dealing with some stuff i guess

Keith: “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

So does this mean Keith cries whenever he’s faced with something personal? This implies that he cries regularly for some reason (or used to), though that reason is still speculation. But seeing how he has a temper (and realizes that), I’m betting that dealing with personal issues does, in fact, make Keith very upset, which is probably why he doesn’t do it. Some people in fandom think Keith isn’t very emotional, or has very strict control over his emotions, but I’ve always thought it was the opposite. I think Keith just removes himself from potentially emotional situations when he can so as to prevent himself showing emotion or getting upset (like how he never said a single word to Allura after she found out he was Galra. He just stayed quiet while she was angry and even after she later approached him, he didn’t say much because that, too, would likely have made him upset). Anger is harder to reel in on the spot, so him losing his temper is more expected, but I’m betting Keith knows that horrible, suffocating feeling that wells up through you when you’re upset and can’t stop the tears. And so he avoids it whenever possible, thus resulting in him avoiding talking about his personal issues. 

Unlike Lance, who is often portrayed in fanon as the emotional one, but that I think has considerable emotional control. Lance very rarely gets upset or loses his temper, despite his insecurities and how much he misses his family. He jokes around and whines, sure, but that’s a conscious kind of display that he uses, I think, as a defense mechanism. The only time in the show that I think Lance has gotten honestly angry (and I don’t mean simply annoyed like when the black lion rejected  him (although I think that did upset him to a certain extent) or desperate like when he was trying to pull Keith back in season 3) is when Shiro chose Keith over him to go into the Marmora Base. Lance gives off an aura of emotionalism as a way of hiding how he really feels, and even when he does get angry, he pulls back quite quickly and doesn’t usually end up yelling, like Keith does. 

Just some character thoughts I guess.    

Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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Remember this, darling, and remember this well: we all get tired of living sometimes. We all have our own painful lives to deal with, and at times we might find our thoughts drifting away to some peaceful abyss. ‘How will they remember me when I die? Where would I go? Would so-and-so miss me? I’d love to see him cry for me.’ Stuff like that. it’s kinda… semi-normal, I guess.

But no matter what, don’t get tired of life. Get tired of love, get tired of hate. Get tired of pain. Get tired of living. But don’t ever give up on life. Hold on to that, and everything will be fine in the end. When things can’t get worse, they can only get better. Don’t ever forget that.

—  highfalutinman  - Unspoken Conversations

((…hey guess what I’m dealing with again 8) seems like a great opportunity to post an edit of an actual game asset I made. feel free to use this as you wish, credit would be cool but w/e if you don’t idc its a dumb 5-minute edit. also here’s yer daily reminder:

stop stealing art you little shits. respect artists, or they will stop making content.

don’t repost stuff that isn’t yours. if you did not explicitly ask the artist if you could repost it, even if you credit them, if you didn’t ask to repost it you’re a thief. plain. and. simple. credit doesn’t give you the right to do whatever you want. you need to ask. and you need their permission. disrespecting fandom artists is how you lose artists.))

There’s Going to be a Lot of Anti-Black History Month Commentary...

I remember when #BlackoutDay was being planned, there was a lot of people who were so against the idea they there were plans on reddit, 4chan and others to bomb the tag. This was the first time I saw anti-Blackness on a huge level.

I didn’t think a day of selfies after a month of Black History was going to be much of a problem. But sadly, it was a huge problem and to this day, even after making sure we stay cleared of other PoC (preplanned) celebrations, reducing it to 4 days within a year (instead of 12), and even battling for control of the day itself. we still have anti-Black commentary or attacks but on a minor scale.

However, with the whole celebration of Black History Month, I knew there was going to be some… pushback. But I didn’t think it was going to be “comment and attack under every Black History Month post” type.

Yeah… the banner and the fact that Tumblr is promoting Black History Month is bringing out people to make negative commentary on not just Staff posts, but the stuff that Staff will highlight. 

I guess the bright side is that Staff is going to learn what we deal with just for expressing ourselves on a daily basis.

So, I’m going to give you some words of advice in case your post gets selected by Staff: start blocking people with extreme comments. Do not engage with them. 

We all know that once they have to start writing stuff to make us feel like we’re less than human, we can’t talk sensibly to them.

If you get anonymous messages and it features extreme negative commentary, block them. 

We shouldn’t ALWAYS have to be these “defenders” when it comes to topics to help us. We shouldn’t always have to be on the offense. It’s going to get ugly and we’re going to have to accept that reality.

Now, note that I said, “extreme comments” and not “people who disagree with" the thoughts of Black history. However, if you choose to block people simply because they ask the question and you don’t feel like doing labor, that’s fine too. 

The fact that I’m writing this to forewarn you actually saddens me as I thought technology would help us engage with people. And it can. But let’s take care of ourselves this time around.

I dealt with White tears and fears for too long on my W3NK blog, so I know the strain it can take on you. I turned into someone kinda impulsive at times. I don’t want you to become me.

So, don’t feel bad if your block hand is heavy. People who rather see you sad or dead just because they pour their projections on you shouldn’t be given a chance to redeem themselves. 

P.S. - If you plan on attacking the original poster… I dealt with your kind all the flipping time. And usually, I’ll engage. But this time, I will follow my own advice, except I’ll go one step further. I won’t disclose what that step is because it will reveal too much. Just know I’m not your damn mule and I don’t have to take your shit.

Writing is Hard, Part 3: Phone Sex

Summary: You and Dean try something in order to write about it.

Read Part 1 Part 2

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


“How many are we up to now?”

The phone rests warm between your ear and shoulder as you glance down at the screen. “Almost four hundred followers,” you tell him. “Not exactly famous yet.”

Dean pauses, and you picture him sprawled out on a motel bed very much like yours, just two states over, glass in hand and flannel shirt crumpled at the foot of the bed, undershirt clinging tight to his chest.

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hi babes!

it has been a while since you’ve heard from me, this much i know, because it’s been a while since i’ve checked this site. i’ve logged out of the app because i feel like sometimes it hinders me more than helps me, which i guess we’ll see in due time, heh.

updates on the writer’s block: i want to say it’s over, but it’s more like, it might be over, but i haven’t had time to find out. i’m dealing with some personal stuff right now, like, a lot of it, lol, so i haven’t had much time to myself and to be able to sit down and actually dedicate my time to writing like i usually do, which, if i’m being honest, is making me a little sad, lol.

i’m hoping that by next week, things will have gone back to normal enough so that i at least have some free time in the mornings again to sit down and write as much as i can. if you think i don’t think about tmtts every single day, you are incorrect. every day i think about what they’re doing and about the scenes i’m going to write and i do have a lot of bullet points in my notes that i hope will make writing scenes a lot easier once i do finally sit back down and start writing.

i’m really excited about this chapter. the more i think about it the more i remember that this chapter is literally the turning point of the story. after this chapter, isak’s problem turns from one thing to another. so hopefully you guys will enjoy it just as much when it’s out and still love me. i still plan on it being pretty long, heh, obviously, so no worries there, but i can’t give you a certain date.

if things do go back to semi-normal next week, and if i find myself on the roll i want to be on again, then from then on i doubt you’ll have to wait more than a week and a half, two weeks tops. so cross your fingers for me, and thank you for ALL your lovely comments and well wishes. you guys have no idea how much it means to me. seeing how much a lot of you have checked in over the past month — just, yeah. thank you. you have no idea how encouraging that really is to me. if it weren’t for that (and ofc the support of my wonderful summer lbh), i probably would have given up a long time ago, decided life’s become too much for me to carry on two universes at once.

if anything, tomorrow i might have some time to do some writing exercises, so maybe i’ll be able to write something short and in another universe for y’all in order to get my gears turning a little more. we’ll see. i love you guys SOSOOSOSOS MUCH and thank you again for your never-ending support. i love you guys to the moon and back ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Okay, so inspired by this, imagine Harry and Draco in eighth year, finally realizing their attraction to each other.

Draco can flirt like the best of them; innuendos, suggestive glances, lingering touches. But Harry, poor Harry, is struck with an awful case of the stutters and finds himself constantly blushing.

The Boy Who Lived, Savior of the Wizarding world? Ha. He can’t get a straight sentence out to Draco (let alone a gay one.) But they get together nevertheless, to everyone’s relief.

Harry is crazy attracted to Draco. Their dates go amazingly and it seems like everything is perfect, but Harry still finds himself (frustratingly) going to bed alone. 

He confronts Draco about it, as he is prone to do, and Draco hears a challenge as he usually does. Harry and Draco sneak off to the room of requirement that night.

Harry is excited. He shows it in his enthusiasm, the fervor of his kiss, his hands hastily reaching for clasps and buttons. Draco is not so much. Tentative, but romantic, and in no hurry to derobe.

Harry pulls away in confusion. “You do want this, right?” He asks, worried.

Draco scoffs, but Harry can’t help but notice the bright pink spread over his features. “Of course I do, Potter. It’s just-” he gestures his hands, which had been undecidedly switching from gently brushing Harry’s sides to hanging limp. “-I don’t have much idea of what I’m supposed to be doing.”

Harry raises his eyebrows in suprise. “You mean you’ve never done this before?” he asks in shock.

“And you have?” Draco snaps back.

“Well, ah, yes.” Harry responds a bit sheepishly.

“Oh.” Draco looks more embarrassed than ever.

Harry rubs a hand across his face. “Look, Malfoy-ah, Draco, it’s not a big deal. Everyone has their first time at some point.” He chuckles. “Don’t think I’m anything but pleased to be part of yours.”

Draco side-eyes him. “And I never would have guessed that you of all people were capable of ever getting this far with anyone. But I suppose it’s better to learn from someone who actually knows what they’re doing anyhow.” he smirks.

Harry returns it with a blinding grin full of sincerity, and pulls Draco in close.

“We’re always flipping expectations, aren’t we?”

actualnerdmitunacaptor  asked:

Someone say taz headcanons??? Dude berry and kravitz brother in laws with initial awkwardness but quickly becoming giant dweeb friends and the dwins have no fucking clue how to feel about it? Like on ine hand yeah its great but on the other "oh god sometimes they get worse than us"

oh my GOD u have no fking idea how much i love this. its my favorite thing ever and ppl need to write/draw more of it 

they start out just being polite to each other, they’re family and coworkers so they spend a lot of time together already but they Really start to bond when taako and lup fuck off for some Twin Time and kravitz and barry are stuck together and its Awkward because neither of them are truly outgoing but they eventually break the ice when taako calls kravitz on the stone of farspeech and accurately predicts that theyre being quiet dorks

they talk about their relationships and how weird the twins are and kravitz expresses how Much More He Got than he bargained for when dating taako and barry just laughs because… yeah, the twins are a package deal and i guess now i’m part of the package too, you’re stuck with us bud

they talk about their pasts, stuff that hardly gets mentioned to anyone at all anymore. barry talks about his life before the IPRE and kravitz tells him what his life was like when he was alive, and how he became a reaper and they get drunk off of some tacky but expensive wine that has like some super #goth name that they bought bc it felt on-brand and they Just Bro Out So Hard

the twins come home to two idiots playing card games and laughing their asses off at seemingly nothing. after a while they become insufferable best friends, and taako and lup just wonder, like, what have we done? we let this happen. they truly are worse than us now

I just spent this afternoon and early morning writing the most self-indulgent 2495 words I’ve ever written because I was stressed as hell. 

It’s also on Ao3, but heck to tumblr and their links not showing in tags apparently. Here it is, under the cut. 

A Year Later: Hugo

(A @dreamdaddygame ficlet)

Dadsona/Hugo (Obvs)

Teen, Fluff (mild cursing and slight innuendo)“And this one’s called a camel clutch.”

The entirety of Hugo’s weight is on my lumbar, and his hands are threaded under my chin, pulling my head back.

It’s awful.

When we were still on leg locks, it was sexy. Now it’s just a literal pain in my ass…and neck…and back. But it makes him happy, and I’m only a little sorer than usual the next day.

“How’s that feel? Do you like that stretch, honey?”

Oh my god, he’s getting a sick kick out of this, isn’t he?

“Ew. Really?”

When I look up, Ernest is standing in the doorway of the office looking down at us with a very particular shade of contempt. Hugo drops my chin and immediately moves off of me.

“It’s not what it looks like. We were just wrest-”

“Wrestling. I know. Gross.”

Ernest starts walking off.

“Wait!” Hugo calls out, and Ernest leans back lazily to appear in the doorframe again. “How was your weekend with Mike?”

“Fine. We went to the water park, and he bought me some games.”

“That’s great. So you had fun?”

“Yeah sure.” Ernest shrugs and stomps off down the hall. We can hear the door to his room slam.

Hugo hops onto his feet, then pulls me up, being sure to give me a quick peck on the lips along the way. I could definitely stand for something a little heavier, but we both know we need to get dinner started.

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Credits to @squirrellygirlart​ for this wonderful gif above

 (I made the fic header xD)

HEY GUYS. We’re on our second day of Miraculous Blackout and I have a new chapter ready for you all. It comes now with an end note discussing one aspect of the issue :)

Here is Chapter 2 under the cut, but you can also go on AO3 for it :)

Do note that the AO3 link had additional information so I would recommend reading from there :)

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The Pretty, the Reckless

Hey guys! So while I work on the next update I thought I’d post this personal project I had been working on, it’s 21 pages! Damn!

P.S. I know this isn’t following the actual SOA timeline exactly right, so I guess you could consider it a bit of a AU from the show in that aspect (and a few other aspects haha). For those that are fans of the show.

All that aside, I hope you enjoy!

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Eyeshadow Part 4

A/N Sorry this took so long, endings are hard lol.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, read on AO3.

Roman walked in to chaos. The cushions were all over the floor and there was one flying towards his head. Anxiety’s aim was poor and it hit the wall next to him with the dull thud, landing on the floor a moment later.

“Hey Anx, how are you doing?”

“Why do you care. You’ve got valuable, prince-y stuff to do.”

“The most valuable thing a prince can do is ensure the wellbeing of the people of his castle.”

“Oh come off it.” Anxiety’s reply was laced with anger. Roman knew it wasn’t directed at him, although it should have been.

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Hi!

So I’ve received two prompts asking me to try to fix today’s clip

I decided to join both prompts into this fic

I wrote this waaaay too quickly so it’s probably not really good

I tried to get the girls to talk and fix their things, I hope you don’t think it’s too rush up, I don’t think just a single conversation can solve this but like I’ve named this fic: It’s a start

Also, Yousef’s explanation isn’t that good but that is because I feel like I’ve written that explanation a thousand times now and I just don’t want to repeat myself

So basically this is me apologizing because this fic is probably a mess but I am also a mess right now so…yup

Prompts:

“since julie likes to pretend he died, could you please write something with yousef reaching out to sana after he somehow finds out what happened? texting her to see if she’s ok, her like why do you care, the fact that you’re dating my friend doesn’t make us friends, and yousef like wwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” 

“ fix-it for the girl squad, they ask her why she did it, Sana think she needs to apologize but once she’s explained the girl squad apologizes for not listening or realizing something was wrong, also maybe she and Noora talk about Yousef and you slip in some Yousana somewhere in this mess of a prompt as well. ❤️”

I’ve changed them a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

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“I promise. We’ll be there” Chris said before hanging up the phone.

Sana could feel the tears rolling down her face and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She turned around to look at the window once again and she froze when she saw him. Outside her window, on the grass, Yousef was standing looking right at her. She noticed the exact moment when he realized she was crying. He saw his eyes widening, his lips forming a line, his hands turning into fists.

She quickly turned around hoping that he would let it be, but of course, he wouldn’t.

“Sana!” she heard him calling her “Sana, wait!”

She stood still in her place, her back still to the window.

“Sana, please look at me” he must’ve approached her ‘cause he sounded closer “Sana”

She took a deep breath and turned around slowly, her face still wet from the tears.

“Why are you crying?” he asked

He was now on the other side of her window.

“It’s none of your business” she said dryly

“I’m worried about you”

She just looked at him and stayed quiet

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked “Maybe it’ll make you feel better”

“It won’t”

“Sana, you can keep all to yourself, you will explode. You need to talk to someone”

“And that someone is you?”

“I don’t see anyone else around here” he said shrugging

“Why are you even here?”

“I’m meeting Elias but he hasn’t arrived yet, your mom said I could wait here” he said and she just nodded “Come out so we can talk”

Again she just stared at him

“Come on, you’ll feel better”

She sighed. Why not? She couldn’t feel any worse than she already did. And as much as it hurt her, she had to get used to see him and talk to him, he was her brother’s best friend and…and he was Noora’s boyfriend, if there was any chance Noora and her could still be friends, she would have to deal with him too.

“Fine”

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He was sitting on the grass when she arrived. He looked up at her and smiled when he saw that she wasn’t crying anymore. She didn’t return the smile but she sat down next to him on the grass.

“Okay, tell me who made you cry so I can kick their ass”

Sana wanted to laugh at the irony, his girlfriend was one of the people that had made her cry.

“It’s just some stuff with my friends” she said

“Well, I’m listening”

“I…I guess I’ll start from the beginning” she sighed “I found out that this girl, Sara, was planning on throwing me out of the bus”

“I thought you were the bus boss”

“I thought so too. But they’re more and have more power so they could throw me if they wanted to. So I left before she could.”

“And your friends stayed?”

“They don’t know why I did it. The thing is that…after leaving the bus I found out that Sara had been saying nasty stuff about me and my friends, and even her friends. She had told Isak…”

“Even’s boyfriend” he said more as a statement than as a question

Yes, Even’s boyfriend. He had these conversations with Sara where she said all these things about everyone and I took pictures of the messages without Isak knowing. And then…then I made a fake instagram account and posted them. Not the ones about my friends though, I didn’t want them to feel humiliated”

“And did you post the ones about yourself?”

“Yes…I thought it would be a good plan so I wouldn’t get caught”

“Was that the only reason?”

“What do you mean?” she asked frowning

“You said you didn’t post the ones about your friends because you didn’t want them to feel humiliated, yet you posted the ones about you. Did you think like you deserved to feel that way?”

“No…I…I just…” Sana was speechless, that thought had crossed her mind sometimes and she didn’t expect him to see through her that way

“Sana, you know you don’t deserve to be treated that way, right? You deserve to be loved and accepted just the way you are”

“I know…”

“Do you?”

“This is not about that…it’s just” she shook her head and continued with her story “after creating the account I felt bad and I deleted it but the damage was already done. The pepsimax girls thought Vilde had been the one behind the account and made one to bully her, they posted pictures and videos of her. Do you know that Hei Briskeby video of yours? The one with the nudes for nudes and Elias?”

“Yeah…I didn’t know you watched our videos”

“The point is…They made a screenshot of it and tagged Vilde’s boyfriend to make him think that she had cheated on him with Elias”

“But she didn’t”

“I know and now Magnus, her boyfriend, knows too but for a while Vilde thought he was going to break up with her. I was ready to confess everything, it wasn’t fair to Vilde but then…Then Isak took the blame for me”

“He did?”

“Yeah, he figured out that I was behind the Sara account and he took the blame for me. The pepsimax girls apologized to Vilde and wanted to forget about everything but my friends, they wanted to tell the school. Isak could get expelled for something he didn’t do. So I told them the truth”

“You told them everything you’ve told me?”

“No, I told them that I was behind the Sara account. And they…they’re so mad at me, they won’t talk to me” Sana felt the tears coming to her eyes again

“Sana…”

“They hate me…Chris is the only one talking to me but Eva, Vilde and…”she hesitated before saying the name “and Noora”

She looked at him waiting for a reaction to that name, but all he did was stare at her with the same worried face

They won’t talk to me” she finished

“Have they even asked you why you did it?” he asked

She shook her head no and blinked letting the tears come out

“Well, if they don’t care enough to ask you how you are and why you did it, then they don’t deserve you, neither of them” he said

She looked at him kind of confused as to why he was talking about the girls like that, especially about Noora.

“Please don’t cry” he whispered

He moved his hand from his lap to her face, stopping in the air before touching her. He looked at her, waiting for her permission to touch her. She closed her eyes and nodded slightly. He took it as a confirmation and gently wiped away the tears from her face. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a mix of concern and tender. She bit her lip feeling her heart pounding fast on her chest at the proximity.

“Sana?” she heard a girl voice saying

She looked to her side and saw the girls, Vilde, Eva, Chris and Noora, standing in her backyard. Elias was with them. She stood up quickly taking a few steps back so several meters would separate her and Yousef.

“Are we interrupting?” Elias asked “I found the girls on the door and let them in”

“No, no, you’re not interrupting anything. We were just talking” Sana explained abruptly, she focused on Noora then “There was nothing going on, we were just talking, I promise, we were just talking”

“Okay? You don’t need to explain anything to me” Noora said confused

“I just don’t want you to think that I would do anything with your boyfriend behind your back” Sana explained

“My what?” Noora blurted out

“What did you just say?” Yousef asked standing up

“Noora? Are you dating Yousef and you didn’t tell us?” Vilde asked

“No, I’m not dating Yousef, I’m not dating anyone” Noora said

“But I thought…” Sana said confused looking from Noora to Yousef and then back to Yousef

“Sana…” Yousef started but she interrupted him

“Why are you here?” she asked the girls

“We wanted to talk to you” Eva said

“Yousef, let’s leave the girls alone” Elias said

“But…”

“Yousef, come on”

He followed his friend out of the backyard, turning around to give Sana a last look before leaving.

“We’re here because we don’t want to be angry with you without knowing why you did what you did” Eva explained once the boys left

“Sana, we’ve noticed for awhile that you were changing, that something was wrong with you and we know we should’ve asked sooner, but we’re here now, we want to know why were you acting like that” Noora added

“Sara was going to throw me out of the bus” Sana said

“What?” Chris said

“I heard the pepsimax girls talking about it”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Vilde asked

“Because…because I didn’t know if you already knew…”

“You thought we wanted you out?” Eva asked “Why would you think that?”

“You seemed to be having fun with them, you seemed to like them more than you liked me”

“Sana, you’re our friend, yes the pepsimax are fun, but you’re our friend” Chris said

“I just…I didn’t want to give her the chance to humiliate me so I left the bus, but then I found those texts between Sara and Isak, and I swear, Isak didn’t know anything about it, it was all me”

“You wanted revenge on Sara for trying to leave you out?” Noora tried to understand

“Yes…and no. I wanted you to see what kind of person she is” Sana explained “Vilde, Eva…Sara also wrote things about you two”

“Why didn’t you post them?” Vilde asked

“Because I didn’t want people to make fun of you, I was trying to protect you and instead of that I was the reason the girls made that account about you, Vilde”

“Hey, Sana that wasn’t your fault” Eva said “The pepsimax did that on their own”

“Yes Sana, that’s not why we’re angry” Vilde said

“Then, why are you angry?”

“Because you didn’t trust us. You chose hate over us” Noora said

“You should’ve told us about Sara when you found out, you didn’t have to go through that alone” Eva said

“And we’re sorry Sana, we should’ve noticed that you were suffering” Chris added

“I’m not the most opened person…” Sana said shrugging

“That’s not an excuse. We’re your friends, we’re supposed to notice when something is bothering you” Noora said

“We’re sorry Sana” Eva added

“I’m so sorry too, I should’ve told you sooner” Sana said

“Maybe we can start again? Try to be better?” Noora offered

“We can start by looking for a nice van for the 5 of us” Vilde said

“I thought you didn’t want a van” Sana said

“I don’t care anymore, the point is to be together” Vilde smiled

“Okay, group hug” Eva said opening her arms

All the girls embraced each other tightly. They pulled away laughing and sat on the grass.

“Hey Sana?” Noora said “Did you really think I was dating Yousef?”

“I saw you two kissing at SYNG” she admitted “And then I found out you met each other last week”

“That’s what you meant with “the thing with Yousef”, didn’t you?”

“Yes…what did you think I was referring to?”

“I thought he had told you he likes you” Noora said shrugging

“Wh…wh..what? what? Why would you think that?” Sana stuttered

“Sana, I kissed him at SYNG, he just kissed me back for a moment but then he pushed me away. He said he was sorry and that he couldn’t do it. Then he asked me to meet and he told me that he didn’t feel anything about me, that he liked you”

“He said that?” Sana asked blushing

Noora nodded smiling

“I was so shocked when you told me you didn’t like him back but now I get it, you thought I was dating him”

“I did…”

“So you like him?” Eva asked smiling

Sana just looked at her and bit her lip

“Ohhhh Sana is going to have a boyfriend!” Vilde teased her

“Nei Vilde”

 

 -x-

The girls left not long after that. They still had a lot of things to work out between them but at least it was a start.

She closed the front door after they left and turned around to go to her bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him standing in the hallway.

“You scared me!” she said

“Did you really think I was dating Noora?” Yousef asked her

“She already explained it to me, I’m sorry I made assumptions” she said looking at the floor

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me these past few weeks?”

She looked up at him and nodded

“I saw you kissing her”

“That kiss didn’t mean anything. I was…I was confused and I thought, I thought it would be easier for me if I just forgot about you” he explained “But then I realized that I didn’t want to give up on you”

“It really hurt me…and then I found out you were meeting her” she said

“I only met her to…”

“To tell her that you like me” she interrupted him

He widened his eyes and opened his mouth blushing.

“Well…yeah”

“Do you really feel that?”

“Yes, I like you Sana” he said looking at her eyes.

She smiled at him and was about to say something when Elias entered the hallway putting his jacket on and looking at his phone

“Yousef, Adam and the boys are here, come on” he said “Oh Sana, I didn’t see you there. Everything okay, here? Your friends already left?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine” she said

“Cool” he nodded “Come on bro, they’re waiting for us”

“Sure” Yousef said following his friend and walking past Sana

“Hey Yousef” she called after him making him turn around to look at her

“Yeah?”

“Me too” she said smiling before turning around, leaving a very happy Yousef and a very confused Elias behind her.

She entered her room, sat on the bed and smiled to herself.

Just like with the girls, she had taken a step forward with Yousef. And just like with the girls there were still a lot of things to solve, but it was a start.

————————–x————

Again I’m sorry if this is a mess

I hope you’ve liked it

and thank you so much for reading!!♥

to all the people out there romanticizing the fuck out of mental illnesses and especially mentally ill artists: kindly fuck off. 

it’s not romantic to be depressed and an artist.

depression (or other mental illnesses) doesn’t help creativity.
quite the contrary.

i usually draw two to three pieces a week on top of multiple sketches, even with my work for school. 

my depression and some other not fun stuff have gotten way worse since december and guess what? 

i didn’t create more

i’m having trouble doing the simplest things on photoshop or on paper. some days i can’t even think of drawing without having a panic attack. i’ve been working on pieces for weeks, pieces that usually take me a day to complete.

the artistic part of my brain is literally buried under depression, anxiety, dissociation and morbid thoughts. 

so fucking stop with this.

okaynatsu  asked:

Are you still doing prompts? If so could you do “Please talk to me.” And "I can't trust you" nalu please

Miscommunication

Word Count; 1307

A/N; This is really angsty whoops lol. Also it’s two am rn. Have some fun highschool AU stuff in which Natsu is a dumb teenage boy and Lucy is also a teenager. I was thinking around the 15/16 mark? Full of self rightousd energy and over reactive, bcus what teenager doesn’t think they know everything only to have it blow up in their faces a few times? This time, it’s Natsu realizing he can’t judge without knowing the full story, and Lucy realizing that honesty helps people get why she does things.

“Please talk to me.”

Natsu rolled his eyes, making a show of turning up the volume on his head phones. 

“Natsu,” she begged, putting herself in his way. Her eyes were red rimmed, the usual pretty honey brown murky with tears. As if Natsu would fall for that. Again.

“What do you want?” he asked, his gut twinging at how she flinched at his words. He mentally shook himself, why should he care about how some liar felt? He shoved past her, lips thinning when he felt her grab his elbow. 

“Please, just let me explain-”

“What do you want to explain Lucy? That you lied to all of your ‘friends’? To me? That you used us to get back at your dad? Why don’t you go back to your high life up on that hill and leave us ‘vagrants’ alone?” Natsu spat, yanking his arm out of her hands. Lucy stepped back, shock and pain coating her face openly. Natsu had trusted her instantly, opening his home to the strange teenager he met on the street. 

He hadn’t been so wrong about anything before in his life. 

“I never called you that!” Lucy said, voice high and angry and desperate. Natsu scoffed. “I didn’t” she insisted. “Natsu please, I’m sorry I lied to you about my last name but you have to believe me-”

“Trust you?” Natsu asked, crossing his arms over his chest and ignoring how his backpack slipped into the crook of his elbow. “I can’t trust you.”

“Just let me explain!” Lucy screamed, stamping her foot as more tears spilled down her cheeks. Natsu paused, shocked at her sudden anger. Lucy took his silence as letting her speak, scrubbing at her face violently as she hiccuped. Guilt coiled hot and tight in his chest. He’d made her cry. 

“Yes. Yes, I lied about who I was, okay? I c-come from a big house with lots of money and everything someone could ask for. But I- I would give it all up again because I hate it. My dad,” Lucy broke off, lip warbling and her eyes darting away from him. She hugged herself, Natsu reaching out for her but able to stop himself from comforting her. She continued on, not noticing his hand falling to his side. 

“My dad isn’t a good man. I’m sure he was at some point, but after my mom died… He changed. He started drinking. Focused all his time on his job. You know, it’s actually kinda sad, but last month when you guys through me that birthday party was the first time I celebrated my birthday in almost ten years?” Lucy laughed at herself, wiping her face again. She wasn’t lying. Natsu felt it in his bones, that she wasn’t lying and he was making her so scared and sad that she felt like she owed him her life’s story. Natsu made a choking noise, his disgust for himself catching in his throat. Lucy cringed, curling tighter into herself at his noise. 

How could he have been so wrong?

“I ran away becasue I couldn’t stand being alone in that stupid house anymore. All my dad cares about is money and power. I, I overheard him talking to one of his business partners. He was going to pull me out of school, and then when I turned eighteen he promised I’d ma- marry him. Can you believe that? Who trades their daughter for a bigger share in an oil company?” Lucy took in a deep breath, wet and raspy and all Natsu wanted to do was hold her. Drag her back to the shelter Fairy Tail and never let her dad find her again.

“Lucy,” Natsu started, rooted to his spot. God, why couldn’t he be better with emotions and dealing with people?

“So I changed my name, took on my mom’s last name of Ashley because I refused to be anything like my father. And it worked, for a bit. Of course I felt guilty lying to you guys about who I was, and I tried to make myself useful around the shelter to make up for taking up space that other kids needed more.”

Natsu balked. Who could need some place safe to stay more than a girl fearing for her future?

“But then he found me. A-and said all that awful stuff about you guys, but I guess you over heard that, huh?” Lucy gave him a wry smile, eyes flat as she finally looked at him. God, he’d really fucked up this time. “So, I- I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry. It’s my fault my dad tried to shut down the shelter and it’s my fault he said all that stuff about you guys being ‘vangrants’ and ‘hood rats’. As if my dad even cared about who I hung out with outside of how it affected the Heartfilia name. I’m sorry I lied Natsu, and betrayed your trust, and everyone at Fairy Tail. I’ll leave you alone now, I- I just needed to let you know.”

Lucy gave him a small smile, stepping back half a step as she dropped her gaze to the concrete. Natsu felt his backpack slip from his arm completely, ignoring it as it hit the ground. He grabbed Lucy’s wrist, panic blooming through his mind. “What do you mean you’ll leave me alone?” he asked, searching her face. Lucy looked at him, brows scrunched in confusion.

“I’m going home,” Lucy said slowly, standing rigid in her place. Natsu shook his head, stepping closer to her.

“You can’t.”

“I have nowhere else to go,” Lucy said with a small, sad smile. “I’ll be fine, really. I won’t be eighteen for another two years. Maybe their contract will fall through.” She didn’t sound hopeful, even as she put on a facade. For him. The one who had chased her back into the control of that monster.

“No.” Natsu said simply, yanking her towards him and hugging her as tightly as he could. “I was wrong. Yeah you lied, but you were doing what you had to do to survive.”

“I’m not going to die,” Lucy said calmly, still in Natsu’s arms and tense. 

“Your soul will.”

Natsu let that sink in, an exhale finally leaving him when Lucy returned his hug tightly. “I’m sorry I was an ass. Fairy Tail was lucky to have you. All that matters is that you’re Lucy. The sweet, caring, loud, weird girl who makes the entire room smile with you. You’re family, and I never should have said the shit I did. I’m sorry Lucy. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Lucy didn’t say anything, but Natsu felt her start to shake in his arms, nails digging into his back through his shirt where she was holding onto him tightly. They stood in the middle of the sidewalk for another minute, Natsu uncaring of any looks they got. He pulled away, giving her a small smile when she wiped her face again. She was even pretty when she cried, which Natsu thought was almost insulting. Who taught their child to be controlled even when they cried?

Natsu grabbed her hand, picking up his backpack as he started walking in the direction of Fairy Tail. “Natsu?” Lucy called, concern flashing through her eyes, Natsu thankful to notice some of the old spark returning to them. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home,” Natsu said simply. “Gray’s gonna beat my ass for making you cry, but we have to claim your room again, yeah?” HE smiled at her as brightly as he could, hoping to force some confidence and nonchalance into his words. Fear made his heart skip a beat when he saw fresh tears form in her eyes, quickly washed away when Lucy beamed at him, nodding quickly.

“Okay Natsu. Let’s go home.”

So ist es immer, touka/yomo fanfic (headcanon)

Summary: Yomo and Touka share a nice moment together the day after her wedding.

i wrote it this morning and i totally forgot to post it! i hope it’s not too ooc, touka apparently knows that yomo is her uncle (it was hinted before..) so i do mention that in here, i also want to believe that they share some corny family moments like this once in a while ♡ enjoy! /////


Preview:

“It’s… kind of a big deal, you know? Being married and all that,” he says, trying to gather some wisdom. “So much, uhh… stuff to do, you know, responsibilities, many adult decisions to make and… yeah.” He frowns, what the hell is he even saying?

Touka frowns too, blurting out a giggle.

“God. You’re terrible with words, did you know that?”

Yomo smiles, cheeks softly blushing.

“Y-Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m awful with words too. I guess small talks don’t run in the family.”

Yomo shakes his head, and he’s not smiling anymore. His face shifts to one side to look at her, and Touka finds nothing but truth within his eyes.

“No,” he admits, and he’s being serious right now. “You’ve always been great with words. Just like your mother.”

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So I haven’t done a book rec in a while and I’ve been reading all kinds of wonderful books lately so I thought I’d do a real quick one for you now. They are all inclusive of either lgbt rep*, characters of colour**, disability rep***, mental illness rep****, or all four, but you’ll be able to tell by the symbol. I’m gonna bold my favourites for you as well. (Inspired by @whiteguilt‘s book rec format)

If any of these books are offensive to you or have triggers in them that you would like me to forewarn people about please tell me. you can also add to this

tell me again how a crush should feel by sara farizan */ **
This is genuinely one of the best books I have ever read. Not only does it have a lesbian muslim main character, but it also gives you an insight into just how flipping hard it is to come out to your parents when you can’t predict what their reactions might be. 
TW: secondary character going through stages of grief. It has been pointed out to me that the antagonist falls under the “abusive cheating bi” stereotype and and that could be harmful to readers

a quiet kind of thunder by sara barnard */ ***
Wow there are a lot of authors called Sara on this list. Anyway. I waited for the release of this book for about sixteen months. I was so excited for it and it lived up to every single one of my out of this world expectations. For starters one of the main characters is a deaf MOC with a heart of absolute gold. I adopted him immediately. He is now my son. Then there’s the other main, a girl with selective mutism. So already you have more disability rep than half of the YA books I’ve ever read put together. Couple that with the insanely well written narrative and you’ve got yourself a winner!!

the sun is also a star by nicola yoon **
I’m only like four chapters in but so for I’m loving it. It features a jamaican-american female main and a korean-american male main which should give you some indication of how awesome this book is already.

london belongs to us by sarra manning */ **
WOC protagonist who traipses all over london to find her dickwad of a boyfriend. I feel like I spent most of this book in pain from either laughing or smiling too hard. 

the upside of unrequited by becky albertalli */ **
Oh my gosh where do I begin? There are so many positive messages in this book, especially about body image, love, and looking beyond the surface. The main also has an interracial family with two mums. Don’t listen to that crusty old book blogger who gave it a two star. She’s very very wrong.

looking for derek by n.c. nest *
Two boys meet, fall in love, and are separated after one of them acts like a complete knob jockey. It has a happy ending, I promise
TW: homophobia (from secondary characters), threats, and death of a minor character

what happens at christmas by jay northcote *
Suuuuuuuper nsfw!!!! I wouldn’t call this YA at all. But it’s on the list bc fake dating!!!! And also my favourite friends to lovers trope!!!
TW: mild homophobia 

game on by olley white *
I can’t actually remember who recommended this to me, but it’s pretty cute. More fluff than anything else, but it has a cute ending and sequel.

cinderella boy by kristina meister *
I read this one on tapas so I’m not sure whether it’s available elsewhere or for download, but as far as lgbtqa+ books go it’s honestly wonderful. There are so many different genders and sexualities represented including a pansexual character and a gender fluid character

the miseducation of cameron post by emily m. danforth *
A beautiful lesbian protagonist who faces shitheap after shitheap and still manages to remain open, hopeful, and loving despite having been put through hell by her “family”. I’m not going to lie to you; at times its hard to read. It’s heartbreaking, then funny, then heartbreaking all over again. For any of you who have grown up with catholic parents or have been sent to a catholic school like I have, you will understand.

you against me by jenny downham
Ok this book is not for everyone. It certainly isn’t for you if you are triggered by sexual assault or revenge plots. However, if you think that you will be ok to read it, just know that it deals with some pretty heavy stuff and you might need to put it down now and again and have a break. Like I said, it isn’t for everyone and thats ok, but I’m including it because it changed the way I think about a lot of scenarios and it made me question whether I was always getting the whole story out of people.
TW: sexual assault, revenge plots, humiliation, revenge dating

two boys kissing by david levithan & you know me well by david leviathan *
The first is about exactly what you think its about; you guessed it, two boys kissing. There’s a really good message to it. The second is about women loving women, finding yourself, and having a damn good time. They’re both gay as hell.

His red hair is full of secrets

Is Ganon the only one who can survive being stabbed through his chest, because it would be pretty funny if it turned out that Link and Zelda are also immune to this. Its really funny to imagine them running around trying to kill each other while constantly being resurrected by their triforce parts.
In all seriousness, I realized i dont really know why he just came back to life. The sages were like, good job boys, the Dorf was eliminated, and then I guess Din was feeling extra naughty that day. I assume it was Triforce’s doing because of how it was framed and stuff, so making Ganondude practically immortal is just what Triforce of power does? Or is it just a one time thing, like a Mario powerup, allows him to take one hit.
I cant believe ive never thought about it before…

Another Dorf Question: Demise/Demise’s hatred/Ganon/Ganondorf - are they the same thing? Or more like a 4 for the price of 1 deal? In HW, it looked like Ganondorf was summoning and controlling some sort of shadowy Ganon…oid, making it look like they could be separate entities or something, or two parts of the same thing, a fleshy human dude and his shadowy big pig, who can fuse into fleshy big pig. In WW Gan also used a separate Ganon Thing, even though Hyrule Historia said it was just a puppet he made, the idea that Ganon can be separate from Ganondorf is, well, still there. And again in Oracles, Twinrova tried to bring her sonny boy back and only managed to get Ganon which is treated like a definite failure…

in TP, Ganon and Ganondorf though are probably very much a same thing, with Dorf shapeshifting into Ganon just like Link shapeshifts into wolf form.
So like…TP Gan is just very much in tune with his inner demon beast, very chill with that, very confident, he also seems to know about the whole cycle and is cool with it apparently. HW Gan is the same way, dude knows who he is, what he’s about, and likes it very much. “Im a gerudo warrior/demigod/demon beast All In One, and frankly im the luckiest sonovabitch in the universe”

Compare/contrast them with WW Gan, who only truly feels connected to one thing, being a gerudo. “True gerudo” is written on his swords, its in his clothes that are very much Not Hylian, its in his words. “Im a human, i was born a human, im going to die a human”. I crave human things, i want to know life without suffering, i want to go home.

Isnt it interesting that WW Gan seems to be the only Gan who is genuinely suffering, and all because hes the most human of all? And it makes me feel that it was a decision that he made deliberately, as he chose not to use Ganon form, distancing himself from it. The Pig is down below and is being controlled by a human who is high above and is not blinded by rage and raw power, thank you very much! And honestly, is there a real reason for it? If hed just give in, hed be rid of all the pain and suffering that comes with being human. But he kept holding onto this… i can only hope the wind he felt in his dying moments was the kind wind of Hyrule. Just. Please. Give him this.
(And so the way Daphnes refers to him as a demon beast, “Ganon”, is understandable but also wow harsh in hindsight)

Okay wow i was going somewhere with this

Sorry for words