i need me a brew

A serious topic coming up

To my friends, the ones still here, my new ones, my old ones.
Life is fucking unfair. That’s the way it is. It sucks.
For me, it’s a matter of picking up your pieces and carrying on, forced smile or not.s o many others are in the same position as I am. It’s unfair.

I deserve to be here.
What happened to me is not who I am.

I had a talk with my on-call therapist, calling her happy as I was, because she asked me to.
I was up, up up up. Soaring. Smiling, dancing. Talking in ALL CAPS because being excited is exciting.
I had to wait until 8am
She asked me
“What’s different?”

And really thought about it. We laughed.
And I think the simplest answer to give is that I was comfortable, but she told me that I was comfortable behind covered windows and silent nights too.

So I thought about it some more.

“I feel accepted”, I said. “Validated”. Real.

And for my trauma to make me feel, not feel, cry, scream, kick and puke. Isn’t that unfair?
That a father, someone sworn by blood to care, reduces you to a work of fiction? Of pity?

But I care, I said. I don’t care. I want to change. I want it gone. I want me to rise, to feel, to laugh.
I want to smell hot chocolate and not get the urge to run.
And I cried. I cursed her for taking my happy away.

“But you are real” she said. “And you are healing.”

I told her life is unfair. And she told me, she was silent, but after she told me:
“Yes it is”

And it is.

It fucking is. And I curse mental illness. I curse the long road of recovery, I curse all the nights howling because I can’t speak, I curse hyperventilating, I curse confusion, I curse alcohol, I curse running until your legs give out, I curse food, meat, sleepingpills.
I curse wanting to understand, I curse privilege, I curse all the things I can’t help. I curse sadness, I curse loud noises. I curse it! I curse it all! How it sits and festers inside of you! I curse it!
I curse looking at yourself in the mirror and wanting to rip your skin off. I curse alternate universes, I curse screaming at your phone, I curse the feeling of loneliness, of being disgusting, of being unreal. Of the never enough. 

I don’t want to be the victim anymore. I dont want to curse, i dont want this anger. I want to heal. 

I will heal.

monamemonetoile  asked:

Hi Wil! A few years ago, you accepted my friend request on untappd & it made my day. I was quite into the craft beer scene & met people who are among my closest friends now. I stopped drinking about 18 months ago. I was finding that my depression and anxiety meds weren't working as well as they could be. I was in a dark place then, however, life is brighter now. I have a 3 month old daughter and she is everything. Do you miss beer & all it's fun? Do you think you'll return to brewing? Thanks :)

I quit drinking almost 18 months ago, too! Some days I miss beer, but mostly I don’t even think about it. I’m not an addict, so it was more of a life choice than a sobriety choice, but I have stayed away because I also noticed that my meds were less effective (and I just wasn’t able to lose the weight my knees and hips were telling me I needed to lose).

I miss brewing, but I’ve been baking bread and roasting coffee and brewing kombucha, so I’m pretty much scratching the same itch as I did with brewing.

Congratulations on being a parent! Remember: it’s supposed to be challenging, and that’s okay.

Severus Snape X Male!Reader - suppressant.

title: suppressant. 

Alpha!Severus Snape X Omega!Male!Reader
warnings: sexual themes, mpreg, smut ensues
he/him pronouns used for reader
when you see ’–’ it means some time has passed/pov shift
omegaverse au
**au where there is no threat of voldemort
***reader is around 26ish and this would take place during harry’s fifth year

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Well, that's annoying

My office is selectively blocking some images and video on this here website; the photos just render blank and the videos appear to load without ever fully loading. What’s weird is that there doesn’t seem to be a pattern to it. I don’t follow any NSFW blogs (I guess the odd progress photo and/or woman working out in a sports bra comes across sometimes), and what I can see so far as being blocked is all SFW by the broadest definition. As in, if someone saw it over my shoulder, I wouldn’t care and they wouldn’t see anything unusual. I also see that some recipe blogs I check for work appear to be affected which…?

(The only other major area at work I have found a block in is sites that are categorized as “Alcohol.” If I’m going to a brewery after work I can’t look on their site to see their brews because that will be blocked – which seems foolish because looking at a beer menu is not the same as drinking. You know?)

some quick and simple tagging guidelines...

because I ALWAYS see people struggling to grasp this stuff, no matter how often people say it. Hopefully this will be worded in a way everyone can understand. If not, you’re always free to ask me for clarification so you don’t mess up and get a hoard of angry people coming after you :/

1. If it’s got anything to do with a ship, don’t put it in main tags (eg. don’t mix septiplier in with #markiplier or #jacksepticeye)

  • It really is that simple. doesn’t matter anymore if it’s just hand holding or a kiss on the cheek, it doesn’t belong in the main tags
  • This is twice as important if you’re posting something nsfw! That should never go in the main tags, and should probably be kept out of the ship tag as well because young people go into those tags and don’t need to see that stuff // some people just don’t care to see it.
  • Also, for the love of fUCK don’t ever tag a person’s actual significant other in your ship posts, that’s fucking rude
  • If it isn’t ship related in any way, then you’re free to post the thing in main tags. In fact, please do, because it will get your content out there more, people will find it and enjoy it!

2. Tagging and @ -ing someone are different, but when it comes to ship things and nsfw, neither are acceptable options

3. Putting a tag in your reblog will (usually) not make the post show up in the tag when you search it

  • But if someone asks you not to tag something a certain way, don’t tag it. Don’t go against the creator like that, it’s disrespectful. 

4. Depending on how you use tumblr’s searching feature, things will show up in a tag/search just by typing the thing in your caption/post. 

  • For example, the fact that I wrote both markiplier and jacksepticeye above will make this post show up in those tags/searches. So if you’re going to make something ship-related, avoid using full usernames and stuff. seriously, just don’t do it.
  • However, this doesn’t apply to reblogs.. but that doesn’t mean you should go writing out usernames/tags in a reblog of a post anyway that’s kinda weird and unnecessary
  • this also applies to asks! If you send an ask to someone, or post an ask that has been sent to you, if a username is in that ask or your response, it will show up.

5. Don’t tag your hate. Not ever. It’s rude. I don’t care what your reasoning is, if you need to make a post complaining about how much you hate someone/something, keep it out of the tags ffs.

6. some things to note:

  • This is relevant to all ships, not just septiplier. no ship should ever end up in the main tags of the people in it. You’re free to ship what ever you want, but don’t shove it in people’s face. That’s the only thing we ask.
  • Following these rules is a simple way to avoid getting hate. If people are rude to you even after following these rules, they’re just assholes and you don’t need to pay them any mind.
  • However, if someone comes to you and respectfully points out a thing you’re doing that makes them uncomfortable or something, don’t be a dick in response to them. They likely have a reason for bringing the thing up, and if they’re being civil, you should be too.
The Wrong Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Originally posted by buttercupbarnes

Prompt: Ok, there were like nine dialogue prompts that I used in this, and I can’t be bothered to find them all, so YEAH. 

A/N: I’M SORRY. I’M SO SO SORRY. PLEASE PREPARE YOURSELF FOR PAIN. Thank you to (or curse you, however you want to look at it) to the two lovely anons who wanted to ruin Bucky’s life, for the prompts. I promise after this will be fluff. 

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War Is Brewing, Clarke

Holy. Shit. Just when you think Commander Lexa couldn’t get any more badass. This was clearly inspired by @papurrcat ‘s amazing artwork!!! This took so long oh god, i don’t think I’ve ever worked so long on a digital art piece!

Whenever I see YOU…

I just want to take off all of my clothes because you make me feel free.

Wait… What I meant to say was…

Whenever I see YOU…

I just want to drop to my knees….

That came out wrong…See…That’s what you do to me…

YOU…make me speechless in my mind. I have to talk with my heart

YOU…have the ability to jumpstart, something I never knew existed…inside of me.

I’m so energized by we…I mean us…I mean YOU… have this hold on me.

I would say it’s magnetic, but even when we repel we connect, It’s hard to neglect, my body can’t reject…YOU.


I need this recipe you brewed… The one that makes me so, vulnerable to YOU…

Because, it’s only right that I get you to drink this brew too.

I think they call it true love. Sprinkled with a dash of pain. Covered in bliss, and garnished with blood from our veins.

We could be each other’s fool, if you get blessed with this curse too. Served hot or cold so…

Here Adam…Drink up…I’m Eve, holding your cup…let’s get drunk on true love.

Forbidden is for those with limits …We don’t apply…DRINK UP!!!

Don’t you trust me?


My therapist said something to me yesterday that kind of struck me, and I feel like others need to hear this too

She told me “you need to be comfortable with being uncomfortable”

And honestly if that isn’t the truest shit I’ve heard, I don’t know what is

Hogwarts Part 4 (Luke Hemmings)

Part 1
Part 2 

Part 3

“What do we have first class?” I ask no one in particular. As we sit down before breakfast in the multi-common room.

“Double potions, I think.” Luke replies

“Eww. Why? I’m not in the mood for potions” (Y/F/N) Complains

I don’t know why she doesn’t like potions. I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite subject but I still like it. I got an O in my OWLs which I was delighted with. She says it’s because it’s too hard and professor Lloyd doesn’t teach it properly.

“When is the next quidditch practice.” (Y/F/N) asks.

“Tomorrow, I can’t wait. I miss playing.”

“Why do you even bother, its not as if you are good enough to win.” Luke says out of no where, I’m sure he is only messing but I just don’t find it funny.


“You heard me.” He smirks.

“What the hell, Luke.”

“Wow, calm down.”

“Just shut up Luke.”

“It was just a joke.” He starts to get defensive.

“Shame, it wasn’t that funny. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going for breakfast.” I storm off. Its bad enough that I don’t think I can do it, without him saying it too.

I walk to class alone, still angry at what Luke said. By the time I make it to the dungeons everyone is seated. I take my seat with (Y/F/N) at our usual bench in front of the boys.

“Settle down. I’ve got a very exciting class planned to day.” Lloyd began. “First I must put you in pairs and before you ask, yes I already have a list made.” At this everyone groans. I wonder who I will be put with. Knowing my luck it will probably be Luke. Oh don’t jinx it. Touch wood, touch wood, touch wood.

“(Y/F/N) you will be with Luke Hemming’s.” Yes not me. (Y/F/N) gets up from our bench and walks to the bench behind us. “This must be a mistake, I put Mr.Hemmings down twice.” He furrows his brow whilst checking the list again. “Ah yes, sorry about that but Luke Hemmings will be with (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You jinxed it, well done (Y/N).

“Sorry professor that won’t work.” I just don’t want to talk to him right now.

“And why is that?”

“Ehh umm.”

“That’s settled.” Uhh usually professor Lloyd is really understanding, I have a feeling to day is not my day.

I pick up my stuff and move to sit beside Luke.

“Before you say anything we will work not talk and if talking is required it will be minimal.” Wow I’m a bitch. The hurt look on his face makes me want to hug him and tell him that I forgive him for what he said earlier. That I know it was only a joke. I really like him but he hurt me, I just need time.

“Today we will be brewing Amortentia. Can anyone tell me what that is?  Yes Miss Collins.” Of course Isabells hand was the first up, she was one of the top in our class. She was a really nice girl too.

Wait, that is a love potion. I’m going to have to make a love potion with Luke Hemmings. Perfect, I think sarcastically

“That is a love potion, it causes the drinker to become infatuated with the giver of the potion. However, true love cannot be produced through artificial means, and thus the feelings that Love Potions create are more like obsession than affection.”

“Excellent miss Collins 10 points to Hufflepuff.” Lloyd beamed, She is his favourite student. “Turn to page 394 and you may begin.”

“First we need Ashwinder eggs, Rose thorns, Peppermint and Powdered Moonstone.” I say while not looking up from my book. When Luke doesn’t move I slam my book down on the table and make my way to the cupboard to get the ingredients. What is wrong with that boy today?

I add in the ashwinder eggs and stir three times clockwise. Then I add in the rosethorn and peppermint. I leave the potion to brew for 20 minutes. Luke still hasn’t moved from the spot he took 20 minutes ago.

“Am I going to have to make this potion all by myself?” I snapped.

“Well what do you want me to do?”

“We are partners, so you do what you can to help but if you really need me to tell you what to do measure out the powdered moonstone.”

He leans across me and grabs the moonstone, his arm brushing off mine, sending a rush of heat through me. What does that mean? It doesn’t matter. “Well aren’t partners supposed to communicate?” oh crap he has me there.

Forty five minutes later our potion is done. We are the second to finish. As you could guess Isabell and Ashton was first.

“Well done Mr Hemmings and Miss (Y/L/N), now tell me what you smell.” Lloyd asks.

Luke leans in and sniffles, I look at him intensively. I wonder what he will smell, will it have anything to do with me? Of course not why would it? After a minute or so he says “I smell Fresh parchment, ehm… firewhiskey and…” he pauses before saying. “Strawberries.” My heart sinks, wait why am I so upset that he doesn’t smell anything to do with me? Why would he?

“Very good Mr Hemmings.” Slughorn praises Luke for probably the first time in his whole career at Hogwarts. “Now, Miss (Y/L/N) what do you smell?”

I copy Luke and lean in and sniffle until the fumes of the potion fill my nose. Wow, I start to fill I little light headed as the potion draws me in. “I smell my quidditch broom, the forest and” I smell, to sum it up, I smell Luke, does that mean I love him?

My legs start to carry me. First I back away from the table slowly. Luke and Lloyd both have confused looks on their faces. Next thing I know I’m running out of the classroom. I hear someone call my name but I don’t stop. I run up the stairs from the dungeons and then out into the open air, rain plummets at my feet but I don’t care I just keep running, I don’t know where I’m running to but I don’t think it matters I just need to be alone.

I love Luke, I love him and he doesn’t love me. I can’t help but feel sorry for myself. I run along the black lake until I reach an oak tree. I fall to my knees, the rain falls against my face and runs down my cheeks and nose until they fall and hit the ground. A tear escapes my eye and like the drops of rain it falls to the ground.

It’s only now that I realise I don’t have my jumper on. I’m kneeling on the wet grass in a skirt and shirt. The rain has made my shirt wet and see through revealing my black bra.

“Uhh.” I let out a groan. Why does life have to be so complicated? I don’t even think I believed in love until now. I’m in love with one of my best friends who I just told I didn’t want to speak to because he was being an ass.

I pull my knees to my chest and lean against the tree, letting my head rest on the trunk of the tree. This is more drama then I ever want in my life.

“(Y/N)?” Luke? How did he find me?

“How did you know I was here?” I ask.

“You told me before that you liked to come here to think so I thought I’d take a chance.” Why did he have to find me? “What happened in potions? Why did you run off?” he takes three steps closer to me, leaving a metre between us.

“I can’t tell you.” I push back the hair that has begun to stick to my face.

“You can tell me anything just because you are angry at me doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

“It doesn’t matter that you care it won’t change anything.” My volume of my voice begins to increase. “I can’t tell you.”

“Just tell me for Merlin’s sake.” he shouts. I stand up but keep my distance.

“I can’t tell you I love you because it will ruin of friendship.” I say before I can stop myself. “I’m in love with you and you don’t love me back. You can be really annoying, goofy and an idiot but I still love you because you’re funny, nice, kind and caring. None of that matters though because you don’t feel the same way.” I take a deep breathe.

“What are you talking about? Of course I love you back. (Y/N), I’ve been in love with you since the first time I met you, I might have only realised it recently but I have always loved you.”

“You don’t have to spare by feelings, it’s okay.”

He grabs my waist and pulls me in until my body crashes against his and we stumble back a bit. He crushes my lips with his and kisses me passionately. Within seconds I realise what’s happening as I kiss him back.

After what feels like forever, we pull away. I can’t help but grin as he grins back at me. “Nice bra. Will I be seeing it more often?” he winks trust him to turn a romantic moment into a perverted one but I still laugh and hit him playfully.


“Does this mean you will be mine? He asks

I reconnect our lips to answer his question

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He kisses my forehead. “I brought you this.” He pulls out his Ravenclaw hoodie from under his jumper and hands it to me.

“Thanks,” I pull the hoodie over my head, it’s a bit big but it’s comfy. “I lost mine.” I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a gentle peck on the lips.

“Keep it, I want everyone to know your mine and I’m yours.” He leans down and kiss’ me once on the forehead and then on the tip of my nose before he places his lips on mine.


7 minutes (4/?)

“we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you”

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch. 3FF.net

A/N - I got this done earlier than expected! Saturday might be a bad day to post, but here you go anyway. :) Thanks to everyone who has been reblogging this story, I get new amazing readers every time you do!

She knows she should pull away from him, but it feels so good wrapped up in his arms and she’s honestly not sure what will happen when this moment breaks. His determination to not let her sidestep her feelings has her off balance, all previous intentions of not letting this happen having crumbled with each soothing touch of his lips as he promised to be patient. Leaning her head back slightly from his, she forces herself to look him and despite the lack of her glasses making it a bit hard to focus, she can still see the huge smile on his face. God she loves him.

“Are we okay?”

Her voice is still a bit shaky from her tears, but she hopes it doesn’t sound as full of fear as it did before.

He reaches up to brush the wet path still left from her tears from her cheeks before he is pushing her glasses back in place, goosebumps rising under her skin at the feel of his fingers as they tuck a stray curl behind her ear.

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you are the sea, upon which i float (cs one-shot)

summary: emma passes by killian every morning on her daily run. she’s never spoken to him all that much, but of course she goofs up and accidentally runs into him. literally.

wc: 2.2k or so.

a/n: yeah no i haven’t written in forever, forgive me as i need to get back into the groove of things. (also on ao3)

Her mornings are the same rinse and repeat process. While she dreads getting up early, she does it anyway, and if anything, it’s merely to fit in the morning run she takes across the beach and to the docks before taking a turn home to shower and get ready for the rest of her day as Sheriff of Storybrooke.

But to be honest, there’s nothing ever to really be worried about in this small town.

And no, she totally doesn’t sacrifice sleeping in for the hot guy — Killian Jones — she passes every time during her hot run. No, she doesn’t notice the way his short sleeve shirt clings to his skin or the way sweat droplets roll down his skin. Emma doesn’t care about the way his hair is plastered to his forehead slightly and the way his lips are just parted as he exhales.

(Perhaps she’s a tad insane.)

It’s not like she talks to him, though. They nod and smile at each other, perhaps change a silent hello as they both have motivational music blasting into their ears, but never once have they really spoken. And yet, it feels like she knows him plenty already just from observing him. Not just while he runs, but the occasional times of noticing him at work on his ship or seeing him at Granny’s. Sometimes she might just be eyeing him from afar, taking notice of the stubble that runs along his jaw, accentuating the sharpness.

And god forbid her from speaking about his voice. Gentle and smooth.

(She’s in over her head, for Christ’s sake.)

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Diabolik Lovers More Blood Azusa Ecstasy Epilogue Translation

Dark Master Post   Maniac Master Post   Ecstasy Prologue   Ecstasy 01 Ecstasy 02   Ecstasy 03   Ecstasy 04  Ecstasy 05   Ecstasy 06   Ecstasy 07   Ecstasy 08   Ecstasy 09   Ecstasy 10   Ecstasy Epilogue  .


With a group that seemed like family,

I escaped the orphanage.

I can say honestly,

That I couldn’t sleep before we escaped

It was terrible.

But… …

When you run deliriously,

You don’t think of that.

To be sharing the run with these people――

With just that alone I was happy.

Even so, there’s more ahead,

I say there’s more happiness in store.

Just how much happiness would it be?

I think while looking up to the sky.

The sky is high and clear,

I couldn’t grasp it even if I reached my hand out to it.

It’s blue, so blue, very blue.

But I was happy.

To have such emotion

Remain in me made me glad,

I felt happiness once again.

Thus, like this

I want to run forever.

Forever… …

-Flashback; Scene: Forest-

*Bushes Rustle as Yuma and Kou Run*

Ruki: Oi Azusa! Stop looking at the sky and come along!

Azusa: O-Okay… …!

H-Hey Ruki… … The sky’s really blue and beautiful.

(It makes me wonder… …how it can bring much happiness to me)

(From now on… … I’ll be together with everyone)

( was anxious when we were escaping from the orphanage, but now… …I’m glad we did――)

*Gunshots Ring Out*

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FC Barcelona player Dani Alves being weird while Claudio Bravo and Rafinha Alcantara share a moment during the team’s official 2015/2016 photo shoot.