i can get a degree in this right now

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❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜
❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜
❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜
❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜
❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜
❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜
❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜
❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜
❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜
❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜
❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜
❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜
❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜
❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜
❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜
❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜
❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜
❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜
❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜
❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜
❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜
❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜
❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜
❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜
❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜
❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜
❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜
❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜
❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜
❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜
❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜
❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜
❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜
❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜
❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜
❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜
❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜
❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜
❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜
❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜
❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜
❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜
❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜
❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜
❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜

❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜
❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜
❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜
❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜
❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜
❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜
❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜
❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜
❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜
❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

Do Something Bad, Too - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics, nsfw content (aka orgasms)

A/N: its finally here! sorry for taking like 30000 years but i got there in the end! happy new year, happy holidays, i hope everyone is well and i hope you enjoy this part!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When you were in the army, you decided that you would never, ever chose an Alpha as a mate. You were surrounded by the worst kind day in day out - and, sure, when you moved companies nobody knew you were an omega thanks to the suppressants, but that just meant they felt like they could say all their shitty opinions about omegas in front of you as if you wouldn’t be offended.

In your opinion, 99% of Alphas were pigs and had zero respect for you no matter how successful you were, or how many suppressants you took. The past few weeks, however, have made you seriously reconsider that percentile.

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Night Shifts. [Smut]

A/N; I am so sorry that this took me ten million years to write. This wouldn’t have been possible without the bad influences in my life! ( @we-are-like-a-timebomb ,  @writing-obrien . @dumbass-stilinski and the wonderful @mandylove1000 <3 ) Enjoy! xoxo 

Pairing: StuartxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,716

Listen to this.

Originally posted by never-ever-stop-for-anyone

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TalesFromYourServer: Surprisingly, I have no control over the sun.

So, not a server. But I bring you a story from the hosting side of the food industry! Hopefully this is acceptable. This happened three years ago and it is still the story I tell people when they try to tell me, “Oh, hosting isn’t that bad!” Obligatory mobile/formatting issues disclaimer.

I work in a theme park. That means lots of people, and lots of entitlement. My old restaurant (it’s no longer there, Rest In Peace) was very popular every day, often making us reservation only. If we weren’t, we had at least a 45 minute wait. (By this point we had started refusing walk ins after we got to an hour because people would just get too rude.) People would wait that long, and then get so incredibly entitled because they “waited so long.” We also were all outside with limited shade…which means a lot of sunny tables.

One summer day, I believe it was about 100 degrees, I was checking people in. On warm, sunny days we would tell people, “Just so you know, we are an all outdoor restaurant. That means there is a good chance you will end up sitting in the sun. If you get to your table and want something shadier, there will be an additional wait.” Some people complained. Some people realized that…you know…duh. And some people would claim to understand, and then get pissed later. This story is about the last option.

I check in a woman who seemed to be in her mid 40’s. She’s quoted a 45 minute wait and I give her the above spiel. She agrees, takes her pager, and sits down. After 40 minutes she gets called and seated at her sunny table. She says nothing to the host who seats her, so they assume it’s fine and come back down.

Two minutes later, she comes storming down, cuts the line of people, and starts yelling. She will be “EW” for Entitled Woman…and also because EW.

EW: HOW DARE YOU ALL, WHAT KIND OF CUSTOMER SERVICE IS THIS? Me: …I’m sorry? EW: You make me wait 40 minutes, and then YOU DARE seat me in the sun? Me: …Ma'am, when you were checked in you were told your table may be sunny. But if you want to wait longer we can get you something in the shade. EW: NO. NO ONE told me that. So I will NOT be waiting longer. Me: I’ve been in this spot all day. I checked you in. I’m sorry you don’t remember, but I did tell you. I’ve told everyone today. And we simply do not have any tables in the shade right now. EW: It is 100 degrees outside! How DARE you expect me to sit in the sun after standing around in it all day?

And then I snapped.

Me: I am aware how hot it is. I’ve been standing directly in the sun for six hours. You don’t need to explain that to me. But unless you know a way to turn off the sun, I can’t help you without having you wait. We have nothing in the shade.

And then she stormed off. She wasted all that time, and didn’t even eat with us. I will never understand people who do this. Like… I told you. And what do you expect me to do? I do not control the sun.

By: totallypandacoffee

black sails characters as memes

flint: we die like men

silver: get you a man who can do both 

anne: how about i do anyway?

max: self care is x

jack: me an intellectual

eleanor: cash me ousside howba dah 

vane: nut button

black beard: surprise motherfucker

rogers: damn daniel

thomas: cinnamon roll

miranda: take a fucking sip babes

madi: bitch i might be

billy: 1000 degree knife

randall: *stuffing bread sticks into purse* i have to leave right now immediately

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anonymous asked:

EVEN WILL BE FINE YOU TAKE THAT BACK TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW.. 😭😭😭😭😭 I know I've always known Even was gonna be hurt this series.. Leave me alone. You Better love on him in your fic I CAN'T TAKE THIS

LISTEN IM CRYINNNGG!!
I’m just interpreting the teaser. In Noora’s teaser, Julie basically hinted at the entire S2 plot.
If we follow that same logic, she’s telling us what will happen:
- Sana causes Noora to trip (one can assume Sana does some scheming thinking it’s in Noora’s best intention but like.. nah…)
- Shit goes down
- Everybody kind of gets affected to different degrees (domino effect)
- (The song says Sana has good intentions)
- Even bleeds (basically gets hurt the most lmfao) (but Isak is there for him)
- lMFAO BRB GONNA KMS

  • ❝ at what point did we as a society decide it was okay to put your fucking make up on with a paintball gun?? ❞  
  • ❝ I’ll alert the media shall I? ❞
  • ❝ Jesus fucking christ it’s only wednesday. ❞
  • ❝ what time is it acceptable to start drinking? ❞
  • ❝ i woke up murderous today, I don’t even know why. ❞  
  • ❝ is it coffee time yet? ❞  
  • ❝ she does realise it’s dress down, not dress like a hooker, right? Maybe someone should tell her. ❞  
  • ❝ i volunteer as tribute. ❞  
  • ❝ i done it last week I don’t volunteer as tribute. ❞
  • ❝ well that’s an hour of my life I’m never getting back. ❞  
  • ❝ i really hope no one listens to that call I muted him twice to call him an asshole. ❞
  • ❝ look, a mocha is not coffee. It’s chocolate masquerading as coffee and frankly I’m offended. ❞  
  • ❝ what the fuck is wrong with people? ❞
  • ❝ why are people so stupid? ❞
  • ❝ what kinda fucking moron barbecues inside? ❞  
  • ❝ no it’s fine, I love doing other people’s jobs. ❞  
  • ❝ what kind of magic sorcery is that?? ❞
  • ❝ oh my god when will this day end?? ❞
  • ❝ I’ve already accepted that i’m going hell, so fuck it, i’m in. ❞
  • ❝ is it friday yet? ❞
  • ❝ shouldn’t evolution have weeded out that kind of thing by now? ❞
  • ❝ i emailed you, ignore it until i come talk to you. ❞
  • ❝ where the fuck did he get his degree, a christmas cracker?? ❞
  • ❝ i can’t even look at you right now. ❞
  • ❝ i’m so angry i could punch babies, i mean not literally, babies are cute, but people. i could punch people. ❞
  • ❝ i like ruining peoples lives, it’s fun. ❞
  • ❝ i’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that. ❞
  • ❝ fuck my actual life. ❞
  • ❝ oh my god, it’s too early for this shit. ❞
  • ❝ yeah — can you like, say that again because i know i look like i was listening but i honestly have no idea what you just said. ❞
Fourth Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third

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She hadn’t decorated that year. She’d flown out to California with her mother several days before Christmas and wasn’t supposed to return until just before New Year’s so she made the executive decision to leave her decorations in the closet.

Mulder had also refrained from decking her place out in her absence.

It was fairly difficult for him.

But then he got the phone call, had to fly out to her and all manner of holiday cheer was forgotten, shoved to the wayside in the wake of news he never expected to turn out anything but bad.

Now, they were just leaving the airport, January 3rd and the world depressed around them. They rang in the New Year piecing together a funeral, Scully holding him at arms’ length while she pushed her mother away completely, choosing to sit idly in his hotel room rather than face champagne, fireworks and Dick Clark. He’d cracked open the mini-bar in the room and paid an exorbitant amount to help Scully drink her sorrows down, drowning them for a few precious minutes in cheap whiskey and off-brand gin.

They’d left for their plane right from the church, Scully having once again told her mother that she was fine traveling home without her. Maggie had been not-so-subtly hinting about staying a few extra days with her new grandson and given Scully couldn’t picture being trapped on a plane beside her mother for six hours minimum, she paid extra, informed her mother she was leaving with Mulder and walked away, trying not to think about the funeral they would have to attend first.

The flight was quiet but not awkward, surprising given the last two weeks of their lives. Mulder, to his astonishment, felt a small, cold hand slide over his arm, her fingers fitting between his like they were meant to be there, as they took off. He didn’t react, thought, except to twist his hand upside-down, palm to palm, weaving knuckles, warming bone.

Disembarking the plane, they entered the insanity of National Airport and Mulder all but curled himself around her, blocking her from running passengers, shopping bags, backpacks, rogue rolling luggage, that mumbling guy that seems to be in every airport they’ve ever been in, just wearing a different hat. Guiding her to baggage claim, he grabbed their bags, clearing a path she trailed close behind in as they aimed towards his car.

Finally, eventually, they were on the road, Scully small in her seat, Mulder quiet in his, until, “is it strange that it feels like it was never Christmas?”

Worrying his cheek between his teeth, he shook his head, “not really. I mean, you got out there and the world went weird, then surprising then completely terrible and now you’re back home in January and you never had time to stop and realize it was Christmas.”

Head back against the seat, she let her face fall towards the window, away from her partner, “I don’t want to go home, Mulder.”

“Then we won’t.” Instead, he took them to his apartment, opening her door for her, taking her hand as she stepped up the curb. Soon, they were in his place, door safely locked behind them, Mulder gently guiding her towards the bedroom, “go take a nap. I’ll go back out and get some food for this place and when I get back, we’ll have dinner and watched Christmas movies until March.”

She had a protest crawling up her throat but it never saw the light of day as she nodded, defeated by the world and uncomfortable in her own skin. Walking first out of her shoes, then pulling off her sweater to reveal Mulder’s Care Bear t-shirt she had stolen, loaned back and commandeered once again, she made it under the covers before she began to cry. Watching her from the doorframe, he gave her a minute while he pulled his own shoes off, relinquished his overhead, closed the blinds to the falling twilight as well as the soon-to-be-glowing streetlights. Finding the box of Kleenex in the living room, he set it beside her on the nightstand, then leaned into her, hand on the mattress, “do you want some company or would you like me to go find some food?”

Her non-committal, soggy, shoulder shrug gave him his answer and without another syllable, he climbed up and crawled right over her, jostling her, accidently-on-purpose rolling her onto her back, t-shirt chest smushing her nose, blankets all bunched by the time he went horizontal beside her. She was still crying but her lips were curled up instead of down and that was progress in his book.

Once he’d gotten under the covers, straightened them, made sure they were tucked around her opposite shoulder tightly, he manhandled her lightly, rolling her the rest of the way towards him, tucking her head against his shoulder, “hit me if you want me to go away.”

Then he cried with her.

&&&&&&&&&&&

It seemed hours until she finally fell asleep, the last bottled up 11 days pouring forth in an ugly catharsis of Kleenex, sobbing hiccups and soaking wet cotton until she finally passed out, mouth open, nose congested, eyes so puffy he’d be surprised if she could see anything the next morning.

He wouldn’t trade her for a damn thing.

Inching out of the bed, he got his shoes back on and disappeared out the door, food and other things on his to-do list.

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It was well after midnight before he fell asleep on the couch and after 3am before he felt the softest of kisses on his cheek, then the heavier of kisses on his mouth. The quiet ‘thank you’ made him open his eyes, deciding he would be a terrible person if he followed her mouth for another kiss but the debate was there, the contemplation, then, her lips on his again, just the corner of his mouth but it held warmth and promise and tasted a little like Almond Chicken sauce.

“You found dinner.”

“I did find dinner.” Sitting on the coffee table, she leaned forward, elbows on knees, “and I found Christmas.”

Smiling so wide his eyes disappeared in crinkles, “I couldn’t let you not have Christmas.”

Scully pointed over her shoulder, “you broke into my house again. That is not the reason you have a key.”

Behind her, her tree was twinkling beside Mulder’s desk, lights, ornaments, stockings, candy canes all stolen from her hall closet and apparently transferred, while she was dead asleep, from her place to his and set up, spewing forth Christmas joy where there hadn’t been any when she went to sleep.

“I do that.”

“I see you added garland. Where in the world did you get garland after Christmas?”

“Magical elves and post-holiday blow-out sales. I could have also bought 1.2 miles of Christmas lights for $.60.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Where the hell would I hang 1.2 miles of Christmas lights?”

“We could have made it work.”

Sitting up, he patted the couch beside him, “come here.” She scooted to him before he continued, “how’s your head?”

“Throbbing. How do my eyes look?”

“Squinty.”

Her barriers were still down, as they tended to be more and more around him and without pretense, she shifted her legs over his lap and leaned into his upper arm, “I found the new ornament.”

It was a glittery snow globe of Santa on a beach, feet up, reindeer lolling on his back in the sand.

“Bought it a few weeks back and was just gonna slip it in your box when I was over next and then, well, this seemed better.”

Hugging his arm next, “I love it. Thank you very much.”

Once his arm started moving, he wasn’t about to stop it and soon, it was around her shoulders, his feet on the coffee table, his other hand on her knee. Giving it a small squeeze, “I think we should pretend that we are couch potatoes whose world extends no further than this apartment.”

“Can it extend into tomorrow maybe?” Looking at her watch, “we only have 3 hours until we are supposed to leave for work.”

“Are you suggesting Christmas hooky?” Simply nodding her ‘yes’, he ‘hmm’d’ his agreement in his throat, then rested his head against the top of hers, “any of that Chinese food left?”

Muscles tightening to stand, he held her in place instead, “that wasn’t a hint to go get me food. I’ll get something later. Right now, I like you here and me here and … I like us … right here.”

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He was almost back asleep, head heavy on hers, when he heard her say something. Not opening his eyes, “what?”

“How can I miss her? I knew her for less than two weeks.”

“But she was your daughter. Doesn’t matter how long you knew her.”

“How do I know if I miss her as a person or as an idea?” He could hear the waver in her voice, “what am I supposed to do now?”

“Right now,” turning her in a twisty, contorted, shifting, sliding kind of way, he managed to get them both lying on the couch without either falling on the floor, “I think you should stop thinking and close your eyes,” gripping her and turning her a few degrees until her hip wasn’t digging in his parts, “and listen to my voice while I tell you,” now running his finger lightly over her eyebrows and forehead, “a story,” moving his finger over her cheek and chin, “about how Santa is really an alien.”

“Mulder.

“Yeah?”

“I really wanted to keep her.”

Squeezing her tightly to him, he mumbled into her hair, “I know you did.”

British Invasion | 4

Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone.
Author’s Notes: This is a short filler chapter that just covers the party and what happens that same night right after. The next chapter will be longer. *Also side note, I know in the show Riley doesn't turn 18 until like December but in this universe her birthday already passed and she’s already 18 - just to make my life easier lol.*
Chapter Four: “The damage is done.”
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 
Word Count: 1,710

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There was still something there. Lucas felt it in his bones the second she turned to face him.

He hadn’t been in Riley’s room since before she moved away. Three years later he finds himself falling back into old habits. See, when Riley was away in London it was easy to distract himself. She wasn’t there to hold his gaze or steal his attention away. But now that she was back he found himself looking for her in the halls, watching her across the lunch room, glancing at her during class, things he thought he had gotten out of his system.

He looks around her room, not ready to walk out into the party just yet. She still hadn’t finished unpacking. In the corner were a pile of brown boxes all with miscellaneous labels. He noticed she didn’t have a bay window, although there was a strategically placed lounge chair right in front of one, overlooking the city. Her walls were a faded coral color and her comforter was plain and white with a lace detailing along the hem and on top laid multiple throw pillows of different size, color and texture. It was different than he was used to but still felt like Riley.

One thing in particular catches his eye, on her nightstand there was a copper framed picture leaning up against her alarm clock. He slowly walked over to get a better look at it, his eyes immediately go to Riley. She was wearing a bathing suit, her skin was perfectly tanned like she had been basking in the sun all week and on her face she wore a wide grin. But next to her was someone he didn’t recognize. A guy sat rather close to the stunning brunette, arm draped around her shoulders with his head thrown back with laughter like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

For whatever reason it hadn’t occurred to him that while he was moving on with Avery, Riley could’ve been moving on as well and it was apparent in that photo that she had.

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Sugar Daddies and Finals...

With finals in the next few weeks my stress level is through the roof. I really have to watch what you say out of stress to your Sugar Daddies because they’ll think you’re too stressed to hang out with them. I’m a nursing student, this shit ain’t easy. I wish Sugar Daddies just understood that if you get me for a few hours or even dinner, that they could just be happy…Four weeks that all I’m asking. 

They get all weird if you can’t spend the AMPLE amount of time with them when THEY want it but LOW AND BEHOLD they can travel for weeks without paying you and think it’s okay…..

UGHHHHHHHHH! 

1) Finding Sugar Daddies that are in your field of study is God sent.

Blink is a doctor, Feline Felix is a dentist… they get it. Tony Louboutin helps people buy planes…. Although he understands he wanted to wait till I was finished, aka you want to find someone else to ease your sexual tensions for money. lol Smooth recoveries right there. 

2) Make sure you have a good vanilla job to cover if you can’t see your SD.

When I first started as a Sugar Baby, I didn’t NEED the money because of my vanilla job (that I left eventually) I just wanted fun money and cool shit that I could never afford on my own. Serving or bartending a good vanilla job. You don’t have to claim cash tips OR you do and slip in the Sugar Baby allowance you get as proof of income. (You’re welcome…goodbye IRS audits). Right now I’m looking to get out of my sports bar and back into a better paying job to pay for stuff myself again.  

3) Your Sugar Daddy’s are temporary but your degree is FOREVER. 

Remember that. Get your shit in gear and get that degree! 

Sometimes I have to put that into perspective myself. If losing an Sugar Daddy income over good grades happens, oh well. My degree will eventually pay me WAY more than a Sugar Daddy can and I can rely on myself than these greedy, flaky sugar daddies one day. 

4) In the meantime…

Send your daddies extra love, sexy pictures whatever to make up for your absence. The good Daddies will understand completely. 

Hope this helps and GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINALS! 

I love you all xoxoxox

-sbmisstaylor

anonymous asked:

I suffer from depersonalization and derealization from being hyper vigilant. Due to this, it's caused depression that I can't seem to fix. I try calming techniques but nothing seems to be working, any suggestions?

Calming techniques alone won’t be able to heal the deep wounds and pain that dp/dr are protecting you from. You have to get at the root of it all. You have to get to the reason why your body and mind feel you need protection. You have to get to the reason why you are on edge and vigil.

Trauma will plunge your body into these states of hyper-vigilance and detachment. Either a single incident or prolonged trauma. Bullying, not feeling safe with people you should feel safe around and just abuse or neglect over a period of time will lead your body into these states. It’s simply how the body handles these things and is armor for you against future or unresolved things. Your body knows nothing of time –all is happening now in the body and the the body will literally experience the same trauma over and over again; the same intense feelings over and over again, until that trauma is resolved. The dp is a protection for you from those repeating feelings, you unconsciously numb yourself to them because you aren’t able to take them all in. So getting to that initial or deeply held trauma is key in all of this. Gettting in touch with that younger you that was hurt and never able to work through it is key. Loving that younger you is key as well. It starts there. Meditation, mindfulness and other techniques can get you in touch with this moment now and get you to realize that now, you are ok, now there is no danger, but resolving that old hurt will be what helps your body and mind lay down the armor that is dp and dr.

I speak from my experience with these these things and I am NOT a doctor or psychologist, I have no medical degree or training with these things. So don’t take my word over theirs. I just write what my intuition tells me about you and from my experience and I hope it’ll point you in the right direction.

Feel free to keep in touch,

~greg

anonymous asked:

I think you might have answered a question like this before, but if the gang was in a modern day environment, what type do you think they'd want to go to college for (if they did)? And why?

Huh, I don’t think I actually have officially talked about this! Let’s go!

Hiccup: Computer Science.

Hiccup is an extraordinary inventor canonically. He creates technology that is well beyond his time. For this reason, I truly believe that a modern AU Hiccup would delve deep into the technology of this time, too. There are of course many different types of technologies in our contemporary society, but I feel as though computers are where Hiccup is going to be. 

First off, we know that Hiccup is someone who is talented with the physical sciences. His inventions require a lot of knowledge of physics. While Hiccup does have interest in biological sciences as well (his love of dragons!), I feel as though one of the fields in the physical sciences is where he can apply his love for invention the most. The things Hiccup creates - shields, saddles, weapons - fall more into a physical sciences category.

Computer technology is also where many incredible advancements are being made currently. Hiccup would be able to start playing around with computers at a young age (another reason why he’d be interested in this field specifically). Just as Hiccup started working at Gobber’s shop at a young age and that influenced how he invented things canonically, so Hiccup would at a young age begin to tamper around with computer technology. He would be able to learn how to program things in the middle school and high school. He could craft his own monumental ideas right from home with the resources he has.

It’s incredibly easy for me to see Hiccup as a techie. He could be that nerd who gets hired by his university’s IT department to help debug other student laptops or show teachers how to turn on their darned projector. He could work for some company like Google or HP or Apple or Android or who-knows-what. But since computer technology is changing so rapidly in this day and age with the latest creative inventiveness, it seems like this is exactly the place where Hiccup would go. So Computer Science major it is!

Fishlegs: Zoology –> Veterinarian Medicine.

Other life sciences like Botany, Ecology, or Biology would also work very well for Fishlegs. We know he likes plants and learning all sorts of things about how living things work. But being as we see Fishlegs’ greatest excitement focusing around dragons, I imagine that Zoology could be a good match for him in his undergraduate years. In this sort of degree, Fishlegs could specifically study non-human living creatures and all their wonderful adaptations.

I could see Fishlegs going along a Pre-Vet track. Various degrees could get him to his eventual goal of vet school. I know people who have entered vet school with degrees like Microbiology, for instance. But I feel like Fishlegs would get straight to the point - there are certain species of animals he loves, and he wants to learn about them now. It is to note that entering vet school is extremely competitive… but being as Fishlegs is a bit of a scholar, I imagine he’d still try and go for it. He has enough passion for animals and a lot of academic things going for him that he could successfully enter veterinarian medicine for his graduate studies.

I imagine Fishlegs would be best suited as a small animal vet as versus large animal or exotic. I’ve got several reasons for this… First, Meatlug acts rather dog-like. This could translate to Fishlegs adoring dogs in a modern AU. Second, large animal veterinarians have a different approach to treatment than small animal vets. Large animal has to take care of entire herds of livestock… small animal is about taking care of pets. Though it’s harder to get into small animal, Fishlegs is happiest when he’s around his companion Meatlug, so pets is where he’d be. I could maaaaybe see a variation where he goes into exotics and tries to work in a zoo setting, given as he does have interest in dragons in their natural habitats, but by and large I think small animal fits his personality and interests best.

So Fishlegs has a long academic road ahead of him! Let’s wish him luck. ^.^

One more thing: Fishlegs in his undergraduate years has the potential to double major or get a minor. Fishlegs is also someone who would have a strong appreciation for the arts and humanities. We know he tries to write poems for Meatlug. An English or Creative Writing minor? It’s a possibility. Even something like History wouldn’t be out of scope (though I imagine he probably just takes one or two electives on that topic for that one).

Heather: Chemistry.

This admittedly is mostly going after Heather’s characterization as she appears in School of Dragons. I know that it’s a bit divergent from her choices, experiences, and characteristics in DOB/RTTE, but putting her as a chemist still doesn’t seem that odd to me.

Heather doesn’t strike me as a life sciences, humanities, business, or arts individual. She doesn’t seem to have inclinations towards those sorts of interests. Physical sciences seem more up her alley to me.

I also suspect that “will I get a job” will factor into Heather’s choice of major. Heather’s had a tough canonical life and she wants to fight for something better. Though she gets emotionally wearied, we do see that she’s willing to even do things like steal from others to “donate” to the people who lost their homes. This suggests she could be willing to drive herself hard, and she is someone who doesn’t want her life to be terrible forever. Her solution would be to pick a degree that she thinks is “practical,” has some reputation, but also isn’t what she would consider “intimidating.” (Note: majors are not actually harder based upon society’s strange perceived notions of value and whether or not it’s science. Don’t get me STARTED on the rigor of my Music Composition degree!)

For an alternate, I could see Heather pursuing Journalism. Heather has first-hard experienced some terrible things about society. Maybe, with the right circumstances in a modern AU, she would want a job in journalism to expose the injustices she has seen and lived.

Eret: Accounting.

I don’t know exactly which business degree Eret would attain (Accounting sounds best to me right now), but I do feel as though business makes sense for him. Eret in HTTYD 2 works as a dragon trapper. He’s got a sense of negotiation and doing what needs to be done to get business continuing smoothly between himself and Drago. Eret is about doing the work at hand and translating that into the best possible resources and security for himself.

Business can of course be very cerebral, but one of the things that is attractive about it is practicality. It’s a degree with a set goal of going into business and doing work to directly translate practice into financial success. Eret would like to get straight to the point. Something like History would likely feel irrelevant to him - what would he do with it? But he’d know what he could do in the school of business and how to make that work out nicely for him.

Astrid: Anatomy and Physiology -or- Engineering.

I’m going to give two answers based upon two different lines of reason.

The one that people might be most comfortable with, and feel resonates most with her current character, is that Astrid gets a degree in Anatomy and Physiology or some other related Health degree. With this degree, Astrid can be a physical trainer, physical therapist, or some other related profession by which she helps people become stronger physically. As a trained athlete but someone also with the ability for empathy and compassion, this sort of field could work well with her. She can’t exactly fight people as a warrior in our modern society, but she can help other people fight to become in better shape. That’d work great for her.

So that one might be the most intuitive and comfortable response to give Astrid for a major. I’ll give one alternate suggestion along a different line of reasoning. I feel a little weirder saying “Engineering” for her, but I’ll explain why that’s the other possibility I’m suggesting. If you don’t like it, just chill with Anatomy and Physiology.

Now, Astrid is someone who fits in well within society’s current parameters. She can adjust to become successful based upon what society values. Both intelligent and smart, I feel like Astrid is someone who could succeed at whatever she wants to do. This means that I suspect that Astrid, in a modern world, would select a degree that she feels contributes greatly to the community and is widely respected by society.

I also suspect that family history could play into a role for what Astrid chooses degree-wise. Fearless Finn Hofferson probably was a big deal before the Flightmare. The Hoffersons could have been esteemed warriors for all we know - and in fact, maybe there are some hints that they are? Astrid takes pride in wielding her mother’s axe during Dragon Training, and she already seems to have been trained by the time she enters the ring. How could Astrid have already known how to handle an axe? It would probably be family teaching her and honing her abilities, training her well from a very young age. Astrid is aware her parents’ war is about to become hers, she takes a lot of time and effort training… one reason Astrid is so dedicated in Dragon Training could be because that’s how she was brought up.

Astrid’s family in a modern world would want to instill hardworking values on their daughter at a young age, just as they might have done with her axe training in canon. From the engineering families I know (and I guess I know a lot of them), they tend to take a lot of concern about their kids’ education. They want to train their kids to be successful in school, even if the kid doesn’t end up following the same occupational course they do. But since canon Astrid cares that “our parents’ war is about to become ours,” it could be the case that Astrid’s engineering occupation instills her with the interest to carry on that work, as well.

If you’re anything like me, you probably think this degree assignment feels weird. Maybe even very weird. I admit that even as I am giving reason for why Astrid would get a degree like this, I feel awkward saying so. It’s potentially because it’s so different from the Astrid we know on Berk. She’s a warrior on Berk. How could a warrior end up with a degree like this? For me, even though it feels odd, I’m still giving this answer because context, context, context is important. In a modern AU context, being a warrior isn’t what pays. Sure, Astrid probably really enjoys athletics, but I don’t think she would be comfortable with the idea of trying to become a professional athlete (while some people definitely laud young athletes, lots of other people would poo-poo the idea for this as a career, and Astrid wouldn’t like that). In a modern AU, where Astrid can do her best fighting and succeeding is in very different occupations. I’m not saying she’d like the degree, but her motivation for choosing it I think is solid enough, even if we feel a little odd associating her with “engineer.”

As far as what type of engineering? Take your pick. There are so many types of engineering out there, but I can see her going different routes, so if you want aerospace or civil or mechanical or whatever, sure! I think it’d fulfill Astrid’s desires of college whichever one you pick.

Snotlout: Open Option –> College Dropout.

Frankly, I imagine that the reason Snotlout would enter college at all is because of familial pressure. Snotlout does care what Daddy thinks, and while Spitelout isn’t some raging academic, he’s someone who cares about success and status. In our modern society, success has been oddly coupled with “your kids go to college.” Snotlout would have a better chance of getting a high-paying job, yada yada yada, aka, Snotlout should go to college. So because of the pressure, that’s what Snottykins does. He applies, gets accepted, starts college.

I don’t think that Snotlout would finish his degree. Snotlout might drop out of college before he even chooses what his degree will be. I could see Snotlout entering college as an open option, thinking that he’ll figure out his degree as he goes along and becomes “inspired.” He takes a disparate selection of classes, lots of random topics that fulfill general graduation requirements, everything from History of Hip Hop to Philosophy of Science Fiction. He avoids the hard classes (no Calculus II for this guy). While the hip hop class is sort of fun, nothing grabs him. He parties a bit too much, screws up his sleep schedule, slacks off, procrastinates, watches his grades drop. Eventually, Snotlout can’t care enough about college. He drops out within a few semesters.

Tuffnut: English Literature.

Tuffnut could be an individual who chooses not to college. I could certainly see him as someone who doesn’t enter the university. But, if he does, I think it would be in English Literature. Theatre is another option. Maybe a minor in Philosophy if he actually extended the effort, though I doubt he would.

Tuffnut is an individual with a notable amount of vocabulary. He’s actually very good with words - the more you study him throughout the franchise, the more you realize this is an area in which he is very strong, intelligent, and talented. A language-centric field is where he would find his (relative) interest and strengths. 

English Literature sounds like the best bet for Tuff. I don’t think Tuffnut would be as interested in doing something like Creative Writing where he has to do a lot of original writing himself, but reading up on others’ works and making opinionated comments about it could be his thing. I don’t find it that hard for Tuffnut to enjoy and start gallantly shouting Shakespeare. I think that English Literature makes sense over other types of literature… he’d stick with a field that’s in his own language and relatively close to home.

Whether or not Tuffnut finishes his degree is up in the air. I think he could finish it. He’ll never take his major extremely seriously, he’ll probably take minimal required classes, he’ll procrastinate and slack off, but he’ll get decent enough grades to pass. Tuff’s GPA won’t be spectacular, but it’d be enough to get him through the graduation ceremony. If Tuffnut decides that college is worth his time and actually enrolls, then I do think it’s possible for him to graduate.

Ruffnut: Finance.

Ruffnut would also be someone to go into a business school. I could imagine her wanting to get an Associates degree and then get out of college, but between the two twins, I imagine her more easily in a post-secondary setting. Ruffnut can be very glib and free, but she also is a little more practical minded than her brother. I could see her picking a degree that she thinks will get her a solid chance of a job, picking a degree that maybe she would think is “not objectionable” (as versus something like, say, Theoretical Mathematics… I don’t think she’d enjoy that one).

Let’s be frank. Putting her in the business school also gives us the chance in the modern AU for her to meet Eret and go gaga eyes over him. Can’t miss that storytelling chance, can we?

Hyperliberalism is going to cost Democrats Congress in 2018.

I’ve tried to not follow politics much since January 20th, but the last couple weeks have been hard to not pay attention to. The Democrats should be in strategy mode right now for a Congressional take over in 2018 so they can do what Republicans are too cowardly to do themselves: impeach Trump.

I get back on Facebook for one day to make a cool life announcement, and I’m so immediately baffled by the exponential degree to which identity politics with social justice extremists has increased. 2018 won’t be about how Trump’s follies as a ‘leader,’ or his ties with Russia, even how those ties likely got him in the White House entirely. It’ll be the same bullshit that fueled his base in 2016: everything is racist, everything is sexist.

I saw a kid post a meme on a “friend’s” wall about how straight people aren’t the problem, homophobes are, how white people aren’t the problem, racists are; how we need to drop the generalizations and focus on character. Sounds reasonable right? Fuck no, of course not. According to said social justice extremist friend, not only was it ignorant but that it was likely written by (ironically) a cishet white manbaby liberal. Also that the only correct part of the meme was about only critiquing based on character.

For one, someone needs to explain to people who think like this the fundamental idea of what the pot calling the kettle black actually means. Secondly, the meme is meant to provide a logical observation about the problem that is the growing number of extremists blaming everything on white people, men, etc. Lastly, you have to really be devoid of any level of self-awareness if you’re swaying from one pillar of “yes, we should only focus on character” to “this was written by a cishet manbaby”. Good job.

If Democrats can’t find ways to quell this sort of whining from these people, they’re going to find themselves in deep shit come 2018. But if these people’s conclusion is that “Resisting Trump” means engaging in more of the same thought and language policing that won him the Presidency in the first place, then the race is likely already lost anyway.

Rant/update/need some advice

G'day guys :)

I apologise for this rant. I’m Kinda need some advice. Well.. multiple perspective thoughts. I guess this is a general update on my life and why I can’t update my projects right now xD

I’ve lived with my family forever, and although it’s been good for the most run, things have always continued to get worse.

My dad is very much an individual who likes to see things his way. If it’s not done his way, then he blows up.

Swearing, name calling, bitching - all very emotional degrading stuff. This is not just with me, but my entire family. This has been going on for as long as I can remember. He’s always hostile towards my older sister. Like.. thy fight A LOT! And it always ends with things like … sorry for this language .. “you’re a leeching little cunt. You’d be better off dead. Talk back to me and you’re out of the door. Do this or I will make you suffer.”. Things which a father shouldn’t say to is wife and two daughters. Took him forever to accept that I wanted to do animation as a career as well.. he did not like that when I told him. Very degrading.. and hurtful.

But aside from my sister, we’ve all pantomimed to his ways forever, so he knows no other way than to be a prick to us. Even right now, when mum is recovering from her stroke that happened in January, he’s still an obnoxious prick to her. Despite the fact she says she’s afraid of him, so insists she won’t get a divorce until she feels she can justify it.

I’m at the point in my life where I’ve seen and heard enough of this crap. As has my sister. So she, myself and I will be looking for a new house once we’ve come back from our 3 week holiday in June, as we just.. can’t take anymore of this. Even my sisters fiancé thinks this is a horrible way to live and be treated.

I’m worried for my mum too. She won’t do anything as she feels he will hurt her or take all of her finances. But she says she’ll reconsider when we’ve come back. But I’m fearful of her wellbeing when we’re away. I want her to live with us, but she’s.. very persistent.

I don’t know xD

I guess I’m just thinking of what I should do? I’ll be looking for better work to buy the house and get mortgage with my sister and her fiancé. And hopefully with the commissions, I can get a bit more money together for the trip to the U.K. And for moving out; PLUS managing a degree.. xD

Sorry for this long pointless rant xD just needed to get it out of my system. It’s mainly why I can’t update on my projects right now.

All of you be safe and have an amazing day :) love you guys. Thank you for all of your continued support for me.

anonymous asked:

You Gochi fans are just attention hungry and plain stupid. It's not our fault you ship two horrible characters that has zero chemistry and nobody supports them. That's why you just have few shitty fillers in dbz and zero merchandise.

Dear anon, sorry for the late reply. As you see, I’ve a life and a job and even working to get a master degree.

So, its almost impossible to keep track of mails and even unnecessary for me to reply to nonsensical asks like you send. 

But this is the last time I’ll spare to enlighten your ignorant ass.

There are already wonderfully detailed posts about what Toriyama said and you’ll find them in my old blog. Check the link in my faq here. I’ll reblog them here too but not right now.

As well for about what you said about Goku, I can clearly see that you’re just here as a casual fan and lapping up whatever trash you find here in this cesspool of a fandom here, youtube, reddit, etc. You have never even seen the real manga, let alone buy and read it.

Or maybe you’re just too dumb. Feel free to ask any Japanese fans about their opinion since you dont even understand the manga yourself. Also read established or upcoming mangakas and illustrators and find out why a staggering number of them loves Goku.

Check out polls from old anime magazines like animage, newtype or get your hands on older copies of WSJ (tho I feel you wont since youre a miser and doesnt even support the mangaka of the work mentioned. Instead go through stupid memes and fan made videos and think them as canon). 

And even online polls too. I have even managed to screencapped the largest anime/manga voting polls by Japanese fans for 2016 and 2017 of TAAF (Tokyo Anime Award Festival) - http://animefestival.jp/ja/post/4695/

I’ll have also made posts relating to your queries. Just look them up in my blog later, theyre in queue.

P.S. whatever you’re seeing in dbs relating to any OTPs are all fillers. Except battle of gods movie and the manga part of Goku loving his strong-willed wife.

Just enjoy your OTP without being a stupid ass 😕

anonymous asked:

Please dont turn this into a discourse blog. Just reblog stuff that you find agreeable and be an example. I just want to enjoy taz and my mental health cant take all the stress of every blog fighting about which taako I'm allowed to like without fear of judgement.

I actually don’t like getting into discussions like this too often, it does stress me out to a small degree, but people were sending me asks and I felt like it was important to talk about! This is not a discourse blog, but it is something of importance going on in the fandom right now and I felt the need to comment on it and try to gain insight from other people. (Also, not to sound snarky or anything, but it’s my blog and I can do what I want with it??? Yeah, I want this to be a fun and inclusive space, but it is my blog that I personally run. You might not have meant it to sound that way, but what you said comes off as a “just sit down and shut up” kind of thing, and I’m not okay with that.)
I sympathize with just wanting to enjoy stuff and have fun with it. I do. I don’t want to “fight” either. But I don’t consider discussing important issues in a calm and mature manner to be “fighting” nor do I think it should prevent people from enjoying it. If it does stress you out, I am sorry. In my mind the goal of all of this is to make something that ALL of us can enjoy. If anything I hope you all can rest easy in that I will do my best to not post anything overly inflammatory, argumentative, mean, etc. Since I have control over my own blog space, if there is any discussion happening it will be calm and rational with a goal of listening to and learning from each other.

Got through all of Dear White People, and just…. wow. There is a lot to take in simply due to the complexities. I love how they include different stances, and viewpoints. I love The complex relationships that are on multiple different levels amongst the characters. They show some dynamic friendships, relationships where it’s more of a power team, affairs, cheating, betrayal, frienemies, father-son, wanting more out of a relationship that just isn’t going to happen, etc. The consequences to some of the actions are also more nuanced than what you see in a lot of other shows. 

They portray fragile whiteness where simply being told not to use the n-word is interpreted as an insult, and it’s escalated from there because they don’t like being told what to say by a black person, all the while claiming to be not racist. Then a naive white man who is otherwise aware of his privilege calling the cops not realizing due to his own privilege that it can make the situation worse. 

Showing the disdain that some Africans have for African Americans and the insensitivity that can form on both sides of that argument. 

Showing how difficult interracial relationships can be no matter how aware the white person is, and it made me reflect on my own shortcomings in previous relationships because I’m not always aware. I might now always say the right thing or my privilege might not always be in check. 

Honestly, though, I’m really hoping that Lionel will get some better writing into his character. While he’s complex to a degree, he’s being written with a predatory undertone where he is yearning for something more from a straight guy and repeatedly reading a little too much into normally innocent yet queer baiting situations. Meanwhile, he is being prayed upon by other men who largely fetishize him for his blackness and naivety. 

Beyond that, they play off of the male fantasy of a man sleeping with a “lesbian” who makes him the exception. So I am really hoping that in terms of queer representation in general that the show will only get better rather than stimulate some rather negative stereotypes in that regard. The rest I’m simply not going to delve too much into because it’s not my culture and so I really don’t know enough to really comment on it. 

Depending on your perspective, I’ve either been waiting to be picked up at the airport for 2.5 hours (because dad forgot when I was coming in this afternoon so I had a nice lunch and read for a while in the terminal) or I’ve been waiting for 1 hour because neither of us can figure out where the other person is or should be–to the point that Dad has needed to clarify that I’m in the right city (yes)–because I could not find arrivals due to a fundamental misunderstanding of what arrivals and departures are (I always get them backwards……like you arrive at the airport to fly to a place and then once you’ve landed you depart from the airport), so now I’m waiting in departures in 90 degree weather looking for dad and also I don’t know what his car looks like and also I’ve had to make extended eye contact with a very very large 8 foot Shrek head, yall I’m already fucking done with swamp state

How to Handle a Nico: When One Door Closes...

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki
Secondary Pairing: NozoEli
Words: ~2.3k
Rating: T? Is talk about booze and a single suggestive comment by Nozomi worth bumping things up to T?


It was over.

Nico sat in silence as she stared numbly at nothing in particular, the cityscape flashing past the windows of the train didn’t register at all.

It was all over.

Years of dreams and ambition, of hard work and dedication, and a goal that had finally been in reach, was now shattered. Almost two years of secrecy and public denial, and one mere moment of indiscretion had been captured by one of the most common devices in the nation. A moment later, it had been uploaded to the digital realm, where it spread like a wildfire; flames that continued to grow even after burning her life to the ground. And once released, the damning image would remain for eternity, regardless of attempts to remove it. It was over.

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shit that teachers have said, the starter edition.

ft. things that came out of the mouths of my own college professors or the professors of other friends part 1 of god knows how many, because college profs are hilarious


❛ you don’t get to talk about books you haven’t read. that makes you, what’s the word I’m looking for - a jackass. ❜
❛ where are my two wastrels? ❜
❛ poetry scares me, i do not understand it. ❜
❛ i’m gonna have to separate you. & by separate, i mean throw one of you out the window. ❜
❛ you want to write novels? welcome to the dark side. ❜ 
❛ well, we didn’t have a class about _____ when i was in college, so we all just had to flounder about. ❜ 
❛ ___, that’s your name, right? well, it’s your name now. ❜ 
❛ listen, teachers really like it when students come to visit in office hours, we get lonely, too. ❜
❛ as you can see, researchers have some questionable methods. ❜ 
❛ when you get high, a lot of things can happen. you could be tired, you could be disoriented, you could lose your pants, you know. ❜ 
❛ why is that experiment even in this book? it was terrible. ❜ 
❛ oh good, you’re my favorite! ❜
❛ i was wondering when you’d say a swear word, thank god you’re a normal person. ❜
❛ well, fuck that, your parents don’t run your life. ❜
❛ degrees of freedom, huh…. you know, that would be a really good novel title, but at the same time it’s so biomechanic-y….. ❜    
❛ 30% won’t answer, those are the dicks. ❜
❛ they switched everything over to online systems; they didn’t account for old people. ❜ 
❛ so, we have a teacher’s assistant to do all the things i can’t figure out. like powerpoints. ❜ 
❛ this projector’s broken, so either we end the class here, or we all suffer. ❜
❛ it’s the circle of life, i’ll hold up simba ❜
❛ i feel like i’m in jail looking at this resume ❜ 
❛ that symbol is a telephone that doesn’t exist anymore ❜
❛ don’t do the whale dance when it comes to job applications. ❜
❛ any time I hear violins & french horns in the background, it’s too much. ❜
❛ good luck to the person who teaches in here after this. it’s me. ❜
❛ check, brilliant, i don’t know what you’re talking about. ❜
❛ suddenly i’m with a burrito-making priest. ❜
❛ look, the long story short, his hobbies were self destructive behavior & sinning. ❜ 
❛ it was great, in a “i’ll never get those two hours back” kind of way. ❜
❛ i don’t want to be in the same room with that sentence. ❜