believe me when i say that

rikadivani  asked:

I'm kind of shocked you reblogged that post about neurotypical advice when I've seen you complaining about people giving you unsolicited advice for your chronic illnesses.

To me there is a difference between generally sound advice, and what is as you say, unsolicited advice from people who ignore what you have said, and insist they are right. 

I don’t mind any of those things, they are in fact great advice for most people and I think tumblr’s skewed anti-recovery rhetoric and baseline rejection of what are, lets face it, Basic Self Care Methods is highly toxic and harmful to those looking to start their path to recovery. 

For some people, drinking more water will help, for some people having a schedule and regular routine will help. To claim that these things flat out do not work at all, is false and harmful towards recovery. 

Where I get pissed off is when you have more severe issues, and people just willfully don’t get it. They refuse to believe that these things did not work for you, therefore you are a liar. 

I get a lot, A LOT, of daily messages from people asking me if I have tried XYZ for my recovery because it helped them, and more often than not I have to inform them I have, didn’t work for me, but thanks anyway. The response I get from that a lot of the time is “aw man that sucks, sorry to have bothered you then, hope you get something that works for you!” and I think to myself “what a nice person, I’m glad the thing helped them” and go about my day. Those messages do not make me mad because I genuinely believe they are sent with good intent. Sometimes it gets a little tiresome to repeat myself so often, but hey, they were just trying to help, and I’d rather live in a world where people try to help than where they don’t.

And then there’s the “If you just tried harder” squad who fall into my inbox every now and then, who don’t believe that some things can’t be cured, only managed. Who don’t believe me when I tell them I already do most of those things. Who tell me I am lying if I say XYZ doesn’t work because one time they had something vaguely wrong with them and it fixed them. 

They cannot perceive a reality where full recovery is not an option, and worse than that, they try to inflict that mindset on others and infer that we somehow deserve our suffering. Those people need to learn some of what they preach and try to be mindful, both of themselves and others. 

So yea, drink water, get sleep, eat regularly and try to be active. That shit is great advice for daily life. 

Just don’t be the asshole that sees someone talking about their health condition and immediately jump towards making suggestions. Listen to them, hear what they are saying and try to process it. If you still think you might have something helpful to say, go ahead, ask them if they have heard of, or if they think XYZ might help them. But don’t tell them that it will. And certainly do not tell them they just need to try harder then. Cause that shit ain’t right.

Dylan O'brien’s hair appreciation post

(From: dylanobemineforever)

First of all… Look. At This! (Do I need to say more? Yes? Well, prepare for your death!)

Dylan’s Mitch Rapp hair are doing things to me. Hallelujah.

Do you want another argument? Yes? Bitch, you fucking asked me to…

I am not paying for your casket! I warned you!

Also, it doesn’t matter of they’re short…

Because we’re talking about Dylan fucking O'Brien and he can literally pull off anything! Even the ‘I-just-woke-up’-look. You don’t belive me? You better watch the fuck out then!

What did I tell you? See! Still not convinced? Well, what do you think about this?

Cute and super hot at the same time! How are you even real?

But that’s not all folks! His hair even look good when they don’t look good… you don’t know what that means? Well, let me show you then!

See? See! What did I say?

And can we just talk about how fluffy they are for a moment, please? Like I just want to run my fingers through it! I can literally feel my fingertips itching for it… Don’t believe me? Well, have I been wrong so far? *sigh* You wanted this, so here we go.

Who even gave him the right? Who???

Okay, last but definitely DEFINITELY not least!!! Prepare y'all…!!!

Okay, well… damn. I think I am just gonna need Jesus after that one…


Okay this just got mildly aggressive…😂

Let me know what you think and if you enjoy posts like this one😁

This Was A Stupid Idea

Prompt from @fyotpprompts: I’ve been looking for the Vampire I made out with last Halloween for a year.  And I finally cornered him in a dead end, low lit, low trafficked alley, behind an abandoned building. I really didn’t think this through, AU.

I changed it up a little bit and I totally got carried away but yolo I guess

It’s been bugging Trini for over a year.

Zack dragged her to one party. The one time she left her dorm, the one time she left her quiet, peaceful life, she met someone. She met someone beautiful and funny and it was perfect for all of five seconds until she found out the truth.

That the girl she met was a goddamn vampire.

It’s natural for everything in Trini’s life to go obscenely wrong, of course. But a vampire?

Naturally, she found out when they were making out and the girl had bit her lip and it was damn good kiss and the bite was sexy as hell until her teeth were just a little too sharp and she was sucking just a little too hard and-

Then she was gone.

And the worst part is, Trini can’t get the damn girl out of her head.

She swears she sees her at the edge of her vision sometimes. Smirking, toying with her. In class, when she’s walking, when she’s eating. She sees this girl everywhere.

And honestly? She’s had enough.


Zack’s head flies up from where it is on the couch so fast that he falls onto the floor. He groans loudly, rubbing the back of his head soothingly. “What the fuck, T? Can’t a guy take a nap?”

“It’s Halloween this weekend. You’re taking me to that party we went to last year,” Trini says with finality, throwing his black leather jacket at him before throwing her own yellow bomber jacket onto her back. “Now c’mon, pretty boy. Make me look sexy.”

Zack grins excitedly up at Trini before hopping up off of the floor, putting his jacket on quickly. “Trying to get laid, Crazy Girl?”

Trini chuckles dryly, shaking her head at her own insane idea. “I wanna look like a damn meal.”


Zack does not disappoint Trini’s expectations one bit.

The night of the party, Zack slaps Trini’s hands away from her face, tutting disapprovingly as she tries to do her own hair and makeup. “No no, I got this. Just sit back and let the hottest pan in the house do his work.”

“Every time you say that I want to punch you in the face,” Trini rolls her eyes but sets her hands down, letting him do his magic.

“You’re just jealous I’m better at doing makeup than you are,” Zack smirks, grabbing a few brushes and a pallet of eyeshadow. “Put your contacts in before I start this, I’m not letting your watery eyes ruin my art.”

After an hour of letting Zack meticulously do Trini’s eye makeup, costume makeup, and hair (or as Trini liked to call it, torturing her), he finally lets her look in the mirror. 

Trini gasps slightly, barely recognizing herself in the mirror. Her braids are gone, her hair is tousled to look almost like it’s still wet, and her eye makeup in contrast to the blood red contacts is incredibly well done. Her lips were painted a deep red, and the fake bite marks on her neck are almost realistic. Paired with the deep cut black three quarter sleeve shirt and the connected black chokers on her neck, she looks nothing short of sexy.

“I have to hand it to you, Taylor, I look damn fine,” Trini smirks, turning slightly in the mirror to look at herself from a different angle. As she goes to flip her hair out, just to give it some more volume, she hears the telltale sound of a camera going off. Turning, she glares at Zack, who’s too busy admiring his picture to notice her angry eyes.

“What the fuck are you-”

“When you see this picture, you will love me,” Zack smirks, turning the phone around to show her the picture. Trini’s jaw drops, grabbing the phone from his hand and staring at the picture of herself in the mirror.

“And that, my darling little friend, is how to transform a mess into a full course meal,” Zack says smugly.

“If I wasn’t so impressed, I would beat the shit out of you for calling me a mess,” Trini breathes out slightly. “Now hurry up and get ready. And send me that picture, it’s going on my instagram.”



“I still can’t believe you made your username ‘tinytrini’.”

“I may be little, but I’m feisty.”


The party’s in full swing when Zack and Trini arrive. Naturally, Zack had to go as something that would “accentuate his body structure” as he put it, so he’s almost completely nude, posing as a male stripper. Trini rolls her eyes, thankful that she won’t have to be around his ass much longer tonight. She needs alcohol, half decent music, and that bitch of a vampire that won’t leave her alone.

The frat boys running the party eye her unashamedly, and she has to bite back the insults crawling up her throat so that she can get into this damn party.

Once inside, Zack whoops excitedly before running to the beer pong tables, leaving Trini to wander to the drinks alone. Snagging some of the jungle juice, she downs a whole cup as fast as she can before refilling it, nursing the second drink much longer than the first. After fifteen minutes of standing around uncomfortably with an empty drink, she moves to refill it a third time when someone presses up behind her.

“If I knew you’d look so good with those marks on your neck, I would’ve had my way with you a year ago.”

Trini turns slowly, much calmer on the outside than she is on the inside, coming face to face with the vampire girl from last year. In the light she can better distinguish her features; short, choppy brunette hair that somehow looks messy and perfectly placed at the same time, deep brown eyes, full lips curled into a devious smirk, and surprisingly tanned skin.

“Vampire,” is all Trini says, is all she can say. It’s not like she knows the girl’s name or anything.

“You remember me,” the girl’s lips curl even more than they were before, excitement noticeable in her facial features. Her eyes flash with some emotion, and Trini can’t tell if it’s a good one or a ‘I can’t wait to suck all of the blood out of your body’ one. “I’m surprised.”

“I’m not,” Trini scoffs. “You’ve been following me around for the last year. You aren’t that slick.”

“While that may be true,” the vampire drawls, stepping closer to Trini. Trini steps backwards with every step she takes forward until her lower back hits the countertop behind her, the vampire trapping her against it with her arms. “It’s definitely not the only reason you remember me.”

Trini doesn’t know if vampires have seduction powers or if she just really wants to get laid, but she’s grabbing at the back of the girl’s neck and yanking her down for a rough kiss immediately. She barely gets to run her tongue along the vampire’s bottom lip before the girl is laughing, stepping back slightly just out of Trini’s lip’s reach.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” the vampire chuckles darkly, and Trini can’t help the shiver run through her body at the way the nickname sound’s on the other girl’s lips. “If you want me, you’re going to have to find me.”

Before Trini can comprehend what the girl said, her head still spinning from the kiss they shared not moments before, the vampire is smirking and sulking off into the crowd, leaving Trini alone. Trini looks around frantically, trying to see where she went, but she can only see drunk frat boys and sorority girls.

Fuck,” Trini runs a hand through her hair before taking off into the crowd, trying to find the vampire. She makes it out of the kitchen and into the hallway, catching a glimpse of the vampire girl smirking at her teasingly before disappearing to the left. Trini runs down the hallway, shoving people out of the way to get there, but the girl is gone when she gets to the end of the hall.

“You’re getting closer,” Trini hears in her ears, turns to see no one around her paying attention to her, but her eyes catch the vampire climbing up the stairs, that damn smirk still on her face. Rolling her eyes with a groan, Trini runs up after her, running into the only empty room only to find no one there.

“Son of a-”

The sound of the door slamming behind her causes Trini to jump, turning around to see the vampire girl standing beside the doorway, arms crossed and teasing smirk firmly planted on her face.

“Well, you’ve found me,” the vampire says in a sickeningly sweet tone, one that actually scares Trini. The shorter girl realizes that she’s alone, upstairs, away from the party and away from all of the people, trapped in a room with a vampire.

She really should’ve thought this through.

“I saw your little picture on instagram, and I’ve been dying to see you,” the vampire admits, biting her lip slightly as she sulks closer to Trini with each step she takes. “Despite the fact that I’ve kept myself away from you, you have no. idea. how hard it’s been.”

Despite the fear in her veins, Trini can’t help but feel her confidence skyrocket as well as her desire for the girl in front of her. Smirking slightly, she takes a step forward, helping to close the distance between them.

“I think I at least deserve to know your name for all of the stalking you’ve been doing,” Trini says with a coy smile, her eyes twinkling in delight.

“I guess you’re right,” the vampire says as she comes to stand chest to chest with Trini, her head cocked to the side playfully. “It’s Kim.”

With that, the vampire, Kim, grasps at the back of Trini’s neck and tugs her in for a rough and passionate kiss. Trini groans into the kiss, Kim immediately taking the opportunity to brush her tongue against Trini’s, both girls moaning softly at the first touch.

Trini’s hand comes up to grasp at Kim’s neck, her other pulling her closer by her waist. Kim’s grip on Trini is almost vice like, probably because she’s a vampire and probably has super strength, but it doesn’t stop Trini from whimpering into the kiss. Kim’s kisses move downward to her jawline, nipping gently at her skin and soothing the irritated area with her tongue.

Kim,” Trini whimpers, nearly melting into the taller girl’s arms. Kim’s lips move from her jawline to just beneath her ear, nibbling on her earlobe playfully, causing Trini to groan loudly into the empty room.

“God I’ve been waiting for this,” Kim husks into her ear as her kisses move further down, closer to Trini’s pulse point, kissing harshly and making sure to mark Trini’s skin, to claim her. Trini’s a panting mess in her arms, moaning and whining with every kiss placed onto her skin. “And I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Trini manages to breathe out, too focused on the pleasure coursing through her veins due to Kim’s lips.

Suddenly Trini feels two sharp stabs of pain in her neck and she cries out loudly. She can feel the blood moving through her veins to her neck, can feel how Kim is sucking against her skin-

Then everything goes black.

Whoever said that it’s strong not to cry?

Let me just appreciate that even if Pokemon can be amusingly cartoony and sterotypical when trying to convey Pokemon genders pre-gender differences, other than that, the show is so good at affirming that crying and having emotions isn’t for girls only?

Like even a lot of good anime will have /someone/ among the main characters tell someone “Don’t cry, you’re a boy, aren’t you?” but like… here we have this kinda rough-talking, boy from a small town in the countryside (at the risk of sounding like Shootie/Trip early on…) who isn’t exactly the most sensitive with his words (despite his really high empathy, he just lacks tact) and whose first instinct to deal with his problems for the first three gens was to throw his weight onto them while screaming… and he cries a LOT.

Satoshi/Ash cries over parting ways with his friends and Pokemon, cries over others’ misfortunes (Lucario’s past, the deaths of various Pokemon like Victini and Celebi…)… and he just gently comforts his own Pokemon if he finds them crying. If he has a Pokemon particularly prone to crying (Gligar and Torkoal come to mind), he lets them cry it out.

As far as he’s concerned, there’s no shame in it, as long as you try.

The same thing goes for the show itself, a lot of the ending songs across generations have repeated motifs (some that show up in some other kodomo anime I see, so maybe a shared theme?) of crying all you need to, then getting up to try again—just really positive and uplifting.

The show’s overall message of there always being someone better, so you have to keep pushing forward, despite defeats and setbacks, helps sell it too.

^^^^That’s actually what promoted all this, my favourite endings were Smile and Soko ni Sora ga Aru Kara/Because the Sky is There from Advanced Generation and Kokoro no Fanfare/Fanfare of the Heart from the Best Wishes! series…

The tears you shed now,
Unable to hold them back, are shining
Even so, that doesn’t change
The unrestrained wind that moves your heart

It’s important to try hard, but
If your strength only exists
To hide your honest weakness,
You’re better off without it.

Even if you can’t see it now,
It is certainly there in your heart:
The strength to keep believing in something
Awaits your smile.

(Smile, first TV cut)

All people wander through today,
Little travelers
Sometimes getting lost, sometimes straying
As they search for tomorrow

Escape from being hurt,
Even if you can’t move today
There’s nothing to lose,

(Smile, second TV cut— the last verse ends the same way, as the first cut)

Whoever said
That it’s strong not to cry?
Cry with all your might, then look, raise your head
I say goodbye to yesterday
When I ran from the things that hurt me
Though the wind is still strong

(Kokoro no Fanfare, first TV cut)

Whoever said
That being by yourself is better than being with everyone?
Surely, somewhere they’re thinking of you
The higher the mountain, when you look down
The better it feels
Though the path ahead is still very long

You keep growing, bigger and bigger
One more centimeter until you reach the blue sky
It’s okay to get nervous
It’s okay to get worried
Let’s go down the path we believe in!

(Kokoro no Fanfare, second TV cut)

Those that haven’t been hurt cannot see the blue sky.
On a journey you hesitate to walk on, your life will shine.

(Soko ni Sora ga Aru Kara/Because the Sky is There)

It’s not anybody’s fault when you fall down the road
Just lie down and look at the blue sky
The tear flowing down your cheek is not a glimmering decoration
Do not forget the joy of life today
Got off your knees and stood up
Your back is stained
But the pain of the mud-covered scar is cheering you on

(Te wo Tsunagou/Let’s Hold Hands, TV cut)

Your most important friend is not here right now
But please aim for that promise and that same dream
No matter how small your strength is, even to the point of helplessness
Please believe on the day our promise will be fulfilled

(Te wo Tsunagou/Let’s Hold Hands, full version)

Was this post just an excuse to post sweet, uplifting Pokemon lyrics? Maaaybe.

the most unrealistic thing about Neo Yokio is that we’re expected to believe Kaz Kaan wouldn’t recognize a Louis Vitton bag when he saw one

When I was really little my mom used to say she would call Santa to tell him how bad my sister and I were being.

One day I guess we were extra bad and she straight up threatened to call the Devil

I didn’t even believe in the devil and it’s still ingrained in me

untoasted-toast  asked:

Hey what happened to the discord server? Did i miss smth?

yeah you did, *insert nervous laughter here*.
So here’s what happened to Witch’s Path: I was feeling overwhelmed by a lot of the drama going on behind the scenes. Initially, I wanted to close the server. The plan was to make an announcement and leave it open for at least a full day if not more so people could friend people, save resources and find other servers to move too. 
But Liv begged me to give her the server so she could be “the hero who saved the server” is how she put it multiple times I believe. I gave it to her because I was stressed and tired and she was begging so hard. 
When she had it, she began to completely overhaul it, and as expected, some people didn’t like the changes she made. She elected friends to the Go To position without consulting anyone. Not to say that they aren’t all completely capable witches/Magick Practitioners, just that people were frustrated for not being consulted. Most of the go tos that were elected during when I was running it left because they didn’t like what they were seeing. She condoned one of her new Go Tos bullying a member out of the server and even sending that member hateful messages after she left as “Just expressing an opinion”.
When she started receiving Criticism, Liv went on the defense, defending her actions thusfar, but she also began to panic. and she let that panic get the best of her. She posted an announcement in WP stating that she would be deleting it in 5 minutes. This caused a panic among members. Which is reasonable. She then deleted that message as I quickly slapped together a server for people to flood into as Liv changed her mind to deleting WP and starting from scratch with a new server. Then she scrapped the new server idea. 
She confronted me and attempted to blame me for not leaving her instructions on how to run the server in my absence. There is no Rule Book for being an Admin. Its half the stress of the job. I think me refusing to agree with her point of view made her snap and just delete the server outright. 
We fought after that, arguing about how I didn’t want her to be a mod on the new server I’m trying to build. She left our conversation, and appears to have blocked me on Discord. 
That, to my knowledge, is the whole truth of the matter, though I’m sure she would not agree with me. But I think i’ve set the record straight as best I can. 
I’m sorry this all had to happen, and that it happened in this way. please let me know if there’s something I can do to help you. 
- Aesa <3

anonymous asked:

Harry said he has hooked up with a fan when they played “never have I ever” on the Ellen show so....... idk that confuses me

Harry, and of the rest of them, lie all the time. They lie to cultivate an image, or a brand. Harry’s brand is someone who girls can fantasize about, and saying he’s hooked up with fans allows them to believe they have a chance. It’s that simple. 

romanaisalive  asked:

I'm not sure which I like better, your posts or your username (seriously, they're both fantastic)

Thank you! 😘 It took me ages to chose a name… you know that thing when you think of a name and Tumblr says ‘already taken’ grrrr I’m sure I went through twenty or more names…. couldn’t believe it when I finally got lucky. ☺️

anonymous asked:

what did susan's dogs tweet say? it was deleted :(

Oh! That’s interesting that it was deleted! She (he?) kinda acknowledged that his son was playing William. But if you ask me, it’s shady as hell, and I can’t believe that William’s face would be leaked so easily, just after the NYCC panel when we learnt there was an actual actor playing his role. I can’t believe he’s going to be a “famous” face either. And this guy is too old anyway. This is pure Fox / CC secrecy and trolling I think. 

anonymous asked:

How the fuck are you so got dam cute

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Thank you anon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even if you don’t believe I’m cute, thank you for being nice to me (◕‿◕✿)
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I think I’ve officially reached that state of Old that means I can no longer put up with the bs this platform churns out on a daily basis.

You guys are free to unfollow me. Definitely unfollow me if I say some shit that makes you uncomfortable. But don’t come whining to me with receipts when I reblog a totally innocent fucking post about cats because the person who runs the blog happened to say or believe some shit you didn’t like. I don’t care. I’m not interested in drama, I just want to post about cats and video games.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm not sure what to do. I want to join the military but I'm professionally diagnosed with autism (a diagnosis I got last year when I was 16) and I'm very happy to be in the autistic community. However, I don't think the military will accept me because I'm autistic so my mum is urging me to say that my diagnosis was wrong and stuff in order to get accepted. I feel conflicted

I don’t know if autism is one of the things that they do not allow. If it is, and you lie about the diagnosis, and they find out, then you subject yourself to a dishonorable discharge I believe. I don’t know exactly how it works when you lie on your admittance forms.

The other option is asking for a medical waiver. I have no idea how that works, however.

I will say, that I know autistics that are in the military that refuse to get evaluated, and I know that also extends to several partners and children of military officers. Whether or not that means they are just afraid because of the stigma or because they are worried about discharge, I do not know.

Either way, I would not count on being able to serve without further research. I don’t know how anything about how it might work in countries outside of the US.

beckyisacow  asked:

• You would not believe😲 ur eyes 👀👀 if ten million fireflies 🐝🐝 lit 👌💯 up⬆️ the world 🌏🌎🌍 as I fell asleep😴😪 cause they fill the open air 💨💨 and leave tear drops 💦💦 everywhere you'd think 🤔 me rude but I would just stand 🚹 and stare 👁👀 I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth 🌍🌎 turns ↩↪ slowly its hard to say I'd rather stay awake 😑 when im asleep😴😪cause everything is never🚫🚫as it seems. Cause id get a thousand hugs 🙌🙌

anonymous asked:

"Hey, uh... remember a while back when the whole Eva thing was going to shit and you said it was going to shit and I didn't believe you and then everything went to /so much shit/ that I... look, I just wanted to say thanks for trying to warn me, and, uh, you wanna go get a drink or something? I need to get my mind off stuff..." ((@ask-the-disillusioned-romantic))

“My treat, though I will cut you off after a while.“


Believe me when I say literally the only radio station around here worth listening to is the classic country station and if you’re ever in my car there’s a damn good chance we’re gonna hear some Alabama, some Terri Clark, some Garth, and definitely some Randy Travis