how reckless

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them.

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. LewisTell The People You Love That You Love Them.

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. Lewis

I wanted to wish my friend @sunagakures​ an early Happy birthday! Hope you have a wonderful day surrounded by your friends, family and of course your love ones too! 
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A family Polaroid drawing 

A new way to be.

“I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I now live my life as straight-forward as possible. 

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be- to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether it’s your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. 

But there is nothing more beautiful than being vulnerable.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. 

We never know when the bus is coming.”

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HighSchool AU Headcanon: Rose being a bully to Alisha but don’t approve of others bullying her Alisha so she decided to take care of things which led to her having fight and getting hurt. Alisha disapproved with how reckless Rose was being, trying to take care of her injuries while lecturing her although she understands why Rose did that. In the end after some more sense slapping, Alisha gives a healing kiss and more if I continue this lmao

Roseali exchange w/ @kuro-kelly which I have fun drawing but coloring not so much orz

Okay kiddies, time to get schooled on something, namely mental illness.

I’ve seen multiple people in the Skam fandom complaining about Isak and how he is “just as controlling as Sonja”.

Let me break this down for you for a moment:

Maybe Sonja was what could be considered controlling, maybe she called Even all the time to check up on him, maybe she monitored his drinking. This girl had been with this boy for FOUR YEARS. Probably seen him through so many ups and downs and had been there for him the entire time. She knew him inside and out. Can you blame this girl for wanting to make sure Even is all right and not doing anything reckless? How many frightening manic episodes do you think this girl had seen him through? How many hospitalizations? Maybe she didn’t always go about things in the best way, but honestly, people need to realize the seriousness of bipolar disorder.

And then there’s all these complaints about Isak:

“OMG ISAK IS JUST AS CONTROLLING AS SONJA”
“ISAK STFU”
“ISAK IS JUST REPEATING WHAT SONJA SAID”
“ISAK LISTENED TO SONJA TOO MUCH”

I’ve seen it all. Even in tags on my gifsets.

Listen here, my friends:

When you have bipolar disorder, it causes your thoughts, feelings, emotions, and actions to be much more intense than the average person.

When you are happy, you are extremely happy. It’s like nothing can bring you down. You talk, talk, talk people’s ears off. Sometimes you feel so elated, you do things you’d never normally do like spend money you don’t have and other irresponsible behaviors. But the highs are so great, you’re not concerned about anything. You can feel so extroverted during these bouts of mania that you may make tons of new friends. It’s like a heightened version of yourself. There’s also that problem of not being able to sleep or only sleeping a few hours, but still feeling great.

For some people, mania can also include extreme irritability. This is a problem because they can lash out and it can lead to ruined relationships or cause problems at work, etc.

None of this lasts, of course.

The crash can hit you hard, it can be unbearable. When the depression sets in, you can feel dead inside, hopeless. Even if you’re physically spending time with another person, even if it’s someone you care about or love, that dead feeling can stay with you. You may cry for extended amounts of time with no end in sight and not even know what the hell is happening or why. You don’t want to get out of bed. You’re tired all the time and you just want to sleep.

Then there’s the mixed state. A mixed state is when you’re manic and sped up, but depressive at the same time. This is exceedingly dangerous because it can cause that person to become suicidal and they then have a significant risk of trying to end their life.

That being said, let’s get back on topic, Isak:

Isak has witnessed Even’s mania firsthand. He may have been confused at first, but what Sonja told him (although being a bitch otherwise in 3x08) was true. It’s harmful for someone with bipolar disorder (or any kind of illness, for that matter) to do drugs or drink excessively because there’s a high likelihood that it will cause the person to cycle into a manic or mixed state.

Sonja was definitely more knowledgable about the disorder than Isak was and he knew this. Who could blame him for consulting her when Even cycled into depression? Who could blame him for not wanting Even to smoke after what they had gone through when Even was manic? How could anyone misinterpret the fact that Isak told Even smoking weed isn’t good for him because he wants Even SAFE?

It literally has zero to do with control—although I’m sure in Even’s mind, that’s what it may seem like at times considering his disorder is not his fault and he obviously just wants to be able to do what most everyone else around their age group does—and everything to do with Isak wanting Even to be grounded in this world and not go off into that place where he can’t reach him or where he could do something to get himself hurt or hurt himself.

So, I won’t go into my experiences and make this a personal post at all, but some people need to wake up or educate themselves because I can’t stand reading these ridiculous opinions about Isak being out of line for wanting to protect his boyfriend.

Thank you for your time.

captains orders

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

steve rogers x reader

warnings: slight smut.

prompt: reader can’t follow her captains orders.

“i can’t believe how reckless you can be, y/n!” steve bellowed, his voice causing the agents passing by to jump, startled by how loud he was being. he didn’t pay them any mind as he stomped angrily behind you while you casually strolled to your room, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. you threw your bag onto the floor by your bed, not bothering to look at the angry soldier stood in the middle of your bedroom. all you wanted was a shower and some sleep, but steve’s constant nagging was making that impossible.

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Carl Grimes - I Believe In You (Part 2)

Originally posted by hardyness

Hey guys! So here is Part 2 of the Carl imagine I did yesterday, that some of you requested. Hope you like it ♥

You can read here> Part 1 and Part 3, in case u missed it!

Summary: With the Saviors arriving at Alexandria, you have to deal with how reckless Carl can be (based on ep 7x04 “Service”)

Warnings: angst, arguments (no fluff today guys, sorry xD)

Word count: 1,367 (I was inspired today, don’t judge me)


We rushed downstairs and the first thing I saw was Rick standing in the middle of the kitchen, with Judith on his lap, a terrified look on his face. He looked so tired. So done with all this bullshit. This was being so hard for him, you could see it in his eyes. The guilt for the loss of Glenn and Abraham, the shame for being bossed around like a dog, the fear of losing someone else. Still, he lifted his head, took a deep breath and handed Judith to me.

“You guys need to stay inside, look out for Judith. Don’t let her out of your sight, ok?”

“Of course Rick, we will take care of her, don’t worry about that.” I said to him, looking straight into his tired blue eyes and giving him a weak smile, trying to make him less worried.

“They’re not going to hurt anyone dad, I’m not gonna let them.” Carl said from behind me, his voice low and strong. His eyes dark and threatening.

Rick and I glanced at each other, confused. What did he mean by that? Carl was nowhere near of being scared by Negan and his saviors, we both knew that, but he couldn’t do anything reckless today. Not today. It was too risky.

“Alright, I have to go now. Be careful you two.” Rick said, choosing to ignore what Carl had just said. He took one last look at us and closed the door behind him, heading out to the gates of Alexandria.

“I’m gonna get Judith upstairs, I don’t want any of this men even looking at her.” I said, already climbing the stairs and heading towards her bedroom.

“Yeah, stay with her up there. I’m gonna stay here and make sure you two are safe.” Carl announced, his voice already distant from me.

I placed Judith on her crib, and stroked her blonde hair. I envied her. She had no idea of what has happening, no cares in the world. She looked up at me and waved her little arms in the air, letting me know that she wanted me to pick her up again. I placed her on my lap and kissed her forehead. “You’re gonna be alright, Judy. Your brother and your dad are gonna protect you.  You’re so lucky, you know that? They are the strongest men I know.”

She giggled and touched my face with her little hands, looking me in the eyes. She looked so much like Carl. She had the same crystal blue eyes and the same freckles on her cheeks. I laughed and kissed her head one more time. I’d give my life to keep her safe if I had to. After all this time, she was like my own blood.

I walked towards the window to keep her distracted and from there, I could see Rick, Father Gabriel, Negan and Daryl talking by the graves. I wanted to cry when I saw him. He looked miserable, his clothes dirty and his face full of bruises. All I wanted to do was rush to him and give him the longest and tightest hug. I missed Daryl too much. But at least I knew he was alive and that was enough.

Sighing, I realized Judith was starting to get sleepy, she needed to rest a little. When I was about to put her back on her crib, I heard it. A gunshot. My heart stopped. It came from the garage and my mind immediately went to Carl. I placed Judith down, closed the door of her bedroom and ran as fast as I could. 

When I finally got to the garage, I could not believe my eyes. Carl had his gun up, in the face of two saviors, his voice steady and loud.

“Put some back,” he ordered, unlocking the safety switch on his gun, “or the next one goes in you.”

“Oh kid, and what do you think happens next?” The man in front of him chuckled and replied, a cocky grin on his face.

“You die.” Carl announced.
What was he doing? Was he crazy?! My heart was already beating faster, thinking about all the things that could go wrong.

“Carl, what the hell are you doing? Put the gun down.” I said trying to remain calm, while putting my body in front of the gun, letting him know that I wouldn’t let him do anything stupid.

“No!” he replied, “he’s taking all of our medicine, they said only half our stuff!”

He was SO angry. He looked me dead in the eyes and for a second, I was scared. Even though this was so like him to do, I was afraid he was gonna do something he would regret later.

“I know, but it’s not up to you to decide! Do you want somebody to die ag…” and when I was about to finish my sentence, someone interrupted me.
Him. Black leather jacket, the usual smirk on his face. Only his voice was enough to make me shiver. Rick followed right after, terrified something would happen to his son.

“Of course…” Negan said smiling, “really kid?” He sounded like he was already expecting Carl to challenge him somehow.

“And you should go. Before you find out how dangerous we all are.” Carl  stated.

Oh my god, I wanted to slap him. He clearly forgot about everything we went through in this last couple of days.

“Pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but did you just threaten me?’ Negan answered, surprised with how sassy Carl was being.

“Look, he doesn’t mean that. We don’t want any troub..” And he interrupted me. Again.

“Woah there, missy. I wasn’t talking to you, was I?” Negan said, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to the side. “Was I?”

Son of a bitch.

“No.” I replied, clenching my jaw. It took everything in me not to punch him  right in the face.
 I looked down and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“Now, where were we? Oh yeah, your giant man-sized balls.”  Negan laughed. He was enjoying this. “Listen, I like you. So I don’t wanna go hard proving a point here. I said half of your shit and half is what I say it is. Do you want me to prove how serious I am? Again?”

Me and Rick glanced at each other, both us nervous for what might happen.

Carl looked down and finally put the gun down. He realized there was nothing he could do. Thank God. Me and Rick sighed, relieved.

Negan then remembered how much guns we had and went on about how he wanted all of them. Typical. Finally Him, Rick and the others left the room.

Carl looked at me, waiting for what I had to say. I was pissed. He was so reckless. He could gave gotten himself killed. Or someone else.

I stared angrily at him, my breathing faster than usual. I wanted to punch him. But I knew that doing that right now wouldn’t help the situation. So I just continued staring.

“What?” he said, like he had done nothing wrong.

“Oh my god, you’re unbelievable,” I said half laughing, half pissed. “Do you even know how that little scene could have turned out? What about that talk we had barely 30 minutes ago? You saying everything was going to be fine, that you were going to keep me safe? What you just did surely wasn’t keeping me safe!”

Carl just looked at the ground, not knowing what to say. I was not only angry but also disappointed with him. He was smarter than this.

“Look, I know you’re all brave and stuff but you don’t need to keep trying to prove yourself. You’re badass, we all get it okay? Now stop trying to get yourself killed. “

And with that said, I left the room. I needed to check on Judith but I also needed to relax. Dealing with all this fuckers taking our stuff away was already stressful enough. And I knew it wasn’t over yet. My talk with Carl wasn’t over. And neither was this shit of a day.

(A/N): If you liked it, please leave your feedback and if you like a Part 3! I’ll probably post one anyway but it would be awesome if you guys also requested it.

I also apologize if there are some mistakes, since english it’s not my native language :) 

Requests are open so request an imagine you would like me to write <3

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- Illuminae - 5⭐️ I did this book in audio and print at the same time and it was fantastic!! My review is up on Goodreads •

- How to Build a Girl 4⭐️ loved loved this book so much! I did this audio because I loved the narrator and it didn’t disappoint. My review will up very soon •

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- The Lovely Reckless 4⭐️ Loved this story so much!! This title will be out in October and my review will be up closer to release. Kami will be part of the @fiercereads tour this Fall so keep an eye out for cities and places •

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- Luckiest Girl Alive 4⭐️ did this one in audio too and loved it too, my review is up on Goodreads as well. •