but i am giving up something

anonymous asked:

I am always so curious in learning new things, but I get so concerned in where I get my information. I always end up diving into constant Google searching. Google's great but I want something to give me exactly what I am looking for, instead of having to rearrange words and sentences to find what I am looking for. I need an easier way to gather information, opinions, and facts, what do you suggest?

good for you!! I totally agree with questioning information and finding reliable sources. So much “information” out there today is fake, misinterpreted, misrepresented or under researched  

Whenever I’m researching something I generally do the classic google search but make sure I’m using websites that i trust (government, university, peer reviewed journals) and identify if the source I’m using has a reason to be biased (e.g. has a food company made donations to government research regarding diet?) I also like to make sure the same idea can be found in multiple souces

this is a great way to make google more effective 










I’m also a big fan of google Scholar where you can find peer reviewed (mostly) scientific journal article on the key words you search (just google “google scholar” to find it

and don’t forget your google tools where you can filter your results

:) does anyone else have any tips tricks or ideas???

mod Jay :D

Kibble. Seriously… I am a goddess, an actual GODDESS, and they give me kibble.

I’m Athena, and don’t get me wrong. These humans at Providence Animal Center in Media, Pennsylvania, mean well. But I ask you: Do goddesses eat kibble? Let me answer: No, we do not.

You know what we DO like? We like being worshiped. That’s something goddesses expect, in fact. But that doesn’t mean we are mean or stuck-up. I, for instance, enjoy showering my human worshipers with purrs, and also like other animals, cats AND dogs.

I am a very democratic goddess! (But I still don’t think they should force me to eat kibble.)

Do you know what else I’d like? A home. I ended up here because someone – no doubt an evil god! – cursed me. But now I am free of that curse, so anyone who adopts me will find their life is one long spring day of joy and flowers and stardust and… I don’t know… birds singing? Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen for you!

I am around 6 years old in goddess years, and as you might expect, I have a special minion here at the shelter who has sponsored my adoption fee, so if you are the great home I’ve been waiting for, you can save that money and spend it buying me delicacies. Deal?

Then email Marissa, my “cat"vocate,” at mgiangiordano@providenceac.org. She’ll arrange for the proper supplications and offerings.

One more thing: I may hate kibble, but I love reblogs. You know what to do.

Divinely yours,

Athena

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Keep going on, anon. I have all the time in world to make screens of your despicable behavior and show the whole fandom your true colours. It doesn’t matter if you hide behind anon or not, I still love to display your incredible nastiness so that everyone can see and judge for themselves… ;)

For whoever reads this: keep in mind that none of my friends ever did anything to attract this individual, they never go in other blogs to stir the pot and usually mind their own business. Unless provoked. So uhm, yes, this human waste clearly has some self esteem problems and need to make up for them somehow, am I right? Attention seeking maybe? That’s what I’ll give you my friend! Xoxo

PS. For everyone who’s going to comment: try to avoid insults or swear words or else tumblr will prevent people from seeing the post in the respective tags. It’s a policy against triggering words or something. I want this to reach as many people as possible.

anonymous asked:

I just have to thank you for your Dream Bigger / NBT fic. Life is kind of crazy right now and it gives me something to smile about every day. So thank you. So much. <3 Also, I am very much looking forward to seeing whatever form your hipster my fair lady cowriting efforts end up taking. Your tales of the adventures to date have been hilarious. :)

Awwww, thank you! I have to admit that sometimes the daily posting can get a bit much on my end and then I get a message like this and I feel better about it!!!!

Also, hey, @bookshop, WHEN WILL HIPSTER MY FAIR LADY COWRITING EFFORTS GET TO BE REVEALED, HUH? <–embarrassing public pressure because I am a terrible co-writer

Seriously, I have now written so many AUs of AUs of my own canon, I should be punished, lol. But I’m glad you have been enjoying the adventures!

rosypumpkinstudios  asked:

ok so for the TV show thing: Sonic boom, bc it needs some work

I have to say that I have NOT seen it recently, so this is only going off what I remember. If they’ve fixed this stuff, great!

1. Amy. Give her a consistent personality, and make it a nice one, not ‘token girl who is better than everyone but also kinda a bitch.’ I am saying this as someone who loves Amy in pretty much all her other appearances. (I will admit the voice acting for her is waaaaay better though, so credit where credit is due.)

2. Stop the memes. It probably isn’t funny to the kids watching who don’t get them, and it’s kind of embarrassing to everyone else. It’s not gonna age well at all. (Apparently they also mentioned shipping smut???? There is a line and you jumped it.)

3. Make Knuckles more than a moron????? (Although this one goes out to the games too, so it’s just… Knuckle’s character in general.)

4. Eggman is primarily a bad guy, guys. Although I do sort of like him in the show, I can’t remember a single truly evil thing he’s done.

5. Make them like each other, holy cow they’re FRIENDS. Sure, friends bicker, but at the end of the day they care about each other. These guys felt like they’ve just fallen together by chance and haven’t really bonded yet. Sonic has a deeper connection with Eggman than any of his friends.

how terrifying, to be aging and girl. at 18 i was told by men that i was “the perfect age,” and i still thought it was a compliment. is it because at 20 i figured out how sharp those words were. i felt old at 21, felt like if grey hairs came and my spine cracked i was done for. how scary. i am reminded constantly by “realistic” ideas in fantasy novels that i should have five kids.

my life feels short. like it is squeezed into my twenties. like at 30 i become ghost, just another mother or hard worker or both, just another background character. like if i am not settled and making a difference by 27 i should just give up already. is this something men feel? like a clock is painted on their back, one hand warning: your beauty is something you are valued for and it is something you cannot get back.

and why was i only beautiful, i wonder, at 18 on a riverbank. i’m told often my childish face is a blessing. that i shouldn’t want to look older. one told me i was a trap falling: “you look young but you’re not” he said to me, “it kind of led me on”. am i not young? 

maybe i am wrong. maybe it’s just how we all feel, getting old, like time is slipping from us. maybe men do worry that they will be alone forever if they don’t settle by thirty, maybe it’s even because they think they’ll turn ugly. maybe we all squish our lives into that incredibly young decade. what do i know. i’m still learning.

And I am sorry,
for I was so busy
holding myself
together,
that I can’t use
my hands
to reach you.

I was so
focus on
trying to
stand firmly
that I can’t
take a run
to chase you.

I am sorry
for I refused
to give up
on myself
too.

—  ma.c.a // I Realized Something You Never Do
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This is the order I feel this scene is going to go in.

Magnus is buttoned in the first gif; not sure about the second, and the last we clearly see Alec is making quick work of them in his effort to relieve the man of his clothing.

I don’t want to be spoiled this early, but also I REALLY want to see a longer teaser to this scene. A little lead-up to this moment, perhaps?

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i have been alive for 360 days after trying to take my own life. i sit here in this airport a year later, passport in hand, with a full backpack but an even fuller heart. in 3 hours i will be on a plane to a country ive never been to. today ive taken 2 trains, 6 subways, and countless steps in the right direction. don’t get me wrong ive tripped and fallen in the last year(literally) but i have gotten up every time. the world has continued to throw punches at me and a few of them stung but nonetheless they healed in time and i got right back in the ring. this world may be throwing punches but I’m throwing them back now. i have been given every reason to give up, but i am here, i am standing, and i am breathing. I AM HERE. and that is worth something. so heres to being resilient, heres to being a fighter, and heres to a year of crazy, a year of having my medication changed so many times i lost count, to countless therapy sessions, late night drives, tears, bruises, to the days i couldn’t get out bed, shower, or even go to class, but heres to scoring the game winning goal, hitting a new PR in the gym, and laughing til i cried, heres to jumping out of bed today, heres to being alive after being given every reason not to be. and heres to the ticket ill be holding a year from now, to somewhere new, because i will be here. i will be alive.

If you are reading this:

Please don’t hurt yourself.  Please don’t give up.  If you are triggered in any way please find something to distract you.  Reach out for help.  Talk to someone.  Take your mind off of the thoughts, at least for a moment.

I care about you.  I am here for you.  Stay strong.

I am proud of you.  You are alive and that is amazing.

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.
By Way of Spontaneity (Part 12)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 979

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

A/N: Next part is the end :D Enjoy, guys! Sorry about Tony, btw. 


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The drive to Tony’s place was nerve-wracking, your hands sweating a great deal, forcing you to rub your palms down your thighs various times. You raised the volume of your radio until you couldn’t hear yourself think, but still managed to imagine how seeing Tony face to face would go.

You knew he was mad. You had never seen him so mad. Tony was impulsive, he was full of wit and took everything to heart. That’s what you loved about him. He took life by the horns and went with it. And yet, you had been pulled in by Bucky’s playful demeanor, his caring persona and gentle nature. They were a stark contrast to one another, but similar in more ways than you had initially thought.

Pulling up to his house, you groaned as you saw that his car was parked on the driveway. You had hoped he wasn’t home so that way you could have an excuse and just avoid any confrontation.

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Yuzuru is the supreme elite of figure skating. He skates at an unimaginable level, and I have no choice. I have only one thing to do, to try achieving the same results somehow. Many skaters actually fear him, coz he’s just so above everyone else. He jumps so organically, so naturally in a program that I question if it is reality, if it’s achievable. It is necessary to set goals, but I dont look forward to the pain I have to go through to reach Yuzu’s level. Masters like Yuzuru know what to do. He “kills” even before entering the ice; he already does it during the warm-up. We juniors look up to him and try to do the same, to try to put out the rivals before entering the rink during warm up, but we haven’t reach that level, and we’ll probably never will. Even Yuzu’s look may affect another skater, so usually we try not to face his eyes.
Yuzuru Hanyu has so many records. Right now there is almost no competition for him, but when a rival appears, he won’t stop and wait, he will do something new because he is the highest level, and he will not give what belongs to him. I am still far from this company of world figure skating.
He is incredible, he is superior. If figure skating is a video game where there are many levels, Yuzu would be cruising in the insane level.
—  Dmitri Aliev on his opinion of YH

there’s something in you worth loving.

you heard me.

it can be as rudimentary as the charming way you smile, or how pleasant your laugh sounds. there is something. I know how difficult it is to conceptualize; I know it’s even harder to think that these positive things, even the small ones, make up for the void – make up for all the perceived negative way we see ourselves.

to be honest there’s a lot more about us to love than what we gives ourselves credit for. it never feels like enough; we need to either be more than ourselves or nothing at all. most of the time it feels like nothing at all. but it’s not like that.

if you didn’t know it today, you are worth loving. people do love you. there are people out there that will come to love you. and there’s always time to cultivate things in ourselves that people can come to love. we’re amazingly dynamic like this.

but don’t give up.

you are worth loving.

What traveling has taught me:

-It’s not a race. I was always so bummed about the number of countries I’ve been to compared to other people my age until I understood that the number of places visited is not what traveling is about at all. It’s not important about how many places you’ve been but the depth you’ve explored them. I have been to some beautiful places all around the world that I am insanely grateful for. We can not compare our journeys to others.

-Read books you normally wouldn’t read. Question each line. Watch movies you normally wouldn’t go see. Study the cinematography. Order the meal on the menu you can’t pronounce. This is how you discover new parts of yourself.

-Take care of our earth. We are destroying it faster than we even know. Humans need places that have not been altered or rearranged by man.

-Simplify. Clean. Get rid of shit. We don’t need a lot to live. Oh, and, pack light.

-Walk barefoot. Harden the bottom of your feet. Wear less makeup and dress the way you want. Be comfortable with your natural body. Drink more water. Take care of yourself.

-You have the power to choose love. Love the sky, the stars, the animals, the people, the trees, the street corners. Always choose to love.

-Going alone is okay. If we all waited for someone to travel with us, we’d be waiting for a very, very long time. So, please go even if you have no one to go with. There are millions of people all over the world that are just waiting to meet you. Some of them you’ll meet in a hostel room and you’ll end up spending the night walking through the street markets, some of them you’ll meet at a bar and discover new corners of a city you didn’t know existed, some of them you’ll meet sitting on a bench at a bus stop and you’ll end up sharing the best coffee you’ve probably ever had, some of them you’ll meet watching the sunset on the beach and you’ll end up sharing stories and laughing with them until the morning and some of them will end up being your best friends. And sometimes you’re going to be alone and going on tours, to the movies, or to restaurants sounds scary to do by yourself at first but soon enough you’ll learn that it is completely okay to be alone. Solo does not mean lonely.

-Don’t say you don’t like anything until you try it at least three times.

-Save your change.

-Spend less time on social media. It’s no secret that social media is addictive and it’s really good at taking away precious moments. It’s important to not be glued to your phone or laptop while abroad. Social media will always be there for you when you get home.

-Traveling is overly romanticized. It is very hard work. It does not solve all your problems that you have at home. And traveling is not what it looks like on Instagram.

-When you’re eating, really taste your food. Talk to the locals. Immerse yourself fully into this new culture. When you’re out hiking, let go of your phone. This is how you’re going to get the best experience possible. Live in the moment.

-Take photos. It is physically impossible to remember all these moments in your life. Someday down the road, maybe when you’re feeling a little depressed or bored, you can grab your camera and scroll through these photos that’ll remind you of some of the best times of your life.

-It’s okay to look like a tourist. It’s cool to make mistakes. Don’t be afraid to ask a questions. If you make a mistake, do or say something offensive then and apologize and move on. Your life won’t be over.

-Cheesy souvenirs are never worth it. Collect sea glass, your train tickets, plane tickets, maps, stickers and coins. Chances are those colosseum magnets you bought in rome were really made in china. Support the locals if you’re going to buy souvenirs.

-People are good. I’m sure you’ve heard or experienced this before but the people with nearly nothing are the most giving. We can all learn something from them.

-The world is not as bad and scary as the news makes it out to be.

-Nothing will ever go as you expect it to. Plans go out the door. I learned this the hard way. In fact, I am sure every traveler has learned this the hard way. You’ll miss flights, you’ll get flat tires on road trips, you’ll end up spending a lot more money than you expected, you’ll miss buses, you’ll have to run to trains to get to them on time, I promise you’ll have a dead battery when all you want to do is call mom to make you feel better, the hostel you wanted will be full, your dumb airline will lose all your luggage, things will get canceled and you’ll spend many unexpected nights crying but despite all the struggles that traveling brings upon us, it is always worth it. The tears, sore shoulders and blistered feet are always worth it. There’s no point in getting mad that your plan fell through.

-Everything happens for a reason. If you get an opportunity, take it and if something comes along in your life to change it, let it.

anonymous asked:

I know that you're old enough to be writing about sex, hence you don't have to give a shit about it but I think it's unfair that many fanfic writers feel obligated to write smut to receive attention and recognition only because so many people are biased. Angst and fluff writers don't really get the chance to show their talents and you can compare most of a writers fic notes and 9/10 their smuts will have 30% more notes than their other stories what kind of sucks. What do you think?

I think preach the fuck out of this. I completely, one hundred and ten percent agree with you and I am certain that many of my other fellow fanfic writers agree too – in fact, I know they do as this is a discussion that has come up plenty of times when conversing with them, and they share the precise same opinion as both you and I do. No matter the age of the writer, it is definitely something to give a shit about because it develops an “unhealthy” writing pattern where the writer, despite their level of experience with writing fanfics (though it can certainly be a defining factor for first-time fic writers and whether they “make it or break it” in the fandom’s fic scene), can begin to doubt whether to write or post a story, solely due to the fact that it does not include smut.

Personally, when planning most of my ideas, they generally begin without any smut unless the main focus of the story is sex itself, like An Oath For Sinners is. But I always notice once I am at a certain point of developing upon the idea, I will end up narrowing the direction of the plot down to two questions: “Will it include smut? Is smut a detrimental piece of the plot, and, if not, will that ultimately minimize the audience that will end up reading the story if I cease to include at least one sex scene?” It is a sad truth, most especially since hundreds of successful young adult novels never pass the barrier of kissing, or even have a romantic element in the first place, yet we as fic writers feel the dire necessity to involve at least a blowjob in order to appeal to a wider audience in the fanbase.

This is also not to say that writing smut is a bad thing because hey, like I said, I literally have a series dedicated to a girl who is an escort and it was something that I genuinely wished to write. But there are many, many ideas that I have put on the backburner because they cease to fit smut into the plot, and I have read a ginormous number of fics that have been without smut, yet are absolutely incredible nonetheless. Though you are right – those fics definitely lacked the 30% extra recognition because of it.

Continuing on, most of us write for ourselves. I certainly do, as the vast majority of my fics are based on ideas that I have developed myself; hence why I rarely take requests from the public. But that does not mean we wish to have zero feedback on a piece we have slaved over for days, as hearing the voices of our readers provides us an insight on the elements they enjoyed that we will then proceed to weave throughout our future pieces. We still desire to appeal to an audience, and at least eighty percent of the time in regards to fanfiction, you have to include a smut scene to do just that.

So I will completely admit that it is a punch to the gut to see that my smut-based oneshot Do You Feel It Sugar? has over a thousand responses in comparison to A Ticket To The Sun that, even still, has a very vague smut scene that I put in there to draw an audience to a genre (dystopia) that can be touch and go when it comes to piquing a reader’s intrigue. It might sound ridiculous, but it begins to plant seeds of doubt in my mind where I think: “Is my writing only considered good if I slather it with sex, and then more sex?” This most especially occurs if I receive a message that asks whether the future chapters of a series I am writing will include smut, which I have been questioned about for The Orange Girl, The Devil Skates On Thin Ice, An Eternity of Red, etcetera.

I am not saying that all fic writers may think such a thing, but that kind of thought process especially occurs to me as somebody who is pursuing writing as a career. It happens all the more so when I reflect on my first persona, sugasmut, which was hitting follower milestones on a fortnightly basis because these people adored reading my collection of fics that I will freely admit were baseless, pwp smuts that hardly ever breached 3,000 words. Now, I am putting out stories that generally exceed a count of 10,000 words, have fully planned out plots with much less smut and more extensive character development – but I rarely receive twenty new followers a week. I am not stating that to sound selfish or upset, because I really could not mind how large or small my follower count is, but rather to show a comparison of what most people are desiring to read. And that, very clearly, is plotless smut.

Let me tell you that there is a grand audience of those who could not care less for reading smut and enjoy a fic just as much without it, and I do certainly have plenty of those types of readers amongst my followers that I am ever grateful for. Yet no matter that, the obligation to write a smut scene lays heavy upon my own, and many other writers’ shoulders if they are hoping to branch out and reach a wider audience, which yeah, can really suck!

give me real characters with adhd. characters to which their disorder is not used as a joke but as a part of their character. characters who have flaws but also many talents. characters who are actually impacted by their adhd. give me a representation who does not rely on “oh shiny!” to bring across that this character could be read as having adhd. could. be. read. as. having. adhd. enough of that.

give me a character who is explicit with their adhd on screen. show me their struggles and let them be themselves. let them be affected by it as much as i am, let them find ways to use it to their advantage while still struggling to cope.
let me for once find a character who i can relate to on a different level. 

enough of making fun of this fairly serious disorder, more accurate representation instead. realize that it is not something which magically disappears over night. do not introduce me to the slight chance of a possibility if you have no intention of following up on it. it is long term and a few possible seconds of screen time will never do it justice. 

give me a character who takes medication for it, give me a character who refuses to do so, give me a character who is primarily inattentive, primarily hyperactive or combined. give me a character who is heavily impacted by the symptoms and another who manages to get by just fine. give me variety.

most importantly, give me real characters with adhd.

I want to make this post. It’s not about BTS. Sorry. This is something fucking important.

I am epileptic. It is a nightmare. I can’t drink. I can’t drive. I can live life taking my meds and hope that it will lessen the amount of seizures without fucking up other aspects of my health.

You know a more natural and effective way I could be helping myself? MARIJUANA.

Marijuana is not some college brat smoking on the side of the dorms forgetting his classwork.

It is a plant that provides relief from so many illnesses. It is a godsend to some. Cancer, epilepsy, extreme pain, ANXIETY, etc.

So, I don’t give two fucks about what the goddamn law says. The law once said LGBT people couldn’t marry. Women couldn’t vote. Black people had to use separate facilties. The law said a lot of things. We don’t need to blame TOP. We need to come after the law.

So, to the family, friends, and supportive fans of TOP. I am sorry that people are being complete fucks with no sense of sympathy, empathy, or even some goddamn humanity.

To those using the phrase, “Well, he broke the law…”

Go. Fuck. YOURSELF.

Now. Take the nearest law book you have and shove it right up your ass. Shove it right up so it is as full as shit as you are.

Every team 7 ship VS NaruHina

To the clique that argued with me in the saltiest of ways, I dedicate to you my first ever anti nh post. I hope you think twice about telling people to kill themselves over your self insert and stop being a pimple on society’s ass.

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BTS Reaction to You Giving Them The Silent Treatment

Incognito; Could you do an Bts react to their s/o giving them a temporary silent treatment for something they did in their s/o’s dream?

Note: of course I can! I hope you like this ~


Jin ➳ You couldn’t see him the same way, he had murdered you inside your dream as he laughed — but as he still stared to you in innocent curiosity despite you ignoring him, you began to slowly get frightened. “Are you trying to observe which part of my body would be easiest to pierce?”

His eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his lips curling upward before he let out a confused chuckle. “What?”

Originally posted by jiyoongis


Suga ➳ You knew it was just a dream, but you could practically imagine him sleeping deeply as someone tried to abduct you from right beside him. You felt betrayed knowing it could actually happen, ignoring the man throughout the day but little did you know, Yoongi was slowly becoming salty as hell.

Holding his anger in, the next day when you became all happy and spoke to him; asking him if he wanted to go out to eat he only looked to you. “And who are you?”

Originally posted by jitonic


J-Hope ➳ You could remember it clearly, his face becoming nothing but stoic before a smirk grazed his lip — pushing you off the cliff as you fell down the never-ending air. And here he was, arms filled with milkshakes with that same damn smirk plastered onto his face. You were ignoring him as he spoke about his day while inhaling his milkshake empty before eying yours. It wasn’t long before he took yours from your hands, receiving an incoherent voice of refusal as he laughed. “You’ve been acting strange today,” he said, taking the straw out and placing the sugar coated end in his mouth, “I still love you though.”

Originally posted by rapfluff


RapMonster ➳ He understood what you felt, knowing you had a dream about him once you took his arm off your waist when you had woken up. He didn’t know what he did, knowing it must’ve been something horrible since whenever he would reach for your hand you would flinch in slight terror. The day went on normal but quiet, and when you both soundlessly went out to grab a bite to eat — the food you both shared would be silently passed around as the birds singing was the only source to make the atmosphere more alleviating.

Originally posted by blessedbyjarry


Jimin ➳ “What did I do?” He suddenly asked as you didn’t kiss or hug him after he sang his solo to thousands. You crossed your arms with a pout on your lips, having ignored him all day but still going to his concert to support him.

“You cheated on me,” you growled and he instantly caught on — knowing it was one of your dreams yet his eyes still widened, “with Taehyung.” He began to giggle, looking away from you and wondering why you were being so cute before pulling you into a hug.

Originally posted by jitamin


V ➳ He straight up dumped you, telling you he didn’t want to have your ‘clingy ass’ around him anymore and when you woke up, the icy, cold glare was evident on your features. You ignored him all day, and he was being so kind to you but you didn’t give him any of your attention because in all honesty, he was the clingy one! 

“(y/n)~!” He’d sing, following after you and interrupting your inner turmoil as you stormed to the backyard. He would then begin to smack you with his sleeves, pushing you around until you finally give in and give him love.

Originally posted by rapnamu


Jungkook ➳ It was something you always dreaded, finding him naked and sprawled across some other woman. You were devastated, soon ignoring the boy once you woke up and just giving him the cold shoulder until he finally put his foot down. “Hey!” He yelled, becoming smart since you weren’t clearly hearing him and you jumped from the loud tone. “Wake up! I’m not that same man from your dreams,” he exhaled deeply, his face impassive and annoyed as he grabbed your hand, “so don’t treat me like I am.”

Originally posted by jiguk


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