some sad things
  • being with friends but not feeling included
  • thinking back to happier times
  • not knowing anyone to talk to
  • being convinced that nobody cares
  • being stuck in destructive cycles and not knowing how to get out
  • not knowing how to cheer someone up
  • the white noise in your head when you’re trying not to think
  • the feeling that no one likes you
  • deep apathy after a brief happy mood
  • feeling inadequate in everything you do
  • feeling ugly
  • not seeing the point of anything
  • getting addicted to harmful things because they are stress relief
  • the stress from avoiding all your responsibilities
  • never completed to do lists
  • dreading everything
Journeyman - Chapter 27

“I don’t want to see people!”

I wearily rubbed my temples. “Story of my life.”

It was Sunday and, more importantly, the morning after my wooing of Harry. I wanted nothing more than to be nestled up beside his warm body, a tattooed arm keeping me firmly pressed against him. Instead I was trying to convince a two year old that starting preschool tomorrow was not the end of the world. Neither of us were impressed.

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Bad Girls Get Punished

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, use of toys, dom / sub, punishment, slight bondage, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 1400

Summary: Bucky punishes you after you’ve been a bad girl 

I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but my matching black lace bra and panties, hands tucked under my thighs like commanded. The cool air in the bedroom was tickling my bare skin, causing a shiver to roll down my spine, goosebumps rising over my arms and legs. I had been sitting here waiting for twenty minutes and the anticipation of what was coming was making it hard to sit still. My arousal already pooling hot in the pit of my belly.

I closed my eyes and bit hard on my bottom lip, taking a long breath as I pictured Bucky’s face clearly in my mind. We’d been at the club, drinking, celebrating. And maybe I’d pushed his buttons by looking at Pietro a little too fondly, and maybe Pietro’s hands had wandered a little too low while we were dancing; whatever it was though Bucky had passed jealous within seconds and arrived furious. He tugged me back against his chest and away from Pietro’s sticky fingers, making sure I felt the press of his erection along the crease of my ass as he whispered heavily in my ear that I was going to pay for it later. Honestly, that had been the exact reaction I’d been hoping for. 

I moaned quietly, clenching my thighs together as I imagined what he might be doing later. Bucky never kept punishments the same, he mixed it up so I never knew what to expect, so I never knew what was coming.

“What are you thinking about?”

My eyes popped open as Bucky’s voice broke my train of thought, the breath catching in my throat as I watched him walk towards me, only dressed in his dark jeans from earlier, the hard planes of his chest illuminated in the soft light in the bedroom. Suddenly remembering what he’d asked I shook my head quickly.
“Nothing,” I stammered out. Bucky clicked his tongue, shaking one of his metal fingers at me.
“Nothing?” He repeated. “Are you sure you weren’t thinking about Pietro’s hands all over you?”

I shook my head again, wetting my lips with my tongue.
“N - no, I wasn’t thinking of him.”
“Good girl.”

Bucky knelt in front of me, tracing each of his hands up the fronts of my legs until he reached my knees, the corners of his lips picking up into a smirk as he pulled them apart. I inhaled sharply through my nose as he lent forward between my legs, pulling out a wooden box from under the bed.

Bucky rifled through it for a second before looking up at me, nodding towards the top of the bed.

“Go and lie down, hands above your head.”
I did so without question, getting myself comfortable on the pillows before lifting my arms up, my eyes staying on Bucky as he lent over me, his breath ghosting over my face as he secured my wrists to the headboard with the silk scarves he had hold of. I tested them as soon as he was finished; they were tight but not enough that it was cutting any circulation off.

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so @doing-that ‘s Tiefling Watch inspired me to draw my best creation…….tiefling june from refuge (what the fuck is her last name @ griffin) 

some increasingly messy doodles that quickly turned into my personal au where june joins the bob because she wants to learn more about the chalice and what happened, and then after she learns all that, to help stop it
(click thru fr captions :) )

anonymous asked:

Not only is RichJake largely underappreciated Cinnabun is severely lacking in love so I'm so glad you and chompiee have like "started" the bandwagon. I love your art so much and the passion that goes into it is like literally dripping with emotion. Your art always brings a smile to my face and brightens my day.

?!?!?!?! WOW WTF I LITERALLY JUST MADE A POST ABT THAT IN A WAY……i’m glad my art conveys emotion because that’s honestly all that goes into any of it as the theme T___T

i am very touched you think all of that!! and that you’re glad abt me and chompi getting on that!! this is such a sweet message i’m glad my art can make you feel good

anonymous asked:

Not only that but like, KS is by no means meant for children. I don't know why antis are complaining about "you're hurting minors!!" when they're not supposed to be looking here in the first place.

It’s so crazy like– when I go and read Killing Stalking on Lezhin there’s.. there’s this thing and holy shit it’s mind blowing– you’re not gonna believe it– but—

is that a rating there?!?? wHOA THAT’S SO CRAZY!!! BUT!! CAN YOU!! BELIEVE!! THAT!! IN CASE THAT WASN’T ENOUGH!!


honestly the thing that hurts me the most about my dad dying was like he ALWAYS tried stuff out that my brother and i liked, he would feign interest, play our games with us, do whatever it was we liked and listen when we infodumped. my mom never did, she never cared, she never even pretended to. she still doesn’t. if it’s something she doesn’t like, she won’t do it. and it sucks. i want my dad back, but he’s been gone almost 4 years and it just. sucks. yeah, im an adult now but i still wish he was around.