i feel like crying so bad right now

  • Aries: People hold hands? Psh I can't relate, I throw hands like a real man.
  • Taurus: [puts on fake glasses] It's time to read some hoes.
  • Gemini: Me actually liking someone? Sounds fake, I just like the validation that I'm not complete trash.
  • Cancer: I'm internally screaming right now because the one day I decide to wear makeup I keep crying. My eyelashes are clumping together and I cannot. I refuse.
  • Leo: Do you ever see the sun and you're like ... Man, I'd love to punch it because same. I want to punch the sun so hard. My only chance to be fist-kissed by a hottie.
  • Virgo: I feel bad that I don't recycle. I just can't be inspired to do it because I still feel terrible about life after doing so. [throws water bottle in recycling bin] Oh look, I still have depression!
  • Libra: I want to have a flowery aesthetic... I need a group of friends that are always willing to take pictures of frolicking through flower fields.
  • Scorpio: I love the fact that no one really knows anything about me, but it also makes me kind of sad at the same time. What is my legacy besides being the mysterious and hot one?
  • Sagittarius: The only person in this world who will never break my heart is education connection lady. She's still in 2009 singing about her education experience and I refuse to believe anything different.
  • Capricorn: I've spent 10 hours of my life listening to the education connection song. If I don't make it to college, then I may as well just die.
  • Aquarius: Other people around me are always like "I LOVE YOU! OMG, I LOVE YOU!" Meanwhile I'm just eating my imaginary popcorn thinking about how much I hate everyone.
  • Pisces: I'm eating five hour old chicken nuggets and I'm sad. I don't think I'll finish them... I have to throw them away... This is probably the worst thing I've ever done in my life.

anonymous asked:

I just failed my chemistry test (part of the 5% group of F's in my class), and all I want to do at the moment is feel depressed and cry. How do you handle failure? Like getting a bad test score?


Firstly, cry. Let it out. Screw motivational quotes, self help books and keeping composure.  Curse, scream, yell. Put on your comfiest outfit and park yourself in bed with a book, movie, music, youtube - anything that isn’t study.

There’s nothing wrong with taking a time out.

Its not like the next few hours will change your mark - so do what’s in your power right now, that being, taking care of yourself.


I’ve written about how I deal with failure on this studyblr before. See:

The first two posts include a list of resources, ranging from working professionals sharing their experiences and strategies for dealing with failure, to music recommendations, study tips and goat remixes. Something for everyone - call it my failure first aid kit.

3 Steps 

To summarise, I cycle through three broad steps: 

1. Immediately after the exam (aka ‘Fuck everything’)

  • Consider what you can do immediately after the exam. Nothing can get you back those few hours you spent in the exam room. You’re not obliged to discuss your performance with your peers, comparing answers won’t change what you’ve written.
  • Take some time off from studying - rest, recuperate, reset.

2. Upon receiving results (aka 'getting down to business’)

  • Review my exam: what areas did I do well in? What areas do I need to improve, where did I lose most of my marks? Was it a procedural error (e.g. the style of question and time limits) or was a substantive error (e.g. I didn’t understand the concept they were testing, did we even learn about titration).  I use this review to structure my study for my next exam.
  • Formal avenues of Review: was there anything that affected my exam performance? If so, am I eligible for a remark or resit? Has the assessment been fair?
  • Ask: approach teachers, lecturers to ask for feedback. How can I do better? What was a model answer?

3. Shia LaBeouf it

  • Using the strategies and information I have gathered above, its time to bite the bullet and study for the resit or my next exam.
  • If I have to cover similar content, I’ll find a new way to study the content (e.g. audio, video, mindmaps)
  • Rather than go through all the content, I’ll target the areas where I lost the most marks, whether this be by content or a particular style of question (e.g. short answer, essay)

A few things I like to keep in mind: 

Effort can betray you 

  • you can work hard and still fail. You can put in hours and hours of work and still pull up short. However, this doesn’t mean you shouldn’t continue to work diligently. The worth of hard work (the 'process’) goes beyond the result you achieve. The result doesn’t invalidate the means.

Success is not a predetermined route

  • There are many ways to achieve your goal. This assessment, no matter how much its weighted, no matter how many people tell you 'it’s the only way’ is not necessarily the only way to achieve your goal. Life isnt a series of dominos which collapse once you fail this exam. Success isn’t linear.

Self Confidence

  • Its difficult to untangle feelings of self confidence from academic performance, particularly if you’ve dedicated the majority of your life (so far!) to school etc. School is an artificial pressure cooker of constant assessments, scrutiny (and competition). Remind yourself of who you are outside of 'being a student’ - you are a friend, a kick ass baker, master procrastinator with the endurance to pull all nighters to marathon episodes of friends. Dedicate yourself to pursuing something outside (and completely independent of) school and your 'future career’. Remind yourself that you’re human.

During the immediate aftermath of a bad exam result, its difficult to simply 'get over it’. It feels like it is the 'be all or end all’ because you’ve invested so much time and effort into studying, and up til now, the direction of your life has been defined by reference to your academic journey. 

I try to keep things in perspective, for the sake of my sanity. This exam is only one in a series of exams I’ll ever take. That exam only reflected my performance at one specific time, at one specific place. It doesn’t tell the examiner who I am outside 9am-11am on a Monday morning in exam hall B. It has no bearing on my ability to be a good friend, reliable employee, awesome pet owner.

When I struggle to keep things in perspective, I find this 'Life Calendar’ by Tim Urban helps, and the Tim Minchin speech referenced in one of the links above.

 Heck, I still cry. There’s days where I spend the entire day in bed. Sometimes, my recent failures seem just as bad as that stupid quiz I failed back when I started high school - and I’m in my final year of university now. Failure at any stage is difficult because here’s the thing - you don’t have the luxury of hindsight to tell you 'things will be ok’.  

But that’s ok.

Because I’ll get up the next morning and try again. 

And again. 

And again. 

And eventually, things will change. I can’t promise that they’ll get better, but they’ll change.

You’ll get through this anon, and I wish you all the best.


♤ i’m sobbing
♤ i swear exo will be like seventy and we’ll still think they’re ten or smth

Originally posted by achenlove

♤ THIS IS OT12 BECAUSE FUCK YOU (not rly ily all)
♤ and exo-m over here like
♤ exo-k and exo-m are still alive new theory coming to your doors soon
♤ then you’re less emotional than ot12 stans still are in 2017
♤ I SWEAR ot12 makes everyone emo

Originally posted by justforluhan

♤ to everyone that says exo aren’t close as a group
♤ i’ll say believe what you want
♤ just know that popular ships are formed by “video evidence” okay
♤ seeing your dash filled with smuts
♤ “chenbaekxi circus porn smut” please
♤ i prefer “yixing chanyeol circus threesome ft. a microwavable sheep” smut
♤ don’t shame me okay it’s not like your browsing history is just

Originally posted by thehunisbae

♤ how to be emo:
♤ howtobasic y’all better take notes
♤ i’m gone
♤ this makes me angry
♤ exo showtime makes me really angry tbh
♤ l ong s i gh

Originally posted by milkyoon

♤ growl era made me happy
♤ can i just say
♤ baby don’t cry and let out the beast
♤ need i say more
♤ OH AND ALSO i v much liked “lucky”
♤ sometimes you just have to think about growl era to be happy
♤ ironically
♤ shit i’m getting emo again
♤ save me save me me emeejdioasskhfsifhsid asjaidjslefj stop

Originally posted by calcyeolaytor

♤ call me daddy
♤ binch
♤ call me daddy
♤ also i feel like “hurt” was a true GEM
♤ yeah sm you hurt me so bad so bad HAHAHAHA don’t sue me
♤ can i just talk about the gif above it’s beautiful
♤ but yellow ain’t my style 
♤ long sigh for me

Originally posted by laybaekhan

♤ ot8 stans
♤ let me just say
♤ you aren’t appreciated here
♤ when we say we support exo we say we support former members, too
♤ even if they aren’t part of exo, there’s still 12 in our hearts
♤ well i mean y’all make ot12 smuts in 2017 so i mean APPRECIATE
♤ honestly nine in our eyes twelve in our hearts

Originally posted by ayowaddup-exo

♤ exo is not just a group
♤ exo is not just a concept
♤ exo is not just a band formed by a company
♤ exo is something special in our hearts
♤ exo is something that won’t go away in ten years
♤ exo is something that changed us
♤ exo is something that saved us
♤ exo is something that can be put down but never erased or replaced
♤ exo is something that is unique and shocking
♤ exo is exo

Originally posted by kpopglitterbomb

♤ this is how exo’s odd hunting ritual works:
♤ tao —> kris —> junmyeon —> sehun —> kyungsoo —> chanyeol —> jongin —> baekhyun —> jongdae —> yixing —> luhan —> tao
♤ i’m still confused
♤ it could also go like yixing —> everyone’s ass
♤ or kyungsoo —> beagle line
♤ or minseok —> exo
♤ do you tell me your hunting line in the comments
♤ wtf what am i saying this ain’t youtube

Originally posted by baehkkyun

♤ anyways exo are our men
♤ our men of smut
♤ and occasionally butt touching but idk
♤ EXO !!
♤ IS !!
♤ HERE !!
♤ TO !!
♤ STAY !!
♤ SUPPORT THEM !! love our boys




Request : “If you’re still taking requests could you do 27 and 33 with Tom?”

   + “Hey can you do a fic with #5 and #10 from your prompt list where Tom is the reader’s hubby and away on a press tour or something and she realized that she’s pregnant so she starts wearing his shirts he left bc she doesn’t was the media to find out before him?“ @karamelblobber 

+ “ooh prompt 10 with Tom?“

»  “Does he know about the baby ?“

»  “You’re paying a small price compared with what she’s going through.”

»  "Is that my shirt?“

Characters : Tom Holland x reader

Word count : ~1900

A/N : I know one of the prompts is missing but its only because I will put it in part 2 (if you guys want one I mean ???). This is my longer imagine so far and it’s 1:00am and I’m tired so sorry if that’s kind of shit ! I hope you like it though !!! Don’t hesitate to send me asks or come talk to me, requests are still open. THANKS LOVE YOU

Keeping a secret was hard for you, especially when you were the only one knowing it, not having anyone to talk with about it. The more the days passed, the more you were desperate. And also the more your secret was becoming visible. You were expecting a baby, and it weight heavily on your cosncience. Hiding it to Tom was really hard, he had the right to know since he obviously was the father, but it just always felt like the wrong time to finally spill it. He was away for a couple of months now and you promised yourself you’d wait him to come back to you to tell him the great news.

You took a deep breathe before opening the front door. Going outside was always such a hard thing, you were always worried about what the paparazzi would get on their photos, a gust of wind and a good angle and your baby bump would be exposed in a few seconds. That’s why you wore Tom’s shirts since few weeks, it was large enough to not reveal your new curves. If he heard the news from magazines and not you, you didn’t know how he would react. You knew it would be some sort of treason.

Paps’ flashes were focused on you and you could barely see the way to your car. You tried your best not to put your hand on your belly, it was a reflex you started having since you knew you were pregnant, but doing it in front of these vultures was breaking your cover. You made it to your car, hoping none of the paparazzi got a revealing photo. Then you went to work all stressed as always.

Few hours after you came home from your day, ready to go to sleep and wrapped in your sheets, the reason of your stress called you on Skype. Tom’s face appeared on the screen and you immediately smiled knowing it was hard for him to take time for you during his press tour.

“Hello darling.” He smiled at you and directly his dark circles became more visible. Your heart broke seeing him so tired, but his morning voice gave you goosebumps and the only thing you wanted was to wrap him in your arms to take a nap. “I thought I could say hi since I have few minutes before going back to work. How was your day, love ?”

You two were married for few months now, and you’d still blush each time he’d give you cute nicknames. “I worked all day, nothing interesting. Tell me about your days, they might be so much more exciting than mine.”

You saw Tom shrugged, his eyes focused on his screen seemed to read something. “Yes, I love learning about new cultures, but I hate that you’re not here to learn with me.” You were going to respond but he cut you before you could. “Is that my shirt ?”

You instantly frowned. “Uhm, sorry what ?”

“There are pictures of you leaving the house. You look stunning but I look better in this shirt, sorry not sorry babe.” He giggled. Actually, his heart was warmed up by the fact you were wearing his stuff. He wasn’t used to it, you only wore his clothes as pajamas, when no one was looking at you but him. Seeing you out in his shirt made him proud, and he was glad you did so. People wouldn’t forget you were his.

You blushed, forced to lie. Well, it wasn’t all a lie, because you felt that way, there were just some parts of the truth hidden in what you told him. “I’ve been missing you so much I wanted to have your smell wherever I’d go…”

Tom suddenly pouted. “Give me my shirt back you thief.” He joked. “The world needs to see how better I wear it.”

You laughed at him being such a little dork. You loved him, especially when he was starting to act like that. He seemed so vulnerable and childish. The man you fell in love with. “I love you even if you think you’re better than me.” You admitted.

“I love you too. And… I already need to go. I’m glad I saw your face, darling. Can’t wait to come back home !” He sent you kissed, and after new “I love you”s he hung up.

The day after, you took a deep breathe before opening the door. It was for sure a daily routine you couldn’t wait to end. But now wasn’t the time. Not having to go to work today, you decided to go on your yoga class. You joined the club few weeks ago, thinking you were stressing too much and knowing it wasn’t good for the baby. When you’d found this class specialized for pregnant women, you didn’t hesitate.

This lessons helped you very much, and if you could you’d go every day. You felt good there, not thinking about the reactions of everyone when they’d find out, plus you made some friends, which you were lacking of lately. Every woman was inspiring, with their own stories. It was really supportive to meet them once a week. You couldn’t handle alone all of the stress you were getting from being pregnant, always asking yourself when to tell Tom since you didn’t want him to worry about you and the baby while he was away. Anyways having a baby was the next step of your relation, you both never seriously talked about this before, you just jnew Tom wanted some kids, it wasn’t surprising since he was from a happy loving big family. It was just that you were still young, he was always travelling for his work and you weren’t sure you could take care of thebaby all by yourself.

You took care of keeping your secret in front of the paparazzi and reached your yoga class, saying hello to your friends and already feeling relaxed just by being there. 2 hours after you were home again, searching baby stuff on your laptop.

A Holland was on your screen again, but this time it was Nikki on your phone. You took it as it started vibrating.

“Y/N ! I heard the news ! Why didn’t you tell me about it you secretive little thing !” You froze, there was no way she was talking about something else than your pregnancy, right ? “Congratulations sweetie ! I’m going to be a grandma thanks to you ! Oh my God, I just can’t wait ! How long have you been keeping the secret ?!”

“What the… Where.. Where did you see that ?” Your voice was shaking of terror. If Nikki saw it, then the entire world could see it, including your dear hubby. “It can’t be possible, you kidding right ? Please tell me you’re kidding Nikki it can’t be real !”

A silence took place between the two of you. You didn’t mean to explain anything, Tom’s mother immediately understood what was going on. “Does he know about the baby… ?”

“I’m so sorry Nikki.” Tears started falling down your cheeks. You told her everything, you told her the truth you were so afraid to admit to the world. Nikki didn’t hesitate, she drove straight to your apartment as soon as she knew, glad she didn’t call Tom first.

“I just couldn’t tell him. You know how he is, he would… Nikki, I’m so sorry. It just never felt like the right time, I wanted him to be home, rested.” You couldn’t stop crying, your hormones making matters worse. You were feeling like it was the end of the world. “He would have been worried, and now he’s going to be both worried and mad at me ! I fucked up real bad, there’s no way I can fix it !”
“Well he’s going to be a father, I hope he has the right priorities and will be more concerned about that than the fact you hid the truth from him.” Nikki’s hand was on your shoulder, rubbing it to comfort you. She’d sometimes hug you, making you cry even more. She ws such a sweetheart, but you knew deep down she was mad at you too.

“He’s so tired Nikki, I swear there’s no way I can do well. He’s all grumpy these days.”

“Anyways I’m here for you honey, if you need anything just ask. Thanks for carrying my grandchild, Y/N.” You nodded, and soon she left.

It didn’t take long before your phone started vibrating again. You were in your bed, wrapped around your sheets, crying to death, but you managed to grab your phone. Without any surprise, it was Tom. You picked up the phone, shaking. Did he know ?

“Hey babe.” His voice seemed a little bith harsh than usual. Something was totally going up in his mind. “Is this for real ?” Your heartbeat suddenly stopped. “Are you really pregnant ?” He insisted on the last word, you could tell he was mad, and you figured he was creasing his nose while talking to you, trying not to explode.

“Tom.. Tom please listen I-”

“Listen to what, Y/N ?!” He cut you, understanding the rumor was true. “You lying to me again ? It’s not the first time you hide such important things from me ! Haven’t I told you to stop already ? I’m concerned ! I’m so fucking concerned, but it always looks like you put me off the important stuff when I’m away.”

It was hard to hear him say those things to you, acting like you didn’t care about his opinion or like he wasn’t anything to you. “Tom, darling…” Your voice was as shaking as your hands. You were so scared, scared of him being too mad he’d leave you. “I just wanted you to stay focus on your job…”

“And I wished I could have been here for my fucking baby ! Now tell me who knew.” Strict, he was so strict. You could tell your behaviour touched him deeply, his heart was broken because of you, because of your choices. Were you a bad person ?

“No one. It was only about me, Tom please, honey, don’t be mad at me. Please I wanted to tell you myself, I didn’t want it to happen this way.” Begging was the only think you could do now.

“I can’t believe you hid it from me, Y/N ! You lied to me, you could have told me so many times but you prefered lying, again and again ! Seriously, Y/N, fuck you, you really ruined it all this time !”

You whined. What did he mean by that ? Was he leaving you ? You wouldn’t be surprised if so, you felt like all you deserved was to be left. “Thomas, I’m sorry, I’m sorry !” You couldn’t just let him go after that. “I’ll make it up to you, please my love, please, I’ll take the next plane si we can meet !”

There was silence before Tom talked again. “I don’t want to see you right now.” Then he suddenly hanged up.


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The Body (Mike Wheeler x Reader

Prompts: –



I turn to the direction of Mike’s doorway, and see his mom standing there with a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Mrs. Wheeler, is everything all right? What happened? Is Mike home?”, I bolt up from his bed and meet Mrs. Wheeler by Mike’s door.

“(Y/N), sweetie, Will is-”, she gasps and cuts herself off. She coughs, “Mike will tell you, he’s down in the basement.”, she says sternly and goes downstairs.

Frazzled, I make my way down to the basement and I immediately hear screaming.

“Are you deaf? I thought we were friends, you know? But friends tell each other the truth. And they definitely don’t lie to each other. You made me think Will was okay, that he was still out there, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t! Maybe you thought you were helping, but you weren’t.  You hurt me. Do you understand? What you did sucks.”, he sighs, “Lucas was right about you. All along.”

I gasp, but quickly ignore the lump in my throat.

Did all of that mean, Will was gone?

No, he can’t be.

“Mike?”, I squeak from the staircase, “What do you mean Will isn’t out there?”

He doesn’t look up from the drawings.

“El?”, I look to her.  She doesn’t say anything just closes off her fort and plays with the walkie talkie.

“Look, Mike I’m sorry for ditching you guys.”, I apologize and move closer to the couch.

He doesn’t flinch.

You sigh,“Stop acting like your the only person who’s friends with Will! You act all mopey and all that, but you don’t see that you’re not the only one who’s hurting!”, I exasperate and he finally looks at me.

“Oh yeah, who’s the one who never showed up to our sleuths-”

“I told you that I was under house arrest! Why can’t you understand that?”

“Well, guess what? I’m under the same circumstances as you are and I still show up and sleuth!”

"Listen, Michael.“, My voice breaks, “I am this close to leaving this town. My parents are ready to pack up and leave. If I went sleuthing with you guys, I probably wouldn’t be here anymore. I wanted to be with you, believe me when I say that.”

I sigh and sit down beside him.

“Tell me what I’m doing wrong.”, you say and start sobbing, “Y-you make i-it seem l-like I-I’m such a b-bad f-friend.”

You pull your knees to your chest and start crying.

You suddenly feel a twisting on your right ankle, and you look up to see El with a concentrated expression on her face.

“Ow! Ow! O-Ow!”, you groan in pain and fall to the floor.

“El, why’d you do that?”, you hear Mike say.

“She hurt you.”

“El. Fort. Now.”, you hear Mike say and feel arms pull you up.

“Can you walk?”, Mike says gently.

“N-No I d-on’t think s-so.”, you whisper and groan.

“Here. Um, stay on the couch. I’ll go get some ice.”, you see Mike walk up the stairs.

You look around the room and see El looking at you with worried eyes.

“Hey, El, It’s all right. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. Now go do something on the walkie-talkie.”, you smile and wince. A sudden pain shoots all through your leg.

“I-I’m sorry.”, she stutters and looks at you with sorry eyes.

“It’s okay, now go. Will might be transmitting something somewhere.”, I shoo her away.

As much as I missed all the sleuthing, news travels fast about Joyce and Her Lights.

El retreats and closes off the fort again and Mike comes back.

“Here.”, he says and moves a stool so he can prop the ice on your ankle.

“Uh, thanks.”, you shiver as another gust of pain shoots up your leg.

The silence lingers.

“Will wouldn’t want you to be like this.”, you sigh and look over to Mike who is now beside you.

“Dead or alive, Will wouldn’t want you to be like this. Sad and angry and taking it out on your best friends.”, you lightly punch Mike on the shoulder but end messing up the ice pack on your swollen ankle. Another gust of pain.

Mike takes you in his arms.

“Thanks.”, you mutter against his chest and bury your face deeper into it.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers and leans his head on the sofa.

“Don’t apologize to me apologize to El.”, you chuckle and he goes over to El and apologizes.

“And help me get up the stairs when you’re done will ya?”, you shout and lean against the sofa.

Mated Pt6 // Werewolf Shawn

Summary: You and Shawn are mates. He’s an alpha werewolf. You’re a human. Also…you have a boyfriend already. What happens when a werewolf is rejected by his mate?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

You turn around as Shawn pulls his jeans off. You stare at the far wall, looking around aimlessly when you catch sight of Shawn in the reflection of the mirror on the back of your door. He’s standing there in his boxers that are clinging to everything, drying his hair with the towel. He looks up and sees you in the mirror and smiles big and lets out a chuckle.

“Do you have anything I can wear?” Shawn asks as he wraps the towel around his waist.

You turn around and go to your dresser. “I think I have some sweats and a hoodie maybe?”

“Perfect,” he says as you hand him a pair of your older brother’s black hand me down sweats that are too big for you and an oversize hoodie you had folded up on top of your dresser. It’s the only things you have that might fit his huge frame. You turn around as he puts them on in case he wanted to take his boxers off. “I’m sorry Liam was such an asshole in the end,” Shawn says softly.

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Some random thoughts

This little scene actually made me cry

Literally me

just kiss already… come on… come on I know you wan to

NOOOO I hate seeing her sad cause it makes me sad

They are so freaking adorable… I can’t

Also Moon and River are shipping them so bad right now and I love it

Marco don’t go


What the heck Marco?

“it kinda smells like Star”

omg the feels

I have said it like a million times but I’ll say it again

Star is just so freaking cute

I’m in a really bad place physically today (vertigo, head throbs, tremor, anxiety at such a high point that I’m crying while typing this) so I could do with nice positive things right now so.. Please reblog with screenshot(s) of your character(s) (any fandom, any race, any gender) and explain why you like them so much, would help me feel a little better to see positivity, thank you.

Y: “I started crying the moment you began your speech. I felt so bad ‘cause I thought people were gonna understand what was coming. I tried my best not to ruin “the surprise”…” 
MC: “About that, do you have anything to tell her?”
M: “Yeah, do you? You can tell me anything. I’ll accept anything, even insults. I feel like I could accept even insults right now.”
Y: “No insults, you silly. I don’t know, I guess… Simply, you looked beautiful. You really were able to convey all your emotions in your speech.” 

ps. hands up at Sashihara who, as soon as Mayu comes in, and as soon as she sees them both looking at each other, kinda crying, kinda touching and hugging, goes: “Alright, I’m gonna go and leave you two talking alone–” 
or she simply realized she’s become a third wheel a long time ago after all those nico-live things……

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Hey friends,

A few days ago, I posted that I was going to start being more open online about my illness. Today, someone sent me an article from npr that - when I read - I broke down and just started crying. One if the lead researchers at Stanford has an adult son who is affected by this illness, which is fueling his passion for answers They believe they are making headway (details in the article at the end), but the answers may be more than a decade away.

The article comes on the tails of this documentary Unrest (trailer above) and the momentum Jen Brea (the director and star of the documentary) is driving for this illness. She is an absolute bad ass by the way.

I’ve been in contact with Jen, and she seems excited to speak to me. I hope to have some resources directly from her to share with you all soon.

My best friend (who also happens to be someone I lived with for 4 years) sent me this video a day or two ago. It made him cry because he finally feels like there is hope and like I am not alone anymore. That’s how big of a deal this all is.

I’m having a pretty tough time right now physically. I’ve mentioned to some of you that it’s getting pretty bad, and I plan to make a more robust post with details about my experiences and resources (especially those that Jen gives me), but I wanted to share this video and the article because I am so excited. I feel hopeful for the first time in a long time. I am actually going to try to get into this program at standford where they are doing this testing. I understand there is a very long waiting list, but a decade is probably longer. And I’ve already lost a lot of my 20s to this. I might sound whiny, but I am so ready for this part of my life to be over. And I’m willing to do a lot to try to make it happen.

You can help. By watching this trailer and then the documentary, you add to the “awareness numbers.” The more awareness, the more pressure for funding (as we are seeing this year) and funding=research=help.
BONUS: help=less 💩 emojis from me.

Here’s the article:

“Our first hello and final goodbye.” [i]

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

Inspired by: Lost Boy - Troye Sivan

[Prologue] [a] [b] [c] [d] [e] [f] [g] [h] [i] [j:END] 

Originally posted by jengkook

Y/N’s p.o.v 

Everything felt unreal, I felt like all my emotions were about to break out.

Was I hearing him correctly?

“You want to break up?” I said slowly, not wanting what I was saying to be true.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I just, I can’t deal with this. All this hate, I thought I could handle it but I can’t I really can’t and it’s just killing me inside, it’s torturous. I’m sorry for doing this to you, I really am. But can’t you understand it from my point of view too?” I knew I had tears threatening to fall, but I blinked them away and smiled at him.

“It’s okay, I understand. We can break up if you want to, I’m not going to force you to stay with me when you’re not happy. That’s the last thing I want.” He looked shocked, surprised that I didn’t put up a fight and begged him to stay.

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marry me (pt.1)

“Marry me.” his voice is ragged. Full of pain. Full of tears. You can see him choking on them as he tries desperately to spit the words out, like they’re a life preserver and the only thing that could ever save him. George’s eyes are almost swollen shut from his sobs, and you have to keep gently removing his hands as he keeps trying to rub at them. 

You keep your voice soft, as you summon a cold compress and gently press it against his eyes to take down the swelling. He probably has a headache too, at this point. He’d been crying for hours. Not something that was terribly surprising. 

This was supposed to be George’s first night alone after the war. He’d insisted to his mother he was ready to move out of the Burrow. That three weeks was enough and he could go back to his old flat. He hadn’t wanted to continue to burden his mother and George had truly believed that if he started to act like things were normal the rest would fall into place. 

But Fred’s room was too painful. The door had been left open, the contents haphazardly thrown about in their hast to pack. George had looked inside for a book and found an old stuffed toy of Fred’s from their childhood, a grey rabbit that was currently being held in a white knuckle grip by the redhead. “Marry me.” 

You let out a hum, as your heart ached. 

“I need you to breathe for me, George. I need you to breathe.” 

“M–” he choked down a sob, and you could hear that the breath he sucked in was both too large and painful for him. He coughed, and with the hand that wasn’t holding the icepack you rubbed his back. “Y/N!

“I’m here.” 

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What We Created (9)

Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever

Word count: 1,308 (short because sadly the storyy is coming to an end)

Warning: fluff, gender reveal

A/N: Seriously so sorry for taking this long to update. I started real estate classes and my first day i took so many notes my hand started swelling. Life is really draining me right now, on top of keeping my Instagram and YouTube updated and getting ready for college. I hope you understand. Hopefully part 10 comes faster than this part did. Also lets pretend Anthony Mackie has social media, okay?

What We Created Masterlist

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(Translation) Rouge et Noir vol. 1

(R18!! Please proceed only if you’re above 18!)

CV. Yamanaka Masahiro

T/N: commissioned by @ryoutako​ ♥ thanks as always!

This volume definitely has more substantial plot than vol.2 which makes it slightly harder to translate, especially the work-related terms (ughhh) but it lays the foundation to the future volumes and I really like how each volumes establish some kind of connection towards each other. I think that makes this series really interesting and memorable.

So, like usual, please feel free to correct me on any mistaken translations or typos. I took quite a lot of liberties in this cd actually. Other than that, enjoy the ride and get ready to catch some bad guys!

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Scared to Be Lonely | Shawn Mendes Imagine

based on the song ‘Scared to Be Lonely’ by Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa.

Originally posted by your-local-killjoy

i) it was great at the very start.

It was like you could look into his eyes the entire day.

You couldn’t control the stupid grin that formed on your face every time you saw his name appear on the screen of your phone, or how butterflies filled your belly every time his skin touched yours.

You still remembered how his lips felt against yours for the first time; they were warm and the shape felt perfect against your own. You loved how his hands rested on your back and how yours rested on his shoulders while your lips created the most beautiful choreography.

The first time he flew you to one of his concerts was the most exciting thing ever. Your leg had been bouncing up and down the entire flight, and you couldn’t contain the smile on your lips when you finally saw him sitting on the bed of his hotel room, quietly strumming his guitar. You circled your arms around his waist and nothing mattered when you heard his breathy laugh and noticed the huge smile on his face because you were in front of him.

You felt like the most important person in the world when he interlocked your fingers and led you through the huge crowd of fans and paparazzi after one of his concerts. He was tired; his cheeks were flushed and his hands were a bit sweaty, but he still placed his body in front of you to protect you from anything.

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So I Wrote Another Langst

aka, i can’t come up with titles part two but not really part two because the two stories are unrelated and i’m just rambling so let’s go

“Nice job everyone.” Shiro said to the team. They had just rescued a planet from another one of Haggar’s robeasts. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m gonna be asleep in like, 2 minutes.” Hunk yawned. “Well I’m gonna head up to my room and struggle with crippling depression.” Lance said jokingly, putting an emphasis on the last two words.
“Look, I get it’s a meme or something, but don’t pretend to have depression like that. Or use it as a joke. It requires an actual medical diagnosis which you obviously don’t have.” Keith said in a way that flipped a switch in Lance.
“Well I’m sorry I can’t go see a psychiatrist because last time I checked we’re in space!” Lance snapped at Keith and the room fell silent. “And I’m sorry that I’ve lost motivation for everything, even eating and sleeping! I’m sorry I stay up until 3 am struggling with all my insecurities and how I’m not good enough for you! I’m sorry that whenever something bad happens, it’s always my fault no matter what!” Tears started to fall down his face as he got louder. “I’m sorry that I cause tense situations and make everyone upset or something like I’m doing right now! I’m sorry that I make jokes about crippling depression and stuff as a cry for help and it’s not getting through any of your heads! I’m sorry that I always hide everything with masks to the point where I don’t even know who the real me is anymore! I’m sorry that I feel so lost and unwanted that I’ve contemplated suicide twice in the past week! And I’m sorry that I can’t even muster up the courage to end it already and rid you all of the burden that I am!” Lance was shouting through tears. “But no, I’m just ‘trying to be a meme and make people laugh.’ Is that what you wanted to hear from me, Keith?” Lance said detached in an almost whisper.
“Well then I’m sorry that I apparently hate you according to you.” Keith’s gaze hit Lance like knifes before he stormed out of the room. “No, wait Keith! I-I didn’t… I…” Lance cried out, collapsing onto the floor. But it was too late. Keith was gone. Wow, nice going ‘sharpshooter’, what a great person you are! He told himself. With that he got up, avoided eye contact with his other team members, and walked silently to his room.

can i just say bbc specifically sherlock continues to be like the most impt thing to me and continues to be the best piece of media ive ever consumed and like having everyone go back to the default being it being bad and having to feel like i gotta be ashamed for liking it this much again in any way has been hard for me so like finally having this 6 month curse be lifted and seeing my friends talk abt it again without any Bad Things coming from it has been such a blessing 2 me, i could honestly cry right now….i love my friends and sherlock so much rn

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where y/n and Shawn get in a really big fight and things are said and they yell break up and then he leaves and they both cant sleep or something and Shawn comes back a few hours later just so tore up and crying and apologizing and then they have make up sex PLEASE 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

imma just do this one right here bc i have hella inspiration for it so here goes: 

loud .

Tonight was bad. You haven’t swept up the broken glass yet, nor the shards of your dinner plate that are now scattered across your kitchen floor. Those images of him throwing his water glass against the wall keep playing and playing, like some kind of broken record, and you feel that hole in your chest continue to get bigger and bigger until it isn’t a hole anymore: it’s a chasm. It’s a chasm that you’re tiptoeing around, testing your fate, and not really caring if you fall in because the sound of the front door slamming is on repeat too. 

Your eyes slip closed and a few more tears squeeze out between your lids. The dark is more forgiving than you thought it’d be. It doesn’t replay his words to you (”How could we ever think this would work? We’ll never work because you don’t want us to”), or the way his face crumbled right before he turned his back on you and left the apartment. It’s just black. 

Mercilessly, your body begins to drift off. It’s a miracle you can– it’s so loud in your brain right now. But as soon as you’re almost there, right on the cusp of descending into sleep, the front door opens, and the sound of wet, rain-soaked boots on hardwood jerks your eyes open. 

In the darkness, you see your bedroom door open and a boy of 6′3′’ walk in with his head down, hands crossed in front of him like he’s surrendering. You figure he toed off his boots at the front door because he’s just in socks as he climbs up on the bed and sniffs back tears as he collapses on the mattress, hands covering his eyes. “I’m…” he starts, shaking his head, “I’m so, so sorry.” 

okay here’s the beginning if you guys want more lemme know and i’ll finish it up sometime this week