is no way these boulders arent aggravating my arm cause it forces your shoulders to hunch and pull on the brachial plexus area. my boobs are too big for my frame, my body type, my weight. i constantly have people ask where ive had them “done”. like no unfortunately these are natural and many women would kill to have them but i would kill to not have them

but omg ive wanted smaller boobs since puberty cause ive had back problems (and scoliosis CAUSED by them) and SHIRTS DONT FIT and bras are impossible i have to hand stitch them all to edit them to fit and im really excited about having Cs or Ds

im so excited

im even not scared of surgery for some reason? mackinnon really seems to  know what she’s doing she makes me feel not nearly as scared about going under the knife with my arm.

M!A Sight

It happened in an instant. 

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Of all the possibilities for worse symptoms to strike him, it had to be when he was not at the comforts of his home. His vision was gone. Everything was black. Even so, Kiritsugu didn’t panic. What he does is stop in the middle of the street like a deer caught in headlights. Thankfully he wasn’t in the middle of the road.

Still, he had nothing on him that could serve as a guide to help him walk. What he could do was remake the image he had seen before everything went black. He takes a step forward cautiously, realizing this was harder than he thought it would be. 

So instead, he takes another step, to the left in hopes of reaching a building of some sort, his hand lifting up and… grasped onto something to steady himself.

Storm Warning

So voiceactresskurutta reblogged a list of OTP prompts maybe a week ago and… things happened.

A huge thanks to dragonnutt for beta reading and encouraging me to actually post things, as well. ^^;

Xiaolin Showdown | Raikim

Prompt: At a ski lodge and somehow got stuck outside in the middle of the storm but hey look there’s a conveniently abandoned cabin I guess the logical thing to do is go in there and snuggle for warmth for the night…

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“Ohh, no. Not a chance. No way am I— HEY!”

Kimiko’s hands flew to cover her eyes as a blush overtook her.

Raimundo chuckled as he stripped his outer robes and sash and let them drop to a pile on the ground. “What?” he asked, grin knowingly teasing. “New robes, remember? Undershirt. And don’t worry, pants stay on.”

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fuck-you-i-am-a-zombie said:

This Hunter, being smarter then most others of his kind, was wandering the shadows of a small town in the middle of the night, trying to find something to eat, or somewhere to sleep. Somehow, he managed to get on the property of the cannibal's home, smelling plenty of food to his liking, wondering who or what could be in that house. Breaking a window would be a bad idea. So upon inspecting the front door he accidentally pushed the doorbell. Making him jump back and stare, seeing who will answer.

Hannibal frowned and glanced up from his book that he had been reading. It was well past any time for visitors. He sighed and closed the book, standing and heading to the door, cautiously. He opened it and looked at the person standing there. “Can I help…you.” He asked, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. 

Patroll {Open}

Morton sighed irritably as he walked beside Stayne’s horse, they were on the look out for anyone that would cause any harm or trouble to the festivities, it wouldn’t have been so bad if Stayne hadn’t taken this opportunity and higher rank to use his height advantage to peer down Women’s dresses. 
What Queen Iracebeth saw in this man was pure mystery to Morton, as Stayne began to flirt with another woman Morton took the chance to sneak away so that from the disgusting scene to actually try and do his job as Iracebeth’s guard. Morton was just starting to get bored when he noticed someone that seemed suspicious to him, Morton approached cautiously and cleared his throat letting himself be known
"Can I help you with something?"

sooo i watched the season 10 sneak peek and

pros

  • yay definite charlie return!
  • cas x hannah?!?!?!
  • it looks like hannah might be a kind of badass major player????
  • probably kevin/abaddon cameos
  • CAS X HANNAH?!?!?!

cons

  • like really how hard would it have been to make that hunter chasing demon!dean down tracy bell i mean really

overall i am… cautiously optimistic? but idk man i also feel like i have been burned so many times before.

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Dexter : Ella?! Ella what’s happening?! Ella?!

Ella only shook her head violently back and forth, curling inwards to herself. Her one hand clawed violently at the bite mark on her arm, breaking the skin more and causing more bleeding. Dexter tried to pull her hand away when he saw what she was doing, but even his strength wasn’t enough to get her to budge.

Dexter : Ella, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!

Ella opened her mouth to protest, but only succeeded in letting out the scream she had been holding back. Dexter whined shakily at the horribly pained sounding noise, shifting closer and cautiously touching her back as she bit her lip to contain another scream.

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Do you really wanna deprive the world of all THIS.

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I always give my adoring public what they want…but first we must ask ourselves, what is the very essence of tomboyhood? What one thing is a staple in their drab, comfortable lifestyle wardrobe?

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DEAR GOD IT’S MORE HORRIBLE THAN I COULD HAVE IMAGINED.

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The Mabel cautiously accepts the offending garmet onto her person…

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The comfort…it burns.

I had a very long, frustrating conversation with my parents today that culminated in a positive manner thank God. They’re cutting off contact with that bitch who keeps talking shit about me until further notice, and we’re just going to cautiously move forward until she apologizes (I’m picturing mad drama at Eid ul-Adha dawats, I need to figure out what I’m going to wear). It’s amazing that my parents have allowed people to treat me like a spectacle since I was in elementary school and it’s taken some very harsh words from me for them to even remotely understand how I feel. But I’m glad that we had a positive ending to this whole thing, and I think the brutal honesty from my end actually strengthened our relationship.

Hugs (Kagehina)

Kageyama holds the boy in his arms, very cautiously, very slightly, as though he is ready to run at the slightest whiff of disapproval from the other.

'Idiot, I don't bite,' Hinata mumbles and pulls the setter closer, burying his face into the taller boy's shirt. Lavender, he notices subconsciously.

And soon enough Kageyama gets used to the close proximity, shoulders sagging a little as he returns the hug, albeit still carefully.

Love you lots, he whispers and feels the arms around him tighten.

He smiles.
How Far We've Come - Part 1 [Changmin]

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gif credit: boks

From DBscenariosSK: This is for anon! Stay tuned for part 2 and 3! 

Three days prior:

You got into Changmin’s car and buried your face into your hands out of frustration. Changmin angrily sat in the driver’s side, making you jump when he slammed the door. You cautiously peeked at him from between your fingers while he violently backed out of the parking lot. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly as he seethed in his seat. 

You couldn’t believe that yet another date had been ruined. You dreaded the pattern the two of you were falling into in which a thoughtless remark led to misunderstandings and bickering.

More often than not, you had no idea why the two of you were fighting in the first place. You often wondered if it was possible to love and hate someone so much at the same time. Tonight was no different.

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reapgod

Stocking looked around for the next classroom. It wasn’t easy to find them, being the new girl and all. She noticed a young male with three white lines in his hair at the end of the hallway. Cautiously, the girl tapped him on the shoulder. “Um, Excuse me? Do you know where Mr. Barrett’s class is?”

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((hello friend~ if it isn’t too much to ask, care to do a ship? StocKid is my main OTP))

lunawolfee said:

Silently slipping from shadow to shadow she approached her target. The only sound was the whispering of the breeze on the rooftops. Her eyes glowed with glee as she stood a few feet away. Cautiously she approached, silently creeping. Her grin widened as she leaned down towards his head. Her voice soft like velvet breathed out next too his ear. Boo!

Spawn looked at her unamused. “Really? Boo?”

Perfect

I woke up to the sound of a frustrated human being throwing something at a wall. Blinking against the early morning sunlight, I sat up and discovered I was alone in our king-sized bed. Oh no.

I jumped out of bed and threw on my robe, trying not to trip over the string as I hurried to Chris’s office. The door was slightly ajar, meaning that I was free to walk in without interrupting something.

"Baby?" I asked cautiously as I pushed the door open.

I saw my husband sitting in his favorite chair, a script placed on his lap and his face hidden in his hands.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"No. I just can’t get it right."

I knew what he was talking about. We’d been through this before. The night before at a special showing on Broadway, Chris had skipped a line. No one noticed it. The only reason I did was because I’d heard him say it for me a thousand times. But he noticed. And he was, once again, sitting in here studying it over and over again to make sure he had it down perfectly. I didn’t want to know how long he’d been punishing himself this morning.

"Sweetheart, when did you come in here?"

He looked up at me with sleepy eyes. I could tell he didn’t want to tell me.

"Right after you fell asleep," he answered sheepishly.

I sighed. “Honey, that was nine hours ago. You know I don’t like it when you do this to yourself.”

I sat down on the floor next to him and took the script out of his reach.

"Give it back, please," he asked.

"No. You need a break," I ordered.

"But I can’t take a break. I messed up and now I have to make sure I won’t do it again. It has to be perfect."

I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"You can’t do this to yourself. You need sleep, sweetheart," I pleaded, brushing his hair from his forehead.

"I’m fine. Just let me be. I have to be perfect."

I cupped his chin in my hand and brought his face upwards.

"You said ‘I’ that time."

He looked away and sniffed. He was breaking my heart.

"Come on. Get up."

"But baby-"

"No buts. I mean it, Christopher Robert. Get. Up."

He reluctantly let me pull him to his feet and remove him from the office.

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An hour later, Starbucks sitting in the cup holders, I was driving us towards Central Park. I knew exactly where he needed to be right now.

Once we had parked the car and walked past the main fountain, I took his hand and led him to an especially secluded little area of grass next to a giant oak tree. I sat down on the ground and took a sip of my latte, patting the grass next to me as an invitation. He parked himself next to me.

"Okay. Now set your drink down and lie back," I ordered, placing mine on a relatively flat area of grass next to me.

He did as I said and looked up.

"Okay. So, it’s the sky. I could have seen the sky from our balcony," he deadpanned.

I smacked his thigh. “Behave. Don’t look at the sky. Look at the tree. Tell me what you see.”

He squinted and stared at the branches for a few minutes.

"I see a tree," he answered finally.

"What about the tree?"

He sighed deeply. “I don’t know, babe. What about the tree?”

I pointed to its trunk.

"You see there? All those knots and patches of missing bark?"

He nodded.

"And those branches at the top that are sick and missing all of their leaves. That one tiny hole that has a mystery flower growing out of it. And there’s the limb that has the names of two lovers carved into it."

"I don’t get it."

I sat up and looked at him.

"I love this tree. This tree has clearly been through some rough patches. And also some happy ones. So tell me. Does this tree look perfect to you?"

He shook his head. “Not really.”

I pulled him up and cupped his face in my hands.

"Wrong answer."

His eyebrows drew together in confusion before understanding lit up across his face.

"I get it," he whispered. "Thank you."

He burrowed his face in my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You’re welcome, baby. Now stop trying so hard to be perfect. You already are."

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