but i cant find the other two

anonymous asked:

do you know any good spells for bpd or autism? (as in help the person cope or decrease the risk of breakdowns type of spells)

I am going to tag @autisticsorcery in this because they may know better then I! I don’t really know anything that may help, but I saw a masterpost here that may help a bit more, and then theres a list here of different crystals for different purposes that may help? A follower may have more to help too, I just cant seem to find anything other then those two! Sorry!



We found her hanging out around our house in Kitchener/Waterloo (Ontario, Canada) and she kept on meowing at our window. We’re feeding her and have two other cats and everything needed to take care of her, and shes a really nice cat, but I’m guessing she belongs to someone else.

So if you’ve lost a cat or know someone whose lost a cat that looks like this one (and are somewhere in the area) then please message me!

Note: I’m not sure that this cat is a she, and the collar we added because she didn’t have one

“I cant believe I hike all the way up Mt Silver to find you up here without even so much as a coat

You could have gotten hypothermia

are you even listening to me Ash Ketchum. 

Goddamn it.”


A re draw of something I did as a kid, just to see the difference.

I’ve always had it in my head that Gary is the responsible mother hen of the two :) Like constantly having to nag Ash to act not like a total idiot ALL THE DAMN TIME!

I can’t help but to imagine Ichigo holding Kazui for the first time, just after Orihime has given birth, looking at his face and finding two big, tender, maroon, and familiar eyes, how overwhelmed he must have felt when in his hands was the almost exact replica of him, almost, because he also carried other characteristics, little things that were given to him from the woman he loved, the perfect mixture of both of them right in front of him in this little human being and I cant just- I CANT </3

anonymous asked:

Idk same anon as before about the psd... I'm pretty sure it's just a picture and I'm on a mac soo...

Hmm that’s weird?

Lets do some troubleshooting first. 

  1. Make sure you have layers turned on by going to windows - layers and checking it.
  2. Make sure the file was saved as a psd when you downloaded it.
  3. Are you using photoshop, or another app?

Screenshots and Tutorial under the cut:

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Show Chapter | Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: When It Alteration Finds

Author: momatu

Word Count: 55,597

Rating from 1-5: 4

I thoroughly enjoyed this  fic. I’m not usually interested in stories where the two main characters cant recognize each other, but the author pulled it off pretty well.

Lost in Thoughts All Alone Memories of Foam DLC verse Translyrics

song here

You are the ocean’s gray waves
Destined to seek, life beyond the shore just out of reach
Yet the waters ever change
Flowing like time. The path is yours to climb

A painted dream, almost seeming real
Twin blades of memory to heal
Wavering, the doubt they hide
Slicing through, illusions and lies

Sing with me a song of
Memories of foam. In the azure light, I’m left alone
Dawn never breaks still I wish,
That you’d come home. Lost in thoughts, all alone

You are the ocean’s gray waves
Destined to seek, life beyond the shore just out of reach
Yet the waters ever change
Flowing like time. The path is yours to climb

You are the ocean’s gray waves



omg the description of this video is basically telling us to find all the trollfaces!! that means we are playing a game while watching a video!! @therealjacksepticeye is a genius. :3

i actually found more than two but i dont wanna show it first just so you guys can find out yourself. :)

maybe later on, everyone can share their answers too!! :D


Please can I request a Frank Longbottom II imagine where you’re proff Longbottoms best student and he walks in on you&Frank snogging&being all fluffy and then in the next lesson you both cant look him in the eye? Thank you if you do :)) - Requested by Anonymous

‘You know,’ said Frank, a small smirk curving his lips as he moved closer to you, ‘I like it when we get these brief moments.’

You and Frank barely got to see each other, so it was little times like this when you managed to find an empty classroom that you really enjoyed. It was when the two of you could relax, and just be together.  

You grinned at him, moving slightly closer. ‘Well, I think we should make the most of it then,’ you said, tilting your head to one side.

He took your hand lightly in his, rubbing a thumb over the back of it.

‘You know, I really love you,’ you told him, causing a slight blush to rise up his cheeks and making your heart swell. There was something endearing about making him react like this.  

‘Well, I am awesome,’ he said, amusement lacing his voice as he shrugged slightly.

You hummed, shrugging slightly. ‘Well, you kind of are,’ you assured him, before tugging his shirt so that he was closer to you.

You put your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He deepened it slightly, putting his hands around your waist.

‘Frank?’ asked a voice, causing the two of you to jump apart.

Professor Longbottom was standing in the doorway of the classroom. His eyes were wide in shock and there was a blush on his cheeks. You could see a flicker of uncertainty behind his eyes – as if he didn’t know whether to complain at you or ask a few more questions.

‘Oh, um, well, hi Dad,’ said Frank, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. You could feel the blush rising up your cheeks, embarrassment washing over you. ‘We were just leaving.’ He grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the room, lacing your fingers together.

‘We’ve got Herbology in less than an hour!’ you said shrilly when you were a few corridors away from the room. ‘What are we meant to do?’

Frank placed a gentle kiss on your temple as you rested your head against his chest. ‘It’ll be fine,’ he mumbled, but you could tell that he himself was wondering the same thing.

‘Really?’ you said, pulling away to look at him.

He slowly looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. ‘Yeah, it’s gonna be fine,’ he said, before taking your hand once more.

To say your next Herbology lesson was awkward would have been an overstatement. Neither of you could look Professor Longbottom in the eyes – which was difficult when you found yourself answering all of his questions. Herbology had always been one of your favourite lessons, and you really enjoyed it, but now you found that it was hard to concentrate on the plants in front of you. It was going to be an interesting year to say the least, but with Frank by your side – holding your hand under the table – you knew it was going to get less awkward eventually.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners, I just found them on Google.

Letters (pt. 5)

part onepart twopart threepart four

Summary: It’s been months since you left the Avengers base, and moved into a little apartment. Everything seems to be at peace except for, well, you. After finding an envelope between your windows, old feelings begin to resurface.

Words: 976 whoops

Warnings: Misuse of shower curtain rod

Notes: I’m sorry I take so long to update. If it helps, I’ve been side-writing (is that a thing/word?) a few other fics? :D Maybe not.. I should stick to one fic at a time hahaha. Anyways, enjoy this short part. ~ feedback is rad.

By the time one o’clock rolled around, your room was completely full of light. The oiliness that coated your forehead and around your nose made you cringe. As you stretched out your limbs, a lengthy yawn escaped your mouth. You sat up on your bed, realizing how incredibly icky you felt. You were never one to sleep in worn day clothes, despite how tired you were.

It didn’t help that you had left your windows completely uncovered, basically granting permission to the sun rays that radiated their heat all throughout your room. You could feel the atmosphere still warming up, so you covered half the window and dragged yourself into the bathroom. 

The feeling of regret from your attempt to stay up all night and morning caught up with you, with tired eyes and exhausted mind. 

While the shower ran, you idly stripped the clothes off your body. Right away, goosebumps decorated your skin. Even with the warmth engulfing your apartment, the lack of clothes still caused a chill to run down your spine. Before stepping into the shower, you connected your ipod to the speaker and hit shuffle.


Why didn’t you stop me?
Please, for the love of god, let me help you remember. You’re missing the important parts of us, of those memories. Going back into cryo was your decision, and even though it hurt like hell to leave you, I didn’t stutter when I said I can wait. You remember me crying, begging… But not me telling you that it’s worth it? I don’t care how long it takes Bucky. Days, months or years. If it means that we have a future, then I will wait. I can retire, the both of us can find Steve and the others. We can help you put the pieces together.
You managed to remember some parts of us, wouldn’t you like to know the rest?

If you really are reading this, come home.

Bucky sighed as he found himself walking down the familiar path, with your letter folded nicely in his pocket. Sooner or later, he would have to face you. He wouldn’t have any choice. There was no escaping the memories that were left of his past. It would be better to get this over with. The worst you could do, was reject him.

He walked up to your side of the building, noticing the window half covered right away. Considering the fact that your window was completely uncovered when he grabbed your letter, he knew you were up. As he made his away into the complex, he took the stairway that led to your apartment.

Barely halfway up the stairs, he felt his heart beginning to speed up. Maybe it was because of the stairs? No, of course not. It would take dozens of stairs to raise his heart rate. This was different. By the time he made it to your door, his heart was nearly pounding against his ribs.

What if she isn’t even home? What if she changes her mind? It’s not too late to turn back now?

Slowly, he raised his left fist up to your door and knocked gently.

Now it is.

No response. For a moment he thought he knocked too softly; only to realize the sound of metal on wood isn’t a soft sound. You definitely would of heard that. Immediately, panic started to set in. Without even thinking of possible consequences, Bucky punched a hole through the door and unlocked it from the inside.

Frantically, he looked around the apartment for any signs of struggle. Nothing. The only thing that caught his attention, was the music that was blasting from the backside. Cautiously, he made his way past the small kitchen, through the living room and finally, outside the bathroom door.

Bucky knocked once again, calling out your name right after.

“Y/N?” he called out. No response still. He gripped the doorknob. Locked. At this point, the panic had created even more adrenaline.

“Y/N, I’m coming in!” he yelled, kicking the door in with ease.

As you finished rinsing off your body, a loud noticeable thud echoed through the bathroom, slightly shaking the walls. You knew for a fact that it wasn’t anyone you know. The idea of Nat breaking into your place seemed valid at first, until you recalled telling her about the spare key under one of the flower pots outside your apartment.

You turned off the water, but let the music stay on. There was an absence of movement from outside your bathroom, which was reassuring and terrifying at the same time. It meant that whoever was in your home, wasn’t looking for anything to steal. But it could also mean that they were looking for you.

Quickly, you wrapped your towel around your body and as quietly as possible, you grabbed the rod and gently removed the shower curtains off it. You weren’t going down without a fight.

Your body tensed up when you heard the knock on the door.

“Y/N?” a voice called out. With the music still playing, the voice sounded unrecognizable. The doorknob fidgeted for a second, making your heart stop. Your body relaxed when you realized you had locked the door.

Before you could do anything else, you heard the voice yell out.

“Y/N, I’m coming in!”

Promptly, the door flung open and hit the wall. Without hesitation, you ran towards the intruder swinging the rod at them. The rod came in contact with something hard, causing a loud cling.

“Hey! Wait, sto-” you cut their voice out as the rod collided with something softer. They hit the floor with a thump, a deep groan following right after. You stopped swinging the rod, and studied the person on the floor. Right when you were about to question them, you noticed the silver hand rubbing the trespasser’s head.


commmments? thoughts?

tagged:  @winchester-with-wings @mattymattymerduck  @procrastinatingvirgo @bovaria @wakandasoldier @fallen-stark @etherealbarnes @just-call-me-mrs-captain @jarnesbrnes @assembletheimagines @buchananbarnestrash @avengerofyourheart @juliagolia87 @greeneyedgem85 @beccaanne814-blog @matteblackvevo @annwhojumps @yellowtheremarvelfan @marvel-lucy @hellomissmabel @neverenough24 @palaiasaurus64 @widowvinter @knittingknerdy @ilovebeingjoyful @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @bsicthought @wondergirl0511 @damnbuckyishot @masterlists-yourwelcome @strange-polish-lass  @creideamhgradochas @mitra-k-w @shamvictoria11 @bloodinthepocket @growningupgeek i think thats everyone

Sometimes its painful to see these two so close to each other, and yet their feelings never reaching to their loved ones.
They try to reach the one who is allways in front of them, allways looking at the ones that are behind the masks
They want to be loved for who they really are, if they could only look back and find who they are looking for.

Even though I love all the ships, the MariChat is in my opinión the one that makes the most sense to this statement


jiwon // sedirktive // shacklefunk

Being nonbinary is a strange experience. No two people are exactly the same in their presentation.

I’ve struggled a lot with my identity, with how to present to others, how to label myself, how to have confidence in my identity. These are unique and strange things that can be difficult to navigate, but surprisingly, the artistic community is a good place to find friends.

@jiwon ‘s music gave me strength as a struggling sixth grader, sitting in the dim basement floor of the camp lodge with them during their free time and having my ass kicked at Vocaloid trivia.

@sedirktive ‘s cosplays gave me confidence in presentation and a zest for life. Their welcoming and infectious personality helped me find some fun in myself and inspired that creative spirit that the Homestuck fandom ran so rampant with.

@shacklefunk ‘s art gave me power. Their diverse and gorgeous style made me want to create and challenge myself in everything I did. Their words of wisdom and strong, cool personality helped me through even the toughest of times. (Hey, thanks again for all the people you’ve helped. Me included.)

So yeah! Keep creating. Keep loving. Keep inspiring. My life wouldn’t be the same without these fantastic nonbinary artists.