have a wonderful day and stuff you know


Happy Minnie Day!! | Brighter than the Sun~

Do you know why I love lots of threads with the same person? Because if on a particular day I have no idea how to answer a thread, having multiple threads allow me to keep playing with a wonderful person no matter how my brain is an idiot. So yes, no matter how much threads we have together, just keep on sending stuff if you want. You’re never bothering me.

mp100 fluff bomb prompts

as I’m sure many of you know, there’s some Nasty stuff cropping up on the mp100 ao3 right now, but @reitziluz has made a wonderful call-to-arms post for fic writers to combat the badfic with loads of fluff fic! if you’re like me and want to participate but have no idea where to start, I’ve come up with a list of 30 prompts to use. you can use it as a 30 day challenge, or just pick the ones you like and write something for it. have fun, guys~

  1. aura 
  2. telepathy 
  3. exorcise 
  4. exercise 
  5. hair 
  6. 100% and ???% 
  7. fight 
  8. lemon sour 
  9. smoke 
  10. cellphone 
  11. awakening 
  12. disguise 
  13. curse/cursed object 
  14. ramen 
  15. possession 
  16. umbrella 
  17. barrier 
  18. scars 
  19. hands 
  20. green tea 
  21. massage 
  22. spirits 
  23. haunted 
  24. change 
  25. accident 
  26. day off 
  27. growing up 
  28. calm down 
  29. mentor 
  30. habits
the historicity of queerness in black sails, pt. 1

Hello, Tumblr! Let’s talk about pirates, queer stuff, and historical accuracy

There’s been renewed talk in certain spaces this week about queer narratives in historical drama. This has been spurred almost entirely by the series finale of Black Sails, which made the (distressingly) controversial decision to end its four-year run by giving its queer protagonists a largely happy ending.

If any show currently airing was going to take such a leap, it was always going to be Black Sails, which from the outset possessed a keen interest in exploring queer narratives. This was seen–correctly–as being something almost unheard of among historical dramas: a genre whose queer characters, if any, are relegated to the status of minor character or tragic subplot. But why is this, and why did Black Sails provoke some ire for heading in the opposite direction? There is an easy answer; an assumption lurking in the undertow of many an irate Facebook or Reddit comment: queer people in the 18th century didn’t get happy endings, did they?

This is part of a bigger question: There were no gay people then, right? In other words, characters can’t be openly gay in the show, because they killed men for that, didn’t they, and isn’t this supposed to be a ‘historical’ drama? So: how accurate is the queerness in Black Sails? Let’s take a look at some history.

Trigger warning for discussions of period-typical homophobia and a brief mention of rape. 

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Challenge Fifty Six

So today’s challenge is to create a safety plan or a self care plan.

So a self care plan would be something like this:
When I am feeling depressed/anxious/ other emotion that is hard to deal with, I will…
-Listen to soothing music
-Lay in bed and cuddle with my dog
-Talk to my best friend

A self care plan is aimed towards people who are suicidal or have been suicidal in the past. I haven’t ever had many suicidal thoughts, so my example might not be at all accurate to what you have experienced.

Part 1: Warning signs that a crisis might be developing (thoughts, moods, behaviors, images, situations)
-Thinking about suicide
-Planning ways to commit suicide
-High levels of depression
-Talking to others who are suicidal
-Self harming

Part 2: Internal coping strategies– things I can do to take my mind off my problems without having to contact another person (relaxation technique, physical activity).
-These would be things yoy could do for self care
-Listening to music
-Taking a bath
-Working out

Part 3: People and social settings that provide distractions
-Best friend (phone #)
-Parent (#)
-Other friends (#’s)
-Coffee shop

Part 4: People I can ask for help.
-School counselor
-Religious leader

Part 5: Professionals and agencies I can ask for help
-Primary care doctor
-Therapist or psychiatrist
-National suicide hotline (US): 1-800-273-8255
-911 if you are actively worried you will commit suicide

Part 6: Making the environment safe
-Lock up firearms
-Lock up prescription drugs
-Move knives/ other danger items for you into a shared space
-If possible, ask people you share the space with to keep an eye out for you.

Again, I haven’t experienced suicidal thoughts, so my examples likely won’t line up with yours.

This should link you to the source I used; it is a pdf. I copied the parts/steps directly, and added my examples.

I know this isn’t my standard thing. I try to keep from doing too much mental health stuff, because I know not everyone is here for that. I, however, think mental health is extremely important and I will talk about it aaaalllllll day long.
One thing: If you are currently in therapy and are feeling suicidal, you may want to bring up a safety plan with your therapist before just doing it on your own.
I hope you all have a WONDERFUL day. If anyone wants to share one of there plans, you can submit it! Also, if you want to message it to me I can look, at it privately if you want to do that.
Have a wonderful day, lovelies!!

anonymous asked:

Hi Vika, hope you're having a great day ! Hum, it may seem weird but i was wondering if they are / were things you don't like about Sasha that you were aware of before dating him ? i don't mean to know which ones if it's the case, but, do you like everything about him or are there some stuffs (he likes for example) you were unconfortable with but still didn't let them get in the way of you being together ? i'm not sure i'm making sense. just the perks of being a love neophyte ha

ah, I’m not sure how to respond to this?

In general, I don’t go for things that make me uncomfortable, you know. I kind of feel uncomfortable=red flag, and I don’t go through those.

But if you mean in a way of different tastes, then sure? All people are different, so there are things Sasha likes that I don’t. Even our music taste is somewhat different, but that’s okay because we don’t have to be the same. Still though, once again, I don’t think there’s something that makes or made me uncomfortable.

As an example, there’s this hey! my parnter loves dogs more, but I am a cat person, I don’t understand, but I accept and it’s completely their right to feel this way. But once it’s hey! my parnter loves torturing dogs and I hate it but I will go for this relationship because they are hot, then it’s UNCOMFORTABLE.

Also i’m pretty sure in my case it’s not a like but love, so:”D

Gabriel’s Secret

gif is not mine

Title: Gabriel’s Secret

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 577

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by an anon: Hello! So I had an idea with Lucifer or Gabriel. An imagine of them in a Victoria secret with or without the reader (buying stuff for the reader

Gabriel watched you as you got ready for the day.  You weren’t going on a case, but you were going to be out for a few hours getting things that the bunker needed.  Someone had to buy the toilet paper and toothpaste around here.  You didn’t mind doing the shopping, you found it refreshing.  It gave you a sense of normalcy.

You grabbed your purse and the keys to a car in the garage.  You glanced up, noticing the mysterious look Gabriel was giving you.  “Something wrong Gabe,” you wondered, lacing up your shoes.

“I just wanted you to know that I’ll be back later.  I have some angel stuff to do,” Gabriel lied.  He padded up to you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.  “Be safe [Y/N].”

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Just ADHD Things
  • Re-reading a page twenty times in a row and still not retaining any information at all
  • Looking at a calendar and yelling “FUCK” 
  • Responding with laughter when someone asks you how your day was yesterday bc you literally dont remember 
  • Getting REALLY passionate about stuff and continuing to think about it well after the conversation has ended 
  • Having 30 minutes worth of homework but block out time for an entire day bc you know you’ll get distracted and it’ll end up taking that long
  • Getting lost in your hometown
  • Skipping the tutorials bc you wont be able to retain an information and then wondering why you don’t know how the game works
  • Wishing you had horse blinders so you could finally do your fucking homework
  • Being lowkey paralyzed when you have to decide what chore to do first
  • Trying to self medicate with caffeine in an attempt to help focus and just ending up jittery and panicked in addition to unfocused
  • :~) when :~) someone :~) makes :~) an :~) ADHD :~) joke
Just a Friend (Enoch x reader) [requested]

Anonymous said: Do you still take requests? If you do could you write an Enoch imagine where they’re sexually active in private but in public they do a lot of couple things like teens in high school where they like to make out a lot, hold each other in a touchy feely kinda way and it makes all the peculiars annoyed and/or disgusted (+cute awkward new guy Jake tries to befriend them)

Sounds fun! Let’s do it!

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Comfort- A Riverdale Imagine

A/N:  sorry i haven’t posted in so long! i have a lot going on with school right now and stuff like that, but i promise i haven’t forgotten about you guys ❤️ and thanks for 300 followers!!

Requested by: anonymous
“Ah yay! I absolutely love Reggie so I was wondering if you could write an extra fluffy Reggie imagine? Something like the reader goes to see him after having a bad day and he doesn’t really know what to do but then he just puts his "manliness” behind him and comforts her?“

Warnings: just a girl who had a crappy day

Word Count: 723


To say the day had been miserable would be an understatement. I woke up late, had to skip breakfast, had a pop quiz first period, was forced to run the mile in gym class, my phone died halfway through the day, and then I had to walk home in the rain. So yes, "miserable” is an understatement.

I was walking to my boyfriend Reggie’s house- with an umbrella, this time- when a car drove by me a little too fast, completely soaking my jeans with the dirty rain water that splashed my way. I gasped in shock and stopped walking, my jeans immediately beginning to stick to my legs. I had to fight back tears as I trudged the rest of the way to Reggie’s house, walking up the steps and right inside when I finally got there, not even bothering to knock.

Reggie immediately springs off the couch, appropriately surprised that someone had just barged in. But when he sees that it’s me, wet, cold and on the verge of tears, his expression softens.

“Hey, baby,” he says. “Are you okay?”

The only response that comes out of me is a muffled sob. I’m tired, cold and I just want this day to end. He looks nervous, but crosses over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Hey,” he whispers. “What’s wrong?”

I don’t look up to meet his eyes, embarrassed to be crying in front of him. I can tell that he doesn’t really know what to do; sympathy isn’t really his specialty. But instead of asking me anymore questions, he brings me in for a hug, squeezing me tight and letting me know he’s here. That’s when I finally break.

I cry until I have no more tears, my eyes red and puffy. When I pull my head away from his chest, I can’t help but laugh a little. “You have a big wet spot on your shirt where I was crying,” I tell him sheepishly.

He places his hand on my cheek, and says “I don’t mind. As long as you’re alright.”

I sigh. “Better now,” I tell him.

He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “That’s good. Because I hate seeing you so upset like that,” he tells me, and I can hear the sincerity in his voice. “Now, why don’t you come upstairs with me and I’ll grab you some dry clothes, yeah?”

I smile and nod, taking his hand as he leads me up the stairs and to the bathroom. I peel off my wet clothing and hang it over the shower rod to dry. A few minutes later, Reggie knocks on the door, opening it just enough to slide his hand through to pass me the clothes. I laugh at the gesture. Though many people see the tough side of Reggie that he wants them to see, most people would never guess what a gentleman he actually is.

I put on the new clothes- a pair of Reggie’s sweatpants (that I have to tie at the waist) and a sweatshirt that is much too big for me, but is perfect nonetheless. It smells like him, and I decide that he’s probably not going to get this back.

I walk back downstairs to find him sitting on the couch waiting for me. “Hey,” he greets with a smile. “I’m guessing the clothes work?”

“Perfectly,” I sigh, sitting down next to him and leaning my head on his shoulder. My eyes flutter closed instantly, and he wraps a protective arm around my shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” I say with a smile, before drifting off the sleep next to the only person I want to be with.


I was having kind of a crummy day until I opened my PO Box and found a curious package in it. I admit I didn’t realize who it was from at first so I opened it then and there and STUFF JUST KEPT SPILLING OUT OF IT like it was Christmas, and I almost cried in the middle of the post office.
@nesy-art I can’t thank you enough for all the wonderful art. Holy shit! Those prints are definitely going on our wall! And Buttons and Meg!!!! ! ! ! You’re truly an inspiration, and one of my favorite artists.

Please go follow her if you haven’t yet!

Rant Warning

tfw someone says “she’s getting married!” and the other person says “i thought she was gay” and the first person responds, “no she’s getting married to a woman!”

What’s that you hear- the sound of my heart breaking in two because the other person assumed that marriage equates not being gay? That for them, the idea of marriage happening for two women is not the first thing they thought of, because of course we don’t get happy endings or marriage?  Nah, I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.

I’m not fine. This is the first time I’ve ever heard of two women getting married- this is the first time I’ve had hope that it could work out for me. But no. You turn this into a little guessing game- you shout “I called it!” As if you actually had a clue. This is gossip to you. Never mind that even talking about it could put the couple in danger. You called the conversation a “wild ride,” when there was nothing remotely weird about it.

I just want to be normal. I just want to be normal. I just want to be normal.

Why do you talk like this? You laugh when people seem scandalized when they learn that there are gay people at school. And I just sit there, wondering how these people would treat me if they knew I was one of them.

I hate it when cis het girls complain that their parents think they’re gay because they have a certain haircut or wear certain clothes- because at the end of the day, you can take that stuff off (or better yet, learn that no one cares- not your friends, your parents, NO ONE, because they all anticipate you marrying a man one day).

I can’t change. I can’t hide forever. You know NOTHING about the burden you claim to carry. This is all just a game to you, and you can put the controller down at any moment. But this game is my reality.

I am not your lunchtime gossip. I am not the latest scandal. I am a human being- and I refuse to play a part in your game.

Norman Reedus - Makeup Tag

You are a YouTuber and you’re dating Norman Reedus. Fans love it whenever Norman appears in your videos and have been begging you to do a makeup tag video for a while. One day, you finally cave and decide to do the video. It’s fair to say that it’s quite fun.

Pairing: Norman x Reader

Requested by Anon

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shaetane  asked:

Hi! I noticed that in jack's last subnautica video when he went to the lava zone you gradually(and subtly) zoomed in the screen (well it seems like it, the pressure meter was half hidden at some point) so I just wondered why'd you do that?^^ Pure curiosity :) Have a nice day!

Well, if you look at the “Early Access” text, the compass, and the item slots, you’ll see that they’re all still in place. The depth-meter thing was something even Jack saw, in the game. I assume there was a bug (IN SUBNAUTICA!? I KNOW RIGHT!) where the HUD element of the depth just gradually got a larger and larger Y-value. For some reason.

Text and stuff, on the screen in games, is usually a 2D layer that’s just kinda “stuck to the camera” while the rest of the world is rendered in 3D, so different rules apply. There was a crash in between cuts (the original recording was hours long) and after that, it kinda bugged out :P

castiel-left-his-mark-on-me  asked:

Hi there! I hope you're having a wonderful day. So, someone recommended my fic "Twenty Miles Out" to you a little while ago, and I was just wondering if you have had a chance to read it yet? It'd just be awesome to know what you think. I've loved your art for a long time, so... yeah. I fangirld a bit when I saw that you might be reading my stuff. Anyway. I ❤ you.

i haven’T YET ;AAA;; MY ASS HAS BEEN BUSY I HAVen’T haD the TIME AAA it’s sitting in my rec list and temPTING ME

HOHO i only just realised I did read some of your other stuff before!! I think the most recent one was High Rise / Hard Fall :DD



anonymous asked:

Hello, Aga from Poland. :D I really love your fics. If you have time I have a prompt: It’s Derek birthday after he leaves town and Stiles drunk dialing. Bonus if Sheriff walks in and take his phone and wishes Derek happy birthday.

Oh, thank you!! <3

Since the fandom’s pretty much agreed that Derek’s birthday is on Christmas, I decided to use that here. Hope you enjoy!!

He’s had entirely too much eggnog to be left alone with his phone. His dad should know that. His friends should definitely know that.

But Scott’s busy, caught up in some kind of mating dance with Allison that involves hanging out awkwardly in doorways under the mistletoe and sending her sad eyes, and Lydia’s keeping Allison company at the other side of the room while she sends covert, longing glances back. His dad’s laughing with Melissa with that love-struck sort of look that’s been building up in his eyes for years long now, and probably hadn’t even noticed Stiles swiping the bottle, adding way too much rum after he’d ducked back into the kitchen with it. It’s a holiday, after all, and he’s allowed to have a drink to celebrate.

His dad just didn’t specify how much drink the drink was allowed to have.

So when Stiles ends up in his bedroom, staring at his phone, it’s everyone’s fault, really, and no one’s. Honestly it feels kind of inevitable. Him lying in his room, on the outskirts of the mating dances, scrolling idly through his contact list until he pauses on a familiar number. He has it memorized even though he probably shouldn’t, but this might not be the first time he’s opened up his contact list to stare at it these past few weeks. To look at the name typed out over the digits, to wonder at the way so few letters can leave his chest writhing with so many unresolved feelings.

He lifts his thumb, brushes across the short word fondly, and jumps as the phone registers an attempt to call and starts dialing.

Stiles seriously shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. He’s a clumsy, melancholy drunk, and it’s about time he accepts it.

The phone continues to ring while he stares, transfixed, at the tiny image of a phone blinking on his screen. Connecting… connecting…

It’s the phone’s fault, he decides. That stupid, sensitive touch screen, stirring up trouble by calling people it has no business in calling, just because Stiles had been maybe brushing his thumb across that name, thinking about hearing that stupid grumpy voice. And so maybe he’d been imagining the smooth screen was a rough, stubble-covered jaw, been half lost in imagining what it might feel like under his fingers… but that’s no reason for his phone to go ahead and call him.

And Derek’s surprised too, it seems like, because while Stiles is busy scowling at the stupid device, he answers, and there’s a startled lilt in his voice when he says Stiles’ name.

Stiles should probably just say he’d dialed the wrong number, or shoot out a quick, cheerful “Merry Christmas” and let that be that.

“You’re not here,” is what slips out instead, his hands clenching a little, his lips twisting into a pout that probably carries into his tone.

There’s a short silence from Derek’s end, and then an amused huff of air.

“Are you just noticing that?”

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Dionysus (m)

Originally posted by jeonmp3

words: 6,745

request: Teasing Jimin to the brink and dom!Y/N.

genre: smut, fluff, and some sort of sugar daddy thing.

summary: Park Jimin’s a god amongst men but you’re certain even gods can bow down.

a/n: I wrote a Tae smut called Icarus like 5 years ago and then was suddenly hit with inspiration to make Greek mythology inspired fics for the rest of the boys. So, you can say it’s kind of a thing now. P.S. here’s dat Jimin smut I kept promising @sleevelessparkjimin @helloblamebts @jiminniejuseyo

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Chapter IV | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Instagrams are here.

Word Count - 4500…ish

“What part of ‘I have nothing to say to you’, do you not understand?” She asked as she stopped abruptly and turned back around to face him.

“No, see I get it, Eden,” he took a step onto the stairs to become taller than her again. “But you’ve got to let me explain to you-…”

“You made it perfectly clear how you felt. Have a great fucking new year, Harry. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to come back down in half an hour to get my food in peace. Goodnight.”

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anonymous asked:

#88! Mulder & Scully!

88. MSR; Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?

Dana Scully rushes across the hall, opening the unlocked door to Fox Mulder’s motel room. The local detective they had been working closely with for the past week and a half had called, informing Scully that there had been another murder. She had grabbed her heels and hurried across the hall to update him. Her voice rang out as she swung the door open, head down while she leaned forward to slide her other shoe onto her stockinged left foot. “Mulder, Detective Hargis just called and there’s been ano–” she stops, mid sentence, frozen in place while she watches him zipping up his pants as he’s sprawled across the unmade bed in front of her. His shirt is strewn across the floor, his face is flushed, and his pants are holding in more than they had been designed to.

Normally she would back out with a red face and an apology for invading his privacy. Today was not a normal day. She had been stuck in a shitty motel in a shitty town in the shitty state of Alabama for the past ten days. She had autopsied four dead teenagers and was about to stay up all night on the fifth. Dana Scully was in no mood for his fucking around today.

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