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Jax x Reader where the reader gets shot but Jax has to leave her.

Originally posted by nikitassoul

As you’re talking to Gemma, you look around the room, a content smile on your lips. Everyone in the clubhouse makes up part of your family, and you couldn’t be happier to be part of such a wonderful, yet slightly psychotic, group of people. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I’m really glad he’s got you, sweetheart. There’s nobody else I’d rather have as my future daughter in law.” Gemma says, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. Before you can respond, glass smashing fills your ears, loud continuous bangs adding to the sound.

“Everybody down!” Chibs roars, the people in the clubhouse dropping like flies, trying to find cover. Gemma pulls you down, your body paralysed with shock as the bullets continue to smash through the walls, eyes searching to find your boyfriend, wanting to know he’s okay.

You spot Jax crouched on the floor, his brows knitted in worry as his eyes find yours. He shakes out of Chibs’ grasp, swiftly yet skillfully making his way over to you, sheltering your body with his own as you grip his shirt, the warmth and scent of him calming you slightly.

After what feels like forever, the bullets stop, motorcycles revving as the shooters leave the lot, the sound getting further and further away before it eventually disappears from your hearing.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, his hands cradling his face as he watches you with concern. You nod your head shakily, forcing a small smile, your body revving with adrenaline.

“Jax, her leg.” You frown in confusion as Gemma speaks, you and Jax both turning your attention to your leg, blood seeping through your jeans. The adrenaline wears off as you begin to feel your injury, your lower leg throbbing painfully.

“Jesus christ.” Jax pulls his knife from its case hanging from his waist, carefully cutting your jeans, his hands ripping the denim until your leg is freed. Without the barrier, blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole below your knee, your eyes scrunching closed as white hot pain floods through your whole body.

“Jackie boy,” You force yourself to open your eyes, your sight misty with tears as Chibs stands over Jax’s shoulder, the blonde haired biker completely focused on you. “Cops will be here, soon. Jarry said they’re gonna cuff us if there’s anymore shit this week.”

Gemma squeezes your hand reassuringly, your forehead sweating as you try to ignore the pulsing agony, Jax looking completely torn. “I can’t just leave her, Chibs. She’s been fucking shot!”

“Yes, you can.” you groan, pushing yourself to sit up properly. Jax shakes his head defiantly, but you speak before he get his words out. “You’ve gotta go, babe.”

“She’s right, darlin’. I’ll look after her, get her to St Thomas.” Gemma adds, knowing that no matter how much Jax wants to stay with you, he’s no good to anybody locked up. Jax looks between the three of you, his jaw locked in anger.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Willing yourself not to cry, you try to adjust your leg, biting your lip so hard you can taste the blood. Sirens begin to sound in the distance, the other members coming to stand by Jackson, urgency on their faces.

“Fuck.” Jax curses, Gemma leaving your side to move to Jax’s position, fatigue beginning to slip over you, your head dizzy from the blood loss. “Look after her, mom.”

You rest your head on the wall behind you, closing your eyes yet trying to stay conscious. A pair of lips kiss your head, Jax’s aftershave filling your nostrils. You try to smile, forcing your eyes to open as you look up at your old man. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll come and see you as soon as I can.” he responds, stroking your cheek protectively. You nod, a tired smile on your lips as you do so.

You don’t realise that you’ve passed out until you come to in a hospital room, the smell of bleach almost burning your nose. You move your head to the side, the chair next to your temporary bed vacant, though voices can be heard outside the room.

You try to ignore the needle in your hand, the sight making your stomach turn as you shift your legs, a hiss leaving your lips as you do so. Fucking bullet.

The door opens, a sigh of relief leaving you at the sight of your boyfriend, the concern in his eyes unable to be missed. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he shuts the door behind him.

“Everything okay?” you ask, your voice slightly croaky as you talk. He nods in confirmation, his feet moving him over to your bedside as he leans down to kiss you, his fingertips moving your hair out of your face.

“M'sorry.” he says once he pulls away, sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand being held in his as he strokes your skin soothingly. You shush him, shaking your head, just happy he’s safe and well.“We dealt with the problem.”

“I’m sure you did.” you respond cheekily, squeezing his hand. He smirks, bringing your fingertips up to his mouth and kissing them individually. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. You lost a lot of blood, babe, but doc said you can come home tonight as long as you promise to rest.” You roll your eyes, the sound of lying in bed and doing nothing completely unappealing to you, especially since you know Jax won’t be home with you.

“So, no sex?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. He runs his tongue across his lower lip, and you can just tell he’s thinking about the night before, the two of you completely tangled in one another as you reached sweet bliss over and over.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re feeling needy, darlin’.” he says, cradling your face between his hands as he watches you, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’m always needy for you, Teller.”

A/N - Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, thank you for your amazing support even through my mini break, it means the world. This was a bit of a random idea lol but hope you enjoyed! Xx

is-my-biology-its-my-decision  asked:

Head cannon: kim being jealous cause now that Trini is out in school (assuming she did that) girls are hitting on her and she can't do anything because they're not dating (just acts overprotective), so onetime she does and Trini is like relax dude I'm totally into you.

Ignore the fact that I’ve never actually felt jealousy lmao.

Listen, she’s happy for Trini. Kim’s so glad that Trini was ready to come out, that she’s no longer feeling the need to hide that part of herself. Honestly, Kimberly is absolutely delighted about that.

The problem, though, is that now every wlw is hitting on Trini. At first, Kim brushed her annoyance and intense need to tell them to fuck off as simply looking out for her fellow Power Ranger. Of course, such a lie can only last for so long.

Usually, all Kim lets herself do is be…slightly overprotective. She’ll walk in on some girl flirting with Trini and she’ll say some shit like, “Oh, hey, Trini! Jessica, how nice to see you. Weren’t you supposed to meet Jake earlier? He’s looking for you.”

And, honestly, it’s pretty pathetic, but at the very least, it works. Most of the time, all Trini will do is quirk an eyebrow so Kim likes to think she’s being subtle about it.

One day, though, Kim can’t take it. Trini spends the entire day at school surrounded by beautiful, and most importantly, sapphic women. There’s no way she could get them to leave without being overtly suspicious and so Kim spends the entire day stewing in her annoyance and wallowing over her situation.

When the bell rings and the two of them are walking to the spaceship to train—Trini finally without her gaggle of annoyingly dumb fangirls—Kim explodes.

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lheonce  asked:

hi! first, i love your blog, and it really helped me with writing injuries. quick question, though, would it be possible to lose the ability to see from one eye due to significant head trauma?

Hey there! Thanks for writing in, and I’m super glad I can be of use!!

Yes, this is definitely possible. Blindness from both eyes requires much more damage, but one of three things could happen to cause single-eye blindness from trauma.

First, The eye itself, remember, is part of the head, and could be physically damaged.

Alternatively, direct trauma or swelling (from bleeding or from inflammation) could damage the optic nerve on the affected side.

It’s also possible to have interpretation issues (in the visual cortex) that could lead to loss of vision in one side of the visual field. To quote a frankly phenomenal interview:

Visual field loss is a bit more complicated. Think of your visual field as a pie. Visual field loss is categorized by which part of the pie is affected.

  • If you have hemianopsia, half of your pie — or visual field, either vertically or horizontally — is gone; you cannot see it.
  • If you have quadranopsia, a quarter of your visual field is lost.
  • If you have homonymous hemianopsia, the same quarter or half is lost in both eyes.
  • If you have bitemporal hemianopsia, you are missing the outer half (or inner half) of both the right and left visual field.

Hemianopsia and quadranopsia are the most common types of visual field losses; but going back to the pie analogy, other types of field losses include loss around the edges of the pie or loss from the middle going outward. And, of course, there can be differing combinations depending upon the individual injury.

Visual field loss is caused by damage to the nerve fibers that carry the visual signal from the eyes to the visual cortex and/or connect operations between different parts of the brain.

So there you have it. That link has information about coping strategies for those affected by visual field loss and more – including a fascinating differentiation about spatial neglect (whether or not the person is aware that a certain area of space exists), so it’s very much worth a read.

Best of luck and happy trails!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Not Letting Go - Part 2

So here’s part 2 of the Jason x Reader Soulmate series!
Sorry for the wait, my weekend was crazy! Also, it is super late but I just had to get this done today, so sorry if it’s not the best. Hope you guys like it! Part 3 will be on the way soon~

Part 1

Tagging: @jadedhillon


Meeting Jason in your fire escape became a regular thing after that night, unconventional though it was. If you were honest with yourself, you were glad that your relationship hadn’t progressed any further than that yet. You liked Jason. A lot. Much more than you would care to admit. But you were still hesitant when it came to your relationship and wanted to take it slow. You had seen what falling in love had done to your mum and honestly you were scared. Jason seemed to understand though and never tried to rush you, even though it had been a couple of weeks since you had met.
At first he would only come once every few days. You would be sitting at your desk reading or sprawled out across your duvet listening to music when the knock on the window would come. Immediately your stomach would fill with butterflies and you’d find yourself grinning stupidly, heart pounding as you rushed to the window and yanked it open. The sight of him was like a balm, soothing your nerves and easing tension that you hadn’t even been aware of until it was gone. Jason’s expression would turn soft as soon as he caught sight of you, and he would offer you his hand to help you clamber out the window. More recently he had started to simply grab your waist and lift you out the window himself, laughing when you struggled and protested. You blushed every damn time, and you guessed that might just be the reason that he did it.

You had known Jason for almost three weeks before you invited him in. Even then it was more out of necessity than anything. It was a Wednesday evening, and it was pouring rain outside. The rain had never bothered you before, but since meeting Jason you had come to hate it. Rain meant no visit from your soulmate that night, and it had already been two days since you had seen him last. You missed him, and the intensity of the feeling frightened you. Already the thought that Jason might just not come back was intolerable, you didn’t want to think about what that might mean. So it was that you were laying on your stomach across your bed, head propped up in your hand while you read a book, when you heard the already familiar sound of Jason knocking on your window. You almost didn’t hear it over the torrential sound of rain against the roof overhead, but when you identified it you jumped up and raced to the window, fumbling with the latch and flinging it open. Instantly you were subject to the full force of the storm outside, rain splattering your face as you leaned out into the wind and squinted into the darkness. Jason stood just outside your window, soaking wet and grinning like an idiot. To say you were surprised was an understatement. His clothes clung to his skin, soaked through with rain, and his hair was stuck to his forehead in complete disaray. “Jason! What are you doing?” You had to yell over the sound of the wind, a mixture of horrified and amazed. “I just had to see you doll,” he admitted, having the dignity to look sheepish. “Uh, could I..” “Oh! Oh of course, come in!” You jolted back from the window, giving Jason room to clamber in and shut the window, soaking your carpet as he did so. “Sorry to drop in uninvited doll, I know you don’t like it,” he was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes apologetic when he looked at you. You softened immediately, realising thag despite your previous inhibitions you were actually delighted that he was here. “Don’t worry about it.” You smiled at him warmly. “Just.. stay there while I grab you a towel. Like seriously, don’t move, you’ll get everything wet,” you warned, turning for the door. He replied with a mock solemn “Yes ma'am”.

When you returned carrying a stack of towels you found him in the exact same spot you had left him in. You tossed him one, only sorry that you didn’t have any spare clothes to offer. You made do with taking his jacket, shirt and shoes and putting them on the radiator to dry off. You tried not to stare at his chest while he changed and failed miserably. He chuckled when he caught you looking and you blushed bright red, resolutely looking at the floor as you took his clothing from him. “Thanks sweetheart,” He mused your hair fondly, and you protested, blushing even harder now. “Hey!” You grumbled, ducking out from under his hand and giggling, going to hang his clothes over the radiator. When you turned back he had a towel wrapped around his shoulders, concealing his torso but making it no easier for you to ignore the fact that Jason was standing in your room in only his jeans and if your mother walked in you were as good as dead. Of course that was only if you didn’t die of heart failure first because god he was beautiful. You had known he was well built, but you hadn’t even guessed at just how toned he was until now. It was making you feel insecure about your own body just looking at him. You bit your lip, suddenly unsure. Jason picked up on your change of mood and came over to you, cupping your cheek gently in one hand while the other arm encircled your waist, drawing you closer to him. “Hey, everything okay?” His eyes were gentle, captivating, and you found you couldn’t lie to him. You looked down, whispering, “You’re amazing Jay. And I’m.. well, me. You deserve better,” Saying the words out loud made you feel vulnerable. “Sweetheart, listen,” Jason’s voice was unexpectedly serious when he spoke. “I have done very bad things in my life. Hell, I still do. People like me probably don’t deserve a soulmate at all,” Despite yourself you felt a trill of fear go through your body at his words. But then his voice dropped lower, softened. “And then I get you. Doll, you are the most amazing, brilliant, gorgeous person I have ever met.” You looked up at him, stunned, and then Jason leaned in, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, gentle, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to anchor yourself. When he pulled back you were breathless, feeling like you were floating off the ground. His hands were on your hips steadying you, and he rested his forehead against yours, his proximity and the smell of leather and metal surrounded you and made you feel safe. “Jason,” you breathed, dazed, and he chuckled, hugging you close.

Somehow you ended up laying on your bed, tucked securely against Jason’s chest as you just cuddled and talked quietly. You had expected the dynamic between the two of you to change when he kissed you, but instead you just felt even more connected to him than you had before. It felt natural to be with him like this, and as much as your brain wanted you to freak out you just couldn’t. Instead you were just relaxed, happy. At some stage during the night you fell asleep like that, Jason’s fingers tangled in your hair as you snuggled into him, feeling content and whole for what may have been the first time in your life.

I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 2

*PART 1*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1363

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, alcohol, bad decisions, some sexual content, presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

A/N(IMPORTANT): I am very glad that so many of you liked the first part. When I started to write this, I did not expect to write a story like this. I hope you will like the second part. Please after reading this, read some fluff. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. 

Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc.
Also, the thoughts are write in italic.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.

“W-what?” My voice was shaky

How quick could I get to the front door?
Jughead was (much/a little bit/-) taller, but maybe I could reach them faster. Of course, if the door is not closed. I could also choose a window, but this one look like really tricky to open.

“Maybe you want to change first?” He asked, and my mind started to work faster. 

I need to get out of here. Now

I threw the clothes he gave my into the air, and I reached the front door. I pressed the handle.  

Closed. Fuck. I should choose the window.


“This was amazing,” I said when I finished my drink “What did you add to it?”

His eyes opened wide, but he smirked and said: “I am not telling you, it’s a secret.”

I laughed. “Then I would like another “secret”, but first let’s go dance.“


“I want to leave! If you don’t let me go, I will start screaming” Jughead was shocked. Probably he didn’t expect that I will act like this.

“Wait what… No no (Y/N) it’s not like that.”

“Open the door!”

“(Y/N)” He began to approach me.

“Stay away!” I said quickly. He stopped and put his hand into his pocket. He took out the keys.

“I am not forcing you to stay here (Y/N). You can leave whenever you want” He threw the keys, and I caught them.

“The biggest one,” he said.

I slowly opened the door still looking at him. It was right key. 
It calmed me a little.

“Ok, what happened” I crossed my arms. I needed answers, but I still didn’t trust him. Why should I?
I felt dizzy. The room started to be vague.

What was happening? I didn’t drink or eat  anyth… Oh God, he made me a coffee. And I drank it.
“Hi guys!” Veronica and a guy who I didn’t know walked to us.

“Hi!” I said

“(Y/N) you don’t know my brother. This is Oliver, Oliver this is (Y/N)” Reggie introduced us.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)!” He was taller than Reggie, but they were very similar. No wonder why Veronica was looking at his face with admiration. He was very very handsome.

“You too.” He smiled. He had a gorgeous smile!

“Guys, someone puked on the stairs, and the beer had finished.” said some tall blonde boy who just barged through a crowd.

“It’s not even midnight!” Reggie looked at his brother and then at us.

“I take the beer,” Oliver said.

“So that means I going to deal with the stairs” Reggie rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Yup, little brother. Excuse us ladies. We will be right back.”

My vision went blur. I was falling. I felt the strong hand on my waist.

“No,” I said, but Jughead didn’t let me go.

“Calm down. Just sit on the chair. You will not black down in my house again.”

He walked my to the chair and took away his hands.

“What was in my coffee,” I said quietly


“What was in my coffee Jughead?”
“Girl, we are lucky” Ronnie smirked to me when Reggie and Oliver drifted away.

“The most handsome brothers!”

“I can already hear the rumours.”

“(Y/N) and Veronica the luckiest girls in the school” we laughed

“What are you two laughing about” we heard Archive voice. We turn around. He was holding two drinks.

“Nothing” Ronnie smiled.

“Well I figured out you will probably like something to drink since your partners abounded you.” He handle us the drinks

“I shouldn’t mix the alcohol,” I said hesitantly

“C'mon (Y/N) I made it especially for you” Archie winged.

“You are the second guy who said that in about ten minutes” I rolled my eyes
“Not very original.”

“Yeah thank you Archie for making during especially for (Y/N)” Ronnie acted offended but she smiled

“And this one is “especially” for you Veronica” Archie reflected, but he kept looking at me when I was drinking. I laughed.

“I hope so,” Ronnie said and took her drink.
“I didn’t drug you (Y/N)!”

“That is something, which someone who drugged me would say!” My vision was clear again. He was picking up the clothes. He looked in my eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t drug you. I didn’t force you to anything…” I opened my mouth. “No, let me finish! I didn’t add anything to your coffee. Basically, I didn’t do anything like that. I don’t know the whole story, but I can tell you what I know and what happened. I will understand if you don’t want to. You can leave whenever you want.”

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was curious, but on the other hand,  I was scared.

He rolled his eyes, took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table next to me.
“I don’t know where your phone is but you can call whoever you want and check my story. Ok?”


“How are you filling?”

I knew that I shouldn’t mix alcohol! It was wired that I was drunk after two drinks. I didn’t like being drunk, but this time it was surprisingly nice. I felt relaxed when I was dancing. But after about 20 minutes I started feeling dizzy.

“Are you ok?” Kevin asked with concerned look

“I think-k so-o. I n-need s-some air” I said, and I was surprised. I didn’t think I
was so drunk to have a speech problem.

“Girl how much did you drink?” he smirked

“Definitely not enough” Veronica handled me a drink. She already drank about 6 and Archie was still bringing more.

“No, thanks.” The speech problem disappeared, how was that possible?

“C'mon you only drank about 2 and it’s not even midnight. By the way, did someone see Reggie or Olivier?”


“Why I am here with you,” I asked

“You called me,” he answered.

That was wired. Why I phoned Jughead? I didn’t know him. I didn’t talk to him. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t have your number. How could I called you?”

“You called me from Archie’s phone.”

“I think I need to go home,” I said and started to looking for my purse. Damn it I left it somewhere.

“No (Y/N) stay with us!” Kevin insisted

I saw that Archie was holding a phone, he was texting. I took his phone and opened the contact book.

“No (Y/N)!” Archie tried to stop me and got his phone back. Probably I interrupted some meaningful conversation. I didn’t care. I found the taxi number, but I accidentally press the one above. I saw Jughead name on the screen, and then I heard his voice. He was angry.

“Dude! I told you I’m busy. I don’t care how wasted you are I’m not picking you up.” He hung up.

Archie took the phone out of my hand. “You need some air,” He said. “I will call a taxi for you, ok?”
I nodded

We walked out of Reggie’s house. The cold air was very nice. But I didn’t felt better. Contrary everything went blur again. I sat on the stairs. I felt dizzy and tired.

“Do you want to have a walk? Drive-In is nearby” I heard the voice. It sounded like from under water. Unrealistic. I didn’t recognise it. Maybe it was Archie? I walked out with Archie, right?

Strong hands helped me to stand up. I felt like my feets didn’t belong to me. I looked at the owner of the hands. But everything was nebulous. He was tall. What was his hair colour? Is it’s just the light from the streetlight reflecting in his black hair or there are really red?

“Yeah let’s go,” I said, and he took my hand.


“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked

He didn’t answer.

i’ve been meaning to do this for a while now, especially since i’ve been writing anzu since 2014 !! despite all the blog moving and absences, i’m happy to say i’ve had some amazing experiences in this fandom and it wouldn’t have been without all the wonderful people i’ve come to know over that time. whether you’re a new follower or an old one, i’m so glad you’ve been a part of the experience. thanks for putting up with anzu and i, guys! we love you. ❤

shining friendship ( aka the people i talk to/interact with the most & who’ve followed me on all my ridiculous blogs ).

@millenniumpharaoh @necrofade / @indigos @shadowchosen @explodinal @undinaes / @resonata @aoiinome @luckremorse @featherdicks / @amicrest @moraeshigae / @eyesofwater @dutyheart

graceful charity ( aka the cool people who’ve stuck around & the new ones i haven’t spoken to/interacted with as much ).

@puzzllcd @dracgus @pharahos @luckdraw @puritybled / @kyouzaki @bloodthirstygod @buraindo @rycubakura @shadowrpg @necroccult @eternalfaction @wheeluh @insekuta @xvalorous @psychicarmorhead @soliitaris @shinatosark @darkburning @azuloculorum @servatuus @cardgamez @sennenou

anonymous asked:

a part of me kinda regrets that 5h went mainstream, there's so much drama once they were known worldwide

but it’s better than singing at shoppings, they seem more happy also they’re able to help their families so i’m glad they got more known even tho there’s drama

noonicorn  asked:

HECK YES! I am excited for this!! Escpecially because it takes place in Canada, my home n native land!!

oo! I’m so glad you’re excited!! I was very nervous about sharing that, so this honestly means a lot to me! 😊 And yes, I love Canada!! I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how I can make San Myshuno resemble Vancouver, I’ve already flown around the entire map noting down the different areas I think I’ll be able to use in screenshots!! I never really noticed how ‘futuristic’ some parts of San Myshuno are! thank you noo! 💕

cheeso: me and my gf had to stop watching becuase the kanna and the other school kid scenes were getting waaaaay too uncomfortable lol. the worst part is the show wasnt even bad so instead of getting to have fun panning it like with dumb ecchi shows i just felt conflicted and annoyed. im glad other people are enjoying it though

Ohhh yeah you have a point there, yeah, those Kanna scenes also were Hmmm. It is again extrapolated in the anime, but that is not to say they weren’t in the manga. I can definitely see why you’d feel weirded out by it.

All in all, it’s a mixed bag, honestly. I am always of the opinion “it’s not a bad show but I definitely can understand if it isn’t someone’s cup of tea”. You at least gave it a try!

Every week in sociology we read an essay or paper over the weekend, and we send a brief note to the professor stating what we think the thesis of the essay or paper is.

This week we are reading, On Being Sane in Insane Places by D.L. Rosenhan. Specifically, it address the problems that arise when you place people in an unusual environment with a label of psychological or psychiatric diagnosis. That is to say, psychiatric hospitals do not and cannot provide an a real-world environment, and that changes behavior.

How, then, can you label someone insane when you are applying models of behavior that exist only outside the environment you are in? How can you say a person is insane when the environment you put them in inherently forces them to act outside the norm of behavior because the environment is unique?

It’s an interesting piece, and I am so glad that we are talking about mental health as part of our course work.

I love this community so much

I’ve been looking at Anti things on my dash and I love it.
I love how fast people pick up on things, wether they be small or large, it’s amazing.
I love how everyone is creating things about this. Gifs, fan art, stories, characters, etc
I love how everyone keeps theorizing everything, everyday
I love how much fun this has been
I love it so much
And I’m glad to be a part of it.

misanthropic-acedia  asked:

Hey you don't have to post this or even reply, but I want you to know that i believe you don't deserve any of the hate or harassment you're receiving over that Youtube/norbury post. It honestly reads, to me, as a genuine mistake on your part, but also part of an important narrative to open up about sherlock because of them having their sherlock content under lgbt when it isn't lgbt itself. I hope you're okay (and I hope I'm okay to send you this) please try not to beat yourself up over it 💖

this is very lovely of you to say, thank you! i’m just trying to keep going forward now as i’ve done what i can do about it, you know? i’m glad to be posting content on the blog again, it makes me feel better about this whole thing and that i might be able to put it behind me once and for all

anonymous asked:

Do you ever think about sometimes how many people you've never met might be jacking it to your art

you know, honestly, i really don’t even see my art as that explicit until like someone mentions that it is like porn/sexuality feels so normal and like such a natural part of my every day life that it doesn’t even cross my mind that others think of it any other way

which you know, take that bit of info as you’d like, but it’s always so surreal to hear people tell me they get off on what i draw because i’m so caught up in my own head and my own feelings about what i’m drawing i have no idea what to even think

i’m glad there are people who enjoy my art in their own various types of ways however, and it doesn’t weird me out or anything it just isn’t something i never think about or consider important. what’s important is that others are benefiting from something that makes me genuinely happy to produce and discuss, and i think that’s just beautiful :’)

it’s tough to think about how different i am from how i was… i guess i was like that in my old life for a lot of reasons, and im like this in my new one for a lot of reasons too! i think there’s parts of me i miss and parts of me im glad i have now. i wish i could still be angry like i was, firey and unapologetic, but im glad i know how to show kindness and gentleness to the people i love… character development i guess!

My favorite part about liking lazytown is that no matter what someone is proud of you.

You do something healthy or responsible? Good Work! You made Sportacus proud!

You did something lazy and started problems? Nice! Robbie is definitely glad you did that.

anonymous asked:

I was having a legit horrible day at work and I read that Gladio fic when I took my lunch break and hoooooo guuuuurl I switched from absolutely pissed to completely turned on real quick, like I was internally yelling I HAD TO STEP OUT FOR AIR. THAT WAS SO GOOD, NIF. Thank you for turning my shit day upside down with smut. 🖤

aw! thank you for letting me be part of your day! im glad you enjoyed it<33

ashkeloni  asked:

i used to be a part of gamer culture when i was going through puberty, probs the worst time because your mind's so mailable and suggestive then. i saw the warning signs of people starting to fall into the alt-right trap and i'm just glad i got out when i did.

I know how that feels like! When I was in high school and I got my first crush I was reading dating advice on Reddit… I’m glad I subconsciously saw through the “pick-up artistry” and other kinds of similar bullshit.