crying at every one of them

anonymous asked:

heyyy abby i need ur advice pls. im autistic (like .. super autistic? i dont like functioning labels but im .. very "low functioning". like. im mostly nonverbal) so i got a job where i dont have to talk much. well we have this one regular who KNOWS i cant talk and shes being such a fucking pissbaby about it ???? like it's So Rude to not speak .... what do i do?? it's hard to resist punching her in the face bc she'll just yell at me for not talking until i cry and she does it like every week

My oldest son is on the spectrum, so I’m tempted real bad to go down there and punch her for you. Does management know this is going on? Maybe let them know it is harassment and you’d like to be able to walk away when you need to. Hell, I’d just walk away anyways and if they ask then tell them. If I were your manager there I’d ban her ass from the store. Ask if it’s possible! The smelly fucking sasquatch really needs to be dipped in boiling honey then thrown to the bears. Un-fucking-believable. It definitely sounds like she does know you are autistic and is trying to force it out of you or something. Seriously, I wish I could hunt her ass down and key “evil cunt” into her damn car then put it in sharpie on her face.

Has any of our followers on the spectrum gone through this? What course of action did you take? I’m almost positive there is a law that would protect this anon, just not sure what though. Hostile work environment? -Abby

*EDIT* If it’s bad enough maybe you can even get a restraining order. -Abby

things i’ve learned this weekend
  • you can fall in platonic love
  • better to try than to not try at all
  • hugs are good. hugs are very good. 
  • a few good friends are better than many acquaintances
  • everyone is fake to some degree
  • it is better to listen and stay silent rather than speak when you have nothing substantial to contribute
  • telling sad people to “look on the bright side” invalidates their feelings
  • people are so interesting. every person is so much deeper than they originally appear
  • friendship is so valuable. not being friends with someone who you used to be friends with really really sucks. hearing “happy birthday” from them is one of the greatest feelings in the world.
  • crying is cathartic. crying is good. crying when other people cry is okay. crying and hugging at the same time is an experience. 
  • be open-minded. being trapped in my liberal bubble is now a huge fear of mine
  • being able to openly talk about sex and drugs and other “taboo subjects” with other girls is so so so liberating
  • makeup is fucking awesome. good eyebrows are something to be proud of
  • it is okay to copy blair waldorf’s style. for now.
  • heels that don’t fit right hurt so bad
  • you are not obligated to enjoy sub-par experiences
  • sharing a hotel room with four other girls, ordering pizza, and staying up until two am is fantastic
  • don’t accidentally ditch the one person in the group that you mutually want to spend time with
  • “i love you” is such a strong phrase especially when you’re hearing it for the first time from someone. it is better if you are hugging. it is stronger if you are crying.
  • someone who laughs at the same stupid shit as you is someone to be treasured.
  • staying hydrated is so fucking important
  • folding clothes is so important especially if you want them all to fit in your luggage
  • feeling someone’s chin rest on your head as you hug them is fucking fantastic
  • sometimes you meet a guy who is so perfect and amazing and you never want to not be with them. and sometimes this person is just a freakin amazing friend because not everything has to be romantic
  • waiting for the right guy is more important to me than chasing any male in the vicinity
  • shy extroverts exist. i am one of them
  • snapchat unites
  • hormones fuck you up
  • hugs are free and so good

asianregret  asked:

Who's the better drunk? Alex or Lena?

{{I feel like Alex would go from party-girl-drunk to mean-drunk real quick

While lena would have more stages: first few shots she’d feel like she could dance; then would come hyper-flirty Lena; then clingy Lena telling every single one of the superfriends how much she loves them, but above all how much she loves kara; and last but not least, weepy-Lena, crying about everything and everyone!

Kiss me in public. Put your arm around me so people know I’m with you. Call me babe in front of our waiter. Pull me in because I’m just not quite close enough to you. Make me watch that one tv show that’s your guilty pleasure. Tell me your biggest fear and I’ll promise to protect you. Kiss me at red lights because if you don’t then I’ll kiss you. Show me the one song you can never listen to without crying. Don’t hide the tiny details about you. Because I’ll remember every one of them.

“It’s terrifying, isn’t it?”
     "What?“ he asked.
     "That we’re all so small,“ she said, turning her face to the stars. "And that we live such complicated lives. Do you ever think about that? The fact that every person in rush hour traffic has a first kiss and a favorite person and something that makes them cry on the spot. I mean, there’s billions of us on this one little speck overthinking what the hell we’re doing with our lives. Constantly planning and worrying and discovering. Knowing all along we’re just a dot in the universe. A tiny little crumb. Practically invisible.”
     She paused to take a breath, her lungs expanding until she could hold no more, and then she whispered, “It’s terrifying to me that we can be so small and so enormous at the same time.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write // 27
6

ACTUAL LONG-SUFFERING SINGLE DAD CHRISTOPHER PIKE

7

21 years of progression. I have very specific memories of when I was younger. I remember crying in bed for god to make me a girl. I begged and pleaded every night that I would wake up the next morning with the right parts in the right body and every day I woke up in disappointment. I remember going through my mom’s wardrobe on more than one occasion and showing her what I put on. I remember picking the girl characters in any video game I ever played.

For years I would have people refer to me as a girl with a variety of different names. I would ask them to do my make up or let me borrow their clothes. All I thought about, all I wanted to do was girly things.

Going through puberty and not having my body develop the way I wanted to was a hard blow to handle. Things were different when I was younger and still had a high voice and softer features.

Figuring out the way boys act with each other was a wake up call as well. I wasn’t like them I didn’t want to do the things they wanted to do. I flocked to the the feminine my whole life. If I tried to put it out of mind, it wouldn’t last long. This wasn’t a phase this was who I was.

I hid who I was for too long. I cared what others thought about me and I let that dictate my actions. I couldn’t continue this or things would only get worse. Finally transitioning was the most incredible thing that could have happened to me. Finally I was on the right track I was doing what made me happy. I was living my life authentically as a woman. I was being myself.

This is something I know I’ve not only wanted but needed. I don’t know where I’d be if I’d even be anywhere if it wasn’t for transitioning. I’m in a body I can be comfortable with and I can flaunt my femininity without shame. I have always been a girl and nobody will tell me otherwise.

Trans and proud.

It’s 5am the morning after Val and I went to see the Grumps live.

Only now do I realize that every fan interaction we had at the show, every one of them used she/her when talking to me.

I was so wrapped up in the hype of the show I didn’t realize it until now.

I’m actually so happy I could cry…

Things I learned during my first weekend at college
  • Your parents will hover like crazy and try to help you unpack when you move in. They mean well, but if you’re overwhelmed don’t be afraid to kick them out for a bit. 
  • Don’t ask your RA what bars to hit up in town (like one girl from my floor actually did)
  • Check your e-mail five times a day, your professors might be sending out syllabi or other helpful/important stuff ahead of time. 
  • You will cry at least once while buying textbooks from the campus bookstore that you couldn’t find used on Chegg (sidenote: use Chegg) 
  • Your dining hall probably has pizza available for every meal. Don’t eat pizza for every meal. 
  • Even if you hated salads your entire life, you will learn to love them so that, you know, you don’t eat pizza for every meal. 
  • Check your dining hall hours online. Some of them close between meals. 
  • Leave your door open or do random Internet browsing in the floor lounge if you want to meet more people. 
  • At least one of your posters will constantly fall down no matter how many 3M command strips you use.
  • A lot of campus events are lame. A lot of them are not. Go to as many of them as you can anyways to meet more people.
  • If you need time to yourself, take it. You’ll make friends eventually without having to hang out with them constantly. 
  • Don’t expect to become BFFs with everyone you meet, and don’t expect to become best friends over your first weekend. 
  • If you’re standing if a long period of time, bend/relax your knees every so often. If you keep them locked, you might trigger a nerve in your body that causes you to pass out (this may or may not have happened to me on my second day, oops) 
  • Drink water.
  • Carry an umbrella if there is the slightest chance of rain. Carry one even if there isn’t, just in case. 
  • Carry a sweater or hoodie always. 
  • Pokemon Go is lit on college campuses; every single building is a gym or pokestop and there are lures everywhere. Plus, your eggs hatch in no time because you’re walking everywhere. 
  • It’s okay to eat alone in a dining hall; either no one will care or someone will sit at your table and strike up a conversation.
  • If you really, really don’t want to eat alone, literally just knock on someone’s door in your hall. If they don’t want to go with you, try someone else. Chances are, someone else might be hungry, too or at least willing to walk over with you. 
  • Come up with a roommate agreement. Decide when you’re cleaning, sharing policy, guest policy, light and noise preferences, etc. 
  • If there is a massive involvement fair on campus, research some clubs online so you know what to look for. Otherwise you’ll be overwhelmed in two seconds. 
  • Join a group chat with people on your floor or in the same area of study as you, it’s super helpful for general information.
  • Ask everyone you talk to to add you on Snapchat. 
  • Simple things like taking out the trash or doing laundry will suddenly feel very overwhelming. 
  • You learn a lot of stuff from being in college for only three days and not even taking any classes. 

Sometimes I think about how much Rhett and Link have changed and grown in their relationship over the past few years, like this is IRL character development and it’s like reading the best kind of slow-burn except it’s all actually happening.

I mean, they went from literally recoiling from each others’ touch and refusing to even give each other compliments, to putting on costumes like this

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and giving interviews where they say stuff like this

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and coming up with show ideas that literally force them into each others’ personal space in increasingly intimate ways

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not to mention taking every

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possible

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opportunity

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for physical contact

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that the wheel endings will allow

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(need I remind you that not a single one of the wheel endings above required physical contact in ANY WAY? They took it there all on their own.)

It’s so beautiful, even with all shipping and tinhatting aside, that their friendship has reached a point where they no longer have to cry NO HOMO every time they accidentally brush their arms together, because they’re comfortable with their relationship and how they feel about each other. Male friendships are normal, and can be affectionate and loving and even physically demonstrative. It’s been wonderful watching them embrace that.

I have so many emotions about this. I am a broken shell of a person because of these two ridiculous manchildren. If they stay the course, I will surely perish before the year is out.

blood

No but for fuck’s sake

  • They are brothers. Brothers
  • The first time James calls Sirius brother is when his mother introduces them to a stranger and Sirius could feel his heart almost coming out of his cage, the blood thumping against the walls of his veins, because he is the brother of the one person he loves more than life itself.
  • They are brothers in every way but blood.
  • The first time Euphemia introduces Sirius as her son is somewhere in the King’s Cross, just loud enough for Walburga to hear. Sirius feels the blood in his veins change colour, it’s no longer black, it’s red.
  • They are brothers and they knew it before they met.
  • The first time Sirius calls Euphemia mum is unintentional but it feels more genuine than all the times he had called Walburga mother and Euphemia knows, she knows he didn’t mean to but she wouldn’t have it any other way. He is of her blood but he doesn’t know.
  • They are a family.
  • Sirius breaks down as bad as James does when he receives the news, one right after the other. He tries to stand tall at the funerals as the taller boy seems so small suddenly, he feels his blood trying to leave his body as if the veins confining them aren’t enough anymore.
  • They are alone.
  • But they have each other and that’s more than anyone could as for, Sirius loses the one person he cared about that shared his blood and the red on his knuckles is wiped away by James.
  • People die.
  • But they don’t, they hang on the each other, they save each other’s life countless times. Sirius tries to pay back James for all the times he saved his life, it’s not enough. When James is hit by one of the worst hexes Sirius had seen, he would give anything to be the one to bleed out on the floor. 
  • Babies are born.
  • When James asks Sirius to be the godfather, he feels magic float around his veins instead of blood. He feels tied to the small boy in his arms staring up at him, he hears his small heart beating and swears he would do anything to keep the blood running in his veins. 
  • He is gone.
  • Sirius walks slowly into the house he knows so well but it’s so different because his blood is not the same anymore. As he crouches next to the body of his brother, his fingers just about to close his eyes, Sirius’ blood changes colour and it’s black once more.
  • He wants revenge.
  • And he gets what he doesn’t deserve, his blood is frozen still because James is gone and all the promises he made to the small boy are gone.

things that are still laced with you:

1) my playlists. I have so many songs written in notebooks and saved on my computer that remind me of your brown eyes or your laugh. they all have our songs in them, the ones we shared with each other and the ones we found together. sometimes when I feel empty, i’ll listen to them and let myself cry, just so at least my chest is filled with sadness than nothing at all.


2) my sweaters. every time I slip one over my head I can feel your arms and a whisper as light as air. you always said I looked particularly adorable in those hoodies, the way they were too long for my arms and how they hung loose past my hips. they still smell like you from when it was raining too hard and we’d cuddle to pass the cold. i’m just afraid that my sweaters will always feel like you, and nothing else.


3) my photo gallery. I still have the pictures we took on dates and the selfies we took at parties, still high off of the adrenaline and laughter. they come in groups, taking stabs at my heart as I scroll past them in my photos, I can’t bring myself  to delete them, they make me too happy before my ribs start to crack. I wonder if you’ve already deleted them off of your phone.


4) the box in my drawer. we both away went to opposites ends of the country, and we were so in love that we needed a way to hang onto each other. we wrote to each other in notebooks to give at the end of the ten days. we never got around to exchanging them so the wrinkled pages are sitting in an empty chocolate box you got me for Valentine’s Day last year in my desk drawer. The pins and figurines you gave me as presents sit there as well, too painful to look at yet to beautiful to throw away.

—  things that are still laced with you

okay, but angels

angels seeking their siblings, both heavenly and fallen, in the face of every stranger

angels avoiding eye contact at all costs, because they just don’t want to be found

angels reverently walking into churches and being overwhelmed with home

angels shaking furiously as they pass churches, because they are overwhelmed with memories

angels staring into the mirror, counting flaws like stars and crying because they were glorious once

angels smirking into their reflection, because they could get used to this

angels smiling as they watch their loved ones just live, knowing they were brought here to protect them

angels snarling at strangers, angry because they can’t even begin to fathom

angels in country fields, weeping at night, begging to come home

angels walking city sidewalks, more in love with this home than they ever were in heaven

angels, who clutch at memories of souls of gold and bones of eternity

angels, who live by iron, dirt, and sheer force of will

angels, who walk the line of mortal and divine, who see no need to make the choice

angels seeking divinity

angels running from divinity

angels who just don’t care about divinity

angels

please don’t be like “oh so now everyone is #prayforBerlin but no one  was #prayforAleppo” because 1) this is a lie a lot of people were talking about Aleppo, it was on the news nearly every day here in Europe, and there was a gathering in my city (only 30 000 inhabitants, it’s not even a Big City) people were lighting candles for Aleppo and praying for them.

and 2) people just died and we don’t know how many, people are scared for their loved ones, we all want to cry because it was at a fucking Christmas market and you don’t expect to die at a christmas market and there must have been children and YES children died in Aleppo and everywhere in the world, but tonight is not about Aleppo or everywhere else in the world it’s about Berlin. So please respect them. You’ll have plenty of time in a few days to talk about how people are desensitived to violence when it’s not happening next door and how the news don’t cover everything fairly, but now, now is not the time.

omgcp characters as things I've done
  • inspired by like every omgcp blog
  • Bitty: got really pissed when no one would eat my peach tart and force fed it to my brother
  • Jack: Had my Queer Awakening(TM) while literally sitting in a closet
  • Holster: sang through the whole Hamilton soundtrack but replaced every "Alexander" with "Adam Sandler", "Hamilton" with "Camel toe", and "Smile more" with "Macklemore"
  • Ransom: Went on a 4am rant about how cool the ocean is and wound up crying
  • Shitty: got into a fight with a bunch of random ass fuckboys about the perks of being a stripper and wound up flashing them before angrily falling into a bush
  • Lardo: invited all my friends over and used them to help me paint space on my door
  • Johnson the Metaphysical Goalie: used my lucid dreaming to turn my friends into old people
  • Chowder: tried to flirt with a pretty girl but wound up sobbing over a dog in my friend's lap while she sat there and watched
  • Nursey: told my friend to chill while I was having a panic attack
  • Dex: stopped talking to my friend bc I realized I had gay feelings for them
  • Tango: started genuinely considering the possibility of Waluigi having feelings
  • Whiskey: Went to a party and spent the whole time being a cynical homosexual
  • Parse: painted a gay flag on my face and forced myself to cry so it would run

The fact that there are people out there in the universe that don’t know about the greatness that is Root and Shaw is just…. my heart is truly heavy for you.

They weren’t even planned and yet ended up being my favorite ship of all time (not just out of f/f ships but m/f ones also). I will never stop screaming about them.

They were so unique. Interracial, both neurodivergent and just special in every way. I honestly have never seen another ship like them and even outside of their relationship, they were both just such amazing characters. That’s probably my favorite thing about them. They were their own women with their own arcs and they never needed the other to make them interesting or to prop them up. I actually love the fact that we got to learn about them separately first before they ever fell for each other, made them becoming canon that much more rich tbh. They were individually intriguing characters and then together they were just a force.

Despite how they ended, they’ll always be one of the best femslash couples that graced TV and if you know about their amazingness then you are living life right.

Thank you for your time. This has been a PSA.