i think i'm getting... a little better

anonymous asked:

I think I’ve freaked you out. I’m not good at talking to people and every time I send an ask it gets ignored but like... now weird shit is happening. Like I asked an extremely specific question no one’s ever asked and someone else’s ask with that same specific question popped up with your answer. I didn’t mean to sound creepy or stupid or like a bot or something. Sorry about that...

Hi, Anon! I took a screenshot of my inbox that will hopefully make you feel a little better:

Yes, that’s 936 asks…

I promise I haven’t been ignoring you! I’m sorry that you felt that way. I haven’t gotten any asks recently that made me feel uncomfortable– I’ve just gotten a lot! So many that it’s hard for me to keep up with them.

I hope this doesn’t discourage you or anyone else from sending me an ask! I enjoy talking to you guys. :<

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aj anthology “a certain night’s mystery?”

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  • Garrus: Shepard. So I guess this is--
  • Shepard: Just like old times?
  • Garrus: Hm. Might be the last chance we get to say that.
  • Shepard: Think we're going to lose?
  • Garrus: No. I think we're about to kick the reapers back into whatever black hole they crawled out of. Then, we're going to retire somewhere warm and tropical and live off the royalties from the vids. Maybe even find out what a Turian-Human baby looks like.
  • Shepard: I'm game. Though I think adoption's a better idea--biology may not cooperate.
  • Garrus: Hmm... I suppose there will be a lot of little Krogan around soon.
  • Shepard: We just have to beat the reapers first.
  • Garrus: James told me there's an old saying here on Earth. 'May you be in Heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead.' Not sure if Turian heaven is the same as yours, but if this thing goes sideways and we both end up there, meet me at the bar. I'm buying.
  • Shepard: We're a team, Garrus. There's no Shepard without Vakarian. So you better remember to duck.
  • Garrus: Sorry, Turians don't know how. But I'll improvise. And Shepard... forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you...
  • Garrus: Come back alive. It'd be an awfully empty galaxy without you.
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get to know me - 1/5 favourite male characters: Snafu Shelton (The Pacific)

Don’t worry, we got a nickname for you too, Bill Leydon. We call you Ball-Peen Hammer. Like a little hammer, for a little man. Alright, Snafu. Shit-N-Ass… Fuck-Up.

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  • someone: "short"
  • Edward Elric: What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated as the youngest in my class on State Alchemy, and I've been involved on numerous secret raids on Drachma, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top alchemist in the entire Amestrian armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the Amestris and your address is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Amestrian Military and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

Overwatch Outfit-Swap: Symmetra and Reinhardt

[Submission by @drunken-pilot ]

It’s clunky, it’s crazy, but Symmetra doesn’t hate all the armour. It keeps her safe. 

And we all know how much Reinhardt loves his armour - but I think he’d really enjoy wearing something that breathes a little better. It’s the eccentricity in him. 

Thank you for the submission! 

  • Someone: Bakugou acts like a villian
  • Aizawa: What the fuck did you just fucking say, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at U.A, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on The League of Villians, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm one of the top heroes in the entire world. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit because I'm injured? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the world and your bank account is being hacked right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of heroes the U.A. has to offer and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
  • me: I think my iron levels are low, I'm pretty tired and have no energy for anything.
  • someone: oh you just need to stop being lazy! :) Get up and be active! :) A little exercise will make you feel better! :)
  • me: ya know that's not how anemia works but thank you for your input
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Kibum’s really cute, glad to see that Jonghyun thinks so too. 

(please read the tags ^^)

because of that new interview with lauren and joaquim where they mention klance and such… i know some people will probably stress over this. i’m just popping in to say that i really don’t think you guys have anything to worry about. you have to look at the bigger picture here. you have to take all the knowledge you have about klance and all the knowledge you have about the romance in the show. all the things that have been said in interviews. all the things that we have been given in canon. you have to make sure you put it all together and don’t just focus on ONE thing. don’t just zero in on something you think is negative… look at the handfuls of stuff that supports klance. how it all just makes way too much sense. i still stand by my thoughts on klance being planned from the start. season 1 was obviously already done before they knew how any of the fans would react, i’m pretty sure season 2 was already finished before season 1 was out, as well. season 3 has probably been done for awhile, probably season 4, too. which means all of their moments and how they have developed was done with absolutely no influence from the fandom or the fans. they did it on their own, they planned it completely on their own. “a very natural arc planned between those two…” i’m still sure on them becoming romantically involved. they are the only two who fit the definition of a slow burn relationship perfectly. i know people are still going to stress but i wanted to at least let you all know that i still stand firm on all of this. my thoughts on this interview are that they are trying not to spoil anything. they can’t say too much, i think they’re trying to possibly throw us off a little. the point is, try not to worry. look at everything together. be patient.

Detroit already had a perfect name for a post-BLI world: Motor City.

It’s a manufacturing capital again, BLI’s tech city, not just for cars anymore. The scientists there pioneered the droids over years of research. Rebooting the factories won BLI a lot of points in the early days. 

Of course it was a problem that the city was so sprawling- all those cars were built to get them somewhere, right? So they razed a lot of the surrounding area, some of it partially done for them during the wars. But the zones extend through the buildings that got away from the bulldozers and the bombs, going into the areas that were the suburbs once upon a time. The killjoys who occupy these places are the runners and raiders, mostly ones who got out but know it well enough to get back in and out without capture by the high-tech security. These joys work little sabotages, and get the supplies needed out to the ones who live farther away- they built all those cars, so they built miles and miles of highways too. 

Up and down the broken asphalt, reclaimed by nature through nuclear and natural winters, there are settlements that hide in plain sight. The trees have started growing back in, scrubbier than before, browner, but trees. The bright neons of the killjoys in the desert would stick out like a sore thumb here. The forest dwelling joys use things that glow instead, glitter in the day to create flashes in between trees as they run like deer, flares at night to guide travelers to safe spots. Most of them are not actively fighting BLI in any way other than living, truly living. They just wanted to get out and rebel in the simple way of feeling, and so they did. And they guide others on their way as well, up to the neutral northern towns. 

On a clear night, up in the top of the mitten, you can see the stars are coming back. 

anonymous asked:

How do you deal with self-doubt when studying? Like whenever I study and feel good after I always just think of how I'll probably fail anyway and that there was no point in studying that hard. I always just super nervous that I'm studying for nothing

Hi there. I get what you mean. Sometimes when things are overwhelming it is easier to think “why am I bothering?”. It is so important to remember that although studying can be boring, difficult, and overwhelming at times, it is for the best. You’re never “studying for nothing” so it is crucial for you to realise that every little bit you’re doing is helping - even if you don’t see it right away. Here are a couple of things that might help ease your mind:

  • stop making excuses and start doing - you’re probably in a cycle of wanting to do better but when it comes to actually trying, you’re either just lost or don’t feel like you can. Find small ways to be more productive - whether that be tidying up your desk, organising what you need to do, putting your work in order. If you get into a routine during each study session, you’ll find it a lot easier to stay motivated.
  • identify your doubts and learn to ease them - you’re going to be thinking “I can’t do this”, “I’m going to fail”, or “this is too hard” and that is totally understandable. Instead. you should think “I can’t do it yet but there is nothing stopping me from trying”, “if I fail, I’ll figure out why and try again”, or “I’m motivated to figure out this tricky thing”. If you can change your doubts around into positive opportunities to learn, you’ll be in a better mindset for studying. 
  • make an inspiring and positive work environment - if you’re sitting at a desk that doesn’t inspire you to work then you might find getting that extra motivation tricky. On your desk, you should have out things that will help you study like pens, post-it notes, motivational quotes, etc! If you wanted to you could check out my ‘motivational monday’ printables. They’re free to download and you can stick them up on your wall to help you stay positive about your studeies!
  • remember your previous successes - I’m sure you’ve had many awesome achievements in your life and they’re so important to remember. It’s so easy to forget those cool things you’d managed to do but think of how you felt when you were successful! Whilst you may still pass without studying, how great would it be to pass with flying colours because you revised!
  • remove the idea of “failure” from your mind - the likelihood is, if you’ve studied, you aren’t going to fail. You may perhaps get a lower mark than expected if you’ve not studied effectively but if you’ve done everything you should be, it is unlikely that you’ll fail because you were ill-prepared. Try to remain positive about your chance to prove yourself wrong. You can do it.

There is always a point in studying - even if it is for algebra… You shouldn’t allow yourself to feel bad for studying. Honestly, when it gets to need the information you’ve studied and you’re answering questions and remembering the information, you’ll probably realise there was no need to doubt yourself. I hope this helps xx

anonymous asked:

Could you please write one where Race takes care of the reader (a girlsie) when she gets sick while selling? I'm having a really bad day and I think it might help me feel better, I really love your blog :)

i’ve received a lot of requests for Race, and that makes me so gosh darn pleased, you guys. the next one i’ll have up will be a crutchie one, so be on the lookout. hope i could make your day a little better.—Nails

Nearly half your papers gone… Seemed like as good a time as any to break for lunch, you figured. Hopefully, you’d run into some of the boys, and they’d split the cost of some bread with you, like always. Today seemed to drag on and on, more so than other days. Your head felt full, and your ears muffled. There had been a cold going around among the boys… You pushed the possibility of that out of your mind and kept walking.

“Hey, there, lady!” Finch called. He was waiting outside glittering cafe with Albert. You couldn’t help but grin slightly at the goofy duo. Albert waved, a smile on his cheeks, and some dirt on his nose. “Took you long enough, you’re usu'ly the first one ‘ere.” Finch said. The pair of them embraced you.

You shrugged. “Tired, I think.” Your head immediately snapped away from them, feeling almost sick from how quickly you turned. The rabble coming from down the street was rabble that only could’ve belonged to two New Yorkers. Romeo and Race. Practically brothers, they were. Always pushing and daring each other, but wholly protective, especially Racetrack over Romeo. The shorter boy on Race’s back as they ran up.

Romeo clambered off of Race, and grinned. “Hello girls. And (Name).” He said. Albert firmly smacked him across the back of the head, firmly letting him know how stupid he was. There were very few things you loved more than watching the boys interact freely like this. It was a refreshing sight. You let out a couple of hard coughs, before Race walked over to you.

“Hey you,” the blonde boy started. Race placed an arm around your shoulder lazily. The two of you were… It was uncertain what you were. Always playing cat and mouse, it seemed. It was assumed by the others that the two of you were a couple, but there had been no formal agreement about anything between you. There was just Race and (Name). And that felt like what you two needed. Soft kisses on the cheek, fingers intertwined, shared cigarettes, support. “You sellin’ okay? New spot and all…” He asked.

You shook the bag of papers at your side and coughed again. “Near half.” You rasped. Race gave you a slight look, almost checking on you, and pulled his hat off. You cleared your throat and looked up at him slowly, afraid of making yourself dizzy again. “Your hair’s a rat’s nest, Race.” You reached a hand up to comb it back with your fingers, but he softly swatted your hand back, laughing.

Race turned back to the group of hooligans. “Alright, boys let’s get somethin’ ta eat.” He jeered. The lot of you poured through the doors, disrupting the quiet of the building, like every afternoon. After looking through the loaves of bread, you all agreed on one soft white bread. “Finch, check my math. Five cents a piece?” Race said, checking the price of the loaf.

“Five cents a piece.” The boy confirmed. All of the newsies reached for their pockets, pulling out pennies, Romeo got lucky and had a nickel. He always ended up with nickels. You stifled another cough into your elbow, and swiped at your nose with your sleeve. It wasn’t exactly your sleeve, it was Crutchie. He’d given you this shirt. You shoved your hand into your pocket and felt around for coins.

Race looked over at you. His eyes were flooded with concern. “Hey, no,” Race said softly. “I’ve got it.” You immediately opened your mouth to protest, with your newly gravely throat.

“No, ya don’t g-got it. I’m payin’.” You insisted. Race had already handed over the money for both of you before you could even finish. “Tony Higgins, I cannot believe you.” You crossed your arms over your chest at the boy. He just rolled his eyes at you. Romeo muttered a comment about you being dramatic. He was one to talk. After paying, you all stepped back on the the patio and sat down on the floor.

Albert placed his legs on top of yours and started to tear the bread apart and pass it around the group. Race pulled a couple of cigarettes out of his pocket, and offered one to you. Sadly, you declined with a cough and a shake of your head, and wiped some sweat off your face. “Alright, (Name), are you feeling okay?” He asked.

“Race, I—” a wheeze betrayed.

His face was laced with the highest of worry. “Come on, let’s get you back…” Race started.

“I gotta sell!”

Race grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up gently. “I’ll see you guys later. (Name) ain’t feeling so well, I’m gonna watch her.” You had no say now. Race walked you back to the lodging house, being almost too careful with you. The love in his eyes was ever present. “How do you feel?”

“Fine, Race.”

“That’s a lie. You was coughin’ and wheezin’. Let’s get you inside.”

He helped you into a bunk, and pulled some of your layers of clothing off. “You’re burning up, beautiful.” Race mumbled. “I’m gonna go getcha some water and a rag, alright?”

“Alright, try not to worry too much while you’re gone.” You whispered. He would worry, though. He was almost as big of a worrier as Davey. His brow would knit in on itself, and he would start to chew his lip. That was the look you saw every time you got soaked, busted, or sick. Worried Race, lead to angry Race and from there, it was a downward spiral. He reappeared with everything he’d mentioned. The tall boy dipped the cloth strip in the cool bowl and pressed it to your cheek. “I can do that, y-you goon.”

Race sigh. “Can’t I help you out this once? Show you that I actually give a shit?” He mumbled. “Because I do. And you scare the hell outta me sometimes, you know that?”

“It’s just a cold.”

Race shrugged, hands never leaving your face, which his was getting closer and closer to. “It’s better practice for next time. Just… Just let me try to be a good boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend…?”

“If you’re good with that, I mean—”

“Yes.”

“Matter of Pride”

The Secret of Moonacre is a ridiculously cute movie~!! I watched it completely on a whim for background noise and ended up falling in love with it~!! It’s a children’s novel originally, though I haven’t read it, so I’m only familiar with the movie-adaptation of it~!! I so strongly suggest people go watch it~!! I absolutely loved all the characters~!! 

AND THESE TWO~!! Maria and Robin~!! If you have no other reason to watch this movie, or somehow end up disliking it, then nonetheless watch it for the COSTUMES!! My gosh, are Maria’s dresses the prettiest things I’ve ever seen and I did NOT do any of her outfits justice in my little sketch~!! 

Gah~!! These two were just so perfect…everyone in that movie was perfect!! Please go watch it~!!