and when i'm in a bad mood

it’s so weird hearing americans talk about Target© as some kind of semi-religious holy space of reasonably priced goods and services, bc in it’s short, fever-dream existence up here in the frozen north it was… Not Good. 

in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?

or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:

  • only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger. 
  • entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
  • no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
  • there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles. 
  • the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
  • passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
  • leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.

it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers. 

i believe the balls outside target are carefully crafted and powerfully attuned magical artifacts that keep up the illusion known as Target©, but were incorrectly spaced in canada due to a mixup between the metric and imperial systems of measurement, and that is why the brief twilight zone episode that was canadian target collapsed virtually overnight.

avetimelow  asked:

i had a really bad day today, so i've been sitting in my room watching your videos for hours and you really help lighten my mood :) i'm so grateful for you honestly

I’m so glad I was able to help you feel better when you needed it. This message made me feel better, so thank you for returning the favor!!

Lol when did shipping the hero with the villain become a bad thing. Shits been happening for so long. It’s an interesting dynamic, prime for angst and betrayal and tragedy, yknow, the kinda tropes people have loved for forever? Not everything has to be sunshine and roses, and I’m not always in the mood for fluff.

anonymous asked:

I'm crying thinking about Alec, who didn't get to have a real childhood and never dated anyone because he was closeted and scared, in Tokyo with this beautiful man and seeing that photo booth and thinking "this is something that people who are dating do they take cute picture together Magnus can we please?" And looking at those photos everyday and smiling even when he's in a bad mood because he loves Magnus SO MUCH I CAN'T HANDLE THIS

oh my god i’m crying yet again

  • Astrid: *holding her 3-month-old son* I want another baby. I mean, look how cute baby Stoick is.
  • Hiccup: Of course he's cute. He's half yours.
  • Astrid: I'm serious, babe. I mean, doesn't he just make you want more kids?
  • Hiccup: *flashbacks to Astrid's air sickness, morning sickness, cranky mood, complaining, etc during pregnancy* *flashbacks to Astrid complaining in labor* Don't you remember how much you complained when you were pregnant, and how you said you'd never do it again?
  • Astrid: *flashbacks to seeing baby Stoick for the first time* It wasn't that bad. And it was worth it in the end.
  • Astrid: *gets pregnant* Why did I wish for another baby? The gods must hate me.
Okay so I'm in a bad mood today and I need to vent so...

Here is a list of things that I want people who don’t have a mental disability to shut the fuck up about when talking to people who do:

1. Our sleeping habits.
Yes you may be able to go to bed at 10 and be able to sleep, but it takes me a minimum of 3 hours on a good night to get to sleep because I have ADHD and my brain can’t just shut off.

2. Our workload.
So you have a full time job and have a pet and kids and have a ton of housework to do? Good for you. I’m exhausted after having one meeting a week and just being able to feed my pet every day is an achievement. I am not lazy, I just don’t have the energy or the mental capacity to put myself under as much stress as you can!

3. Our social skills (i.e. “That’s not appropriate” or “you don’t say stuff like that”)
People with Autism don’t generally know how to be anything other than honest. We also don’t know necessarily what things upset people or worry people because they don’t affect us in the same way and I know from experience I don’t always realise I’ve said something wrong.
Fun fact: the way I compare socialising whilst having autism is to a broken coffee filter. Sometimes it works okay and you get a nice cup of coffee, sometimes it doesn’t work at all and while you may want to and try your very best to make coffee all that comes out is beans and while I know it makes you mad I literally can’t help it, other times it’s sort of in between and it’s a lot of strain to make it and there may be a couple of beans there and your coffee may be goop but it’s close enough to coffee again even if it’s not what you are overly happy with.
Would you shout at your broken coffee filter if it didn’t always work 100%? No, you wouldn’t, because you know that it has a “problem” which causes it to malfunction 2/3 of the time! Don’t shout at us or tell us off just because you don’t get exactly what you expect from us, we’re trying!!!

4. Our effort or commitment
We’re not lazy. I don’t know what it’s like to have OCD or Downs Syndrome, or anything that isn’t Autism and ADHD really, but for me I can’t focus on things and I get pressure headaches when I try, which means I now know that if I’m struggling early on I have to stop and take a step back. I need to finish tasks before I move onto the next one which can be as simple as reading a book, and it will take priority over other, apparently more important tasks. I have a routine that I have to keep to and if I haven’t gotten round to the thing you want done yet it’s not because I’m being lazy or putting it off, I’m just trying to fit it into my regular routine without messing that up. And I’m sure there are issues that people with other disabilities can add to this as to why they can’t do certain things that may be simple to anyone else.

Please just leave us the fuck alone. Not everyone can do the things you can and we feel shitty enough about it without you guys getting on at us for it, okay? 👌

anonymous asked:

Opinion: I get you must be so stressed and stuff, but I think you are a bit rude to your fans. About your art, well I'm sure you already know it's amazing

i tend to get rude when im put in a bad mood i just become an asshole to anyone who’s talking to me(unless they’re a friend of mine) WHICH is admittedly stupid as hell bc i can just let myself calm down before interacting with people

and sometimes i just am bc of plain human stupidity

or im being sarcastic!! i do that alot



the second pic may look awkward as hell but that’s bc that’s my Legit Smile, like how i smile when i laugh n stuff. it’s a good smile bc it shows that i’m rlly fucking happy right now!!!!!

an edit: this didn’t post earlier today for some silly reason so HERE IT IS NOW im still quite fuckin pleased 💜💜💜

Levi and Hange, now married, guest in a talk show
  • Host: Levi, Hange, let's do fast talk. Sex or chocolates?
  • Levi: I don't like sweets, so sex.
  • Hange: I love chocolate, especially when it's on Levi's body. (Levi glares at Hange.) Just kidding. I like both.
  • Host: Lights on or lights off?
  • Hange: I have bad vision, so lights on. But dim light is fine.
  • Levi: Lights off, but dim light is fine.
  • Host: Does size matter?
  • Levi: No. No matter how big a titan is, I'll be able to kill it.
  • Hange: Yes. Look at Levi. He's cute-sized.
  • Host: Best time for sex?
  • Hange: At night, when I'm in the mood.
  • Levi: At night, when I can't sleep and we're both in the mood.
  • Host: Best place to have sex?
  • Levi: In the bedroom with locked doors and curtained windows.
  • Hange: Somewhere private. But it would be nice to do it on snow.
  • Host: Favorite non-sexual activity?
  • Hange: Cuddling, sleeping.
  • Levi: Kissing, hanging out with each other.
  • Host: Sexiest part of Hange's body?
  • Levi: Her smile.
  • Hange: That's not a body part, Levi.
  • Levi: Tch! Fine. Her eyes.
  • Host: Sexiest part of Levi's body?
  • Hange: Everything! But if you insist, his lips.
  • Host: Tell me something that people don't know about Hange.
  • Levi: She's a good cook.
  • Host: Tell me something that people don't know about Levi.
  • Hange: He laughs. A lot.
  • Host: What's your message to Levi?
  • Hange: Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.
  • Host: What's your message to Hange?
  • Levi: Thank you for loving me and accepting my imperfections. I love you.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a fluffy Joshua scenario? Thank you so much for writing all of these and for your wonderful blog ^~^

- you and joshua are neighbors
- you both live right next to each other, but surprisingly….. you’re not close at all
- you acknowledge each other from time to time of course, whether it’s saying hi when you catch one another outside the house or nodding at each other in the school hallways
- but aside from that…. you just know him as your cute next door neighbor or your classmate joshua hong
- one morning, your friend asks you if you could get her one of those club application papers
- she can’t do it herself because she’s already running late that morning, like she’s running to school that very moment
- you successfully grab a paper for her, and you wait patiently for her to get to class
- she rushes into the room five seconds before the teacher enters, and you hold up the piece of paper and give her a thumbs up
- she mouths “thank you” and you’re about to get out of your seat to give it to her when the homeroom teacher enters the room and says “everyone, in your seat”
- you gesture to her that you’ll give it after, but the teacher suddenly says “okay, i’ve been instructed to pick up the club applications today. i’ll be picking them up at the end of class, and i’ve been told i can’t accept any after that”
- your friend just looks at you with wide eyes, while you try to figure out how to get it to her since you’re on opposite ends of the classroom
- any normal person would pass it around and tell them to get it to your friend but no, you know what you do instead?
- you turn the club application form into a paper plane and launch it towards your friend while the teacher isn’t looking
- you watch it fly across the room and instead of reaching your friend
- it hits joshua on the head
- startled, he jumps in his seat and looks down to see the paper plane on the floor
- he picks it up and looks around the classroom with confusion written on his face, stopping when he sees your surprised expression
- your mouth stays wide open in shock even when he points at the paper plane, and you mouth “sorry!!” while pointing over to your friend sitting next to him
- joshua just smiles and nods his head, and then he passes the paper plane to your friend who thanks him for it
- at the end of class, your friend successfully gives in the paper and they apologize for all the trouble like this wouldn’t have happened if they didn’t decide on their club last minute
- but you just shake your head and tell them it’s completely fine
- later that night, you’re doing homework in your room with the window open because the night breeze feels so nice
- halfway through doing your math homework, something hits you on the forehead and you let out a yelp of surprise
- while rubbing the painful spot on your forehead, you look down to find a paper plane lying on your desk
- you pick it up with confusion on your face, and then you look out the window to find your neighbor joshua laughing from his room across from yours
- he gestures for you to unfold the paper plane, and when you do, in neat hand-writing says, “that’s for earlier”
- you gape at the paper, and after quickly jotting down a response, you send it flying back
- joshua catches the plane and laughs at your response, which is “i’m so sorry again!!! i didn’t mean to, are you all right??”
- he writes something down, and sends it back with “i’m fine, there’s not much a paper plane can do to me :) is your forehead all right though?? sorry for hitting it!!”
- and for the next few minutes, you both communicate via paper planes
- the conversation goes from school to actual introductions, and you realize that this is your first real conversation with joshua
- “i’m joshua, but i’m sure you already know that lol. you’re (name), right?”
- “that’s me! so tell me, is math keeping you up too?”
- “nah, i managed to finish the work in class. the english essay’s a bit of a pain though”
- you both exchange paper planes, until joshua tells you he’s going to head to bed since he has to prepare for a long day considering club activities start tomorrow
- you tell him it’s fine, and after sending him the “good night” message, he smiles at you and closes his window
- you go back to doing your math homework, but during quick breaks, you can’t help but read through the paper planes again
- you thought that the paper plane thing was only a one-time thing, but no
- the next night, joshua sends another one over to you right when you’ve just entered your room after eating dinner
- “hello, neighbor :) how was your day today?”
- you smile as you grab a pen and write “joshua!! my day went fine. the cooking club wasn’t all too bad actually. which club did you join?
- “cooking club sounds fun!! i joined the music club. i met really cool people there, our class’ vice president jihoon is actually in that club too, did you know?”
- the planes fly from one room to the other (save for some that unfortunately missed the window and crashed to the ground), and you actually feel sad when you realize how late it’s gotten
- you tell joshua you have to do your homework, and he says it’s fine since he should probably get started on his too
- you say good night to each other, and you get to work, but your mind is clearly elsewhere
- the funny thing about this whole paper plane thing is that neither of you ever brought up phone numbers or social media accounts
- neither of you talk to each other in class either
- there’s the occasional good morning and hello, but aside from that, not really
- it’s like the only way for you both to actually get a conversation going is to send paper planes, and weird as it is….. you’re fine with it this way
- you guys will of course have talk to each other in person one day, but for now, paper planes will do
- the conversations eventually turn into a 20-questions type of game, and learning so much about joshua…. it feels nice….. he’s not just “that cute boy next door” or “model student joshua hong” or “mr. nice guy”
- he’s a friend
- “so joshua, any dreams?”
- “this might sound weird but…. i’ve already kind of dreamed of becoming an idol?? to be able to share my music with everyone, to be able to make others happy with my singing…. it’s just a dream though ^^ you?”
- “it’s a wonderful dream!!! hmm well….. i really just want a happy life, like we all do. a life where i’m always surrounded by my friends and family. that’s all i could hope for. it’s simple hahah”
- “but it’s a good dream nonetheless :) now it’s my turn to ask, isn’t it? how about we get to the smaller stuff? what’s your favorite color?”
- “really, joshua? LOL”
- it’s become a habit, really—your day is incomplete if you don’t send or receive at least one paper plane
- and you both may or may not have grown interested in the things the other likes
- never mind that you cried during each of the anime movies joshua recommended to you, or that you started listening to 2bic, or that you suddenly started craving kiwi ice cream
- and it’s not like you saw a bag of your favorite candy in joshua’s backpack, or that one time he came to class with your favorite kind of tea, or that one time you saw the album cover of your favorite artist on his phone
- you’re both just trying new things, right?
- your friends have been telling you how much happier you look these days, how livelier you’ve become
- and somehow, you’ve convinced them and yourself that the reason is “summer’s here!! how can i not be happy?”
- but after days of denying it, you FINALLY admit to yourself
- that you’ve fallen for joshua
- maybe it’s because he always sends over a paper plane with kind words on it when you’re feeling down
- or that he doesn’t mind staying by the window to help you with your math homework
- or that he’s just so kind and thoughtful and funny and….. he just….. makes your rainy days a little better
- you’re shaking with nervousness while writing on your paper plane to joshua, and he definitely noticed this because he sent you one before you could send yours
- you unfold the paper and read “(name), are you all right? you look a bit uneasy”
- you look up to see joshua standing by his window with a worried look on his face, pointing down at the paper plane you’re working on to let him know he’ll be getting a response soon
- you’ve only written a sentence, but it’s a sentence that could make or break your entire relationship
- you gently fold your paper plane, take a deep breath, and send it flying over to joshua
- you watch nervously as he unfolds it, and you know it’s over when you see him freeze
- “joshua… this might sound weird since we’ve hardly ever talked in person, but… i think i like you”
- he probably read it about ten times in his head before looking up at you, and you tense up when you have eye contact
- but then
- he looks down, closes the windows, pulls the curtains, and
- that’s it
- you walk over to your bed and sit on the edge, burying your face in your hands because what have you done
- your relationship was perfectly fine, and now it’s ruined, all because you let your feelings get in the way
- you leave your window open, not even caring if bugs crawled inside the room because MAYBE you’d wake up to a paper plane on the floor
- but the next morning, you find nothing
- you look out the window to find joshua’s windows and curtains in the same position as the night before, and your heart aches a little
- you frown the entire walk to school, and you take a deep breath before walking into your classroom because you know you’re going to see joshua
- the second you step into the room, you both have eye contact
- but he’s the first one to turn away
- this ruins your mood for the rest of the day, and you haven’t regretted something this bad in a while
- the day goes by painfully slow, and when it’s finally over, you’re so glad you don’t have club activities that day because you just want to go home and die in your room
- but while you’re walking, something suddenly hits the back of your head
- you turn around to see joshua standing a few feet away
- you say “joshua? don’t you have music club—?”
- he cuts you off and says “that doesn’t matter right now”
- he then walks over to the paper plane lying on the ground, picks it up, and holds it out to you
- you take it from him, slowly unfold the plane, and you break out into a smile when you read the words written on it
- “i think… i like you too, (name).”
- you look up to see joshua smiling shyly, and his cheeks are tinted pink as he says “i’m sorry for not replying last night….”
- you jokingly say “you should be. i hardly slept because of you!!”
- joshua laughs at your response and says “i guess i owe you something then, don’t i? there’s this new restaurant down the street we could try out if you’re not busy this weekend…”
- you nod your head, smiling, “it’s a date.”

thank you for your request!! ^^

when people hear fat people say don’t use the body posi tag if you’re skinny and get offended it’s like you all really think these people are trying to say if you’re skinny you aren’t allowed to think positively about yourself and want them to feel bad about their bodies when really the issue is that too many skinny white girls have taken over that tag and have started to use it as another #thinspiration type thing when really that whole thing started as a way for people with different body types of feel more comfortable with themselves by seeing others that looked like them and now it’s just become another thing that’s once again blocking out the voices of fat people 

anonymous asked:

could you write a real quick imagine/blurb type thing about being pregnant and your hormones are making you kind of short tempered so every little thing aggravates you so with your mood swings and stuff you take it out on Harry so it causes an argument (not a really bad one but still an argument) and you end up crying and feeling extremely bad for everything but he forgives you

Past 5 months of pregnancy weren’t that annoying to you. You had less cravings, mood swings and you were less emotional. But the second, you entered the 6th month of pregnancy, things changed. Your cravings raised up. Your mood became horrible and emotions were always on your nose.

Everything seemed to disturb you. From the chirping of bird to the fragrance of caramel.

And Harry was very much aware about it. He got it. He noticed the sudden change in your behaviour and tried to adapt himself according to his. He always tried to lift your mood and help you but it didn’t helped.

“Harry! Harry! Come here right now!” You roared calling for him like he was your teen kid who just sneaked out.

“Wha’?!?? Are yeh okay!!!??” He asked panicking as he ran down the stairs.

“What’s this?!” You asked holing up his sock which you found tucked in his shoes.

“You know I hate when you do this?! Can’t you just put them in the laundry?!”


“Shut up! Just shut up!”

“Y/n lis-”

“All you know is how to mess things up!!!!”

“SHUT UP!” Harry said angst-fully. The bridge holding up his patience broke finally. Harry was from those who always tried to control their temper. You knew how bad his temper was and you never wanted to poke it to erupt.

Your eyes filled with tears as his words echoed in your ears. Though the words were that harsh but being emotional all the time, they hurt you.

Without wasting a further moment you ran upstairs or tried to with your big belly. Your sobs were prominently heard by him as you locked your bedroom door and sat on the bed crying.

His face was red. Huffing he tried to control himself but with you constantly bragging about little things made him furious. But as soon as the reality struck him, he immediately padded up the wooden stairs and knocked on the door softly.

“Baby. Open up I’m sorry.”

“G-go away!” You replied sniffling.

“Bubba please? I’m sorry.” He pleaded knocking softly. His chest was crumbling with the thought of you crying because of him. He sighed and leaned his head against the wooden door.

“Poppet.” He sighed but you took him by chance opening the door.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I’m s'sorry. It’s jus’ you weren’t listening t'me and I lost it. Should’ve controlled m'temper” he said. Cupping your cheeks he rubbed the soft skin of it with his thumb as you tilted your head sideway to kiss his palm.

“It’s okay. I always blabber about tiny stuff. I deserve that.”

“Oh no no baby. Yeh don’t. ” he said shaking his head. Harry leaned forward and pressed his soft lips against your forehead. You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around his waist, hiding your face in his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love yeh both too”