had a little breakdown today but hopefully things are fine now

Among The Pines

Summary: Reader mysteriously wakes up in the 18th century and tries to use her skills & knowledge to navigate and survive the Revolution and hopefully beyond.

 Warnings: Light cusing (Reader’s inner voice is sarcastic likes to curse), panic attack type situation, and blood.

 Word count: About 1900

Note: This might become a series, I’m not totally sure yet. This is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction. Any input is appreciated.

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

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Always Caring

He didn’t even know what had happened last night. Just, one moment he was lying in bed and the next, he was surrounded by this heavy gloom, a lump in his throat and tears falling from his eyes. It was a sudden emotional breakdown that had come out of nowhere, he no matter how hard he tried to stop because, hell, he was confused!- the tears and sobs would just refuse to stop wretching themselves from him. He contemplated whether he should go to one of his hyungs for comfort, but he didn’t want to wake them. Besides, a little part of him didn’t want them to see him like this, a confused sobbing mess.

So he had cried himself to sleep, alone in his room.

He woke to his phone alarm going off, his eyes cracking open to search for his phone. Shutting the alarm off, he sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. He could feel the dried tear tracks on his face, the puffiness of his face and the crust around his eyes from the bouts of random crying. Pushing himself up, he checked the time. It was one of the moments that Jungkook was actually glad he woke up earlier than the other members. It meant that he could make it to the bathroom without any of them noticing him, and he needed to clean up badly.

He took a shower, scrubbing at his face to rid of the tear streaks and hopefully get rid of some of the puffiness. After, he took the time to look at his reflection in the mirror, having finished with his daily routine. He felt his stomach drop and a slightly disgusted look curl onto his lips when he saw what he looked like. His eyes were red and puffy, the skin around then red from the amount of rubbing he’d done the night before, and his nose looked equally red. Sighing, he gave his face a final splash of water before he made his way out of the bathroom. But of course, he had to have run into someone on the way down the hall. He kept his head down, knowing that it was another member.

“Morning, Kookie~” A groggy Hoseok greeted, and Jungkook muttered back, cringing when his voice came out cracky, a rasp overlapping it. “Eh? Your voice sounds different.” The older discovered, and Jungkook felt himself freeze when Hoseok stopped walking, stopping next to him. “Is everything alright?”

“Y-Yeah, everything’s fine, hyung.” Jungkook said, cursing his voice when it cracked again before he gave it another go. Clearing his throat, he started. “Must’ve just strained it a little.”

“Wait, Jungkook, have you been crying?” Hoseok’s voice was higher in pitch with concern, and Jungkook could feel the older’s hands moving to cup his face but he quickly pulled away, shaking his head furiously.

“I’m fine, really.” He said, scurrying off before the other could say anything else. They had a fanmeet that they had to get to today, so throwing on a pair of sunglasses, he was ready to go. The others were already out roaming around the dorm when he came out. He kept mostly to himself, something that wasn’t completely unusual, but it wasn’t normal either. He either had Jimin, Taehyung or Hoseok around him, but right now, all he had was his phone and earphones, the two things he used for the majority of the ride to the place where the fanmeet would take place.

Throughout the whole time, starting at the dorm and ending when he was getting his makeup done, he could feel a few stares from the members who had picked up on his strange behavior, but there was one in specific that didn’t seem to leave him. He had no doubt it was Hoseok, though he was surprised when he was wrong. With a thank you to the stylist, he took a closer look at himself in the mirror. The puffiness and redness from his skin was gone thanks to all the makeup, though his eyes were still red, something he knew wouldn’t go away until tomorrow. Pushing himself up, he wandered back over to his things, plopping down onto the sofa and pulling out his phone again.

“Hey,” A voice called out, and he looked up to see Jimin standing in front of him. There was a soft look on his face, one that quickly turned to concern when the older sat down next to him, pressing himself against the younger’s side. “Hoseok told me about this morning and I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Always one to care for others… That who Jimin was.

“I’m fine. I was just a little sad last night.” Jungkook said though there was a frown to Jimin’s face.

“It doesn’t look like you were just a little sad.” Jimin stated, and Jungkook frowned. “Come on, you know you can tell me what’s wrong.” Jimin knew that he just had to keep asking, especially when it came to Jungkook. Young and stubborn he was. When Jungkook had finally told him what was wrong, he found himself confused but determined at the same time. Confused since the other didn’t know the reason for his sudden crying and determined because he was going to make sure that Jungkook gets as much affection as Jimin could give. He hated seeing the other unhappy. Jungkook was usually bounding with energy, dorking off with Taehyung usually, and to see him so down was a stab to the whole group’s charisma.

He stayed next to Jungkook while they waited for the fanmeet to start. He had let his head fall against Jungkook’s shoulder, watching the phone in the younger’s hand with one of the earphones in his ears. His arms were wrapped around the younger’s waist, keeping the other in a permanent embrace until they had to go for the fanmeet. There were only the occasional fan that pointed out Jungkook’s red eyes and everytime, Jimin found himself staring over during the interactions.

“Jungkook-ah? Are you alright?” They’d ask and Jungkook would only give them his best assuring smile. Unconsciously running a hand to rub at the side of his neck, he’d give them a nod.

“I’m alright. Thank you.” He said before he passed the merchandise he was signing over to Jimin and dropping the smile to a more self conscious one. Jimin knew that Jungkook didn’t like when anyone saw him other than happy, so hearing fans point it out made him a little angry. Still focused on the younger, Jimin had to be knocked back into the present by the fan in front of him who had called out to him.

“Jimin-oppa?” He snapped his head over to look at her.

“Neh? Sorry.” He apologized, before smiling lightly and conversing with her until he finished writing on the book she had offered for him to sign. Throughout the whole thing, he made sure to give Jungkook attention between each fan or question, whether it be pinching the younger’s cheeks or teasing him in some other way. Occasionally he’d have to knock his leg against the younger’s to gain Jungkook’s attention before Jimin would remind him to smile by using his fingers to emphasis the smile that he pulled on for example. Jungkook would get it, smiling at Jimin’s effort before he’d turn back to the fan.

He felt especially proud when Jimin had sneaked in a kiss to the younger. He’d wandered over to stand behind Jungkook’s chair, his hands on the younger’s shoulders.

“Jungkook-ah.” Jimin called, hearing a “neh” in response, but the younger didn’t look up from what he was doing. “Oi, I want to give you something.” He prompted, successfully getting Jungkook to stop what he was doing and look up. With the action of tilting his head back to look at Jimin, his mouth fell open a little, brown eyes wide as he blinked at the older, waiting for whatever the other wanted to give him. But his eyes widened instead when Jimin appeared closer than he’d thought. The older had leaned down close to his face, and it was only when he felt Jimin’s soft lips press against the corner of his mouth did he realise what had happened.

“You’re doing a good job, Jungkookie.” Jimin said before he was pulling away, a smile on his face as he moved to sit back in his seat. Jungkook stared after him, baffled and shocked. It’s not like Jimin hasn’t done anything like that before, but the fact that it was so close to his mouth was what shocked him. He could feel the heat on his cheeks when he finally shook himself out of it and turned back to the fans.

Jimin couldn’t help keep glancing over at the younger, a smile on his face when he’d catch the younger’s eyes, just for Jungkook to quickly avert his gaze with a rosy tint to his cheeks. Almost to the end of the fanmeet, Jungkook was back to his energetic self, retorting Jimin’s constant teasing with his own dorky comments and playing around with the hyung on his other side.

When it was time to say goodbye to the fans, Jungkook was smiling more genuinely than he had at the start and just for one last tease in front of the fans, Jimin slipped his hands under Jungkook’s arms when they were walking off, causing the younger to squirm away with a giggle. It was out by the car that Jimin asked Jungkook how he was. His arms wrapped around the younger in a back hug and his chin resting against his shoulder, he pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s neck.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked, his voice low so only the two of them could hear.

“Better. It was better near the end of the fanmeet.” Jungkook explained, looking over at Jimin who hummed in response. “Hyung… what was the kiss for?”

“What do you mean?” Jimin questioned, tilting his head slightly. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. Instead he just shrugged before knocking their heads together.

“This would be easier if you were a little taller, Jiminie-hyung.” Jungkook couldn’t help point out, teasing his hyung just one last time before they had to get into the car.

“Oh shut it, brat.” Jimin scolded before he was giving Jungkook a squeeze, a soft smile on his lips. “I’m glad you feel better, Kookie…”

Always caring. That was who Jimin was. Sometimes Jungkook wished he was as open with his feelings as Jimin was. But he was working towards it.

Hope (Part 3)

Originally posted by myachaelclifford

Ever since my first breakdown we’ve been Living in the hospital. and that fucking sucks. 

But what sucks, even more, is that it’s already been approximately a month since I last saw my lovely home and I miss it a lot. it’s already the second cycle and I am not doing great! same old same old, just another 3 weeks of fainting randomly, being extremely sick, throwing up everything and everywhere and last but not least having people to take care of me every time, which is not fun at all.  

and Even though I miss my apartment more than ever, and it’s been approximately two weeks since i last saw the sun (Wish is pretty depressing) today is a happy day, after so many time of not seeing such a familiar face, Liz (Luke’s mother) is coming to visit for a couple of weeks and i couldn’t be more excited about it, Luke on the other side was pretty stressed and it was a bit hard to hold on to. 

“What are you saying?” i ask removing the phone from my ear after Luke groaned something that i could barely understand. 

“The flight is fucking delayed” he says louder and roll his eyes, sitting at the edge of the hospital bed “Why? why does it have to happen today?’  

“Calm down” i chuckle, pulling the phone over my ear again.

for the 20th time of the day i’ve trying to call my nana, better known as the woman who took care of me since i was a little baby on that foster home in Sydney, she is basically like my mother and i couldn’t miss her any more than i am now, ever since i got sick i’ve trying to communicate with her as much as possible but sometime she was too busy or it was too late to call, and now that it was the perfect timing, something was messing up with the lines. 

“Nana is not picking up the phone” i pout looking at my frustrated boyfriend.

“Babe, is like 10 pm in Sydney she must be sleeping by now” he groans rubbing on his face “My fucking mom is going on that plane at like 4 am, and gets here at like 10pm the next day i really don’t know how i am going to pick her up at the airport” he continues with his problem.

“let her take a taxi” i shrug putting the phone aside and trying to call again. 

“no” he says almost immediately “if i could just escape for 40 minutes of studio hours i would do it, but  those motherfuckers always-” 

“Luke” i stop him stretching my leg a little and giving a little push, honestly calm down a bit, geez” 

he groans and leans on his place, landing his head on my lap so now my fingers were snaking around his scalp. “My mind is rushing” he mumbles, I can almost feel his tension going away just a little bit when my hand brushes his hair. “i need a drink and i need to quit my job and i need to get my mom at the airport” 

“You stress too much” i say softly “and you are overreacting, you don’t need to quit your job, dummy, you are just stressed because now studio hours are kinda late” 

“Yeah” he says like it’s pretty obvious “it is so annoying having to go work and then! i’ll have to go to the airport in the freaking night!” he says sounding a bit mad “do you know how much i hate leaving you here alone for so many hours?” 

“i am literally on the safest place i can be” i chuckle softly, taking my phone up to my ear, dialing Nana once again. 

“Last time i left to alone for over 5 or 6 hours, you had a breakdown” he says trying to prove his point. 

“It wasn’t your fault! it is the stupid cancer fault, plus, when that happened in the middle of a chemo session, i am better now, really”  

he looks up at me, not really believing what i am saying as usual and then looking back down “Sure” he says and sits on the bed again. “maybe i should pay a driver to pick my mom off” 

i nod and keep caressing my boyfriend’s hair while he struggled with the complications of his life. a dash of pain rush over my forehead, and i groan, taking my hands off my boyfriend’s head and reaching for the emergency button. 

“Can i have something for the pain?” i say when the nurse at the other side of the line picked up. 

“Sure hun” she says “What hurts?” the old lady asks. 

“Just a headache” i say and release the button from my hold, to then turn to my overly concerned boyfriend, that as usual, he turned over protective with this things. 

“Are you in pain?” he asks reaching for my hand and lacing our fingers together. 

“Just a bit, i’ll be fine” i smile softly and squeeze his hand “is just that thing” i point to the bag of the treatment that i get every day  “it always gets me like this”

“Are you sure?”  he asks softly

“Yes” i whisper and lean to kiss his forehead “I’m kinda hungry” 

that comment makes him smile, listening to me saying i was hungry was like music to his ears. Since Chemo started i haven’t been eating much, all of those random waves of nausea and weakness wore me off, I didn’t felt like eating, so i just left it even though Luke would insist for the longest time to make me eat something, i lost weight, but slowly I’ve been getting it back, which was somehow good. 

“Is Michael coming?” i ask happily, again running my fingers on his hair. 

“Em.. not really, i think he said something about not feeling too well, he’s coming to practice, but anyways ..” he says skipping the unnecessary information and going to the point “Calum is picking me up though, why?” 

“i want Mcdonald’s” i innocently smile “or better, In and out, can you please tell him-” 

“No” he scoffs at me and roll his eyes “it’s not any healthy to eat in and out”

“Pleaseeeee” i while, softly pulling his blonde hair as an instance “Just once, i hate hospital food” i sigh “look at the good side, think about all of the calories and how much weight i could gain from that” i smile 

“like, what, half a pound?” he laughs “No” 

i pout and take his face on my hands, squishing his cheeks and massaging his face on my hands “i won’t stop doing this until you say yes” i say, i know how much he hates it, i know him so well, and i know that if i keep doing it he’s going to be mad, but it’s the best way i could fine for him to say yes “Please bubba” 

he groans and grabs both of my hands pushing them to my sides “Okay fine” he says hardly acceding “i’ll call him” he says pulling his phone out “But just because you are finally willing to eat something” 

“Yay!” i celebrate letting him go from my hold and throwing my body back and laying on the bed “i’m excited now” 

he chuckles “of course you are” he mumbles squishing one of my thighs with his free hand while putting the phone over his ear “you deserve it though, you had a lot of tests today, i didn’t ask, how do you feel?” 

i shrug “i am alright,” i say with a small smile “it was nothing more than a blood test and a scan, just a check” i say like it’s nothing “i’ll be fine” 

he smiles sitting up on the bed and leaning down to kiss my cheek “hopefully” he mumbles “What do you want for dinner then?” he asks me, taking his phone off his ear. “Calum is not picking up, i’ll just text him” 

i smile and mumble what i want, it was nothing different from what i’ve order a hundred times before when we used to go to in n out on the weekends as a little tradition of us. He was typing quickly while moving on the bed closer to me and laying completely by my side. he looked tired, he felt tired, i knew he was more than tired of all the drama and stress in his life. he needs a break. 

“Have i mentioned to you how much i love you” i mumble close to his ear and kiss his cheek. “Because i love you so fucking much”

he turns around and gives me a weird look before smiling and pecking my lips softly “that was random” he chuckles and pecks my lips again “but i guess that i love you too” 

i gasp at his response and push him lightly, almost acting like i was offended “you guess?” i say and he laughs. “say it properly, you sucker, i’m expressing my feelings here” 

he laughs and sneaks his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him and kissing my forehead “C’mon babe” he chuckles looking down at me “you know i love you” 

i smile and look up at his piercing blue eyes “How much?” 

he shooks his head, and shrugs “I can’t even count how much, i just love you to the fucking moon and back” 


It’s been approximately 6 months since i last saw my mother face to face when me and (Y/n) went on a little holiday to Australia, and it was such a relief to finally see her. i still remember the last time i had a proper conversation with her face to face and through a screen. it was the day i told her (Y/n) had cancer. i cried. she cried.bits and pieces from that day still fly through my mind, i know how much she likes (Y/n), and it’s heartbreaking that after so many time she gets to see her in this state, i am not looking forward to this moment to come, at all.

However, here i am, 6 pm, just escaped from Studio hours even though I technically can’t do that and all ready to see mom come out of those doors, and then get back to work so i can finish this as soon as possible.

When i see her short body coming through the door, carrying her luggage with that tired look I’ve seen many times in the past, i smile, i can’t believe my mother is actually here, i missed her like crazy. 

“Oh my goodness!” she exclaims when she sees me through the crowded hallway of the airport. “My baby!” she laughs and I pull her into a warm welcoming hug. “i missed you so much” 

“i missed you too mom” i say closing my eyes feeling her embrace “So so so much” 

she separates from my hug and puts both of her hands on my cheeks, making me stare directly at her. “How are you?” she asks me with a sweet voice “You look tired love” she comments and caresses my cheek. 

i smile “I’m doing okay” i whisper and shrug. 

doesn’t look sure of it  “Are you sure honey?” she says softly. 

she looks at me with those eyes, when she knows something is wrong with me but wants me to say it out loud but like most of the times, i am way too stubborn to admit it 

“I am not sure mom” and with that, she does not ask more questions, gives me one last hug and a kiss on the cheek, and we are ready to head out of the airport. 

on the way out mom makes more than clear to me that she would rather go to the hospital to see (Y/n) before stopping at the apartment to leave her stuff and have a bit of a rest after such a long trip. For my luck, the hospital is not very far from LAX and we get there very soon, after no more than 15 minutes I park in my usual spot in the hospital parking lot and get ready to get in. 

“So, she’s been a bit better” I explain while taking out the sunglasses from my face “She is not currently in chemo so that’s good, the doctors made a couple of tests after the cycle to make sure everything was in place and she is responding well to the treatment” 

“Has she been too weak?” she asks already getting out of the car, almost eager to see her. 

“no, not this last days” i say “yesterday she was in a bit of pain, i guess it was just the medicine, but she ate pretty well, we brought her a burger and fries, she was more than happy to eat it, which is good” 

Already when walking through the hospital hallway on our way to (Y/n)’s room  some of the nurses wave their hands at me when they pass along my way and i give a little smile to them. we’ve been here for almost a month since’s her first breakdown and it was almost impossible for the entire nurse section to not know who was i, especially when (Y/n) was such a great social person who made sure to be friends with every single nurse and doctor that came to see her on the oncology section. at least it was good she was having social contact with other people that was just me or the boys. 

Again, we get to our destiny pretty quickly, and in the blink of an eye we are in front of her door, i open it and let my mother go first, almost inmidiatly obtaining a reaction rom her and my girlfriend. 

“Liz!” she yells and gives little jumps of excitement while sitting on the bed. 

she wasn’t wearing any of her usual set of beanies that are stored in her cabinet, so her bald head was completely exposed. she seemed more than happy to see my mother and i could notice that if it wasn’t for the IV stuck in her right arm she would have jumped from that bed and give my mother a very tight and welcoming hug that she has been expecting to give her from the past two weeks. 

my moms face is something that I can’t read, she is shocked of (Y/n)’s look, I know, she looks different, very different, is like she is now a totally different person. I spot my mom cleaning a little tear from her eye while hugging (Y/n), and I almost can feel all the emotion that is going on in the room. 

“I missed you” (Y/n) says with a smile “Oh my god, I am so happy you are here, I have so many things to tell you” 

my mother nods and gives her a kiss on the cheek “i am glad to see you” she mumbles, with a voice that is not her normal voice. “you look so… Different” 

she nods “I know” her sweet voice says, and then her look turns to me “hey, aren’t you supposed to be at work bubba?” she says to me 

“uh- yeah” i nod and walk up to the bed giving (Y/n) a kiss on the cheek “Mom really wanted to see you, would  you mind staying here for just a couple of hours? I’ll pick you up after I’m done with studio hours and you can rest” I tell my mother with a little apologetic smile. 

“it’s okay love, we have a lot to catch up” she smiles and sits beside my girlfriend. 

Walking away from the room, after excusing myself for leaving so soon, i make my way outside so i can head back to the studio to finally finish all of this, and finally, have my day finished. but when i almost reach the end of the aisle, i feel someone touch my shoulder, and i turn around, it’s Holly one of the nurses in charge of (Y/n), and also her personal favorite one. 

“The doctor wants to see you at his office” she simply says, and with just those simple words i tense. 

i wish i wasn’t called to his office, i really didn’t, i felt like i was a little kid in school and i did something wrong, with the difference that i was not at school and this is not my case who we are talking about. whoever, again, i really wished this was not happening and if i could make that moment disappeared i would do it in a heartbeat, and not only this moment, the entire cancer situation. 

those words are for sure going to stay in my mind for a long time, as long as i got there, the doctor did not waste any time updating me on what was happening. Number one, she is not longer responding to chemo and they are giving her one more cycle before testing her for radiation. number two, she caught a cold which in her state could be very delicate, and last and definetly not least, the doctor has no hope she will make it. and i really wished he didn’t said that because now i was one step closer to my fear of losing her. 

this can not be happening 

this CAN NOT be happening 

My transgender timeline

So I feel like i’m at a point in my life where i can share these pictures and put them out there and not feel bad about it;
i can’t lie to myself and pretend that the first 15 years of my life never happened, because they did. Looking back at the person i was, i’m not ashamed. My life is where it is because of that person i used to be, even if i was unhappy. If things had been different, I wouldn’t have the life I have now, which, i must add, is not perfect, but its pretty good.
Here we have pictures of me from the end of my 8th grade year to today (end of 11th grade)
Hopefully my transformation could help some people and give them hope, or just give people an insight to how different life becomes once you come out as trans*

8th Grade Year; Often thought about the possibility of being trans but pushed it out of my head for fear of what that would bring. I had really low self esteem issues because of bullying in elementary, but after i got this haircut i felt a little better. The year before, I had tried to kill myself. Even though it was over a year before this picture was taken, I still hadn’t fully recovered. Something kept me going this whole time, and I’m glad it did.

Summer before 9th grade year; Got highlights! :’-) After my extremely uncomfortable 8th grade prom and my tragic poofy black dress.

9th grade year; Dyed my hair completely blonde.

9th grade; At this point I knew I wasn’t 100% female and it scared me to be honest. I tried my best to rule out the possibility I was trans, so I tried to convince myself to settle for androgyny.

9th grade; managed to convince my mom to let me cut my hair off. I took this photo right after. Even though I had eyeliner on in the picture, I fell in love with how masculine I looked and used this picture for my profile on every website.

9th grade; dyed my hair back to brown. The first time I dyed it, I somehow managed to get my original hair color and had a breakdown. I didn’t know why I was so upset about it but after I dyed it to dark brown I felt a lot better.

9th grade; Still not sure how to go about the androgynous thing. I told people that any pronouns were fine but obviously only got refered to as ‘she’. I just tried my best not to think about gender and just try to not look hideous.

9th grade; Got a pixie cut and tried the androgyny thing again. After much deliberation, I decided to ask my mom if I could wear a suit to my friend’s sweet sixteen. After lots of back and forth argueing, i managed to get her to say yes. Here I am trying on a blazer and feeling really confident for the first time in a long time.

My friend’s sister said I wasn’t allowed to show up in a suit to their sweet sixteen. However, my friend told me to do it anyway, so i did. My mom however told me that I /had/ to wear eyeliner and lipstick if i wore a suit, so i did. Besides this, though, I still felt like I was finally getting somewhere in terms of gender identity.

Summer before 10th grade; I was fighting a lot of internal battles at this time. I knew i wasnt androgynous. I wasn’t female. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I couldnt ignore the fact that every time I heard my birthname or ‘she’ it hurt me. I’m not sure what I would have done if I didn’t have my best friend with me :’-)
(Isn’t she cute? I was totally crushing on her but didn’t know it yet~)

Summer before 10th grade, stopped wearing eyeliner and doubled up on sports bras. When I finally accepted the fact that I was trans, I tried my best to lose all the femininity I had.

Summer before 10th grade year; Got another haircut! I told my friends to use male pronouns with me for the first time. It felt so right, that I no longer had doubts in my mind. I knew that I didn’t want to live as female, so I decided to tell my mom the August before 10th grade year.

Beginning of 10th grade year; After coming out to my mom, I asked my best friend to be my girlfriend. Although a lot of things seemed to be going right, I became very anxious and depressed. I was put on anti-anxiety and anti-depressant medication and was doing okay, although in this point of my life I began cutting myself for the first time. It was a hard and stressful time in my life, probably because of the changes going on around me. I had horrible dysphoria, and coming out to my teachers and classmates wasn’t easy.

10th grade; Dyed my hair pink while i was more comfortable with myself. It didn’t last long because I didn’t like all the negative attention, but I actually really did like it.

End of 10th grade; Prom with my gf!! It was the first time I got fitted for a tux and it was just really great all around.

End of 10th grade year; went pastel purple! I also started using editing apps, lmao. I was digging the hair (should have kept it, tbh)

Summer before 11th grade; went to trans camp. Met awesome people and felt really good for the first time in a while. I was diagnosed with PCOS and started developing really bad acne, which sucked, but I lived with it.

(For all those who didn’t believe that I had white hair!!!)

Aaaand a collection of 11th grade pics!

And most recently, here I am 2 weeks on T, happier than i’ve ever been. I’m still with my girlfriend and we just hit 1 year 7 months~ How time flies, huh? ;v;

I know this was long but I really wanted to post this, partly to pick myself up and see the progress I’ve made.
Here’s to proving that it really does get better.

The Chocolate Bird and Some Bees

Just some short, sweet Valentine’s Day fluff! (ao3

“Hey, did you know that St. Valentine was also the patron saint of beekeeping?”

Charlie peeked over her laptop and saw Dean peering intently at his own. She could only see the Rebel Alliance sticker adorning the front of his computer and not his actual screen, but she knew exactly what he was looking at. “Are you on Cas’ blog again?”

Dean’s cheeks and ears turned pink. “What? No. I’m just…” He looked up and saw Charlie’s unimpressed stare. “Okay, I’m on his blog again. Shut up.”

Charlie just laughed. “You have got it so bad,” she told him.

“Do not,” Dean said. “I just… like learning about bees.”

“Uh-huh,” Charlie said. “You just keep telling yourself that.”

“Shut up,” Dean told her again.

Charlie did, for about two seconds. “So, have you figured out what you’re going to do yet?”

The pink on his cheeks turned red and he tried to shrink behind his computer screen.

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BrittanaCon Prompt Project - 9a

AUTHOR: Dranny (FF account)

PROMPT: Brittana are rivals who work at Disneyworld as princesses & constantly make passive aggressive comments about each other while on the job.

PROMPTED BY: Tumblr Anon



When Brittany Pierce was five years old and her mom asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up her answer was “A Princess.”  When Brittany was eight years old and her teacher asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up her answer was still “A Princess.”  When Brittany was twelve years old and her middle school had a career day, she dressed in her nicest frilly pink dress and went as "A Princess.”  So now, at eighteen years old, it was only fitting that the first job she ever had was, as you guessed it, "A Princess.” Not a princess like Kate Middleton or Anne Hathaway, but as a real live Disney princess. She felt giddy just thinking about it.

“Excuse me miss, will you take a picture with my daughter?” A woman asked coming up to her.

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5SOS Preference - You have a bad day at school

Requested- Yes

C A L U M :

The minute you slammed the door shut and collapsed down onto the couch with a sigh, he knew something was wrong. “Hey babe,” he said softly, settling himself down next to you and massaging your shoulders gently. “Rough day?” You nodded and cuddled into his side, craving his warmth. “Let’s build a blanket fort and order in pizza,” he said hopefully, a gleam in his eye. “Sure, why not?” you giggled, pulling him up off the sofa. As you ran around the house, stealing blankets and pillows, you forgot all about your bad day. An hour of pillow fights and blanket avalanches later, you and Calum were cuddled up watching some cheesy chick flick in your little fort with a box of pizza between the two of you. “You feeling better now babe?” he asked, pulling you closer into his side. “Yeah, thanks to you Cal. I love you.” “More than pizza?” he teased, grabbing another slice from the box. “More than pizza.“

L U K E :

You were having the time of your life on tour with the boys but since you were still in school, your parents insisted that you keep up your schoolwork on the tour, to your disappointment. It was never fun but today had been particularly bad- you just couldn’t understand anything and it was stressing you out to the point where you were having a mini breakdown. Luke came back from a day out with the boys to find all your books and papers thrown all over the lounge of the tour bus and a trail of destruction leading all the way back to the bunk you shared with Luke. The boys’ eyes widened at the damage but Luke gave them a look and they all left to do their own thing, most likely play videogames. “Y/N?” Luke said gently, trying to pull back the curtain of the bunk but you stopped him, wanting to be alone. But the truth was, you didn’t want to be alone, you just didn’t want him to see you like this. You heard some shuffling and then Luke started to strum his guitar and sing to you. Eventually, you emerged from the bunk and let him in for a night of cuddling and soothing words. “It’ll all be okay, darling. It’s all gonna work out just fine.”


M I C H A E L :

It was only 3 hours into the school week and it was already probably the worst day of your life. You texted your boyfriend Michael to vent as you walked as slowly as possible from one class to another, attempting to avoid the group of girls that had been doing everything possible to hurt you recently. Keeping your head down, you glanced at your phone as another text from Mikey flashed up on the screen. ‘From: Mike <3 : keep hanging in there babe, see you soon x’ you smiled to yourself before the school’s Queen Bitch shoved you into a locker, not even looking back. Maths class seemed to drag on forever until the teacher got a phone call asking you to report to the office. When you got there, you had the shock of your life to find Michael, chatting comfortably with your principal. “Ah, Y/N, all ready for your doctor’s appointment?” she said cheerily, Mike shooting you a wink and a cheeky smile.  “Doctor’s appointment? Original Mike,” you giggled once you were both out of there. “Well it got you out of hell for the day, didn’t it? We could do anything today, the world is your oyster!” he said excitedly, picking you up and spinning you around. “Anything’s good for me, as long as I’m with you.”

A S H T O N :

The tears streamed down your face as you ran back to you and Ash’s apartment. School was really testing you to your limits and you’d inevitably cracked under the pressure. Everything that could’ve gone wrong today had and you couldn’t wait to get back to your boyfriend. Lately it seemed like he was the only one who could make you feel better and bad days were becoming more and more common. He heard you break down into sobs as soon as you walked through the door and rushed straight to your side. There was nothing Ashton hated more than seeing you cry. “C’mere babe, it’s okay,” he held you until your sobs subsided and you cuddled into his side. “I-I just,” “I know babe, hey it’s alright, let’s just go cuddle yeah?” And that’s exactly what you did, falling asleep in Ashton’s arms making all you worries disappear.

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