The first time I met my boyfriend’s grandparents, I was terrified. First, I really wanted them to like me, and second, he told me they were pretty religious. They’re Roman Catholic, but I’m Jewish, and I didn’t get the impression from the rest of his family that that would upset them, but I wasn’t sure they’d be chill with us dating, and I’m always afraid of those unconscious, anti-semitic micro-aggressions. 

Sure enough, within an hour of meeting me they asked if I was religious, in a way that was obviously asking if I had a religion, and which one it was. I calmly told them I was Jewish, and my boyfriend’s grandmother lit up. Her mother was a Syrian who moved to Brooklyn in the early 1900′s and she grew up in a Syrian and Jewish community in Brooklyn and boy wasn’t it nice to have someone around who could help her with her Jewish pastry. It was really pleasant. His grandfather was mostly quiet. 

After lunch, he and I shared a cup of coffee and some cookies and I told him about my brothers. He asked if my mom was ok with me dating a gentile. And then he looked around, saw we were alone for a sec, and asked me to follow him out to the garage. In the garage he asked me to take an old picnic basket down from off a cabinet. And then he told me to open it. The moment the lid came off I knew. I knew that shade of red. He told me to take it out and lay it across the floor. It was a Nazi flag. Not just a Nazi flag, but one that was big enough to fly outside a government office, like a massive one. I laid it out, ice in my veins, trying to figure out what was about to happen next. And then he told me to take my shoes off and stand on it. 

He told me his vision wasn’t good enough to get into the army, so he snuck on a ship and figured that they’d have to deal with him when he was in Europe, and that’s what happened. He told me he went because they all knew it was bad, and he wanted to help. He told me he took the flag off of some dead Nazis. He told me to go home and tell my mother that I was safe with these goyim she’d never met, that I was loved and welcome and that they’d fight for me. He told me “Never Again”.

He passed away a few years ago, and only after his death, cleaning out his closets did we find his old patches and look up his division. This quiet man who said very little but always shared a cup of coffee with me after lunch was in an anti-tank division, and he and his division liberated camps in Poland. He saw the horrors, first hand. 

Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today is a day to reaffirm our promise of “Never Again”. Today is a day to remember that the only way for things to get better is to fight. Today is a good day to punch a Nazi. Do it for me. Do it for Grandpa Rocco. Do it for the world. 

Game day

: i. need. s ome sports supportive reader x archie. like wearing jersey to school on game day, wearing his jacket, cheering him on from the sideline. yelling at his coach when he yells at archie. just owningit. being cute. being supportive.

A/N: this is cute and smol

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Word count: 648 words

Warnings: cursing i think

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“That’s my jersey.”  You turned, a wide smile on your face as your eyes met Archie’s.  

“Yeah!” He smiled right back.  

“You look better in it than I do…” He teased, hands coming down on your shoulders.  

“You said it.”  You turned back to your locker, blowing your hair out of your face.  

He leaned over to your ear. “You coming to my game tonight?”

“Am I coming to your game tonight?” You asked mockingly.  “Of course I’m going to your game tonight.”

“Can you not yell at Coach this time?”

“Listen you made a great pass, and he had no right to yell at you for that,” you defended yourself.  “It’s not your fault he couldn’t run it.”  Closing your locker, your brow crinkled in anger.  Archie laughed.  “I’m still pressed.”

He swung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side as you two walked next to each other down the hall towards your class.  Grinning, Archie replied, “I know you are, babe.”

The game was typical.  The Bulldogs were crushing, and you’d like to think it was solely because of your beautiful boyfriend. You’d catch his eyes every once in awhile from the sidelines, smiling widely to show support.  “Go, Arch!” You’d yell whenever he had the ball, always finding his small grin under his helmet.  

“Hey!” You turned, narrowing your eyes at Coach Clayton.  “L/N, I’d tell you to get out, but you really help him play better.  So, I’ll just ask you,” he leaned in close to your ear.  “To stop!  Screaming!  In my ear!”  

Eyes wide with surprise, you coughed slightly.  “Strong lungs you got there.”

“See you two are getting along better today,” Jughead commented sarcastically over the fence.  Raising a bright blue jacket, he pushed it over towards you.  With it’s blue and gold color scheme, bold R on the breast, you knew exactly what it was. “Archie told me to go and grab it from his house for you.  Said it would be cold.” You reached forward to grab it from him, tugging it over his shoulders.  “Look at you two.  So eighties coming of age movie.”  

Out of nowhere, the crowd suddenly roared in disgruntled, surprised noises.  They resembled a crowd booing, but less angry, more concerned.  The three of you had been distracted from the field for a moment, however you didn’t have to see the field to know that something had happened.  

You turned, seeing the ref angrily blowing his whistle.  You noticed the letters on the scoreboard change.  34-31.  While the Bulldogs were still winning, it was the fourth quarter, and this score was too tight for comfort.

“Time!” Clayton called angrily, waving his arms in the air and pulling the team into a huddle.  You leaned against the fence next to Jughead.  

“You think it’s because you weren’t watching him for two seconds?” He joked, elbow nudging your padded shoulder.

“I mean you’re kidding but… It means a lot to him.” You frowned.

Jughead sighed.  “Never thought I’d be friends with a quarterback.”

“Never thought I’d wear a letterman’s jacket.  Yet here we are.”  Archie’s eyes lifted from the heads of his teammates to meet yours.  “For that goofball.”

“One second, Coach,” he murmured, taking steps over to you.

“Hey, baby,” you said softly, “You alright?”

“Yeah, just stressed,” he sighed.  

“You guys got this,” you assured him.  “You need anything?”

“Just you, here,” he answered softly.  “I like the jacket.”

“It’s warm,” you nodded.  He smiled, pulling on the thick fabric to bring your lips to his.  You pulled back, scrunching up your nose.  “You stink.”

Archie lightly punched your shoulder.  “Hey.”

“Hey, you know what.  You go out there, you kick ass?  I’ll cuddle you tonight regardless of whether or not you shower.” You leaned forward, kissing him one last time, before lightly pushing his chest.  “Go kick some ass.”

it gets better
maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow
maybe not for a year
and slowly but surely
its gets better.
you get better.

sometimes it takes years
gradually healing the pain
sometimes its instantaneously
sometimes you don’t even notice
but i can promise you
it does get better

you lose the need for 3am showers
trying desperately to scrub away your skin
trying to burn away every fucking part of you he ever touched
you don’t self destruct as much as you used to
you finally rediscovered the beauty of life
and every innocent creature that inhabits this world

you don’t panic walking past strangers in the street anymore
or run for shelter when someone bangs the door
you don’t lie awake in bed all night because you’d rather spend the next day telling everyone you’re ‘tired’
rather than telling them the truth about the nightmares that kept you awake for days on end

you don’t need the razor blades as you once did
you’ve found a better way to cope now that doesn’t use your skin as an easel
you don’t feel the need to be sick in the bathroom after every meal anymore
you’ve learned to love yourself regardless of the number on the scales
it’s just a number anyways, right?

and slowly but surely, you got better
you learned to love yourself through the good days
and you’re still working on the bad days
but at least you’re still trying and you’ve finally learned the importance of self love
and finally the world seemed to agree with you for once

and you stood back to watch
you watched the seasons change from winter to spring again
you watched the lambs being born, just as you were reborn within yourself
and just like all the spring flowers, you blossomed again
this time with the promise of being there to watch many more seasons change

and you realised that it’s true
it wasn’t just a whispered rumour on the street;
it gets better
you got better

Shoutout to autistics who have suffered trauma

To the autistics with PTSD or cPTSD

To the autistics who get flashbacks that trigger meltdowns

To the autistics who get triggered by everyday things

To the autistics who need to stim to deal with their triggers

To the autistics who who have terrible memories because of their trauma and feel fake because most autistics seem to have excellent memories

To the autistics who can no longer use certain comfort objects or stim toys because of associations to their trauma

Whether your trauma is fresh or long since passed, whether it derives from one instance or many, whether it affected you from the very beginning or took years to have an effect on you, you are so valid. Your trauma is real and the effects it has upon you are real.

No matter what your trauma, you didn’t deserve it. It was not your fault. I know all the maybes and ifs in your head, but it was not your fault. 

You are so beautiful and so strong and so powerful. You have survived so much and are still here to grace the world with your presence. 

It may not get better today, or tomorrow, or next week, but one day things will get easier. One day you will be truly happy again despite the monsters in your past. 

Stay strong. You are so loved by so many. You have an amazing community here to support you whenever you need. 

Fallen for you

Request: Jeff x reader have been best friends since they were 10 and Jeff confesses his feelings. ***fluff and cuteness overload🙌🏼 —————————————————–——————– You and Jeff have been best friends for about eight years now. Eight fucking years. Seems long but it never felt like it. It feels like yesterday, when some rude boys who you now know as Marcus, Zach and Justin( your low-key lovely friends) kicked a ball straight at your head, and a cute little kid with his big blue eyes came to help you. You never thought that kid would turn out to be your best friend, but it did. Gosh, sometimes you feel that why couldn’t you both be more than just best friends. Well, right now wasn’t the time to think of all this. You could reminisce the past later. Today, your best friend Jeff was taking you to a Los Angeles Dodgers base ball game. That was the second thing that connected both of you. Since he age of 11, you both supported the same team. Loyal fans you know. You picked up your phone to call Jeff when you got a text. Jeff Rider : {I’m outside Rupanzel ,hurry up😊} He called you Rupanzel because he said that the first time he saw you, you reminded him off her. Even though your hair was brown but still. So when the actual Disney Rupanzel came out, you saved him as Jeff Rider (Flynn Rider) just to take the piss. You both were goals. (Jeff’s POV) “Ready for the game, Rupanzel” I said and (Y/N) just nodded your head in excitement. God she looks so beautiful. “We are going to have so much fun” she said and I couldn’t agree more. I was about to do something special today. Something that even I didn’t think I would do. (30 mins later) “OMG Jeff, you better get catch today” (Y/N) and I just stared at her. Everything about her was so perfect. She was so balanced, girly yet like a lad at the same time. “ Don’t worry Rupanzel, I’ll defo catch one for you” I said as she laughed and cheered the team. I’m nervous but it’s now or never. Everyone’s been telling us that we’re goals, we look cute together and that we’re meant to be. I couldn’t help it. Everyone constantly saying all of this and (Y/N) amazing self made me fall for her. Fall for her so damn hard. It’s been like three years since I’ve realised that I really like her. She’s always been special but something just clicked which made me realise that she’s the one. (Your POV) He’s so cute. Taking care of everything. Got me food, cold water, a cap to protect me from the sun. Heck, he even got me sunscreen. Can he get any better? But there’s something weird about him. He seems to quite for a baseball game you thought. You didn’t want to ask him but you were getting worried, you thought something was wrong. “What’s up Jeff?” You said as Jeff looked up form that gray, dusty ground. “Nothing (Y/N)” he said and started looking at the game, acting like he’s worried wether the team will make a home run or not. “Atkins, you just called me by my first name and not Rupanzel! Wtf is up with you? I’m worried” you said. He started going red, mumbling and fidgeting. It took him a good five minutes before he could say anything. “… I need t…to say something.” Jeff said and you just nodded letting him know that you’re there to listen. “ but promise me you won’t punch me cause I don’t know how you’ll react” he said chuckling and you just lightly punched him in the shoulder. In your head you had thought that he has done something stupid like got a girl friend and you were ready to cry. “I like someone” he blurted out. You just stared at him waiting for him to tell you who it is. You were boiling form the inside. You don’t know if it was the anxiety, anticipation or just your heart breaking. “I’ve liked her for a long time now. She’s this perfect girl and I know she understands me and I understand her. We’ll be perfect for each other” he said with a grin on his face. My days you were so angry and upset. You were thinking of all the girls he spoke to. Sheri, Jess, Bonnie, Betty, Amanda or even worse Jenny. But you were his best friend too, so keeping your feelings aside all you said was “ Go for it Atkins, get her” but your heart break was visible on your face. “ It’s a HOME RUN” said the commentator and you were about to turn around to cheer acting like nothing happened. It was then Jeff grabbed your wrist, turned you towards him and locked his lips with yours. You were surprised but then kissed him back. The kiss was soft, sweet and everything else you ever imagined. “ God I’ve waited for this day for so long” said Jeff as he backed off. You were still in your la la land thinking this is one of your day dreams. “ So that means I’m the girl-” before you could finish Jeff gave you an other peck. “Who else idiot?” He said. “You’re the only one who understands me and I understand you” said Jeff which made you blush. “So will you be my girlfriend?” said Jeff and this time you kissed him letting him know that it was always a YES from your side. —————————————————–

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Fate, Luck, and Love

Prompt:  Sometimes you need a little bit of scheming to make two people fall in love. Soulmate AU.

Pairing: Oak x reader

A/N: Day 7. It’s been real guys. Thanks for all the support and love. I appreciate all of you.

Fate had the responsibility to weave lives together and make sure that separated souls would find their way back to each other. However, there was one limitation: she couldn’t intervene with their lives, no matter how much she wanted to. Time had to run its course.


She’d never seen two unfortunate souls such as theirs. Perhaps it was her nurturing side– they were her very first pair of souls she matched after all – but she couldn’t help but dote on the two. They were perfect for each other. Her: outspoken and strong-willed. Him: kind and witty. But for whatever reason, they had yet to find each other.


She solemnly watched as centuries passed, mourning the times where they were so close but yet so far.


The first time they met, she was slaughtered by his people. He was an explorer of sorts, sent to discover new land and resources. She happened to be in the clearing they found, dressed in clothes they’ve never seen. She panicked, screamed obscenities in her language and as she turned to escape and tell her people of their arrival, one of his men fired a bullet from their weapons and killed her.


The next time they met, she was a servant. His wife, a jealous woman, who took notice of his partiality towards her, had her sold to a different home.


The third time they met, he was a politician. James Madison was his name, if she remembered correctly. The poor girl was too shy to confess her love to him and so he married a wealthy socialite instead. He prospered in his career while she admired him from afar.


The fourth time they met, it was almost the happy ending Fate wanted. She was a nurse and he was a soldier. They met at a bar, married, and just as she was to give birth to their son, he was killed in a battle across the sea.


The most recent time they met, their love was taboo. She never understood why it was wrong for two men to love each other. Fate was unhappy that after their short affair; they moved on and lived the rest of their lives, married to women that they did not love.


Fate frowned.


Perhaps it was time to visit Fortuna and Venus.


Present Day

Oak watched, impressed, as a woman zoomed past him and continued to weave through the crowd on her skateboard.

“Oh fuck!” she screeched when a woman in front of her decided to stop and bend down to tie her shoe.

She jumped off her skateboard, avoiding the imminent collision with the woman, but couldn’t seem to gather her balance from the sudden change in momentum. She stumbled, falling to the ground, but prevented herself from falling face first by sticking out her hands to catch herself. Unfortunately, her cup of coffee was crushed in the process.

Oak, frustrated that none of the people who passed by her bothered to check on her, quickly rushed to her side. “Hey, that was quite a fall. Are you alright?”

To his surprise, she jumped up to her feet, wiped away the dirt on her jeans, and ran to stop her skateboard from rolling down the street.

The woman who was tying her shoes spun to give the girl a glare. “Hey watch where you’re going, will you?”

“Who fucking decides to suddenly tie their shoe in the middle of the sidewalk anyways?” she replies venomously, stepping forward to the woman.

“Maybe a normal person?!”

Oak stood in between the two women. “Alright, alright, cut it out,” he says, “you guys are causing a commotion.”

The older woman harrumphed, mumbling something under her breath, but then turned to leave. Oak sighed in relief and turned to the fuming girl behind him. She shook a fist at the woman walking away and he couldn’t help but laugh. What kind of person in this day and age did that gesture anymore?

“Oh damn it,” she cursed once she’d gotten a good look at her squashed coffee cup, “happy fucking Monday to me.”

“Are you okay?” Oak asked tentatively, not too sure if he made the best decision to approach her. She seemed…crazy.

“I – sorry,” she mumbled, relaxing when she saw the look on his face, “I haven’t had the best morning.”

“It’s alright,” he replied, “we all have those days.”

She smiled. “I feel like I have more of these type of days than the good days.”

Oak liked her smile; it softened her features and made her seem less intimidating. “Well I hope today gets better for you,” he said sincerely.

Her smile got bigger and for some strange reason, Oak couldn’t seem to make himself leave. She was definitely cute, albeit odd and foul-mouthed, but there was something about her that made him feel like he’d met her before. Perhaps she was a friend of Anthony’s or Jasmine’s? She seemed like she would know them.

“My name is Y/N, by the way,” she said, tucking her skateboard under her armpit before she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

He laughed and took her hand. “My name is Oak.”

“Oak? Like the tree? Is it because you’re huge or something?” she blurted out as she looked at his crotch.

Oak stifled a laugh. “What?”

She yanked her hand out of his hold and slapped it over her mouth. “I, fuck, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? I just meant that you looked big,” she blushed, “like, tall. You’re tall… and I swear I’m not a pervert.”

Oak threw his head back and laughed, amused. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

She let out a squeak and, if it was possible, turned redder. “I didn’t mean it like that – “

“Relax, Y/N,” Oak interrupted her, “I knew what you meant. I was just teasing you.”

“Have we met before?” she asked after a moment of silence.

So she felt it too.

Normally, he didn’t approach strangers, let alone have a conversation with them. But with her, the conversation came easy, as if they’ve known each other for centuries. It was peculiar, but he couldn’t ignore the connection he felt with her.

Oak looked up at the sky when he felt a droplet of rain hit his nose. “I know this is kind of crazy, but do you want to get some coffee with me?”

A smile slowly spreads across Y/N’s face. “I’d love to,” she replies, “and I think you’re right… My day is definitely turning out to be a good one.”

Fate looked up at a flash of lightning that streaked across the sky. The loud boom of thunder that followed made her wince.

Uh oh, He was mad.


She, along with Fortuna and Venus, had just broken a cardinal rule.


Fate laid the plans for them to meet.


Fortuna made sure that it happened.


Venus made sure that the attraction was there.


“I really like this place,” Fortuna hummed, blowing a kiss at a man who stopped walking to stare at her beauty, “we should come down and visit more.”


Another bolt of thunder, this one much louder than the last, cut through their conversation.


“Alright, that’s our cue,” Fate sighs, “maybe Venus can convince Him for a lesser punishment.”


She ignored Venus’s haughty reply and turned to look at the couple, smiling when she saw them running down the street to avoid the rain.


She had a feeling that this time, the two would finally have the happy ending they deserved.

Madness // Sleeping with Sirens

If you feel like giving up, listen to this song and try to think why you held on for so long. We all have bad chapters in our lives, in these times we feel completely weak and down. But no matter how hard it is, we shouldn’t stay down. It does not mean that we need to be strong all the time, we just have to be brave and always believe that things will get better, maybe not today or tomorrow but one day.

Photo by: Mary Salomae Amoroso


It was drizzling with rain and made my hair go crazy so mind that, but i successfully took back my too-big pair of converse to the store and did a little bit of other shopping. Used some money on a giftcard to get a NYX highlighter a i’ve been wanting to get one for a while, and found this jumper in TKmaxx for only £10. Also finally checked out this all vegan store and found that they had a few Lenny & Larry’s cookies, so i channelled @oatsnjen and a got a snickerdoodle one, and also a chocolate peanut butter Clif builder bar, so i’m excited to try those!

I’m now at home relaxing with a cup (or two) of vanilla coffee, and feel proud for not letting my depression get the better of me today!!

After Graduation

After Graduation
Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: so much fluff!

A/N: Trying out new things! Like writing about the actual actors and not their superhero selves and first time writing this way (: Let me know if you like it please! So I know to do more in the future!

She had a hard day at school. Finals was in two weeks, an essay due on Monday, presentations on Tuesday through Thursday, and a project due Wednesday. All she wants to do when she gets home was sleep. As she parks in her driveway, she grabs her phone and reads the text she wasn’t able to read while she was driving. It was from her boyfriend, Tom.
“I know you had a hard day sweetheart, I promise you it’ll get better today.”
She smiled softly as she reads the text and types back,“ I doubt it, I’m just going to sleep my stress away.”
She steps out of the car and walks to the front door. She was greeted by Tessa, Tom’s dog, who was staying over for the week. “Hey there sweetie,” she called, petting the precious pup. She makes her way upstairs and Tessa came hopping along. As she enters her room, she sees an unfamiliar piece of clothing on her bed. She walks towards it and Tessa jumps on the bed, also curious. It was a yellowy mustard colored sundress, next to it was a note.
“Hey love! I hope you like this dress I bought you, put it on and I’ll pick you up at 6! :)”
“A surprise date?"she thought out loud,” Did you know about this Tessa?“ Tessa looked at her with her adorable face and tilted her head the same direction she had her head titled. She let out a small laugh and gave Tessa a kiss on the head. "What time is it,"she says, looking at the alarm clock by her bed,” 3:20, hmm, I have less than 3 hours to get ready.“
"Should I look cute for him Tessa?"She asks, smiling at her smug little face. Tessa let’s out a small bark,” I’ll take that as a yes.“


2 hours passed by and she was all ready for her man to pick her up. It was around 5:20pm and she had her hair curled in soft ringlets, her eye lids were a sparkly peachy color, her lips were rosy pink, and she was wearing the cute sundress he gave her. Grabbing her brown sandals, she slipped them on and flopped down on the couch, waiting for Tom to come by.
*ding dong*
She ran to the door, but Tessa got there first. Unlocking the door and opening it, her handsome prince stood behind it.
"Wow,"they said in unison. Tom was dressed in a long sleeved, navy dress shirt that was rolled up right above his elbows, black pants, black shoes, and his hair was slicked back.
"You look lovely, baby,” he says, kissing her soft rosy lips.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she winks, making him let out a small laugh. “I brought you these,"he says holding out a bouquet of her favorite flowers. "Aww, babe,"she says,” thank you.“ She kisses his cheek, making him blush. They had been together since 8th grade, and now that they were about to graduate high school, it makes her happy that she can still make him blush like that. "Are you ready for our date?” He says, holding out his hand. She grabs it and gives him a small nod. He leads her to his car and opens the door for her like a gentleman. “Where are we going?"she asks. "It’s a surprise, darling. You’ll find out soon,"he says, looking behind him, backing up on her driveway. They drove for quite a while, he had one hand on the wheel, the other holding her hand. Tom began rubbing her ring finger, he was holding her left hand after all. She just looks at him and gives him a lovingly smile. He returns it, kissing her ring finger. "You see that darling,” Tom asks, pointing at the field of flowers they were passing by. She nodded, looking towards the flowers,“ they’re beautiful. Imagine just having a picnic there. Wouldn’t it be lovely?” Tom let’s out a small laugh, “yes, yes it would be.” He parks the car near the field. “Really?” she asks, surprised. “Yes really. I’ve been planning this for a while now. Ever since I passed by this place on the way to Harrison and I’s hiking trip. It reminded me of you.” She smiled and leaned it, pressing her lips against his. Tom smiles widely, she sees a bit of nervousness in his smile but she shrugs it off. He opens the door for her and helps her out, also grabbing the picnic basket and blanket from the trunk. They both walk a bit, finding a place almost half way near the center of the field. Setting the blanket down, she sits on the blanket, sitting on top of her legs. They eat for a bit but as the sun begins to set, Tom scoots in next to her, wrapping his arms around her. She lays her head on his shoulder, both were watching the sun set and watching the pinks, purples, and oranges, paint the sky. “You know why I surprised you with this date?” “Because I was having a bad day and you wanted to make it better?” “Yes, but no. I’ve been planning this for a while now, you having a bad day was just a coincidence,” he laughs. She lifts her head up, her chin now resting on his shoulder, a puzzled look sketched on her face,“ then why?” Tom sighs and stands up, holding his hand out for her to grab. She grabs on to it, he lifts her up and they both stand there, hand in hand. “ (Y/n),” he says, kneeling down. She backs up on him slightly, mouth parting. “ We’ve been together since year nine, and we still are till year thirteen! Which is amazing how someone can stay with me for so long. You are my first love, and I want you to be my last.” He takes a small box out of his pocket,“ (Your while name), will you marry me?” A tear rolls down her cheeks and Tom lifts his hand up wiping it for her. Waiting for her to answer, he takes the ring out and holds it out to her,“ darling, I kind of need an answer.” She laughs and wipes the tears away with the back of her hand. “Of course Tom.” She bends over and tackle him with a huge hug, causing him to fall over. While Tom lays there with her on top of him, she gives him a long, lovingly kiss. “So you finally listened to Beyoncé,” she giggles. He laughs, sitting up, pulling her onto his lap. “Yes- well, almost.” “Almost?” “Well if I like it I should’ve put a ring on it right?” He holds the ring out in front of her eyes,“ you haven’t put it on yet darling.” She covers her mouth and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, giggling a bit,“ oops.” She holds out her left hand for him to put the ring on. He slides it on, kissing the back of her hand gently. “So I guess we have our plans after graduation now, don’t we?” “I guess we do,” he smiles. With her hands on his cheek she says,“ I can’t wait,” before leaning in to kiss her fiancé.

For those lovely people out there dealing with mental health issues and having a bad day/week/month:

Know that even though it seems like life will never get better and that the storm will never end, life will get better.  I promise you.  It may not get better today or tomorrow, or even next month, but eventually you will look back and realize how far you have come.  Every day is a new journey.  Full of new experiences and life lessons.  

It didn’t take me long to see
That you were no good for me;
But I kept holding tighter as you held me back,
Biting into my skin like a shard of glass.
My blood ran red as I tried to say
It would get better soon, just not today.
Holding red towels to my injured hands,
I wish I had left when I could still stand.
—  Mindsandknives
I’m due for real update...

I’ve been in and out the last few days, reblogging, shared a few pics, but have been a little reserved… dealt with a teeny bout of depression, but I think I’m on the other end now- quite a relief to be here. 

This was the first real bout that I’ve had since my surgery and I think it was months of change and anxiety and pressure all smashed into a big bubble of stress that finally popped… what brought it on you ask? I blame THIS IS US! Omg that show, guys. I. just. can’t. 

So as I fought through a few demons revisiting this past week I jacked up my digestive process a bit but things are getting better today. I’ll spare you the details :) 

Now that I can clearly reflect… I have to say I am more proud of how I have handled the last week than I am of the 120 pounds I’ve shed in the last year, the 5Ks that I’ve run, and the many NSVs that I’ve stumbled upon since my journey began. I met my demons head on and didn’t let them take me off track. They were there, for sure. They will always be there. But I have confidence on my side now and that is winning me battles left and right. 

I collected a few “before” pictures and made myself a few more side-by-sides. These comparisons are less about the weight loss and more about the emotions expressed. Now I can see the success in both my body and my mind.

anonymous asked:

hi! i was jw but are vapp subs getting any better? like for today's gayo for example?

no lmao. i’m just too lazy to write bunches of subtitles clarifications ;; i didn’t watch the engsub for previous episodes but today’s bts gayo, they translated “smiling angel” (jimin’s role in run bts ep 11) as “our smile”
• at 4:14, “jin the luggage guy” is actually “짐꾼”. 짐꾼 means “porter”, 짐 (jim) is how jimin’s name will turn out if you read his name quickly, 꾼 (kkun, or ggoon) has similar pronunciation with 군 (kun), a way of addressing a boy/man in korean.
• 12:27 “whoever laughs gets a flick” ➡ “whoever laughs gets a flick from jimin” (the korean subs are wrong here too…).
• 13:10 “hang on, let’s do the mirror” ➡ “hey jungkook, let’s do the mirror”.
• 13:53 “give him a padded jackets” ➡ “puma padded jacket”
• 14:12 “it really looks like i’m poor” ➡ “it really looks like you’re poor”
• 16:02 ➡ “we could have done something pretty shalala-y, if we do sth like ‘i like it’ we could have looked good, but that’s how the normal music videos are like.”

Insomnia Cookies: Three Words

Summary: Y/N tries to visit Bucky after one of his really bad nightmares. The visit doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, teenage reader, Steve Rogers

Warnings: Major angst, mentions of abuse, panic attack (sorry!!)

Word count: 2462

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As spring transformed into summer, Bucky and Y/N fell into a familiar routine. He looked forward to seeing her texts every day, and he enjoyed their ice cream encounters even more.

He learned Y/N loved to read, and her favorite books were science fiction. She talked about opening a bookstore after she graduated college, and she wanted to double major in English and Business Management. She hated scary movies, but really wanted to ride roller coasters. She was deathly afraid of thunderstorms and spiders. She had a soft spot for cheesy Christmas movies from the Hallmark Channel, and she loved long car rides because she could listen to more music. After learning she wanted to play the guitar, Poe and Finn bought her an acoustic and signed her up for lessons. Slowly but surely, she was beginning to thrive.

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