ame i made you the thing

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Man, my first digital art ! Hah ! First requests are actually done, and i am enjoying the hell out of this ! Not a thing i would ever think to have !

Anyways. The request made by @lynns-art-blog , @kiacii and @xxmileikaivanaxx i am just uploading it right now, from the whole excitment ! :D Hope you like it guys.

First ACTUAL steps on my way to digital drawings…i cant wait for more in the future. Thank you all so much for requesting something from me :)

anonymous asked:

do you still believe in Samcait right?

Let’s just say I still have loads and loads of questions.  The things that made me ship did not go away.  It is all still there.  So, rather than reacting, I am waiting.  

I will say that I jumped aboard voluntarily.  No one forced me or manipulated me.  No one used me.  I totally understand that some people will feel that way.  And that feeling can and often do change.  Let’s let everyone process in their own way and in their own time.  

Just try to be respectful.  

The Dawn Will Come (1/?)

Fandom: Sleeping Beauty / Dragon Age AU/Crossover thing!
Pairing: Eventual Maleficent/Aurora, currently hints at Solavellan and Cassandra/Lavellan
Rating: T; contains some graphic violence, and descriptions of child abuse/neglect pretty much right off the bat.
Summary: When Aurora’s family discovered that their only heir to the throne of Ferelden was a mage, they hid her away. But when the castle is torn asunder by a rift in the Veil, Aurora’s only chance at survival is to escape into the mysterious outside world. With mages and templars engaged in all-out war and an Inquisition force on the rise to investigate the magical rifts tearing apart the sky, Aurora’s struggle to learn about the magic that has shaped her existence leads her on a quest beyond her wildest imagination.
Note: I’m completely rewriting this because I decided I hated the tone it was taking.  So far I’m much happier with it!


“Ah, poor bird,
Why art thou
Lying in the shadows of
This dark hour?”

Sometimes Aurora imagined she could hear sound outside the walls of her room.  Commotion from the courtyard, clattering of dishes from the kitchen, footsteps in the hallway—this one was the worst, for she rushed to her door in the hopes that someone was coming to visit her, then rushed back to her bed to pretend that she hadn’t been waiting like a kicked pup, then gave in and rushed back to the door and pressed her ear against it, desperately, only to find after minutes or perhaps hours that no one was coming.

Her cage was a gilded one.  She had a large, sprawling bed upon which to languish, an elegant divan upon which to read the few books she was permitted, an intricate shrine to Andraste at which to kneel and pray that the Maker might come and take her horrible Curse away.

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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2325 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.


You tapped your feet nervously on the floor, grasping the fine tissue of your dress and looking from side to side. Normally you would not feel like this whenever you had to be alone, which, by the way, you were because your so called best friend decided she needed to dance with a random guy; however, there was something about this place that made you unsure, although you could not quite place it just yet.

The martini glass you ordered was lying lazily on the table, but, long ago, you realised that alcohol was not what you were craving. Matter fact, you did not even wanted that, it was only to keep the appearances. One thing did manage to capture your attention, though. A tall dark guy who gave you the eye all night long. Heck, he smelt delicious.

It’s settled then, you thought, licking your lips and smiling at him. A shy wave followed your previous actions. That was clearly an invitation for him to come closer and he took your lure, walking towards you rather fast.

“Good evening, Mrs…?”

“Salvatore, Y/N Salvatore.”

“Lovely name.” The guy whispered, taking your hand and kissing its back, while glancing at you with lustful eyes. “I’m Thomas.”

Leaning in, you stared deep into his eyes, it was time to make sure poor Tom would not let out peep. The compulsion was easy, since your diet consisted in human blood. That was so because, unlike your baby brother, you had an amazing control and only killed if it was strictly necessary.

“Uh, Thomas, what do you say we go outside to catch some fresh air? I’m feeling a bit claustrophobic here.”

“Of course.” He answered, offering you his arm and you accepted gladly. “I am sorry if I’m crossing some lines, but I just have to say you look beautiful tonight.”

“Oh, thanks, Tommy.”

You could not blame him for being completely numb under the effect of your presence. Although human’s inner self preservation instinct should repel the vampire allure, it did the exactly opposite, pushing them straight to their deaths.

The streets were a bit cold and the dark haired boy gave you his coat. A minor smile showed up and he bit his lower lip, his heart pounding fast against his chest.

“What brings you to New Orleans?” Thomas suddenly asked and you looked away, uncomfortable. “I’m sorry if I was rude… It’s just, you seem like you’re new around here and…”

Two of your delicates fingers were placed softly against his lips, shutting him off. Afterwards, you chuckled, finding it extremely funny how confused he looked.

“We don’t have to talk about this.” It was barely a whisper, your hands slowly descending to his neck, making it all so sensual. “Do we?”

“No.” His lips were quivering in anticipation. “C-Can I… Urgh…”

Observing him meticulously, you raised a brown and clamped your lower lip between your teeth. They all seemed so alike, always stuttering and looking naive… It was what made the hunt so interesting: seeing how far they would resist to the trap’s temptation.

“Oh, Thomas…” The boy suddenly was caged against the brick wall. “I know you want to kiss me.”

“I do.”

You pursed your lips, slipping a nail on the tender skin of his neck. It was noticeable how fast his heart was beating and the adrenaline scent was driving you crazy. Too good for you to wait any longer to taste it.

The man did not scream when you jumped on his body, caving to your desire and ripping his flesh. A loud moan escaped whilst you tasted the sweet liquid leaking from his carotid, entirely fulfilling your needs.

“I don’t know what looks more delicious, love, you or the drinking you’re having.” A male strong voice said, snapping you out of your frenzy. “I guess I’d have to savour you first to know for sure.”

Even though Thomas’ hands were still gripping the back of your thighs, keeping you two close together, it was not quite this proximity that made your body, especially in the middle of your legs, warm up. You swallowed a groan and got back to your own feet, finally staring at the handsome blond who was talking to you.

“May I know who are you?”

“I’m slightly touched that you don’t know it yet.” He took your hand taking it to his silk pink lips. “I’m Klaus Mikaelson.”

You frowned, stumped, upon hearing that name and the man chuckled, his eyes still burning your bare skin. The oldest vampire in existence was flirting with you and the only sane thought in your mind was that you would never doubt Lexi’s word again. He was definitely astonishing.

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Are you related to Stefan Salvatore?” Mikaelson asked, intrigued.

"Do you know my brother?”

“Ah, siblings… I do know him. Quite friend of mine.” His thick British accent made your panties grew wetter and you had to chew your lips to avoid an unwanted moan. “Oh, love, but I don’t wish to speak about him.”

“Then what do you with me?”

“Well, your scent draw me here.” Klaus was incredibly close, his hands carelessly touching the drapes on your dress. “So fucking good I had to check its owner out.”

He kissed your jawline, slowly descending to your neck, his nose touched you and made you shudder out of pleasure. You let your head fall back, noticing the guy you had been feeding on was gone, but, when Mikaelson’s warm tongue was pressed against your skin, he was soon forgotten.

“This is crazy.” You muttered, panting lightly. “I don’t even know you.”

“Does it matters?”

He retorted, buckling his bulge against your throbbing core and stealing a mewl from you.

“No. It doesn’t.” You stated quickly, clutching his hair, as Klaus examined your minimum movements.

“Then what you say we get out here?”

The whole scene was so hot that it swallowed you, not allowing you to notice when another person joined in the quiet hidden place you two were, totally interrupting and breaking the moment.

“Rebekah sent me to find you… Y/N?” It was Stefan’s voice that made you regain your consciousness. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m the one who should be asking the questions.”

“I told you and Damon to leave me alone.” Your brother rolled his eyes, crossing arms. “I’m fine.”

“Stefan, you don’t fool me.” Despite the anger you feel towards his emotionless actions, your voice came out tender. “I watched you grew up and I understand why…”

“Get this into your head: I don’t care.” His voice tone showed his annoyance.

“Come with me, please. Otherwise I’ll have to…”

“Just leave me alone, Y/N.” He shrugged, huffing, and stared at the blond behind you. "Rebekah wanted me to find you, now that I did, excuse me, I sort of have a girl awaiting for me.”

"Stefan!”

Yet, before you were able to follow him and give him a piece of your mind, Klaus snatched your wrist, forbidding you to do so, which made you even more mad. For a split second you wondered if Klaus’ true intentions were to spoil the first time you saw your brother after almost a year and crush your expectations on ever turning on his humanity switch. Anger bubbled across your form and you roughly freed yourself from his grasp.  

“That’s why you came here?” You yelled. “To mess up my plans?”

“Be careful with your tone, sweetheart.” Klaus snarled. “Don’t forget who I am.”

“Answer me!” Your eyes were narrowed, while your hands were splayed on his chest. “Come on!”

“No.” He shouted. “I didn’t know you were his sister until you told me. And I’m honestly not interested in more family drama.”

Right that second you desperately wanted to find somebody else to blame for your constant failure at keep your family balanced. Once you admitted defeat, tears began to pour and you just fall on the ground, not bothering about tearing your dress or if you were not alone. It was something you could not hold inside any more.

The Mikaelson sighed, kneeling in front of you and raising your chin, exposing you to a deep blue eyed stare, it was like facing a wide ocean. Your breathing was still uneven and it only grew worse when he, carefully, stroke your cheeks, wiping the stupid teardrops which kept streaming down your face like someone had turned the faucet in your eyes on.

“I am sorry I look so pathetic…” It was sincere apology, Klaus was an unknown person who did not need to be in the middle of this. “You can leave me here if you want, I’ll be fine.”

"Okay, I don’t normally do this, but you clearly need it.”

“What?”

He wrapped your waist with his arms and helped you stand up, a little exhausted. Almost as if someone injected vervain directly on your veins.

“I’m going to take you on date.” A gorgeous smile curved his lips, enlightening his entire face. “I almost made you my own, it’s only fair. And it’ll help to forget all that drama.”

"One night with the mighty Mikaelson?” You looked up, scratching your neck and pretended you were thinking about it. “What the heck, I don’t have anything to lose, anyway.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure you will come back for more.”

“Drop the smug act.”

“Quit being a cry baby.”

As both of you laughed, walking away from that dark spot, you though you had never met someone as intense as Klaus Mikaelson. It was definitely going to be an unforgettable night and, fuck, Lexi should set her ears ready to rear every single detail, because you were sure it was going to wild. Also, if you were a little bit lucky, it would be quite naughty as well.  

whosoever finds this letter, i beg you to forward this to my kingdom of mewni, and to my first born and only daughter wilhelmina moon butterfly. the dead pleads for your kindness, dear sender. please have mercy.

to my darling child, i fear that general philipp and i will not make the journey back home and i ask that you send message of his passing to our friends in the forest. tell the monsters of how brave their leader fought for their cause until his last breath, and tell them that the king asks for their forgiveness for not being able to protect his friend.

as for my promise to you, i am sorry my child. i can only hope that the rose you asked for has made it safely to you and if it hasn’t, perhaps one day you will be able to the travel to the meadows of seraphim and see its beauty for yourself. i know that things will become much more difficult without my guidance. your mother is greatly ill with delusions of grandeur, and i ask you take care of her and keep her grounded. and i know i ask for too much. i am sorry for the burden that i leave on your shoulders my darling moon, but have courage and kindness. there is far too much evil in the world. please forgive me.

your father,
william εïз ( ♫♪ )

wagrobanite  asked:

OK my have you seen The Zoo on animal planet? The first episode aired last night and I am very impressed. Only one little thing that made me cringe but very very well done!

I have not! I don’t have cable access at my house. I’m looking forward to watching it, though, and the reception of the entire zoo community on social media has been really heavily favorable. From what I’ve heard - and what AZA published about it - it sounds like it really does do a good job of showcasing the good parts of the field most public folk never get to see.

I just want to say, I’m really sorry for my behavior. I’m sorry for begging and for all my negativity. Even if you don’t believe me, I truly am sorry.

I can’t describe why I do the things I do, why I am the way I am. I wasn’t like this before. I somewhat know when things started taking a nosedive but that gives me no excuse for my behavior. My trauma and abuse are no excuse for me being an asshole. I’ve been trying everything in my power to bring happiness back into my life, but what I have done has only made things worse, not only for myself but for everyone around me, for all of you.

I can understand if none of you can forgive me.

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@draw1ngbangtan

Please do not steal or repost without permission. Nor remove watermark.

genre: angst , fluff

group: BTS (JungkookxFemaleReader)

This is the first chapter of my short fanmade webtoon.
I still haven’t made a constant schedule to post but if I am content with how things are working,
I am thinking of making an other for an other boy group(after finishing or near the end).

So please enjoy this and I did work very hard so I would love to know all of your’s opinion and especially critism.

Thank you so much~

anonymous asked:

hey you're a really great Advice Dispensor™ so I am asking: should I release upon the internet a new, probably already done, pokemon sun-moon AU?

I hope this answer doesn’t forever mark me as a bad Advice Dispensor™, but I guess I don’t see what exactly the problem is or why you need advice.  There’s literally no downside to putting a thing you made on the internet.  Especially if it’s fan-work, because 1. the possibility of people not liking it doesn’t sting as much as the possibility of people not liking your original work, and 2. the possibility of people not liking it is practically non-existent ‘cause fan-work already has a built-in fan BASE, and OH, YEAH, IT’S FUCKING POKEMON, WHICH EVERYONE  F U C K I N G   L   O   V   E   S , so like…. you literally can’t go wrong????

I GUESS the short answer is YES, but since the question frames me as an Advice Dispensor™, the advice I’m imparting on you is: who the fuck cares what anyone thinks, if you wanna’ post something online, just do it.

anonymous asked:

why'd u through the god damn printer

Alright, sit down and let me tell you a fucking story.

I was a happy kid growing up, if you can believe it. I had dreams and things made me happy. I wasn’t ‘batshit crazy’ as people think I am now. I entered the second grade still enjoying school and thinking that I could do well and grow up and be a doctor or an engineer or whatever it was that my parents wanted me to be that year.

Then I met Ms. Goddamn. Graysier.

Ms. G was a menace to me. it was like on the first day of school, she saw me, and decided “Yes, this is the child whose life I am going to make it my sole mission to ruin.” She spent every day picking on me. My hair was too long for a boy my age, my handwriting was too sloppy despite being seven, I was always too loud, as though that was something I, a tiny child, could control.

I did everything I could to make her happy. I would spend so much time trying to keep my handwriting neat. I would whisper in class if I had to talk, or not talk at all. I even asked my mom if I could cut my hair even though I wanted to grow it long like a goddamn princess. I did everything I could to make Ms. G happy but she still always found some way that I was doing something wrong.

So that day I wanted to be line leader. I wanted to show her that I was a good kid, that I could lead the class down the hallway. I could do it! But do you know what she said to me? She said “line leader is only for good children.”

So yeah. I lost it. Yeah, I overreacted, sure. But I wasn’t trying to kill her. I just picked up the nearest thing and threw it because that’s what I did at home and my parents didn’t give a damn. It just happened to be the printer and the direction I chucked it just happened to be in Ms. G’s direction. But it wasn’t intentional like the hag would claim later, all hysterical and tears like I was the one with a personal vendetta against her and not the other way around.

There you go. That’s why I threw the printer. And that’s also why my life has gone straight down the crapper. From that day forward I was the scary kid, the crazy kid, the kid who was trying to be a murderer at the age of seven. And let me tell you, I was never allowed to be line leader after that.

Happy birthday, Nika! As we say in Czechia ‘Všechno nejlepší, hodně štěstí, zdraví, úspěchů a přátel..’ (literally: All the best, lots of luck, health, success and friends) You have inspred me so much. I started drawing mandalas (well more like this whole dawing thing) because I always admired your drawings and wanted to start doing my own…

And here I am.. Sending a mandala to you.. It’s nothing super, but know it was made with love…

Have a nice day.. :)

oh my gosh ;U; IT’S BEAUTIFUL!! you even included the colors of my country’s flag (white, blue, red) and a triskelion!!! ;7; it’s perfect!! <3

i hope that your inspiration doesn’t go away and that you keep creating and trying new things!!! :DD

THANK YOU SO MUCH <3!!!

writingwithkatie  asked:

Hi, hello, this is going to sound really weird, but I'm the girl who started this place (i played the carlson young, i don't remember if i went by Katie or my alias Elissa). I had stuff going on irl and that drama that was starting up made me panic and abandon ship, and all I can do is apologise, it's honestly no excuse. I've not even been near the rp tag since, or tumblr for that matter... [continued]

(Second part) …. BUT OH MY GOD! I AM SO PROUD THAT YOU GUYS HAVE KEPT THIS THING UP AND RUNNING! IT’S SO AMAZING!!! You’re amazing people, honestly. This is so cool. And if I ever feel like I’m back in a place where I can feel like I can rp again I’ll definitely be joining. Sending lots of love, this made my day.

Hey there, love! Seeing this message from you made our day! I know we have chatted with you on the side by the time this is posted, but I just wanted to show all new members and remind all old members of the original creator of this RP! Katie here was who pulled all of us on board when we applied for this RP way back when! To hear you say that you are proud of us makes us melt! When you pulled us up as admins, we wanted to make sure you saw that we took helping you out seriously and we loved this place like our own. We totally understand that life happens and we are just so happy to hear from you again after so much time!

Katie here is really to thank for our home. We are honored to have kept this place alive when you were in a rough spot and totally understand.. We hope you are happy with the way we have moved forward with this RP, the changes we have made, and we hope you enjoy it’s progression and development. We see that you have applied to join us again and we are beyond thrilled to catch up!

xx The Admins

This morning

This morning was horrible  ( That being an understatement) 

FZ showed up to my house , knocked on the door my curtains were shut as i was still asleep and couldn’t see him , I opened the door braless with my little mermaid shirt on and some gym shorts ( I thought it was the mailman ) the moment i saw FZ i started to full body shake. 

He was like I just want  to talk this out etc , told me things i was doing wrong , asked me if i am scared of him (um yes i am but how do you tell someone you are scared of that you are) he made a joke about my leg wobbling and that its a good workout. Other stuff was said. He went back to going on about the church and leadership. Then it went to I am choosing to have an anxiety attack i have to tell him what is on my mind , i have to let him know , why will i trust a therapist and not him he has talked to lots of people he knows things. 

At one stage i asked him at what point would you have stopped when i said no time and time again , he said that i would have had to have told him no, that i would have had to have actually told him to leave my house ( I guess the times i moved hands away , put clothes on , told him no , hopped off him and he put me back on him , the times i curled up in a ball and he would physically lift me up that wasnt enough) The trouble is after this happened and i did all of this i would dissociate and watch it, i tried i didnt know what else to do and i didnt know the things that were happened where even things. I thought i did the right thing i told him i had no experience , i told him i have a history and i dont like my body being sexualised , i told him what i thought i was meant to , to keep me safe. When after so long of trying to stop it and not knowing what to do , i dissociate and watch it happen where i was trapped with my thoughts , it felt honestly like the safer option because nothing i was doing made him stop. He’s know emailing me telling me i wanted it , that i engaged , that i got aroused that i am responsible , i dont know what to believe. I remember the time after the thing happened laying there and feeling scared and like i had never felt like i had been so intruded on in my life. I dont remember it happening , i remember seeing it but not feeling it , i remember my thoughts  but i couldnt stop it. I remember after. I feel like a liar though. ( He has acknowledged that i did ask him to stop but it wasnt enough as it wasnt stern enough ) 

He then prayed. He then told me it was all in my head, he then started going about how i needed to give it all to God be a better christian , etc something in me snapped , at this point i was still in the corner of the wall and in a little ball , and he was .5 meter away with his arms crossed looking down on me and i snapped. I stood up and asked him as he is telling me this and i say and at what point were you listening to God when you did that stuff ( yea not proud of that) he then moved closer , he was like you are repsonbile you wanted it , you were okay with the kissing , then he goes and now you are saying you dissociate and did the air quotes. Then at that point i let it rip, I yelled get the hell out of my property , to leave my house ,to leave me alone , i yelled i do not care if you tell everyone i am crazy go for it , you touched me and i asked you not to , he’s coming closer and closer and I’m getting stuck in the corner , i yelled get the hell of my property or i am calling the cops , he still didnt leave and so i ran off , i ran fast leaving him on the deck , leaving him standing there and i got out of the corner i was getting trapped in. 

The lady upstairs (And likely the whole street heard me yelling everything) when i saw his car leave i went back to my house and sunk on the deck , she came over to see if i am okay , she said she heard me yelling and that she was coming down and then saw me run off very fast and thought she couldnt catch me , but when he left he apologised and she stared at him and told him he should leave. I was crying when she talked to me , she told me a trespassing order may be a good idea, that if he comes back i can call her. 

I have since gotten a number of message which oscillate between him blaming me telling me i am responsible i wanted it , to him apologising , to him bringing my mum in it , to him saying what are you doing to yourself X this isn’t a healthy way to handle it , why am i incapable of talking things out , his mum woke up last night night feeling concerned for him and spent the night praying, that i am warping the facts. I have told him twice to not contact me it is futile to discuss it with him. 

I feel as if i have made it all up , i feel as if i am crazy , i feel as if i its all my fault , i am trapped in a nightmare and it wont ever stop. 

anonymous asked:

To the Max, you seem like you have the most remarkable heart, never lose that, what we dish out into the world returns to us in lump sum & I hope you receive nothing but love & positivity! We meet people for different reasons & different seasons & I'm really glad I came across u as a person. I think that's more or less what life is all about- human connection & discovering more of ourselves in everyone person that we meet. Don't ever limit yourself, it's soo obvious u were made for great things

messages like this encourage me to be the person i am. not sure if one of my friends or fans wrote this but much love.. 

cloakarts  asked:

Just so you know, this whole controversy about Pewdiepie is stupid. There's so much misunderstanding, people don't even bother to look up what started what. He made a video himself explaining the whole situation, he even apologized for pushing boudaries too far. If you're still thinking he's indulging in his own jokes, you should look at the video titled "My Response" he made. I wonder how far people are willing to deform his image. Also I'm pbbly getting blocked for this, sorry if I'm annoying

I only block if youre a porn blog, anti LGBT or racist. Tho I am aware he did, I’m very disappointed with him and actually has said some more disappointing things in the past.
Honestly an apology isn’t gonna help, he needs to CHANGE and learn. Which is good to do! But I doubt he will. But he better take away from this and realize those jokes are hurtful and either he meant to or not, when you say or draw things that are anti-Semitic or anything disgusting YOURE INFLUENCING SOMEONE. Regardless I’m not watching his videos.

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Nickname(s): Chrissie, Pumpkin, Raven, Bird Mom

Star sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5′ 6″

Time rn: 11:54am

Last thing I googled: Birds of Paradise

Favorite Music Artists: The Fold, Chainsmokers, Jamie Culllum, Foster the People, Walk the Moon

 Song stuck in my head: “Mixtape” (Jamie Cullum)

Last Movie I watched: Zootopia

Last show I watched: Ninjago

What I am wearing rn: Black Tank Top and Leggings

When I made this blog: Early 2016( May Maybe?)

Kind of stuff I post: Ninjago, Birds, Shitposts

Do I get regular asks: Nope

Why did I choose my url: Because Toucans

Gender: Female

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Number of followers: 129

Pokemon Team: No phone, no interest

Favorite Color: Black(i’m not emo)

Favorite Characters: Zane(Ninjago), Morro(Ninjago), Echo Zane(Ninjago), Diaval (Maleficent), Skylar(The Familiars) Mary(Ib)

I tag: @rainbow-kandi-korn22 @silverflame15  @leftymasterrace @answer-carrotcupjuster @an-actual-elementale @i-really-do-have-butterflies @infjwriter@shiryokuninjachan @eyeofthewolfe @buttermeuplikeabreadroll @zane-julian @arcturusvirus @puppeteer2501 @tamajitzu-eggy @taconightfury @velociraptortilla @musafox @ninjamelissajulien @glitterytammy @c-oloris @ninjagotalks @tia-the-silver-ninja @sketchedgazin @elementaldragonninja @lucy-brick @onlyninjago @ninjago-cj @blutunesninja

alias: cally
pronouns:
she/her
timezone:
mst
favorite plots:
 betrayl! lies! pain! angst! overdramatic arguements! anything along those lines or fluff i am an all or nothing kinda girl.
things you’d like to see on c&b: gimme all the creepy plots and situations like they just came right off the american horror story cutting room floor.
three personal quirks: writing eloquently but not being able to talk in coherent sentances, crying every five minutes, p r o c r a s t i n a t i o      n. 
current favorite song: cold by maroon 5 don’t judge me.
a gif that represents you:

My friends made this day so perfect for me when i didnt even expect to get out of my home and then i come home to this shitstorm
i AM nOT A 12 YEAR OLD YOU IDIOTS
Im FUCKING 18 NOW and know that bullying people online is a fucking cowardly thing to do which is preicidely what you are doing