because you deserve to live

don’t ever let anyone tell you intense pain during your period is normal. don’t let anyone convince you that you’re just over reacting or complaining. your pain is valid. your distress is valid. YOU are valid.

endometriosis has an average of 10 years to be diagnosed because of the stigma around menstruation. 10 fucking years of pain so bad you can be vomiting uncontrollably for DAYS. 10 years of being belittled by every doctor because they simply don’t understand. 10 years of crying because why isn’t anyone taking your pain seriously.

you have to keep going, you have to keep fighting. fight even when no one believes you. fight because you deserve to live without pain.

slytherin, a story.

we know.

we know there’s so much deeper to a slytherin than just snarky remarks and a jab of an insult. we know there’s a million more walls to fight through before we reach the core, the shielded fire of a slytherin; their heart, burning in ferocity as they take pride in everything they do.

we know that slytherins hold their head up high, never letting their guard down because they don’t know what they’ll do if someone taunts them, letting them make a fool of themselves.

because slytherins are just as heartless as we are; doing anything for the ones they love. they play within the rules, never bending or breaking them because they promised themselves that they will do what’s right for themselves after being ridiculed, shamed and left hanging.

because being a slytherin means working your ass off to achieve what you want, the swell of pride in your stomach after seeing your plan move with perfection.

being a slytherin means to be sharp and fast on your feet, quick and speedy and ready to run, run, run. because all you ever do is hide from the monsters and pray that someone else will slay them for you. because you are still a normal human being.

but being a slytherin means shattering one of your precious rules to help out a friend, to make them happy because you are loyal and you pick your companions wisely.

because being a slytherin means being a bitch and dropping the people who are toxic in your lives, because you know you deserve better.

being a slytherin means that you are the person people go to when they’re in need of a fighter, a person who doesn’t back down from danger because you will protect them because you are fierce and you will not step away from a challenge if it’s for someone you care for.

being a slytherin means ending the relationship first or never starting it at all because you don’t want to feel weak, you don’t want to cry when everything finishes. because you’d rather feel nothing than lose everything.

because a slytherin is sharp clothing, tight jeans and a wicked smirk, but it is also a fierce longing for everyone you care for to be safe. an ambition to keep your rules straight and to abide them so your life isn’t messy and it’s organized and neat.

because being a slytherin means sacrificing your own feelings to watch your beloved be happy, careful to overstep because you don’t want to lose something you never had in the first place.


So I played the demo of UnderTale and it’s such a cute game :o 

I haven’t been in the best mood so I made this to remind all of you (and myself) that you are filled with determination

Stay Determined~


Under the same stars, there’s some guy and he’s with his girl. He thinks he’s got all the time in the world and he’s right. And I hate him.

You don’t have to earn the right to live.

You don’t have to be productive to deserve happiness.

You don’t have to justify the space you take up in the world, the food you eat, the things you need physically or emotionally to keep moving forward another day. You deserve these things just because you are a living, breathing human being.

You don’t have to earn the right to live.

not the stars, but ourselves

A/N: I’ve had a “Snow and Charming are being exhausting with wedding planning and Emma needs a break so Killian takes them out on the Jolly Roger and they have a secret wedding with just the two of them” headcanon for so long and canon gave me the opportunity to write this. Also I’ve had Killian’s vows written for literally a year and wanted to work them into something eventually so here you go.

Rated G, 1.5k words, FFN

It has made me better loving you … it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter. -Henry James

Emma stood at the bow of the Jolly Roger, breathing in the relaxing scent of the cool, salty air. The wind was pleasant and the temperature surprisingly warm for how close the sun was to the horizon. Most importantly, the only sound was the creaking of the ship and the gentle crash of the waves below her feet. She loved her parents, truly she did, but with their arguing over wedding plans and their stubborn refusals to compromise even a little, she had just needed a break. Killian, being the incredibly intuitive man that he was, had suggested taking the ship out, and she had agreed almost before the question was out of his mouth.

She heard his footsteps on the deck behind her moments before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his nose into the crook of her neck. Her eyes drifted closed, revelling in the peace and security of being in his arms.

“Thank you for this,” she murmured. “I know they mean well, but if I have to hear one more argument about where we should get married or what food to have or whatever argument they’re having now I might just rip my hair out.”

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How can you hate an entire group of people just for being fat??

And don’t give me that crap about us “not taking care of ourselves” in the past few months I’ve taken tremendous care of myself and I’m very proud of that fact. Does that mean I’m gonna start dropping weight? Nope, I’ve got illnesses that make it super hard to lose weight.

But that doesn’t even matter.

Even if you are the unhealthiest person in the world, I’m still going to treat you with respect. Why? Because you’re a living, breathing, thinking, feeling human being who deserves it whether you’re a size 0 or a size 6x and higher.

So honestly fuck anyone who thinks I don’t deserve kindness because I’m fat.

To the person/people who I have spent too much of my time thinking about. To the person/people I have wasted my energy on. To person/people who I gave my all too, and received nothing in return. I hope you are out living life to the fullest because even you deserve to be happy.

I hope you find what you are looking for, and are finally content where you are. I hope you have the adventures and thrills you were seeking. I hope you meet people who genuinely care about you, and you genuinely care about. I hope only for the best, for you.

I hope we don’t meet again. And if we do, I hope you have changed. I hope you learned something.


✴Happy Birthday Sunshine!✴

♥ ♥ ♥

I love you so much and I can only hope that someday you’ll finally get all of the appreciation and care that you well and truly deserve around you.

You’re so strong and kind and full of determination, you work hard to achieve your goals which make them even more meaningful when you reach them.

You put up with much more than you should ever have had to in your life and although things won’t be the same for you ever again i still hope that from here on out you can try to feel at least some peace and joy in your last years, even if that isn’t a constant feeling.

You’re a selfless, strong, genuine, kind and wonderful person and I only hope that for once you try and think of yourself and your own wellbeing above others because you deserve to think of yourself first rather than their lives and their expectations, put yourself first. You’re too good to some.

No matter how your life turns out you’ve made me so so happy and you’ve helped me to feel comfortable with myself and how I’m feeling.

You let me know that it’s okay not to be happy all of the time, and that it’s okay to mess up and cry about it if i just pick myself back up again.

You gave me something to latch onto, that I could connect with, and you helped me to realise how I could help myself through all of the upset that I was going through, just through how you handle yours, and still get up everyday even with the weight of the world on your shoulders.


Happy birthday, Eren.


Jim Gordon x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink and alcohol

“But it’s date night!” Came your loud whine.

“It’s along the way, can’t take more than ten minutes,” Jim answered gruffly, he hated when you would whine. “Please? You’re usually such a good girl.”

That definitely wasn’t a lie. Usually you remained on your top behavior, Jim’s job was stressful enough and he shouldn’t have to worry about you. It was fun being a good girl at times. Of course, being a bad girl was equally as fun. Especially when you pushed Jim enough to get him to punish you.

“Look, YN, I love you and our night is important. I need to find to find where the gang keeps their weapons cache,” he pleaded, parking the car in front of a club.

“Please, daddy?” You pouted, arms crossed in front of your chest. “I never get to spend time with you since we came to Gotham. The city needs you, sure, but so do I.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you. That’s the last thing I want. It’s just really hard for kids on the street. I want to make it safer for them and for ours if we ever have children. Promise, I’ll make it up to you,” he said, attempting to make you see what he saw.

“I…fine! But just because the kids deserve good lives. I hate you, Gordon.”

He raised a brow, “What did you say?” Jim had set a few rules when the two of you had gotten together. One of them was to never refer to him using his name if you were alone.

“You heard me. I said it quite clearly, but if I need to say it again. I. Hate. You. Gordon,” you repeated with a sickly sweet smile.

His jaw tightened but nonetheless he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Jim never left without making you remember he loved you. “Be a good girl and wait in the car.” He slammed the car door as he exited, assuring you there was a punishment to come.

“Be a good girl and wait in the car,” you mimicked in a poor imitation of his voice.

-pov change. Jim-

“Detective Gordon, what can I do for you today my friend?”

“I need information about the oncoming gang wars happening. Where the weapons are more specifically,” I demanded, staring down the small man.

“I can’t give you that information,” he said in his annoying better than you voice, “Unless of course I can get a favor in return. Then, just maybe I can see what I can do for you.”

“What do you want Oswald? I don’t have all night,” I huffed, crossing my arms.

“I just need you to over look an endeavor of mine. Nothing to be worried about, still, you’ll know when it happens.”

I weighed my options carefully, Cobblepot, no matter how meek he seemed, was incredibly crafty. Still, the looming gang war was a bigger threat at the moment. “Fine have your way.”

Oswald provided me with known caches and rumored ones. “It’s always a pleasure doing business with you, Detective Gordon.”

“Wish I could say the same.” I turned on my heel, already feeling like a dirtier cop. If anyone had told me I would be doing this a year ago, there would be no way in hell I would believe them.

-pov change reader-

“Dddaadddyyy, I’m bored,” I whined as soon as he entered the car.

“Not right now, YN.”

One look at his face was enough to shut you up. “Yes, sir.”

The rest of your date was spent with short clipped answers and a cold shoulder. You figured it had to do with whoever he met at the club, still it hurt something awful.

“The movie was cool,” you tried for a conversation, “I didn’t expect the twist at the end.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever YN.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, leaning your head against the car window. It’s better not to try anymore. Jim would get over it in a couple of hours if you were lucky.

Upon returning to your shared apartment, you poured him a scotch and ran off to take a shower. Hopefully a good drink could win him over or at least get him into a better mood.

When you found him again, he was sat in front of the tv legs spread wide. “Sorry for misbehaving, daddy..” You whispered, taking a seat on his lap and nuzzling close, “How are you feeling?”

“Don’t apologize, little brat,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your neck, “You weren’t the one that ruined the night. Sorry about that, love. When I decided to join the GCPD, there was this image In my head but now… I just, didn’t expect life to be this way. This part of my life is perfect, don’t doubt that. Work turned into something darker.”

“Want to talk about it?”

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist, “No. It’s better for me if I kept these lives separated.”

You nodded your head, understanding. “Just remember, I’m always here for you. Even if you are a grump every now and then.” You giggled and gave him a quick kiss.

He chuckled and downed the rest of his scotch. “But you seem to love it. Now, I believe you owe me a punishment.”

Your eyes widened, in faux shock. “I’m an angel!” Still you slipped off of his lap and ran away, “Catch me if you can!”

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lie to yourself.

tell yourself you’re okay. you can do this. everything will be alright in the end.

if that’s what it takes to get through this, then bury your feelings as deep as you need to, and let yourself live. because you deserve to live, and you deserve love, and you deserve to be able to lie to yourself. for as long as you need to.

keep on telling yourself these things until they’re not lies anymore.

Hidden (Part 6)

It’s tempting for Jinyoung to sit still in his office when he knows he has more of his memories with Hanna stored away in the locked drawer below his desk. The ones he shredded in front of Soojung weren’t the last. He knew his heart would long for his late-wife (if he could call her that), so he had to keep the remaining photos elsewhere. As soon as break comes, he requests that no one interrupts him as he’ll be having his lunch alone. It’s the perfect excuse to get a glimpse of the memories after so long.

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anonymous asked:

not all larries are like that. and i love how you avoided the next part that i asked you. what do you have to say about harry giving a thumbs us to the girl with "larry" on her arm?

I literally don’t give a fuck about what signals you’re using to justify your invasive behavior!


ALL of them do. Factually. Every single one of you that still sits here and engages in theories about Louis and Harry’s personal lives not being real and all being a facade after they have told you to stop is harming them. Every single one of you that reblogs or posts theories about how a baby doesn’t exist is the problem. All of that has a direct impact on these people’s daily lives. There are no “good” Larries anymore unless you ship it the way people ship Narry or whatever, and that’s only a very small minority who do, and you clearly don’t, you believe there are secret codes and signals being sent to you from years back that validates your need to be obsessed about two men’s relationship in 2017 to the point that you believe they need to hear about it every day still and to deny that a child actually exists.

That’s a really fucked up mentality. That you can sit here and look at all the abuse and bullshit these people have to endure and then be all “BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SECRET SIGNALS” just shows you don’t care about the abuse or about what the people involved actually say. Your obsession about two men fucking each other in 2012 or 2015 or one day back in 2011 is paramount to everything these people have to go through for that. How messed up is that? How important is two men fucking each other back in 2011 to you that you can overlook everything else because you believe you deserve the truth about two men’s private lives? As if they owe you that to begin with?

If you can literally sit here after knowing these people have to receive death threats, sexual harassment, have children tormented even while grieving their mother, and then act like it doesn’t matter to you just shows what is important to you. It’s not Louis or Harry, it’s your fantasies.


Goodbye Rickon Stark (interpreted by Art Parkinson)

“Are we going home? I want my horse. And I want applecakes and butter and honey, and Shaggy. Are we going where Shaggydog is?”


“Well hello there! Welcome to the live stream!” Jack waved to the camera and beamed a warm smile at his fans. He couldn’t see them but he felt them in the room with him. “I know it’s been about seven months since I’ve been active on YouTube and for that I deeply apologize. I wanted to explain my absence to you guys because you deserve that much. I wanted to do a live stream instead of just a normal video because, you may have a lot of questions and to be honest I missed this time to just sit down with you guys and talk.” Jack looked down at his keyboard then back to his monitor. “The chat is fuckin’ nuts already, even with slow mode on.” Jack ran his fingers over his facial hair playing with it slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “ I tell ya what, I’m gonna be taking questions from Twitter and Tumblr because the chat is giving me an aneurysm.” He laughed at himself quietly. “Ok! So I’m just gonna dive right into it and hope you guys don’t think I’m crazy and call the authorities to commit me. So about seven months ago I started having like weird shit happen to me in the apartment. I was having trouble sleeping because of all the nightmares I was having and probably because of the sleep deprivation I began to hallucinate, well at least I thought they were hallucinations.” Jack paused for a second, unsure how to continue. “ During that period of time I went through absolute Hell..I don’t think I’ve ever felt so scared or just alone in my life.” Jack let out a breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “Now comes the part where you guys are going to think I’m nuts. I saw Antisepticeye…he is real.” Tears began to fill his eyes and run down his cheeks. “He hurt me during my time away from you guys. And actually he fractured my skull in two places. It seemed he was trying to break me down mentally or whatever and it fuckin’ worked. I was in hospital  for about three months for the injuries he gave me.”“ I dunno if he was always there in my head and just one day decided to mess with my life or if all the attention you guys gave him made him real. There’s so much fan art and stories about him and he told me that saying his name gave him power..” “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming you guys at all for what happened to me. I don’t know why it happened or why it suddenly stopped.” Jack put his head in his hands. The chat began to erupt with comments asking what was wrong with the video.
- “Dude, there’s something up with your camera. It’s all fuzzy and the audio is distorted at times.”
- “Is this a prank? Anti isn’t real. Jacks taking this too far.”
- “How is he doing the Anti edits on a live stream? That’s not possible.”
“Jack, who’s that behind you?”

Jack suddenly sat up straight and threw his head back. His eyes widened as the ocean blue of his irises turned black as coal. His body fell forward and smacked the desk he was sitting at. Everything was quiet for what seemed like hours. Waves of concern poured out from his community all over social media. Jack began laughing. At first quietly but growing in intensity. It was a laugh that made your blood curdle. Jack sat up slowly still laughing maniacally. “You all said my name..” Jack was gone. A muffled “help me!” Could be heard in the background. Anti pointed his clawed finger at the camera. “You all made this happen!” The camera glitched off and on making Anti’s movements look sporadic and unnatural. “I’ll let you all In on a little secret. But you can’t tell anyone.” Anti lifted his finger up to his lips in a shushing motion. “Your precious Darkiplier is real too. Great job on that one. You guys made us out of nothing so you only have yourselves to blame!” Oh and I’m here to torment Jack until his little heart gives out.“ Anti cackled as if he just told a joke only he thought was funny. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on your precious Jack.” The camera cut to black and all that could be heard before the stream abruptly ended was a deep and familiar voice. “Hello Anti..”

Have you ever been mistreated for being yourself?

By the word yourself, meaning flawed. You grew up having used to pimple breakouts, having darker and uneven skin tone with patches of scars and marks that you constantly want to hide. Being that kid who grew up in a middle class family who can’t even reach society’s unrealistic standard of beauty.

It’s hard, right. You grew up thinking that you need to be beautiful in order to be respected. You need to hide those hideous trademark of yours so you won’t lose your dignity. But the main question is, are you really happy with your life? Is their happiness, your happiness? Are you prepared to lose and deny yourself to gain society’s respect?

Don’t! “Love yourself first and most”, very common and overused but it’s really “you” that matters the most. Those patches of scars belongs to your childhood, those beautiful memories under the glimmering sun. Your marks represents yourself, how you overcome all odds and every trials and where you are right now. Your flaws define yourself as a person, on how well you lived life.

It’s okay to have curves, it’s okay to have darker skin tone, it’s okay to have stretch marks - it’s okay to be “you” and there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of! We’re just humans after all, we’re all flawed creatures and that’s our identity trademark. Own yourself, girl! Love and protect every bits and pieces of yourself because you belong to yourself. Eat more, live more, have a happier life because you deserved it too.
—  (d.g)