i want to know 7 year old me

juiceboxjedd  asked:

Hi, I'm a year 11 student, and I've been studying Japanese since I was a year 7. In September, I'm going to Japan for a study tour, but I'm not particularly good at Japanese, and even after all this time, I'm still about as educated as a four year old would be. I mainly struggle with remembering adjectives, verbs, and kanji, so I was wondering if you had any tips for memorising them?

Hi there, pal! You probably know more Japanese than I do, but I can most certainly give you some tips for how I study all of those.


I use a wonderful app called Sticky Study. You can use it to help you memorize plenty of kanji in pretty short amount of time. I typically do about 20 kanji every couple of weeks mostly because between work and school, I don’t have a lot time to study. You can learn those 20 brand new kanji in a little over an hour with this app. It lets you do stroke order, all of the readings, audio clips, and more. It allows to make your own list and it also has plenty of premade lists for you to practice. It also has settings for going back and practicing old kanji by decreasing them in Study Level after you’ve been past it for a while. 

Another good way to practice kanji is to read news sites in Japanese designed for kids. It’s another great way to learn new vocab as well. Tofugu has a great method for this where you read through all you can, write down the new kanji and vocab, and then try to read through the whole article. The articles are targeted at children so they use less complex kanji, great for a student to engage with. 

Adjectives and Verbs: 

Practice! I know that’s probably what you don’t want to hear, but practicing using the adjectives and verbs in a sentence is almost always how the words stick in my brain. Usually with new vocab lists, I typically make up a descriptive sentence to go along with the new word. It helps me remember the context for the word a lot better. 

Flashcards are also great. I like to separate my flashcards for adjectives by なand い. That way, I can keep them in stacks if I want to go over the specific kind of adjectives with their rules. I do the same thing for the different る、う、and irregular verbs. When I practice verbs, I primarily go through all of the conjugation I know so far. It helps me remember which kind of verb it is. 

This is a rant and I know it’s long but I needed to get this all out.

My entire life, I’ve been searching for love. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. My father was never there, he got a new family. Twice. That fucked me up. At the beginning of my life, my father and I were very close. As soon as he left, that bond was broken. My 7 year old heart thought things like, “well, what’s wrong with me? What did I do to deserve the love to be taken away?” And that’s where it all began. My kind, gentle heart is a curse. I cry all the time and I am always wanting a hug. I am so sensitive and all I say all day long is that I just need LOVE. My mother rejected me from a very young age. It could’ve been because I was closer to my father. I wouldn’t doubt it. She hated me and I think she still does. She neglected me emotionally and never gave me the love I needed. I grew up with constant tears in my eyes and a broken heart. As I got older, my mom and I butted heads even more. She would physically hurt me and then deny that she did anything wrong. When she found out that I cut myself in 7th grade, she sat me down and screamed at me. She told me that I don’t know what sadness feels like and that I’m pathetic. She said that plenty of people had it worse, and that I was insane. Of course, all of this just made it worse. In 8th grade, I had had enough. I don’t know how I did it, but I suppressed the sadness. I did my very best to heal from mental illnesses that I had no idea about. And I did it for myself, and that was the happiest time of my life. However I never dealt with the neglect and absence of my parents. I just pushed it farther into my brain and never healed. I went down hill again my sophomore year. I wanted to die. My dad came back. We’re best friends now. I love that man so much. Sometimes I wonder if I only cling to him because I don’t want him to leave again. My mother got worse. I am still too afraid to include some details in this post. She was very unhappy and it came out when she got angry. I didn’t come home from school one day at the age of 17, 18 in a couple months. She called me and was so baffled that I didn’t come home because she needed me to babysit my 2 little sisters. Like she did every other day. Like she would pull me out of school for so she could go do whatever she wanted. She screamed and screamed and I came home. She kept going. I broke and told her I wanted to kill myself. I was serious and she continued to yell at me. I made myself forget some of the things she said, but after punching, slapping, and pushing me, she said something I’ll never forget. She told me to kill myself. I am still in pain and this was almost 2 years ago. My mother, who was supposed to take care of me when I was sick, listen to me when I’m sad, and love me no matter what.. did none of those things and topped it off by telling me to commit suicide. I never went to my mother for help and when I did, I was serious. I want to know why I am so unloveable. Why is it so hard for people to show me love? All I want is to be nurtured and cared for. I just want love. Why is it so hard to love me. I need to know what I did to deserve a life full of anger and bitterness.

Asked and Answered: My Mom

Dear President Obama,

I have something verey important to tell you, well my mom had cancer and she went to my school to vote for you with a wheelchair because she wanted you to be President, and she was proud and happy that Day. She is in heaven now and prays for you to be safe and me to.

Your friend,


I am 7 years old like Sasha. by!!

President Obama’s Response

Emily —

Thanks for the wonderful letter. My mom died of cancer too, so I know how you feel. I am sure your mom and mine are both in heaven, and are both proud of you. I am too!

Dream big dreams.

Barack Obama

Saeyoung + children angst

A few quick little angst dabbles for Saeyoung as a continuation of my ‘MC dies at childbirth’-hc’s. Formatting is diffrent because I’m on mobile - Michelle


- He never blamed them for anything
- Does anything for his prince and princess
- But can’t help but feeling sad for your daughter to look so much like you
- Doesn’t spend as much time with her as he does with his boy
- One day, when the twins are 7 years old, he asks if she could help him wash his baby car
- She says that he really doesn’t want her help
- Confused Saeyoung
- Then she says: “It’s okay, I know you hate me, daddy”
- His heart breaks and he asks why she thinks that
- And then she explains that he never really looks at her, gets sad when he does just like when he sees your picture, that he barely talks to her, does all kinds of cool and fun stuff with her little brother
- But most of all because there was this one time when she was looking at pictures of you in a photo album and started yelling at her
- Saying that she could just 'look in the mirror and see the person he loved so much, couldn’t live without and was taking away from him’
- He kicked himself for saying that
- In a way he treated her the same way his mother treated Saeran and it made him sick
- His little girl looked so heart broken in front of him
- They both started to cry
- He promised her to be the best daddy for her that he can be

So last night...

So I was cosplay as Sans last night on Omegle, enjoying myself and playing around with different Undertale fans. I saw like, two dicks. Neither were impressive or wanted. 

But one thing really got me in the heart, and that was a little girl. She didn’t look more then 7…8 years old, right? Real small, braided hair, big eyes and everything.

At first, I started up on the chat with her like I would, making a peace sign and waving, and she literally flipped her shit. She started screaming and giggling and waving at me like, “SANS!! SANS!! Hi!! I didn’t know you were real!!” And all I could literally do was laugh and smile like a dumbass under this hot rubber mask.

So right when I say hi and all the casual Sans things, she jumps up, telling me to wait just a sec and that, “I have something that makes me part skeleton just like you!” She bolts off and I just wait, cause I’m not gonna click off randomly while she’s so excited. She comes back like, five minutes later with a big bottle of ketchup. I start giggling and giving her thumbs up and just- reacting to everything she says!

But then, a wave of protective instinct starts washing over me- Like, even while she’s talking to me, I cant stop listening even when my own girlfriend is calling! ((I’m super sorry about that @strife-kind!)) I start telling myself, “You know, there are a bunch of nasty, horrible people on here who would take advantage of this little girl. Fuck that noise, I’m gonna stay on here till she falls asleep.”

I literally stayed up till 3am talking and chatting with this little girl, and she starts yawning and mumbling and I’m like “Hey, kiddo. It was awesome talking to you- youre such an awesome human kid! But uh- maybe you should head to bed. Kids like you need lots of rest to kill monsters like me.” And she just smiles dopily and nods, before blowing me a kiss and I catch it. She ends the chat, and I go one round around the bend to make sure she’s in bed and not still chatting. She’s not, and I’m happy.

The next person I talk to literally was the cutest kid, looked about 12 years old. He started implying I was in love with Toriel and I, playing along, started blushing and pulled my hood over my head and crossed my arms, the whole thing. He makes me PROPOSE to her and I did! I drew a paper board in bone letters asking if she will marry me, and when “Toriel” said yes, he literally flipped out and started giggling madly. Cutest kid ever. Sorry to say he had to get off before I could wish him a good night, but man…

Protective Sans syndrome just….WOOSH.

So I worked at a grocery up in New England, and during my probation period I tried to be super nice, and would come in whenever they called me if I could. I often ended up working 7 days a week bc they would call me in every day off I had for some reason or another.

Well cut to a bit before my probation period ended, I started socializing with old friends, so sometimes on my days off if they called me, I couldn’t come in. I would let them know I was too far away from home to get to work when they wanted, or that I was just unavailable.

Well one day while I was at work my MOD, this old woman who had been working there for like 30 years and scared everyone into doing her bidding, asked if I could take a shift on a day I had off, and when I told her no she got super pissed, and ended her rant about lazy young people with “you dont have any children, so you have no excuse to say no”

I didnt say anything, I just turned around and went on my break. Bc what I wanted to say wasn’t nice.

This same person tried to make me collect carts bc my Dr hadnt yet faxed a note to the manager saying “she has a very bad back, do not let her pull carts”. She told me “Well until you get that note, you’re GONNA go get carts.”

I replied “I ain’t GONNA do anything but Stay Puerto Rican and die. ”

She looked like she was gonna have a heart attack bc for almost 5 months I let them say whatever they wanted, and work me like a dog, I dont think she knew what to do when I finally snapped back at her.

Fuck managers who think they can rob their employees of all their time and dignity.

Jerome x Reader: Pretty Jealous Psycho

Originally posted by kristieltrips

sorry for the repost, again. please, let me know if it’s alright, if it’s not then i’ll delete it and try to write something else.

[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was a crazy bitch. And she was one of The Maniax.

She met them at Arkham, obviously.

[Y/N] was reading an old fashion magazine. She could tell it was 7 years old, not only by a date but also by the clothes. Why would they even wear those stuff back then? It was so wrong.

She didn’t want to caught any attention, she may be a sociopath but she had her standards. She knew she was better than all these people.

So as she continued to read she heard a shy voice. “Hi..”

And that’s how she met Arnold Dobbins A.K.A a total sweetheart.

He didn’t understand many things but he was nice to talk to. So she decided to stick with him.

He introduced her to his “friends”, Robert Greenwood and Aaron Helzinger. They were both pretty cool, Greenwood tried to get to her at first but she proved she can defend herself. that was enough for him.

But there was this other guy, Richard Sionis. He really got on her nerves. He thought he’s better than everyone because of his money.

That’s not [Y/N] being a hypocrite. She thought she’s better than everyone just because. Not because she had money. That was different.

[Y/N] was a pretty girl so she wouldn’t have a problem with getting something she wanted, from him. She even considered that when she wanted a lipstick, she was so tired of those monotone stripes, and everybody knew he could get her something like that.

But she didn’t even try to get on his good terms, because of Barbara.

She wasn’t that bad in her opinion, she could talk to her sometimes like normal girls would do, but deep down [Y/N] didn’t want to trust her.

But there was still one, not mentioned person.

Jerome Motherfucking Valeska.

He flirted with [Y/N] (or like he’d say Gorgeous) non stop but on the other hand he flirted with every girl, so she shouldn’t feel so special.

As she thought about it more and more, [Y/N] noticed he’s doing it mostly with her. She was glad because there was one thing she truly hated about herself.

The jealousy.

Yes, she could admit it to herself but only to herself.

It’s not like she was in love with him or something but that’s just how [Y/N] was. She was jealous.

[Y/N] was in her room in Theo Galavan’s penthouse.

She was listening to her favourite songs and couldn’t help but sing along quietly. She was a good singer.

[Y/N] laid on her bed as she looked at the lipsticks Theo got her. Finally. And they were waterproof, nice.

She picked the bloody red one and stood up to apply it.

Standing before a mirror, with one lip already red she heard a knock.

“Who’s that?”

“It’s me Arnold. Can I come in, [Y/N]?”

“Go ahead.” She finished the other lip and put down the lipstick and turned around to smile at her friend. “Hi, what’s up?”

“You look pretty, [Y/N].” He smiled gently.

She chuckled. “Thanks, Arny.”

They stood in silence. “So..? What’s up?”

“Ah right! Come downstairs, there’s a new member of our gang! And she’s a girl too!”

“What..” She couldn’t finish because of him dragging her out of the room.

What she saw before her was weird. All The Maniax, Tabitha, Theo and unfamiliar girl. In [Y/N]’s opinion she had a face that basically asked to be punched. Hard.

Geez, she didn’t even hear this girl spoke and she already wanted to hurt her. Is that a new record?

“[Y/N], I’m glad you came to join us. Now, with everybody here, I’m happy to introduce a new Maniax member, my niece, Silver.” The girl had a fake smile on her face and looked at Jerome, fluttering eyelashes at him.

‘What. A. Bitch.’

“Silver’s been here before, obviously but she doesn’t know you and which room is whose, so any volunteers to show her around?”

‘No, Jerome. Don’t do it. Just don’t. Please. Let your personality of a showman die, I beg of you.’

“I can do that.”


Of course Jerome was grinning but the look on that bitch’s face. So smug… She is going to regret it.

She knew Jerome wasn’t hers but she really wanted to change that! That slut can’t mess it up for her!

[Y/N] was angry at herself because she knew jealousy mirrored on her face. She could tell by Silver’s look. Oh, and Jerome’s because he fucking smirked at her.

“Erm, is that all? ‘Cause I’d like to go to my room now.”

“Yes, Dear, that’s all.”

So she went to her room.

She didn’t want to see this Silver girl walking everywhere with Jerome with his arm wrapped around her. She laid on a bed and watched her favourite cartoon.

‘I wish I could just live in this cartoon and have a happy life with [whoever you want]. I wouldn’t have to be jealous because he/she/it would pay attention only to me!’

She heard a knock and voice outside her door.

“And that’s [Y/N]’s room. I like to call her Puddin’ ‘cause she’s sweet. But careful she’s also dangerous, she wasn’t in Arkham because of nothing, Darling.” Giggling was present.

Ugh. It was such a wonderful speech but he just had to ruin it with that “Darling”

Yup, [Y/N] was still jealous.

“[Y/N], you there? Can we come in?” Another knock.

“If you need to..” She mumbled under her breath.

She heard them come in.

“What do you want?” She didn’t even look at them, still at the screen.

She was mad because she noticed how much Jerome was enjoying it. Her jealousy amused him. And that was the worst thing because secretly she was sensitive. She didn’t show it, but still.

“Oh ya know, just showing this pretty girl around.” Ew, did he really think she’s pretty?

[Y/N]  stood up. “Oh yeah, so, you showed her here, just stay away from this room, okay, bye now.” And she shut the door in their faces.

“What was that?” She heard an annoying voice on the other side of the door.

“I don’t know, she’s probably… tired.”

[Y/N] cried in her pillow in anger.

She didn’t leave her room in a very long time now. She had her own bathroom anyway. She also wasn’t there when they ate. She was too sad, too angry and too jealous to be hungry. She was lying on her stomach, face in a pillow. She didn’t hear a knock and someone coming in because of the music.

“Hey, Doll..” It was Jerome. She didn’t move.

She felt the bed sinking in and a hand on her back. “Baby, don’t be like that.” Like what?!

“Don’t do this to me, [Y/N].. I’m worried.”

I’m doing something to you? Do you even hear yourself?!” She choked out tears. It was hard for her, she was upset.  She raised herself to a sitting position, her face still a little red.

“There, there, doll. No need to cry.” He hugged her, the way her face was in his chest.

“Now, do you mind telling me why you’re so upset?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know it. I see how you’re enjoying it.”

“[Y/N]. Look at me. I had absolutely no idea that it was so serious to you. I’m sorry. I thought we were just teasing each other. You know you’re my favourite. You always will be.” He smiled gently at her and leaned in towards her.

“I am your favourite..? Isn’t Silver prettier?” She looked deep in his honest eyes as she felt a hot breath tickling her face.

“Of course. She may be a stereotype of pretty but you, Honey, are gorgeous. Not only to me. And I love you.” He closed the distance between them.

They broke apart to breathe. “I love you too, Jerome..”

And they kissed again, even more passionately, with a love song playing in the background.


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Conversations with my Kid

Me: “So…a new president was elected.  It was the big bully I didn’t want to get in.”

Kiddo: “Yeah I know. I watch Newsround at school.”

Me: “Yeah…basically what happened is Voldemort got elected because some people thought Dumbledore was just as bad.”

Kiddo: “That’s dumb. We’ll call the lady who lost ‘The Nice One’ from now on and the big Jerk Lord Voldemort…no wait. Tom Riddle.  To remind us that we can be more powerful then him no matter what.”

Me: *stunned*

Now that’s cute and all but I want you to understand how brave my 7 year old is with that.  I’ll say it here because Kiddo has given me permission.  Kiddo is non-binary.  They have been saying things to suggest it since they were 3 but at the beginning of this year they told me they were a ‘boygirl’ and that they ‘felt like a boy and a girl smooshed together’ we have since settled on the technical term of ‘bi-gender’ but use ‘boygirl’ at home. 

They are in the process of coming out at school and as I said have given me consent to talk about it here.  They are aware that people are closed minded, mean and bullies..and they have said they ‘will not lose to bullies’

To be honest I would probably never have come out as Genderfluid if my kid hadn’t come out to me first. Their bravery gave me to the courage to do so.

But there’s more to it then that.  

You come into that as well. 

Tumblr is a place where I learned about terms like bi-gender and gender fluid.  It’s a place where I was about to find pictures of people breaking gender barriers and expressing their non-binary identity and share it with my child.

You made my child feel like they weren’t alone.  I’ve seen them grow and open up as they expressed sides of themselves that they admitted they had kept hidden for fear of teasing and become happier more whole. 

Now kiddo understand that the president elect (at the moment) of the country one of their parents is from…is a the type of bully that would hate them. Who would be one of the people trying to get them to be a boy even though it causes my child great distress to be labelled as such. Kiddo understands that…and kiddo is saying “I can be more powerful then him”

I am learning bravery from my 7 year old…and I’m learning it from all of you.  I’m incredibly privileged in that I don’t currently live in the United States. I have permanent residency in England. I will do what little I can to help but I am removed from the worst of it.  Many of you are living in it and are far more vulnerable than I am but I see you saying “We’re not giving up, we’re not disappearing, we’re going to keep fighting” and I am blown away by how strong and powerful you all are.

In spite of all the darkness at the moment in the world you guys give me hope for the future. I will support you in any way I can as you take back the world from the idiots, bullies and liars.

Because you guys are amazing.

A Dad’s Funny Story:

So I am sitting in the kitchen at the table and within earshot sit the kids. They are watching television just in the next room. I hear my 7 year old son say, “Oh fuck!”

Naturally I stand up and enter the family room quickly and in a firm voice asking my son, “What did you just say?” Now we monitor what our kids hear and we do our best to refrain from such language.

My son looks at me and asks, “What did I say?”

I in turn state, “You know exactly what you said! I want to hear you say it to me.”

He looks to me with sincere eyes and says, “Dad I don’t even know what you’re asking.”

“Oh really…” I express with my hands on my hips as he sits on the floor looking up at me. I continue, “If you think you can talk like that surely you can talk like that to me…go on. Say it again.”

He claims as sure as anything he’s ever said before that he has no idea what I am talking about.

So I take him to the bathroom saying to him on the long walk there that I am going to put soap in his mouth and then we will see if he thinks words like that are worth saying.

“Dad,” he says to me, “I really don’t know what you want me to say.” He is beginning to cry and I can tell it is starting to sink in…I know at this point he knows darn well what he said.

We stop at the sink and there is only the pump bottle of hand soap. This will have to do I suppose…

“Alright, you can tell me what you said or you can taste this soap on your tongue; and believe me it aint a good taste and it is going to linger…”

He interrupts and insists for one last time, “Dad I really don’t know!”

“Alright…I gave you a chance to discuss this like a man. Open up.”

He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out and I drop a good dab of hand soap on his tongue. I look at him and his tongue retracts back into his mouth and in a split second I see his expression turn from sadness to disgust.

I let a moment pass and then tell him he can rinse out his mouth. He instantly leaned into the sink, turned on the tap and dowsed his tongue with a flood of water. I give him a moment to settle and I ask him, “So how did that taste?”

He looks me straight in the eye and says, “Fucking terrible!”


NOTE; Some of these are exceptionally old and I’m not proud of all these, so if they’re cringe-worthy, then it’s because I wrote them about a year ago and I’ve changed both with my writing style and maturity, so some of the earlier ones (usually the first ones in the different section) are quite childish

some of them aren’t underlined and don’t look like they’re but they still take you to the writing if you click on it

updated - 12/05/16 

updated - 12/06/16 (the matching dates is rlly satisfying ngl) 

updated - 19/06/16 

updated - 4/7/16 

Preferences (some of these are REALLY old and actually pretty shite and some only have the male Avengers); 

#1 - Nicknames 

#2- Film/TV Show You Watch Together 

#3- Favourite Band 

#4- House/Apartment You Buy

#5- Their Favourite Outfit of Yours (female version. If you guys want a male version then pls let me know) 

#6- Harry Potter House They’re In 

#7- Jealousy

#8-Favourite Getaway 

#9-Your Song

#10-TV Show You Watch

#11- When You Fight

#12- Lazy Days/Days Off

#13 - Pregnancy

#14- Proposals  

#15 - Cooking 



Steve Rogers/Captain America;

#1-Death pt. 1 

#2-Death pt. 2

#3-I’m Not Him Anymore




#7-The Only Exception


#9- An Unlikely Enemy

#10-Modern Day TV 


#12-Hey Thanks

#13-The Way It Was pt.1 

#14- The Way It Was pt.2

#15- What’s That Supposed To Mean?

#16- Glasses

#17- Save Yourself pt.1

Tony Stark/Ironman;

(some of these have trigger warnings btw so pls be careful, they are in bold)



#3-The Better Boyfriend 

#4- Love At It’s Finest

#5- Red and Gold (Platonic) 

#6- After All This Time (Parental)

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier;

#1-I Wanna Get Better

#2-Remembering Sunday

#3-Having a Child With Him

#4- For The First Time 

#5- Okay 

#6-Fight Me 


#8- I’m Done 

#9-Home At Last

#10-Parenting 101 (platonic)

#11-Brain Freeze

#12-I’m Here Now

#13-True Friends

#14- Late At Night 

#15-Late At Night pt.2 

#16-Old Flames

#17-Cold Feet

#18- Cold Feet pt.2


Bruce Banner/The Hulk;


#2-Long Distance 

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver;

#1-Vicious Love

#2- Please Don’t Leave Me 

#3 - Mind Games pt.1 

#4-Mind Games pt.2

Peter Parker/Spiderman (a mix of Andrew Garfield Spidey & Tom Holland Spidey) 

#1-It’s Not What It Looks Like

#2-Opposite Teams

#3-Dating Him Would Include 

#4-Take My Hand 

#5- Too Late pt.1

#6- Too Late pt.2

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

#1-Secret Admirer

Other misc. characters;

#1-Peace and Quiet (Young Magneto x Reader)

#2-Abandonment (Young Magneto x Reader)

#3-The Next Step (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

#4- Parenthood (Wade Wilson x Reader)

Dating (Name) Would Include;

#1- Dating Steve Rogers Would Include

#2- Dating Clint Barton Would Inlcude 

#3- Dating Tony Stark Would Include

#4- Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include

#5- Dating Matt Murdock Would Include (I wrote this before watching Daredevil so it’s not very accurate) 

#6- Dating Karen Page Would Include

Other scenarios;

#1- Being Best Friends with Rachel Leighton

#2-A Date Between Rachel Leighton and Bucky Barnes

#3 - Being Best Friends with Wanda Maximoff Would Include 

I’m the gay girl who posted a while back about the boy who mailed me a vibrator cause he wanted me to think of him while masturbating.
For those who missed out, he also: asked for nudes constantly, said he loved me like a sister, told me he wanted to fuck his mom, told me he wanted to fuck the blue avatar lady, wrote terrible fanfiction about blue avatar lady and himself, wrote a full length zombie survival book in which he was the ex military protagonist and I was his girl (I also got raped in that book by someone else, I believe) sent me dick pics because “we’re best friends and I value your opinion”, and threatened to kill himself countless times over the past 7 years because I’m gay and he therefore couldn’t have me.
Anyway. Just wanted to let you all know that he was recently arrested for statutory rape for having sex with a 14 year old (he’s 22) so he’ll be in jail a while. I’m super relieved and also karma is a thing.


I really don’t make posts like this, or take selfies without hats or a wig but I want to take a moment and say I’m really proud of this growth?? That whole thin spot used to be TOTALLY bald.

I see a lot of recovery posts in the Trich tag on tumblr, and I know a lot of times in my low times they made me feel worse, because I really didn’t believe I could ever get there, or do it. Ive pulled my hair since I was 7 years old, so that’s 16 years of picking. The spot in the front doesn’t even grow anymore. I know sometimes when you fall back into a picking spell, or start a new bald spot it can be severely disheartening, but please believe me when I say it can get better!

I’ve had a bald spot for as long as I can remember, and to be honest part of me fears I will always have one? But sometimes things can surprise you. I love you guys and don’t let your spots define you!

Mother: Hey, could you help me with the TV? It isn’t working

Me, tipping my fedora: You’re 43 years old and you never managed to think how basic reactionary violence might affect society at large? Sad!
43 fucking years old. You’re almost twice my age and still a retard. 43 fucking years old 😂 I don’t even know how to react. How do you even get so old and be like this? I understand the 13-20 year olds like okay you’re naive, you’ve got a kind heart you don’t want people to get hurt. Mate, you’re 43 fucking YEARS old. 43. 😩 you’re almost 50. 7 years and you’re half a century old. You’ve had 43 years to form a political opinion that isn’t fucking retarded and you never bothered to think “maybe me promoting political violence is gonna end with innocent people getting stabbed when we could just work out a solution that isn’t wholly ignoring huge demographics of society”
You’re dumb. You’re 43 years old and you’re a fucking idiot. I wish I could berate you in front of your family. You probably have kids. You are raising kids to be fucking retards. You with your stupid fucking ideals raise kids and then wonder why other sections of people might promote genocide or eugenics? Lmao. Holy shit. 43.

this is an AU bc there’s just so many good ones out there that I got some ideas

s/o to @allenting for giving me so many ideas while we gush over how amazing jay is literally can never get too much jay

sorry it’s ridiculously long i just kept getting things i wanted to fit in

7. as a thank you

Jay didn’t know that there were so many coloring books out there. He stood in the middle of the children’s section in Barnes & Noble, eyes constantly scanning the shelves for one that his daughter would like. For a five year old, she could certainly go through them fast enough, and managed to plaster them all over the fridge, his desk, and her bedroom walls. Jay was currently deciding between a Paw Patrol one or a Finding Dory one. He opted for Finding Dory, thinking that Paw Patrol was just more of a reason for her to beg for a dog, which Jay just couldn’t handle right now.

“I’d go with the Finding Dory one.” A voice came from beside him before he got the chance to put the other book back on the shelf. “Sorry, you just looked like you were having a hard time choosing.” He turned to look at this woman, and was beyond glad that she had said something in the first place. She was breathtaking. Her chestnut hair fell just below her shoulders and her eyes were some shade of green that he couldn’t pull his own away from and a pair of dimples that made her smile even brighter. “I’d walk away right now before I make an even bigger fool of myself but I actually need to get one of those too.” At this point, Jay realized that he hadn’t responded to this beautiful woman and she was rambling.

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csa tw

“If a kid can know that they’re gay when they are 6 or 7 why can’t they know that they’re asexual at 6 or 7″

hhhh look the issue of kids figuring out their sexualities is not so cut and dry. Kids learn through observation and mimicking the behavior of the adults around them. I was 6 or 7 years old when I realized I liked girls, and that mostly translated to me looking at adults in relationships and seeing the PUBLIC, kid-appropriate ways they expressed affection for each other - kissing, holding hands, saying “I love you”, doing nice things for each other - and knowing that I wanted to do those things with a girl. The idea that I could have sex with a girl and it might feel good to do so did not come up until later. It is highly inappropriate to say, either outright or through implication, that if a child shows no interest in sex at the age of 6 or 7, they must be asexual - not because it would be wrong for a 6 or 7 year old kid to think that about themselves, but because the logical extension of that statement is that there are 6 and 7 year old kids who are actively interested in seeking out sexual experiences, and that this is not in fact an early warning sign for sexual abuse (as basically all reputable literature on the subject of csa says) but it is a sign of an innate and “healthy” interest in sex.

It is harmful for kids who have been sexualized, often by adults, too early in their development, to be told that the sexual feelings they experience are an inherent part of their identity. It is ESPECIALLY harmful when this is coming from people who often actively engage in other forms of victim-blaming and push the narrative that asexual victims of rape are the only ones whose voices matter in discussions of the systemic nature of sexual violence. Not cool. 

anonymous asked:

How has your art changed through the years since you first started drawing?

going through my old art gave me so much embarrassment, I hope you’re happy. i don’t want to hear anyone say anything about the things I used to be interested in, is that clear??

Alright, I started drawing when I was 11 with a series of comics called Aje Ville. 

This is the front page to the first comic of it. Obviously, I didn’t know how to draw (or spell) well back then, and all I ever drew were stick figures. I have like 7 notebooks full of this comic series. I worked on it for about a year and a half.

I think every young artist goes through a phase where they draw like this.

Then once I stopped making Aje Ville, I got into The Penguins of Madagascar and made comics for that (literally I had to go through stacks and stacks of Penguins of Madagascar angst comics, it was awful). 

About maybe a year later, I started changing the style to something simpler. 

And as time went on, the style got cutesy. At this point, it had been about a year and a half since I started drawing penguins.

Eventually, I got tired of The Penguins of Madagascar, and I started making my own stupid af comics again for a short while. I had a problem, though. Since I had only been drawing penguins, I had barely any practice with drawing people.

Just as I was entering high school, I got into Homestuck, and it’s also the same time I got my first tablet and started digital art.

And then for some reason I started drawing in this horrible style that I hate with super long, thin necks and super wide shoulders and ugh I just do not like it. Also I started to use color pallets for the first time.

At the very end of my freshman year, I started getting into Hetalia and when I drew it, I tried to draw in a semi-anime style which was just a terrible, awful idea.

After that, I started drawing in a cutesy cartoony-chibi style.

Then there was a time where I started making half-assed semi-portraits.

And I started going back to the kinda anime style but it looked less awkward.

Then I started doing a more cartoonish style.

Then I started doing really cartoonish styles.

Then I flipped it back and started using a more realistically-proportioned style.

And then I took the last 2 styles and pretty much just mixed them together. I still draw in this style.

However, more recently, I’ve been drawing with palettes again.

And there you have it !

36 and 89 for drabble with Jax! “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”, “Meet me on the roof in ten minutes.”

It was a chaotic week at the Teller household, the boys were doing some business down the south and I was left alone with Gemma tormenting my soul 24/7 I don’t think she did it on purpose half of the time but she was a demanding woman even more than Abel who I’ve been taking care of for over a year now.

“You’re a good mother to him” said Gemma while I was feeding the year old baby in his chair “I don’t know how you pulled through with all of Wendy’s crap but I’m glad you did. I’m glad Jackson found ya” she said before kissing me on the cheek and turning to wash the dishes, I looked at her clueless but refrained to say nothing I just continued feeding Abel before changing his dirty clothes and putting him on his crib for a nap.

“What time are the boys coming back at?” I said

“2:00” said Gemma and I nodded looking at the clock I had a little over an hour to get Abel and myself ready “Go pamper yourself a bit, look good for your old man” said Gemma and I bet I looked at her like if she was crazy “What? He’s been gone for a week” she said before start walking to Abel’s room “I’ll get him ready in half an hour” she said and I just nodded before turning to the bathroom to take a small shower and put some makeup on.

I put on a simple pair of high waisted jeans and a grey top, put on some booties and some rings before going to Abel’s room to find Gemma already putting a little jacket on him and his signature beanie.

“Ready, mama?” she said and I nodded, she looked at me before moving to her purse and taking out red lipstick “Put this on, I’ll go put Abel on his car seat” she said

What’s with Gemma today? I asked myself before putting the lipstick on, as soon as we got to the TM we saw Chucky cleaning everything before the boys arrived and not longer than 20 minutes later we heard the motorcycles arrive. We went out and I immediately smiled at the sight of my man safe and sound, Jax approached us with a smile and hugged his mother before turning to Abel and kissing him a couple times.

He then turned to me and put both his hands on both sides of my face before kissing me slowly “Look, babe I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.” He said and I smiled before nodding.

The boys were in a meeting for about 40 minutes, Abel playing on top of the pool table trying to catch the balls while Chucky entertained him and I read some pages of a book I found a couple days ago at the library. I hear the door open and Abel immediately looked up to his dad before making grabby hands at him. Jackson picked him up and approached me slowly with a big smile on his face. “Meet me on the roof in ten minutes.” He told me before disappearing with Gemma and Abel, I climbed the stairs at a quick pace before seeing Jackson looking at the sky with baby Abel moving in his arms.

“Darlin, I think Abel has something on his back” he said and I approached him quickly, moving my hands over his jacket and finding something strange. A small black box, I felt my legs start to tremble and I thought I was going to pass out any second now. I looked up to Jackson and he had the biggest smile on his lips “Would you marry me, YN?” he said before getting on one knee with Abel just on top of it. “I love you, YN. With all my heart, you are an amazing mother, an amazing woman and partner. You have been there through everything, supporting me, changing me into a better man and there’s nobody in this world I’d rather spend the rest of my life with”

“Yes, Jackson. Of course” I said with tears on my eyes before picking up the baby and hugging them both tightly. Jackson kissed me slowly and I heard the claps of Gemma and the club, I didn’t hear them even come up but I couldn’t care less. Gemma took Abel and Jackson picked me up before kissing me lovingly.

Fun fact, my dad proposed to my mother this way. Advantages of having kids before marriage I guess lol.

anonymous asked:

So today I went to visit my mom and she decided to rant to me about my little brother (7 years old) and this was today's topic: My mom: your brother has had pizza for two days straight and so i decided to make a deal with him and told him no more pizza for at least a week and you know what this kid said? He said 'okay, but I want pizza rolls because they don't count because they're not triangle shape" Thoughts? I personally think he has a point xD

LOLOLOL ok first of all your brother is my hero, second of all he totally has a point – pizza rolls are a completely different experience from pizza imo

When I was a tiny 7 year old Korean immigrant, I had an English tutor named Holly who came over to our house and helped me speak English real good. With her help plus the finest bookbinding technology circa 1997, I wrote and drew this ORIGINAL short story. Please enjoy.

I don’t know why it says I want to be an artist AND a tennis player. I’ve never played tennis in my life. Look, I got 1 out of 2, and you can’t be greedy in this life.