but I figured I should just get it out into the world

A little rant

I know how it is to fight depression (and other mental illnesses), from my own experience. But why exactly is Gracie Gold depressed ? Sure, being first after SP at worlds and finishing off the podium is hard, but there are worse things in life.

Gracie should be thankful for everything she has, for the opportunities, support, health, youth. But i guess she just doesn’t have the character of a champion.

Look at some other examples.

After her win in Sochi, Adelina doesn't get much love. Only hate and death threats, she is bullied, not only from people out there but from biased media and its fake news and accusations, that can destroy her reputation and career. She doesn’t get much support world wide, she has to support her family and her sick sister, but still, she hasn’t lost her smile and joy.

Does Gracie really think her life is that hard?

But let us talk about Yuzuru Hanyu. When he became the rising star in his country, he didn’t get much love.  When he won his first national title and was on the top of the podium, he was fighting back the tears because the audience wasn’t that happy about the result. Even now he is blamed for a lot of things.

In Japan, figure skating is much more popular than in the US, so the pressure and expectations are bigger. It was hard for him to lose two world titles in a row, after everyone expected him to win, but after every failure, he comes back stronger. He knows that many people in his country  hate him (i heard something about a petition against his participation at worlds 2017) and it doesn’t matter what he is doing or not, he will  always be bashed. That’s why he is so often competing injured-  otherwise he would be blamed for being lazy, or a diva or whatever. He is fighting injuries, pain, expectations, asthma, haters and younger generations. But he is not losing hope, or the joy in life, or his fighting spirit.

Or how about Satoko Miyahara? She is pretty much ignored in Japan and isn’t really accepted in the figure skating world because of her small jumps. She can work as hard as she wants, but people just can’t wait to replace her with  a younger girl with bigger jumps. Some people call her “Cheatako” and when she wins a medal, she “doesn’t deserve it”. But she is still doing her job and is fighting for every point she can get from the judges.


The point of my rant is, Gracie is not "depressed".  She is suffering from self-pity, she can’t deal with failure and that’s her biggest problem. Too many people claim they are "depressed", as long as there is no official diagnosis from  a doctor, i don’t believe that she is “depressed”. 

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Hanamatsuiwaoi/Bokuakakurotsukki double dates.

It starts so innocently. They just want to grab dinner together. Each group had been so pleased when they heard there was another poly relationship in their volleyball world, figured they should at least get to know each other a little better, polyamorous support and all that jazz.

The problem starts with the fact that if you walk into a restaurant during dinner hours with eight people and no reservation you’re gonna sit your ass down and wait which just leads to lots of Hanamaki whining about how hungry he is and “can’t they just go to McDonald’s or something?” to which Akaashi responds “screw you this place has the best goddamn bread rolls I’ve ever tasted you don’t even know you don’t even know”. Meanwhile Oikawa is holding back Matsukawa after Salt Master Supreme™ (aka Tsukishima) made a snide remark about his eyebrows prompting a furious “well you’re dating a guy whose hair looks like a chicken!!” and then Kuroo is just crying like “why would you bring me into this I didn’t ask for this my hair is a burden you insensitive bastard”.

Then finally, FINALLY, the waitress manages to get them a table and when they sit down Akaashi immediately hogs all the bread rolls and starts devouring them and everyone else is pouncing, desperately trying to grab one because they are eight starving teenage boys. They try to order food but everyone has so much sass for everyone else’s order like “really? A salad? No wonder you’re a beanpole” “And you’re having shrimp, no wonder you’re so short” “OKAY HOW DARE-” and now it’s on because Iwa-chan’s height was brought up and Hana/Matsu/Oi are all of the same mindset of “only we get to make fun of our tiny boyfriend!!”  so they start going on about how Iwaizumi is fucking undefeated at practically everything and Bokuto is immediately like “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED” so they start arm wrestling right then and there, their boyfriends cheering in between receiving complaints from the other patrons about the ruckus. Bokuto and Iwa are so evenly matched, neither is moving but you can see their muscles straining and sweat dripping down their foreheads and their poor waitress keeps asking if they’re ready to order only to be sent away with a “NOT NOW” until finally they all hear a loud crack and suddenly crash and “holy shit, you guys broke the fucking table!” and yes, yes they did, one of the table legs snapped off and now their place settings and complementary waters are on the floor and the waitress in near tears and they all make a run for it as the manager shouts at them that they are never allowed back in this establishment again.

When they finally feel like they’re far enough away they stop, panting from the run, Makki, Oikawa, and Kuroo and start whining about how they got kicked out before they could get their food goddammit! And then Akaashi just reaches into his jacket and pulls out, just, and ungodly amount of bread rolls. There were not that many bread rolls at their table how even. But he’s actually nice this time and shares with the rest of them and they just start walking aimlessly, debating about whether Iwa or Bokuto would have won if the table hadn’t broken, and whether they’d get their pictures put in the restaurant’s offices like wanted posters. Kuroo gets hair tips from Oikawa. Bokuto and Iwaizumi try to pester Tsukki with ways to put on weight. Makki and Matsun try to tell Akaashi that he shouldn’t hog food so much only to almost die when Akaashi deadpans “how bout I do… anyway?” and the rest just start screaming because the meme squad is growing.

When they finally part ways, they all agree.

They should do this again sometime.


When I make my overnight oatmeal, one of the ingredients is a tablespoon of pecan pieces.  Spencer LOVES pecans and will come flying over as soon as he figures out that I’m making oatmeal.  He just gets one pecan piece a day, though–they’re high in fat, so definitely should’t be a dietary staple!  (Also check out the stealth Beanut in the last photo)

HxH headcanon

Tbh I actually think that if Meruem wasn’t like, the king of the chimera ants, wasn’t trying to take over the world, and wasn’t dead, then I could actually see him and Killua becoming friends. Like just think about it, Meruem really wants to protect Komugi just like Killua wants to protect Gon, but neither really understand their feelings other than the fact that they just want to stay with their companions forever. I feel that if they became friends then they could help each other figure out their feelings towards Gon/Komugi and they’d be bros. 

They just seem like similar characters to me so I think that they’d get along. Naturally there would be a distrust at first, but that would soon fade and change into friendship, a quiet sort. Meruem would understand Killua, and Killua would understand Meruem, so they would kind of silently communicate, leaving everyone else to wonder if they even spoke to each other at all. They might get matching t-shirts that said something silly like, (in Killua’s case); “I love Gon” and (in Meruem’s case); “I love Komugi” I don’t know, something goofy like that, that they could both relate to and not feel ashamed of wearing because the other was doing the same. They wouldn’t have the same kind of bond that Killua and Gon do obviously, but I think that they could be pretty close friends.

So, to basically sum this up, my new hc is that Killua and Meruem would be friends if the latter wasn’t dead/trying to rule the world/king of ants.

Musings on Classpect

Since I’ve been working more heavily through 1-on-1 chats (which I’m always open to, please message me), I’ve gotten to think through a lot of really neat ideas about class and aspect that you all never really get to see. That’s about to change, at least with this post. I’m thinking I might start compiling some of the interesting stuff I’ve come to think about into a series of posts (that may never really come to pass to be fair). While I consider it, have some philosophical musings that I use to help determine class and aspect without ever using a test, unreliable as those can be.

Aspect is how you see and understand the world and yourself, class is how you work with all that. More details under the cut.

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fixaidea  asked:

AU in which Les Amis find themselves in Middle Earth (or the HP wizarding world), assuming there's no language barrier? :)

I wish I could do Middle Earth because it sounds so interesting, but alas I am merely a tourist in Lord of the Rings Fandom, and I’d be too scared of getting everything wrong. I decided to go with HP instead; I couldn’t quite figure out how to just make them stumbled into the world, though, so… I… improvised. Also there is a lot of cosette and marius here, sorry……..

  • So, in this universe, Marius met Cosette during the summer, and cried for her during the rest of the year because she seemed to have mysteriously vanished; It’s only when Cosette turns eighteen (i’m making her slightly older here, bear with me, this is the french system), that Marius meets her again, and that they have a beautiful lovely time in may. Why? Because Cosette’s a witch, and went to Beauxbâtons (Fauchelevent, an old half-blood wizard, managed to sneak muggle Valjean in Beauxbâtons as help. How, why? All you need to know is that, in another more british life, Fauchelevent might as well has been a Slytherin).  
  • Now, the standard canon-era things happen, except for the fact that when Cosette realizes her dad and Marius went to the barricades, in the middle of the night, she freaks out, apparates near the fight, in her nightgown mind you, and proceed to break the magic secrecy thing pretty badly by saving everyone. Somehow. Marius would be mad if he knew people had seen his darling Cosette in a nightdress, but then again let’s say Marius is already knocked out at this point for plot reasons. That’s how les amis end up finding out about the magic world, and it’s a pretty big cultural shock…. 

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Summary: Y/N’s having her piano exam the next morning so the boys try to calm her down ((Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung edition)) 


A/N: OK EVERYONE THESE ARE SPECIAL TEXTS FOR THE ONE AND ONLY @trashytaetae Because as you could already figure out she’s having an exam tomorrow, which she should not worry about, bc she will ace it. I tried to make the texts from the boys she had higher fangirl level with bUT GIRL YOUR LANES AREN’T CLEAR FOR ME ANYMORE. And like I don’t even know why I made one for Jimin too. His name was already typed in so like… I was lazy??? But ok who can resist Jimin let’s just be clear. Btw if you happen to get to my lovely friend’s page, please leave a supporting message!! It would mean the world to me.
In the meantime, I hope everyone else enjoyed these, and feel free to request anytime!

I feel like I always post apologies and I don’t know if anyone ever sees them but again I’m sorry for those who have requested and it’s taking a while 💛 I’ve just been so out of it lately I can’t figure it out but it’s supposed to snow tomorrow which always kind of relaxes me and school break is also happening so I should relax a bit soon and get back into things. I also apologize that some of my headcannons are kind of sucky lately. Part of it is again because I’ve just been feeling so blah lately but sometimes the request is very vague and I have trouble coming up with stuff 🙈 So I hope you all understand and again thank you for all your support on this blog 💛 I never ever could have imagined how much I’ve grown in such a short amount of time and it means the world to me. And on a happier not if you’ve made it to the end of this long ramble has anyone listened to the new beauty and the beast soundtrack? because I just heard it and I’m obsessed.

I need an AU where when Loki wakes up on Svartalfheim he doesn’t go back to Asgard but instead goes to Earth with kind of a half-baked idea of helping Thor save the world (and maybe dying for real this time) but by the time he gets there it’s already over, Malekith is dead, and Loki is…adrift and not really sure what to do: everyone thinks he’s dead, and Loki’s not feeling a huge urge to correct them and get thrown back into prison.

so he stays lurking around, basically purposeless and depressed, aware that he should probably do something about the Thanos Problem but, like, what, and somehow this turns into Steve/Loki but I have not figured out how yet.


HEYO !! i am so so sorry about going mia, but i figured when i had the chance i should pop on and let everyone know what’s going on. SO, basically i am a college student with a full time job, so my only free day is either saturday or sunday and most days i’m getting up at five a.m. and coming home at 11 p.m., so i am TIRED. i am so so SO sorry about just popping off the face of the earth and i am so sorry about all of my late threads. when i have the energy to do them i will, but i can’t make any promises about a full comeback until summer break, which starts in late may for me.

again, i am so sorry about this but thank you so much for reading !! leia means SO much to me and seeing all of your support really means the world to me, i am just so stressed out right now irl that i can’t bring myself to be online much these days. i know that once summer break hits i’ll have a lot more free time and a lot less stress.



consider your point of view!: a post on word choice

there’s a lot of well-meaning writing advice out in the world. and they say things like “don’t use the word ‘said,’” or “use the word ‘said,’” or “don’t use epithets,” or “don’t use too many pronouns,” or – 

and besides being confusing and often contradictory, these pieces of advice usually fail to get at the actual principle behind the rules.  me, i like general principles.  they’re more flexible than rules and accommodate a large variety of situations.  so, let’s talk about something else instead, something that should inform pretty much every word you write: point of view.

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Imagine: Misha finding out you’re in love with him after Jensen gets drunk and reads your diary he found out loud.

Warnings: Nothing really, fluff?

Pairing: Jared x Jensen x Misha x Reader, Single! Misha x Reader

Word Count: 3180 (I’m so sorry)

A/N: Figured for Misha’s birthday I should write an imagine for him. So Happy Birthday to one of the greatest people on this planet who deserves all the love in the world. <3 (Just take note I do not think Jensen would be a jerk drunk it’s just an imagine, thank you.)


It was a late night on the Supernatural set and you guys finished filming earlier so decided to go to your house for drinks since you lived the closest. You’ve been best friends with Jared, Jensen and Misha for years ever since you started working on Supernatural but you felt more than a friendship with Misha. Ever since the first day you met him on set he was a shy and awkward, adorable guy but he still knew how to put a smile on your face and make you blush even just by saying hello and shaking your hand.

6 years later and that crazy adorable man still gives you butterflies and makes you blush like a school girl and to be honest you noticed sometimes he’d be a little red too. You never got the guts to ask him out but you were hopping one day he’d ask you out but the day hasn’t come and you were starting it never would.

Even some days he’d get jealous while you talked to some random guys on set, sometimes even when you get to close with Jared or Jensen. He wants to be the only guy you fall for, he wants to be the only guy who gets to feel your kisses, your cuddles and feel your love for the rest of his life. But he didn’t know if you felt the same. He could never get the courage to ask you terrified of rejection so now he’s just on a road of waiting, hopping one day you’d bring it up and ask him to be yours.

“Alrighty I got beer, whiskey, and shots of some random stuff I got at the bar. Who wants what?” You asked, walking the boys into the kitchen Misha behind you of course. “I’ll just have a beer, been a long day and got another one coming tomorrow.” Misha said giving you a small smile and running his fingers across yours while reaching for the bottle and shooting you a wink after, leaving you confused.

“I’ll have just a few shots, thanks y/n.” Jared commented, giving you a smile while taking a few shots to the living room. “I’ll have whiskey, I’ll be the tough one.” Jensen joked, taking a bottle of whiskey and walking into the living room leaving you and Misha to yourselves in the kitchen with awkward silence. “Uh, thanks for coming.” You smiled shyly while he smiled shyly back. “Of course, thanks for inviting me. I know I’m turning into an elder-“ you cut him off “Oh shut up, you’re just as young as Jared, Jensen and I are.” You gave him a nudge and he smiled even more then walked into the living room while you followed behind.


“Alrighty y/n, since this is your home why don’t you choose the movie” Jared said while taking a shot and sitting on the chair next to the couch while Jensen sat in the other which meant you got to sit on the couch with Misha all by yourself. “We can watch something scary. I got The Conjuring not to long ago and haven’t watched it yet cause really didn’t want to watch it alone if that sounds good to you guys?” you asked, bending over to get the movie and you could feel Misha’s eyes on you which you kinda liked.

“Sounds good to me, and if ya need someone to protect you I’m right here.” Jensen winked and joked, making Misha jealous. He felt his heart sunk into his chest and sat down on the couch smiling at the idea that you’ll be right next to him so if you get scared he can protect you. “You’re an idiot.” You joked and smiled, making him smile too while he took a sip of his whiskey.

It got to the scariest scene and you cuddled up into Misha, making him tense up but then relaxed when he realized you meant to do it. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into him more while you laid your head on his chest and gripped your hand onto his shirt. Jared smiled to himself, knowing Misha has had the dorkiest crush on you for years and was happy to see him finally happy with you. Jensen was drunk out of his mind and probably didn’t even notice anything.

The movie went off, Jared was eating ice cream while Jensen was sitting and trying to behave until he left to go to the bathroom but came back with your diary in his hand, making your heart stop cause all you ever wrote about in there was Misha. “Look what IIIIII found!!!!!” Jensen slurred and smiled, catching everyones attention. Misha and Jared looked at you with confusion but once they noticed the fear in your eyes they knew what it was, your diary.

“Jensen, put that down now.” You demanded. But he was to drunk to realize what he was doing was wrong, and of course he was to strong also so you couldn’t fight him off. “Give me the damn book Jensen please.” You begged, starting to feel your voice break from trying to hold back the tears and fear. “Jensen man come on give her the book.” Jared said calmly, trying to take the book from his hands but he pushed him away taking him to shock. “Jensen, please give y/n the book and sit down, you’re drunk.” Misha said calmly also, but nothing worked.

“August 1st 2015, today was a good day on set, I love Jared and Jensen like my brothers and of course I love Misha but it’s a different kind of –“ you cut him off by jumping on him to make him stop. “Jensen knock it the fuck off man! That’s my privacy and you’re invading it!” you yelled, trying to pull the book out of his hands but he kept reading. “love, I want to feel his kisses, his hugs, and I want to feel his hands allll over my body. I want them over my breasts, and damn that mouth.. all over my stomach down to my-“ that’s when you punched him so hard he fell backwards and dropped the book, giving you a chance to grab it and run away.


You went into the bathroom and slammed the door then locked it. You heard Misha running after you but you didn’t stop cause you were to embarrassed to face him. You were pissed at Jensen even though it wasn’t his fault cause he’s drunk but you were still pissed that he didn’t have one bit of sense in him to stop.

You leaned your back against the door and cried into your hands and kicked a trash can that was infront of you over in anger. You punched a hole in the wall and ripped your shower curtains off then punched the mirror, cutting up your hand. You were yelling and crying so loud you didn’t even hear Misha yelling for you on the other side of the door till after you fell back on the ground and sobbed into your lap.

“Sweetheart please, it’s me.” He said quietly with a broken voice. “Please let me in..”  you hesitated for a few minutes but then decided to let him in, maybe he felt the same but you doubted it. You slowly opened the door and quickly sat back on the floor and whipped your tears away with your sleeves till you felt two hands grip onto your wrists and pull them down and looked up and saw beautiful blue eyes looking into yours, making you feel warm inside. He kissed your tear stains on your cheeks which made you blush red as a tomato while he did too and gave him a small, sad smile.

“Jensen’s a dick when he’s drunk, I’m sorry he did that to you.” He looked at you with sadness, still holding onto your wrists and sitting infront of you never taking his eyes off yours. “It’s not your fault, it’s not his either cause he’s just shitfaced drunk but I don’t know it still hurt cause now I’m embarrassed and terrified cause I know you don’t feel the same which is fine cause who could love a girl like m-“ he cut you off. “Before you spill out all that bullshit, lets rinse your hands off in the sink and put a bandage over them. You forgot you cut up your hands really bad till he mentioned it and decided he was right so you stood up and washed your hands while he helped. He gently helped you wash the blood off your hands and gently wrapped the bandages over them hearing you wince in pain. “S-sorry, I’m done. Let’s go in your room.” He said quietly, taking your hand and walking you to your room.


He sat on the edge of your bed while you stood up and paced around the room nervously, knowing everything was about to come out and you were terrified for his response. “So what I was saying earlier. Yes, what I wrote in that diary was true. Yes I dream about feeling your kisses and hugs all day every day and I dream about you loving me but then my heart breaks when I wake up cause It isn’t real and I know it will never be. But it’s fine, cause nobody could ever love a girl like me especially a perfect man like you so..” by now your voice was breaking and you didn’t even realize you were in tears until you felt one hit your hand and you looked at Misha and he had the most heart breaking look on his face. He looked sad, like everything you just said killed him.

“Come here.” He said softly, hearing his voice break just by saying those two words. He stood up and wrapped his arms tightly around you. You buried your head in his chest and cried onto him while you heard a few sniffles of his own come from him. You looked up at him with confusion, wondering why he was crying too.

“Why are you crying?” “Do you know how heart breaking it is to hear the women you love talk so awful about herself? When she’s perfect in every way in your eyes? I love you, y/n. I should’ve told you so long ago but I was to scared to cause a perfect girl like you could never love a man like me, an elder man.” He joked, giving you a soft smile while you gave him one back and chuckled a little bit. “Ever since that day you walked on set with that big smile on your face I’ve loved you. God you like caught my heart right there and I’m sorry that I’m making this as Dean would say a “chick flic moment” but god I held all this in for way to long. I love you y/n. I love you, I love you, I love you. And god it feels so good to say that out loud, especially to you. Hell I think it makes me love you more, please love me too..” right after he said those last few words you put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him so hard he fell over and sat on the bed, placing his hands on your cheeks too and kissing just as hard back. You bit his lip softly and heard him moan under his breath which made you and him both smile.

After a few minutes of making out what should’ve happened so long ago you two had to catch a breath even though if you two could you would’ve kissed for hours, hell all night. “Damn, that was fantastic.” Misha said with the biggest smile on his face, his cheeks rose red and his eyes looked like they were full of life. “If you didn’t get the hint, I love you too.” You smiled, kissing him again. You were on his lap by now and had your arms wrapped around his neck while he had his hands on your hips, making you feel safe and sound in his arms. You brought him in for a tight hug and he of course hugged just as tight back. He squeezed you tight and dug his face into your neck, feeling him smile against it. “I think this was the happiest night of my life.” He mumbled into your neck. “Same here, speaking of night it’s like 4 am we should go to bed let’s go say goodnight to Jared and get Jensen a bucket to puke in and water.” He laughed and nodded in agreement, picking you up and pushing you against the wall and kissing you hard again, making you kiss back and run your fingers in his hair. “What was that for?” you smiled, making him smile too while he stared at your lips and licked his own. “Couldn’t resist.”


You walked into the living room to find Jared watching Family Guy while Jensen was asleep and drooling on his shoulder, making you and Misha chuckle catching Jareds attention. “Hey! Is everything alright between you two, and y/n your hands! Are you ok?” he whispered, trying not to wake Jensen up. “Yeah everything’s great with us, like the best they’ve ever been. And for my hands just cut them up is all but I’m fine really, I’m.. perfect. Best I’ve been in years.” You smiled at Misha while he smiled back then smiled at Jared seeing him smile too. He looked really happy, not counting that he’s dead tired from working nonstop.

“Good, I’m happy for you guys it’s been so long.” “Yeah you’re telling us” Misha laughed, making you and Jared laugh too while Jensen snored softly. “Well it’s 3:45 so why don’t we all go to bed, got a long day tomorrow, I’ll sleep in the chair while Jensen takes the couch, and lover boy can sleep with you but you two kids behave.” Jared winked, making you and Misha laugh. “I’m 41 aren’t I suppose to be the one telling you that?” “Meh, you’re still young.”

You left to go get Jared and Jensen some blankets and pillows and a bucket leaving Misha and Jared to talk. You came back and gave Jared everything then left with a goodnight and with Mishas hand in yours. You went into your bed room and he took off his pants which made you really confused. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I don’t like sleeping in Jeans and I have no pj pants here so..” you giggled and shook your head “it’s fine you dork.” He smiled and laid on your bed and wrapped up in your blankets and smiled. “What’s the smile for?” “Your bed smells like you which makes me happy.” God this man could say the simpilest things and give you a million butterflies.

You changed into a baggy black ac/dc shirt you have and just didn’t put pants on which made Misha drool over you even more. He looked at you and it looked like his eye color turned a darker blue and were full of lust but he knew you two had to be official and be dating for a little while before anything like that would happen. You sat in the bed and pulled the blankets over you, turned on Adult Swim and cuddled into him. He looked at you with passion in his eyes and cupped your face in his palm. “God you’re so beautiful.” You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips and laid back down into his arms. He ran his fingertips over your shoulders and leaned his head on yours making you smile even more.

You were close to being asleep until his sleepy voice caught you off guard and caught your attention. “Are you still awake?” “K-inda, why what’s wrong?” you said sleepily, running your thumb over his hand. “Nothing I just have a question.” His heart started to pound, worrying you’ deny his question but he had to ask. “Will you be mine?” your heart stopped at his question, like this was all just a dream and life was going to well for you but you weren’t going to let anything bring you down at this point. He must’ve token your silence for a no cause you felt him tense up and move his hand. “S-sorry, I just really and I just I thought-“ you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. “Of course” He smiled and placed his hand back on yours and cuddled into you while you cuddled into him and drifted off to sleep. “Goodnight, girlfriend.” He smiled, hearing himself say that warmed his heart especially knowing he was talking about you. “Goodnight, boyfriend.”


The next morning you woke up in panic mode when you realized Misha wasn’t in bed with you. Was it a dream, was it just the drinks getting the best of you and making you see stuff that wasn’t real? Your thoughts cut off when you heard his soft sleepy voice come in with breakfast in his arms. “Good morning sweetheart, figured you’d have a little headache from the drinks last night so I made you pancakes and have some Advil for you to take after with water.” You placed the things next to you and reached up and gave him a huge tight hug with a kiss after. “I love you so much, thank you.” “I love you so much too.”


After you finished eating you went into the living room to find Jensen awake on the couch with a rag on his head and bucket in his arms while Jared was sitting next to him and rubbing his back while he threw everything from last night up. After he finished and noticed you were in the room he gave you a heartbroken, guilty look. “Oh y/n, I’m so so sorry..I.. I was shitfaced drunk and I wasn’t myself you know if that was my right state of mind I wouldn’t of done that, I’m so sorry please forgive me I love ya like a sis.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a tight hug, feeling him give one back.

“You are definitely forgiven, if it wasn’t for you Misha and I would still be hiding our love for each other and wouldn’t be together so really, thank you.” And he was happy, you all were happy. One big happy family.

Ghoulish Falls


I didn’t expect to start posting story stuff like this so soon after I got on the site, but this story didn’t really want to leave me alone. It’s based on @cirilee‘s Ghoul AU, and it’s only the first chapter of many.

I will be posting this to my Fanfiction profile as well, but not right at this particular moment.

And so, without further ado….

Chapter 1: Welcome to Gravity Falls

Ah, summer vacation. No school, no homework, and all the time in the world to spend time with family and friends.

“Hey, look up ahead!” A teenage girl with her long, brown hair pulled back in a ponytail pointed at what was in front of the car as she started hopping up and down in her seat. “That must be it!”

“It should be, according to the directions we got.” The brown-haired teenage boy sitting behind the driver’s seat of the little car grinned at his passenger.

Or, if you happen to be us, take a road trip up the west coast from Piedmont, California, to a small town called Gravity Falls in Oregon in order to investigate the paranatural.

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anonymous asked:

How can I get to know and express my true self? I'm reserved and a bit shy. I feel like no one really knows me, not even me, family and close friend. I always need validation from others inorder to figure out who I am, especially to them. I'm curious how the world sees me. I care too much what everyone thinks and it's hard to "do what I want" when I overthink opinions. I feel trapped. Anxiety is eating me.

Hello there,

What might help you is taking some time to be alone and just do some thinking. Think about things like what you do with your time, who your friends are and what your interests are. These, along with many many other things, are what make you up and when you’re able to identify what makes you up then you should grow a better understanding of who you are. I also think that mentioning this to a friend might prompt a conversation which helps you figure this out too. This is something that will take time, but I think just by continuing to do what you do and also keeping in mind this journey of self discovery then you should get better at it over time. Just practice opening up and trying to talk to people about this which should help you over time. I hope this helps.

- Liam

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“Naminé-!” His voice was loud and clear. It reverberated several times throughout the empty mansion. As he looked around, he couldn’t help thinking to himself about the very first time he had been here. It was to figure out what was going on with him and why everything stopped being what it was. He didn’t want to dwell on the past especially not on today of all days. It was Naminé’s birthday and that was just one reason he had come back. 

When she didn’t respond, he made his way up to her room. Stepping over the various hazards on the floor, he couldn’t help but think to himself that one day, they should really clean this place up. Maybe ditch all the scary mythical creatures too. Maybe they could even get Sora and Kairi to help out. But definitely not Riku. No way. Not that asshole. 

He was at her door soon, thankful there was nothing to step over or to watch out for on the stairs. He knocked first, called her name and then he went in. She seemed lost in revere as she looked out the window. It reminded him of that time he had come looking for the sixth or seventh wonder of Twilight Town. She had been watching him outside the window and he had been watching her. He was still very grateful to her for telling him the things he needed to know even if they were painful to hear or think about. To realize just how true they were. She had never lied to him and he was thankful for that.

He walked up behind her, set his present down on the table and gently placed his hands over his eyes. “Guess who?!” He felt her shoulders go up in surprise, her small, delicate hands on his and he laughed. “Happy birthday, Naminé! I came back to spend the day with you.” Holding her hands in his, he lowered them so he could plant a soft kiss on her cheek. “There’s a present for you on the table. I thought it would make up for me not being here on Valentine’s and every other day.”

One was a gift of various assortments of white chocolate. They were all ones he had tried before and each had something different about them. No. They weren’t ice cream flavoured but they were still delicious. 

And the other… Well, Naminé would have to see that for herself. 

it’s on. me vs you. 
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Romance Analysis #6: Shifters Unbound Series

Shifters Unbound Series by Jennifer Ashely

I didn’t love this series. That being said, I still read three of the books and I am trying to figure out how I can get a hold of more of them, so Ashley’s doing something right. I started in the middle, because my library has a sad assortment of shifter books and I wanted to learn more about the sub-genre I want to write. This series was the first time I encountered an author who tried to explain why shifters exist and how the world knows about them. I appreciated her attempt at world-building (and certainly don’t think I could have managed to do better), but it was weird for me to suddenly be reading about Fae magic and how, upon the discovery of shifters, humans (literally) magically had the ability to contain and restrain this super-powerful species.

But that’s just me.

I should say that I listened to the books I read, and that the narrator was really good at her uber gruff voice, so the heroes all came off sounding super macho (and a little stilted). I’m considering reading another one of these on my Kindle so that I can try to get a feel for her characters without the bad narration in my head, although, after three books, I’m not sure how successful I’ll be.

Things I liked:

I really enjoyed the creation of Shifter culture and the fact that Shifters were an acknowledged thing that everyone knew about. There weren’t any weird “I have to tell you a secret” reveal scenes in these books and that was great. And Shifter culture was surprisingly sweet, at least, for books about uber macho alpha males. I loved the emphasis on family and physical touch and connection to one’s history.

I also enjoyed the variety in the books. There are books about shifters/humans, shifters/half-shifters, shifters/shifters, matings-of-convenience, etc. Jennifer Ashley is super prolific and there’s bound to be something for everyone in this series (even if the library doesn’t carry the books I wanted to check out.) Most of the human/shifter relationships carried an element of forbidden love, which I love and there are lots of instances of “we have to stay together for your safety” which is another favorite trope of mine.

Things I learned:

1. Less is more with your world building, especially for the shorter books I’m planning on writing. I ended up confused and annoyed by Ashley’s attempts at explaining the Shifters and their history and I found it just got in the way of the story. There might be something to be said for those awkward reveal scenes.

2. The books in your series don’t have to be about family members in order for them to connect. There were lots of recurring characters in the books and then when I looked them up, I found out that they had their own book or novella.

3. Don’t try to cram everything into your series. There was Fae magic, government conspiracy, Area 51, and genetic mutation in these books. Made for some interesting plot points, but I’m not reading these books for the moderately-paced action scenes and social commentary, I’m reading them for the love story. When your extra elements start to overwhelm the love story, back off a touch.

I made a promise to myself, that I wouldn’t buy any star wars merchandise until I could find and buy an action figure of A) Rey, B) Leia, (not in slave costume) C) Padme, or D)Mon Mothma in a store. So - maybe in twenty years.

Hand to God, what I want most out of this world right now is some decent female character star wars merch. A fancy TPM Amidala and Handmaidens doll set. A figurine series of Leia in any of her costumes besides the slave one. A wanted poster for Mon Mothma. Leia and the ewok village playsets. Rey and her speeder in ridiculous amounts of detail. A pair of soft plush Luke ‘n Leia dolls. A 'women of star wars’ planner set, with quotes, facts, and art scattered throughout the pages. Halloween costumes. Senator Padme with Senate box.

Just give me shiny, detailed female star wars merch, and I will give you all my money. This should be a simple thing to arrange! But it’s not.

Jill Ellis

So, I decided to search Jill Ellis on Twitter. That was a huge mistake. People are talking about how Krieger should be getting the starts and in the same tweet saying Jill Ellis is dumb or I hate Jill Ellis. Did people not read Kriegers post about cyber bullying and how enough is enough? She’s not just asking for it to stop for herself, she’s wanting it to stop completely. If Jill Ellis was a bad coach the US would not have won the World Cup, they would not be one of the favorites to win the Olympics, and they would not have gone undefeated the entire year. And she has stated that the purpose of all these friendlies going into the Olympics is to giver her a chance to try new things and figure out her different options since the roster is so small for the Olympics. She’s a damn good coach who understands the game and her players strengths and weaknesses. I trust Jill Ellis and whichever players end up going to Rio.

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anonymous asked:

i struggle with figuring out WHY i should grind and work hard and strive for excellence in the rat race or whatever. i have been working hard all throughout high school, i'm the valedictorian of my class, and i feel just as empty and unfulfilled as i would have had i slacked off for the past 4 years. what even is the point if all of life is just this struggle, this fight to get ahead? i can't stop thinking about the fact that in the end we all just die and our achievements are made meaningless

I mean this in the nicest possible way, but holy shit this is the most high school thing I have ever read in my life.

Look, all of this ennui and lack of direction you’re suffering? Don’t worry too much about it. You’re laying the groundwork for the wide world of choices you’re preparing yourself to have. I’ve talked a lot here in the last few days about how tough it can be, but very little about why it’s worth it. 

Right now, you are living with your parents and they are paying for your housing and clothing and food and entertainment. At some point in your life, you are going to need to pay your own cell phone bill so that you can keep refreshing tumblr. At some point, you are going to want to go on vacation somewhere amazing, and the only way you will be able to get there is with your own money. The nonsense you’re enduring right now? It’s all the life equivalent of getting a foot through the door. Your good grades and hard work are going to set you up to get into a good school, and the practice you’re getting working hard for your good grades is going to set you up for your professional life, where you have to learn job skills along the way so that you can succeed – which I define as the luxury of having choices in your life. Success is being able to say “no,” or being able to say “yes,” because you want to, not because you have to.  

We all work so we can live. I grind through it so that this July I can get on a flight to London and hang out with Lazlet and go to Cornwall and go to a WITCH MUSEUM. THEY HAVE A MUSEUM OF WITCHCRAFT DID YOU KNOW THAT? And also so that in November I can take another plane and go to Stockholm and then kick around Barcelona and go down to Italy. 

Yes, having to have a stiff upper lip sucks sometime but you can either contemplate the nihilism of hope or go eat some cake and visit a witch museum. I vote witch museum.