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Friendly Reminder

that while you can make jokes about Feyre manipulating Lucien in ACOWAR by using his mating bond with Elain, that will not make him change. It will make him worse. His condition will get worse as the female he saw as a friend, manipulates him again and again. Just as Tamlin did to him.  

    B△STILLE SENTENCE MEME ( WILD WORLD EDITION )

        100 lyric starters taken from ‘wild world’ by bastille. change pronouns/sentence structure if necessary!


GOOD GRIEF.

❝ so, what would you little maniacs like to do first? ❞
❝ what’s gunna be left of the world when you’re not in it? ❞
❝ every minute and every hour i miss you more ❞
❝ if you want to be a party animal you have to learn to live in the jungle ❞
❝ stop worrying and go and get dressed ❞
❝ you might have to excuse me, i’ve lost control of all of my senses ❞

THE CURRENTS.

❝ think about the power of your words ❞
❝ oh my god, i can’t quite believe my ears ❞
❝ you’re making me feel nervous ❞
❝ i need to clear my head ❞
❝ how can you think you’re serious? ❞
❝ do you even know what year it is? ❞

AN ACT OF KINDNESS.

❝ kind of hoping this will turn me round ❞
❝ and now it follows me every day ❞
❝ it caught me by surprise ❞
❝ my back’s up against the wall ❞
❝ i feel guilty ❞

WARMTH.

❝ never good, just the bad and the ugly ❞
❝ nothing quite like seeing the world through the tv’s window ❞
❝ i can’t stop thinking about it ❞
❝ tell me, did you see the news tonight? ❞
❝ hold me in this wild, wild world ❞

GLORY.

❝ did you ever feel like they were ringing true? ❞
❝ not everything had gone to plan ❞
❝ we made the best of what we had, you know ❞
❝ all their words were glory ❞
❝ stop looking up for heaven ❞

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Advice For The Signs

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Aries - Admitting that you care about someone isn’t weakness.
Taurus - Everybody is not your friend.
Gemini - It’s cool to ignore social norms, but don’t make fun of people who DO abide by these social norms.
Cancer - Remember the things that you’re good at, even when it seems like your life is falling apart.
Leo - A few close friends are better than a huge group that doesn’t care about you.
Virgo - It’s okay to take a study break every once in a while.
Libra - Appreciate the people that have helped you in the past.
Scorpio - Stop leading people on and making them feel special when you’re just gonna leave them.
Sagittarius - You need to know when to tone down the sarcasm, sometimes it’s inappropriate and hurts people’s feelings.
Capricorn - You won’t ever be happy if you continue to compare yourself to others.
Aquarius - Don’t change yourself for your crush.
Pisces - You’re special whether the people around you recognize it or not.

sorry, i gonna have to come back to this moment because it was such a good moment

bakugou is an angry mess. anger’s a secondary emotion; it’s a defensive reaction to another emotion, e.g. you feel angry because you are hurt, you feel unsafe, etc. bakugou feels angry because he has guilt and self loathing in spades, and anger is the only way he knows how to process it. 

this panel could be seen as bakugou’s typical bakugou-ness – a la “i don’t need your help” / “i want to (have to) be perfect and i have to do that on my own, you absolute cannot and are not allowed to help me” – but this time it feels different. the context is different. this isn’t bakugou trying to achieve everything on his own; this is bakugou feeling like everything is his fault. 

getting kidnapped. all might’s fall. chaos descending on society. his friends nearly being expelled. if he had just been stronger, then none of this would have happened. bakugou’s always been a proud little shit who thought he was better than everyone else, and yet here is all the incontrovertible proof that he is a total failure. that kind of thinking so easily leads to self-hatred, and here bakugou has been marinating in it for days. 

and at that point, when you hate yourself that much – when all you can see in yourself are all the failings, all the bad things, all the ways in which you weren’t good enough and thus the scum of the earth – when you get to that point, someone genuinely caring about you feels like a slap to the face.

it feels like knocking all the breath out of you. it feels like adding salt to your wounds. bakugou isn’t just being frustrated with izuku here. he’s hurt. how can izuku ask if he’s okay? how can izuku still care? 

bakugou’s in such a terrible mental state that he can’t accept any help right now. at least, nothing but a way to vent his feelings and punish himself at the same time. 

i mean, just look at bakugou’s expression here, the way his snarl almost seems like a grin: izuku has just landed a good solid hit on his face, and he’s not even mad about it. he’s getting exactly what he wants. 

throughout the series bakugou has expressed himself almost exclusively through attacks (verbal or physical) or by destroying things. it may be the only way he really knows how to give voice to his emotions. izuku shows talent and power during the quirk apprehension test? attack. todoroki doesn’t fight him full power? attack. bakugou is a failure? … 

attack himself – or find someone who will do it for him. 

i’ve always thought he had something of a self-destructive streak, and here it fucking is. 

anonymous asked:

lance with what seems like a small cold but then all of a sudden he can't stop coughing and vomiting occurs if you like and there is awkward keith caretaking

“i love your voltron fics so much !! could you write a sickfic for either keith or lance ? and the other is confused as to why whoever’s ill is not responding to their taunts/insults/challenges as usual. (i know you already have something similar up on ao3, but it’s such a good scenario that i’d love to see more.)”

thanks so much! i combined these two prompts together into one minific. i hope it’s to your liking!

[send me a prompt!]

Typically, Keith’s feelings are not too easily hurt. But this is just downright weird.

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Daveed Diggs x Reader: What’d I miss?

a/n: I’m currently working on a super loooong Daveed fic and I needed a small break so I decided to write this and make it shorter. Maybe. I don’t like ending fics.

Summary: You’re in New York and Daveed is on a month visit in Oakland. And you miss him. A lot. (happy ending I promise)

Tw: angst(ends happy), long distance, smut references, depression, loneliness, anxiety

Words: 1779

Pages: 4.5


“What’s wrong y/n?” Your friend asks watching you flop around on the couch. You moan lazily and stretch out your arms.

“I miss him so much,” You whine, wanting Daveed to be right next to you holding your hand. “How am I supposed to go through two more weeks of this?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you call him?” F/n asks.

“He’s probably sleeping right now but we always talk at least once when he wakes up,” You explain, looking at the clock and seeing it’s almost noon.

“What’s the time difference?”

“He’s about 3 hours behind us so hopefully he’s up soon,” You sigh.

“Well I’ve got stuff to do today and I don’t have time to see you mope around. You wanna come with me or not?” F/n questions, standing up to leave.

“Nah, I’m good, I’ll just stay here.”

This had been the case a lot since Daveed went back to Oakland. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be coming back to New York but it was always hard for you to be away from him. It was very easy for you to get lonely though. The only thing you seemed to care about since he left were your phone calls and video chats. You would never let him know how you were feeling though becuase you wanted him to enjoy his time and not worry about you. He already knew your past and how easily you could fall into depression so you were always careful not to sound too distressed when talking with him, but you weren’t sure if you could help it this time.


“Hey Daveed,” You sigh happily, your smile evident even through the phone.

“Oh god y/n, how’s my baby girl?”

“I’m okay, I just miss you so much,” You tell him, longing to feel his body against yours. “But don’t worry about me. How are you?”

“I don’t know. All I can think about is how much I just want to feel you again.” He pauses for a brief moment before continuing. “Last night I woke up and was cold so I rolled over to wrap my arms around you, but you weren’t there. It’s always weird not waking up next to you but last night I just got really homesick.” You can hear the pain in his voice as he recalls the event.

“But you are home,” You choke out, his story being something you had experienced many times before.

“I would be if you were here.”

The line is quiet as you both stop talking momentarily. You never thought that Daveed would be struggling with this as much as you, but maybe he was. That just hurt you more. You try and stop thinking about it but it’s just too hard and you feel tears coming.

“Y/n, are you okay? You’re really quiet,” He asks, concerned. He hears sniffling and begins worrying.

“U-um, yeah, I’m okay,” You lie.

“Skype. Now.” He demands before he disconnects the call. You get incredibly anxious knowing that he would question why you were so upset, which only leads to more tears streaming down your face. Daveed’s name comes across your phone and you have no choice but to pick it up. He has a worried look on his face the moment you see him.

“Oh no baby, please talk to me,” He pleads, hating the state you’re in.

“I’m being overdramatic, I’m so sorry,” You respond, trying to clear away the water pooling in your eyes.

“Y/n, have you been taking your meds?” He questions, furrowing his eyebrows. This comment really hurt you, as you had been. It made you feel like there was something wrong with you beyond fixing. “Oh god, you stopped didn’t you? Why would you do this to yourself y/n?” He asks, shaking his head. “It hurts me too, not just you.”

You lose it at this point, letting the phone slip from your hands as you rest your head on your knees and bawl. You know he means well but it’s just not what you needed to hear. You remind yourself that nothing he could say would possibly make you feel better. The only thing that would ever help would be him by your side. You can hear the muffled sound of Daveed’s voice coming from the device below you and you know it would be wise to explain yourself.

You bend over and pick up your phone, hands shaking as you do so. Daveed is rambling on loudly and you can see he’s on the verge of tears.

“D.”

He focuses on you.

“I’m still taking my meds,” You sternly tell him although your voice doesn’t carry the confidence that you wish it did.

“I-I know, I’m just so in love with you and I can’t take it that you feel like this and I can’t fix it,” He admits, regretting being so blunt with you moments earlier.

“I love you too but you can’t fix me Daveed. Even if you being here helps, you can’t stop my brain from making me feel so worthless,” You confess to him, hoping he understands. 

“But I sure can try, can’t I?”

“Yes baby, you can,” you tell him, starting to wipe away the tears and letting a small smile drift through your previous break down.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile,” He tells you, pulling his blanket off his chest.

“Mmhmm,” You respond staring at his now very visible and muscular body.

“Y/n, I know you’re totally concentrating on my eyes right now, yeah?” He asks, laughing at your expressions.

“Aw, c’mon D, it’s not my fault you’re such a fucking tease,” You shrug, feeling no shame.

“Tease? All I’m doing is sitting here. If anyone’s a tease, It’s you,” he accuses, reaching over to the stand beside his bed and putting on his glasses.

“What? how?? I’m just sitting here being a plain mess,” You laugh, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“Exactly. I love that,” He smiles again, enjoying the rolling of your eyes and blushing of your cheeks. He has always loved sliding little compliments into your conversations to see how flustered he can get you.

“Wait,” You pause. “Did you just call me a mess?” You ask, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Yeah, but you’re my little mess I wouldn’t want it any other way.”


Two weeks later.

Daveed walks into your shared apartment in the middle of the night. He wasn’t expecting to get home so late but there was a small delay at the airport. At least this way he could surprise you when you woke up. He had made sure to stop and pick up some flowers for you along with the countless other things he had gotten for you from Oakland.

He sets the flowers into a vase with water and kicks off his shoes. As much as he loves Cali, he missed not only you but this familiarity in general. He walks down the hall and into your room to see you sound asleep and curled up. The sight of you almost brings tears of joy to his eyes and his smile is as wide as it can get. He strips off his Oakland shirt and Jeans and crawls into bed next to you. You don’t stir and he pulls you directly to him. That moment he makes a promise to himself and decides he will never leave you again.

“I love you so fucking much y/n. God damn, I missed my baby girl. I don’t know how I went without you for so long,” He whispers into your neck, intertwining his fingers with yours. As much as he wants to savor the feeling of you against him he knows if he wants to enjoy his time with you awake tomorrow he will need some sleep.

It isn’t hard for his breathing to slow and deepen until eventually his arms become slack around your frame. He already knows he well sleep well and not wake up cold again.


The next morning.

You see the sun coming in from the outside world as you squint your eyes open. You go to roll over to check your phone but something’s stopping you. 

“DAVEED OH MY GOD YOU’RE HOME!” You scream, waking him up from a deep sleep. He looks scared momentarily until he realizes that it’s you. He doesn’t speak as grabs you and pulls you into a huge hug. You let tears of joy flow freely onto his chest as you wrap your arms around him. You both stay like this for several minutes just holding each other. He leans down and attaches his lips to yours for a long, wanting kiss. You both part and continue in your previous embrace.

“We should go do something,” Daveed whispers first, tracing circles on your back. “I know you haven’t done much since I’ve left.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” You tell him, starting to pull away.

“Then we should get ready, Yeah?”

“Yeah, we should,” you conclude, getting up to put on some clothes.

“And y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. A lot,” he tells you, a satisfied look in his eyes.

“I love you too but Daveed, I have something to tell you,” You say nervously. “I uh, I-I was having such a hard time with you being gone becuase right before you left I-,” You stop talking, trying to figure out how to say this right. He gets up and walks over to you and grabs your hands. 

“What is it baby?” He prods, hoping you wouldn’t say that you didn’t want him anymore.

“I’m not the only baby you’re going to have,” You say quietly, immediately looking into his eyes for a reaction.

“Y-you mean you’re pregnant?” He confirms, not expecting to come home to this. “Oh my god, what did I miss??” He asks, beginning to smile brightly. You see his positive reaction and relief floods through you.

“A lot D, you missed a lot,” You tell him smiling while he embraces you.

“I have an urge to sing ‘That Would be Enough’ right now,” Daveed whispers to you, giving you one last squeeze as you chuckle at his cute comment. He moves his hands to your stomach although there is no noticeable bump yet.

“I can’t belive my baby girl is in there,” He spurts out, eyes lighting up.

“Nah, it’s a boy,” You tell him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He playfully glares at you as he lifts your head with his hand.

“Whatever it is, I’ll love them,” He smiles, closing his eyes and kissing your lips lightly.


a/n: Wow okay, I wasn’t expecting it to go there but it did holy shit. If you want a part two just send me an ask and I’ll gladly oblige becuase I really liked writing this one. I have like 3 more that are almost done but I do take requests for cast and characters. Thanks for reading!!

askcaitlinthehedgehog  asked:

I'm sorry if your not doing these at the moment but can you please do B1 with Mooching Hobo

this level of cuteness should be illegal



Hobo belongs to @loverofpiggies

anonymous asked:

so i,, actually have a therapist. and, we talk about furries a lot. she says if it makes me happy to be part of it and draw and make costumes, theres nothing wrong. she even did her own research about them. i honestly never understand ppl who are like "if youre a furry you need help" therapists etc are there to make you feel better. they wont make you stop doing something that makes you feel better if its harmless like?????

people who act like furries are degenerate or whatever for drawing animals are pretty much just boring ass people with no sense of humor. like I haven’t met a single person like that who didn’t run a normie ass blog

not even those people who actually don’t really like furry stuff but are willing to joke about it are this fucking boring

“Dear Sana, this speech is for you. And you’ll get it today, and because you’ve invited us here, today, we will knock over some american presidents tomorrow.  We live in a chaotic world, where it’s difficult to comprehend the rules. Why are some poor, and others rich? Why do some have to flee their counties, while others are safe? Why do some people get spit on, on the street? And why is it, that even though you try to do something good, it will still be greeted with hate sometimes? It’s not strange that people give up. That we stop believing in the good. But thank you for not giving up, Sana. Because even though it sometimes feel like it, no humans stand alone. Each and every one of us is an important part of the huge chaos. And what you do today, will affect tomorrow. It can sometimes be difficult to see how it affects and usually you can’t see how it all fits together. But the effect of your actions are always there. Somewhere in the chaos. In a hundred years, we may have machines that can calculate the effect of every action taken but, until then, we can trust this: fear spreads but… Fortunately, love does too.”

And just like that, it is over. And even though it hurts a little (I honestly feel like I’m saying goodbye to a good old friend and can’t stop crying), I’m smiling and I just wanted to say in return: takk for alt. Takk for being a show “about teenagers, for teenagers” and yet, simply, SO >MUCH< MORE. For exploring and teaching so much about so many important themes. Diversity, prejudice, religion, faith, respect, sexuality, friendship, feminism, mental illness, self love, eating disorders, racism, homophobia, toxic/healthy relationships… And, overwhelmingly, so much about love. I just. I actually can’t believe how good you were, Skam (even though I dissed you when I first heard about you). With your final clip, I can only think that that’s the kind of content we need in media. That’s the type of show I could go on watching for seasons and seasons and seasons. But, unfortunately, everything comes to an end. Even though I hate you a little bit, right now, for ending the show so soon, I’d like to say: thank you, Julie Andem. Thank you for being a woman challenging so many obstacles and making your way through prejudices through your work and through your art. I know it mustn’t have been easy being the creator, screenwriter, director and showrunner of this show, all at the same time. But you did it. You did it beautifully, daring, kicking and loving. You did it so well. You’re badass. And amazing. Your voice, your stories and your truth spoke volumes. Inspired, changed and freed so many of us. Helped us to love and accept ourselves, just the way that we are. Made us feel loved. Respected. Hopeful. The last words you left us couldn’t have been better ones: "Fear spreads but… But, fortunately, so does love.” You did spread a lot of love, and you will be missed. Hopefully we’ll continue to spread your love around. Alt er love. ❤️ #ThankYouSkam 

i was so happy with you

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in which Beverly can’t sleep and Harry, well, he comes to her rescue.

It’s nearly 2 in the morning and I can’t sleep.

Over an hour ago I was so sure that I was going to fall asleep as soon as I got in bed, but apparently I’m wrong. I’m wide-awake now even though I’m exhausted. I keep tossing and turning, thinking that it’ll help me. It turns out that it only makes me feel restless and now I’ve come to a conclusion that I may have to come to work with dark circles under my eyes.

I let out a sigh and push the blanket away from covering my entire body. Reaching for my mobile phone that I have put on the nightstand, I unlock it and open my messages. I ignore the unread ones as I continue scrolling until I reach the one name I’ve been searching for: Harry.

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*slams fists on table* GIVE ME TOUCH-STARVED AKUTAGAWA

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My old bestfriend isnt my bestfriend anymore and I want her to be but idk what to say to her. Like I try to talk to her everyday but I have nothing to say like my life isnt that interesting and she doesnt talk much about hers and idk! How do i reach to her?