hard times come good times go

Some neighbor aus for ya guys

“Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.” au

“Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!” au

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” au

“I was very good friends with the guy that lived here before you and basically I was over here a lot and… well old habits die hard, can I stay?” au

“If you set the alarm off in the middle of the night ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I WI- wait why were you even cooking at 3 am?” au

“You burst through the door because you thought you smelled smoke but it was just incense, listen you’re paying for that buddy.” au

“You locked yourself out too?” au

“Hey, I locked myself out, can I use your phone?” au

“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” au

“I don’t mean to sound paranoid but I’m pretty sure you’re a serial killer.” au

I posted a (rather long) question to Stefán asking him how he’s able to remain positive despite everything he’s going through. I told him about how I’m also going through some hard times myself right now (I didn’t tell him what, but I did imply what they were).

This was his response.

To anyone who’s going through a difficult time, or if you’re like me and you’re coming out of a mental health crisis, this is some good advice to keep in mind.

It may not help everyone, but even if it helps just a few people, then that’s all that matters.

The Art of Study Breaks

You know when you’re studying non-stop, working really hard… but eventually, you start feeling less productive? I’ve come to realize that in such cases it’s good, even necessary to take a study break. So here’s how to master them!

How much time?

15-20 minutes: just enough time for you to relax a little, but not so much that you fall completely out of your game.

How frequently?

Honestly, this totally depends on what you’re studying, how hard it is etc, but normally I’ll take a study break every hour and a half.

What do you do during them?

  • Go to the bathroom. Wash your face, remove your makeup, go to the toilet if you need to.
  • Grab some food & water. Sometimes, studying can make you hungry, and water’s always good to have around. I’d tell you to opt for something healthy when it comes to food, but more often than not I’ll choose to eat Oreos, biscuits or some other sweets.
  • Take a nap. This is perhaps the most straightforward one; just lie down for a few minutes. Make sure you’ve set an alarm clock though, or else you will oversleep. Trust me; it’s happened before.
  • Clean up your study space. I have quite a big desk, but sometimes it can feel like the random items of stationery, pieces of paper, textbooks and other random crap is just taking over everything. I swear, it really helps if you clean up the things around you!
  •  Go online. I’m a little reluctant to recommend this because I know how hard it is to stop afterwards, but if you consciously limit yourself and know that you’ll stop after 15-20 minutes, then watching a few YouTube videos, going on tumblr or talking to friends of Facebook can be a great way to relax.
  • Make yourself a tea. Or coffee – but personally I’m more of a tea person during studying. I’ll make myself a nice cup of black tea with lemon and sugar, and afterwards, everything just goes better.
  • Watch an episode of a TV show/anime. These are slightly longer, but are a great way to take your mind off whatever you’re studying. I’d recommend watching something which is short (ie. not a full, hour-long episode of Game of Thrones) – like Friends, HIMYM or Family Guy. These are great because the shows are pretty episodic, you won’t feel inclined to keep watching more and more. As for anime, don’t pick one where you know you won’t be able to stop after one episode. Instead, I’d recommend something like Hetalia (hilarious; also great if you’re studying Geo or History), Gintama (pure gold), Samurai Champloo (the perfect combination of fun and deep).

And so there you have it: the art of taking a study break. Good luck, everyone!

It’s all about learning how to respect yourself. It takes a while, you may struggle from time to time, but it’s all about you. We are the only ones with 100% power over ourselves, your mind will believe everything you tell it. Make it think positive thoughts. You have multiple choices in this world and you could change something in a day. Nothing good comes out of hating ourselves, but everything good comes out of loving ourselves. I say, if loving yourself is too much, learn to like yourself first. It’s hard to go from constant insulting yourself to constant complimenting yourself. Take it slow, you’ll get there. Distance yourself from the negativity and triggers and surround yourself in positivity and thinks that make you glad you’re alive.

~ make up memes/starters ~

  • i missed everything about you.
  • can i come over so we can talk?
  • your friends called and told me how hard you’ve been taking it.
  • please take me back.
  • i won’t mess up this time.
  • let me kiss you from head to toe, i’m not going anywhere this time.
  • i can forgive you but i don’t think i can forget.
  • i just couldn’t live without you.
  • how do you expect things to just go back to normal.
  • you have no idea how hard it was to stay away from you.
  • have you already forgotten how good we used to be together? 
  • i promise - i’ll never leave you again.
  • leaving you was the hardest thing i ever had to do.
  • i’ll tell you every day that i’m sorry if that’s what you need. 
  • life isn’t worth living without you.
  • i saw your face everywhere i went.
  • i was miserable without you.
  • you made me a better person. 
  • how are we just supposed to forget everything that happened? 
  • unloving you was the hardest thing i’ve ever done.

Followers,
We are now entering a tough time for a lot of us anxiety sufferers. The holidays. I can tell you that it won’t be easy to get through; no matter how far along you are, the holidays are hard. Just breathe. It’s temporary. Your family will be gone soon. The food isn’t as important as you think it is. You can go back to your safe places soon. Just try and remember the positives, focus on the good, and know that the pain and panic is temporary. Triggers come and go. They will always be waiting for us. And sometimes we can hide, but other times we are stuck staring at them. I hope you find some peace this season and I know you can make it through. Stay strong. That’s all you can do.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Pairing: Jonathan x Reader (If you squint real hard)

Warnings: Demagorgon, Weapon use, So many interruptions ;-; (and as usual) mediocre writing.

Words: 1,325

A/n: This is just a random reader-insert of what would happen if they were in it too. Like going along with Jonny Boi and Nan Wheels, chasing and being chased by the demagorgon.

Summary: You end up at Jon’s house with Steve at the wrong time and trouble comes-a-knocking’.


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I tell myself not to chase anyone because I shouldn’t have to run to the ends of the earth to get someone’s attention. The effort should be made on both ends. I tell myself to relax because you don’t need to constantly be in a relationship to feel valid. Being single is okay. Sometimes it’s hard but most of the time you are okay by yourself. People will come into your life at the right time and things will be easy then. But for right now you must be patient. Sit back. Stop looking. I just fear that if I’m not the one that makes an effort I will miss out on great things. If I sit back and wait for something to happen it never will. I’m constantly struggling between good things come to those who wait and if you want something in life then go get it.

it’s so sad when you can just feel the distance between you and an old friend growing wider and it’s almost like no matter how hard you try you can’t stop it. like it’s inevitable that you’ll never be as close as you were and all the good times you used to spend together are behind you guys. you’ve both changed so much and it’s even hard to remember why you used to hang out. you can only look at the pictures and memories in your mind and just be thankful they played such a vital role growing up with you. those are some of the hardest times in life for me, letting go and accepting and embracing the change you never thought would come. 

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Sometime later…

Jules: Is this torturous activity of understanding love over?

Neha: Yes. Thanks. You worked hard, Jules. I’m sure our submission is going to earn the highest points. Guess you’re happy to no longer work with me again, right?

Jules: Well, I mean I won’t say it like that. Don’t be mistaken, I… I kind of tolerate you but the issue was the love part. Maybe next time we can do something different. 

Neha: Next time? You’re willing to work with me again? 

Jules: I uh… you’ll assist with me having good grades. Forget what I said, I’ll just… come let me help you out. 

Come back and kiss me one more time. Just one more time. Please. Don’t go yet. Please.
—  leaving is hard
The Escape Part 1 X Daryl Dixon X Reader

A starter story for one I think I’m going to make quite long. First imagine in a long ass time. Not been in a good place so I apologies if it isn’t up to usual standards.

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Your body slammed onto the cold hard floor as you were thrown back into your cell. One of the prisoners had escaped and everyone was running riot. The large metal door slammed shut muffling the voices coming from outside. You heard footsteps running up and down the corridor. After a few minutes the noises stopped.

You realised after a short amount of time that you hadn’t heard the lock click on the door and they hadn’t started the awful torture music. You stood slowly and pressed your ear against the door. There was no noise, surely they couldn’t have forgotten to lock you in. They couldn’t be that dumb could they?

You placed your hand on the metal handle and pulled it down slowly and quietly. You could feel your body shaking, you weren’t sure if you were scared or excited. You pushed on the door and it opened making a loud creaking sound. You stopped dead to hear if anyone was coming. If you were found there’s no doubt you’ll be beaten and starved for a long time. You couldn’t hear anything.

You started to run down the corridor as quietly as you could. Usually there was people everywhere but for some reason there was no one. There was a room where they sit and play cards but it was empty. ‘Where the fuck it everyone’ you thought to yourself.

You got to a closed door. You placed your ear to it to hear if there was anyone there. You opened it slowly and saw some clothes. This had to be your lucky day. You looked through a box of clothes till you found your own jeans and a pair of boots your size. They must have thrown your clothes in here when they made you strip and wear that filthy disgusting jumper.

You pulled your jeans on, found out a baggy vest and pulled on the boots. It was so good to be in clothes that weren’t filthy. They weren’t perfect but you were happy. You sat down in a chair for a second and looked to your left. There was an open jar of peanut butter on the table with a spoon in it. You frowned but snatched it up anyway. It was so delicious. You had been trying to eat bread with dog food scraped off it for so long, you forgot how nice real food is. After wolfing down the peanut butter you stood up and walked to the door. You pressed your ear against it again to see if anyone was out there but still nothing.

You stepped out and walked ahead to find a away out. After walking down some corridors you saw a room with the door open. Hopefully there would be a window you could look out of. As you got to the door there was still no people around but your heart stopped.

In the most beautiful room you had ever seen since the world went to shit. There was a dark wooden table with two sofas on opposite sides facing each other. Propped up against the table was Lucille. Seeing her made pictures flash in your head. Pictures of blood, screams and horror. When Negan bashed in the skulls of all your friends and family. He left you to be his wife, which you obviously refused. You tried to shake the images out your head and without thinking you picked it up. You swung it round once. “Cant believe he would leave this but this is mine now” You said to yourself.

You placed the bat over your shoulder and smiled to yourself. You crept out looking around to check but still nothing.

You didn’t understand why not one single person was around. It started to feel creepy. You made your way around cold empty corridors until you finally reached a door to outside. You looked through the window and saw some bikes and a gate. Still no people. You walked out side and took a deep breath in. You never thought you would enjoy the feeling of sun on your skin and a breeze in your hair without being dragged around by that asshole Dwight.

“Ermm excuse me miss? What are you doing?” a man’s voice from behind you made you jump.

You turned quickly to see a man looking at you confused. Your grip on the bat tightened. “Where is everyone?” You asked him, trying to avoid his question.

“Did you not hear? A prisoner has escaped. Everyone’s looking for him.” His eyebrows furrowed a little as he finished “Hey aren’t you that pretty priso—“ before he could finish you slammed the bat into his head as hard as you could. You kind of felt bad but then you remembered he was a saviour. His body slumped to the floor and you hit him a couple more times just to make sure.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice shook, you hadn’t killed anyone in a long long time. I felt awful but also slightly freeing to do it again.

You could hear voices coming from around the corner. You ran to the fence which was padlocked. You threw the bat over the top and climbed up, jumping over onto the floor. Your legs gave in on impact and you fell. You quickly jumped up and ran for the trees ahead of you.

You ran for a good 5 minutes. You hadn’t heard any voices follow you at all so you stopped. You looked up between the trees where the sun shone through, warming your dirty pale cheeks up. A huge smile spread across your face. You were free, finally free. You had no idea how long you had been locked up but you were now free. A warm feeling of happiness filled your whole body. A feeling you never thought you would have ever again. You took a deep breath in filling your lugs with fresh air.

A moaning noise interrupted you. You looked to your right to see a walker shuffling it’s way towards you. The smile didn’t leave your face as you walked to it. You may have even skipped a little. You swung the bat around and took it clean out in one swoop. It was quite a nifty little walker killer.

You started to walk forward. You had no idea where you were going but you knew you would never look back.

A week had past now. You had found a cute little hut that had a few cans of food but supplies were low. You had also built up your strength so you should be strong enough to last quite a few days out there. You found an old shoulder bag which belonged to the poor dead family you had to kill in one of the bedrooms. You even found an old leather jacket which used to be one of your favourite things to wear. It was time to move on. Maybe find some more supplies, maybe even some people. You filled your bag with as much things as you could, picked up Trevor (your newly named bat) and left.

It was a nice day. The sun shone brightly and there was a nice cool breeze. “Ahhh what a beautiful day for an apocalypse” You sighed to yourself. You weren’t in anyway clean but you needed something rotten if you wanted to keep walkers away.

After a few minutes of walking you saw a couple of walkers ahead. Nothing difficult and you needed some limbs. You walked up to them and took them down as easy and stomping on a flower. You put your hands on your hips assessing the situation. You weren’t sure how to get the limbs off without making a complete mess. You also didn’t know how you would attach them to yourself.

You decided to just hit one at the elbows and pull the lower arms off. The stench was overpowering. You couldn’t help but heave a few times. You took the laces from the walkers boots and tied them around the wrists, hanging the harms around your neck. The smell really was horrific. Hopefully it would work.

You had walked for days now. Your right knee was all fucked up from you falling over. It was at the point now where you couldn’t put any weight on your leg. You were using the bat as a stick to walk with. The arms had severed served you well though. The sun had basically cooked them. Even though you had gotten used to the smell you knew you smelt awful.

You had made it to an area with some broken down cars and some old buildings. A loud bang made you jump and without thinking you put pressure on your leg. The pain shot through your body and you fell to the ground. “Son of a bitch!” you shouted as your body collided with the hard concrete.

“We got a dead one over here!” you heard a man’s voice near you.

“No. Don’t waste ammo. I’ll get it” another voice said.

A man walked over to you lying on the floor. He raised a wooden stick above his head “I ain’t dead!” You shouted.

The man jumped a little “What? You’re alive? Why are you carrying dead arms?”

“Damn straight I’m alive! The smell keeps walkers away” to say you hadn’t seen people in such a long time you were in no mood to be beaten to death. You took the arms from around your neck and threw them to the side.

“Morgan step back!” another voice shouted.

The man turned to the other men he was with “Why?”

“That bat she’s holding. It belongs to Negan. She’s one of them”

You pulled your self up to a sitting position “I stole this from him when I escaped.” You saw 5 men looking at you. Morgan, 2 men with guns pointed at your head, a rough looking man with a crossbow and one man with grey dreadlocks.

The man with dreadlocks stepped forward “And we are supposed to just believe you?”
You shrugged “Honestly if I was a saviour would I look this shit? And smell this bad?” the man with the crossbow smirked.

The man looked you up and down. “We’ll keep her in the cage next to Shiva. Weather she’s one of them or not they will be looking for her. Get up”

You frowned at how rude he was “If I could stand do you really think I would be sitting on the floor?” All your sarcastic comments seemed to make the archer smile.

Morgan walked closer to you and held out his hand. He pulled you up and gave you his arm to hold on to. The archer came to the other side of you.

“King Ezekiel. I think you should take the bat, just in case she tries to use you.” One of his men said.

He simply nodded to him. You pulled you bat away from him “This is my walking stick. And king? Really? The whole world’s gone to shit so instead of removing your head out your ass you call yourself a king?”

“People need someone to look up to. Also I don’t need to explain myself to a rude little girl with an attitude problem.” He turned his back to you like a stroppy child and walked ahead.

“Mardy prick. Just cause I’m right” You said quietly.

You heard the archer laugh under his breath “Damn right” he said so only you could hear him.

They walked you to a place filled with people. They were walking around, working, talking, having a good time. It was like they had no idea how the world really was. “What the fuck is this place?”

“Its called the kingdom”

You laughed “Of course it fucking is.” People were looking you up and down like you were a piece of shit. You forgot how that felt. Before the apocalypse people would judge you for your tattoos and your appearance but you never though in a world like this people would still judge you. “What? Want a picture bitch?” You shouted at a woman you was pointing her nose at you.

You were taken to a room. In the middle were 3 cages all joined together. One larger one then two smaller ones. In the larger one there was a tiger pacing up and down. You stopped in your tracks. “A tiger?” You shook your head.

“Yeah I know” Morgan said.

“Nope! I ain’t staying with that! It’s a fucking tiger!” you tried to pull back put you stepped on your bad leg nearly making you fall again.

Morgan sighed “Look I’m sorry. I believe you aren’t one of them but if he says you stay here, you have to stay here. You need to rest and heal anyway.”

“Son of a bitch” You sighed. They opened the cage gate and placed you down on the ground. You moved to the furthest corner as far away from the tiger as possible. Morgan left but the archer stayed for a minute.

“Don’t I know you?” his voice was quiet but gruff.

You looked up at him through the bars “You look familiar too” You brushed your hair back out your face to try and get a better look.

All of a sudden he smiled “I didn’t recognise you without those nasty clothes on and Dwight dragging your ass around.”

Your face dropped “Holy shit! You were a prisoner too! You’re the one that escaped which caused them to accidentally leave my door unlocked and I escaped. Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. It’s Daryl by the way”

“(y/n)”

He nodded to you then walked out.

You rolled your empty bag up and took your jacket off. You put your head on your bag and put the jacket over you like a blanket.

After about 5 minutes you heard the door behind you. You sat up to see Daryl stood there with some stuff in his hands. He opened the cage door and walked to wards you. He placed a bowl of water down and a rag. He pulled out a bottle of water from under his arm and passed it to you.

“Thank you” You gulped half the water down.

He sat down in front of you and dipped the rag in the bowl. He leaned towards you and started to wipe some of the dirt off your face. You winced slightly when he brushed over a cut one of the saviours had given you. “I’m sorry” he whispered.

You looked up into his eyes and smiled “Its ok”

He continued to wipe the dirt from your face. When he had done he looked back and smiled a little. “That’s better. I’m gona convince Ezekiel to let you had a shower. You’ll feel better”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

He looked down at his hands “I know exactly how you feel.”

You placed your dirty hands on his “Well thank you. For everything” he nodded at you “Gotta ask one more thing…”

He looked up into your eyes for you continue. “I’m gona need you to hold onto my leg because my knee needs to be put back.”

He frowned at you “You sure?”

You grabbed hold of your jacket and put the sleeve in your mouth. “What you doing?”

You spat the sleeve out “I’m putting my knee back in place in a cage next to a sleeping tiger. I do not want to piss it off”

He laughed at you “Fair enough. You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah had to do it before. Family didn’t really have any money and you know how expensive it used to be to go to the hospital.”

“That I do”

You put the sleeve back in your mouth and pulled the knife out of the strap on your ankle and held it backwards. You pointed below your knee and above your knee for Daryl to hold. He squeezed it tight. You brought the handle end out and then slammed it hard against the side of your knee. It partially clicked back you wanted to scream but waking a sleeping tiger was not something you wanted to do. You spat the sleeve out and breathed heavily. “Now for the worst part. I need you to help me bend my knee.”

He nodded at you. You took a deep breath in “Right, 1… 2…3.” You both pulled your knee up harshly and it made the loudest cracking sound you’ve ever heard. You bit into your lip drawing blood slightly. A whimper left your closed mouth.

He let go of your leg and wiped away the stream of tears falling down your face. He looked up directly into your eyes and then slowly wiped the blood of your lip. The feeling of his rough finger sent a shiver down your whole body.

He coughed and leaned back looking down at the floor. “I’m sorry. When was the last time you ate?”

You tried to shake away your flustered cheeks “I had a cabin a few days back. Some nasty old tins kept me alive. But I did find a odd jar of peanut butter just on the side when I escaped my cell. Strange huh, no food but that”

A smirk appeared on his face “That was mine”

Your face dropped “I’m sorry what?”

“I left that there when I escaped”

“So we shared a spoon? I think that’s the closest I’ve been to a man since this all happened.” You joked pushing his arm playfully.

He shook his head “You need sleep. Get some rest. When you’re awake I’ll find you some food and something to sleep on. I ain’t gona see you get treated like a dog.”

“You really are my Knight in shining armour” You gave him a cheesy grin.

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To you sweetheart and everyone having a hard time right now—remember that it is only temporary. You will be okay. Just do what you can and no more for the time being, that’s all the universe expects. Yes and Taboo is coming. It’s going to be extraordinary and light up January and February like a midnight sky full of stars :) Sending love your way and really hope you are doing better and that today is a good day for you. 

It feels like people go out of your life overnight, but really it’s a process that takes time; the same way it takes time for them to come into your life and make themselves at home. The difference is that you are blindsided by all the love and good times. You try so hard to hold on to what there was, that you don’t see them slipping away. When they come in, you are aware of each and every step they take.When they leave, the blindfold sets tightly over your eyes and when it comes off, they’re gone; not overnight; but in time.
—  denmysterywoman // midnight thoughts // On Leaving
My Thoughts On Apritello

I like Apritello.

I don’t love it, I’m not a die-hard shipper, but I like it well enough to reblog cute fanart I see for it from time to time, or read fics that feature it if a good Donnie fic comes my way that has it as a plot element.

I’m happy for the shippers that the Ice Cream Kitty musical clip that’s been going around has the extra bit added onto it just for them (even if it is just a joke), and that it has made them so joyful, excited, and hopeful for what’s to come for their favorite pairing.

Even though I’m not terribly invested in the ship myself, I do hope that S5 does resolve the standstill their potential romance has been on since April kissed Donnie on the lips at the end of the Bigfoot episode in early S3.

I’d like to see that properly resolved at some point in S5.

Donnie went through his character arc in regards to his feelings for April. It started off as a harmless crush, he learned to stop over-thinking things and just be more natural with her (while slipping up from time to time, and learning lessons from that), he messed up and had to work his way back into her good graces, he got past his rivalry with Casey (which I still feel was often egged-on by Casey) and became genuinely friends with the other boy, realized that some of his awkward crush behavior may be making April uncomfortable, and apologized to April for that with the promise that he would back off. Coming full circle. Clearly still having feelings for her, but truly coming to terms with the possibility that she didn’t feel that way back, accepting it gracefully, and backing off once and for all.

The writers could have just left it at that, but they didn’t. They had her kiss him on the lips in response (looking sad that he was calling it quits, deliberately kissing him on the lips in response, calling him HER mutant, and then walking away with a pleased grin on her face), and then completely abandoned the plotline after that-leaving Donnie and the entire fandom scratching their heads, confused over what to make of her actions.

Are we to assume that they’ve been a couple off-screen since then?

How else are fans supposed to respond to her deliberately kissing him on the lips after he told her he was going to back off and call it quits?

She’s obviously not into Casey (I think she enjoyed his flirtations until he became a little possessive and disrespectful sleazeball about it-that ship sank when she told him off in the S3 premiere), and Casey moved on from her pretty fast IMO (he seems to have a thing for Karai now) so I honestly don’t see them being seriously revisited by the series conclusion (although, now that Casey has started treating April like a friend, and actually respecting her, instead of acting like she was some sexual conquest for him…I could maybe accept them as a couple now if the show writers decided to develop it in S5….as long as they don’t start having Casey act like a disrespectful slimy creep again).

So, yeah, even though I’m not a die-hard shipper, I do want to see the Apritello plot thread (which has been left open because of April’s actions when they could have wrapped it up smoothly with Donnie’s apology and graceful backing off) properly concluded once and for all. With the Ice Cream Kitty musical clip floating around, excluding the added on joke bonus makeout session, it seems like they may intend of giving fans a real ending to that storyline. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

I was reading something where a person was calling Rumple abusive and talking about how Hook wasn’t.

Uh, about that… .

Like a lot of people, I was baffled when Hook claimed to have spent so much time fighting his dark side. Going by the evidence, I’d say Hook had a standing invitation for his dark side to come over and party any time it wanted.

But, Hook’s an abuser. One thing about abusers is that, in their own mind, nothing they do is ever their fault. Someone made them angry. Someone pushed them too far. Hook is probably completely convinced in his own mind that he would never have done anything wrong if people would just stop putting him in positions where it was just SO HARD to be good.

Examples:

1. He was a “good” officer* until his brother died. He blamed the king**, and got revenge by deserting, turning pirate, and killing lots of people.

2. Hook was willing to help Bae up until Bae learned Killian had used him to get information to kill his father and was the man who had run off with his mother. After this, Hook gets mad and sells Bae to Pan.

3. Hook was willing to help Ursula if she helped him get his revenge. When Posiedon stopped that, he got back at him by stealing Ursula’s voice.

4. When Ursula made a deal to help Hook if he gave her her voice back, he wasn’t able to do it. SInce she wouldn’t help him, he tries to shoot her.

5. When Emma (who met him when he was hiding under the corpses of the last group of people to trust him) wouldn’t trust him but found a way to leave him behind without hurting him (after she’d saved him from the giant), he got even by leaving her, her mother, Mulan, and Aurora to die.

6. He pretended he was going to rescue Aurora then ripped her heart out and gave it to Cora. That might have been revenge against Emma, too, or it might have been just because.

7. When he found out his father was a decent father to his half-brother, Liam, he got angry and murdered him.

8. When a man made a comment about him having one hand, he got angry and murdered him.

9. When Belle wouldn’t help him murder Rumple, he got angry and would have murdered her if Regina hadn’t stopped him.

10. When Will interrupted his date, he beat him to a pulp and threatened to kill him if he told anyone.

11. When he found out Emma had saved his life by making him the Dark One, he got angry and tried to murder her entire family (and possibly unleash a Dark One Apocalypse on the world. That part’s not 100% clear).

Do you notice a pattern? People don’t do what Hook wants and Hook starts killing people to get even. Hook never accepts blame for this. It is his victims’ fault for upsetting him. At best, he admits he has a problem with his dark side–but, it’s still the fault of people like Emma who put him in a position where he’s mad and gives into his dark side.

The only other person (besides Emma) who seems to buy Hook’s fighting-his-dark-side story is his brother Liam. Liam is the enabler who makes excuses for Hook when, after Liam has apparently worked for years to get them a place on a navy ship, Hook blows it because he can’t stay sober or avoid gambling for one night. Pardon me if his character reference seems a bit lacking.

*He’s been busted down to lieutenant although he had previously been made a captain. He’s also shown as an alcoholic before and after this episode, which doesn’t stop him from lecturing his men about the evils of drink. But, maybe he actually was being a good officer (and not just pretending) before he decided to make a living robbing and murdering people.

**If the king knew deathshade could kill with a scratch, he’s a complete idiot for sending people to harvest it without warning them. Scratches would have been inevitable. Of course, the alternative is Pan lied to Hook, and how unthinkable is that?

anonymous asked:

psst, what's your sideblog called?? owo

Okay… consider this as your lucky time!!!!!! ‘Cause I know lots of you might be too shy to chat and ask me so here you go!

** Time’s up SOOORRRYYYYY;) ** Here’s the clue

“ b l f 1 9 same alphabet but you have to try😉😉😉 ”

Good luck

if you really can’t find it (but it’s pretty easy ((((I’m too lazy to come up with something too hard to guess anyway))))) you’ve got to ask me yourself😉 via CHAT please …. I have lots of unanswered messages in my ask box.

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My side blog is BOTTOM LANCE! a bit of nsfw and that’s my sh** and there’ll be lot of kink and I’m so shy about this but yeah… I’m into a lot of weird kink that you might not expect 😂

If you don’t like any of this… please leave me and my sideblog alone!

This quote, one of my favorite of all time, goes out to the Klaroline fandom. When they put us down, we persevered and look at where we are now!

I’m so proud to be a part of the loudest, passionate, loving fandom. You guys make me laugh and cry every day and I honestly wouldn’t be here without you.

The time has come for the show to end, and I just wanted to thank you all for being the best fandom around. I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight, but I feel good. We have fought long and hard for years, I want to thank you guys for talking this little writer in a few years ago and being so kind and lovely.

And hey! You never know, this could just be the beginning for us ;)

trauma is not a race; there is no finish line or running time. it’s okay that you are still dealing with a small interaction that happened years and years ago. it is okay if you can’t stop writing about it, even fifty poems later. it’s okay that you have bad days that seem to come around randomly. i know that there are people who sort of expect you to pack up your feelings and go; a calculated “acceptable” timeframe; you’re allowed to be sad for a certain amount of time or talk about it only at this many functions or relapse only a few times before you’re just a hopeless case.

but there is rarely a linear sense of “it was bad but i talked about it a few times and then i worked hard to get better and now i am good.” it is okay if your recovery mostly looks like a museum of false starts. it is okay even when other people invalidate your trauma with “it doesn’t sound that bad” “it was so long ago,” “you talk about this all the time.” 

it’s okay. you know how bad it was, no matter what it looks like to people on the outside. time doesn’t heal all wounds, sometimes it just gives you more skin than scars. you can talk about it until you feel like you’re okay again. there’s no time limit. you don’t have to be okay in a week, in six months, in a year. it doesn’t matter if it’s something “small.” you take your time. you get there when you get there, even if you fall. 

i believe in you, little bird. new wings don’t always heal right. sometimes your flying will be different. but you will get off the ground. just be patient.