i want everybody to read it

What to do

If you want to kill yourself…

DON’T even think about swallowing those pillls, don’t even think about tying the rope and don’t you dare to touch the knife or open the window.

You have so much to life for, I realised it, it was scary enough for me yesterday.

Seriously, if you think nobody likes you, everybody is against you. Look at your surroundings. There is a person who cares about you. Loves you. Don’t throw everything away.

No matter what, we still care, we love you and don"t want you to die!

Thanks for reading

anonymous asked:

I feel like the only one who thinks wolfram is a top! yea he wears a dress but let's not forget he can pin yurri very easily~~~

After reading some part of the novel my view to Wolfram changed he’s much more mature than in anime as everybody said before, I’m with you and believe Wolfram can do whatever he want~

anonymous asked:

I understand if you aren't comfortable with writing this but could you do a scott imagine where the reader self harms in different ways and she's always wearing long sleeves so at a pack meeting everyone bombards her with questions about why she's always wearing long sleeves and Lydia pulls up her sleeves and everyone sees the burn and cut scars? She runs out and Scott follows and there's fluff? Sorry it's so long...

Thanks for requesting! Also I just wanted to say that if you or someone you know is self harming you should get help or be there and help the person who is self harming. Nobody deserves to feel the need to harm themselves. Be there for them. Help them find their way again because everybody deserves to be happy and healthy. I hope you guys take the time to read this and help make a positive difference in somebody’s life.

Warning: Self Harm

Readers POV

Not pretty enough. Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Not good enough. Those were the thoughts that went through my head as I cut myself on my arms over and over again. Once I thought I had enough I leaned against the wall in my bathroom and just slid down until my butt touched the ground. I stared at my arms as the tears slowly slid down my cheeks one after another. After sitting there for what felt like hours I stood and cleaned up my mess. I got into bed and fell asleep, still feeling the emotional pain I went through each and every day.

The Next Morning at School

I walked through the school doors, making sure to pull down my sleeves. It was a very hot and sunny day but I couldn’t risk exposing my cuts to the pack. We usually meet in the schools library before school starts so that’s where I was headed. I walked in and took a seat next to Lydia.

“Hey Y/N.” Stiles greeted me.

“Hey Stiles. So what’s going on?” I asked trying to be casual. Lydia stared at me with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know, you tell us. It’s like a million degrees and you are wearing a hoodie like it’s Winter.” She pointed out.

“I’m just cold that’s all.” I said shrugging and trying to play it off as nothing.

“Really? Because you’ve been wearing hoodies and long sleeved shirts everyday, even on the hottest of days. I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. What are you hiding Y/N?” Lydia pushed the subject further.

“It’s nothing really! Can’t I just wear what I want without the fashion police being on my ass!” I exclaimed and stood up, almost knocking down my chair.

“I sometimes smell blood on you too, Y/N and I know it’s not your period.” Scott spoke up.

“Well maybe your senses are just off.” I said and went to grab my bag so that I could leave, but Lydia had other ideas. She grabbed my hand and pushed up my sleeve, revealing each and every one of my scars on my arm. The pack gasped and stared at my arm with wide eyes. My eyes started to water with tears.

“Why couldn’t you have just left it alone?!” I said to Lydia and ripped my hand away before exitting the library and then the school. I almost made it to my car when I heard footsteps running after me and someone gently grabbing my shoulder and turning me around to face them. It was Scott.

“Y/N, why? Why do you do it?” He asked with sadness in his voice. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Why not?” I responded back.

“Come on, Y/N that’s not a real answer.” He said. I looked into his amazing chocolate brown eyes and I knew I couldn’t keep it from him any longer.

“Because every morning I have to wake up is another morning I dread. I am so sick and tired of being labeled every where I go. I can just never be enough for anybody. So I thought I could ease my emotional pain with physical pain.” I told him as more tears fell down my face. Scott didn’t say anything for awhile and I thought he was just going to give up on me. But instead he picked me up bridal style and used his werewolf speed to take us to his house. We got to his house and he carried me up to his bedroom. He set me down on his bed and crouched down in front of me, resting his hands on my waist.

“I want you to understand one thing. You are enough. You are so incredibly beautiful. You are smarter than anyone I know including Lydia. Your kindess and your strength are both just phenomenal. The day you aren’t enough is a day that won’t exist, because you will always be enough, Y/N.” By the time he was done I was sobbing. Nobody has ever made me feel so special before. He made me feel as if I had the world in my hands and I never wanted that feeling to go away.

“Now whenever you feel like you need to cut or that you aren’t important or needed I want you to call me because I will make sure that those thoughts leave your head immediately. You are my inspiration and my hope, Y/N. I love you.” He pulled me into a hug and I held onto him like my life depended on it.

“I love you too, Scott.” I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy. It never is. But with Scott being by my side every step of the way, it made it less hard. I’m thankful I have someone like Scott to help guide me and I wish that every lost soul had someone to help them find their way again.

with all these articles coming out and upcoming interviews in the us its really hitting home for me that bts have made it. like they really made it. they have achieved what they set out to achieve and so much more. i am so freaking proud and I cant wait to see how far they will go

“Well… you are not wrong”.
“That means I’m right, right?”
“Name’s Cassian, by the way”.
“Jyn. And I’m still right.”

Jyn ends up texting with an handsome stranger who miswrote someone elses number.
Cassian ends up texting with a pleasent stranger who can’t cook anything edible.
Jyn really needs help, Cassian really loves to cook.

Error 450 : Wrong Number | Alexiel Mihawk on AO3


And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?” She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.” Color rose to his cheeks. “I was unforgiveably rude to you in the yard. You must forgive me.” “Must?” She tossed her hair, took a sip of wine, made him wait. “How can you forgive someone who is unforgiveably rude? Will you explain that to me, ser?” Ser Harrold looked confused. “Please. One dance.”.

I had the TREMENDOUS good fortune to work with @boxesfullofthoughts and @douchenuts during the @checkpleasebigbang!

They wrote an amazing (AH MAZ ING) Zimbits Pacific Rim AU, which you absolutely must read now if you haven’t already. Jack + Bitty + Giant Robots + Saving The World. What more could you want than that???

You can read the fic (and see the rest of the art I drew for it) here:
Everybody Begs to Be Redeemed
(rated T, 40,667 words)

PS: I have to also give thanks because both @douchenuts and @boxesfullofthoughts were unfailingly kind and encouraging to me while I was dealing with one of the busiest and craziest months of my life. I still feel so, so lucky that I got the chance to work with them and I don’t think I’ll ever thank them enough!

Things Witnessed in High School
  • White Kid: *sighs while reading about imperialism* “white people ruin everything”
  • “I go home and try to do my homework but oops I left my motivation at school”
  • Random Guy: *runs down hallway* “raise your hands if you want to die!” *everybody raises their hands*
  • “WHO WANTS TO BE PART OF THE PRE-TEST PRAYER CIRCLE?” “I’m Buddhist but can I?” *clears throat* “DEAR GOD, OR WHATEVER ELSE-”
  • “is the test hard?” “if you didn’t study” *high-pitched hysterical screaming*
  • “hey did you do the-” “No”
  • *looks down at test, looks up at ceiling, waves arms desperately*
  • “I’M GONNA WING IT!” “but-” “I’M GONNA WING IT!”
  • “that’s not the right-” “it’s fine” “but you just need to-” “it’s fine”
  • *while taking a test* “Does anybody have a crayon I can borrow?”
  • “Can I just drop out?” “And do what?” “I dunno dude hitchhiking seems fun”
  • *drinks aggressively from water bottle* I WISH THIS WAS ALCOHOL
  • “What do you want?” “I’ll pay you a dollar for your lunch”
  • *rolls down hallway in a swivel chair, calmly sips Coca Cola*
  • *frantically searches through binder, pulls out a crumpled packet, makes the sign of the cross*
  • “when is this due?” “on february 10″ “i’ll start it february 9″
  • *slowly sinks to the floor* “I just need a nap. A nice, long, nap.”
  • “What time did you go to sleep?” “You don’t want to know”
  • “You can’t paint on glass, though” “Not with that attitude”
  • “I will pay you $5 to do my homework” “That’s awful! I need at least forty”

Hello everyone, I hope you’re having fun tonight. I know I am, this is probably the best evening of my entire life. Right so I’m not great at making speeches but I’ll try my best. 

Twenty three years ago today, my father met the love of his life. I wish I was there to be honest, Mike was, hi Mike! Give it up for Mike everybody! He’s the one who introduced them and truly the reason we’re all here today. 

It took you long enough, you’ve been together for, what, fifteen years? You probably would’ve never gotten married had I not forced you to. Honestly it was all a plan, I just really really wanted to make this speech. 

I’m not going to get into details of the past, you can read about them in dad’s blog, quite adventurous, these two… You’ve been through a lot, we all know that, but you’re strong. You’re both so strong. And at the end of the day you got what you deserved, each other. (and me of course). 

I’ll be leaving soon. I’m going off to college and I’m scared to leave you alone. I mean last time you were alone you jumped off a building and you married an assassin who then shot him. Thank god Mycroft was there to help though, right Mycroft? 

I’m just kidding, we all know the circumstances. 

But now that I look at you, I see that I shouldn’t be scared. You’re embarking on another adventure, I know you have and will protect and save each other until the end of time (at least that’s what you said earlier, and I have it on video so you can’t take it back). 

To close I’d like to quote someone I admire very much. Today we saw two people make vows, I’ve never made a vow in my life but here in front of you all is my first: John and Sherlock, whatever it takes, whatever happens, from now on I swear I will always be there, always. 

I know you two. And I know what you can become, because I know who you really are. You’re not just my old parents, you’re the best, and kindest, and wisest, and bravest men I know. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there’s always one thing lasting. When all else fails, there are two men sitting in our scruffy flat, like they’ve always been there and they always will. My dads, the two people who I love and care about most in the world, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. 

Thank you. 

A Love Like War

rating: explicit

words:  173835 (eighteen chapters)

pairing: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles

tags: famous louis, professor harry, lots of angst


“I want your help.”
“Are you sure validation isn’t the right word?” Harry frowns. “Because, Louis, my professional opinion won’t change just because you’re being nice.”
“I don’t want your professional opinion on my work to change. I wanna do better work, so you and everybody else can have a new opinion”, he states simply.

Or: the one in which Louis Tomlinson is a cliched rock star, he’s got everything except for love. But then he meets Harry Styles; the man that, against all odds, saves him in every way a person can be saved, even when Louis didn’t know he needed saving in the first place.

read on ao3

Do not think of Hannibal

Inspired by Desolation by the-winnowing-wind

I’m so excited I finally get to announce, Taproot is being published by Lion Forge a full graphic novel!! I’ll be adding about 40 new pages and completely updating the art, and I think it’ll be coming out this fall. I’ll have more updates soon!

Also, I just want to thank everybody who read it from the beginning or who found it in the last year and a half, especially those who sent me messages of support! You helped me have faith enough in my story to pitch Taproot to a publisher, so thank you from the bottom of my heart <3

there is nothing good to watch on netflix youtube is a garbage dump of shrieking rats tumblr sucks 90% of people on twitter deserve death i don’t even use facebook everybody on reddit is a serial killer fuck buzzfeed vice et al etc what the fuck is hulu shut the fuck up about podcasts i don’t want to read the news everything online is shit, fuck it all, end the world, i will kill everybody, unplug this bitch forever

i still have not watched the kingdom ep, the one i’ve been looking forward for ages because the flu hit me in such a way i have not even gotten out of bed for 3 days. i can barely function. and just thinking about turning my tv or laptop (or any light/sound) on makes me wanna beg for death

BUT i’ve been told ezekiel and shiva are magnificent and so much more than expected; people loved the episode, critics loved it, melissa getting praised again. i’ve seen gifs and i love everything about it. everything. i saw carol was basically metaphorically compared to shiva and a pomegranate (love it, yummy!)

i’ve also heard about all the ship talk and tbh i am living for the fact that whether consciously or not everybody is currently discussing who carol should start a relationship with (morgan or ezekiel or daryl) means this 50 yo woman is basically right now the most desirable woman on the show. not only carol dumped her last love interest in spectacular fashion (who’s tobin), but she’s got a hot skilled man desperately wanting to save her life even when it’s not his choice to make, and another hot fun king of a man with a pet tiger seeing value in her and wanting her to become part of his group. then, after all this, they still did not let us forget there is a man out there, imprisoned by negan, who is the person she shares the closest bond with. 

it gives me life, in spite of thinking everybody is missing the point carol is actually in huge emotional pain. learning to accept herself and what she had to do to save her family is carol’s main arc this season. she gotta learn to live with the love. i love my carol, i just want her to get better. and i am sooo proud of melissa mcbride. i love her so hard.

anonymous asked:

Love the blog guys! And sorry for adding more to your already heavy load. But I saw a picture a while back, something along the lines of Derek kinda being rude and telling stiles to go get the boss and stiles telling him he is the boss. Well I don't think that picture was related to a story but I really want to read one like that. Help?

I like a switch up. Here’s boss!Stiles. - Anastasia

Originally posted by liar-humans

In Which Erica Is Rad And Everybody Totally Owes Her by beekayem

(1/1 I 1,159 I Teen)

Erica needs a lot of things. Like a daughter who doesn’t leave her legos everywhere, a replacement for when she goes on maternity leave and for Derek to stop sleeping on her couch and mooching off of her and Boyd.

Or: The one where Erica is Stiles’ PA and then Derek is Stiles’ PA and the latter two end up dating.

The One With Lots of Questions by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 1,240 I Teen)

In which reporter (and superhero) Derek Hale confronts CEO Stiles Stilinski, the adopted son of supervillains, over a suspicious bombing, which Stiles insists he had nothing to do with.

Problem is, it looks like Stiles might be telling the truth.

Driving Mr. Stilinski by literaryoblivion

(1/1 I 2,428 I Teen)

Out of breath and a little sweaty, Stiles says, “That was close.”

His driver looks at him through the rearview mirror, an eyebrow raised. “Where to, Mr. Stilinski?” he asks.

Stiles runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Derek, how many times do I have to tell you, please call me Stiles. Every time you say Mr. Stilinski, I think of my dad and just no.”

Derek shrugs and looks in the mirror, expectant. Stiles stares back at him in the mirror, just as expectant, lifting his brow a little until Derek huffs and rolls his eyes. “Stiles, where would you like me to drive you?”

total system failure by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 3,401 I Mature)

In which Stiles is the world’s most inappropriate entrepreneur, Erica is a menace, and Derek is terrible at his job no matter how hard he tries.

(Or, the Harrowing Saga of the Gay Porn Doppelgänger.)

Go easy on me now by ElisAttack

(1/1 I 6,194 I Teen)

Derek just turned down Stiles Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski of Spark Enterprises, billionaire and superhero on the side. Derek must be insane, but it was either turn him down, or accidentally end up revealing his true identity. The things Derek does for the sake of this planet.

Or the one where Stiles is an out Batman with a thirst for justice, and Derek is a closeted Superman intent on hiding away his secret identity.

Multiple Indiscretions by sarcasmandirony

(1/1 I 18,022 I Explicit)

Stiles considers himself a pretty lucky guy.

At the tender age of twenty five he’s the head of department of a multinational enterprise. His department might be small, but it’s his nonetheless. Stiles upgraded the company’s website during his internship, leading to a 29% increase in overall sales and a whopping 372% increase in online sales. Now, his department makes sure the website runs smoothly, does periodical theme changes, runs the multiple social platform accounts, is in charge of the online campaign ads and is always coming up with new apps. It seems only yesterday he decided to upgrade the company’s pre historic website (keeping a back-up of the original coding in case they had their heads too far up in their asses to keep up with the times and because, hello legal charges), and now he’s interviewing candidates for a secretary position.

There’s nothing innocent about Miles Kane,’ Turner warns. ’He is the antithesis of innocence.
Ooh,’ Kane retorts, archly, ’you scampi fry.’

It’s about a lot more, you know. I can sense it sometimes, when somebody looks at me in a certain way or when I read something and I go ‘oh’ and it just appears. I try to not think about it a lot. But I know it’s me in a black dress, denim jacket, boots or converse. It’s something colourful, it’s something not everybody wants to find. It’s something just around the corner, but which corner?
—  Taken from one of my old journals, 17 and wondering, I suppose