i really do feel terrible

something that is like really not talked about that much w mental health stuff is just like. how easily it can come back. One day I’m really doing ok and not even thinking bad stuff and then one terrible thing can happen the next day and I absolutely…. spiral. And then it’s really hard to reach out for help because people are like well you seemed fine this whole week/month/these past few months so what can really be wrong? And I’m like u know what? ur right! I can’t b feeling this right now! I didn’t do anything to earn these terrible feelings! Which really just feeds into the whole thing!

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doodled a cone in class today, and pencil sketches are always a good excuse for a start-to-finish progress post ୧ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ʔ୨

Daddy

Originally posted by imso-dun

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Yeah boi || Could you write a Brendon fic where he is very dominant and controlling? The reader knows this and likes to try and push Brendon’s buttons. This could lead to some daddy kink perhaps? I would be extremely grateful!

Warnings: NSFW || smut, cursing, teasing, daddy kink, slightly public play, mentions of fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex. 

Masterlist: Here

Okay so as much as I love pleasing you guys, I’ve been starting to feel like I’m doing really shitty and my stories are getting worse. If mine start to get boring or it feels repetitive, please let me know. I want to write the best stuff possible, but lately I feel like I’m doing terrible. This turned out really really long. Like it takes FOREVER to get to the smut. I really liked the lead up. Sorry it took like a million years man. Also, I do not condone unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it guys. Stay safe. I hope you guys enjoy. xx


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I’m incredibly terrified excited to announce that I’m writing a fic!!!

It’s no secret that I have an overwhelming amount of feels for Tsukki. I have spent a shameful amount of time analyzing his character, speculating his motivations, and developing countless head canons. A couple weeks back one of my dear friends on here made a suggestion that I try writing. At the time I totally brushed her off like that was the craziest thing in the world..and here we are now, hah.

This fic will follow Kei’s development from the moment Karasuno lost to Seijoh in Season 1 all the way through the end of Season 3. My goal is to give you all an inside look at what (I think) Kei possibly went through all that time. Actual canon events and conversations will be used (and tweaked, at times) along with many new situations that I think may have happened behind the scenes while the focus was more on Hinata/Kageyama. (And let’s be honest, I really just needed an excuse to write third gym antics)

Chapter 1 will be posted this Friday, but to thank you all for taking the time to read all of this rambling, there is a preview here under the cut! =^^=

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I don’t actually post much about myself, but I guess this is my blog. Panic attacks are scary. You’re just laying there trying to fall asleep and then you’re suddenly it feels like your chest is about to catch on fire. Mine are primarily physical symptoms that tend to very closely mimic those of a heart attack. Which I’m not having, but in the moment you’re not thinking right and you have to convince yourself that you’re not actually dying. It’s a chore. I’ve gotten so that I can recognize when it’s starting and with deep breathing pretty much keep it from getting worse, but the feeling kind of lingers for awhile, lurking and just waiting for you to stop concentrating on breathing.

I don’t know what I’m worrying about right now. Usually it’s my health. I have an irrational fear that when I get sick I’m going to be really sick, when in fact I’m in quite good health and in the care of some very skilled health care professionals. My asthma flared up a bit in the past few days, but that’s controllable. Am I worrying about school? I don’t know. There is some uncertainty about what I’ll be doing for the summer session, but I should be happy because I ended the 2nd semester with 4 As. Really that’s something I should be proud of. Getting straight As in grad school is nothing to scoff at. Maybe I’m worried about working after I finish school. I definitely am nervous about getting a job and then being on my own more or less, but that’s still a ways off. Maybe I’m worrying about being alone and not feeling wanted. I never dated anyone seriously in university and I feel like I really messed up there and don’t really know what to do now. I’m shy in person and make friends very slowly. Online I’m outgoing and strike up conversations with people all the time, but in person I don’t know what to do. I’m scared I’ll be alone and not wanted. I know this is irrational because it’s not true, but I worry about it.

I guess by writing this all down it helps me figure out what I’m panicking about. Maybe this helps someone else too.

Sometimes I love the internet. I may be writing something totally self-indulgent and needed a magical word that started with ‘L’…*looks shifty*…for reasons. I literally googled ‘magical words that start with l’ and got a whole page. And found the perfect word. What an age we live in.

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I'm Not In Love (Star-Lord Smut)

As requested by anon: All I want for Christmas is more StarLord Smut! Maybe you almost get hurt and Peter gets mad then admits he was scared?

Influenced by: “I’m Not In Love” by 10cc

Warning: poorly written smut lies ahead. 

It had been almost a week since Peter had spoken to you. At first you understood. After all, you’d completely gone against his instructions. You wandered away from him on a rather sketchy planet after he’d warned you countless times to stick by his side, resulting in some unidentifiable creature slamming you against a wall and sinking its teeth into your arm as you lost consciousness. Luckily he’d gotten to you before it was too late, leaving you with only a few shallow puncture wounds and the wrath of Star-Lord.

And so because you were not dumb, and because you truly felt bad, you let Peter give you the cold shoulder. It went against everything in your nature, as you tended to be the type of person who went straight to wailing and groveling whenever you fucked up, but it was a small ship and a long journey to your next destination. There would be plenty of time for blubbering apologies. Or at least you thought.

Peter had grown irritated with everyone on the Milano at least once, and while he’d spit out a few snotty remarks, he was never one to truly yell. Instead, he would lock himself in the cockpit and then emerge a few hours later as if nothing ever happened. For those reasons and the fact that it’d been a whole week, you were beginning to rethink your “just leave him alone” approach, and on the eighth night of being ignored you found yourself knocking on the door to the cockpit after everyone was asleep.

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When you said your last goodbye
I died a little bit inside
I lay in tears in bed all night
Alone without you by my side

anonymous asked:

Can i ask you sonething? I dont know what to do. My ex who really treated me bad is now trying to change the things and is changing his behaviour. It sounds good but i was moving on and feeling good with myself and free and now he is doing this. I feel terrible because he really cares and i dont know what to say to him.

It’s good that your ex is focusing on improving himself, however, that still doesn’t require you to invite him back into your life. You leaving him obviously sparked an incentive for him to fix up and again that’s good.

Move on. Don’t feel bad.
Always remember why you left in the first place. There’s more destined for you.

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Roy doesn’t even stop to talk to Damo. He’s run down the street so fast he can hardly see through the perspiration pouring down his face- time is of the essence because he isn’t 100 % certain that Sonia isn’t going to forgo lunch completely to march down here and rip him a new arsehole for buying drugs, provided that Georgie has told her that’s what he’s doing. Which of course Georgie would have. Dear sweet, gullible Georgina.
The warm weather has tempted a lot of people out of their homes and it’s a lot busier at the pool than it was yesterday. Claudia is sitting in the same spot, wearing the same expression of terminal boredom. Roy pauses for a few moments to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his face. His stomach lurches with disappointment as he stares at her. Damn.
Roy: Claudia! Hey!
Her neck swivels and she bestows a beatific smile on him, which makes his stomach fall onto the wet concrete and shrivel up. Her smile disappears as she stares at his face.
Claudia: What? What is it?
Roy: Can you step down from there for a second? I really need to talk to you-
Claudia: Are you fucking kidding me? You’re cancelling? AGAIN???
A few MILFS have turned to stare at him. He tries to gesture at her to keep her voice down.
Roy: I’m really sorry, Claudia. Really, really sorry. Look, I can explain-
Claudia: Really? This had better be fucking good because I bought a new dress! It cost me §80! And I got a full fucking Brazilian! That cost me nearly the same!
Roy: Oh, man. I’ll give you the money. Please just talk to me. I feel terrible. I really do.

Even more so now he knows about the Brazilian.

X-Files Fic: What Was Taken, What Was Lost- Chapter Five

Previous chapters: One | Two | Three | Four

A/N:  This is the end!!!  I honestly thought it would have more chapters, but the entire story that I wanted to tell fit naturally into five, so five chapters it is!  Thanks for reading!!





As much as he wants to stay awake with Scully and make a plan for tonight, Mulder is still not recovered from his ordeal in the blizzard, and as a consequence, he sleeps for much of the day.  Scully is there every time he wakes, reading in the chair by his bed, studying case notes, nibbling on a plate of fruit from downstairs, napping by his side.  At seven o'clock, she pulls him out of bed and makes him get dressed.

“We need to get you moving before you grow roots in that bed,” she tells him, quelling his grumbling protests.  "Let’s go and have dinner downstairs tonight.“

"We can just as easily order it up to our room,” Mulder argues, but Scully remains firm.

“There’s no telling what will happen tonight,” she says.  "For all we know, you and I could end up running through the snow in the middle of the night again.  That’s going to be much harder to do if you’re stiff and sore because you haven’t used your legs all day.“  He’s about to continue fighting her, but the cramps that shoot up his thighs the moment he stands silence him, while she stands there, looking smug.  "Get dressed,” she says, handing him a pair of clean boxers from his suitcase.  His legs continue to protest as he raises them, one at a time, to pull his shorts on.  Looking up, he sees her grinning mischievously at him as she offers him a fresh pair of jeans.

“What?” he demands, taking the clothing from her.

“Do you need help?” she asks.  Glaring, he shoves his legs into his jeans with unnecessary force and winces, which only makes her smile wider.

“No, I do not need help getting dressed,” he growls, crossing the room (suppressing another grimace as his stiff joints protest- he doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction) and pulling a long-sleeved sweater from his suitcase.

“You seem a little stiff, is all,” Scully says.

“You didn’t mind me being stiff this morning,” he shoots back, leering at her, and she rolls her eyes, chuckling.

“Come on, Mr. Foster,” she says, taking his arm and leading him from the room.  "Let’s go get some food in you.“

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BITE: Chapter 2

percy jackson / teen wolf crossover. i’m thinking this is set post-HoO, post-ToA and post-MCGA for percy and co., and in between season 3a and 3b for the pack. because that’s not confusing at all. 

2/? - Scott

“This is suspicious,” Stiles declared, dropping his lunch tray onto the table and almost throwing himself into the chair opposite Scott. He picked up a handful of curly fries and attempted to eat them all at once, glaring at something over Scott’s right shoulder as he did so.

“What’s suspicious, your ability to inhale curly fries and not choke to death?” Lydia quipped, tucking her elbows in by her sides and leaning slightly away from him.

“Oh, haha.” Stiles pulled a face at her. He swallowed the mouthful of fries and pointed behind Scott. “No, them. The new kids.”

Lydia looked unconvinced. “Have you even spoken to them?”

“Not yet, but I’m bound to have a class with them before the end of the day.”

Scott craned his neck to look at where the transfer students sat, across the other side of the cafeteria. They looked pretty standard - extremely attractive, yeah, but there were plenty of good looking people at Beacon Hills High School who had nothing to do with the supernatural. They were both wearing jeans, the boy in a blue hoodie and the girl in a tight grey t-shirt, and they seemed to be chatting amicably to Danny and a few other guys from the Lacrosse team.

Scott spun back around and shot Stiles a skeptical look. “They seem normal to me.”

Stiles planted his elbow on the table and leaned forward, lowering the volume of his voice but increasing the emphasis. “Look, okay, just hear me out. When was the last time someone new showed up at this school - or in this town, even - and wasn’t a hunter or a werewolf or a homicidal maniac or something equally terrifying, huh?”

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make me choose: nobunari or tatsuki (alternative title: favorite nobu k&cs)

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But if mindscape theory/invisible wizard Author is actually true, this reunion is gonna be a billion times funnier.

30 YEARS OF GRIEVANCES FINALLY OFF THE CHEST.

anonymous asked:

Any hcs for your mafia! Iwa and cop! Daichi au? I really love your latest art

aaaaah thank you!!! i really enjoyed drawing it! ^^ well actually the commissioner @birthdaycupcake was the one who gave me the idea and a sort of background for it!

iwadai were friends in high school but somewhere their paths changed and in the scenes that i drew, daichi is upset about how iwa chose wrong path because he had a lot of potential to be more than just thug. (he couldve been a cop with daichi TToTT) daichi’s so frustrated that he even cries. i’d like to think that iwa does regrets his decisions, especially when seeing daichi being a good cop and how maybe he could be standing beside him and protecting citizens. but a part of him thinks this is where he was supposed to be and he doesn’t mind it. he just regrets making daichi cry ;o; so in the second img he pouts a little and asks daichi to forgive him :’>

i’d like to think this au would be a lot of run and chase kind of thing! daichi always trying to catch iwa but never really successful because he’s too soft-hearted when it comes to iwa. because when they encounter each other, iwa always gives him a look, something sincere and loving and tender and it gets daichi weak. and its not like iwa does it and takes advantage of daichi being soft on him, it’s that he wishes he could whisk daichi away with him but he’ll never do that because he wants daichi to remain good and untainted, stay as the only light in his life that he has left…… /cries ok im sorry that got too angsty