i need help this is too much

anonymous asked:

"Predator Ivar always bothers me, but not in the way people keep thinking. It's a struggle." I don't know about them.. but... predator Ivar's always getting me hot and bothered. I need so much help because of this from becoming just too unhealthy now. That's my struggle.

I’m sorry I don’t think I can help you with the curbing the unhealthy obsession part…

Hhh the tag is a mess of sad stuff my heart can’t take it…
I’ll queue up some cute stuff on this blog to help cheer up myself and anyone needing comfort rn. 

Remember to take everything with a grain of salt bc things can be taken a bit too far, sometimes not even on purpose. Let’s try not guess much from this sneak peek bc, lets be honest, we had no context for these scenes. Just sit down, be calm and wait for the ep to come out.

I’ll try to make this blog a happy place for this while, if I eventually reblog something abt the leaks these posts are tagged as #su spoilers and while the ep isn’t out as #su unaired too.

Take care and love lapidot 💚💙

The fic is finished. PHEW

It needs a lot more fine-tuning before I send it to Lena, though, so I have no idea when it’ll finally be published. All I know is I feel like I’m going to fall asleep sitting here so I need to do something else for a while.

One of the last things I need to work on is the kiss. Writing stuff like that feels like I’m performing surgery, so I have to recharge my energy for it first. 

Also I am giving myself so much shit lol. It’s my last fic so I want it to really hit the spot. The last thing I want is for it to feel rushed or half-arsed or sloppy. 

Lena will help me with that too :)

Hey Y'all Help Me Out

ya boy is in kind of a touchy home situation and i need to move out. i work full time but because of my mental illness/the dangers of binding my chest too much it would be really really difficult to work a second job. so for now i’m opening up witchcraft commissions!!
$1 Pendulum Readings
$1 Sigil Requests
$3-$7 Tarot Readings (depending on complexity)
I can also do spells catered to your specific situation, but the price will vary based on the spell

If you can’t commission please signal boost!! help a guy out!!

anonymous asked:

I am considering deleting my studyblr since i get distracted too much and im not actually studying, and it doesnt even matter if i post anything or not, it barely gets noticed anyway... so there isnt a lot of reasons to keep with it

I’ve had this same issue in the past, right as I was starting out in the first couple months of my blog.

That being said, distraction is easily dealt with. Install Forest if you need the help with self-discipline, because it will literally work wonders and leave you feeling a whole lot better about yourself.

As for getting your content seen, there are three things you can try to get it noticed: quantity, quality, and tags. Make sure you post semi-frequently, put up interesting masterposts or well-composed images, and TAG! It may seem small, but tagging big blogs is pretty much the easiest way to gain exposure.

Lastly, remember that you cannot regain your blog. There’s no way to get back that account, or those followers. Maybe take a hiatus instead, or just give it some more time! You can always leave it be but you can’t recover it.
I really hope you don’t decide to go. Every single blogget is an important and unique part of the community, and without whom the studyblr community is lacking ❤

My migraines are doing great but POTS and stomach problems have got me
I’m switching gears on task training, migraine alert, lights off, and retrieving my phone were my original goals for before the school year, but those won’t help me feel comfortable going in public again.
I need Cyrus to help me when I have to rest on the floor to stave off dizziness and blindness from low blood pressure. I’m thinking sitting on my legs to help raise my blood pressure and standing in front of me to prevent people from trampling me or just getting too close.
This is a task, right? It doesn’t necessarily aid as directly as the ones I originally planned, but it would make me feel much better going in public without another person, relates to my disability, and needs to be trained.
I could call it POTS response.

Keep your head up

Listen guys, I know it hasn’t technically been the best week but we can’t let this bring us down, the twins may not be happy but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be, the twins wouldn’t want us to be sad because that makes them more sad, even if they don’t post we have to accept it, go outside take a deep breathe, if you have a dog or sibling or just spend time with your family, go on a trip I know it’s hard, it’s hard for me too they’ve helped me meet the most incredible people in my life ever since i watched their first video I finally smiled for real for the first time in a long time of you ever need someone to talk too, share your feelings, talk about your feelings, I’m here for you I may be young but I have been through so much that I understand that we are each going with our own struggles behind close doors but the simplest things can make it so much better❤️❤️

HAPPY EASTER!!♡ U( ˃ㅅ˂ ✿)U


“Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.”
Collaboration between @taurielsilvan​ & @wondcrwomans​.

Happy birthday, Kesh ( @akrhamknight)! (April 19)

Dance With Me

Summary: You and your boyfriend Peter Parker listen to Peter’s favorite song.


also listen to never let her slip away by andrew gold when you read this it’s a beautiful song <3

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist // 

Originally posted by parkers-myth

“You are going to hurt yourself!” I warned my idiotic boyfriend as he did handstands around his room.

“You worry too much, babe!” He screamed, still upside down. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone on the bed. I unlocked it and saw a picture of him kissing me on the cheek as his wallpaper. Smiling, I saw that his music app was open. “Ow! Damnit Ned left a part of his Death Star here.” 

I looked up and saw Peter, now right side up, clutching his hand with a lone Lego piece beside him. “Told you you were gonna get hurt.” I went back to scrolling through his playlist.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, huh?” The bed suddenly bounced when Peter flopped down on it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder watching me scroll.

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Hi everyone, I’m sure you’re all tired of my walls of text. You all came here for my bad art after all! However, I’m reaching out to you all with a very important message. Someone I love dearly is very sick. @nathanielschamber

Their heart is failing them, they can barely move, and if that’s not enough they live in a very abusive home. I don’t know how much I can go into detail though they told me I could make this post. I need your help because this person who I care so much about is dying. They say they’ve only got a few months left but they don’t have the money to afford the medical procedures that would save their life. I offered to do commissions for them as they’re too sick to even draw, but they said no one would care enough. I’m making this post to try to convince them that people do care. If you’d be willing to donate or order a commission to save them, please say so.


new rough outfit ideas for Reaper and Sombra, and rough Talon versions of McCree, Genji, & Zenyatta because what if Reaper is a mole and/or otherwise trying to take out Talon from within? what if McCree and Genji joined him in this venture (and Zenyatta also tagged along, because Zenyatta)? what if Sombra were helping him alongside using Talon for her own goals? what if they had Team Outfits????? anyway looking at them now Genji’s is super busy and needs a serious overhaul, Zenyatta’s is ???? (”do I look cool, Genji?” “…yes, Zen, you look very cool.” “I feel… ‘edgy’.” “ha, you are very edgy.” “c: …where is Jesse?” “probably with Commander Gab- …Reaper. why?” “I feel one of his cigars would complete the look.“ “…Zen, no.” “Zen yes.”), Sombra’s is too close to her regular outfit, and in hindsight making Jesse’s mustache and part of his goatee look like teeth is A Bit Much (and also silly)??? but oh well.

also: a tearful father-son reunion after Reaper was basically forced to recruit Jesse into Talon to protect him from them (featuring patented Terrible Dialogue By zwei ™) (Genji joins them after finding out about the situation and Zen helpfully tags along?), and Jesse teasing Genji over his incredibly fluffy jacket collar.

I have no idea what I’m doing and make wise use of my time hello

edit: decided I felt like coloring comic after all; did so

Clichés, man....

So even longer story short, I, the ranger in our party, had just received vengeance after finally killing my Uncle who killed my father when I was young. And our Wizard noticed that he was weakened before we entered the room. ((I shot him with an ensnaring strike as soon as we entered)) He notices two black daggers in his hands, and all we can see is the hilt because these daggers are through his hands. The wizard goes to touch them and we all get blinded for a few seconds. I’ll continue the dialogue from here.

Ranger: What just happened?
???: I’m not sure maybe you’ll have to tell me.
Ranger: Who are you??
DM: Roll a Religion check
*rolls a 16*
DM: You know this to be Loki, the Norse god of mischief.
Loki: *laughs*
Ranger: To what, do we owe the pleasure if meeting Loki?
Loki: I’ve been watching you, not all of you, just you specifically Alarian. And I need to ask a little favor of you.
Ranger(Alarian): I’m assuming that I don’t have much of a choice in the matter, how may I be of assistance to you?
Loki: Have you ever lost your house key before? I’m assuming you did because you were kicked out of your home as well! Exiled for killing the king….. I know you were framed… And so was I! So I need help finding my key again.
Ranger: So how can I find it?
Loki: You’re looking for a man named Heimdal. You met him once before so it shouldn’t be too hard for you to accomplish.
Ranger: How do we find you once we have him?
Loki: Oh! You should be finding that out right about now!
DM: Alarian you feel a serpent crawling up your right leg and then a sharp pain as though something has bitten you.
Loki: Just think of me when you have Heimdal, and I’ll come scurrying on in to have a nice, friendly… chat, with him….
Ranger: Is there anything else we can assist you with?
Loki: No, that’s if for now buddy. See you real soon!
*Loki vanishes*
Ranger: Well lets go find Heimdal…
DM: Wait are you not gonna look at your leg?
Me(Ranger): Nah, it’s probably turned into a tattoo…

Professional Behavior, Please

Request: @hmltntrsh51  Prompt 18 with Bucky? Maybe smut? (That parts up to you) But congrats on 2,000 followers!!!!!!!

@widowsfics   And also a smut one with 13 and 18 with Bucky pleasee

Prompts:   13)  “You can hurt yourself with that- *uses weapon skillfully*
You were saying?”

18)  ‘Let’s talk dirty to each other.’ ‘Babe… we’re at work. Remember? Professional. Behavior. Please.’

Words: 1327

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Today is my birthday but you are the ones who win this gift.


Thank you @widowsfics for beta this for me

Credit to the gif owners

Originally posted by avengershaveboobs

Visiting Bucky at work was one of your favorite things to do, you love how he kisses your cheek when he sees you, how he introduces you as his best girl to every single person that you to meet in the halls and how he always has his arm protectively around you.

But for sure your favorite part is watching him train, seeing his muscles move and how much he gets into what he is doing makes you feel things that you shouldn’t feel at your work place “Come on, babe kick his ass. Finish him and I will kiss you all over that beautiful face.” You said cheerfully, making him pin Steve down in seconds on the floor.

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Dorian: [screams] :)

Will Anders get the makeover he needs to land his dream date? Stay tuned to find out!

Harry Misses Anne So You Surprise Him With Plane Tickets To Visit Her

A/N: This is quite short, but it’s such fluff I am in love.

Masterlist linked in bio.

“This is shit! All of this is shit!”

Harry’s hands violently shoved all his crumbled pieces of paper and music journals off of the kitchen table before pounding the sides of both of his fists against the wood, refusing to contain all the frustration that had only seemed to increase inside of him any longer.

He had been trying to write new music for the past three weeks. After visiting the local record label for what felt like the hundredth time since he’s moved from home, they still refused to sign him until he figured out a way to produce music that “didn’t sound like everything else.” He’s tried everything—from writing about his love life to writing about all the angry shit scrambled inside his head—yet nothing seemed to gain their interest.

At that point, Harry had run out of ideas. There was absolutely nothing else he could think of writing about that he hasn’t already, and it was as if every possibility of making music in his future had suddenly turned into a false hope.

It was all he had, though—writing and producing music was the only thing he had going for him and the only chance he had to make money. But it was so much harder than he ever thought possible, for he had been trying for years to gain recognition for his creations, yet nothing came to his avail.

He was on the brink of giving up on everything at that moment—everything.

“Fucking shit!”

Y/n ran from their shared bedroom into the kitchen after hearing the chaos Harry had riled up. By the time she reached the dining table—which was normally used both as a place for them to eat and Harry’s office—he was an absolute wreck. Between the mess upon the floor and the cries that seemed to obstruct the silence that had once been, she had absolutely no idea what to do.

“Harry, wh—what?”

“I can’t—I can’t live like this anymore!” He sobbed, his head in his hands as his lungs began to fail him through his words.

He couldn’t continue living through their financial crisis; between his dead-end attempts to make a career out of his music and Y/n’s minimum wage salaries, it was nearly impossible for them to live a life they both deserved. Their memories were trapped inside an apartment that could barely fit the two of them, all their passionate nights were shared on a mattress with no bed frame, and their life together remained stagnant for far too long.

Harry loved her more than he’s ever loved anything before, and the thought was enough to terrify him.

She deserved so much better than him—she deserved a man that could provide her with all her needs and wants. She deserved every bit of the earth and Harry could barely offer her a fraction of it. He could only provide her with his love and the scraps he made from his failures.

She deserved so much more than him.

“Oh, baby.” She whispered.

She kneeled down to where he was sitting, pressing her forehead to his as she played with the hairs that raided the nape of his neck. She was well aware of how hard their living situation was—especially for him.

He worked hard enough for the both of them. He worked relentlessly, often times skipping meals or refusing to have a proper night’s sleep until he had something done—whether it was a new song idea or even a newly written verse. Stress took over his every move and Y/n knew he wasn’t living a healthy lifestyle.

He was losing himself slowly, and it pained Y/n beyond words to see him live the way he was. She wished she could offer him more help than she was already giving him, but she was busy, too, and she never felt more upset with herself.

“I need my mum.”

The words he’d spoken an innumerable amount of times fell from his lips without much thought.

He hadn’t seen her since he decided to move away with Y/n, which was four years ago at the time. He had sacrificed his entire life to start a new one with Y/n. He figured that moving away with her to a different city would be his opportunity to start fresh on his music career and start making enough money for him, Y/n, and his family.

He had sketched plans upon backup plans to get his music going. He searched through all the different venues, music companies, music managements—everything he could think of—and spent nearly every hour practicing and writing.

He never expected that what he had to offer wasn’t good enough.

To those he showed his music to, there was a list of improvements they felt he had to make. They claimed that his music was either too mainstream or too different, and there was absolutely no in between. He found himself in a rut with his creations and it was far too late to move back in with his family since he nor Y/n were making enough money to pay their rents, bills, and a plane ticket back home.

Anne wasn’t able to afford visiting him either, though, so there was absolutely nothing the either of them could do besides wait until Harry’s music career started to take off—if it ever did.

He missed Anne more than anything. Although he was in love with spending every day with Y/n and getting to experience all of his miserable life with her, he missed the feeling of his mum being around him all the time. He missed absolutely everything about her, especially when he had his emotional breakdowns.

She was his rock and his provider his entire life, and he relied on her for everything until he decided to move away. She kept him sane through all his hectic times and was there for him when nobody else was.

Anne wasn’t only his mum, but she was his best friend, and continuing to live without knowing when he’d be able to see her again was Harry’s own personal hell.

“I know, darling.” Y/n whispered as she let his tears soak her shirt and his body shake in her arms.

He kissed her where her heart was as he squeezed her more into him. His entire world was in his arms and he’s never needed the weight of it more.

“Don’t ever think I regret my life with you, love, please don’t. But my mum, Y/n, my mum—I miss her so much. Phone calls don’t mean shit to me because I’m not w—with her.”

She only nodded, letting him vent to her without any interruption. It brought her comfort whenever Harry was having a breakdown, as sick as it sounded—it just brought her peace knowing that he was letting out all of the emotions he kept in for her sake. He was human, after all, and he deserved to have his moments.

“I need her, Y/n. I need her to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need her to kiss me and tell me how proud she is of me even though I’ve done nothing but fail those around me—like I fail you—and just hold me like she did when I was a kid.”

She shook her head instantly, slowly pushing his body away from hers in order to her eyes to meet his. They were red and soaked with tears, but they were beautiful and was always what got her weak in the knees.

The pads of her thumbs wiped away the tears that fell onto his cheeks, making sure to kiss him a couple of time while doing so.

“You never fail me, Harry. You give me a new reason to fall in love with you every single day and I thank God for you every time I look at you. Your love never fails me, nothing you do fails me. So never think that again, you hear me?”

And she really meant it more than ever, especially in that moment of Harry’s vulnerability. Her heart always hurt knowing that he wasn’t aware of how much she actually did give her, even if it wasn’t materialistic. Nobody provided her with as much love and safety as he had, and it was something she’d never be able to get enough of.

He got her through all her troubled times and all her insecure moments. She needed him and wanted him more than anything money could buy, and she’d spend the rest of her dying days attempting to make him believe it.

“You’ll see your mum soon, okay? If I can promise you one thing, it’s that you’ll see her soon.“

She kissed his cheeks again before they sat in silence together, all wrapped up in each other’s arms as they waited for Harry to finally calm down. They hadn’t found a lot of time within the past three weeks to spend loads of time together, so even just the half hour of holding one another was enough to mend him quite quickly.

“Can you promise me something else?” He breaks the silence, his voice slightly hoarse from the screaming that took place earlier.

She nodded.

“Can you promise me that whenever I see my mom again, that you’ll be there? I want you to meet her so properly and make her see why I want to marry you someday. I really want her blessing.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, grazing her lips softly against his forehead before muttering a small “I promise.”

That was a year ago.  

Ever since that night, Y/n made it her first priority to find a way for Anne and Harry to reunite. She never wanted to see that side of Harry again, and she’s been through the God awful pain that came from missing a parent. Y/n had lost both of her parents in a car accident, and she never wanted Harry to go through what she had to for the following years.

So, she started working double shifts at her job—gathering and saving as much money as she possibly could for a couple of months straight. Airfare was quite expensive, especially since she planned on buying two round-trip tickets and intended on being able to pay the rent and bills for that month and somehow buy food and necessities during the trip.

She intended on leaving it a surprise for Harry, as well, and was able to make up plenty of excuses as to why she wasn’t able to be at home as much. He was quite upset, but she found it was quite easy considering Harry was keeping busy with his music throughout that time as well.

To say she was exhausted was an understatement. She had never worked so hard in her life and never thought she had it in her to make as much money as she did. It made the living situation slightly easier during the time. She knew every lost hour of sleep and every extra second spent working would all be worth it in the end.

And it was all worth it, especially now.

The confirmation for her order is right in front of her; two round trip tickets to Holmes Chapel. It’s a sight she’s been desperate to see for a year now, and she lets out a sob as she reads the words over and over again. It’s real, it’s happening, Harry’s ticket to happiness is right in front of her and she has never felt so accomplished in her life.

As she prints out the tickets from her nearly broken down printer—that took her almost two hours to fix—she contemplates whether to wait a week for their sixth year anniversary or just go to him now and gift it to him.

But as she stares at the plane tickets in her hands, she just can’t keep it a secret any longer.

Y/n’s holding everything Harry’s needed right in between her fingertips. Everything that Harry has worked so hard for is right here, inked on printer paper right in front of her and there’s just absolutely no way in hell she can keep this information from him—he’s waited long enough.

She eagerly makes her way to their bedroom, a slight squeal leaving her lips as she makes her way to the doorway of their room. She sees Harry in the bathroom, dressed only in a pair of black boxers as he shaves the stubble under his chin.

He smiles softly upon her entrance, but quickly goes back to shaving the extra bits of his facial hair. She bites her lip at his nearly fully exposed body, but quickly regains her composure as she remembers exactly what she’s here to do.


Harry pats the excess hair from his razor as he looks up.

“Hm?” He hums, his eyes drifting away from his reflection in the bathroom mirror over to where she stands beside their bed.

She has tears in her eyes, but they’re much different from those Harry has seen before. Normally, along with her tears comes a frown on her face and red-tinted cheeks—only the smallest examples of how much her features drown in sorrow whenever she’s upset. But as he stares at her in the way she looks now, there isn’t a trace of sadness within her. Instead, her lips are up in a slight grin and the eyes that are filled with tears are staring at him in admiration. She’s glowing, too, and he swears he wants to look at her in this way for the rest of his life.

“What’s that, love?”

He nods his head slightly, referring to the two pieces of paper that are clenched between her fingers.

She takes a step closer to him as her eyes gleam at the man she’d do anything for. She wishes nothing to be as close to him as possible in this moment, but also wants to be far enough so that she can fully see the product of a man who’ll finally be reuniting with his mother.

“I got you tickets to see your mum, Harry.”

As soon as the words leave her lips, Harry nearly chokes. He drops everything on the floor—his shaver and his comb hitting against the counter and nearly breaking to pieces around his feet. His hands grip along the edge of the sink, face paling and eyes widening at her through the bathroom mirror.

He almost thinks he misunderstood her somewhere—that maybe what she actually said got scrambled in his head to somehow make him hear what he could only dream of hearing. But her face reassures him that he did, in fact, hear her currently and that he just couldn’t believe it.

Y/n’s tears fall down her cheeks as she giggles, observing how he still hasn’t moved a single muscle and the color in his face still hasn’t returned.

“You’ll be at home for a month and you’ll be leaving in two weeks.”

She takes another step closer to him, her smile never fading as he finally lets out a choked sob. Tears are already forming in his eyes and his hands hold tighter against the sink, but words seemed to be trapped in his throat and all that his brain can process is the pounding of his chest and the air that has yet to be knocked out from his lungs.

“I know that when we talked, you said that if you ever had the chance to see your mum again that you’d want me to come with you. I figured that that would be unfair to you, since you have spent so much time with me and haven’t been able to see her in so long. I decided to compromise and—and I’m only visiting for the first week but I figured it’d be enough time to—Harry?”

Her eyes narrow i concern as she watches him nearly fall backwards from his prior position, nearly tripping over his own feet as he finally turns around to look at her properly. Neither of them say anything as Harry stumbles towards her frame—eyes still bewildered and face still pale. He nearly trips over the sheets on the floor, but he quickly regains his balance before his hands find their way upon her cheeks.

He wants to say everything he’s thinking—he wants to tell her how thankful he is and how much he loves her. He wants to express every ounce of gratitude and give her everything she’s ever deserved in this moment. Hell, he wants to get on his fucking knees and worship all the blessings she’s ever given him and love on her until she can barely speak anymore. But all that falters nearly seconds after he reaches her.


He sobs—complete soul shaking sobs. Everything he’s feeling completely overwhelms him to the point where he ends up on his knees. His body collapses and his lungs are constricted but he has never felt so good in his life.

Y/n falls with him, cradling him again her chest as she presses chaste kisses along his forehead. Her hands rub up and down his back in an attempt to calm him from his cries, but he doesn’t back down. He’s hasn’t felt this amount of happiness in so long that he feels there’s nothing else his body can do.

He reaches his hands up to her face again, admiring her from what he can see between all the tears in his eyes and the squinting of his lids. He presses his lips to hers, but the kiss doesn’t last long before he’s sobbing again—bringing her face down to the dip of his shoulder while he holds her there.

She giggles, shaking her head softly.

“Didn’t I promise you, love?”