can't deal with you right now

Skype Meeting
  • Germany: ... why are we doing this again??
  • America: because we're too lazy to move out of our houses for a meeting, so we came up with this solution!
  • England: this is a bad idea- FROG WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS???
  • France: um, because I didn't feel like dressing up for a Skype meeting, duh!
  • China: you guys better have a good reason skyping me this early in the morning...
  • Japan: ... I... agree...
  • Italy: veh, sorry I'm late~ but my internet's been acting up weirdly
  • Russia: same with mine-
  • America: ... what?
  • England: WHAT? WHAT DID YOU LOT SAY?? I CAN HARDLY HEAR YOU!
  • Germany: Mein Gott, stop shouting England!
  • England: WHAT?? I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY BLOODY SOUND!!
  • China: I don't have time for this shit- What the?? My screen is off?? What, how do I get my face to show again??
  • Japan: not this again... and Russia-san's frozen... and everyone's going at 3 frames per second... what.
  • America: Da fuck is going on?? Italy, what's wrong with your screen?? It's so pixelated!
  • Italy: ve~? Oh, maybe it's because I'm downloading something for 5 gigabytes~~
  • Germany:
  • England: ... WHAT'S GERMANY SAYING???
  • France: I think there's something wrong with his mic-
  • America: France oh my God, you froze with the most ugliest face!!
  • England: BWAHAHAHA!!
  • France: SHUT UP HOW DO I FIX THIS????
  • Italy: ve~~~
  • Germany: *actually shouting but no one can hear*
  • China: where's my face??
  • Japan: ... I don't have the mental strength to deal with this right now...
  • Russia: *still frozen in time*
  • America: ... I can't believe we manage to fuck up a virtual meeting...
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Happy Valentine’s Day, My Loves!  - Lotumn and Aries

A little sneak peak into their happily-ever-after..

。゜゜(´O`) ゜゜。

Enough

Happy Birthday @enoughtotemptme! Keeping the tradition alive, here is your birthday ficlet. Remember when I said not canon? Woops. Future fic/au/etc. - you know the drill. Happy birthday love! <3


When Bellamy winces for the third time in as many minutes, Clarke decides she’s had enough.

“Alright, get up.” Ignoring his protests, she rounds the fire and pulls him into a seated position, trying to shove the jacket off his shoulders. He does nothing to help, just sitting there and giving her an infuriating smirk.

“Y’know princess, if I’d known you wanted to—”

“Shut up,” she warns through gritted teeth. “You need to let me look at your arm. Right. Now.”

The smirk disappears. “Clarke, it’s a scratch—”

“A scratch that won’t let you sleep.” She glares at him, and he glares right back. After fifteen very unproductive seconds, Clarke reaches further down and digs her thumb into his forearm. Bellamy swears, loudly.

She folds her ams. “Jacket off.”

Still glaring, he shrugs his arm out, but she doesn’t miss the beads of sweat that trickle from his forehead. He thrusts his arm in her direction.

“Bellamy…” she shakes her head as she takes in the swelling. Just a scratch, indeed. Sighing, she looks at him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Wasn’t important.”

“Bellamy,” Clarke tilts her head, trying to catch his eye. “You are important. Therefore this is important. Okay?”

He makes a soft sound; it could be a laugh, but it’s too rueful for that. When Bellamy looks up, there’s such a stark sadness on his face that Clarke almost forgets about his arm. “Why do you always do that?” He asks.

“Do what?”

“Why do you always say everything except what you actually mean?”

Taken aback, she just stares. “I…”

Bellamy shakes his head and looks off into the trees. “Nevermind.”

“No, Bellamy, I—”

“Nevermind,” he says again, still holding his arm out.

In silence, she treats the infected wound and binds it carefully, forcing herself to pay attention to the work in front of her and not his words ringing in her mind. Was she really guilty of shielding herself that much when it came to him?

I can’t lose you too.

Thank you for keeping me alive.

How special you really are.

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anonymous asked:

Mom, if its not too much to ask, could you do a story about Maggie having trouble dealing with a perpetually disappointed parent? Constantly being disappointed in her lifestyle choices out of 'love and worry'(style of dress, job, eating habits, etc.) and J'onn noticing and balancing it out with his own brand of space-dad approval? It's getting harder and harder to deal with my mom's disapproval lately. I feel like I can't do anything right. If not, I can wait for prompts to open again.

He only ever hears one side of the conversation, but that’s all he needs to hear to put the pieces together.

“Now’s not a great time, Pop, is Ma okay? I – yeah – yeah, I’m on duty. Yeah, Pop, I know it’s eleven at night. No, come on, I can’t do this right now. Because I love my job, Pop, it’s important, I’m changing the force from the ins– you know what, I don’t – I don’t have time for this, I gotta go. I love you. Yes, of course I do, why the hell would you say something like that? I – hello? Bye to you, too.”

Another night, this time earlier in the evening, the day after Maggie picked up Alex wearing a sharp flannel and massive smile, with a dozen red roses in tow. Winn had insisted on taking their picture, and apparently Maggie had sent it to her parents, because I want them to see how absolutely beautiful my girlfriend is.

“Hey Pop, how you doing? Aw, you did? Isn’t she gorgeous? I – it – I – I think I was in a flannel, wasn’t I? It – yeah, I know I’m not on the farm anymore, trust me, I know – no, Pop – “ J’onn almost doesn’t notice when Maggie switches to Portuguese, having known the language for so long the translation came to his mind just as quickly as the English did – “It’s not just a white girl look, Pop, plenty of self-respecting brown women dress like this, I’m not betraying anyt – well hey, you didn’t see anything wrong with raising me in an all-white town – no, I know you love me, I know you want what’s best for me – “ J’onn blinks when she switches seamlessly back to English – “but maybe what’s best for me is having you actually be happy for me when I send you a picture of me so clearly happy with how my life is right now, instead of calling me to just to criticize my – no, I don’t wanna talk to her right now, I – “

She groans and J’onn lowers his eyes and sighs quietly.

It happens again as she and Alex are gearing up for Alex’s first visit to Blue Springs, which has one of his girls wide-eyed and nervous, and the other both loving and terribly, terribly tense.

“Nah, tell her she doesn’t have to make me anything special, I’ll just whip something up for myself when we get there – yes, Alex will eat what she – because, Pop, I’ve been vegan for years, you’d think you both would get used to it by – well somehow I manage, and Mama is the one who taught me to cook, so if I can figure it out, I – no, you know what, you’re right, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to fight with you, just… just don’t go to any trouble, okay, I’ll work it out when I get there, I – no, I didn’t mean – yes Pop. Yes sir. Yeah. I love you. Bye.”

J’onn doesn’t imagine it would help his newest child much if he flew himself out to Blue Springs and gave Mr. Sawyer a piece of his mind.

And Maggie always slips off into a corner, whisper-shouts instead of shout-shouting, turns her face, her body, away when she gets her father’s calls. And she’s not like Alex, but she is, she is, so he doesn’t want to hurt her pride by bringing it up with her directly. Or violate her privacy, for that matter (though he supposes he can’t very well help what his ears pick up).

So instead, he starts doing small things, saying small things, that he hopes she’ll notice, that he hopes will lift, at least a little, the sad sagging in her shoulders; relieve, at least a little, the tension in her coiled lower back, her fists; soothe, at least a little, the burning tears in her eyes, the raging pit in her stomach, the defeat in her chest.

“You know, Detective Sawyer, since you started liaising with the DEO, our communication with the NCPD has never been better. The increased efficiency is saving a lot of lives; that’s a lot you have to be proud of.”

Alex is – nowadays, anyway – generally the one to blush, to squirm, to fumble over her words. And, true to form, Maggie doesn’t squirm, not exactly, but she stammers a bit and it’s clear she doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to respond, doesn’t know how to feel, doesn’t know what to do with her hands, her eyes, her face.

So she falls back on her training, and she nods, and she says, simply, “Thank you, sir. That… means a lot.”

He covers her shoulder with his hand and she looks almost overcome by the gesture.

And then again, later, the next time he sees her decked out in flannel and sharp pants and a belt of the sort that he’s overhead Winn referring to as gloriously gay, he makes sure he smiles at her. He clears his throat, because if what he’s about to say is going to be uncomfortable for her, it’s even moreso for him, but that doesn’t matter, because she deserves to hear it from a potentially father-type figure.

So he clears his throat once, twice, and before she can ask if he wants some water, he forces out, “You look particularly sharp today, Detective. Agent Danvers is fortunate to have a woman as beautiful as you.”

“J’onn, are you hitting on Alex’s girlfriend?”

“Oh, leave the man alone, Schott, just because he knows how to compliment a woman better than you do,” Maggie quips through her smile ,through her deep, deep blush. She reaches up to put her hand on J’onn’s shoulder, this time, and he’s sure that as she walks away, it’s with a straighter spine and a prouder strut.

And when it’s one of the rookie agent’s birthdays and Kara insists on throwing him a little party, it’s J’onn who takes Maggie aside to make sure she knows that there are three different flavors of vegan ice cream, just for her.

“You know, when I first arrived on this planet, I was startled by how many human cultures emphasize animal flesh as their major culinary staples. Since then I’ve deeply appreciated humans who can see part their society, to a different sort of ethics.”

Maybe it’s because she and Alex didn’t get much sleep the night before, so her guard is lower than it might otherwise be; maybe it’s because J’onn’s eyes are as soft and as warm as his voice is awkward and gruff; or maybe it’s because her own father’s words are still stinging so sharply, so loudly, so painfully, in her ears; or maybe it’s all of it, everything, because suddenly Maggie is leaning up on her tip toes and she’s reaching her arms up and she’s burying her face in J’onn’s chest.

He only hesitates for a brief, startled moment before he wraps his arms around her, too, one of his hands covering the entire small of her back.

“Thank you, J’onn,” she’s whispering, and he catches Alex’s wet smile from across the room over Maggie’s head.

“Thank you, Maggie. Thank you for giving my girls – both of them – such happiness. We are all… truly lucky to have you in our lives.”

And now, if Maggie doesn’t know what to say, it’s because her body is speaking her gratitude for her, and J’onn nods when Alex mouths her thanks at him, because he means it; even in times like these, they’re still lucky, because they have, somehow, against all odds and probabilities, found each other.

  • <p> <b>cartoon network:</b> wow, we just love all our shows! we love them so much... THAT WE CAN'T WAIT FOR PEOPLE TO SEE THEM!!<p/><b>first two episodes of five-part regular show series finale:</b> no cartoon network WHAT ARE YOU DOI-<p/><b>cartoon network:</b> love regular show? can't wait for the finale?? WATCH IT NOW ON THE CARTOON NETWORK APP!!!!<p/><b>regular show:</b> aw geez, those episodes were kind of a big deal, not to mention very spoilery, why would you do that<p/><b>steven universe:</b> lmao, for once another show was the one that got leaked<p/><b>cartoon network:</b> who doesn't love steven universe?? all the great mysteries! in fact, a SURPRISING amount of those mysteries are revealed in the next<p/><b>steven universe:</b> oH GOD NO<p/><b>cartoon network:</b> STEVENBOMB!!!!! THAT'S RIGHT, WATCH THE E NT I R E STEVENBOMB, VERY POSSIBLY THE MOST SPOILERY ONE YET, RIGHT NOW ON THE CARTOON NETWORK APP!!!!<p/><b>steven universe:</b> we shoulda frickin known<p/><b>adventure time islands:</b> *cowering in the corner*<p/></p>
The Husbands of River Song.
  • <p> <b>Flemming:</b> So, where is the Doctor now?<p/><b>River:</b> I haven't the faintest idea.<p/><b>Flemming:</b> is that credible?<p/><b>River:</b> it's true<p/><b>Flemming:</b> you're the woman he loves.<p/><b>River:</b> no I'm not<p/><b>Flemming:</b> she's lying.<p/><b>River:</b> the doctor does not and has never loved me. I'm not lying.<p/><b>Hydroflax:</b> *scans* confirmed. The life form is not lying.<p/><b>Flemming:</b> impossible! This is a trick.<p/><b>River:</b> no it isn't.<p/><b>Flemming:</b> my information is correct! You are the woman who loves the Doctor!<p/><b>River:</b> yes I am. I've never denied it. But whoever said he loved me back? He's the doctor. He doesn't go around falling in love with people. And if you think he's anything that small or that ordinary, then you haven't the first idea of what you're dealing with.!<p/><b>Flemming:</b> your majesty I assure you she is the perfect bait! When this woman is in danger the doctor will always come.<p/><b>River:</b> oh you are a moron! No he wont!<p/><b>Flemming:</b> he's probably already here.<p/><b>River:</b> no he isnt of course he isn't!<p/><b>Flemming:</b> possibly on this ship!<p/><b>River:</b> well go on! Scan it then! Go on why don't you!<p/><b>Doctor:</b> um, River...<p/><b>River:</b> Two hearts, stupid clothes. You can't miss him!<p/><b>Doctor:</b> River...<p/><b>River:</b> go on! Scan the whole parsec! He's not here! God knows where he is right now, but I promise you he's doing whatever the he'll he wants and not giving a damn about me! And I'm just fine with that--<p/><b>Doctor:</b> River...<p/><b>River:</b> when you love the doctor it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back! And if I happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you, the doctor is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me.<p/>
  • River and the Doctor: (very long pause)
  • <b> Doctor:</b> ...hello, sweetie...<p/></p>
  • River: oh you are soooo doing those roots.
  • Doctor: What, the roots of the sunset?
  • River: Don't you dare.
  • Doctor: I'll have to check with the Stars themselves.
  • River: oh shutup!
aftg characters as b99 quotes
  • neil: if i had a mic right now, i would drop it.
  • andrew: it's very embarrassing having feelings.
  • kevin: [you're so good at this stuff.] i know, i'm good at everything.
  • aaron: school is cool. that's why it rhymes.
  • nicky: i'm 23, i'm a celebrity, and today, i'm gonna die!
  • dan: i feel like a proud mama hen whose baby chicks have learned to fly!
  • matt: don't give candy to a baby! they can't brush their teeth.
  • allison: [hey, do you carry a hairbrush in your purse?] of course. i'm not an animal.
  • renee: you're looking at the undisputed bubble weight champion.
  • riko: my mother cried the day i was born because she knew she would never be better than me.
  • jean: i am way too sleep-deprived to deal with your negativity right now.
  • wymack: look at that. you've helped me find my smile.

bitchy-witch-of-wv  asked:

Do you have any tips on loosening matts in a cats fur? One of my cats gets terrible matts when she sheds her winter coat and we have to cut them out, but they're stuck tight to her chest and sides right now and I don't know how to loosen them. She feels much better without the matts and I don't want her to have to deal with them for longer while they release naturally. I can't afford a groomer or I'd just take her to one of them

Honestly, I am not willing to give you any other advice than: you need to find a way to afford a groomer, or do a payment plan with one. 

Matts are painful and super close to the skin and if you try to get them out yourself you can and will rip your cat’s skin and hurt them a huge amount. It is pretty inhumane, honestly, to try to do it yourself - it requires specialized tools and having been trained. 

Find the money, then start a regular brushing regimen so they don’t come back. 

alittlemissfit  asked:

"I'm sorry, I just can't deal with this right now." for the five sentence fic. :)

Season 9 || Post William || I’m sorry

‘I’m sorry, I just can’t deal with this right now.’ 

It’s been four minutes since she last spoke, to say hello, and the therapist catches Scully with her eyes as she tries to gather her stuff to leave.

‘Miss Scully. I know this is a difficult time for you, but I-’

‘Do you?’ Scully cuts her of with two brutal syllables, her knuckles whitening around the handle of her briefcase. ‘Do you really know how “difficult” this time is for me Dr Hansard?’ And though the therapist starts to reply, now that the words have loosened in Scully’s throat, there is no stopping them pouring forth, drowning any offer of help as they fill the room.

‘Do you know what you were doing last night at 3am Doctor? Or how about last Friday at 3am. Or last year? 1997? What were you doing on July 9th, 1994 at 3am? Sleeping probably, most people would be, and if they weren’t it’s unlikely they’d remember what exactly they were doing at 3am on a random day any time in the past decade. But I can tell you.

The day after our first case together, Fox Mulder called me, after 2am, just to talk things over. At 3am I was still awake, thinking about all that we’d achieved, all that we still had to find out. And that was just the first time. Almost every night for the next seven years I was awake at three, talking to him, learning him, or awake by instinct, thinking of him and wondering if he would call. Whether I should call. I was never alone at 3am. He was just a phone call away.

And then he was closer. So close. He was under my skin and everywhere and when I woke up at 3am I could reach out and touch him. It turns out 2.47 was his nightmare blackspot, so 3am was when I would hold him and scare the demons away. Sometimes when I woke up he’d be watching me. Loving me. It was as simple as that. Every 3am, for better for worse he was there, loving me. Making love to me. Until he was gone.

The first 3am was the worst. I was in hospital and I didn’t know yet. I thought I was alone and that night was agony. The next one was a little better, for the imagined flutter of our baby growing inside me. So though 3am was hard, it wasn’t impossible. 3am was when I prayed for him. Prayed for them both. It was a painful peace but I had hope. Even after he died. 

Even after he came back different. 3am was a ritual, and it was close to the time he came to my door and asked if he was the father and then came back to me. He worshipped us both at 3am. All day really, but it was special at that moment. For as long as it lasted.

He left. 

I made him go. 

And part of me went with him. But the rest of me had a purpose. At 3am there would be soft snuffling on the baby monitor. I could while away the loneliness knowing that William needed me. That Mulder was gone but that I was still not alone.

Except now I am alone. 

That room where I used to rock him is empty, study furniture stacked hastily over the baby blue walls as if that can somehow make up for the silence. For the cold spot on my shoulder  where he used to lie. I bought new sheets. I thought maybe that would make it easier, but the bed is still empty doctor, the house is still empty. I am still empty. And 3am is the emptiest.

Every night. At that moment I lie awake an listen for the breathing of my son, for the heartbeat of my love, for the ringing of that phone from all those years ago, and when they don’t come, the silence smothers me.

That’s how difficult it is for me, doctor. And I’m sorry. But I can’t do this right now.’

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anonymous asked:

I'm... gay. I hate it so much. Like I would put myself into conversion therapy if it would make me straight. But my country banned it two years ago. I don't know what to do. I want to accept myself, more than anything, but I can't. What can I do? I feel awful.

You are dealing with so much right now, I can understand why you would feel awful. Let me tell you something, conversion therapy, even if it was legal where you were, would not make you straight, in fact, it would probably make you feel even worse about this entire situation. 

Overcoming internalized homophobia is incredibly difficult, you are not alone when you say you wish you weren’t gay. There are a lot of us who have wished to be straight at some point just to make living easier. I’ve been one of those people. Accepting yourself can be a long and difficult road, you have to make the decision to love and accept yourself for who you are. I would start with looking at yourself in the mirror everyday and saying something like, “I’m gay and that’s okay. I love and accept myself.” You don’t have to believe it right away, but it’s something you should practice like a self-mantra every day, and sooner or later you may find yourself believing what you say. It’s a hard decision to make, but ultimately you have to be the one that decides you don’t want to hate yourself anymore for being gay, you have to decide that from this day forward you are going to learn to be kind to yourself and love yourself for who you are. I wish you all the best hun. Be kind to yourself and take care, okay? 

-Mom Em

I told you we couldn’t do this anymore because in that moment I was trying to protect myself.
But the minute you said you were hurting
I did a complete flip and came right around.
I really shouldn’t have.
Now you know how much you mean to me
Now you ignore me
Now you don’t care
I should just stick to what I know
The value of a human decreases when their availability increases.
That’s basic Economics.
But how can I not instantly text back when all I’ve really been doing all day is waiting to hear from you.
How do I manage to be in this same fucked up situation every time?
Is there really nothing under this pretty paper I’m wrapped in that you like?
Can’t you see anything in me that you could possibly love?
Numbers lie
7.2 billion people and more doesn’t mean you will definitely find someone to love you truly.
3.46 am doesn’t mean everyone is asleep
20 years old doesn’t mean healed
13,568 kilometres doesn’t mean too much distance, the unread message does.
Numbers definitely lie,
But so do words.
Hope - breeds eternal misery
Love - not for everyone
Pain - inevitable
Night - tears
Me - breaking

Take my tablet away from me.

Oh, my stars.

Grillster stuff! My AU Gaster and regular Grillby for a friendo. c: The binary tool is one of my favorites because it’s really fun to use but at the same time it posed a challenge for Gaster’s robe. I cheated a little with a nebula brush but drew the stars myself. Was relaxing!

Trying to get their glasses right was not. I see you, several mistakes, but I’m too sleepy to deal with you right now.

  • Brendan: wait wait I thought your name was Sasha??
  • Alex: no let's not get into this right now...
  • Brendan: doesn't Alex mean Sasha??
  • Alex: In Russian yeah- but that's a different conversation
  • Brendan: Sasha Alexandrovich Galchenyuk?
  • Alex: ye-no no Alexander Alexandrovich Galchenyuk
  • Brendan: oh okay okay
  • Alex: Brendavich would sound cool
  • Brendan: Brendavich would yeah
  • Alex: Brendan Galchenyuk...yeah I mean maybe we'll become better friends in a couple years and I would consider that.
  • Brendan: cool.

anonymous asked:

I find often can't get myself to draw or paint anymore. How do you deal with artist's block?

hm hmm this one is always tough to answer! 

i haven’t been stuck in an art block for a very very long time now because my schedule is so packed that when i actually get the chance to draw for myself i have a million ideas and i want to get right down to work!

but i think fixing it depends on the cause of your artist’s block. if it’s a matter of feeling a lack of inspiration, then i would recommend looking at art that you love. scroll through some art blogs that you love to inspire you, watch shows or movies that make you want to draw or give you ideas for characters or stories or backgrounds or anything! read a novel or a comic or brainstorm with someone to come up with some ideas. look at sculptures or sewn things or felted things. often what inspires me most is looking at people’s sketchbooks or messy in-progress work. sometimes looking at finished art is like looking at something a million steps away. so looking at stuff in progress is more inspiring because it seems more attainable

if it’s a matter of you being unable to make stuff that you like, then try and change things up a little! switch mediums, switch art styles, look at other people’s work and ask yourself what you like about their work that you find is lacking in your own. to keep yourself from growing bored or feeling like you’re not making progress i’ve found that switching mediums really does the trick! right now i’m starting sewing again :) but if you can’t go that far away from your trade like if you can’t sew or do sculpture, if drawing is your THING, then instead of ink or pencil, try watercolor! or crayon! or colored pencil!

another IMPORANT thing is just not caring anymore! it’s easier said than done but i think sometimes art block can be a perfectionist issue that can turn making art into a stressful thing. it should not be stressful! so just doodle! make anything at all, even if it’s ugly. you could even start a sketchbook that you use just for art block times that you can be ugly in and when the sketchbook is finished you’ll have a beautifully ugly book. or you can just be ugly in your normal sketchbook or on paper anywhere or whatever! don’t afraid to make yucky lines or bad work. who cares! not you! 

whatever you do just keep drawing and making art! it doesn’t have to be good, it doesn’t have to be finished, but once you stop making things because of art block it gets harder and harder to start up again the longer you go without making something!

i hope this could help!!! good luck with your work and getting out of that nasty art block!! kick its BUTT

Illness Starters
  • "I feel terrible."
  • "You look awful. When is the last time you slept."
  • "I threw up more than I ate."
  • [text] Can you bring me some ginger ale?
  • "Would you like some mint tea?"
  • "I'd love to help, but I feel like shit."
  • "I'm sure if anything can be done to help..."
  • "I feel like a vice is around my head and constantly squeezing."
  • [text] This is going to sound weird but can you get me some Imodium?
  • "Please tell me you have some Tylenol..."
  • "My head is killing me."
  • "Are you feeling okay?"
  • "I have been hurling for a week now."
  • "I've been feeling like crap ever since I got bit. Hey, do you think I'll get supernatural powers?"
  • "Just lie down and I'll take care of everything."
  • "Suck it up buttercup."
  • "I'm dying. I know I'm dying."
  • "Can I get some soup?"
  • "That's not going to happen because I see two of you right now."
  • "I knew I shouldn't have eaten that..."
  • "Sorry. I can't go anywhere today. I have someone sick at home."
  • "I'm going to go to the store. Do you want anything?"
  • "I can't feel anything below the neck."
  • "Is that medicine suppose to make you feel like you're flying?"
  • "I just want to nap right now."
  • "I don't feel like dealing with that right now."
  • "Sure. No. I'm fine. Couldn't be feeling better."
  • "You can barely stand."
  • "Is that a new dance craze or did you just stagger?"
  • "I'll deal with everything. You just rest."

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any reversible spells to get over something? Cause there's something in my life that I can't do anything about right now, but I'll be able to deal with it soon. It hurts while I can't do anything, but when I can I want to be emotionally ready. Do you know of anything to help me just forget or come to terms with this until I can change it?

I would suggest spells for strength or courage, honestly, to help you get through something. I just don’t see the point in casting a spell to get over something, if you just want to undo it later, to get back into it and handle it then? You know what I mean? Also, the spells I’ve seen to help move on and get over something are pretty permanent-looking, because you’re supposed to move on and not go back - it’s kind of the point of the spells, after all. Yeah, I’d say just cast strength spells to help you endure whatever this is until you’re ready to handle it. Or maybe the spells will help you be ready to deal with it sooner. Regardless…

Spells

Sigils

I know that’s not exactly what you wanted, but I feel it’s the best I can give right now, after thinking about what you wrote. Good luck anon. :)

he’s not a siren

Chapter 6: Impromptu - A short piano piece, often improvisational and intimate in character

Summary: Merman AU. Their meeting is orchestrated by fate, conducting them one at a time to step on the stage. With the flick of the baton, in time, they will sing the same song, but only if they aren’t swept away by the ocean’s mighty waves.

All Ladybug wishes is to have a Chat Noir by her side, but what Marinette finds is that maybe she just needs a more aquatic companion.

Pairing: Ladynoir/Adrinette

WC: 4.1K

Parts: 1/2/3/4/5

Also: AO3//FF.net


All good dreams lead back to the sea, lead him back to colors and life’s vitality. Happy dreams, better memories pulled apart and twisted until only just joy remains. Slightly fictitious and fantastical dreams dripping with magic at the seams.

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