i just really needed something to do

Ladies and Gentlemen, I ashamedly present to you what I did instead of the art I’m actually being paid to do (*europeanly shoves this at @forovnix*)

anonymous asked:

Their prey thinks all they want from her is to drink her blood and kill her at some point. But gets absolutely terrified when they touch her in a more intimate way, like kissing or touching her body and implores them to not do more than that because there's nothing that terrifies their prey more than sexual assaulting.


♥Shu: Hm? What’s with you? I’m not going to touch you in any indecent place… I just want your blood. Nothing else. But, if you want me to do something with you… We could give it a try.

♥Reiji: There’s no need to get so desperate… I’m not like the rest of my brothers. I mean, I could punish you, but not in that way… Unless you beg for it.

♥Ayato: Chichinashi, I’m not a savage!…But that scared face you’re making right now… Do it more, and give me more of your blood. Heh, this gets me excited…

♥Kanato: Agh, did you really think I would lay a finger on you?! In case you’re stupid, I’m not interested in those things! Or are you such a dirty human to even think I would do that?

♥Laito: Yes, Bitch-chan… You should really be afraid of me, nfu~ But don’t worry, I’m not going to take you against your will… You’ll be the one asking me to ravish you~

♥Subaru: D,dumbass! Why would I…?! I’m not like that fucking perverted Laito! It’s not like I desire you or anything!


♥Ruki: You really have a dirty mind, Livestock. To think your Master would do such things with you… You should be afraid of yourself instead. You’re the one who makes up all those thoughts.

♥Kou: Hahah, that’s adorable, M Neko-chan! Do you really think I would do that with you?! Pfft, I don’t even find you attractive, so don’t worry about that~

♥Yuma: Heh?! Why would I want to fuck you, Sow?! Don’t be stupid. I’m just interested in your blood, so don’t come with any strange ideas! But who knows… Maybe, someday, I could take advantage of your fears…

♥Azusa:… Eve… I only need your blood… But I want to make you… Feel good at the same time… So, don’t worry… For now, I only want to cut you… And give you a lot of… Friends… But… Whenever you want to… We can go… Further… Fufu~


♥Carla: What makes you think I enjoy your physical appearance? I’m only doing this to purify your dirty blood, human.

♥Shin: Hah? Why would I ever think on doing those things with you? Hell, I wouldn’t dare mix my ancient blood with yours…

anonymous asked:

TFLN request where Harry and the missus have been together for about a year and she's having really bad cramps and he offers to come comfort her :"))

Harry. Missus.

Can we take a rain check on our date this afternoon?

Why? Is everything okay?

I don’t feel all that great today.

What’s the matter? Do you need anything?

I’ve just got the worst cramps ever.

How bad?

Like I want to tear my uterus out and gift it back to God.

Don’t do that.

We can have babies then.

If I can’t bear the pain of period cramps, I can’t bear the pain of birthing something as huge as a bloody baby from my vagina!

You’ve handled something pretty huge already…

Now is NOT the time to be making sex jokes, Harry!

I’m sorry, love. I used to make Gem laugh all the time with my jokes when she was moody and cramping..

I’m sorry.

Do you want cuddles?

I’ll even put on a big sweater for you to cuddle into.

Can you come and cuddle with me?

Do you have time to do so?

In that TINY flat you call home? ;)


And leave your jokes at home.

Of course.

I’ve got some more of your chocolate left over from last month. Do you want some?

Do you have to ask?

I’ll take it as a yes..?

Of course.

You’d understand if you bled through your genitals.

If I could, I’d swap genitals with you a week, once a month so I could take these cramps from you.


I’m sorry, love. 

Give me 15 minutes. I’ll stop off at at the supermarket and get you some pads.


Oh, you want tampons? Okay. I’ll get you some.

I love you. xx


-The bears are 9 months.

- I no longer have anxiety about going places with all 4 solo

- the other day I went to the store for something I didn’t even really need 

- sister is crawling so much. She never stays still.  I can just go to where I want her and call her. She’s so fast to come see what I’m doing. It’s pretty convenient. 

- brother is talking a lot but still not moving. Always trying to pull off sister’s glasses or her hair accessories. He splashes in the bath and it’s the best.

- their mom is getting ready for them.  I hope everything keeps going her way

- bean is desperate to perfect a cartwheel. Came home today singing “cash me outside, how bout that” over and over. Awesome. 

- duder learned how to snap up his pants. Generally doesn’t have accidents any more. I opted him out of summer school. 

-wife is the best friend I could ask for. She really loves me.

- I’m starting to feel a little less like death but annoyed I’m still as sick as I am after 3 days on antibiotics

The Changes You Can't See - a MikaYuu drabble

Yuu feels a little stupid he’s never noticed: Mika can’t sleep.

Naturally, he’d assume Mika would lay down in his room at night, because that’s what you do… when you’re human.

“You seriously never noticed?” Mika watches him incredulously.

Yuu scratches the back of his head, embarrassed. “I never paid it much attention…”

That’s a pretty Yuu thing to do, Mika must decide. He takes the explanation without much more of a fight, sighing a little.

Yuu can hear the ‘incredible" in that tiny puff of air.

He steps next to Mika, leaning against the shabby house wall, and looks out the starry night sky like Mika does. “How does it feel not being able to sleep?” Yuu asks in innocent curiosity.

Mika doesn’t answer. Yuu can feel him becoming stiff.

“… Not human,” He spits the words reluctantly.

Yuu huffs. The answer doesn’t please him, and silence is all that passes between them for a moment.

He thinks it must be lonely… to stand out here every night on his own– like the nights when Yuu would cry as a child. So loudly, apparently, that a soldier would snitch him to Guren and make him check on Yuu.

He wonders, did Mika cry too? Did he cry alone in a room, not getting the image of his family dying out of his head?

Did he have a Guren who came to check on him? Someone who stayed until he fell asleep?

“I can’t sleep,” Yuu lies, the words coming out of nowhere.

He turns to look at Mika, his face as innocent as ever. “Will you stay with me?”

Mika’s eyes grow wide. “You want me to stay with you in your room?”

“I want you to stay with me in my bed.”

Mika blushes. Even in the lacking light, Yuu can see it - feel it - more likely.

He lifts his hand to touch Mika’s cheek, the skin hot, stroking over his cheekbone with his thumb. “Will you?”


Mika glances to the side.

“I guess.”


You’d think it’d be awkward to share a bed, but somehow… both seem to know exactly what to do.

Yuu faces the wall, laying on his side, and Mika casually places an arm around him from behind.

“This feels like something we’d do as children…” Mika mumbles, his voice full of warmth. He’s so close, his breath spills into Yuu’s hair, disturbing it.

Mika adds, “When you were still a crybaby.”

“I wasn’t a crybaby,” Yuu grumbles in protest. The tips of his ears feel hot.

“You were. You’d think I didn’t see with your back turned to me, but I did.”

Yuu grows silent. His brain is slowly connecting the puzzle pieces. “… Is that why you’d come lie next to me?”


There’s a smile in Mika’s voice.

Yuu’s ears grow hotter, and Mika presses a kiss to the back of Yuu’s head.

They don’t say anything for a while. There’s only the sound of them breathing and the beat of their hearts.

“Thank you,” Yuu mumbles eventually.

Mika’s presence always had something soothing. It felt like he wanted to be around Yuu, and Yuu wanted the same. It’s almost like they sought comfort in each other - back then - as they do now.

Mika mumbles back, “I have to thank /you./”

He shuffles closer, holding Yuu a little tighter, like he’s preparing himself to join Yuu in sleep.

Yuu forgets quickly that it’s something that Mika can’t do.

And never will.

anonymous asked:

Can I have love letter form 3taro please? If you don't do it, feel free to ignore it :3

I need to work on my 3taro writing skills so hopefully this turns out in character~ ^^ I really don’t coin him as the love letter type so this was a little weird.

- Ghost


Not sure if you’re even going to get this since, like everyone else, you think I’ve just gone on vacation but I might as well get this over with. Something’s come up and I’m heading to Egypt with people I barely even know (barring gramps) to sort some things out - I don’t know when we’re coming back (sometime under 50 days if we’re lucky) but I’d rather not have you catching the nearest plane to get wrapped up in this mess just trying to find out the real reason I’m not there. 

Gramps keeps being told that someone keeps visiting the house every day asking where I am and I can only assume it’s you - you’re the only one stubborn enough to do something like that and expect not to get into any trouble…still at least you aren’t being as annoying as the other idiots at school. The new kid - Kakyoin - is here too so don’t go bothering his parents about it, it’s only going to cause more trouble than it’s worth.

I guess this is the part where most people say they’re sorry for leaving so early and hoping they’ll be back soon but I’m not getting into that, I had my reasons for leaving without telling you (most of which you already know the answer to thanks to your persistence) and I’m not about to apologize to you because of it, I can’t even say that I’m coming back at all with all of the shit going on; if I don’t…you already know what to do so long as you remember our last conversation.

Try not to get into trouble while I’m gone - I know that’s probably impossible but you can’t say I didn’t try

…stay safe S/O

- Jotaro

takemeawaytocamelot  asked:

Okay I need your advice. This is going to sound really superficial, but I'm (hopefully) graduating college soon, in December. I have a car that's a 2008, but he runs just fine and I love him. My parents are kind and generous people and are determined to get me a new car for college graduation. Honestly, I really don't want one. I love the car I have. I don't see why I 'need' a new car just to have a new one. Mom won't let it go. What do I do, oh Gotham??

Dear Camelot,

What a great problem to have! I suggest you ask them to put the money toward something that you definitely, un-controversially need. Such as:

  1. 2 years worth of car insurance payments
  2. Post-graduation housing
  3. A thorough run-down of your car by an auto body shop, just to make sure everything is indeed OK
  4. Paying off student loans, if you have them
  5. Buying some new clothes (especially work clothes) and shoes
  6. A new laptop/cell phone/electronic gizmo of your choice
  7. A haircut
  8. Paying off credit card debt, if you have any
  9. Cleaning supplies (no joke, the good stuff can get to be expensive)
  10. Large quantities of packaged food (again, no joke - load up on the basics and you’ll be set for 6 months)

Readers - any other suggestions for our friend Camelot?




Gryffindor: ‘I can do it, I don’t need directions.’ *suddenly the staircase moves* “crap.”

Ravenclaw: ‘I read something about the way the staircases moving in a pattern. Of course I don’t remember it. ’

Hufflepuff: *staircase moves* 'Well I didn’t really want to learn about charms today anyway. I guess I’ll go back to sleep.’

Slytherin: 'Fuck this shit, I’ll just jump the thing.’


If anyone has trouble sleeping, needs to calm down from a panic attack, or needs to unstress this can really help. Not only does it have extremely calming music, but if you need more to focus on it has absolutly stunning video of landscapes in HD. I really do mean stunning. I almost fell asleep a minute into this, and it’s three hours long. So if you just need something in the background this is a great resource! Take care, guys! :)

anonymous asked:

As a novice artist who often feels ashamed and embarrassed and afraid of drawing sometimes (which severely hinders my own improvement) I just wanted to say thank you. From the bottom of my heart thank you so so much

its really something that makes me upset like why do people think its cool to shit on artists bc they are still learning? 

it isnr cool or funny? and i want you to keep drawing im so proud of you for trying your best i swear i am here anytime if you need to rant/want some low quality tips!!

Free tarot readings!

I’m trying to get better at my tarot skills and need something to do while I’m dealing with all this shit in my personal life. So I’ve decided to start giving out free tarot readings for a while! I’ll do a one card style, past present and future spread, or really anything else that you would like within reason.

Just message me or ask me and let me know if you want a general reading, or if you have a specific question, and give me something personal about you (nothing crazy just maybe your name and another fact about you) so that I can try and better connect my deck with your energy since I’m still new to giving readings over long distance.

Blessed be darlings!

“You Should of Just Left Me Alone” Curse Jar

Originally posted by brain-of-bubble

So, I was thinking about the way to curse some people who are just really on my nerves, but I do not want anything too harsh. I just wish to cause some inconvenience. You know what is fun but an inconvenience at times? Glitter. So, me being me, thought “Hey! Let’s incorporate glitter into a curse!”

What you will need:

  • A small jar (with a cork lid preferably)
  • a piece of paper
  • a red pen (black will do)
  • Glitter!
  • Something that reminds you of the victim (optional)
  • Tears of your frustration, but hey, regular tap water can do.
  • a surface to do this on without glitter plaguing your living facilities.
  • A way to get glitter into said jar or container.
  • Candle! (this may be white, purple, red, or black.)

Take the paper. On one side, write the name of the person you wish to curse. On the second side, write the area in their life you wish to cause inconvenience too. This could be love, career, anything! Underneath that, write which time period you wish to do this for. If this person is being cursed for a regular thing, skip that and just write that you must shake it to activate it. Place the item which represents the person inside the jar and the paper. Now, carefully add the glitter. It is best the color corresponds to the area of inconvenience but it really does not matter. Place the cork and use the candle to wax seal it shut.

Now. To cast this curse you have to shake the jar. How hard/long you shake will be how long the inconvenience is. While making the jar state your intentions as to why this person should have left you alone, and that this curse will only affect said person - not their family and friends. State that during their time of inconvenience they will be forced to think about their past actions.

Hopefully, they will get the hint! 

I want to put a disclaimer to say stay safe with magic and all that, but more importantly, I just dont want anyone who is anti-curse to give me a hard time. If you do not curse that is great if you do curse that is great. What isn’t great? Forcing your belief down someone else’s throat. Have fun and be safe!

anonymous asked:

i found an old post about a poc ace and went on their blog and they know say they don't identify as ace because aces are bad, basically. and like, i'm literally crying. idk what to do, that just really struck me. someone who wrote about being queer, ace and a poc like me shitting on me and telling me my identity is inherently problematic when it's the reason i can't access mental health atm, which is something i need cause the 'discourse' & the violent abuse i faced on this website for (cont)

(suicide ideation, death threat and conversion tw) including death threats, caused me to fall back into suicidal ideation. and the only therapist available to me suggested conversion therapy (i live in a small central american country, there’s not much knowledge about these things- she thinks if i can be converted to straight, i will no longer suffer from my orientation). this is horrible tbh. i’m sorry to unload but as another poc ace i feel safe around you. i guess what i’m trying to say is that this ‘discourse’, which is just a bunch of people thinking they can gaslight and abuse aces or call the ‘bad’ or ‘cringy’ and don’t want to have any sort of intra community discussion but literally deny us our experiences and be abusive, is harming my mental health. friends i trusted turned out to be acephobic, send me literal death threats. in what kind of WORLD is that fucking ok? idk where im going with this, im sorry. do you know of any ways i can deal with this wave of ace and aro hatred that’s spread this website? i don’t know how to go about it. and now in the spanish speaking online lgbtq+ community, enbyphobes have copied it to exclude enbys for ‘being actually cis’ and are calling us ‘cisnb’ after regs in english calling aces and aros ‘cishet’ so that’s just fucking great :( that’s because the community is only now starting to realize enbys exist. and it’s also learning that about aspecs, so im starting to hear it in spanish too. i just can’t escape it.

i genuinely feel like i’m in no place to be giving any sort of advice on things of this nature– especially right now when i’m just managing to keep my own head above water for various reasons, but…

i’d first like to say that venting has been (and continues to be) a significant part of self-care / coping for me personally and i am beyond flattered that you feel safe enough to vent your feelings to me. no need to apologize, anon. i don’t know if i can be of any help to you, but i hope that the very act of venting in and of itself has been a step in the right direction for coping for you like it often is for me.

i also want to say that i’m very sorry to hear about all of the shit that you’ve been (and continue to be) put through. while i haven’t had your exact experiences, i can very much relate to feeling like you can’t escape “discourse” or otherwise harmful ideology as both it itself and the effects of it pervades other aspects and intersections of your life both on and outside of Tumblr. not to mention how it feels to finally find that rare, illusive something or someone that you share important but seemingly less common intersections with only to discover that that thing or person contributes to the very thing that’s, for lack of a better expression, fucking you up.

…ah, yes. like those old posts by a formerly self-identified ace and queer person of color who now not only advocates against asexuality but who does so in a way that blatantly shits on aces of color by pitching them against other QPOC, among other things. that’s some fucked up shit, ain’t it?

cough. anyway… my personal coping and self-care strategies.

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Wednesday things

-Has anyone read the 5 love languages? I’ve heard about it but haven’t read it. Just ordered it from library. Kinda excited.

-We’re going to a first time home buyers seminar this weekend. It’s 5 hours! I’ve heard it’s really informative and helpful, plus it’ll qualify us for a few state programs if we complete it.

-When I decide to do something, man do I decide to DO it. Sometimes I need to take a chill pill though.

-making Korean Meatloaf with a Korean Balsamic glaze for dinner. If I feel extra up to it I might even make brownies. 😊

-maybe I’ll post pics later.


So. I’ve been struggling real hard lately, and not creating anything isn’t helping at all.

SO while I try and get my crap together I am opening up…requests!

Today only. Fan art (Miraculous Ladybug, Voltron, LoliRock, Danny Phantom, SvtFoE…) or my OCs (and Threadbound is fine this time! I need to get back to those dumbs anyway)

Do not reblog, just send me an ask or reply here. Please do this! It really helps me out!

My own experience of the Westminster attack

Yesterday afternoon, I’d left the Parliamentary estate to go buy a leaving card for the member of staff who had got a new job. I walked up Whitehall to Trafalgar Square where there was a Waterstone’s and then bought myself a bag of chocolate to eat later from the nearby Tesco. I walked back down Whitehall and back onto the Parliamentary estate. I was walking into the Norman Shaw North building and getting into the lift as the division bell was ringing (which is around the time it all happened). I remember thinking I shouldn’t really be using the lifts while the division bell is ringing because they’re supposed to be reserved for Members of Parliament who are on their way to vote.
I got back into the office to get on with some work I needed to do when the phone rang, the number was from our other office, I just assumed it would be about a letter, or an invitation, or just something in the diary as is usually the case, it wasn’t. My colleague asked if I knew I wasn’t allowed to leave the office, I didn’t and I asked why and he said there had been a police shooting on Westminster bridge and to put the news on and let my family and friends know I’m okay.

I put BBC news on the TV and watched as drips of news began to come through. I could see Westminster Bridge from the window, there were cars, taxis and about eight buses all just stopped on the bridge. There were police sirens and cordons at both ends and I could see an ambulance about three-quarters along the bridge on the Westminster end. I still can’t say for certain but it looked like people were lying on the ground next to the ambulance, the ambulance later took one of them away.
We originally though that there had been two separate incidences, someone had mowed down people on Westminster bridge and someone else had somehow got through security with a knife and stabbed someone in the Palace of Westminster.
As more and more information came through on the news, it was slowly becoming clearer what had happened. A car had mounted the pavement on Westminster Bridge and had carried on until it had crashed into railings on the boundary of the Palace, he had then ran to the main gate where he stabbed a police officer, continuing into the estate just outside of Westminster Hall where he was shot.

After calling my family and contacting my friends to let them know I was okay but we were on lockdown, I left the upstairs office and went downstairs in the lift. When I came out of the lift there were dozens of people just sat on the floor with nowhere else to go. I walked around the corner to get to our office and we’d taken in some of the people who had nowhere else to go for one reason or another. Everyone was in and out everyone else’s offices in our bit of corridor, regardless of which party anyone worked for, none of that seemed to matter anymore. One of the members of staff for the Conservative MP across the corridor from us went to the shared kitchen and brought everyone in our office a glass of water, I shared out the packet of chocolate I’d bought on my way back from Waterstone’s. It was a strange atmosphere, something really horrible had happened and people rarely took their eyes off the news, people’s phones were constantly ringing as concerned family and friends were getting in touch to make sure they were okay, and everyone was talking to people they’d never really talked to before. It was almost like what I imagine Blitz spirit would have been like.
BBC Political Editor Laura Kuenssberg ended up in our office to do an audio recording of some of her report, which was used on the BBC. She’d been trapped on the estate as well, she’d been in Portcullis House when everything happened.

We then all started to hear rumours that the estate had started to be evacuated. A friend who worked in an office in Portcullis House had heard that another MP’s office in the Palace had been evacuated. We then all received security announcements that the estate was being evacuated from the House of Lords end of the Palace. About an hour later, a woman came around all of the offices to tell us the evacuation had just about reached Westminster Hall. Someone else heard a rumour that it might be another three hours before they got to us. In reality it was only another half an hour before we were finally evacuated.
Everyone in both Norman Shaw buildings were taken through all of the buildings, through Portcullis House, through the underpass, along New Palace Yard where the attacker had been shot, and then through the Palace of Westminster where we finally got out of the estate via Black Rod’s entrance at about 7:50pm.
Everything was very very quiet, there were no cars about and no other people other than the heavy stream of people coming out of Black Rod’s entrance. There were police taking statements from anyone who had seen anything. I decided although it probably would have been fine, I didn’t want to get on the tube and it was too dark to walk home so I walked to Victoria train station and got a taxi home. I didn’t get home until just before 9pm that night.

I came into work this morning and the roads around the Parliamentary estate were closed off to cars and there were barely any pedestrians about, only those heading into Parliament. Westminster station was closed, there were only two entrances into the Parliamentary estate open so most people had to get off the tube a station early. On my way in, I bumped into my own local MP who had been trapped in the chamber yesterday afternoon. Once I got into the estate, everything felt oddly normal, other than security checking passes much more than usual, I’ve had my pass checked more today than I have in the six months I’ve worked here.  

But then reminders of what had happened 24 hours earlier are just so inescapable, I’d walked past New Palace Yard on my way to lunch and there were three or four crime scene investigators in blue forensic suits on their knees examining the scene where the attacker was shot.

I’ve never felt unsafe working in Parliament, sometimes a dozen times a day I’ll walk past armed police and a tonne of other security. If anyone has ever been through Parliamentary security to get onto the estate without a pass you’ll know exactly how tight the security is, there are metal detectors, you have to put your bag through a scanner and if anything bleeps (usually from a buckle on a shoe or a belt) you’ll have a pat down search, just like airport security. Yesterday, however, I did feel unsafe. It’s made me feel very glad I made the decision to apply for a PGCE and not work in Parliament ever again. I’m going to finish my internship in May and not come back.  They can tighten security as much as they like, but it’s impossible to guarantee everyone’s safety.

anonymous asked:

So how do you personally define punk? Is it the aesthetic, the sound in music? Maybe the rebellious nature? I just really like your stuff and wanted to hear your opinion on what makes punk, punk

after reading this dont depend Everything i will say AS the only info u need to know about punk. Im just gonna list somethings

- Punk doesnt start on aesthetics or fashion.
I mean, punk isnt just one thing you know? The BARE MINIMUM of it is if youre punk youre: left wing/antifascist, like the fashion + music, you think for yourself .

- PUNK ISNT IN THE STUDS OR MOHAWK YOU WEAR NO THATS NOT WHAT MAKES A PERSON PUNK. That kind of fashion just went along w the punk movement(can i call it that) bc the point of being punk is to avoid Conformity ! and in that time Punk arose , wearing belts spikes and brightly colored mohawks was unusual.

- 1 of the reasons why DIY stuff is associated with being punk bc its with the belief that anyone can do anything on their own if they try! Being independant n stuff! Aint that nice

- punk is open and against racism, sexism, or discrimination to minorities. Fighting for freedom and justice are important things in punk
- Not giving a shit, being Direct and Loud is the usual punk attitude one would expect. Like bringing it out there what you want in this shitty doomed society

- one of the first things that come onto my mind when someone mentions “punk” is being anti authority. Again, promoting independance

- If you want to be punk try not to be desperate to be like someone else, punk is about being YOU!!!!! be true to yourself .

But if youre going to ask me , theres no one REAL way to be punk. Punk can have different meanings to people .

grundpfeiler  asked:

Not so sure that one can entirely point out Taiyang's leaving the 4 & 6 yeara alone as an example of him not controlling his emotions. Since one could see it as what caused him to realize he needed to. (I disagree but neither side has much evidence) Besides there is probably a more recent example in Taiyang just staring at the photos with regrets instead of actually doing something.

yeah i mean ultimately it’s still that he didn’t do it when he was supposed to and causing a significant amount of damage as a result - when Yang is treated like a reckless buffoon because of a pattern that doesn’t really exist (two fights isn’t a pattern and the way he describes events doesn’t line up with what actually happened), over an event that didn’t play out how the characters think it did (the framing) and over an event Yang won’t talk about (losing her arm) but Taiyang is making claims about and painting her in a bad light (it’s very clear he’s treating her like her losing her arm is because she made a stupid, easily avoidable mistake and not because she was desperately trying to save someone she cared about and didn’t really have any other option after an incredibly stressful and emotionally tormenting day) as if he’s some kind of authority on how to handle emotionally taxing situations

the irony of a grown man who couldn’t pull his shit together enough to look after those who needed him telling the girl who has had to his own damn job for him since she was a child that she needs to think more and not be controlled by her emotions is not lost here, especially when he’s voicing a problem that’s primarily something he was responsible for and yet it’s still somehow her fault

anonymous asked:

Can I get a male tvd ship if they're still open? I'm 4'10 and I am studying sports medicine. I am pretty loud if I am passionate about something but ironically when I am mad, I get really quiet. I tend to be pretty friendly as well but if I don't like someone or something it is pretty obvious. I have played lacrosse for the past three years and I consider myself more of a tomboy-thank you :)

They are, just for the record, always open. I just need half an eternity to answer them. :)

I ship you with Tyler Lockwood. He’d like someone uncomplicated and straight forward. So if something bothers you, he could immediately tell and avoid conversations like “Are you mad?”/ “I’m not mad” because he already just knows. Also, liking and doing sports is a huge plus for him. 

You know what I hate?
When I was a kid, and I would insist that I would never like boys, the answer was always “just wait.”
And here I am. Demiromantic. Asexual. I may be romantically attracted to boys under special circumstances, but as far as 10-year-old me is concerned, I was right. Because while growing up I never had a sudden “aha” moment where I really wanted a boyfriend, or a kiss, or sex. And while I did eventually date, it wasn’t something I needed. I enjoyed it and would do it again., but it wasn’t a basic need for a romantic/sexual relationship like so many people seemed to have.
When I said I would never like boys, I was right, because I never grew up to like boys the way straight girls do. I might have been wrong, but I wasn’t. And when I said, “I’m never gonna like boys,” I wish someone had just said “you know, you may be right, and that’s okay,” instead of trying to assure me I would be “normal” someday.