but i wish i had thought of it

jane sloan is the ultimate bff cause you can tell her you like girls and she’ll still get undressed/change in front of you without a second thought and won’t make any off hand comments that make you feel weird about your sexuality or like you’re being predatory and making her uncomfortable anyway guys watch the bold type

i’m gonna conveniently ignore why cosima is crying to focus on the fact that delphine is comforting her!!! throughout the entire of s4 cosima needed delphine to be there for her but she thought she had lost her, even on the island delphine couldn’t be there to comfort her after cosima was locked in westmoreland’s basement but now delphine is holding her while she cries and while i wish she didn’t have to cry in the first place it’s so good to see!!! she isn’t alone this time!! they have each other!!

I wish I could explain to you the complexity
I wish I could explain that this place never felt like home
This craving settled in my bones long ago
Before I’d found myself
I found nostalgia for somewhere I had never seen with my eyes
A place I am unsure ever existed in this world

Some people yearn for their childhood house
The old park down the road
Grandma and Grandpa’s place in the summer time
No, I yearn for a place that sits in my heart and mind
Untouched
Not picture perfect, but always mine alone
The place I was my whole childhood
If only I could find it

—  Horizons unknown
Some Dofty Thoughts

Overall, I wish the episode ended differently but I get why it had to end like that. Still, some glimmers of hope:

-Dom dropped the L Bomb!!!!!!!!
-Lofty literally took a girl on a date just to get dress circle tickets for Dom for something he apparently mentioned WEEKS AGO????? I’m sorry what friend does that because I need to get me a friend like that
-LITERALLY EVERYONE thinks Dofty is a good couple. That patient from a few weeks ago, Carole…. Heck, probably even Sacha!
-When Dom leaned in he got pretty far before Lofty stopped the kiss. I just think he needs more time tbh
-If Holby Writers have any sense (debatable) they’ll let them get together instead of forcing couples that nobody wants (cough Nina/Matteo cough raf/essie cough). Hopefully the positive response to Dom/Lofty that I’ve seen on Twitter and tumblr will be enough to convince them to give them a chance!
-Honestly it feels like the writers have been setting them up from the start. I don’t think you can give a pairing that many scenes and just act like its nothing? Idk though, look what the writers have done to some popular pairings…

Fingers crossed for more Dofty in the future!

anonymous asked:

how about being weak willed is that a turn off?

Do you mean feeling sorry for yourself and always making yourself feel like a victim?

It can potentially be but I’m not like eww get away from me weakling or some crap like that because i realize some people just want someone there for em.

In my personal thoughts and first off I have to acknowledge that some folks have had traumatic pasts with abuse of all sorts or some sort of mental problem and for that I’m truly empathetic and wish those people nothing but the best in their lives. GodBless

But to me I’ve also dealt with a lot of people that want to drag me into their personal issues when I was just being friendly and there have been times I’ve tried to help or gave some advice but its always something so personal it does nothing and I have nothing against that Hell I have personal issues I need to workout but I’m not gonna take my own issues out on someone else. I’m going to identify them and talk to those I need to. 

My mentality is no matter how bad I’ve been fucked up and over I’m done being a victim I’m going to be a victor so seeing someone always crying and down over stuff because of their own issues, I wish them nothing but the best if I like them as people I’ll be there for them but If I’m being 100% real I am not their babysitter. I know it may come off as cold but I’m being honest. 

I also think its because one of my good friends from High School is one of the strongest women I’ve ever met and her past I won’t say for her privacy was HORSE SHIT HELL but she made it, she pushed through and became her own hero and that is something I truly admire.She has a great job and just started a family And the message there was no matter what you go through or what you’re facing you can be strong and if you need someone to guide you there and thats beautiful to me. 

anonymous asked:

Before I played OFF I thought the whale was a boss and Bad Batter was just a thing that happened when Batter got an impure status at some point. -remini

Even tho bad batter in cannon is only the batter in the judge’s point of view, the concept of him transforming into the freaky duck is really cool. Also i’m surprised no one made different version of the bad batter based on different characters :0

(god i wish we had a boss whale) @reminiscentia-off

jooniesnumber1flower  asked:

To the anon with anorexia, it's okay~! I had anorexia and bulimia before and I thought the same things when it came to my legs but I bet your legs are beautiful just the way they are~ I wish you luck and I hope you do well~ Positivity is key~! And listen to your nutritionist, they know what they are talking about 😊💕💕

^^ so sweet 🖤💕

I really fucking wish I could see my old therapist again because I went from being an extremely socially awkward highschool girl that cried everyday at school - in at least three different classes a day - who never left her house or understood how to make friends. Who would have panic attacks at the very thought of sitting in a restaurant or even a McDonald’s and eating - always drive thru and either take the food home or eat in the car in the parking lot - and even then would barely eat. The girl who has had to battle suicidal thoughts and go through life every day with depression and shit body image Issues, always hiding in the exact same two fucking hoodies, skinny jeans, and mainly sweatpants/pj pants. Never having expected to even live to celebrate my 18th birthday and that I’d kill myself, never make an impact in the world or on anyone for that matter.

Now I’m typing this from a restaurant booth, alone and ready to enjoy my meal. I didn’t panic or freak out - not even flinch seeing eyes turn to look at me upon entering. Bright multicolored hair and tattoos, comfortable in my own skin and clothes while working in one of the most sociable and creative industries. I have an amazing and loving support system from the best friends I could ever ask for, truly blessings along with my incredible family and although we fight some days we all still have each other’s back. I have clients who REQUEST to see me because they WANT me to do their hair and they actually LIKE TALKING to me. Yes there are mornings I wake up and all I can think is why the fuck did I wake up. Yes I still battle depression and suicidal thoughts but I have gotten stronger and resist the urge to give up the fight and cave in. Yes there have been MANY DAYS where I have to hide in the backroom at work and cry because I’m shaking and scared. Bet your fucking ass the day I read my name in my highschool newspaper stating the school I would be attending I cried and cried and fucking cried my eyes out that night. And I cried just as fucking hard on my 18th birthday because Goddammit I fucking made it. Two years later and I’m actually looking forward to next year for my 21st.

I wish I could talk to my old therapist. I wish I could tell him about how life’s been since he got his promotion and moved up in his field. He helped me get over my fear of men actually. It’s funny, my mom set up the appointment for him to come to the house and meet me. I met him through a free therapy program my schools guidance counselor enrolled me in. She was incredible too. But my mom told him, “no offense but you’re a man and she gets very uncomfortable around men and will probably request another therapist”. To which he replied “let her give me a chance, if she wants another therapist I understand but let her at least meet me first”. And he ended up making such a big impact on my life and way of thinking. From my mental illness to discovering my sexuality he was always so supportive.

So thank you, Miguel. Thank you for all your help those years ago. Everything you’ve taught me has stuck with me and I will never forget you.

when I was a lil baby I was all for Representation of Color in media, which begins with who is behind the scenes rather than solely coming from who is cast in a given project. But now I wish yt people would stop trying to write us because it’s so weird and uncomfortable and downright upsetting at times. It’s so painfully obvious that most of them have never had any sort of meaningful relationships with (or much less even interacted with!) any person of color ever.

therisingdarkness replied to your post: I wish you’d dealt with Megatron a long time ago…

“Bumblebee? Not the little scout whose voicebox I removed at Tyger Pax.”

“In my universe, yes. During our siege of the second omega lock, which was powered by a completed synthetic energon formula. He had been thought to of perished by your alternates hand, but was restored by its power. Your alternate was then impaled, and plummeted to Earth.”

I recently had to have two very similar conversations with adults in my life that I never thought I’d have to have.  I guess I assumed they already knew.  I guess I figured it was obvious.  

My mom was talking about The Bathroom Thing.  This late into 2017 I assume we’re all well aware of what I’m talking about.  She said, “I don’t think the bathroom bill matters.  I mean, it’s not like there’s bathroom police.” 

To which I said, “I wish there were sometimes.”  She didn’t understand. 

And I realized that every time I’ve been harassed in a public bathroom I’ve been by myself.  Middle aged women love to approach me and tell me that they aren’t comfortable with my here, I shouldn’t use the restroom with little girls in it, I ought to be ashamed of myself, and I’m disgusting.  I’m a dyke who has short hair and wears men’s clothing.  I can only imagine how much worse it is for trans people.  People taking jabs at my gender identity doesn’t hurt me anymore because that’s not what this is about.  I ache for the people who are really, genuinely hurt by this. 

My boss and taekwondo instructor who I’ve known since I was eight years old was talking to me, trying to convince me to drop out of school and stay in state.  I said I couldn’t, I wasn’t comfortable here, I needed to leave.  He didn’t understand. 

So I told him.  I told him about that time a group of men tried to fight me in a GFS parking lot, for no good reason, throwing words like “dyke” and “faggot” and “disgusting whore” like acid.  I told him about the people who glare at me in grocery stores and the secrets I have to keep.  About how everything I say is carefully filtered first, just in case. 

But it’s not a matter of that.  It’s a matter of having grown up here for twenty years, of knowing I’m lying to people all the time.  Of feeling guilty just showing up at church, of having to be ready for confrontation, of being ready to defend myself.  It’s the sickening feeling in my gut when someone from high school sees me and pretends they didn’t have shit to say in high school.  It’s seeing people from the school I was expelled from, it’s being ever so cautious because anything I do could get back to my family.  It’s “hanging out with friends” when I’m actually going on dates.  It’s being turned down for babysitting jobs and Sunday school lectures because people are scared

I don’t want to be around people who are scared of me, and I’m sick of being scared of them.  It’s not that I’m not strong enough to take it, but fuck, I shouldn’t have to be.  I’m sick of being so angry, all the time.  I’m sick of assuming the worst every time I meet someone because if I expect them to be kind I’m going to get myself hurt again.  

This information, these slight peeks into how I go about life here in this bumfuck town, was a total shock to the both of them.  My own mother had no idea.  My instructor, who’s been sexist, homophobic, racist, and the like on more than one occasion, said that if anyone tried to hurt me he’d hurt them worse.

And then people at school, way out somewhere, have no idea.  Because there if someone gives me shit for my sexuality, they’re the bad guy.  Here if someone does it, well I should have known better, I shouldn’t be so obvious about it. 

“Maybe if you dressed a little nicer,” my mom says, and by ‘nicer’ she means ‘feminine.’  She’s the greatest, strongest, most beautiful person I know, and she means well, but she doesn’t understand. 

People don’t understand, and I should know this already, but still.  It’s eye opening.  Like we don’t even live in the same town.

10

Yuuri tells Victor his thoughts during their first dance.

I want to thank @thehobbem so, so much for co-writing the dialogue! She spent hours going through metas and crafting this line-by-line with me. Yuuri was much harder to write for than Victor and I couldn’t have done it without her tireless work. ;u; I also want to thank @teasidesketches for doing final revisions despite not being in the fandom. You two are the best. <3

I also want to dedicate this to @solfegefaerie for being the first one to give me the idea of writing Yuuri’s vows. They’re not vows this time, but I thought this was suiting. :) 

If you can, you should read this while listening to “Yuri on Ice.” I matched the flow of the comic to that of the song, hence the tribute to the representation of Yuuri as the lone piano until Victor comes into his life as the violin (in case you were wondering about the sudden Music AU thrown in the middle there). 

Pair comic to Victor’s Vows.

I wish I had more time with you;
I wish I could remember exactly how you hugged me;
I wish I could remember how it felt to have my arms around your waist, head pressed to your heart;
I wish I could remember the sound of your voice and how you said my name;
I wish I had taken time to savor your sweet aroma;
I wish time would’ve frozen so I could’ve gazed into your eyes and counted every color, memorized every detail of your face;
I wish I could replay it all over again so I could go back and remember every bit of you,
Because it all went by so fast,
It was all just a blur,
I didn’t have time to savor the moment and before I knew it, you were walking away.
I just hope we meet again before I forget you completely.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 63
“My Serendipity”

1. The last time you made the mistake of making a home out of a pair of arms and a soft smile, you learned the hard way that anything that moves, that can blame, that can cause ache does not deserve such an elevated status in your heart. Still, you are an anomaly, a wild thing hoping for a home. A sailor wishing to leave the ocean and return.

2. I still remember a day when your father had lifted you in his arms and told you that you are loved, more than you ever know. It was two days before the plane crash that took him. It was two days before I saw death dance in your broken eyes for the first time. I don’t think it ever stopped dancing there.

3. Yesterday, someone asked you, “who do you trust most in the world?” And you felt that your lips were sewn shut. Everybody you should love and trusts’ names felt rough and raw on your tongue like they were in a foreign language that you had become too ancient to learn. So instead you whispered your own name like a secret into the abyss and hoped no one saw the sadness that had crawled it’s way along with your name out of your mouth.

4. A summer ago, you asked me what it was like to not need a place to call home. I know you asked this from a place of trauma, that your trauma has convinced you it will all be okay once you find a home. But it is lying, because what you need up find is your healing. And I told you that wanderlust had etched itself so ornately into my bones that I had no choice but to travel till it had sated itself. You looked at me with envy, even as I thought of all the people who would love to make a home of your heartbeat. You however were looking for a certain kind of love that you would call your very own. A kind of love that would never abandon you the way everyone you have ever loved has.

5. Something about you glowed bigger and better than all the stars we gazed at in the night sky. And even then, even when you had everything, you longed for a human to belong in. But everytime you laid the foundations for something good, they came crashing and tumbling down on your head. Because your trauma is a perfectionist and no one could quite become what you needed and wanted at the same time.

6. I wish I had told you then what I told you in that very last letter before I left. That child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? People are rivers, ever changing, ever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them. Still, that home you are hunting for does have a heartbeat. But it isn’t one locked in anyone else’s chest. Just look inside your own.

—  Nikita Gill, People Aren’t Homes
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Maybe on the morrow she would tell him about the cat that had followed her home last night from Pynto’s, the cat that was hiding in the rafters, looking down on them. Or maybe not. IF HE HAD SECRETS, SO COULD SHE.