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Deceiving and lying Starks

We all know the Starks are way tooo honourable to lie and deceive, don’t we? With so many people trying to disregard ‘Political Jon theory’, I tried to look at it from another angle. Since the evicence to the contrary that Jon lies and deceives, if it is necessary for a greater good, I thought I’d look deeper into the Stark family and at the times, they lie…. I can ensure you, they lie quite a lot. Read at your own peril, further evidence for Political Jon under the cut.

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But can we take a moment to appreciate that Frank went to group at the end of The Punisher?

I mean, that is HUGE. He spent the whole series literally not giving a fuck about himself. When Karen says she cares what happens to him, it’s really important that she adds “and that makes one of us” because it is so true. He does not give a fuck whether he lives or dies. He kept saying “Dying’s easy”. 

But at the end he’s sitting in a fucking therapy group admitting that he is actually scared. Now okay, he’s terribly damaged, possibly beyond the point of ever truly being okay again but my god, he’s there and he’s being honest and he’s trying. He is actually on some level invested in his own life. He wants to be better than what he is and that fucking kills me. 

anonymous asked:

It was heartbreaking to see Ash trying to hold back tears and control the unruly media folks! Now I understand why she has to hold her daughter's hand almost all the time. They live in such a chaotic atmosphere. New found respect!

Yeah, I actually teared up watching that. I have a parent with a serious illness and I imagine the first birthday you spend without them is pretty terrible already, and then you try to do something good and the media acts like assholes and you can tell she feels bad because she dragged those kids into their circus. I know they have a job to do but damn, you don’t need to bowl over/practically blind children to get a photo you’re gonna get anyway.

Also, as someone who has been a professional nanny and who has been taking care of nieces and nephews since my teens, the criticism over holding/carrying her daughter is legitimately one of the most ridiculous, bizarre criticisms I’ve ever seen a celeb get. Like yes, by all means, let your tiny child run into a mob of photographers! I can only assume people who say that stuff have never been around human children lol (it’s actually really not funny because it’s like okay what ELSE can we criticize mothers for? but you kind of have to laugh at the absurdity of it)

Here’s the thing: there’s a difference between being “anti-recovery” and being “in the middle of a depressive episode”, and I feel like tumblr really needs to understand that difference. 

Being anti-recovery means that even when you’re good and not manic or in a depressive episode or having terrible thoughts, you still refuse to acknowledge that you’re okay at the moment. You purposely drag yourself back into darkness and force yourself to feel like shit for who knows what reason, and despite everything being alright for you and people telling you how proud they are that things are good for you at the moment, you pull a Scrooge and go, “Everything fucking sucks. I’m going to kill myself. I hate life.” But it’s not your illness making you say that, you’re just saying it because you want to, because for who knows what reason you feel like that’s the only way you’re allowed to be, even though things are relatively okay for you at the moment. 

Being in the middle of a depressive episode means that your illness is preventing you from seeing that things can be good for you, because at the moment things are horrible. Your illness traps you in darkness, takes away all your will to do anything to help yourself, and then tells you repeatedly that you’re nothing but a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve happiness ever. It’s a lie, you know it’s a lie, but you do not have the will to contest it and prove your illness wrong. Good things are right outside the door of the room your illness has locked you in – you can see the light from it through the crack at the bottom of the door – but to get to it you have to first get up, then take however  many steps it takes to reach the door, then you have to lift your arm to turn the doorknob, and then you have to open the door, and finally you have to walk out of the room; the problem is that you have exactly zero energy to do any of that because your illness robbed you of that. You aren’t being negative because you want to be negative, you’re being negative because your illness is making life hell and you’re mad about it. 

If someone is in the middle of a depressive episode and they’re posting negatively about how horrible their circumstances are at the moment that doesn’t mean they’re anti-recovery. It means things are horrible for them right now and they’re needing to say something about it because that’s something they can control at the moment. 

I think I just officially had the worst nightmare of my life. Though I don’t want to encourage my brain to try and top that. Please brain… just, no. You outdid yourself there. I mean, wow, and fuck. But I am proud that I realised it wasn’t reality quite quickly after waking up.

If anyone has nightmares/terrors, I am very open to talking if you have any advice on how to lessen them, cope with them, or simply want to talk about them. Scientifically, I’m actually really interested also in why they keep happening so much. It both terrifies and fascinates. I know it’s definitely an anxiety thing, but why do I keep dreaming, more or less, the same thing?

Where’s Freud? I need someone to give me terrible dream interpretation and tell me it’s repressed thoughts about that time I wasn’t invited to a birthday party when I was six or something.

i havent talked to any of my “friends” in weeks and my “best friend” has been ignoring me since then and our mutual friend that we’re also both really close to just texted me that she is ignoring them and they cant handle this anymore and they need to relapse and they sent that on facebook messenger which i have to use to text since i dont have my phone so i wouldnt see any thing from my phone since my dad lost my phone and i havent been on my laptop all day until just now and i checked facebook to see if they’d messaged me and that message was there and im panicking so fucking much i cant fuckin breathe im uch a terrible friend why am i like this everyone i know is so fucking miserable i hate everything i want to fucking di oml

anonymous asked:

Growing up, I knew plenty of LGBTQIAetc people, but they were all my parents' friends and/or my friends' parents, so I had this weird conviction that being queer meant being (from my young and ignorant perspective) old, boring, and unattractive (I know, that's terrible, it still embarrasses me). It wasn't until I made queer friends in middle school that I realized I needed to rethink a bunch of things, and that girls were giving me goofy feelings because I wanted to kiss them.

IN MIDDLE SCHOOL?! damn I’m jealous

shaladin safe space

please reblog this if you’re pro-shaladin, or at least are not anti-shaladin. i need to know that there are more of us out there, shipping and multishipping and seeing shiro happy with his paladins. also i want more shaladin-positive blogs to follow.

this blog is a shaladin safe space.

one of the reasons mental illness sucks so fucking much is because people around you can literally tell you again and again that they love you, that they think you’re cool and funny, that they support you in every way, that you’re talented or intelligent, and no matter how many times they say it you’ll always cringe and shake your head and say “no, no i’m not, really” but the SECOND someone says one bad thing about you, even just once. You believe it completely. 

concept: keith finding and adopting a black kitten with a white tuft of fur on its forehead while shiro’s away and naming it after him 

when shiro gets back he’s ridiculously endeared by this but he’s also like “keith. if you wanted to name a kitten after me you could’ve named him tacatshi.” and keith just 

stares into the camera 

im not here to make friends, which is good because historically my friends are all idiots

holmes interacts with irene for a grand total of… maybe an hour? he helps her marry her husband, and he rests in her sitting room for a few minutes

that’s it. that’s the entirety of their “relationship”

and yet somehow, here we are, with 126 years’ worth of he loves her he loves her he loves her!

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THE SUPERNATURAL GIF CHALLENGE  |  inacatastrophicmind vs. carelessdean
Round 30 | Season 12 + Most Impacting Death | Castiel’s death

me: i really hope monsta x gets their first win tomorrow, but i know it’ll be okay if they don’t and i believe they’ll get it one day soon for sure :)

also me: i know this is only the first music program for the comeback, but if monsta x doesn’t get their first win i’d kill everyone in the world and then myself

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timmy’s secret wish is the worst episode of fairly oddparents i have ever seen :’D - forget about chloe or sparky or season 10 - this is the one where it turns out that timmy is actually 60 years old and cheated his way into never having to let go of his fairies - which results in cosmo and wanda losing Poof.

Naturally, all of this ends with Timmy getting his fairies, Poof and his youth back, without any permanent consequences or punishment whatsoever.

i cannot believe this ;____;

A little late but, for the Erasermight week Day 1- Childhood/First Impressions - I hate you, I love you, I hate that I want you.

I wanted to tackle the first time the teachers must have seen All Might’s true form, which also included Aizawa of course (it counts as a kind of first impression…right?). I think none of them knew so I guess it must have been quite the surprise.

past writer me: oh i ..*whispers* write ..erp… just… dont tell anyone please. but yes i do write it in rp…… *embarrassed* pleasedontshameme.

present writer me: time for my character to slide THAT THICC ASS DICKMONSTER hellyea.

i horde good things, but i never end up deserving them. i save things for better days, spend good times thinking about how i’ll eventually be looking back on the moment, hold onto people i should let go of long after they’ve started to burn me. i have treasure troves of unused gifts, art kits, beautiful things. on the terrible days i tell myself it could always be worse. on the great days i say i need to wait for it. i feel guilty when i indulge myself. can’t bring myself to move on. let nostalgia paint roses on bruises. the truth is i never know when the bad will come back. i’m always in a state of bracing for impact.