i had it months ago

demonicdaisychains  asked:

this drama is just reminding me of something Steven yuen said in his panel when he came to my city's comic expo about a month ago and I need to share: someone had asked this very kl@nce-centric question (and I don't want to make them out as the bad guy here they weren't obnoxious or anything but), basically "what do you think k//eith thinks of l@nce and internally I was like 'oh great here we go' BUT steven's response was just..... "uh..... He doesn't." And that was IT next question

OHHHH SHIT IM SO GLAD STEVEN DODGED THAT SHIT BUT OMFGGGG IM DEAD

Welp, I’m having my first migraine since I started using marijuana edibles about a month ago.

I’ve had a few small headaches in there but overall I’m having about a quarter of my usual headache days. Which is such a relief.

I haven’t had any pot in a few days, so I think I might start going to an every 3 days regimen, possibly every other day if necessary. It really has helped so far and I’m very optimistic.

Okay guys I’m at my wit’s end with my cat. She hasn’t used her litter box in a week and a half and instead she’s taken to peeing all over my floor. She is fed a high quality wet food. I’ve had her almost 3 months and a month ago she finished antibiotics for a UTI so I don’t think it’s that. Her litter boxes are not hooded. They are big enough for her. She is declawed but we use very fine litter. She originally stopped using the litter boxes because I was slightly late cleaning them and she was not a fan. They have since been cleaned twice and I don’t know what to do. She pees very close to the litter box and I know she knows she needs to go in them, I feel like she’s telling me she can’t. I’m just unsure of what I’m doing wrong. Has anyone experienced this?

@tser

when my mom was younger she would stress eat because she was taking care of her terminally sick brother as a teenager and it was hard. she wasn’t very overweight but every one would bully her about it. her brother painted her names on one of their pigs and called her outside to show her and it really scarred her and made her insecure her whole life. my dad just brought it up and said he found it hilarious. this is the type of stuff that explains why I have an eating disorder. my whole family is so obsessed with who weighs the least and they call each other fat and disgusting behind their backs. yet they refuse to accept that my eating disorder nearly shut down my liver just months ago. my skin was yellow and I had a bmi of 14. but no, I can’t have an eating disorder, then that would be their fault and they’d have to give up the joy of forcing me on scales to laugh at my weight or comment on how I had to gain weight since I was in the clinic. there’s so much negativity on food and weight in my family and that’s why I hate being home from school. I don’t even like the college I’m in, I just go there because I got a scholarship and I can’t handle living at home like this. I hate summer now, I feel so shitty being home without any friends and alone in my room. If I even walk downstairs everyone ridicules each other on how disgusting it is that their thighs jiggle when they walk or how awful they look in their jeans and how gross it is they need to buy the next size up. I’m actually losing it here and I hate it. I’m alone and I feel like I always will be now.

maelikimichaelis  asked:

I sorry for your loss. I'm sure your cat was well loved and the years of abuse were erased by the years of love and care that he received.

Thank you, lovely. He died almost five months ago, so I’ve had time to adjust. It still doesn’t feel real, though. Every time I leave the house, I turn to say goodbye to him and to apologise for leaving because he always wants a cuddle before I leave, and I get that same nauseating jerk in my gut when I turn, expecting to see him at my ankles, miaowing to be picked up, and he’s not there.

Every time I come home I can still hear the click-click-click of his claws on the floor, the heavy padding as he runs towards me, tongue hanging out of his mouth because of his broken jaw from previous owners, his tail high in the air, miaowing and purring so loudly before he’s even reached me. 

Every time I wake up in the morning, my first thought is of how I really need to pee and then it’s like, the quicker I get up, the quicker I can go see Allaidh and bring him back to bed with me. I used to sneak downstairs really early to go say hi to him and bring him upstairs. He’d crawl under the duvet with me and lay on my stomach, purring, and if I stopped stroking him for even a second he’d paw at my hand and nibble me gently before licking me, trying to get my attention.

Every night, I used to see a black shadow slink into my room and I’d get scared because what the fuck, the darkness is moving, and then I’d feel love, relief and affection flooding my system when the black mass jumps on my bed and he’s purring and I feel safe as I bury my nose in his soft, black fur.

Every time I need to pick him up and feel him climb up (painfully) to my shoulders, leaving scratches and claw marks as he goes, to curl around my neck, his nose touching his tail, like a furry, purring scarf as I do my chores, or because I need to feel safe, the sadness gets deeper and darker when I have to remind myself that he’s not there and he never will be again.

He chose me, I was his human, and we had such a close bond that when he died, a part of me died too. He was only a cat to some, but he was like my son. I felt like he was my child, and it’s the only time I’ve ever felt maternal over any living thing. The term ‘motherhood’ makes me uncomfortable and it always has, but with Allaidh, it felt right. 

I made a promise to him that I would always love and protect him, and I never told anyone this but I also promised him that when the time came, I’d be with him til the end. And I was. I had my nose buried in his fur as he died. He died knowing he was loved and wanted in the arms of his human. I felt him go and you know something? I made him proud and I made me proud by being with him until the bitter end.

I had to stop typing this so I could sob for a few moments and I’m still crying now. I miss him and I would do anything to bring him back for even a few moments. But he was in pain and it was the right thing to do.

Despite all the abuse and pain he went through before we adopted him, he was loved and cherished and spoiled rotten and he knew that. He knew. 

I will never feel his heavy weight on my shoulders again. I will never feel the back ache I used to get from when he’d fall asleep on my back. I will never feel the digging of his claws into my skin because he’s standing on his hind legs trying desperately to get my attention because he wants to come up. I will never hear him miaow or purr again, or feel his soft fur on my face. I will never get to look into his beautiful eyes, one green and one orange. I will never see him again and it kills me. 

There’s so much more I could say but words can’t express how much I just want him back.

Allaidh - ??? - 28/12/16

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This one’s for everyone out there who isn’t celebrating Mother’s Day (in the USA). She doesn’t have to define you. x

THE SIGNS AS LORDE LYRICS

Aries:  We gladiate but I guess we’re really fighting ourselves. Roughing up our minds so we’re ready when the kill time comes. Wide awake in bed, words in my brain, “Secretly you love this do you even wanna go free?” - “Glory And Gore”

Taurus:  We’re never done with killing time. Can I kill it with you, ‘til the veins run red and blue? We come around here all the time, got a lot to not do. Let me kill it with you. - “400 Lux”

Gemini:  Baby be the class clown, I’ll be the beauty queen in tears. It’s a new art form showing people how little we care. We’re so happy, even when we’re smiling out of fear. - “Tennis Court”

Cancer:  My mother’s love is choking me. I’m sick of words that hang above my head. What about the kid? It’s time the kid got free. - “The Love Club”

Leo:  There’s nothing I want but money and time, million dollar bills and a tick tick tick tick. There’s nothing more cruel than only nine lives, a limit in spite will do the trick trick trick trick. - “Million Dollar Bills”

Virgo:  Cola with the burnt-out taste. I’m the one you tell your fears to.
There’ll never be enough of us.
- “Buzzcut Season”

Libra:  Dancing around the lies we tell. Dancing around big eyes as well.
Even the comatose, they don’t dance and tell.
- “Team”

Scorpio:  This dream isn’t feeling sweet, we’re reeling through the midnight streets. And I’ve never felt more alone. It feels so scary getting old. - “Ribs”

Sagittarius:  Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk, making smart with their words again, well I’m bored. Because I’m doing this for the thrill of it, killing it, never not chasing a million things I want. - “Tennis Court”

Capricorn:  All work and no play, let me count the bruises. All business all day, keeps me up a level. All work and no play, lonely on the new shit, yeah. - “Still Sane”

Aquarius:  Raise a glass, ‘cause I’m not done saying it. They all wanna get rough, get away with it. Let 'em talk 'cause we’re dancing in this world alone, world alone, we’re all alone. - “A World Alone”

Pisces:  You’re the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids. And laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough. - “Ribs”

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There were a few requests for deep sea/bio merms so here’s one of those..

“I had to leave Venezuela. I’ve lived there my entire life. My parents are buried there. But five months ago I had to leave. It just got too dangerous. One day I was attacked while walking home from the supermarket, and I woke up on the ground. I’ve had guns pulled on me several times. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’m trying to start a new life but it’s impossible to find a job. I’ve applied to about sixty shops so far but nobody will give me a chance. They think I’m too old. I tell them to try me for just a few days, but they won’t. I did find one part time job cleaning toilets and picking up trash. These are things I’ve never done in my life. But right now I can’t afford to be picky.”

(Santiago, Chile)

Roommates (M)

Originally posted by bwipsul

╳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut and kinda fluff & angst ??

╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently. 

(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)


The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.

Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.

“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.

“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator

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anonymous asked:

YOU CAN WRITE AND DRAW??? NEVER KNEW YOU COULD WRITE????? YOU'RE SO GOOD???? I feel blest thank you so much!!!

WHO SAID I COULD WRITE–

Tbh writing is hard as heck for me bc I’m like rewording sentences or paragraphs like 8 times until it sounds right & then I skim back over and it’s way too descriptive or there’s too much dialogue smh

another self-indulgent drabble I’ll never finish: