i can feel all of you judging me right now

types respond to “i love you”

ENFJ: *pretends to be shook* *actually saw it coming from a mile away*

INTJ: Uhh… cool.

INFP: My heart is a radiant flower, unfurling its dewy petals upon the pronouncement of your love. 

ISFJ: Haha funny joke… wait, actually? Like, actually? I must immediately bake you some cookies!

INFJ: But love is an illusion. Do you love me, or just the external and idealized version of me? Can we ever truly hope to find a lasting and permanent connection which runs deeper than your vapid, run-of-the-mill union in today’s society? Or is it—

ENFP: Yes… good… you have fallen for my plan to make everyone and everything in the universe besotted with me. 

ISFP: *cool and composed on the outside but weeping internally* 

ESFJ: *weeping externally* 

ESFP: And I love puppies. And social gatherings. And the occasional rainbow. Wait, what was I saying? 

ESTP: *seductive eyebrow raise* *edgy backflip* What’s not to love? 

ENTP: Well, that’s one thing I won’t debate you on. 

INTP: The dopamine receptors in my brain are doing all sorts of ~funky things~ right now. 

ISTP: Besides my power tools… you’re the only thing that’s ever made me feel alive… 

ENTJ: Great! I’ll immediately prepare an itinerary on how best we can spend our time together to foster a successful romantic relationship. 

ISTJ: And I love watching Judge Judy reruns. Wait, that was the romantic response you were looking for, right? 

ESTJ: I could see you in my very successful future, which involves me being president of many organizations and laminating things. 

Wet myself at the University!

You guys know the drill now, right? Lolol, old story from the fall of 2015, my first year at university that I wrote for omorashi.org. I hope you all like it! Even though these are old, feedback is welcome. Feel free to shoot me a message any time. :)


Hey guys! It’s me again. I’m sure that judging from the topic title you can tell I did something stupid again, so let’s just get into it.

I was doing a hold yesterday. You know, drinking some soda, some water, the usual stuff, just waiting around for it all to start kicking in. The problem was at some point I realized I had to turn in a paper I had due to one of my professors. Looking at the clock, I hadn’t gotten too far into the whole hold thing, I was feeling it but I wasn’t unbearably desperate. I estimated that I shouldn’t be more than an hour, and by the time I got back I’d probably REALLY be feeling it, so I said what the hell, let’s go turn it in now. So I got to the nearest transit stop, knowing it would be there any second, and took it to a friends place. I had a water bottle filled with lemonade on me and continually sipped from it as the trip progressed. Eventually I got to my friends place, and bugged her for a ride, given the University is all but 5 minutes away from where she lives. She had to go to the store anyway so she let me off in the Uni lot, and said she was going to pick up some groceries and would be in the lot again by the time I got out. Perfect. At this point I was definitely starting to feel twitchy. I’d clench my thighs or bounce around a little every now and again from the discomfort.

Obligatory description paragraph! To reiterate very simply, I’m between 5'8-5'9, 116 pounds, pale as ash, and long black hair that reaches past my shoulders. For my trip out I was wearing a white Avengers T-shirt, a small jean jacket over it, a black miniskirt, and black tights. Just a white bra and panties set, nothing special.

So I get to the University. At this point I need to pee pretty solidly, but I’m not in danger. At this moment, everything was going according to plan. When I get in I ask for directions to the professor offices of that general category, and I get some really vague ones so I get sort of lost. I find my way there eventually by pure accident.

I get to her office and I knock. She tells me to come in and I hand in my assignment. Thing is about this particular teacher, she’s chatty. Which I don’t mind at all! She’s sweet, funny, and well-versed in her subject which is something I happen to find very interesting. I’m also overly nervous and polite, so I won’t often excuse myself from a conversation even if I need to.

She kept me in that office talking for about an hour. In this time, my need for the bathroom rose to DANGER levels. She was so into our conversation she didn’t even notice my constant fidgeting, or any of the usual telltale signs. And to be fair, I was really into the conversation too. It was during this conversation the first leak happened, and I visibly stiffened, thinking to myself something along the lines of “Shiiiiiiiiiit.” Eventually she let me go, saying she had some stuff to get done, and I politely excused myself from the office. The moment I shut the door I looked around and shoved my hand between my legs. Bathroom. NOW. I could let out enough and continue the hold at home, but if I didn’t do something I wouldn’t make it home to finish holding. Almost the moment I finished that thought I leaked a little into my panties, like my body was adding an exclamation point.

I looked around the entire floor for the bathroom. Campus is three or four buildings altogether, I haven’t gotten used to the grounds yet so I can’t say for sure. But its big. And not knowing where I am often, I get lost easy. Like some Omorashi cliche, the bathroom on this floor was out of order. I dribbled a bit more, as I had been doing every little bit. I actually took another sip of my lemonade, almost reflexively. Then I slapped myself mentally…Muscle memory isn’t always a good thing. I did end up coming across an elevator in my desperate waddling, and ended up on the second floor (I had been on the third). I was almost starting to get my bearings here, some of the area looked familiar. I felt a familiar warmth and immediately gripped at myself again under my skirt, clenching my legs together. The spurts had definitely soaked through my underwear, I felt the tights between my legs growing increasingly damp as time went on. I didn’t have much time left. Another spurt or two happened before I regained control, my hand coming away wet. I wiped it off on my knee and continued my desperate journey. Luckily for me, it being the weekend, there weren’t a ton of students around, especially given that here in Canada, thanksgiving was Sunday. The day I’m posting this actually, so happy thanksgiving everyone!

After much exploring I found a staircase, the kind that goes down to a landing, and then turns around to finish going down in the opposite direction. The staircase was familiar to me, at the bottom was an area I usually frequent so once I got down there I knew where the nearest bathroom was. My bladder evidently didn’t like the fact that I was close to making it, as every step down to the first landing, I leaked. My hands were buried between my legs and I could feel them catching drops. I was sweating, my muscles straining, but I couldn’t give up, I was so close! I reached the landing and made my way down the second set of steps, slowly but steadily dribbling all the way. About midway down I started leaking heavily, and one large spurt in particular I felt stream down the back of my leg a little. This was bad. I felt more urine travel down the insides of my legs and begin to gently patter onto the stairs. I was losing control I was increasingly doubting I would get back. It was also at this moment I heard voices coming from the top of the stairs coming down, and voices from ahead of me, on the ground floor. In front of the stairs, maybe 10 feet, there was a door leading outside and a hallway going left, and I could hear people coming from around the corner. I was about to be surrounded, and judging from the absolute straining feeling in my bladder as I dribbled and leaked on the stairs, I might be absolutely peeing myself during said time. So I did the only thing I could do…I dashed down the remainder of the stairs, did a 180, hid under them, and slammed my back against the wall and covered my mouth. I could hear people coming around the corner and more coming down the stairs. I shoved my hand down my tights and gripped my crotch outside of my now soaking wet panties, with my other hand covering my mouth trying to stay as quiet as possible. There was just one issue….I couldn’t hold it. I gripped, and crossed my legs, and braced as hard as I could, but I just couldn’t hold it anymore, no matter how hard I tried.

It started to come out, regardless of how badly I was trying to hold it or not. A hissing came from under my hand, streaming down my locked legs onto the floor, my other hand muffling moans and whines. I tried so hard but the more I tried the harder it came, my panties and tights were soaked. I could feel it gathering in my shoes, and my legs becoming warm and wet all over. I let out a muffled squeal into my palm as my bladder just felt like it dropped, and the stream grew so powerful it sprayed between my fingers onto the floor. The voices were growing distant now, like it even mattered anymore. I felt it streaming down my legs, my breathing becoming ragged as it made its own trails and waterfalls down my legs and thighs. There was a massive puddle beneath me on the ground. I just stood there, unsure of how to react. I had just pissed myself at University.

Me being me, I immediately went into Solid Snake mode. I whipped out a napkin and wiped off the back of my tights. Being black, they wouldn’t show much. I darted out the aforementioned door and out into the sun. It was rather warm. My panties and tights were damp but its not like anyone could tell, especially given the distance between me and anyone else. A LITTLE bit had gotten on the skirt, but as that was black too, I was currently semi-safe. I looped around campus from the outside, hoping to dry a little. I saw the car in the parking lot, but my friend wasn’t in it. I found out later she went to the convenience store across the street while waiting for me.

I hopped into the car, and reclined the passenger seat back. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off. I put them in my backpack and pulled out a pair of knee highs (I go everywhere with spare socks. You never know people!) and put them on. Bam. Nobody would even be the wiser. I could even feel my panties were no longer sopping wet. Eventually she came back to the car to find me. She looked at my legs, and then at me, asking why I changed like that. I told her it was hot, while smiling like an idiot. She claimed it made no sense but didn’t pursue it further after I said I felt the socks were cuter. I then managed to get home and reflect on my day.

Well there you have it! As always, feel free to give feedback and ask me anything! I love hearing from everyone :)

Burned Pt. 2 [M]

Genre: Smut/angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Triggers: drinking, sex, a lot of swearing 

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: This is unedited so please excuse any mistakes I maybe have made, I’ll revise it soon. I almost had a heart attack writing this, so please leave your feedback

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It had been two weeks since you had slept with Jimin. It had been two weeks since you had pulled your brother Taehyung off of his best friend of years. It was then that you found out that you were just a piece in Jimin’s fucked up game. Using you to get his not so-ex-girlfriend back for cheating on him. It had been two weeks and the carpet burns on your knees were finally starting to heal. The scabs were long gone and all that was left was pink flesh, new skin, probably symbolizing that you were okay now. Except no matter how many times you showered, you couldn’t get the memory of his touch off you. And that’s what you hated most.

He only tried contacting you once. You had just started working as an intern at the hospital when he showed up. You cursed your stupid brother for probably telling Jimin where you worked. As soon as you saw him you ran behind a patient’s curtain. The person lying in the hospital bed looked at you like you needed treatment as you peeked your head between the nylon fabric. He was at the nurse’s desk, probably asking where you were. Jimin was clearly not satisfied with her answer as he turned around and stormed out. That was the last time you saw him.

A loud banging ripped you from your thoughts. Someone was pounded on your front door and by the sound of it was probably going to put their fist through it. Ripples of panic flooded through you as you tip-toed to the door. Peering into the peephole you saw that is was Tae. “I know you’re in there Y/N. I can hear you breathing through your mouth”

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Things I can’t be proud of -and you shouldn’t judge me for

The color of my skin. I have been born with it and really can’t change it. I’m not proud because I’m white and if I was any other skin color I wouldn’t be prould to be whatever. And you definitely shouldn’t judge me because of it. Same goes the other way around, just as with the other points on this list.

The place I was born/live. Again, nothing I actively chose, obviously. How could I be proud about such a coincedence? Though of course, if you really don’t like the place you live once you’re old enough, you can leave of course (at least in most cases). Or if there’s a place you really want to live. Just being proud of being born some place doesn’t make sense to me, though.

Being female. Or male, in other cases (!). This is my body. I can not change it (and have no desire to, since I don’t have body dysphoria). Yes, I do like myself and my body, but being proud because I was born a woman? That’s not an achievement, it’s not something I’m proud of, and nothing you should judge me for.

My sexuality. Another thing I can not change. I am Bi. Others are gay, lesbian or straight. It’s nothing you choose. If it was, for example, gay people whose lifes are threatened because of their sexuality could just “stop being gay” which we all know is as ridiculous as it sounds.

None of these things are achievements of mine. As they are not achievements, I am not proud of them, and as I can’t really change them I ask you not to judge me based on them. Judge me on my words and deeds instead.

That’s all I can think of right now, feel free to add other things I might’ve missed.

anonymous asked:

I feel like y'all judging way too early. Y'all giving Camila the benefit of the doubt, but you can't do the same for 5h. It's the first single off the album. Just like CITC is the first single. Can y'all at least wait until we hear more. All y'all sound like fake fans right now...

We got two songs for Camila - if only CITC had come out I would’ve been worried just the same, but I Have Questions eased that up for me. And I don’t think it makes me a fake fan to be honest and actually worried about what’s next for them, I think it’s the opposite - because I honestly thought we’d get to see another side of 5H right from the bat - and like I said I’m really hoping the whole album won’t be that way - I’m hoping they actually had a say in writing the songs and that it wasn’t just another staged bullshit to make us think that the girls are happy being in a manufactured girl band that is directed my a shitty label and a shitty management who are treating them like “fucking slaves”

anonymous asked:

A4 and B4 for Chanyeol, please and thank you!!

A4 // Soulmate AU
B4 // “Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. I’m trying to decide which I’m feeling right now.”

“I’m your soulmate, ______.  You have to love me.”

You scoff, annoyance coursing through your veins.  You hope that Chanyeol can feel how displeased you are and judging by the frown on his face, he definitely can.


“I don’t have to do anything,” you say with your nose in the air.  On the flip side, you can feel how sorry Chanyeol is for forgetting about your date.  He’s been really stressed lately, pulled in every direction at the firm where he works, and it simply just slipped his mind among all of the files and contracts he’s been reading.  He can hardly remember his own name these days.

“I don’t know how I feel right now,” you mumble, staring at the kitchen tile between Chanyeol’s feet.  “I love you, but I’m mad at you.  It’s confusing.”

Chanyeol’s feet move and suddenly you’re wrapped up in his familiar embrace.  The relief that pours through your bond is immediate and quashes your anger instantly.

“Just… don’t do this again.  Please.”

“I’ll be better,” Chanyeol promises.  You place a kiss above his heart and he smiles into your hair.

ok. i know i’m going to get hate for this.

what is the big deal about makeup?

kim k’s contour is on fleek and believe me- i wish i could slay like that.

taylor swift rocked the black lipstick at the Met gala.

someone wears a little mascara and gloss to look nicer.

what is the big effing deal! makeup is makeup! we all know my lips aren’t perfectly outlined and plum. we all know my eyes don’t naturally have black wings coming out the sides.


if you’re going to judge someone and call them fake because they wear makeup, you can unfollow me right now.

because you are an asshole.

we all know we aren’t perfect! we all know my cheeks are that amazingly contoured.

but when i see a girl, or guy, with wings sharp enough to kill and lipstick so smooth you could slip, i think they are awesome. they know they look amazing. they know they can slay. and they don’t care.

because when my eyeliner is sharp enough to kill, i feel like i can conquer the world.

so why the hell are you giving people crap about wearing makeup? its a personal choice.

we all know its fake.

i know my wings are hella fake.

but if i walk in to finals with wings slaying like no other, i know i’m going to feel confident on that test.

i don’t wear makeup for anyone but myself. and it feels awesome when someone says “nice wings today” because that just made my day better.

wear your makeup. be amazing for yourself.

and everyone who says we’re fake.

would you kindly fuck off?

Alone By The Bleachers (Crush x Reader)

“Woo! Go (C/N)!” You cheered, standing in the bleachers with the crowd as you clapped excitedly. Everyone was cheering just as loud as you were, but you were sure that when (C/N) glanced your way, searchingly before turning back to concentrate on the game. He didn’t know you had come to watch, but it was almost as if he could sense you around.

(C/N) attended a different school, but you two were close friends, so you often went to go watch his games. Courtesy of your friends as well, who often accompanied you to see him play.

“(C/N) is so talented,” your friend, (F/N), commented, as the referee was starting up the last quarter of the game. “He’s the quarterback and pretty good looking too, (Y/N). You have a good eye for picking out such an amazing guy.”

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5 Minute Drabble

I was tagged by the wonderfully talented @imagine-assembling-the-avengers! The rules are to write for 5 minutes, no longer, and post without edits. May I just say, THIS WAS REALLY DIFFICULT! I don’t think I’ve ever typed that fast in my whole life, and it was incredibly hard not to go back and edit anything. 

Shoutout to my roommate for making sure I didn’t cheat.

I shall tag: @writingavengers @fan-fic-super-chick @barnes-soldierimagines @pleasecallmecaptain @meganlpie @desire-to-write-marvel @fvckingavengers

Originally posted by winchestersoldier

Murmurs of battle tactics can be heard from inside of the safe house that the team of Captain America take shelter in. From outside the house both Bucky and Steve stand outside the door taking watch. Their eye’s are supposed to be trained on the perimeter, but instead they’re focused on each other.

“She’s dead,” Bucky whispers harshly. “and you didn’t tell me until now?” The quiet sound of his metal arm forming into a skull crushing fist can be heard.


“You waited until this moment to tell me that [Y/N]’s dead?”

“Bucky,” Steve sighs out. “It wasn’t the right time.”

Bucky scoffs and pushes a hand through his long hair. “I don’t think you can be the judge of what the best time is.” Bucky closes his eyes. “What else haven’t you told me, Steve? How did it happen?”

“Lets not do this right now-”

“What else haven’t you told me.” Bucky turns to Steve, emphasizing each syllable with a harsh undertone.

Steve takes a step closer, holding his arm out attempting to calm him. “She died during childbirth.”

Bucky glares into Steve’s eyes, reading him better than anyone else can. “I know that’s not all.”

“Don’t make me do this, Bucky.” Staring into Bucky’s conflicted and hurt eyes made him feel paralyzed, unable to escape gruesome beast of guilt that bubbles inside of him.

Bucky’s mind turns foggy and his throat gradually tightens with every passing second. He tries to push down his emotions, but he can’t. He needs answers. “Please,” The voice that was sounded menacing moments ago, turns into a vulnerable whisper. “I loved her, Steve. I need to know.”

Steve takes a deep breath, opening and closing his mouth contemplating how he’s going to break the news to Bucky. “She…” He rubs a hand over his face letting out a soft groan. “She married Howard.”


“Howard Stark.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, feeling his chest move rapidly in and out. ‘No.’ He thinks to himself.

“She died giving birth to Tony.”

‘There’s no way.’

“She’s,” Steve takes a deep breath. “She’s Tony’s mother, Bucky.”

There’s something I really want to try out, so please if you can, reblog and signal boost this.

 Everyday everyone has some sort of battle they’re fighting. And the worst part is that they usually are too ashamed to tell someone what’s wrong, or they don’t have someone to vent.

Like many, I struggle every day with depression and anxiety. I have been in that dark place you might be in right now. I have harmed my body intentionally. I have felt worthless, stupid, and l like the world was better off without me.


If you’re reading this right now, please send me an ask and just tell me what’s bothering you, or what is the current thing you’re struggling with. If you want to send it anonymously that’s perfectly okay. I’ll listen, I’ll understand, I’ll be there for you. I won’t laugh, I won’t judge. I’ll respond and give you my support. Telling others how I was feeling saved my life, and it can save someone elses too.

Please don’t keep it in, I care about you and want to help. 
Please reblog this and pass it on, so that you can try to be there for someone too.

It does so much damage to keep it all bottled in, so please don’t be ashamed, let someone help and be there for you because you matter and how you feel matters.


Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Prompt: You are married to Emily, and you know something is going on with her yet she never tells you about it. 

You instantly knew something was wrong when Emily went quietly to take a shower without speaking to you. She arrived home when you were cooking, and with a kiss on your cheek she left. Usually she would shower you with kisses and hold you close after she comes back from a case, no matter how hard or difficult the case was. You bit your lower lip, wondering if you should confront her right now.

But you decide against it, concentrating back on the dinner you were cooking. She needs her own privacy, you decide, and you would talk to her when she is ready for it.

Few minutes into the dinner, Emily was still distant. She gave the correct responses on what you were saying, but you knew that something was off. “Okay, what is it?” You asked, giving up any pretense.

“What?” She questioned, looking confused but you weren’t being fooled.

“What’s bugging your mind? And don’t say nothing.”

Emily looked away, her body tense as she took a deep breath. “You are doing it again,” You softly said.


“Pushing me out. You always do that whenever you have a problem.”

“That comes with a job.”

You felt a twinge of annoyance, your eyes betraying your hurt. You were unemployed for two months, and while you were still searching for a job it didn’t lessen the bitterness. You blink back the tears and look at her guilty face. “Fine. Be like that,” You bitterly said, taking your plate and leaving Emily alone at the table. You ignored her the rest of the night, quietly retreating to bedroom to sleep.

You lay there on the bed, awake until you head the footsteps approaching. You turn your back at her, closing your eyes. You feel the mattress dip as Emily got in, and she felt you tense up.

“I am sorry.”

You heart aches at the anguish on her voice and you turn to see her facing you. You lean into her touch, inching closer to her body. “You always do that, always push me away whenever something’s bothering you,” You said, your voice soft with hurt.

And it was true. There were times whenever you try to get closer to her but she would just push away, especially if she had any problems. You do try to understand, but sometimes it gets too much which leads to fights that you didn’t have the energy right now.

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“Emily, we are married. You can share anything with you. I do it to you all the time, why can’t you do it to me?”

“Because,” She pauses, and takes a deep breath, and continues. “I never had to depend on someone before.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“No!” Emily immediately denied that. “I do trust you. I trust you with my life, and you know that. And besides, I feel stupid for what I am feeling before.”

“Let me be the judge for that. Please tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s just,” Emily starts, and suddenly there are tears in her eyes. “I keep on thinking what Hotch would have done, with Reid and Mr. Scratch and everything. And I feel like he would have already gotten Reid out.”

And there it was, you realize with a heavy heart. Her vulnerable side that she let anyone rarely see. You pull her closer to you, letting her head rest against your chest. “You are not Hotch, and the team knows it,” You remind her. “They know, especially Reid, that you are doing everything you can.”

“But Hotch would have-”

“You are not Hotch,” you repeated, gently cupping her head in your hands to make her look at you in the eyes. “You should always trust your instincts, and your teams trusts it too. After all, it kept you alive all these years right?”

She let out a watery laugh before placing her head in the previous position.

“Thinking about what Hotch would do won’t help you in any way, because you are not him and you can’t make the same decisions he would have made,” You explained, running your fingers through her hair. “You can’t keep thinking about that if you want to help Reid.”

You stay quiet after that, and Emily doesn’t speak. She just tightens her grip on you waist and pulls you closer, snuggling beside you. “Thank you,” She whispered, and you hum in acknowledgement.

“Promise me,” You ask, your voice soft and vulnerable. She looks up and stares right into your eyes. “Promise me you won’t shut me out. Ever again.”

In response she closes the gap and kisses you passionately. When you both pulled back you see the utter conviction on her face.

“I promise.”

ᵀʰᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵐʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴵ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ʷʰᶦᶫᵉ ʰᶦᵍʰ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ²
  • “Why are you walking so close to me? I freak out when people walk close to me.”
  • “Seven bucks? Seven buckaroos? What’s money duuuuuuude?”
  • “We’re gonna die. Like, I’m ready but at the same time not now.”
  • “You have no idea, right? I just fucking lost my shit like. I can feel her judging my smell pallettes.”
  • “She, like, looked at me and I was like ‘yeah what? SQUARE UP BITCH’ “
  • “I was legit gonna tackle you to the ground and go ‘YO ARE YOU ____’ “
  • “What, are you a fucking owl? That’s what owls do. They woof.”
  • “Space ships comes in all shapes and sizes. Don’t descriminate. Don’t be prejudice against the aliens.”
  • “You’re a little bitch!”
  • “I am a little bitch. I am little and I am a female dog. So you’re like 50-50 right.”
  • “I am not high enough for this. In fact, I am not high at all.”
  • “Dude it feels like my fingers are really cold. I’m going to microwave my fingers. It’ll warm them up.”
  • “___ don’t be an idiot. Don’t microwave your fingers.”
  • “I’m saying how I mean it.”
  • *Sings the entirety of Bushes of Love*
  • “We need to watch Descendants. It’s so bad. Like good cringe kind of bad.
  • “We are not watching Descendants.”
  • “I can’t watch this, this kid’s in Grown Ups.”
  • “Have you SEEN Dove Cameron? And Sofia Carson? Let’s watch Descendants for both of them.”
  • “Why are you smiling that’s creepy as fuck.”
  • “I had salsa the other day but I ran out of Dorito’s so I drank the salsa. It’s so good though. It’s good salsa!”
  • “Is he Mr Right or is he Mr Right Now?“
  • “What the fuck, you’re so agro. Stop punching me!”
  • “It’s Hero by Enrique Iglesias. It’s the pinaccle of modern music.“
  • “You know what I just realised, my room mate is cooking butter chicken and so was your dad.”
  • “Why is ___ not replying to me? Did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong? I love them. I don’t want them to hate me.“
  • “She/he was talking shit about yo-yo biscuits man. She/he was talking shit about them .”
  • “I need to burp but I can’t. Can you pat my back like they do babies?”

Loving someone DOES NOT MEAN putting up with abuse.
Loving someone DOES NOT MEAN accepting neglect.
Loving someone DOES NOT MEAN staying in the relationship.

Loving someone - of any relation - is about providing understanding and support while establishing healthy boundaries.

It’s ESSENTIAL to maintain your own boundaries. It is HEALTHY to set limitations with someone, whether it be about time, finances, or anything else, to keep them from abusing your love. They may have no intention of abusing your care, but when relationships become unbalanced especially for extended periods of time, or without recognition of the imbalance, they become abusive. You may not think of this as “abuse,” especially when not from a romantic partner or family member, but friends can be abusive too - more commonly thought of as a toxic or neglectful friendships.
It’s HEALTHY to pull back how much time you invest in the person, the financial support you provide, or the outward effort put into a relationship until your efforts are appreciated and/or reciprocated.

Sometimes individuals can’t reciprocate the same way you care.
For example, when a friend is on social assistance and you provide financial assistance to support them. They may never be able to pay you back, or at least not financially, but they can emotionally support you and/or provide for you in non-financial return like quality time together.

No, a relationship isn’t a business transaction, but a healthy relationship DOES require give-and-take, push-and-pull, and reciprocity. It doesn’t have to be immediate or exactly equal “quantities” or care, but care and effort does have to be present on both sides of the relationship for it to be healthy.

Some boundaries may be:
- Limiting time you spend with or doing things for the person when equal or similar time is not invested in return. Perhaps go to their place or give them 1 or 2 rides a week and expect equal in return.
- Limit or stop financial support. Perhaps keep track of who owes who what, and count products (meals, cigarettes, snacks, movies, etc) as a form of repayment.
- Limit the emotional investment you provide to the person (listening ot problems, going over for support, etc) until they recognize or change their neglect of emotional return.
-  Invest time in YOURSELF just as much if not more compared to the time you invest in another person’s health and happiness. Spend time doing exactly your own hobbies and focusing on your own goals, not just helping them complete their goals or spending time doing their hobbies as opposed to yours.
- Be ready to let go. No this doesn’t sound like a “boundary” but it is a step in recognizing the healthy or unhealthy patterns in relationships. Recognizing when letting go may be necessary keeps you from becoming unable to detach yourself from the person in question. It maintains you as your own person and recognizes your own happiness as a driving force in your boundary setting.

As an attempt to be a very loving person I’ve struggled to recognize the difference between a healthy friendship and abuse/neglect. I’ve invested time in people who /never/ invested effort in return. I’ve financially supported people who don’t give any intent of returning anything. I’ve cared about people until it made me sick who probably never thought about me again after our interaction.
I LEFT THESE relationships. I left them not because I stopped caring, but because they were unhealthy for me. They were neglectful or abusive to my needs even though I did my best to provide for the needs of others. I deserved that as well. It was hard, and leaving felt bad at the time, but looking back on the friendships I am healthier now than I was with them. I still care. I still love those individuals. I always will. However, I now love myself more and invest in a healthy relationship with myself. This allows me to invest more valuable care in healthy relationships i now have. Leaving doesn’t have to be all at once, it can be gradual and with debate. This may be the “kinder” way to leave, which may be easier on you also. There is no right way to leave, no right way to care, and no right way to judge the relationship. Ultimately it takes doing what feels right to you.
Once you start questioning elements of your relationship, or noticing imbalances, this may be time to consider setting some boundaries or leaving.

Some. Freaking. Times.

I see people who are broken and down and hurt and sad so often. Daily, even. It hurts my heart so much and I just want them to be happy so badly.. It doesn’t even matter whether I know them or not.
I don’t know why, but sometimes I want to grab every single one of those people I see and give them a big hug… And maybe cookie. Okay, and definitely give them a cookie. And maybe some cake too?
Anyway, I want to give them all hugs, whether it be a giant emotional group hug or small comforting individual hugs. I want to help in any way I’m able to so bad.. But I can’t..
I can only use my words, like I am right now. I’m physically restricted. And the hard part about that is that not everyone who is emotionally drained (or anything related to that feeling) is up to reading all that I’m writing right now, which is completely understandable. I’m not gonna do anything rash like forcing you to read this, no, I’m just gonna do this. @http-anti, @theartblognobodyaskedfor, @jaylarkson And anyone else who isn’t/may not be feeling very good at the moment. *hugs* *group hugs* *wraps you in a blanket and gives you hot chocolate/coffee/tea* *puts on your favorite movie, show, or song and buys you your favorite snacks* *gives you cookies* If there is anything I can do to help whoever sees this, please, feel free to talk to me. I will not judge you or gossip or any of that nasty shit, I genuinely want to be able to try to make you smile again at the least. Thank you so much for reading this all if you did, I really do greatly appreciate it.

anonymous asked:

do you have any advice on how to survive my upcoming senior year of hs?? i wanna be as prepared for college as possible but i also wanna have fun you feel

i’m going to be my real self right now and tell you i’m literally the worst person to ask have u seen my school or college tags i hate the education system rip 

BUT if you wanna survive i think i can help, fair warning i’m a bit of a perfectionist so don’t follow me exactly i don’t want anyone burning out

judge your schoolwork. still focus on schoolwork do not let yourself slip, but if you’ve had good, decent grades all of your years, then let yourself chill a little when the senioritis hits. don’t slip, but don’t stress like you would sophomore year. you’re almost there! you got this and colleges have seen it. but if you’re grades have been less than decent keep yourself on your toes.

don’t procrastinate college apps. i did this my senior year because honestly, i didn’t know what college i wanted to go to! i had no idea what kind of future i wanted and therefore i only applied to two colleges! and that’s just the thing, even if u don’t know what u want to do, apply to more than two for sure! if you are able, go ahead and visit colleges, please do not be afraid of them, there is nothing scary about them. sure college kids might be making a joke about you in there head but i’m pretty sure if you mumbled something under your breath and pointed at one of us we’d cry bc we’re stressed and filled with caffeine and you’re gonna be one of us soon anyway

so don’t procrastinate, go visit and see what you like and apply! and if you’re like me and you don’t know what you want, apply to colleges who have a ton of majors available. they’re more flexible and will be able to help you in the future if you decide you want to change your major.

do all those stupid, silly school events. if your high school experience didn’t completely suck so far and you’ve got a decent handful of friends, go do the stupid school events because it’s the last time you’re going to be able to do it with them. college has a bunch of more silly events, sure, but those are gonna be with different people!

hang out with your friends outside of school. do stuff on the weekends, your seniors!!! go out, have movie nights, have sleepovers, bask in your youth while you can because after high school is fun i promise you, but there is a difference between high school fun and college fun and then life fun. your high school fun is fleeting, do with it what you will. but be safe and don’t get yourself hurt, i will not condone harmful acts of foolishness. harmless acts of foolishness? thats another story

reign yourself back in when needed. have fun but if you see your grades plummeting or just not reflecting who you are than do something about it. finish high school in a way that would make yourself proud! and also let the college’s know you’re still serious. stay true to your clubs until the very end if you still enjoy them! don’t quit them just cause you want to have more fun. if your friends want to go out but you desperately need to get a good grade on a test, than don’t go out. people need to do what they need to do.

i think that’s about it! this is prob what i’d tell myself back when i was in high school so, take from it what you’d like! and again, don’t forget i’m a perfectionist

p.s. take pics with your fav teachers at graduation. or let them know how much they inspired you. they’ll appreciate it and they’ll always remember it.


Favorite Quotes from BatB (1991 & 2017)

“She warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within”
- Enchantress

“You don’t lose hope, love. If you do, you lose everything”
- Mrs. Potts

“Forever can spare a minute”
- Belle

“I let her go.”
“What, why?”
“Because he loves her.”
- fucking kills me every goddamn time

“Easy to remember, harder to move on”
- Belle

“How in the midst of all this sorrow, can so much hope and love endure?”
- Belle

“I was innocent and certain, now I’m wiser but unsure”
- Belle

“You can’t judge a person by who their father is, now can you?”
- Mrs. Potts

“It’s not until you lose everything that you can truly appreciate everything”
- Belle

“It’ll turn out all right in the end, you’ll see”
- Mrs. Potts

“I let her steal into my melancholy heart, it’s more than I can bear”
- Beast

“People say a lot of things in anger. It is our choice whether or not to listen”
- Mrs Potts

“I can feel the change in me. I’m stronger now, but still not free”
- Belle

“Can anybody be happy if they aren’t free?”
- Belle

While studyblr can be a very positive outlet for sharing academic successes, it is very important to know what to do if what you’re aiming for doesn’t happen. This is an advice post on what to do if you don’t get into the college you want to go to, the program you want to be in, or anything else goes wrong with your plans.

Finding out the bad news: Whenever and wherever you get it, you will have an initial reaction to the news, don’t fight this. If you push down what you’re feeling it will only come back more intensely at a later time. Just allow yourself to feel any disappointment or sadness and deal with the logistics later.

Figure out what to do next: While something like this may seem like the end of the world in the moment, I promise it’s not. Take a moment to asses what your options are moving forward. What are your backup plans? Remember that it’s okay to do what you think is right. If you want to change your plans, go for it. If you want to take a break and try again in a future semester, you can do that to. It’s all up to you to figure out what will make you the happiest.

Don’t be embarrassed: In this situation it is perfectly natural to feel embarrassed. You’ve probably spent a good amount of time telling friends and adults your plans only to now have to take them back. In my own experience every time I had to do this I felt like they were judging me for it, but I promise this isn’t true. In reality, they probably just want you to succeed and  aren’t judging you at all for this.

Move on: No matter what you choose to do for your future, you can’t dwell on this event. Spending your time focusing on what could I have done differently? and why didn’t they choose me? isn’t healthy and helps nobody, especially not you.

I know that this is going to be rough and I’ve experienced it myself, but you’re going to get through it. There’s a whole world of possibilities and you may find that what you initially wanted to do isn’t what you want in 6 months from now. It’ll all be okay in the end.

anonymous asked:

My mental health has been horrible last couple of years cause of a toxic relationship. I made my best friend very proud today. I have decided to leave the relationship no matter how bad the guy trys to make me feel ir his friends try to make me feel. I'm finally taking myself into consideration for once. Now I wont be judged when I regress I can be happy when little once again 😊😊😊😊 just wanted to share with someone and all mods and other littles here amazing.

!!!!!!!!!!! i’m so happy for you, honey!! *hugs* congratulations, you made the right choice 💕💕💕 best wishes for the future!

-mod kayla

Rewind (Part Four)

Pairing: Lin x Reader

A/N: Yes, the final part is here! I want to thank @hamiltrashy1776 for this request, it’s seriously been one of the most fun to write stories I’ve ever done. Thank you everyone who commented and reblogged and liked all the parts so far, you guys make my heart leap and I’m so thankful for each and every one of you. Alright, enjoy y’all!

You refused to look over at Lin, he’d no doubt notice how flustered you had become and possibly (not so) subtly hint at, “Oh (Y/N), do you need some air? Is it too hot in here?” Yeah. No.

“I’m, I’m going to go back and check the prop room, I think I uh dropped some candles.” You said, quickly standing and smoothing out your sweater, trying not to take into account how both boys stared. Alexander has preobably never seen a woman in pants just out in the public. Right. A part of you hoped for that to not be the only reason he was staring.

“We’ll be here.” Lin called as you walked through the rows of seats. “Need help?”

“Nope! Show him indoor plumbing or something.” You half-joked, pushing through the door, quickly closing and slumping against it.

A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you rested your head against your knees. Come on (Y/N), keep it together. Remember; he’s a guy- scratch that- DEAD guy who you’re still not even sure how the hell he got here. 

Now you could definitely see why Angelica couldn’t stop whatever her and Alexander had. She must’ve known it wrong, must’ve felt it deep down, but those eyes of his and such eloquent speech, it was no wonder she didn’t give it up until the Reynolds Affair.

Your heart panged. Right, this was pre-Reynolds Alexander. Pretty much pre-everything Alexander. The bags under his eyes were only light lines, only noticable if you took the time to stare at them and take note. Kind of like how Lin’s got if you finally forced him to-


You scrambled to your feet and began nervously pacing, your hand reaching up to rub at your lips while you contemplated.

Everything about Alexander, you were comparing to Lin. His speech, his posture, even his damn height. Maybe you weren’t “falling” for Alexander at all. Maybe you were just…

Falling deeper for Lin. 

You didn’t want to admit it, because then it’d be real. Then that would make whatever you felt for Lin hurt even more because, well, he was Lin Manuel Miranda. And you were you. You thought with a bitter smile. Only a temporary ensemble member who he’d probably never remember ten or even five years from now. 

You held back the tears threatening to spill and made some noise of frustration. Where the hell was the damn rain? You looked to the small window to your right and saw only dim flashes of lightning and heard the occassion grumble of thunder. Must be a lightning storm then

Great, just when you could use some calming. Whatever. Now that you had made this revelation (that wasn’t really a revelation at all), it was time to face the music. After all, you couldn’t really hide and pretend to be looking for candles that you didn’t need forever.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and grabbed the door, swinging it open and taking a step into the dimly lit auditorium. 

Alexander and Lin looked like mirror-images of each other, cross-legged and hunched over the laptop that sat between them. A small smile took hold as you leaned against a seat in the back, watching them work together on something. Alexander was pointing to the screen, and each time he did this he looked to be making a suggestion or correction, and Lin would enthusiatically fix it, a giddy smile on his own face. You chuckled quietly, shaking your head. Of course he would have Alexander look over his writing. 

“What’re you having him look over Lin?” you stepped onstage and Lin shut the laptop. Weird.

“Oh-uh, nothing. Just showing him Google.” He put on a strained smile. 

“But the electricity’s out, how’re you getting wifi?” The only thing that worked on his “entire life” without wifi was Microsoft Word, how the hell was he getting on Google?

Alexander stood and beamed, striding towards you. “I don’t know of this wifi, but your friend has shown me Google, it’s a beautiful place, one of which I’ve never had the pleasure of taking a trip to but I do hope to someday. Maybe I shall take my Eliza once I return to New York.” He grandly exclaimed.

Your heart grew, as did your smile. Alex was trying to cover for Lin, thinking Google was a physical place to be shown. Not wanting to ruin what he thought to be a clever cover uo, you nodded, sending a knowing glance over his shoulder at Lin who seemed to have taken a particular interest in the lint on his jeans. 

“You should. It’s quite the place, right Lin?”

He hummed in agreement, not lifting his eyes from his legs while his hand picked non-existent pieces of lint. You didn’t give it much thought, you knew you’d get it out of him sooner or later. Most likely sooner.

“Oh, Lin?” Alexander turned back around to an alert LIn. “Do you mind telling me where the facilities are located? 

Lin furrowed his brows. “Facili- Ohhh,” he chuckled, standing, “You’re gonna love indoor plumming. Come on it’s this w-”

Suddenly, a great boom of thunder erupted throughout the theatre, nearly shaking it, all the while the lights shut off once more. This time, you were sure you squealed.

“Lin? Are you in front of me or behind me because I really don’t want to acciedentally punch you.” You bluntly stated.

“I’m right here next to you, to your left. Here-” You felt a warm hand interwine with yours and were suddenly glad for the mask of darkness.



“(Y/N), do you have those candles?” Lin whispered. You tried to ignore how his breath tickled your cheek and the way your heart was beating loud enough to where Lin probably heard it.

“They were right next to your laptop, besides I think I lost the matches. Hey, why’d you run up next to me when the power went out?”

“You yelled, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He gave your hand a soft squeaze. Yeah, definitely glad for the dark.

“Yeah, I was just surprised.” You mumbled. “Where’s Alexander? Is he still here?”

“Maybe he ran off when the lights-” As if on cue, the spotlight came on once more, “Went out.” He finished, looking up at the light.

You looked around, no sight of Alexander. You cleared your throat, stepping away from Lin if only to put some distance between you and his comforting touch. “I didn’t hear him run anywhere, did you?” You turned back to face Lin.

He shook his head, raising his brows. “Maybe he dissappeared just like he came.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Well considering Alexander Hamilton just stood on our stage and talked with us for a good,” You checked your phone, “thirty minutes or so, I don’t think anything’s out of the ordinary about his entrance or exit.” 

Lin bit his lip, nodding. Then, an evil grin spread across his face. “Hey, would you say that’s kind of like the Weird sisters’ entrance and exit in,” he paused for dramatic effect, “Macbeth?”

You gasped, looking around the empty stage. “Lin! How dare you bring up he-who-shall-not-be-named?”

He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Isn’t that Voldemort?”

“Well M-, he, is basically the Voldemort of theatre.” You playfully shook your head. “Talks to Alexander Hamilton once and thinks he’s unstoppable.” You tsked.

He grinned. “Actually, I prefer the title Non-Stop thank you very much.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, picking up his laptop and handing it to him. “Come on you dork, we’re going to your dressing room. It’s too weird being up here now.” You looked at the spot where Alexander stood only minutes before. Lin nodded, grabbing your hand once again and leading you off stage. “Uh, Lin, I’m good now. You don’t have to hold my hand anymore if you don’t wan-”

“I do.” He confidently stated, not looking back at you.

“Oh. Okay.” You smiled,  your blush only growing. But you had a feeling if Lin turned around right now, you wouldn’t be the only flushed one. “Lin?” You asked as you neared the dressing room.

“Yeah (Y/N)?”

“Why won’t you tell me what you were working on?”

He stopped at the door, sighing. “Am I really that obvious?” His voice was quiet, small. Not like usual Lin at all.

“Hey,” You turned him around gently, resting your hands on his shoulders, “You can share anything with me. We’ve been good friends for a few months now, you know I won’t judge.” You softly said, moving a hand to cup his cheek.

His breath hitched at the contact. “Okay. Inside.” He reached up and took the hand on his cheek, holding it in his and breaking your gaze. Your heart beat a thousand miles per minute, you prayed you wouldn’t have a heart attack before he could show you. 

He led you into the dressing room and you took note of all the Hamilton fan-art which he proudly displayed, the letters from fans and fellow stars hung all over the walls, his Hamilton costume, but there was something new your eye couldn’t help but catch. You stopped, forcing Lin to stop next to you. You pointed to a plaque above his mirror. “Did you get a new plaque?”

“No…” He let go of your hand, walking closer to read the small engraving;

“A legacy is important, but remember that the mark you make will never go away. It may fade and be forgotten, but it will stain whatever it touches forever. Be cautious, try to live in the moment. -Alexander Hamilton.”

“That’s the advice I gave him less than half an hour ago.” You said in utter disbelief. “Damn bastard stole my words and put his name next to it.” You grumbled.

Lin chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “To be fair, we did tell him we were figments of his own mind, so he probably thought he was subconciously giving himself a word of warning. So technically,” He smiled at you, “It’s his quote.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well you liked it enough to buy a plaque with it on it so,” You let him him you to his worn couch and sat down, “it had to be one of your favorites.’ You couldn’t hide the smugness in your tone nor smile.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, but he didn’t deny it. Opting instead to boot up the laptop. Right, top-secret-writing-project-reveal time.

“Okay, so uh, I worked on this on like six hours of sleep and almost no coffee and I only had Alexander go over the first part so if it doesn’t make sense I completely understand actually I don’t even know why I didn’t look this over before I decided to share it so-”

“Lin,” You scooted closer to him so that you were curled up, laying on his chest with a perfect view of the screen on his lap, “What ever you wrote will be perfect. I promise.” And you meant it. Even on Lin’s “bad” writing days he still left you breathless with mere words. 

“Okay.” He breathed, clicking on a document and moving the computer up on his lap. “Here you go.”

You focused on the screen, beginning to read.

“My dearest, (Y/N),”

You smiled.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, ‘falling in love’,

But when I think about what I’m doing,

That never comes to mind.

You see,

Falling implies that after you start,

You’ll eventually end up landing, but it’s unclear whether they’ll actually be someone there to break your fall.

With you however,

I see no uncertainty.

When I look into your eyes, I don’t get lost in them like many claim,

I find myself home.”

“Lin…” you breathed, tears springing to your eyes.

“Keep reading.” His soft voice spoke, once again his breath brushed your cheek, which you were sure were on fire.

“When you speak,

I don’t hear a chorus of angels.

I hear someone who’s kind, who’s smart, who’s geniune,

I hear the possible next twenty years or more of my life.

Your touch isn’t light and soft,

It’s strong, yet gentle.

I long to forever slip into your embrace, so that I may not only find myself home, 

But feel home as well.

Your lips aren’t rose petals,

They’re a far rarer flower,

One that only exits in the breathtaking sight that is your face.

Everything about you is rare,

Your entire being, your persona, your light.

Which makes you the most valuable living thing,

The most sought after.

I long to be the richest man alive,

But only because of you.”

When you finished, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. How could Lin say this was bad? This was…beautiful. Amazing. Incredibly sweet and romantic. 

And he’d written it just for you.

“(Y/N)?” Nervousness had crept back into his tone, and you were sure that if his arms weren’t wrapped around you he’d be messing with his hair.

You shut the laptop, sliding it gently on the floor before turning to face him, positioning yourself once more on his ches, only this time you were facing him. His eyes studied you as if trying to gauge your reaction.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He reached up and brushed a tear from your cheek, his hand lingering on your cheek.

“Lin…” You breathed.

“How was that?” He whispered, biting his lip.

“I think Eliza said it best, you and your words have left me defenseless,” You leaned up, looking at him through your lashes, “And boy,” Before you could overthink it, you pressed your lips against his, a mini-fireworks show exploding at the tension left your body and his arms tightened around you, you were sure you’d never forget the feel or taste of his lips in this moment, “You’ve got me helpless.” You breathed, resting your forehead against his.

“Give me a chance, I promise you you won’t regret it.” This time, he kissed you. The ghost of his lips etched on yours, even when he pulled away for breath.

A relaxed smile spread across your lips. 

“How could I say no to this?”

(A/N: My name isn’t Phillip, I am most definitely not a poet.)

Best thing about getting out of a relationship is now I can search for Miss Right again. Or wait no I can party it up and get drunk without someone on my back. Don’t have to answer to no one and can do whatever I want whenever I want. Plus I can finally be with my one true love Danny. Nothing is holding me back now. If you can’t tell I am happy to be a free single man. Judge me all you want, but sometimes it feels good to be free as hell. Off season has been going great for me, but I am ready to get back out there on that field and win another SuperBowl since no one else can touch us.