because i just can't with him lately

i just want seven to bee happy

based off of this

I look for you everywhere. Even in places I know you won’t be. I still look because i keep hoping that maybe one day you just might come back to me.
—  D…

you know as much as i miss seeing yongguk and wish him a speedy recovery, it’s important to remember that recovering from mental illness is a very long process. i don’t know a lot about panic disorder, but as someone who struggles with anxiety, i can say that it’s hard to deal with anxiety and i can’t even imagine the struggle that yongguk is going through. i’ve had a lot of anxiety since october and last week i was finally able to overcome that anxiety. if it took me four months to get over having anxiety, i can’t imagine how long it would take to heal and/or deal with having panic disorder. 

Sorry for not being super active but I’ve been working on a really big animation so I haven’t been able to just doodle lately /cries in corner/ 

Anyway, a quick sketch of Killua because he’s my favorite and because I need to frigin’ learn how to draw him proper. 

a little farmers market thing

The op of this post said i could write something based on their headcanon so here it is.

ETA: now jaradel and I are co-writing this verse, over at AO3!

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How he can wear flannel in this weather is anyone’s guess.

But Bitty doesn’t mind the way he sweats as he moves carts of ripe tomatoes and bulbous squashes from truck to table. A bead glistens at his forehead, slides down the slope of his nose to linger on the tip of his chin. His arms stretch taut, muscles bunched, around the crates as he hefts them. The mop of dark hair above his eyebrows is damp, misshapen from the press of his baseball cap, discarded at the side of the register. As Bitty watches, a tuft of bangs becomes unmoored from where he’s combed it aside and flops down almost to his eyes. He doesn’t move to dislodge it. Bitty itches to cross the aisle and slide in behind the Zimmermann Farms table, lift one hand and brush it out of the way without a single word.

He bites his lip and looks down at his own table. Really, he should be rearranging the scones or sorting the loaves or something, but every single week, as this “Mr. Zimmermann” (Bitty has no idea of his first name) unloads his wares, Bitty’s reduced to a staring, flushing mess. Nobody ought to look like that. Nobody especially ought to look like that when they’re toting vegetables. It almost makes Bitty want to eat a healthy diet. Or grow green beans. Or something, some excuse to have a conversation with this square-jawed, droopy-eyed farmer who, when he smiles at a customer, makes Bitty’s toes curl up in his sandals. Maybe he should pick up some rhubarb for a pie.

Yes, rhubarb… and it’s a little early in the season for pumpkins, but when fall rolls around maybe he’ll have pumpkins and … and oh dear Bitty is staring isn’t he.

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I’ve been staying up late,
And making up excuses,
Saying it’s because I have so much to do.

But in reality,
I’m just staying up late
Because I can’t stop thinking about you.

—  M.D.

i just. find myself looking at photos of raúl being a complete dork or attempting to be a supermodel or pouring his heart out on stage and suddenly i’m and bursting into uncontrollable tears and overwhelmed with so much emotion because this man fucking. saved my life. i wouldn’t be here without him. and i am so, so thankful for his existence. for his talents, his smile, his energy, his compassion, his warm heart. his impact on my life, my personality, and my emotional and mental states has been more than i could have ever thought possible. but these last four-ish years have brought me smiles, love, and hope all thanks to this man and everything he does.

aetheremployeezenith  asked:

There's a box left on Faba's desk with a note stuck to it with a pizza sticker. The note reads: "I know this is late, but I had to get it imported and it took a while to ship overseas. This is the stuff you use on your hands right? Smells amazing. Happy birthday, doc."

“Zenith…” 

“Thank you. This is very thoughtful.” 

I had one of those nights again. The nights that I’m wide awake late at night, I don’t feel comfortable, my anxiety way too high. I’m just left staring at my computer screen trying to distract myself so I can go to bed. I so desperately wanted to call you because your voice was always one to calm me down. It made everything wrong to right. Not saying I can’t take care of myself but your admiring ways made the process ten times easier than me doing it myself. I wish you could’ve been there that one last time to make my mind stop racing.
When He Can't Sleep

When He Can’t Sleep
A/N: I couldn’t sleep and wanted to make some more fluff/randomness so here you go – update!!!
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Newt: When Newt couldn’t sleep, it was because he was overthinking or just had a stressful day. You two would be in bed and he’d toss and turn a bit, making it harder for you to go to sleep but not impossible. Sometimes you’d stay up with him but most nights you’d pass out from exhaustion. When you were asleep he’d always trace words on your back and arms. He’d trace your name and his, he’d trace words he thought of when he thought of you, he’d trace the name of the color of your eyes and hair- anything that he could relate to you he wrote. He’d often side track himself with thoughts of you and end up smiling and falling asleep unknowingly. Sometimes, since his nails were uncut and often jagged, you’d have the faint white lines of letters on your arm or shoulder - once on your stomach even. It made you smile whenever you were able to make out words, knowing they were about you - some made you giggle at times even.
Even in your sleep, you helped Newt and even in his most exhausting moments, he made you smile.

Gally: Gally rarely had trouble sleeping. He was often dead tired from working all day that he’d just shut off his mind and sleep. But some days he was too tired too sleep -oddly put but truly said- or he was just having an off day and was unable to rest. Whenever this happened, you’d know exactly when you woke up. Your hair would typically be in your face and a bit messy but on his restless nights, Gally would braid it and play with it - and in the mornings your hair was neatly over your shoulder and out of your way, looking decent and often cute.
After the long time of building basically all the time, Gally got used to always working with his hands, so messing with your hair would often distract him or tire him out enough to finally go to sleep. You never complained, you found it cute even, but the morning after those restless night he’d give you one of his sheepish grins. Already knowing how you were going to gush over how good your hair looked because of him.

Alby: Alby had a restless night once every two weeks normally. He would always be stressed over the new greenie or on the next shipment coming up. He’d worry about everything and anything and eventually it would build up. You knew his restless nights because his restless nights became your restless nights. You’d often fall asleep but not long after be shook awake - Alby’s begging look almost barely seen in the dark. You’d face him and ask what was going on in his head and he’d talk - maybe for half an hour straight usually. Then you’d give advice or input, or sometimes just agree and let out some of your own worries or frustrations.
After a few hours of this, you guys no longer talked of worries and such. It would be too late to sleep so you’d both just stay up - talking, cuddling, exchanging small kisses. And the day after, Alby would be less stressed and even happier.
You never minded Alby’s restless nights - the sleepiness the next day was worth it to see that wider grin and hear those extra laughs coming from your boyfriend.

Thomas: Thomas had a lot of restless nights - nights where he never went to sleep or would go to sleep late into the night. He’d never wake you up for them, but you knew he had them because sometimes you’d hear him talking in your half awake state. He’d talk to you, never once waking you and always checking first to make sure you were sleep before he began. He’d talk of his random memories and the maze and his ideas – he could go on forever it almost seemed. You never actually let him know you were awake for some of those nights, instead you just let him vent and then you’d wait until he fell asleep or you’d drift back into your own slumber once again.
Thomas wanted to talk to someone about what went on in his head but he only truly trusted you with what he wanted to say - but at the same time, never wanted to overwhelm you. So, he’d resorted to telling you while you slept - you found it endearing and also a bit saddening. You wanted him to be able to talk to you - preferably when you were awake.

fratboy!calum can’t believe his luck, can’t believe that you actually agreed to go with him to one of his frat’s parties. he’s really not sure why you agreed, but considering he’d been crushing on you ever since his gaze landed on you when he arrived late to your shared class on the first day this semester and always found himself uncharacteristically tongue-tied whenever he even so much as thought about speaking to you, he’s not questioning his luck and since you going to one of his frat parties with him means he’ll be in his element, he’s also planning on trying his damn hardest to impress you  – beginning by dominating in the round of beer pong his frat brother, michael, had challenged him to. 

you two pair up against michael and one of calum’s other frat brothers, luke, and even though calum thinks it’s an unfair setup, he reassures you that you have nothing to worry about and that he’ll make sure that you two win. while he refused to lose in order to impress you, he hadn’t expected to be the one being impressed when you ended up being the reason for your victory – making shot after shot and getting michael and luke to down cup after cup until the two of you were victorious. he can’t help but be dumbfounded at your apparent beer pong skills, wondering how you were such an expert and then (glumly) mumbling about how he’d hoped to impress you by being the one to win the round for the two of you. his mood quickly turns back around when you tell him that he doesn’t need to try to impress you because he already does without even trying – that’s why you agreed to go with him to the party in the first place. the game of beer pong is all but forgotten when you ask him if he wants to dance and he’s hoping that by the end of the night, it’s not just the way he moves his hips on the dance floor that impresses you.

for defcliff0rd and tokyoluke‘s fratboy!5sos night

In the beginning of the comic, we hardly see Holster with glasses. I feel like it’s only when we are halfway through he starts wearing them around more, and lately he’s been wearing them a lot.

Headcanon that it’s because he used to have a weird macho hangup against wearing glasses around, because he thought it would make him seem “weak” and thus “feminine” somehow (this is A Thing, I have had more than one male friend walk around half-blind than be seen in their glasses, and yeah, it’s as stupid as it sounds)

But since living in the Haus and listening to Shitty rail about toxic masculinity and the stupidity of weakness being equated with femininity and all that jazz, he slowly starts realizing that he’s being ridiculous. First he leaves his contact stuff out in his and Ransom’s room instead of hiding it in his bathroom bag (and Rans says nothing about it, because why would he?)

Then he decides one morning that it’s too much work to put his contacts in so he just says fuck it and wears his glasses to class. One of the pretty girls he always tries to sit next to says I didn’t know you wore glasses, (and the way she says it sounds like a compliment, so he’s happy about that too) but other than that, still nothing – no chirps from the team, no passed remarks at a party

So he wears them more often, because fuck it, he looks good. And he is very nearly blind.

I feel like Peter’s still really scared of being rejected again - Balth hasn’t exactly been the most receptive lately & so he tries to come off as casual so that if he gets shut down he can play it off as no big deal

And Balth’s been pulling away because like he believes that Peter just wants something casual, despite him saying that what he misses is hand-holding (!!!)