hey there little fighter

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The Baudelaire Children + 3 6 little quotes;

‘Some were born to be lucky, some were born to be fighters’

‘SUSPECT your elders’

‘Now is our time’

‘You think that you know my heart / And you probably do / So I’m always with you’

‘Beware of the kids’

‘Hey little fighter, things will get brighter.’

Hey Little Fighter, Soon It Will Be Brighter

Request: can you do one where you go to the hospital and the guys think youve been ignoring them and are mad at them because they dont know about your problems and so you finaly have to confess that you tried to kill yourself and they are just a big support system to you after that and yeah just really sappy

a/n: first things first, im honestly very pleased with the outcome of this imagine. Unfortunately, having little to no computer access makes it hard for me to do certain things. As youre reading youll notice things such as mistakes that i havent seen cause sometimes theyre hard to spot on my phone. Youll also notice that the spacing of some things, like the paragraphs for example, are really weird. I can edit this completely as soon as i can get on a computer. Sorry it took so long but i hope you guys like it. Its also slightly different from the request but not by much, and its really long cause i got carried away with this one haha. Anyways, let me know what you guys think! -A x)


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phenyxsnest  asked:

TAU prompt - since it's a thing now, can we have something with Dipper and dresses?

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

Three voices giggled and tittered at him.

“Noooooo Uncle Dipper! We don’t got your dress ready yet!” Acacia cried.

“It’s going to match mine,” Hank added. “You’ll like it, it’s swishy and-“

“Hank! Don’t ruin the surprise!” Willow scolded.

A thought occurred to him as three sets of small sticky hands wrapped cloth around him, stuck him gently but not gently enough with pins, and pulled things on over his head.

“Stars, does Mom know that the three of you are using stuff from her craft room.”

There was a silence that went on a little too long, and then Acacia said, uncertainty in her voice, “Yeees?”

Dipper shrugged. “Good enough for me.” He felt a hand take up his larger one in it, and acrid smelling liquid begin to be applied to his claws.

“Makeup too?”

“Uh-huh,” Hank said, as he put the brush onto another nail.

Twenty minutes later the ministrations had stopped.

Even though his own eyes were closed, he could feel the weighing glances of three second graders looking him up and down.


“You can open your eyes now, I guess,” Acacia said.

“Yeah, we wanna have the tea party now we’re hungry,” Hank added.

Dipper opened his eyes, and Willow immediately ran over to start pulling him to the little table they had set up in the middle of the room.

“Hey now, let me get a look first Little Fighter!” Dipper said laughingly.

Hank ran over and between him and Willow, they triplethandled Dipper over to the mirror that Mabel kept propped up in one corner of the room.

Dipper stared at his reflection.

The kids had somehow managed to wrap him in five separate bolts of fabric, patterns and colors clashing like mad. This wasn’t even including the tulle and tinsel they had dug out and draped over him like a Christmas tree. Acacia had gotten a hold of Mabel’s edible glitter and dumped it all over him, and if he was mortal, he’d have been poofing glitter for the next month. Hank had done his best to paint his nails, but still ended up getting polish over half of his fingers as well as the claw. As for his face, it was pretty obvious that Acacia and Willow had agreed to each do a half of his face. This meant one half of his face had purple eyeshadow and orange lipstick, while the other had eyeliner that went on his eyelid and onto his temple, and blush that was literally a big red circle.

Three excited yet slightly worried faces popped up in the mirror behind him.

“Do you like it Uncle Dipper?” Willow asked.

He turned to face them.

“Like it? I love it!” He scooped up all three of them in his arms and began to cover them in kisses, smearing two different colors of lipstick over their faces, rejoicing in the squeals he got from them.

(The small time cult in Iowa that summoned him twenty minutes later were confused, to say the least. But if there was one nice thing about having the reputation that he did, it was watching highly befuddled men and women try and roll with the metaphorical punches.)

Hey little fighter, I know you are asking yourself why you have to feel so much pain, so much hate, why do you have to go through that stuff. You know that the destiny choose you and that you will see one time the purpose for that struggle. You should not give up, giving up is the easiest thing to do, so dont, dont give up. You are stronger as you may think and you are brave, believe in yourself and keep moving forward. Life will reward you one day for that. You always have to remember too that you are not alone, never. There are people which believe in you, which support you, always remember that. Also listen to your inner spirit, I’m sure its saying; Dont give up! Be your own hero, you know you can do it. All you have to do is to BELIEVE!

anonymous asked:

im so terrible. i cant face anything. im worthless

Hey little fighter!

You are not worthless. I’m not sure why you feel this way, and I wish you didn’t terribly! Don’t think like this, please. You deserve to feel good, you’re not terrible. You can face things, I believe in you! You’re not even close to worthless!!

Here are some ways to challenge this thinking!: 

There are four main types of challenging questions to ask yourself:

1. Reality testing

  • What is my evidence for and against my thinking?
  • Are my thoughts factual, or are they just my interpretations?
  • Am I jumping to negative conclusions?
  • How can I find out if my thoughts are actually true?

2. Look for alternative explanations

  • Are there any other ways that I could look at this situation?
  • What else could this mean?
  • If I were being positive, how would I perceive this situation?

3. Putting it in perspective

  • Is this situation as bad as I am making out to be?
  • What is the worst thing that could happen? How likely is it?
  • What is the best thing that could happen?
  • What is most likely to happen?
  • Is there anything good about this situation
  • Will this matter in five years time?

When you feel anxious, depressed or stressed-out your self-talk is likely to become extreme, you’ll be more likely to expect the worst and focus on the most negative aspects of your situation. So, it’s helpful to try and put things into their proper perspective.

4. Using goal-directed thinking

  • Is thinking this way helping me to feel good or to achieve my goals?
  • What can I do that will help me solve the problem?
  • Is there something I can learn from this situation, to help me do it better next time?

Recognizing that your current way of thinking might be self-defeating (e.g., it doesn’t make you feel good or help you to get what you want) can sometimes motivate you to look at things from a different perspective.


Some things you might want to look at are ‘Do I have reasons to be feelings this way?’ 'What is it that I did wrong?’

I’m going to link you to some Cognitive-Behavioural Therapy techniques/ worksheets. You could take a look at these, and see which could work out for you best. 

These could definitely be beneficial for you! :) 

Try challenging these thoughts, darling.

Keep On Fighting-

Samantha Pantha

Imagine your OC eating pie underneath the dining room table, as Thanksgiving family madness happens around them.

Dipper frowned. Thanksgiving was going fantastic; Mabel had invited Soos and Melody and all seven of their kids over, and between the horde of children running around, the knife throwing display Candy and Wendy were giving, and the whole raw turkey he had gotten to stay physical for the night, Dipper was having a grand time. 

But someone was missing and-oh.

Dipper stepped into the kitchen, the table abandoned and covered in a small mountain of dishes. He peeked under the table and yup-

“Hey Little Fighter,” Dipper said gently, crawling under the table with Willow. “Everything okay? Is your bubble holding up?”

Willow nodded.

“It is Uncle Dipper. I just-”

Dipper smiled sadly. “It’s a lot, I know, and you needed a break.”

The second grader nodded, sending her braids flying around her head.

Dipper snapped. “Hey, know what will make you feel better?”

Willow smiled. “What Uncle Dipper?”

He snapped again and the pecan pie from on top of the oven appeared between them both.


“Uncle Dipper, Mommy and Daddy haven’t said it’s desert time yet-”

“Well you got to listen to me too, like you do with Grunkle Stan yes?”

Willow nodded.

“Well, I say that we are going to have special under the table pie now.”

Willow giggled. “Are we going to use our hands?”

Dipper, who had already began to dig in with said hands, paused.

“Yes. Yes we are.”

(When Henry thought to look for them an hour later, he found them asleep with distended bellies and an empty pie tin between them.)