doctor's orders

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by wearing_tearing

Derek sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Can you just get me a beer?”

“I should be getting you to bed,” Stiles says, and his lips twitch the moment he sees Derek’s ears turn a bit red. “But yeah, sure, coming right up.”

Words: 1639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Prompt Fills

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I literally teared up at some of the comments from Sehun’s LMR perfomance. 

EXO-Ls can be so mean, straight up bashing Sehun. He puts immense amount of work to then be told he sucks and shouldn’t be part of EXO?

What is this? It’s ridiculous. 

He has so much pressure alone being the youngest. He needs to be cared for and supported so much. People are comparing him to Kai and Taemin and that needs to stop immediately. He is Oh Sehun. He does not need to be put up to your standards of Kim Jongin and Lee Taemin. He is Oh Sehun. 

Bashing on anybody is horrid on it’s own. That’s also dissing Ravi if you read the last comment?! If you ever saw an idol in person, would you say that to their face? Do you realize that it’s rude and extremely hurtful? 

Sehun tries all the time to mask his feelings, and he’s obviously much more sensitive than what he actually shows to the public. 

Please support Sehun. You don’t know the joy he brings to me whenever I hear him, and I know I’m not the only one who feels that way. I’m so happy that he even gets a part. He must’ve been so psyched to have all of those lines. I think he’s doing just great. As a Sehun stan (and I speak for all of us), Sehun’s all we’ve got. 

anonymous asked:

As Dan looked at the man in front of him he smiled and said the last part of his vow, "I can't believe that I finally get to be your's. You're the person I've been waiting for my whole life." Phil looked at Dan and smiled, tears forming in his eyes as Dan finished, "I can't believe we get to finally be eternally Phan."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH

put a terrible, 3 sentence fan fiction in my ask based on my url (it’ll cheer me up a lot)

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[part 1] 

                              Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it / 

                                               I’d like to be my old self again /

                                               but I’m still trying to find it /

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doyoureadbooks asked:

Is it weird if I just tell you thank you for putting all the episodes of series 3 on dailymotion and for everything else you've done I just love your blog so much😊 I just watched the last episodes and I'm in pieces but I loved that Tix was in the train with everyone but I don't know what to think about Rinn...

You’re welcome! I did my best although unfortunately I had to be absent for one week. Thank you so much!

I loved Tix in the ending too, I think that’s the point where tears fell and the “this is it” hit me. It drove me a little crazy too, because even when I wasn’t a big fan of her character, I thought it was important for Rae and acknowledging her for 5 seconds was a joke. Overall that little part felt ok to me.

I’m not happy about Rae/Finn, how they handled it was totally bullshit. Just another excuse to put her down before the big “wake up”. But what’s done is done.

anonymous asked:

Hi... sorry for bothering you, I just need to get something off my chest. Whenever I struggle with anything physical, just little things like opening a strange lock or not recognising a part of town, my mom consistently makes fun of me. I tell her I'm struggling and she rolls her eyes and says 'I thought you were supposed to be smart' and refuses to help me. I wouldn't mind if it was just light teasing but I feel like such a useless fuckup and I end up in tears. Sometimes I break things and (1)

(2) then I feel even worse - really awful and disgusted with myself for not being able to control my anger. I get anxious whenever she makes me do any little physical things now. I don’t know if I’m overreacting, it just feels like no matter how hard I try she’ll always find a little thing that I’ve done wrong to criticise. Then she tells me she loves me and reminds me that other people don’t have parents and I feel so bad for even doubting her. I don’t know what to think :(

You are not overreacting, sweetheart, that is definitely a form of emotional abuse and it is incredibly not okay for your mom to demean you that way. It is a classic manipulation for her to start telling you that you’re ‘lucky’ and you should be ‘grateful’ because you have her. 

Nobody needs to be grateful for an abusive parent because somebody else doesn’t have any parents at all. Nobody needs to say ‘thank you’ for not being kicked out on the street or their parent doing their job. It’s the bare fucking minimum for your mom to be there to take care of you, and you absolutely do not have to just shut up and take whatever she dishes out because of it. 

She doesn’t have the right to make you feel like a useless fuckup and then say “I love you”. You know what love is? Respect. Respect and wanting the best for someone. When your mom treats you this way, she is not loving you, she is not treating you with respect, she is not doing what’s best for you, she is just being a bully and demeaning you. It’s not okay to make fun of your kids to the point that they feel bad about themselves. Period. That is bullying and it crosses a big line. 

You are not a fuckup, sweetheart. Everyone has a hard time with things that are confusing or difficult, everybody gets angry and has a hard time controlling it now and then, and everybody needs support from their loved ones. Your mom is doing wrong by you, she is emotionally abusing you, and it’s not your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty for being angry with her and being upset with her. She doesn’t have the right to treat you this way. 

I have a post over here about all the different signs of emotional abuse that I think you should read, and you should probably check out my whole emotional abuse tag too. I’m sorry I can’t help you more, sweetie, but please know that this isn’t your fault and you are not overreacting.

“My favorite part of concerts is when the band plays a song everyone knows so everyone’s singing along all out of tune but then the singer stops singing and you just hear everyone in the crowd singing the words to the music and you see the smiles on the band members’ faces bc they know people care about their music and everyone’s just so happy who cares about anything else” 

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Part 2 of Always Human is up! Click here to see the rest of the update, and here to view the comic archives. (And if you can’t access the webtoons website for some reason, here’s the update on imgur.)

Soooo, what’s more embarrassing - bursting into tears in front of a stranger, or having a stranger burst into tears in front of you and knowing it’s all your fault ?

If you’re enjoying Always Human, could you please consider reblogging this so more people can see the update and maybe they might enjoy it too? That would be really cool, and you could have the sweet satisfaction of knowing that it’s all because of your kindness and generosity :)

Also, I’m entering this comic into a competition and it would be a really big help if you could please rate, favourite, like and leave a comment on the webtoons site - you can log in with either a facebook or twitter account.

(I would be especially grateful if you could give the comic a fair rating. There seem to be a bunch of bots or people going around randomly rating comics 1/10, and it would awesome if you could counter this by giving the comic a rating you believe is fair.)

Thanks so much for your support! I’m really humbled by the fact that people seem to like my silly story (!!!!!) and I hope you’ll continue to enjoy it :D

You can follow updates by tracking the tag #always human update or by subscribing to the RSS feed. Part 3 should be up next Friday :)

Thank yooouuuuu <3333


As you can imagine I’ve heard a lot of feedback about our variant cover to  SOUTHERN BASTARDS #10. While a great deal of it was positive encouragement– I still feel a great need to expound upon why I’m taking such a hardline on this topic. Being a Southerner is very important to me. It is my culture, and by and large it’s been very rewarding to me over the course of my life. Though I can’t speak for him, I think it’s been equally so for Jason Aaron.

So I’m writing this in part because I do take this issue seriously, and I want it to to be clear that even though my cover might be seen as a touch sensational– it was not something that was  waded into casually. We knew that a dog tearing up the Confederate flag was not the most subtle of images, but as far as the discourse on this topic goes it seemed fitting. It’s never been all that subtle of a conversation has it?

And now that I (hopefully) have your attention I want to admit something to you–  I’m a white man from The South. Charlotte, North Carolina in fact. A place an hour removed from all the noise down in Columbia, SC. A couple more from those horrific murders in Charleston. I’m a white Southern man who, despite my harsh objections to what I feel it represents, is  willing to admit that I have a conflicted relationship with the Confederate flag.

No big news story there. There’s definitely  nothing new to being conflicted as a Southerner. As we all know that everywhere we go we’re recognized by some stereotypical aspect of our heritage. Be that our accent or our taste in music or the assumption that we might be a little backwards, a little slow. Many of us spend a lot of time challenging or fighting these assertions. Some of us run from them. It’s my feeling that the best of us own them. We admit when mistakes were made. We fight like hell when we’re right. Twice as hard when we’ve been wronged. And that’s what I see when I look at that flag, when I hear it’s supporters. I don’t hear people who think they’re right– I hear folks who  think they’ve been wronged.

But why? Where does that come from? Can it be as simple as all the things done, and said those centuries ago still hanging in the air down here? I’ve asked myself that a lot. And after years of thinking long and hard about it, of punching my fists against the red clay bricks and into humid air– I really think that’s the root of it. Yes it comes from the past. But it lives in the present. It lives in the  inability to reconcile what we want with what is. It’s born from human frailty, in the refusal to believe that we’re not strong enough to navigate or overcome the chaos of a world we had no choice about being brought into. It comes from believing in a myth. The myth that we’re so goddamned important.

But what does that have to do with the Rebel flag? Phew– well– everything I think. But how do we boil that down, and get to the root of where it all starts? Well, better and brighter minds that me have and will wrestle with it– but the best I can do is ask that for  briefest of  moments, let’s take a leap, and set aside all the things it’s mutated into and appropriated to mean  over the last couple centuries or more. The symbolism we’re left with is that of a Confederate battleflag. The banner of a defeated nation.

The Civil War was about the abolition of slavery. Perhaps it wasn’t about morality, or equality, or the need to do what was right for humankind, but it was about slavery because slavery was power. In the South in the 1800’s money came from cotton and cotton came from slaves. So with the entirety of the uncharted west of America unfolding out before them, our government had a choice– Do we allow slavery to expand? Do we allow aristocrats of The South to expand their influence and power further? Questions the country ultimately went to war to answer.

In many cases poor whites  in the South fought in the interests of the ruling class of Confederate aristocrats.  Often their sole motivation being a certain freedom of their own, the promise that one day they too would be able to carve out their own piece of land, or navigate their lives free of another man’s will.A dream that  in many ways sounds much like the one many Americans still believe in today. Many of them probably carried no hatred in their hearts for another man’s skin color,  many of them likely saw themselves as trapped by circumstance. If you’re from the South, the possibility  that a basically  good and decent person in your family died under that flag does exist. Throughout history, countless lives have been lost under banners that don’t represent their individual beliefs. But racist or not,  the men and women that fought and lived under the Confederacy are still complicit. Their own fight  to determine their own course came at the expense of another human’s freedom.

Which brings me back to the great myth. Crippled, and humiliated  in the wake of the war, the  promise of riches and freedom and good fortune snatched from the Southern grasp.  The promises of the Confederacy in a grave alongside it,  all that was left was “The American dream”. A dream that the slaves once chained in the field now had within their grasp as well. All bets were off, anything was possible, and that small shred of petty dignity– that one assurance that the color of your skin allowed you a chance in the world, was now gone.It was no doubt a moment of extreme existential confusion– one that still exists today.Whites all over began to question their place. If it wasn’t next to the boss on the hill, then where was it?

You see racism, in it’s way, has always been about power more than skin color. Encouraging the people under your heel to quibble and fight amongst themselves is a good way to keep them from banding together to lift your boot off their necks. Racial divisions were encouraged for this reason, and the white need to feel superior, to feel stronger than the slaves chained in the field was encouraged to prevent them from accepting that fences were around them too.  

And so that frustration was transferred. With everything about their lives and their place in the world  in doubt many whites struggled to maintain any power they could muster. They used their working knowledge of the world they’d built to limit the opportunities and freedoms of the freed slaves. Despite the fact that much of The South was built by their hands and on their backs,  blacks were told often as possible that they were different, lesser, that they didn’t belong. Institutional racism took hold.

But there came a time when signs over water fountains and leering glances didn’t do it. When black men and women stood up and fought back. When a stronger symbol was needed–

And that’s when the Rebel flag came back into the fold. A symbol for the belief that blacks and whites are different. That we have different places in the world. That we are divided. Even if you remove the horrific acts done in it’s name– That’s what the rebel flag has ALWAYS stood for. It’s what it will always stand for.

And that’s why it’s time for the Rebel flag to disappear.

Not from our history books, or museums or even our works of art or fiction. If you want to wear it on your clothes or hang it in your home that’s your prerogative. But as a symbol of our modern culture– it has no place.

I understand that you may have a loved one who respected that flag, or that it reminds you of. Maybe there’s some deep seated association that brings you joy.  But you need to accept that it has a meaning that goes beyond how you feel. It goes beyond how much you liked Dukes of Hazzard. There are other people it’s very existence has long served to do nothing but demean and cause harm. People who’ve been wronged.

I refuse to believe that Southern pride stems from the pain we’ve inflicted on others. Southern pride comes from what we’ve built together. In our music and art and innovation. In the people who honor us by taking our culture out into the world and celebrating it.  It comes from people seeking us out, and flocking here to experience all that we know and love.

We are all neighbors. We are all Southerners. This is OUR culture and it means what WE choose it to mean.

So, yes. I’ll say it again–  Fuck that flag. Southern Pride is good collard greens. Death to the flag. Long live The South.

-Jason Latour


So I saw how Google displays a little banner when you search up LGBTQIA terms and one thing I saw moved me to tears.

I googled homosexual, bisexual…etc and was happy to see some of my fellow LQBTQIA brethren get recognized….. And the I googled “asexual”

The fact that the little banner came up, acknowledging me and my sexuality as a part Of the LGBTIA community nearly moved me to tears quite suddenly.

Guess what - It feels like we’re finally becoming a community.
And everyone in the LGBTQIA community can celebrate #LoveWins together.

I was just so touched to finally be accepted, to finally here someone speak up for ME - saying that “you’re not abnormal, we accept you”.

And that means everything to me.

And as a proud member of the LGBTQIA community I just want to say…
We finally have victory!

Keep in mind that victory and equality are two different things, and discrimination is far from over - but, as of June 26, 2015 it just became a little bit closer.

So here’s to all my fellow Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, Transgenders, Queers, Intersexes and Asexuals…
I have the feeling that this is the beginning of something beautiful.

Sweet Jesus this ep.

Ok so this whole episode of Steven Universe just brought back all kinds of PTSD from Frybo. “Keeping it Together” had me doing anything but that.

On a less serious note, we finally got Peridot! Jeez, I almost forgot the sound of her voice it’d been so long.

But that’s not what is really making me cringe right now.

I’m just gonna call out the one part of that episode that’s got everyone exploding right now, the one where Garnet is just frozen in place while she confronts that fusion abomination. The tension as the scene unfurls is enough to just make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The gems are shown trying to find some way of forming, screaming as they struggle into this uncanny amalgam of arms and hands. Then, in a slow, calculated advance, it creeps up on Garnet and …

holds her?

I was straight up just waiting for that thing to tear Garnet in half violently or something, but that moment never came. It just sat there as Garnet wept in shock.

Then, moments later, she makes that remark that blows my mind.

This jumbled mess of limbs was formed from the forced fusion of shattered Crystal Gems. 

That made me think so sympathetically for Garnet then. It made so much sense. The hands that grabbed Garnet weren’t strangling or hurting, they were feeling … and recognizing. The limbs get a hold of her shoulder, then her face, then graze her hair, and for a second, I’m pretty sure they all collectively felt and recognized their dear old friend, someone who they haven’t known the touch of in along time.

“Garnet. Our Garnet.” 

I wanna say that’s also why Garnet doesn’t immediately destroy the clump of limbs. But this messes with my head. These shards are a part of gems that have “died” correct? But at the same time, a part of their conscious still exists in these pieces. So, imagine waking up from DYING, reality is severed and you’re mind is fragmented and fused with what appeared to be four other minds so you’re completely disoriented. 

Pain all over.

Then, like waking up in the morning, you just start lumbering forward after being resurrected from this long sleep, bumping into what you feel to be a familiar friend. You can’t see them, you can’t hear them, and in a horrifying way, you can hardly think them because of the lack of head.

But she’s there.

And I can just hardly keep myself together when I try to imagine their first impulse upon realizing it’s Garnet, grabbing her in a pleading manner, almost audibly begging:

“Garnet, I can’t see. We can’t see! H-help us …”

Fic: You or Someone Like You, pt. 3

(First parts can be found here and here!)

“I can’t believe how much he looks like Tony.”

“Do me a favor. Don’t bring that up.” Steve said to Bruce. It took more effort than he cared to acknowledge to tear his eyes away from the little boy who was currently perched on one of Tony’s highest bench stools, his fingers careful and assured as he went through the process of disassembling the Roomba. No one had given him any instruction, Tony had barely had time to give the boy a tray of tools before he was popping the casing off.

Now, he was half-crouched on the stool, the heels of his feet caught on the edge of the seat, his arms stretched around his knees to do his work. Harris, his broom now resting on his knees, sat next to him, just watching, his eyes wide.

Bruce paused next Steve, his arms wrapped around a clipboard. “He’s, uh, he’s not handling this well, I take it?” he asked with a faint smile.

“Well,” Steve said, drawing the word out, “considering the situation, I think he’s bearing up pretty darn well. He tell you what’s going on?”

“I got the condensed version,” Bruce admitted. He stared at the boy, his brow creasing. “I’m starting to suspect it was the highly condensed version.”

“I’m not sure we’ve got an uncondensed version, to be honest,” Steve said. “Things are still a little… Complicated.”

Bruce nodded. “I’m… Getting that.”

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If people like this I was thinking of making it into a series with a few parts. I’m not sure though… Anyway, I changed it a little from the original request but it’s vaguely similar! So if you want more parts please ask me and I’ll write them. Please enjoy :-) 


 "Where have you been?“ You shout immediately as your husband closes the door. He’s back late. Again. He sighs and pushes his hair out of his face, an exasperated look on his face. "Recording dragged on a bit.” He mutters and slips out of his shoes. “Really? Because I texted Michael and he said you all left two hours ago!” You end up shouting as tears of hurt prickle your eyes. “I just need to know, are you cheating on me?” You ask the question that’s been haunting you the past few weeks. 

 Calum stops in his tracks and looks up at your hurt face. “I would never do that! God, Y/N, we’re married for crying out loud. Why can’t you trust that I was writing songs?” His voice is loud and you roll your eyes. “Because the others said you all left two hours ago and you’ve been late home everyday for the past month. What am I meant to think?” A tear leaks out of your eye as Calum gets a pained look on his face. 

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Things I have learned from Fifty Shades Darker (part 4/?)

1. “Like the predator her is” - ding ding ding, Ana!
2. “my inner goddess at her most libidinous” - *throws up*
3. “I fire up Google to surf the net” - it is not, in fact 1900, and no one talks like that, just fyi. 
4. Oh, finally, we’re skipping over sex scenes, as in “fade to black”. Truth is, they are kind of repetitive. Repetitive = boring. Add to that Ana’s inner commentary and you understand while I’m always crying while reading this. Plot twist: they are not tears of joy.
5. I’m only on chapter 6. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE.
6. Oh, wait. We’re NOT skipping the sex scenes. I have been deceived. Lord have mercy.
7. Protagonist who doesn’t know how beautiful she supposedly is…check!
8. Protagonist who is “naive” and doesn’t realize how many guys are into her (all of them)…check!
9. “Mine, mine”- Christian would make a fine Gollum. Mine, my own, my preciouuuusssss.
10. But who would Sauron be in this scenario?
11. Christian’s theme song: Can’t Touch This by MC Hammer
12. These people are like rabbits. sexsexsexsexsexsex
13. “Enlighten me” - oh not this crap again…
14. Boys and their toys. Trust me, you’re better off not knowing. I want to gouge my eyes out.
15. If I never hear a “holy shit/holy cow/holy fuck” ever again in my life, it will be too soon.
16. Christian’s trademark “unruly copper hair” is enough to make him recognizable to photographers. Sure. Yeah, I’m totally buying that.
17. Ana’s! mind! is! a! jumble! of! exclamation! points!
18. I honestly find it unbelievable that every woman is smitten with this dude. This is not how real life works, author.
19. I’ve decided to replace the holy cows with other animals. Why should the focus only be on cows? OTHER ANIMALS DESERVE THE SPOTLIGHT.
20. “A man who has more money than sense and is a stalker par excellence” - redundant French aside, even you can see what a piece of work Christian is, Ana. Why don’t you tell him to go fuck himself? Oh wait, it’s because of looooove.
21. “par excellence”, “in situ” - authors writes stuff like this, but has the imagination of a headless chicken when it comes to Ana’s inner monologue.
22. Seriously, at this point, with all the crappy editing, I’m surprised that your/you’re and their/they’re are being used correctly.
23. Holy pink fairy armadillo.
24. I’m starting to think shit will go down at this charity event they’re attending. Maybe it’s more hoping than thinking, because I am bored out of my mind. How about throwing in a dinosaur attack? It can’t get more ridiculous than this, really.
26. Fuck your inner goddess and her dance moves and gymnastics and skating moves, Ana.
27. “why am I arguing with myself” - because you’re batshit cray-cray.
28. There’s a bid for the first dance with some ladies and Ana is participating, but it feels like a meat auction and my skin is crawling.
29. Ahahahaha, of course someone other than Christian is bidding on Ana’s dance. I forgot I wasn’t reading original/good literature.
30. Twilight is better than this shit.
31. 100k for a dance with Ana. Okay then.
32. And now for a quickie. Because nothing screams I must have sex with you now, other than dropping more than some people make in 10+ years for a dance.
33. Holy raspberry crazy ant.
34. Mrs. Robinson tells Ana that Christian loves her. And that he doesn’t realize it himself. I’ve stumbled upon a Hallmark classic. 
35. Only a week has gone by in book time. I feel like it’s been years. It’s been 84 years…
36. Ana drops more sass on Mrs. Robinson. Her inner monologue is that of a baby parrot learning to fly, but her outside is sassy and sarcastic. DEFINE YOUR CHARACTER, AUTHOR.
37. Christian has arranged for the doctor to come put Ana on birth control pills, without asking her, because his precious dick can’t handle condoms. He’s sensitive and shit.
38. Ana to Christian: “It’s my body”. Preach it, sister.
39. Christian to Ana: “It’s mine too.”Fuck off, you insensitive ass lamp.
40. Ana: “yes, my body is his… he knows better than I do.” For the love of…*sigh*
41. DUN DUN DUUUUN! Leila managed to slash the tires of Ana’s car and may or may not be in Christian’s apartment, because she is apparently a mastermind that can bypass thousands of dollars’ worth of security systems. Sure. I totally buy that.
42. I’m not even 50% done with this book, but I am 9000% done with it.

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prompt #28: ‘Marry me?’.

Note: Please send me prompts to busy myself here. You can find more drabbles like these here. Read it on ao3 here.

Sam takes the picture.

Dean and Cas, standing in front of the White House, Dean’s hands holding Cas’ sides, Cas’ hands resting on Dean’s upper back, pulling him in. Their lips meet softly, each tugging up into an unstoppable smile. Cas’ eyelids flutter closed, and with the rainbow lights radiantly beaming from the building behind them, Dean’s freckles are hard to miss.

“Marry me?” Dean breathes out as their lips part. “I don’t have a ring, or-”. He relaxes as Cas’ eyes light up, Dean’s bitten lip replaced with a breathless grin.
Cas grins wide, unable to contain his glee. He throws his arms around Dean, kissing his cheek and blinking back tears. Dean chuckles over his shoulder. “Is that a yes?”.
“Yes” Cas laughs, pulling back to look into Dean’s beautiful green eyes. “Yes, yes”.

Sam takes a few more secretly, of his brother and his angel all smiley and giggly and happy, because he knows at some point they’ll need it.

He posts the first picture on his snapchat, captioning it: ‘Dean and Cas are thrilled. #LoveWins’.

“Got a particular date in mind?” Sam grins as they head back to the Impala.

“Oh, I don’t know” Dean smiles, his eyes focused on Cas as he swings his arm around the ex-angel’s shoulders. Cas is still beaming, and his beautiful blue eyes are swimming with tears. Dean kisses Cas’ temple, leaning into his touch, before murmuring,
“How about September 18th?”.