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Advice I Wish I Got When I Was Younger

- You don’t need to grow up so fast, you’re only a kid for 18 years, then you’ll have all the time in the world to be an adult

- Those other kids you’re afraid of talking to because “you’re not cool enough” aren’t judging you. Nobody is judging you except for you.

- School counselors are there to help you, it’s okay to ask them for help and they aren’t as bad as everyone says they are.

- You don’t have to figure out what you want to do immediately, it may take you until after college or even longer to find what you want to do.

- Nothing is permanent unless you make it permanent (friendships, relationships, etc.) it’s your choice

- If you’re struggling to make friends, don’t worry, it took Dan Howell 18 years to find his best friend, and I know you’ll find someone deserving of you eventually

- Don’t be afraid to tell people no, or they’ll continue walking over you

- If you feel ugly, you’re not. Everyone is insecure and has flaws they worry about, and you’re beautiful.

- Some kids just try to find drama wherever they are, and if they suck you into it somehow, just try to act rational and if they still are giving you a hard time, first confront them about it, then seek help. (some people are assholes, and I know it isn’t fair, but there’s nothing you can do about them unfortunately, except stand your ground and be a good person)

- Sleep is important, it’s better for you to stop studying, go to sleep, and study in the morning than to study all night.

- You’re going to graduate in just a few years, then you have the rest of your life ahead of you so, if you’re struggling currently don’t worry, there’s more to life than what you see now.

If you have anything to add on go ahead! Also feel free to message or send in asks if you ever need advice or help, I’ll be here to listen, and if you want, to give you the best advice I can.

Phone Numbers:

  • Adolescent Suicide Hotline
  • Adolescent Crisis Intervention & Counseling Nineline
  • Domestic Violence Hotline
  • Drug & Alcohol Treatment Hotline
  • Eating Disorders Center
  • Family Violence Prevention Center
  • Gay & Lesbian National Hotline
    1-888-THE-GLNH (1-888-843-4564)
  • Gay & Lesbian Trevor HelpLine Suicide Prevention
  • Healing Woman Foundation (Abuse)
  • Post Abortion Trauma
  • Project Inform HIV/AIDS Treatment Hotline
  • Rape, Abuse, Incest, National Network (RAINN)
    1-800-656-HOPE (1-800-656-4673)
  • Runaway Hotline
  • Self-Injury Hotline SAFE
    (Self Abuse Finally Ends)
    1-800-DONT CUT (1-800-366-8288)
  • Sexual Assault Hotline
  • STD Hotline
  • Suicide Prevention Lifeline
  • Suicide & Crisis Hotline
  • Suicide Prevention - The Trevor HelpLine
    (Specializing in gay and lesbian youth suicide prevention).
  • Teen Helpline
  • Victim Center
    1-800-FYI-CALL (1-800-394-2255)
  • Youth Crisis Hotline

Don’t hesitate to call these if you need to.

Till It Happens To You - Fred Weasley Imagine


I’m so glad I can finally request! Can you do an Fred Weasley imagine based on the song ‘Till it happens to you’ by lady gaga? Where the reader has been raped over summer break and when she gets back to Hogwarts she’s like really depressed and thinks she’s worthless. Fred, her best friend, sees that she’s sad. He tries to talk to her but she doesn’t want to talk about it. He gets fed up and says pull yourself together then reader snaps and cries and tells Fred everything. Thank you!

•A/n: This is my first time writing a song based story so, I’m sorry if it kinda sucks!

•Warning: Mentions of rape; Depression!•

•If you’ve been Sexually Assaulted by anyone please call The National Sexual Assault Hotline! 1-800-656-Hope! Talk to someone you feel comfortable with! I’m also here if you need to talk to someone! You’re not worthless, You’re not weak! You are a survivor!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

You told me “It gets better
It gets better in time”
You say I’ll hold myself together
Pull it together
“You’ll be fine”

Pain. Just horrible pain. That’s all I can feel. Sadness, Coming next. The feeling of being touched or raped by someone you don’t want touching you is traumatizing. The feeling of can’t doing anything during it is the worst. The feeling of being vulnerable kills me inside. He just did whatever pleased him while I cried silently while he did it. I screamed for help but, couldn’t keep doing it due to the one gun in his hand. I felt trapped, I felt forced, I felt worthless.

Tell me what the hell do you know
What do you know
Tell me how the hell could you know
How could you know
Till it happens to you, you don’t know how it feels

Once the rapist left, my older sister came into the room to find me crying. I told her everything that happened and she immediately called the police. They asked me a million questions but I couldn’t seem to get any words out. “(Y/n)? Tell them what happened” My sister told me, I opened my mouth “He… He… Had a mask on.” I finally answer blinking back a few tears. The police saw my distress and said they would come back tomorrow and that I should stay with my sister until they find the man who did this. I lay next to my sister in her bedroom and whenever I close my eyes I can see the masked man with the gun pointing straight at my forehead. I can hear his horrible voice in my ear 'Shut up!’ I cry silently making my sister sit up. “Remember what mom and dad always told us? Pull yourself together, you’ll be fine” she said softly, I shake my head and start crying. She hugs me and brings me closer to her chest. I hope I never experience something as painful like this again.

~At Hogwarts~

I walk slowly through the crowded corridor and follow the crowd towards the great hall where the sorting hat ceremony will take place in a few minutes. I sit down at my house table and wait for the ceremony to start. The sorting hat always got me excited when he sang his catchy song but right now, I don’t think anything can enlighten me. As the hat starts to sing, I feel eyes staring upon me. I look to the side to see my best friend, Fred, staring right at me. I look away not wanting to start a conversation, Fred knew how much I loved the sorting hat song but, right now I knew he could see that something was wrong.

How it feels
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
No, it won’t be real
Won’t know how it feels
You tell me “hold you head up”
Hold your head up and be strong

My sister, who’s sitting next to me taps me on the shoulder making me look at her. “You love the sorting hat song! What’s wrong?” She asks quietly “You know what’s wrong” I say my voice cracks, I put my head down trying to make sure no tears were shown to anybody. “Hold your head up and be strong!” She mutters in my ear, I wipe my tears away before clapping with the rest of the students due to the sorting hat finishing his song. After dinner I walk out of the great hall but my sister grabs my wrist and drags me to a nearby empty classroom.

Cause when you fall, you gotta get up
You gotta get up and move on
Tell me, how the hell can you talk
How can you talk?
Cause until you walk where I walk
It’s just no joke!

“What’s your problem?” She asks, I shake my head and began to pace slowly back and forth. How the hell can she talk like that to me? She doesn’t know how it feels! “You need to move on! What happened to you was months ago! You have to let go of the past!” She exclaimed “Do you think I’m joking? You don’t know how it feels to be touched like that! Till it happens to you, you don’t know how I feel!” I screamed. She just stares at me “Leave me alone. I don’t need you telling me what or what not to feel.” I muttered walking out of the classroom and slamming the door behind me.

Till it happens to you, you don’t know
How it feels
How it feels
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
(how could you know?)
No, it won’t be real
(how could you know?)
Won’t know how I feel

~Later That Night~

I heard a loud knock on my door. I look up from my book. Who could it be? Everyone was still at dinner I presumed. I leap off the bed and walk slowly to the door. I crack it open and peer through the gap to see Fred. I open the door widely “Hey” I say softly “Hey back” he smiles “Did you need something?” I ask quickly not feeling in the mood to talk to anybody “Yeah. I need to talk to you” he says making my heart stop beating. I know what he wants to talk about and I don’t want to talk about it. I nod my head slowly before sitting on my bed, folding my hands together and placing them on my lap. “What about?” I whisper, he sits down next to me. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been yourself lately and I’m just worried” he says quietly looking at me. I keep my head down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine” I lie still not looking at him. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “You’re lying to me” he says matter-of-factly “Why?” I still don’t speak. Why should I tell him? It’s my business! But I do feel guilty not telling my best friend what’s wrong…. He’s also my crush but i never showed signs of affection towards him to make it less obvious. I’m scared now to say anything because what if he does the same thing that stranger did. What if he hurt me the same way? I would have to experience that horrible and vulnerable feeling again. I don’t want to feel it again. “Please leave” I whisper “What?” He asks, I yank my chin out of his grasp “I said leave!” I said a bit louder “Why?! I’m just trying to help you!” He yelled “Well I don’t need your help! Don’t you understand?!” I screamed

Till your world burns and crashes
Till you’re at the end, the end of your rope
Till you’re standing in my shoes
I don’t want to hear a thing from you
From you, from you, cause you don’t know

“Pull yourself together! What’s your problem?!” Fred yelled, then everything rushes through my head. My screaming. My silent cries. My unbearable pain. That bastard who raped me, and the sister who doesn’t understand. No one understands unless it happens to them, they’ll never know how I feel. “I-I don’t want to h-hear a single t-thing from you!” I sob burying my head in my hands, I hear the floor boards creak. I look up “Stay where you are! Don’t come any closer!” I scream backing away but, Fred keeps coming closer and closer. I fall to my knees and scream, Fred also falls to his knees and hugs me closer to him as I cry into his chest.

Till it happens to you, you don’t know
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
(How could you know?)
No, it won’t be real
(How could you know?)
Won’t know how it feels

“(Y/n). Please tell me what’s wrong.” Fred whispered in my ear, his voice cracked. “I… I couldn’t do anything. He just did it while I cried. It felt horrible, I was nothing.” I whisper tears falling from my puffy eyes. “Who? What did he do?” Fred asked cupping my face with his hand making me look at him “The guy in the mask. He…. He raped me” I cried as I said that horrible word 'Rape’. Fred looked angry but, his features softened again as he saw me crying again.

Till it happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you
Happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you
(How could you know?)
Till it happens to you
You won’t know how I feel

“It’s okay. I’m here.” He whispers “I’m never going to let anyone do that to you” That’s a lie. Nothing’s going to be okay. I still feel it, the pain, the sadness, the weakness. He might think he understands but he never will. Till it happens to him, he’ll understand how I feel but for right now he doesn’t know how I feel.


anonymous asked:

can you do a 4/4 blurb where you refuse to give him a bj lmao

yoo man

luke aw luke would probably ask and then after you said no he would probably be really embarrassed and get flustered and kinda wanna crawl into a hole and his cheeks would turn so pink and he would stutter out apologies and you would assure him like a billion times that it was fine, but you weren’t really in the mood and he’s so precious aw

idk man you and cliffo would probably be having a lazy day and he would be playing some video game while you sat all cuddled into his side and he would start getting all squirmy and he would groan and say something like “babe can you please help me out” after you saw his obvious boner and you would laugh and say “go take care of your own problem clifford” and he would probably roll his eyes playfully and kiss you on the cheek and say “well in that case, ill be right back” idk dude i feel like all the boys would respect your boundaries

calum aw so lets say calum was horny before a show or something and you just weren’t feeling it and he would kinda pout up at you and you would know what he was asking but you would just shake your head and say “I’m not feeling too good right now, I’m sorry baby” and he would come over and kiss the top of your head and say “you don’t need to apologize babe, focus on feeling better” aw

road trip ash lets go okay so you two would have been driving forever and he would be getting a little restless just cause being stuck in a car for hours on end might not necessarily be his favorite thing and so he would get an idea to make it a little more interesting and he would quickly glance over to you to ask you but you would be passed out in the passengers seat so he would gently grab your hand and let you sleep I’m sorry this was so bad not gonna lie i ran out of ideas 

disclaimers cause they’re important: if a boy/girl ever asks you for oral sex, you are never obligated to do it. your comfort is the number one priority, and if they object and/or forcefully push themselves on you, then do what you need to to get away from the situation and alert authorities. sexual harassment is a very serious matter, and things like non-mutual consent fall under the category of things you are encouraged to report. if you ever feel the need to seek further help, or are a victim of sexual harassment, please don’t hesitate to call 1-800-656-HOPE (4673).

anonymous asked:

neil im feeling suicidal and i think i might actually do it today... i just wanted to say that your one of my biggest inspirations on youtube. You taught me how to be happy. You taught me that things get better. You've helped me in many ways that i cant even list right now im grateful for what you have done for me along with other youtubers. I just cant thank you enough Neil. You taught me many things unlike my mom. i just cant thank you enough goodbye Neil.

I’m 100% serious, please do not leave messages like this anonymously on tumblr.

If you’re feeling suicidal, please reach out for help. 

anonymous asked:

I had a really bad experience before christmas (a guy basically pressured me into having sex with him while i was so drunk i could barely speak, even though i had said no multiple times) and now it's like my sex drive is just... gone. This is a little worrying to me bc I've always had a high libido. Has this guy ruined sex for me? Will I never want to have sex ever again?

What you just described is rape. Go right now and tell someone you trust that this happened to you. It is never OK to pressure someone into sex and it is illegal to do so when you do not have consent. Go right now and tell a counselor, a parent, a teacher. If you need any further help, call 1-800-656-HOPE. This is a confidential hotline where counselors are available to you. Or go to www.rainn.org to find more information. I would love to help you but I am certainly not qualified in this situation. If you have been through a trauma, such as sexual assault, it is important to take the steps to recover and I hope that you do seek out that help. You aren’t broken. That disgusting excuse for a human who forced himself on you is broken.

Lady Gaga's Surprise New Song Is a Powerful PSA About Rape [TW: Rape, Sexual Assault, Graphic Content]
“Til It Happens to You" somberly addresses campus sexual assault.
By Spencer Kornhaber

“Til It Happens to You” is a rock ballad about the aftermath of trauma, with Gaga embodying someone who’s told “it gets better … you’ll be fine” and replies fiercely—“How the hell could you know?” Written with Diane Warren (who had a successful string of similarly epic slow-dances in the ‘80s and ‘90s, including Toni Braxton’s “Un-Break My Heart” and Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing”), the song expresses that some things have to be experienced to be understood. It also expresses that Gaga’s a really great singer. Even with such somber subject matter, her booming delivery and dramatic phrasing will probably remind people of the time when “Bad Romance” ruled the radio.

The video takes lyrics that could be applied to all kinds of life challenges and associates them with a very specific one: campus sexual assault. Directed by Catherine Hardwicke (Twilight,Thirteen), it is literal and stark, showing a handful of women being raped, grieving, and then finding solace in friendship. It’s shot in black and white; and the women express their emotions by writing on themselves in marker. At the end, text states that “One in five women will be sexually assaulted this year unless something changes” and directs those in need to call 1-800-656-HOPE. At the beginning, there’s a trigger warning.

Though not available online till now, the song was made for The Hunting Ground, a documentary about campus sexual violence that was released last February (proceeds from sales will go to assault survivors). Gaga herself has a connection to the cause, having spoken about being raped by a record producer when she was 19. And her previous music has had a political bent, advocating for LGBT acceptance and against bullying. Still, it’s surprising to see her release what amounts to a PSA—though a catchy, well-produced, and moving one—so long after the movie it’s attached to has come out, when the only thing she’s been in headlines for lately has been American Horror Story.