i really like her already


When Keith rescued Shiro, they exchanged familiar phrases of
“It’s good to have you back”, and “It’s good to be back”…

“How did you know to come save me?” 

But Shiro never thanked Keith for it.

Instead, Shiro turns to the others and thanks the others, as they’re outside of his inner group. He walks from the right side, where he and Keith are close, to go to the other side to meet the others.

This means that from the start, they had a relationship close enough where Shiro doesn’t have to.

Today has been a long, productive day. I woke up around 9:00 and went to my first DBT session with the skills therapist. I really like her, but I’m apprehensive about the entire class and I already know it’s going to push me outside of my comfort zone. It requires emotional check-ins and sharing somewhat personal information, which I’m not a huge fan of. Even with people I know really well, I tend to mask my emotions and prevent them from permeating my facial expression/tone of voice/body language unless the feelings get so big that I can’t control them. It’s something that T and I are working on. However, I’m feeling hopeful that DBT will be useful for managing my BPD.

After DBT, I came home and did some homework, played video games with Zack for awhile, then went to classes from 2:00-6:15. After classes, N and I went to the gym and lifted weights, and I’m really proud of myself because two and a half weeks ago I really struggled to bench 3 sets of 4 with just the bar and tonight I did 3 sets of 6 with pretty decent form. I love making measurable progress.

I finally got home around 8:15, then I spent about two and a half hours catching up on organic chemistry homework. I’m proud of myself for making an effort to keep on top of my reading by doing a few sections every day instead of trying to cram a whole chapter into one day. It’s really helped make it more manageable and I think I’m understanding the material better. We have our first exam next week, and I have to miss class on Monday because of work, so it’s good that I’m doing my best to learn the material as well as possible on my own.

It’s about 11:15 now, and I’ve taken my night meds and I’m getting ready to go to bed. Hopefully I’ll be able to get some decent sleep tonight since I’m exhausted after such a long day today.

  • The Fandom: Ed has so many moms! It's amazing.
  • Me, trying desperately to come up with a proper situation in which General Armstrong could possibly act semi-motherly without becoming ooc: He needs More

feuer-der-holle  asked:

50 sasusaku! Yayy for hopefully reading something by you again!

50 - going through a divorce au



“You’re making a mistake.”

His pen paused on the ink-printed page. Lips mulling slightly, Sasuke exhaled a slow breath before looking up to his father’s figure, finding him standing calmly by the frame of his office door. He looked at him steadily.

“Maybe in your eyes, father,” he finally replied, returning his attention to the finalizing papers at hand.

“This will change things for the company, Sasuke. If you end this marriage with the Hyuuga girl, you’re not just going to risk its future, you’re going to be throwing all your responsibilities away.”

His fingers tightened around the pen, mouth thinning. Taking care not to let too much anger seep into his tone, Sasuke shot back, “The responsibilities you put onto me as a child. I never wanted any of this. The only reason I went along with all this was so that one day you would see me for who I am and you would stop projecting the hopes you had for Itachi onto me.”

His father’s brows furrowed at that, but he kept his silence. Sasuke fought the urge to grit his teeth.

“I am not Itachi, father. I will never be able to do the things he wanted to do—the things you spent so much time training him for. I can’t—I can’t become the son that you lost.”

He swallowed tightly afterwards, eyes trained so diligently on his father’s ever-collected figure. He never liked to bring up Itachi’s death to him, not when he still remembered with acutely painful detail how his father had sobbed in the privacy of his study the night the news came to them. To this day, Sasuke had still never told him what he’d seen.

Then, his father’s hand curled, and his heart quickened. With vigilant eyes, Sasuke watched the man advance, glancing composedly around the office. His grip tightened again when his father’s gaze landed deliberately on a picture of a pretty pink-haired doctor sitting on his desk.

“Is this because of her?” he asked, tone smooth and bland—and tinged with something he didn’t like.

“Sakura is part of it, but she isn’t the one you need to blame. I’m the one who came to this decision. Sakura only helped me see the truth in what I truly wanted from my life. And she isn’t the only one.”

“Uzumaki—who the Hyuugas blame for seducing your wife.”

Ex-wife, whom I never loved, Sasuke corrects in his mind, but neglects to say. “Yes.”

“And that professor you’re so often seen with. Hatake, I believe.”

“Him, too.”

His father fixed him for a while, before leting out a long breath, so languid and quiet. It almost made him sound resigned, Sasuke realized, brows furrowing warily.

Then: “If that is truly what you want, Sasuke, then I will not stop you.”

Sasuke’s jaw slackened, shock rippling through him with enough force to leave him speechless, breathless. Mind spinning, he looked at his father with dazed, slightly widened eyes, noting the compliant acceptance in his features, faint traces of paternal fondness in his eyes and… an apology.

(for what he’d done, for never realizing the wishes of his remaining son’s heart. for trying to make him into someone he never could be.)

Sasuke’s throat grew tight. He took a moment to steady his thoughts.

Then, in one swift move, he straightened his figure and bowed to his father, lingering with great regard. “Thank you, father.”

He only stood up again when the sound of the door shutting echoed through his office, signaling his father’s exit. A faint smile growing to his lips, Sasuke took his seat once more, and finalized his divorce with one swift stroke of his pen.

Finally free, he thought, gaze settling fondly on the smiling picture of the only woman who ever had his heart. Feeling it rush with warmth, he reached for his phone and tapped swiftly on the screen until he found the right number, pressing on it.

He only had to wait two rings before she finally picked up.


“Hey,” he said. “It’s done. Can I see you tonight?”

Sakura giggled in reply. “Of course, Sasuke-kun. Pick me up at eight?”

Sasuke’s lips twitched wider. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date!” He could practically hear her smile. “I’ll see you later, Sasuke-kun.”

His eyes softened. “See you later, Sakura.”


OH MY GOD ok so dearsheroozle was sick and requested a Sweaty Engineering!Asami and Flustered!Korra drawing and I as usual made this way harder and more complicated than it needed to be and didn’t plan it out very well at all and had to just sort of make it work and anyway here it is 


Updated one of the very first sims I ever made in TS4. Prior to a couple of days ago, she hadn’t been touched since I last played the game in 2014. Her name is Louisa Whittaker, and she’s a creative, clumsy bookworm who desperately needs some nice CC lipstick and a pair of default or non-default eye contacts. I plan on using her to explore Sims 4 again. :D


The evolution of a queen - part 1 / part 2


tell me more about jay halstead’s past [15/∞]


@cataposa I was at the library today for like two seconds and was skimming the Tinkerbell comics and they were super gAY.


I finished rereading TPoH and wanted to design my own object head. introducing Lady Luck, who owns the largest chain of Casinos in the world. All of her shirts are made of cloth of gold, because she’s a huge showboat snob and Talks like a mob boss. Her head is a deck of cards.

She loves a good game of chance and she’s never lost in her life.  No one has the guts to accuse her of cheating. Her motto is  ‘the house always wins’ .  

RGB has always held a special place in her heart. This isn’t a good thing. She tends to be much, much harder on her favorites, because of how they  react to stuff. She bores easily, so finding new things to do and people to screw with is her hobby.  

i have feeling that she’d love Hero if they ever met. (RGB will never let them meet)

when u try and say you’re probably gay af nowadays instead of Pansesual and ur Ma is like 
“so do you still want to be on T??”


Thank you for wrapping this scarf around me….

(In which we try to do Chapter 50 shots and I can’t keep a straight face)