attempting-to-be-helpful

anonymous asked:

Honestly I'm getting tired of those asks being all suicidal and shit. Tumblr isn't the place to talk about those sort of problems, it just spreads negativity and helps NO ONE. I bet half of them just want attention anyway. I love this blog and all but for God's sake those asks are very annoying. Why do you even bother replying to them? You aren't certified for those sort of things, are you? And do you really care about those random suicidal asks that much? I doubt it. Tempted to unfollow tbh. :/

Hi there :)

I can honestly see why it can be annoying and yes I am obviously am not certified but I DO care. Don’t know why I wouldn’t and is rude of you to even say that I don’t. Yes, I do want those who are having suicidal thoughts to get professional help. Even if they are for attention, how would I know? If you want to unfollow, I respect that and thank you for following for the amount of time that you did and thank you for liking my blog but I will NEVER stop trying to give encouraging words. 

Maybe you and I can even talk about it one on one :)

Originally posted by supernatural-imagine-fanfiction

@deanssweetheart23 tormented me with this gif and most of the dialogue, so now I’m torturing back. Let’s call this a joint effort.


You leaned back in your chair with a yawn, stretching your arms up above your head. God you were exhausted, but you had to get this paper finished. It wasn’t due until tomorrow afternoon, but you knew that if you kept putting it off it would just get worse. Besides, despite your phenomenal procrastination abilities, you really hated rushing to finish things at the last second. You were more of a get-it-done-the-night-beforehand even-if-that-means-an-all-nighter girl. 

You squinted at the word document open on the screen, watching the little cursor appear and disappear at an almost hypnotizing rate. Writing it really shouldn’t be that hard, and you were making steady progress, it was just a lot slower than you’d like it to be. You risked a glance at the digital alarm clock across the room and immediately regretted it. It was far beyond late at night and had become early in the morning. When you looked back at the screen, your eyes began watering and you wiped at them tiredly. God the screen was bright… why the hell didn’t it dim anymore than that? 

“Sweetheart?” Dean’s low voice cut through the silence, making you jump. 

“Hey,” you said quietly, peeking up over the top of your laptop to look at where he had propped himself up on an elbow on the bed. “Sorry, is it too bright? I can go to the other room,” you said quickly, worried that you had woken him. 

“No, no it’s not that,” Dean said, his voice thick with sleep, “why aren’t you in bed yet?”

“I’m a little busy, D,” you reminded him with a small smile at the sight of his bedhead. Dean huffed out a sigh and collapsed back against the pillows. “I really can go outside if I’m bothering you,” you said in concern, but Dean just shook his head.

“S not that,” he mumbled, making you arch an eyebrow.

“Does the mighty Dean Winchester want to cuddle?” You teased, a full blown grin spreading across your face now. Dean groaned again, rolling his eyes as he flipped onto his side to face you.

I do not cuddle,” he informed you with a scowl. 

“Sure you don’t…” you chuckled, glancing back to your computer screen. 

“I just sleep better when you’re here, alright?” Dean admitted, rubbing his face and then running his hand through his hair. “Now come to bed already. It’s- shit, Y/N it’s two in the morning!”

“One more paragraph,” you bargained, blinking a few times as you tried to refocus on the page in front of you.

“Nope,” Dean mumbled, “need to hold you. C’mere.” When you looked up again, Dean’s eyes were bright from where he watched you, his head resting against the pillow. You had more to do, but dammit he looked so comfy.

“I gotta finish this, D…” you said, but he heard the hesitancy in your voice, saw the weakness. And god damn that man, he pouted. Those perfect lips combined with his puppy dog eyes completely did you in. You just couldn’t say no to him. With a little groan, you flipped the screen shut, making Dean’s face light up in a grin. You pushed out of your chair and made straight for the bed, where Dean had scooted over and pulled back the covers for you. 

A little sigh escaped your lips as you hit the mattress, letting the exhaustion finally wash over you. Dean pulled you in against him immediately, tangling his legs with yours and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled as he nuzzled against your neck, but your eyelids were already so heavy you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You barely felt Dean plant a soft kiss against your hair before you were asleep.

anonymous asked:

You really hate the idea of ziall as a couple?! Why cause they dont fit in with your fetishes. Doubt they're together but the way you said that was disrespectful man.

i don’t like the idea of ziall as a couple because zayn has said he thinks of niall as his little brother multiple times……………….

sorry, sweetheart, but i’m not into that.

me stating that i don’t like the idea of them as a couple isn’t disrespectful at all (it’s……..my opinion…………stated on……………my blog) and this ask is literally the dumbest and most nonsensical thing i’ve read on this website in the past 24 hours which is REALLYYYYYY saying something. please grow a brain and stop being such a ridiculously sad and bitter person.

truly Lena Luthor’s life is so tragic… nearly every single person she’s cared about has betrayed her… even Jack with the way he mistreated her due to her last name/making their breakup especially hard on her… she doesn’t even know how to have regular relationships… her general behavior is extremely odd (i.e. risking death at her original ceremony, showing up at Kara’s place of work in person, showing up at her home next, risking her life to stop a gang of bad guys, giving a reporter she liked unrestricted access to L-Corp, OVERFLOWING Kara’s entire office with flowers, asking Kara to talk her out of a dinner with Jack, telling Kara she promised she wouldn’t go see Jack because it was so dangerous and then doing it, literally being okay with the concept of herself being KILLED)… she’s seriously so sad and out of wack… Lena Luthor deserves to be cared for, helped, and loved I want the best for her and so does Kara Zor-El