and need to remember

anonymous asked:

Okay, but, the aristocats is one of my all time favorite movies and I know the whole thing by heart I'm crying,, lil Keith(berlioz) being soaked and all terrified of a frog and hiding underneath mama Allura(duchess) and Pidge(Marie) just making fun of hi m

this au is mostly just chubby kittens complaining hghkdjhgsgds

anonymous asked:

did i read that right? did taemin really ask jinki to no wear pants on stage? tf!! this child need to control his thirst it's getting more wild than usual

i know this is probably from forever ago but asjkfahflka this is taemin we’re talking about so it’s always accurate when it comes to jinki. we know how much that boy loves his thighs so he probably just wanted to have easy access lmao

settle-down-frohike  asked:

35) things you said that made me feel real Turn-about is fair play homeskillet! 😘

Thank you so much for the prompt! No fluff this time :D

Deep in the night, they find her. They always find her.

She cowers when they tear and gnaw at her; her skin falling off, her resolve diminishing into darkness. A darkness where she can’t even hide. All she can do, all she needs to do is fight. So she struggles, she screams and thrashes around.

Until she finally wakes up.

Panting heavily, her heart racing, pounding, racing, trying to escape her chest. Trying to escape this reality. What is real, she thinks, counting to ten (like she’s learned since she’s been… back) and feeling her breathing return to normal ever so slowly.

Another nightmare.

Scully needs to remember this. Just a nightmare. None of it is real. She repeats these words, mouths them to herself here in the dark, but they feel hollow. There are no pictures, nothing to cling to or be angry at. Just feelings. And Dana Scully has never been good with handling feelings.

“Scully? You awake?” The knock on her door is soft; so soft she would not have heard it had she been asleep.

“I’m awake.” She lets him know, hoping he’ll just stroll in. This is the first time they’ve had adjoining rooms while on a case. Sometimes they’re not even on the same floor or in same building complex. Mulder opens the door and strolls in as if it were the middle of the day and not dead night.

“Can’t sleep?” Scully asks him before he can say anything else; question why she’s awake at this hour. She’s seen herself after her nightmares; the tear-streaked face, the pale complexion. It’s dark here in the room with the only source of light a sputtering street light outside. He’s walking closer to the bed and Scully thinks back to their first case when he let her have his bed while he told her about his sister’s abduction. Right now she hopes he doesn’t want her to return the favor.

“I haven’t been sleeping well.” He pulls up a chair and sits close to her bed, but not too close. She can see him better now; shadows playing on his face, his eyes alert and curious. But she keeps quiet. Scully can tell he wants her to admit the same. She flushes with horror thinking he might have heard her scream out from her nightmare. The first few nights her mother had stayed with her and after her Melissa. Both, with teary, pitiful eyes had told her about her night terrors. What are those dreams about? Her sister had wanted to know. Scully had not told her. Could not tell anyone.

“You could watch some TV?” She offers. “I was about to turn it on myself.”

“Hm.” The chair squeaks as Mulder stretches out his legs, almost touching the bedpost. “Does this happen every night, Scully?” The gentleness in his voice surprises her as much as his question and she startles.

“What do you mean?” Scully wills her voice to be steady, to be strong.

“Scully, come on.” He leans forward, his elbows on his knees. His face is still so far away it seems, yet she feels like he’s invading her personal space.

“I have nightmares from time to time,” she admits, “Everyone has them.”

“Not like this.”

“Well, not everyone has experienced what I have, Mulder.” She doesn’t mean to sound so irritated and she almost apologizes. Almost.

“I know that, Scully,” his voice is so soft, like a caress and she immediately feels the anger subside again, “I just – maybe you should have taken some more time off.”

“No. I want to work. It… it helps.”

“Can I help you, too?”


“Just… can I stay here? Just for tonight? I’ll behave.” Mulder promises with a chuckle.

“What do you mean stay here?”

“In this chair. Just… just in case.”

“Mulder, you need to sleep. You can’t sleep in a chair.”

“Watch me.” Another chuckle. “Please, Scully.” His voice is pleading and she’s glad now that it’s too dark to see his face. She can hear everything she doesn’t want to know in his voice. Her mother told her how much Mulder suffered when she was gone. She’s never seen it; has not seen a difference in him in the daylight. Now, though… now she understands.

“All right,” she settles back down, facing him. “You can stay.” Her voice is barely above a whisper; she can’t speak these words loudly, afraid they might sound like defeat. Mulder’s even, certain breathing is a peaceful lullaby, rocking her back to sleep.

They’re back. Laughing at her in the darkness, their hands reaching for her. Grabbing. Tearing at her arms, scratching her skin.

“Scully, hey, it’s all right.” The voice is above her, somewhere, and she gasps. The hands, though, they’re still there. The darkness keeps its hold on her, tries to drag her down.

“It’s all right, you’re here. You’re here with me. It’s Mulder.”

If only her eyes would open, she thinks, reaching out her hand. Something tender brushes her cheek, then the other one. Warm. Warm and solid.

“Open your eyes, Scully,” the voice is closer, drowns out the darkness and pulls her up, “Look at me. This is real. I’m real.”

“Mulder?” She mumbles, her eyes blinking furiously, waking up.

“Yes, it’s me.” The relief in his voice is palpable and finally her eyes snap fully open. There he is; his face close to hers. So close he’s almost blurry.

“Just a nightmare,” he assures her; the same words she used to calm herself earlier, “You had a nightmare. It was not real. None of it is real.” She can only nod. If she opens her mouth now, even if just to say thank you, the tears will flow. She is not ready. Not ready to let him see him like that.

Without another word, he puts his arms around her tightly, holding her. They’re lying there entwined, touching in places they’ve not dared feel before, breathing in the same air.

“I’ll be here.” He whispers against her mouth and Scully closes her eyes again. This is real, she reminds herself; he is real and I am.

We are real.

Scully sleeps and this time there’s no nightmare.

Since I’ve seen too much Clarke hate on my dash with this most recent episode can I just take a moment to express how much I love Clarke Griffin?

A lot of people on here are saying she’s making bad choices but you guys need to remember she is an 18-year-old girl. So while she’s legally an adult she’s still sort of a kid. And she has IMPOSSIBLE decisions that she faces and has faced for the past 3 seasons. She has too much weight on her shoulders. She has such a big heart and such a wonderful capacity for forgiveness. She loves, she loves others so much that I’m sure making that list absolutely broke her heart, we did see her crying at the end after all.

Clarke is not perfect, no character is and for the record perfect characters are boring. Clarke has made a lot of mistakes and a lot of bad decisions but she always tries her best even when it blows up her face. She’s incredibly smart, quick thinking, and strategic.

She is so incredibly strong and she has lost so much but she is still pushing forward.

I’m pissed she didn’t put Monty on the list, too but you know what she was being pragmatic and even if I don’t exactly agree with the way she made her decisions they were still logical. And I say this as a person who loves Monty with all of my heart.


I love Clarke Griffin and if you don’t you’re wrong try being a bit less negative about her please?

Also don’t even reply to this with anti-Clarke stuff or I’m blocking you. Thanks.

In case you haven’t heard, the E! Online poll has been reopened “due to technical difficulties”, according to them and will close on Friday. We need all the votes we can get. Remember this is unlimited voting! Vote HERE.

5 Things We Need To Remember As Sisters in Christ
1. Encourage one another (1 Thessalonians 5:11)
Let’s encourage each other. If your sister in Christ is going through something in your life, take the time to send her text or give her a phone call. Let her know you are there. We don’t have to all be best friends, go to the same church, or come from the same background to encourage each other. What unifies us is not common interests or commonality in our stories, but what Christ has done in us. Let’s be encouragers.
2. Pray for each other (Matthew 5:44)
Even if you don’t hang out much and even if you don’t know the whole story of what she’s going through, pray for her. Sometimes it’s easier to pray for those we get along with the most or see everyday, but pray for everyone. Even the ones that have wronged you.
3. Be a friend…a REAL friend (Proverbs 18:24)
Some women will only be your friend because they’re trying to figure out who you’re dating, or what kind of money you make, or what you’re doing in your life. Some will only be your friend because they want something out of you. Let’s learn to be friends because of the love Christ has shown us and we want to share that love. ::
4. Don’t compare yourself to others (2 Corinthians 10:12)
It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing, how she’s wearing it, who she’s dating, and what her hair and makeup and body looks like or how much money she makes…Don’t compare yourself to her. It’s just not wise. If you start comparing now, in the future you’ll compare husbands, jobs, neighborhoods, and even your kids! Let’s be wise and appreciate each other without the comparing.
5. It’s not about appearance (1 Samuel 16:7)
If you read 1 Samuel 16, you will see that this verse refers to when Samuel thought he knew what a future king would look like, because he was basing everything on outward appearance and what seemed king-like. We do that. We have all these ideas about what a successful and beautiful person looks like. God isn’t focusing on that stuff, and we shouldn’t either.
Written by @morganhnichols for #QWCDevos


I was tagged by the lovely @cool-wears-a-trenchcoat ! Thank you very much !

Height: 5ft 10

Hogwarts House: Slytherin 🐍

Fictional Character Honestly ??? Newt Scamander

Favorite Band Or Artist: Only one ?

How Many Blogs Do I Follow: Like… 200? Somethin like that

Do I Get Asks On A Regular Basis: I don’t get asks

Aesthetic: I’m Trying My Best™

Favorite Greeting: *flailing of arms and vigorous waving to get friends attention*

Pets: 1 dog, 1 cat, 1 rodent

Last Song I Listened To: Fall Out Boy - Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song so We Wouldn’t Get Sued

Favorite TV Show: I don’t watch TV often but I really like Star vs the Forces of Evil

First Fandom: Harry Potter

Hobbies: Reading and watching shitty independent films that only I enjoy

Books I Am Currently Reading: I just finished reading today This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen and it was actually really good !

Worst Thing to have Graced My Tastebuds: I once grabbed a dressing to pour on my salad thinking it was Thousand Island and poured quite a bit on. Then proceeded to vomit because it wasn’t Thousand Island but BUFFALO BLUE CHEESE RANCH it was absolutely disgusting I’m gagging just thinking about it. Blue cheese is from the depths of hell.

Favorite Place: Zander’s Game House ! It’s like an arcade but board games !

I’m on mobile so I hope the format keeps ! But I tag @asexypancake @cinnamon-roll-newt @aeddiesthetic @bimber-dews and anyone else who wants to do it cuz I’m bad at remembering blog names ! So sorry !

I just had to rant abt people bashing on Yoonbum and calling him a dick b/c of how he treated the girl from his school days and what not. But like I obvs don’t condone him doing what he did to Jieun(of course in that moment that isn’t who she was…he was seeing the girl from school) but like ya’ll need to remember he has borderline personality disorder and as someone who suffers the same thing like…I get it. I understand why he acted out like he did.

When you have BPD you kind of see things as black and white. Either someone loves you or they hate you. And your mind influences these things. Before getting treatment I obviously needed, if I was hurt by someone I would turn and hurt them back in any way I could. When Bum went off on the girl for not replying to him and avoiding him, he was hurt and angry and he wanted to make her feel as bad as she made him feel. He felt discarded and used and thats why I don’t think he’s as much of a dick as everyone is making him out to be. Untreated, BPD can be very harmful to not just yourself but the people around you.

I’m not saying what he did was right, because its not. He shouldn’t have spread rumors and I feel bad that his illness has gotten as bad as it has to the point he killed Jieun and didn’t feel anything towards it.

I’ve felt this way in the sense I’ve hurt someone back by just cutting them from my life because I felt so hurt and betrayed by them. When you become attached to someone and they just…start ignoring you, spending less time, to a person with bpd, they don’t see it as you’re just busy with life, they see it as you tossing them aside. 

One of the biggest red flags was in my best friend started dating when we were in high school and she didn’t want to spend time with me anymore. I felt hurt and betrayed because I was the best friend. I was the person she was supposed to spend all her time with. I remember I wanted to cut myself over it and i called her and told her I was going to and hung up on her. I waited to see if she’d call me back and when she didn’t I called her back and accused her of wanting me to hurt myself and die. It was a really shitty thing to do and my behaviour ended our friendship for several years before we started to talk again.

Bum isn’t innocent, I understand that, but seeing people call him names and stuff just kinda strikes something in me because while I may not be a stalker or anything(though in the past I have…had stalker like tendencies WHICH I OVERCAME WITH HELP) I do have borderline personality disorder. I have had episodes close to Bum’s before and it fucking SUCKS. I would never wish this disorder on anybody because it can really fuck things up if its untreated(Bum’s case is an obvious severe sign of this)

But yeah. I’m sorry, I hope this makes sense.

I’d like to take a moment to ask the Riverdale fandom to chill the fuck out.

I need everyone to take a deep breath, calm down, and remember that shipping is supposed to be fun, not fighting. You can like or dislike any pairing you want amongst people who agree with you, but there is no need to go into the tags to mock or abuse other members of our fandom. Purposefully seeking out people you disagree with just to send hate spam or angry asks is looking for a fight with people who were just trying to enjoy themselves. Until we learn to separate the opinion we hate from the person, actual meta and discourse is impossible.

For serious though, the CW and the producers rely on our infighting to keep us from ever being able to make credible critiques of the show. They think that were all obsessed fangirls (a generalization btw) who will watch their show no matter what they put out. And we constantly prove them right.

I think we all know that they are hinting at all these relationships to manipulate the fans. Fighting gets them more attention. But instead of calling them our for queerbaiting or manipulation, we’re yelling at each other. Bravo, you upset someone who cares about the same thing you do. Were all ~so~ impressed

Tldr: fans are playthings for studios and producers to yank around for free press and we know it, but we much prefer yelling at each other to calling them out on it. Maybe we should calm the FUCK down and remember that tumblr is ultimately a personal experience: you can’t just force everyone to agree with you. Your fellow fans are not your enemies, but allies. How bout we make a community instead of another tumblr battlefield?


(In celebration of 100 followers! Love you guys so freakin’ much <3)

In a talk, you tell Tony about how you needed to take care of your alcoholic father and couldn’t remember him reading you any bedtime story.
He decides you need to know how it feels to be taken care of.

Relationship: Father!Tony x Daughter!Reader (no incest.)
Characters: Tony Stark; Mutant!Reader
Word counting: 800+
Notes: A bit of Angst, bad childhood, childhood memories, Tony is actually a very good father. Reader is a… Reader. 

This is a part of the Who is In Control series and happens around a month after the prequel (and 10 years before the actual chapters) . See the Masterlist and read the story

Y/N = Your name
Y/F/C = Your favourite colour
Y/L/F/C = Your least favourite colour
Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Originally posted by disnyedreamworks

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Tony watched as Y/N read a book, completely focused on its words and pages.

They’ve been together for a month and a half, and he was still learning a lot about her. Her favorite color was Y/F/C and her least favorite color was Y/L/F/C. Her favorite season was spring – because it wasn’t too warm nor too cold –, and least favorite was summer. She didn’t have a favorite food yet, because she loved food in general, and she ate like a frigging bodybuilder.

Also, she had a huge dictionary of curse words she had learned on the streets, but never used. (Thank God, because he didn’t know what he’d do if she did.)

Y/N had no idea what she wanted to do in the future, so she was interested on everything he would show her. Of course, Tony was always showing her something about engineering, but he was trying not to put pressure on in that department. He didn’t want to make her feel like he had high expectations for her future, but wanted the girl to feel free to do whatever she wanted to.

Her powers were a thing he had to learn how to deal with during in their first week. When Y/N had a particular bad nightmare – she had nightmares often, but didn’t tell him –, she could turn her room upside down in a blink of an eye. Once he had woken up to the sound of her windows and closet door slamming several times, only to find all of her books spread on the floor as well as some pieces of furniture and decorations in the wrong places.

“What are you reading?” He finally asked.

Keep reading

I could write with eyes of starry nights
I could dance with dreams of beaming lights
but when silhouettes creep in, the starlight starts withering

But I need to remember…

I am not my demons
I am the angles

singing with an endlessly pouring inspiration through my ink

—  Tina Jaxén // Starlight aching
I don’t do reunions. High school, undergrad, med school… I don’t need to make superficial conversation with a bunch of people I barely remember. If I want to keep someone in my life, I keep them in my life. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t know how to get rid of them.

anonymous asked:

I'm turning 19 in March but honestly, I just need some mature advice on how to get over being so self conscious of my body when I'm undressed. My stomach hangs a bit, my thighs jiggle and have cellulite. And I'm so afraid of letting a guy see me like that. Especially since you know, they probably have been with really pretty girls who don't have the "skin" that I do. I just want to know how you got to feeling super okay with yourself in front of your husband. I need help!😫❤️

Honestly, I don’t ever remember being self conscious of my body around Devin in the beginning. I don’t know why because I had 0 confidence back then, but I’ve always been comfortable with him. Probably because when you’re having sex with someone, you’re not just sitting there making mental notes about what parts of their body aren’t perfect, you’re too busy looking at everything you like.

That being said, 90% of the female population has cellulite. 90%. And literally EVERYBODY jiggles. We’re giant sacks of meat, we jiggle when we’re shaken, it’s just a fact. You’re not weird or out of the ordinary for having cellulite or pudge. You’re perfectly normal.

And here are some links to stuff I’ve written about learning to love your body in the past!