i want to throw it at the wall

art-esque  asked:

If you’re still doing the prompt list: “Don’t cry. Everything’s going to be okay.” Ladrien (because Ladrien is best ship) ✨

Ladrien is such a beautiful ship. It is the sweet, blushy ship and I love it. <3


“Don’t cry,” Adrien said, hands waving over Ladybug’s hunched form helplessly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

She sniffled and wiped at her nose with a disgusted sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually get like this. Today has just really sucked.”

“Everyone has bad days.”

“Even handsome models?”

Adrien blushed and Ladybug covered her face. “I can’t believe I just said that,” she groaned.

He laughed, pulling her hands away. Her skin was mottled and her eyes red from crying. “Even big dorks,” he amended.

“You aren’t a dork,” she pouted.

He laughed again and it was a warm sound that filled Ladybug’s heart. “I’m a huge dork but it can be our little secret.”

She smiled. “I won’t tell anyone, promise.”

“Good,” he nodded, face serious. “That’s important information that can’t get out.”

Ladybug giggled and primly wiped at her nose with a tissue. 

“See? That’s better,” Adrien smiled. “Why don’t you tell me what happened to make today suck so much?”

“There wasn’t even one big thing,” she huffed, throwing her hand up. “It was just a lot of little sucky things that culminated into one big sucky feeling and bleh.”

“Very eloquent,” he teased. “What can I do to make today less sucky?” He glanced at the clock on his bedroom wall. “Well, what’s left of today anyway.”

“It’s late. You probably want to get back to sleep.” Ladybug tried to stand but Adrien gently grabbed her hand.

“I’d love it if you stayed a bit longer, if you’re up to it, that is,” he said, face hopeful.

“How could anyone say no to you?” She sat back down on the couch beside him.

“It actually happens quite a bit,” he replied with a wry smile. “Now what can I do to make today less sucky?”

“You’ve already done it,” Ladybug said softly, glancing down at their joined hands. 

Adrien’s gaze followed hers and his cheeks warmed. “I’m so glad you came by.”

“I am too.”

“I kinda had a sucky day too,” he admitted, “but now that’s not what I’m going to remember about today.”

Ladybug felt her breath catch in her chest. “It isn’t?”

“No,” he replied, voice quiet as he rubbed his thumb across the back of her gloved hand. “I’m going to remember today as a very good day.”


Prompt List

Buy me a coffee?

originfire  asked:

One book we read in 10th grade (or was it 9th?) was one of those "Bestsellers". The only thing that got us through it was that the chapters where really short so you could trick yourself into reading more. I clearly remember writing into my reading report thingy we had to do that at times it got so boring and the characters so frustrating that I wanted to throw it against a wall. The teacher later even used it as an anon example for all our hate. Years later it got turned into a movie.


Lol! They sometime spick the worst books to turn into movies! Such bland and hackneyed stuff that for some reason is incredibly popular! 

*side eyes Twilight* 

things that house buying/renovation shows made me realize about the world:

- everyone hates carpets. no one wants their feet to be comfortable. no one wants them to be warm. no one wants to be able to lounge on the floor. they all want to throw their back out on hardwood.
- everyone hates walls. i thought that houses having walls was normal, but everyone wants the only walls to be around the bathrooms and the bed rooms. children cannot leave your sight or they will be sucked into oblivion. you need to be able to see through the entire house and into hell.
- people demand double vanities. when you’re a couple, apparently you have to use the bathroom in tandem. you get shackled together and you’re brushing your teeth at the same time, there are no other options available so you NEED two sinks.
- showers must be separate from the tub. not counting people with disabilities and the elderly, i don’t understand why people can’t stand in a tub and take a shower. my whole life i thought tub showers were normal but apparently they are for peasants who don’t deserve to do cartwheels in their 10 by 10 shower stall.
- people don’t have kitchen tables, they have islands. they need them for cooking prep, which is impossible to do at a table. they also need them to eat at in absurdly tall stools, despite the fact that the breakfast nook is 10 feet away and the dining room table is 15 feet away through their open floor plan.
- stainless steel appliances are the powerhouse of the home.

let’s talk about the Pearls

because their behaviour in The Trial was fascinating to me

At first, we see them exhibiting all their usual stuff. YP is as flourishing and Extra as always, and while for the most part BP is her usual quiet self, we see her display the most actual personality ever as she grins while drawing “Rose Quartz’s” death

But the tricky thing with the Diamonds’ Pearls is that it is very, very hard to tell what’s the real them. What are they really thinking, and what’s a show they have to put on to avoid their owners’ wrath?

Here, we see them lose their calm– both of them, at the same time, for the same reason. And not because of a direct threat/insult, like Yellow Pearl’s flinching from Yellow Diamond in “Message Recieved”. It’s a comment Blue Zircon makes:

“So how did a Rose Quartz with no business being anywhere near Pink Diamond get so close in the first place? Where were Pink Diamond’s attendants? Her Agates? Her Sapphires? And where was her Pearl?”

They both immediately freeze. YP’s expression is terrified. She looks directly and BP, as if either afraid for her, or searching for reassurance or guidance. We don’t know exactly what Blue Pearl’s expression is, with her eyes covered– but maybe fear too, or uncertainty, or surprise…

So the question is. Why?

1) They’re genuinely shocked. They’re so indoctrinated by Homeworld ideology that the thought that Pink Diamond’s Pearl didn’t do anything to protect her is an accusation which strikes them to their core

2) They’re afraid their Diamonds will lash out at them as scapegoats. This episode made it painfully clear that YD especially is pretty trigger happy, so I wouldn’t put it past her to occasionally strike out at blameless underlings

3) They know something.

This last one seems more likely to me. Because why else would they get so much focus? The question is– what?

Okay. Let me split this up into sub-theories:

  • They (or one of them) witnessed Pink Diamond’s death, and they have information which could explain the discrepancies Blue Zircon brought up. However, they never divulged it for whatever reason. (Possibly because, if there was a cover up, they could be at risk if the did). Now it might come out accidentally, and they could take the fallout.

  • One or both of them helped orchestrate Pink Diamond’s assassination, either directly or indirectly. The main issue is the question of how an obvious criminal like Rose Quartz could have gotten close enough to Pink Diamond to kill her. Pearls would have a great insight into how all the court hierarchies work. Since they’re considered to be basically dim-witted furniture, they’re pretty easily ignored. Combine this with abilities such as holographic projections, perhaps they could have found a way to smuggle Rose Quartz (or the true killer) close enough.

  • Another Pearl was directly involved in the smuggling and killing of Pink Diamond. While they didn’t plan it, BP and YP helped her (and any allies e.g. Rose Quartz) escape, because of Pearl Solidarity

Hmm…. but who could this other Pearl be… If only there was another Pearl in the show… a known rebel… who’s past history with Homeworld is shrouded in mystery…

Ah. Yes.

Now, I’ll admit, I don’t know exactly how Pearl exactly fits in. Rose Quartz being the killer seems important for the Arc of Steven coming to discover that his Mom’s past actions weren’t all sunshine and daisies, and the further arc of him realizing that maybe sometimes violence/shattering is necessary or justified. So maybe she just helped sneak Rose in, even if she didn’t deliver the killing blow herself. 

Although, if Pearl was the culprit, that might give even more impact to her expression when Steven discovered what happened to Pink Diamond in ‘Back to the Moon’

Admittedly, this can easily just be Pearl saddened that Steven’s discovered the truth. That the perfect image of his mother, the person Pearl loved and respected more than anyone else, has been broken. That his innocence has been lost.

But if she was responsible, it could also be fear that Steven– who is innocent, who still values the lives of everyone– would reject her if he discovered she was the one who did it. 

(Also, consider Pearl’s claims of being Rose’s sole confidant, the one who knows everything… The only one who knew the truth of Pink Diamond’s shattering.)

‘Course, we’ve got the little problem here that all eye witness accounts say that Rose Quartz killed Pink Diamond. As you might have noticed, Pearl looks absolutely nothing like Rose.

… but hey. How about shapeshifting? You know. That thing Pearl swears she can do, but that we’ve never seen her demonstrate in 132 episodes? This would be a pretty significant demonstration. And the trauma of using it for such a thing could explain why she hasn’t wanted to use it since. 

(Not sure why Pearl would have felt the need to disguise herself as Rose Quartz. Maybe it was because she knew all the other RQs got captured and bubbled for Rose’s rebellion, so Pearl was protect her fellows from a similar culling. Or maybe she thought showing the leader of the rebellion dealing the finishing blow would make a stronger image. idk)

That said, again, I still really am fond of Rose being responsible… so maybe we can split the difference and put the death on Rainbow Quartz? That would be rad too.

basically it’s all a mystery and i’m not sure where it’s going, but the Pearls almost definitely have some clue

Let’s end this on their worried faces

(protect them

anonymous asked:

*chanting ominously* Headcanons, headcanons

well i can’t argue with that

  • “team icy hot is in position” “lance can you please stop calling us-”
  • sometimes keith’ll walk into a room and pidge will look disappointed and that scares the shit out of him
    • did he do something wrong?? is she mad at him???
    • pidge, who just wants to get something off a tall shelf: “aw man keith probably can’t reach it either”
  • one time keith points out that coran has the exact same hairstyle as him and lance doesn’t talk to him for two days
  • someone: “everything’s gonna be fine” shiro: [mentally knocks on wood]
  • hunk: “i would say ‘i trust you as far as i can throw you’ but i can actually throw most people pretty far so that would invalidate my point but anyway i don’t trust you”
  • oh to be a fly on the wall when someone explains ice skating to allura
    • “yeah so we glide on blades on top of ice-” “and engage in combat??” “…n…no. it’s just. for fun”
    • yeah so no one is taking allura ice skating ever
  • [someone’s been poisoned] pidge, squinting at an altean package: “okay so i think this is the antidote!! that or more poison. the two words are really similar in altean for some reason”
2x08 summary- Magnus’ POV

Alec: I need you to throw my brothers rune ceremony

Magnus:

Jace: I know you had sex with my brother, I felt it

Magnus:

Maryse: I heard you liked to drink

Magnus:

Max: *freaked out* How much of you is a demon?

Magnus:

Clary: I hate Simon! I’m leaving this party

Magnus:

Jace: Maryse just tried to kill me! Look at the non-existent axe in the wall!

Magnus:

Iris: *steals Magnus’ spell book*

Magnus:

Raj: I wanted to know if you were up for a threesome

Magnus:

Clary and Jace: Clary can make runes and has pure angel blood that could potential destroy the whole downworld but we wanted to be secretive

Magnus:

Shadowhunters: *exist*

Magnus:

“Hey, Barold?” 

“Yes, dear?”

“Are you dead?”

Barry’s head pokes into the dining room table, the Neverwinter Times folded into his hands. He looks down at himself, pokes his own nose. “I don’t think so? I don’t look dead.”

Lup looks him up and down, then says, “Yep, you really don’t.”

“Why?”

In response, Lup takes the package she’s been holding, grabs it by the ends, and turns it on its head. Letters - bundled into packs bound with black ropes, spare ones scratched on torn napkins, envelopes-within-envelopes written in deep dark ink - spill all over the table.

“What are these?”

“Consolation letters,” Lup says, grinning. She plucks the first one off the table, slits it with a brightly-painted red nail, and begins to read. “‘Dear Lup Taaco, my cult and I would like to express our condolences for your loss.’ Aww, that’s so sweet, they’re cult-bonding.”

Barry narrows his eyes. “Is that a necromantic cult or a religious one?”

“Dunno.” She tosses it aside, picks up another one. “‘Dear IPRE, sorry for your loss. We hope Barry feels better soon. We know most people don’t feel better after being dead but he’s done it before.’”

Barry drifts forward, looking at the stack in apprehension and slight awe. He picks one up at random, skims it, and turns white. “Why do these people think I’m dead?”

“Don’t know, but there’s definitely a consensus, babe,” Lup says. “Aww, someone sent a bunch of dead flowers! I’ll pass them onto Merle.”

“Lup, no, this is weird. This - this is weird.”

“Yeah, for sure,” she says, leafing through the next letters. The mound grows intimidatingly the more Barry looks at it. “What did you do?”

“I - I don’t know.”

“Huh. Maybe someone started a dumb rumor. You never know the kinda shit floating around Faerun these days.”

True? Okay. Okay, no, this is just another mystery. Maybe there are clues in the truly preposterous number of letters sitting on the table. Carefully, Barry picks the first one up, a letter wrapped in a satin ribbon and addressed in dark ink so black it almost looks tar. He tears it open gently and sets the envelope aside, then begins to read.

Dear Miss Lup,

I’m really really sorry your husband is dead. I want you to know that my mom and my dad love him too and that if you ever need someone to talk to because death is a really really bad thing then you can send us a letter any time. I’d give you my mom’s frequency but I don’t know it.

Love,

Carnila

Below is an address. It’s from the far east, a remote village that Barry only knows because he passed through there while hunting for Lup a couple of years into his search.

He’s not freaking out so much as very, very confused. He’s certain he’s alive. Pulse beating in his throat and everything. So why does everyone think he’s dead?

He goes through a couple more without finding any clues. Most are of the same vein - sorry for your loss, hope you’re doing better. A couple recommend Lup some therapists in Neverwinter. Two cite him as his inspiration for practicing necromancy. He’s gonna need to pay those fans a personal visit. Probably with his scythe.

“Barry?” Lup says after a little while. She’s set the letters down and is now looking at him strangely.

He opens another one. This one’s written in blue ink. All the others have been black. Really goes to show what kind of person picked Barold J. Bluejeans, lich and necromancer-turned-reaper extraordinaire, as their favorite of the seven birds. “Yes, dear?”

“When you died, you picked up your bodies, right?”

Barry freezes. He thinks back to those ten years on his own, dying repeatedly. He’d had a process - he’d freak out, flicker a little bit, and pull himself together - with admirable speed and courage, of course. Then he’d grab his jeans (can’t leave those behind), a couple hairs, a bunch of blood (which wasn’t typically too hard to collect), the coin, some supplies, and take off for Wave Echo Cave.

He’d leave the body, though. He didn’t need it.

“Barold J. Bluejeans,” she snaps, setting down her letter with a thwack on the table. “Did you leave your corpses strewn all around this continent?”

“I only needed a little blood to make a new body!” he yelps. “I was a lich, it wasn’t like I could pick up my body and carry it with me!”

“You managed to keep the same clothes for ten years!”

“I’ve had these jeans for a hundred years, they’re precious to me!”

“That’s fair,” Lup says, grinning too widely to be angry. “So you’re telling me, these people stumbled across your dead body and thought it was you?”

“Probably,” he replies sheepishly. “I mean, in my defense, I didn’t think anyone would find it. I kinda fell off a mountain range.”

“And you didn’t go collect them when you got an actual body?” she asks, gesturing toward him.

“I was a little busy creating your body.”

Lup sighs, exasperated. She throws an envelope at him. It drifts unimpressively down to the table. “This is it, Barold. This is what you get when you don’t show up at press conferences ever. People start to think you’re literally dead.”

“I hate them,” he mumbles. “Too many spotlights and reporters and questions. I get all sweaty.”

“You’re one of the seven birds, babe. People want to know your story.”

“They already do, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, but they want to hear it from you.” She glances over her shoulder at the Taako Time™ calendar hanging on their wall and grins. “Babe, there’s one tomorrow and you’re going.”

“I don’t wanna,” he whines. “Lup, they…they suck. All the reporters and the microphones and the spotlights….”

“No arguments, dear,” Lup says, standing and crossing her arms over his head to rest her cheek on his hair. “Lucretia hates them too and she goes.”

“She was the Director of the Bureau of Balance, she’s good at that shit now,” Barry grumbles. “Besides, Davenport doesn’t have to answer questions.”

“Davenport’s at sea, babe. Getting to interview him is like finding a Shiny.”

Barry groans, tugs on a strand of Lup’s hair. It’s dyed red toward the ends. “If you loved me you wouldn’t make me go.”

“I love you,” Lup affirms, “so I’m making you go.”

“Can I at least - ”

“No, you can’t wear your tuxedo T-shirt. You have to wear the sweater vest I bought you.”

Barry slumps his head toward the table. Lup slides down his neck to rest her chin on his shoulder. “Cycle forty or sixty-eight,” he asks, words muffled by the table.

“Forty,” she decides. “I won’t make you do sequins.”

“Thank the Queen.” He straightens. There’s ink on his forehead. Lup laughs, then licks a thumb and wipes it away. “Gross.”

The letters flare in the corner of his vision. Sighing, Barry tugs Lup onto his lap. She sits with a laugh, gleeful and teasing, and reaches reaching for a letter of her own. Leaning her temple against his, she slices open another letter, and begins to read.

“Wow, babe,” she says after a couple minutes. “You’re really an inspiration for some up-and-coming dark magic babies.”

“I know,” he sighs. She chuckles and ruffles his hair affectionately. “I’m gonna have to go talk to them.”

Lup’s counterproposal is cut off by her Stone of Farspeech buzzing against her collarbone. She picks up without looking and says “Heyo, Blupjeans household, whaddya want?”

Barold J. Bluejeans!” screeches her brother’s voice through the receiver. Barry jumps. “You wanna explain to me why my dining table is fuckin’ swamped with condolence letters?!

Lup and Barry turn to stare at each other in horror. Then, right on cue, Barry’s Stone rings. He checks it. It’s Magnus’s signal. They stare at it.

“Oh Gods,” Lup groans, and picks up.

Barry? Barry, are you okay?” comes Magnus’s voice. There are a couple of dogs barking in the background, as there always are when Magnus calls. “I heard you were dead, I know it sucks, like, serious ass to be without a body, I wanted to check in, and also tell you that I’ve got a ticket for Neverwinter on hold if you need me down there - ” he says.

Lup and Barry exchange glances. Barry begins to laugh.

still miss you / still love you / still write poems about you / still lose track of what we’re talking about in class because i’m thinking of you / still want to throw up when i imagine you with somebody else / still want to throw up when i imagine me with somebody else / still can’t control my emotions when i hear your name / still cry instead of study / still want to punch a wall when i think of the lies you told me / still want to set myself on fire to get away from these feelings / still have to resist the urge to text you constantly / still want you / still love you / still love you / still love you / still here if you want me
—  everyone says it gets better but i don’t know a better that doesn’t involve you

artrmeblog  asked:

How would you imagine each daddy acting when they are extremely jealous?

i live for this. i love putting characters through angst guESS IM evil ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   -dad alex

Robert- He has a habit of falling in love too easily and getting carried away with the feeling. Robert can’t express his emotions all too well, either. So when he sees you hang out with another dad one day, and watches you through the window as you hug him goodbye, he immediately hits your phone up and asks you to come over. When you do, he’s already a little drunk, and he goes through the same destructive habits he’s had for years. He throws you against the wall and bites your neck until the skin beneath his teeth burns with angry red. He leaves several bruises like that on you, and when he decides he’s done, he tries to go down on you. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s upset, and you grab his shoulders to stop him from going any further. By the end of the night he’s shaking in your arms, sobbing into your chest and saying the same words over and over again: “I don’t want to lose you. Please. Don’t leave me.

Damien- He doesn’t realize what that twisted feeling in his gut is till it’s in too deep. Guilt mixes with his jealousy, and he can’t find it in his heart to tell you. It eats away at him slowly, and over time, he starts throwing more and more subtle hints at you. It started with a bouquet of I love you flowers with a lone, purple I’m sorry hyacinth buried in there, and ended with a bouquet of yellow at your doorstep one night. Yellow hyacinths, christmas roses with long, yellow centers, and a single yellow rose. The overwhelming joy of the color contrasted sharply with the meaning of the flowers themselves. Damien laid in his bed when he arrived home, believing you wouldn’t pick up on the meaning of the bouquet for a while- but to his surprise, you show up at his door and envelope him in a soft embrace. Damien feels embarrassed because he’s only wearing PJs and his hair is messy, but you tell him you don’t mind, laying in his bed and reassuring him that he’s the one you love.

Craig- He did increasingly stupid things to get your attention , like taking fast U turns and giving you bad whiplash. The dumbest thing he did happened on a late night after the girls won a big softball game. Most of the people in the stands were gone, and only a few members of the team were still there. Craig was… talking to the moms? Talking to them? You feel a lump form in your throat as you watch a mom feel Craig’s bicep, and he… doesn’t shake her off. Your jaw tightens. The moms make increasingly flirty advances and, after five minutes of him ignoring you, you take off and drive home. Craig shows up at your door exactly a minute after you walked through it. You get in an argument right there at your doorstep. All he can do is say, “How does it feel to be the jealous one this time?” Your heart aches when you hear his voice crack. He steps inside and he holds on to you like you’re a rock and he’s trying not to be swept away. You lay in your bed with him just like that, pressing kisses to his forehead, calling him an idiot, and reassuringly massaging his head.

Joseph- Not really a jealous person, or… at least that’s what he thought. He remembers the day he dumped you vividly in his mind- he said he wanted to work on his marriage. In all honesty, nothing had changed since then except you. After a week or so of hiding yourself in your house, you started to go out again. You started seeing one of the other Dads. Joseph didn’t realize how much it bothered him until he saw you kiss him- open armed, trusting- trust that you could never give Joseph again. You moved on. He hasn’t.

Mat- He tries very, very, very hard not to be aggressive or assertive when people hit on you at concerts. Mat tries to be understanding. It happens. People get drunk, see someone attractive, and try to pry them away from their boyfriend that they are holding hands with. They flirt with people even though they are totally, completely taken. Very obviously taken. Up until this point, he’s been passive enough to calmly walk away and take you home. But this? He can’t take it anymore. This has to be the third person that’s hit on you today. You’re helping him out at the Coffee Spoon because Pablo couldn’t make it. As soon as the person you’re taking orders from asks for your phone number, Mat walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You turn around and kiss his forehead. As small as the gesture was, it made his heart leap.

Hugo- It happens at a wrestling match. By some kind of black magic coincidence, you end up on the kiss cam. Again. It happens almost every time you go, because every time you go, you end up buying the same seats in the same section. This time, though, Hugo looks up to the camera and sees… you… and the girl sitting next to you. His heart drops when he sees the girl smile and look at you, then it promptly explodes when you lean over your arm rest and kiss him on the cheek instead. For the entire rest of the match, Hugo’s face is bright red. You’re walking outside the venue and into the mostly empty parking lot now. When you get to the car, Hugo pulls you into an embrace. He tells you how upset that made him feel, seeing you and the girl like that, but you reassure him- he’s not just any genuine wrestle boy. He’s your genuine wrestle boy.

Brian- There aren’t very many cases where people flirt with you. Brian is almost always by your side, arm slung around your shoulders or your waist. He’s a very outgoing person, and because of that, he tends to intimidate people enough to ward them off. One night, though, you’re at a barbecue at Joseph’s place. There’s several women there that you don’t recognize. Once they get shot down by Craig, a few of them make their way over to you. You have no idea they’re flirting until Brian comes up next to you and places his hand on your back. He starts talking in the way that he does, except he’s talking about you. How good you are at fishing. How your brownie recipe is the best in the world. How much Maxwell, his dog, loves you. You’ve never seen people excuse themselves so fast before.

Libra & Emotion ♎️🎭

(I’m not a professional but I’m a Libra Sun, Libra Moon, with Libra Dominance, and a 7th house stellium so I think this comes from a place of first hand experience)

Libra suns, like other air signs, do tend to detach from their emotions but not in the same way. Libra hates conflict. They hate tension and uneasiness. They need stability and reliability. Because emotions can be unpredictable, Libras feel the need to water their feelings down. Think of it as a filter. They try to rationalize and sort each emotion, find out the source, and put it into its proper place. So say if someone was rude to Libra, instead of reacting like their sister sign Aries would, Libra would accept the rudeness and then continue about their day thinking how and why that happened.

Libra also tends to put their feelings on a larger context. They ask themselves, I feel this way because this happened to me, but doesn’t everyone feel this exact way when this happens? So by concluding that everyone experiences a certain feeling, Libra decides they don’t need that feeling. If emotions don’t help a Libra, they get rid of them. And by get rid of them, I mean they either try to rationalize them so they don’t exist or they just try to ignore it.

Libra will ‘reject’ feelings if they do not believe they have the right to feel that way. For example, if a single Libra sees a cute couple they might have a pang of envy and feel resentment towards the couple in love. But then Libra will go “oh this is just my own bitterness, they haven’t done anything wrong, I’m just being unreasonable” and they’ll tell themselves to stop feeling like that.

Libra will also pick and choose what emotions to experience based on their environment. This sounds really weird I know. But if they’re in a group and everyone is wild and goofy and impulsive, Libra will match their behavior and try to match their emotions. For example, I won’t be excited about a something until someone else is and I feed off their energy.

Libra moons are a little more difficult to understand. They filter their feelings based on what’s “just and proper,” what benefits those around them, and what benefits themselves. Libra moon will choose to delete emotions they don’t know how to deal with. They also tend to never talk about their feelings. Or, and I’m guilty of doing this, will complain about small things so that their friends won’t ask what’s REALLY wrong on a deeper level (because if I never complained about anything, they would be concerned). Libra moons will avoid talking about their feelings. They like to help others though and by helping others, they learn about themselves. They can sometimes act as therapists, asking others how they feel about a certain situation and then those Libra moons will apply what they learned to their own lives.

After talking to other Libra moons on here, I’ve learned that I’m not alone in that Libra moons often feel hollow. Like there’s a cavern in our hearts. Most days it feels unfillable. Our emotions can overwhelm us and so we feel numb. Happiness is dulled, sadness is dulled until everything feels “meh.” There are many days when by all accounts we should be happy or excited but aren’t. It’s like eating bittersweet candy. You don’t really understand the flavor. It has both the sweetest and the sour mixed up together. Our emotions get all jumbled up together, we have trouble trying to separate them because we see how things can have both pros and cons.

Many Libra moons (and suns and 7th house stelliums) feel a continual longing. Specifically, longing for a relationship. There’s an incessant need for partnership, for a companion, to be understood. When that isn’t being fulfilled, it makes our lives imbalanced, throwing our emotions even farther off balance. At the end of the day, despite deflecting attention onto others, we secretly need love and a lot of it. The angsty phrase “I build walls just to see who cares enough to climb over” really applies here. Yes, we give other people a lot of attention. Part of that is to weed out who just likes us to listen and who actually wants to listen to us. We sort out the people who use us for validation from the people who actually care about us. When we find that there’s way more people who only use us, we can become depressed. There’s nothing quite as disheartening to a Libra moon than realizing that all your friends and family don’t ever stop to genuinely wonder how you’re doing. Despite Libra being called the fakest sign, we put that front up on purpose just to see who’s brave enough to look underneath. And unfortunately, very few people are willing to do so. Libra is a people pleaser and will seek companionship even if it is only superficial, but we will never be satisfied until we get that soulmate level connection we are looking for.

EDIT: thanks to @airmom I was reminded of a couple more key features When we do accept our emotions for what they are, it can be extremely hard to let go of them. It becomes like a grudge. Years can go by but when reminded of a situation, our feelings are just as strong as the day it originally happened. Libras tend not to hold grudges, but when they do, they hold them forever. Betrayal really hits home with this sign. If you betray a Libra’s trust, they may act like everything’s fine, they might still be friends with you, you might never even know your actions upset them, but Libras will never truly forgive you for it. This type of resentment just builds up over time. And Libras know logically that they should just get over it, but won’t. (Never tell a Libra “That was years ago, just get over it.” We can’t. We won’t. We’ll hate you for saying this because it implies we haven’t tried. We’ve tried moving on, and we already water down so many of our other emotions, just let us have this, ok?) Libras also will push to the side stuff they don’t want to deal with. They shove it into their closet so to speak. They won’t speak about it or acknowledge that it’s even there. But eventually the closet gets full and it all comes bursting out. Libras can be volcanoes. One little thing can set them off. If a Libra ever snaps seemingly out of nowhere, it’s because they’ve put off dealing with their emotions. Likely, they’re not mad at one little thing, but rather a whole month or year’s worth of frustrations. So if a Libra yells at you, it’s best just to shut up and listen. If they’re in this frame of mind and you start arguing back, they will never ever ever open up to you again. If a Libra actually trusts you enough to tell you what they’re feeling and you try to argue with them or put the blame on them, know that you’ll never earn their trust back. Ever. The next day they might act completely normal, but know this is a front and that they are mentally stabbing you. Again I just want to reiterate here that Libras do not often publicly express their anger (for fear of how others will react) so if they cry or scream in front of you, they’re at their most vulnerable and need your support. Most of the time, support in that situation is just shutting up and listening. Don’t give advice unless they ask. Just nod. Just care. And if they’re up for it, give them a hug. Not a wimpy one. A real hug. Squeeze them and tell them you love them. Libras just want to be understood.

Libras (especially moons) are daydreamers. This is a way out of dealing with reality. Libras escape in their fantasies. They write novels, direct movies, become superheroes, act out music, etc all in their heads. They’ll imagine real life situations over and over. This is why when things don’t go according to plan, they’ll become frustrated. Sometimes they just wish people could read their thoughts because it’s just hard to communicate them. The on,y time you’ll ever find a Libra unfiltered is in their fantasies. It’s the one place they let themselves be free and selfish. The world demands so much of them, their daydreams are their only escape. Libra has a strong martyr complex too. If they can’t find their inner peace, they’ll help you find yours. If they can’t be happy, they’ll try to cheer you up. If they haven’t laughed in ages, they’ll tell jokes until your eyes water and stomach hurts from giggling. They know what hollowness is like, what chaos and imbalance and self hatred is like. They help you be strong so they can tell themselves they will be strong one day too.

Because Saturn exalts in Libra, many Libras feel extreme self-hatred, unworthiness, guilt for no reason, and fear they will be dependent forever. This complex relationship between Saturn and Venus (which is Libra’s main ruler) creates tension. There’s a pull between wanting the beautiful things out of life like clothes, romance, confidence with feeling like they are undeserving of it. — Please be gentle with Libras.

Fuck you Holland

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Request by: @iamaquackson  Summarized:Tom and the Reader get into a fight and then… HOT MAKEUP SEX.

Warnings: SMUTTTT, Swearing cause it’s the best and Tom does IRL :,) DID I MENTION SMUT? SO IF YOU’RE BOTHERED PLS DON’T BOTHER READING.

Word Count: HELLA LONG 2,500 + Felt in a descriptive mood in the beginning x)

A/N: I reached 1.7k today OMG THANKS FAM FOR ALL THE LOVE & SUPPORT


[Reader’s POV]


   Tonight you were going out to a club with Tom and Harrison. You couldn’t wait for a drink, it’d been a long day and you needed it. Tom had an interview and wanted to go out to drink. Harrison was with him today and it was always fun with the both of them.


   You were currently getting ready for tonight looking through your closet. Sliding the hangers to the side as you looked at some of Tom’s favorite things he liked you to wear. You were getting laid tonight after not seeing him for two weeks. It was going to happen, you needed it.

     The dress you picked was a black short dress that fit you perfectly. You called it the holy grail dress cause Tom’s hands are all over you whenever you wear it. Slipping it on you look at yourself in the mirror.  Turning around to see it hugging your ass , a grin on your face at the sight. Reaching for your heels you set them on the floor.  Bending over you pick up the heel that tipped over.


“Fucking hell, you’re wearing the dress” Tom’s voice comes from behind you making you look. His gaze is glued to your barely covered ass.


“Yeah I am, now lets go and have fun” you smile slipping on your heels and walking out of the closet. Tom quickly following behind you smacking your ass hard. A yelp leaves your lips as you see your boyfriend run towards the front door.


“Bitch!” you shout at him rubbing the stinging feeling away.


“Jerk!” He sticks his tongue out at you before opening the door.


-


    The music vibrated to your bones as you danced along to the music. Your feet were aching but you were not taking these expensive heels off. A smile on your face as you danced with Tom. His hands slid down your body from starting at your breasts down to your hips. You could feel how hard he was as you were grinding against him.


    Your back was against firm chest as your hips swayed to the beat. Harrison was in the corner making out with some random red haired girl. A few people recognized Tom but haven’t bothered him. Women stared at him like he was a piece of meat. Turning around in his arms you pull his shirt. Crashing your lips against his in a needy kiss. His hand caresses your face as his other grips your ass tightly.


    A small moan leaves your lips as he lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest. Tom bites your lower lip tugging it a bit. Tangling your fingers in his curls pulling them a bit. Tom lets your leg go once Harrison walks over with the red haired girl. 


    You were left panting in Tom’s arms as him and Harrison yelled at each other to hear each other. Giving up of trying to hear each other the four of you walk back over to the seating area. The red haired girl holding onto Harrison, her eyes practically eye fucking him. Your lips were red and tingly from the intense makeout session with Tom.


“Mate, we’re going to head out.. see you for our workout sesh tomorrow” Harrison hugs Tom before walking away with the girl.


“I n-need a drink, I’ll be back baby” you kiss Tom on lips before walking away from him. You head over to the bar pushing through the crowd of people. Making your way to the bar you grab a bartenders attention. Holding onto the bar for support due to your feet aching. 


“What can I get you,it’s on the house” He grins looking down at you, jesus he’s tall. He sends you a wink leaning against the bar counter. Smiling up at him you ask him for two shots of tequila and a Corona. 


    Pouring the shots for you he sets them down. You take them quickly biting into the lime that was placed beside the glasses on a small dish.  He hands you the beer that you gladly take. Taking a couple of sips sighing from the feeling of the alcohol buzzing through your system.


    Holding the beer as you make your way back to see something that makes your blood boil. Another woman was with Tom, her hands all over him. His eyes widen when he sees your figure behind her. Before he can even say anything you yank her hair pulling her backwards. 


    Pulling down so she falls on her ass, her stiletto breaking from the fall. Her face holds fear as she tries to get up. You place your heel on her chest making her stop moving. The look in her eyes held fear , people around you started to form.


“I don’t know who the fuck you are but if I ever see you around Tom again I won’t stop from breaking a bottle on your whore head” your tone full of venom as you pour your beer down on her face. She struggles but your heel digs into her chest making her cry in pain. Her coughing as she choked on the alcohol filled the air.


“Babe, stop people are recording” Tom pulls your arm pulling you off the woman. Turning around you get out of his grasp throwing your empty beer bottle on the ground. The glass shattering flying in different directions.


“I’m leaving Tom” your eyes filling with tears as you shove people out of the way. Your legs shakily walking as fast as they could towards the entrance. Tom calling after you making you grit your teeth. 


     Walking out into the chilly night air made your buzz end immediately. The wind blows your hair behind your hair behind your shoulders. You knew where Tom lived and would walk until you could get an uber or something. The sound of your heels clicking filled the London air. A shiver running down your spine as another gush of wind blew by. 


    A car was slowly driving next to you as you walked. Looking over to see Tom’s Audi slowly driving next to you. The window rolling down to show Tom looking at you. Cars were lining up behind him but you didn’t care.


“Darling,get in the car please!”Tom begs as you keep walking down the sidewalk. You couldn’t even stand to look at his face right now.


    The car stops and Tom gets out causing cars to honk. He walks over to you lifting you over his shoulder effortlessly. Damn his strength. Your legs thrashing as he carried you to the Audi. 

    Opening the car door he tosses me into the back seat .Locking the door till he gets to his side of the car. Unlocking it he gets in keeping it locked making you pout in the back seat. The whole car ride home was dead silent.


-


“She was all over you Tom” you rip your hand out of his. If you could see a color it would be red. He knew how you felt when you went out together. She was practically grinding on him.


“Wait, are you going to blame me? You’re not as innocent as you think darling” Tom seethes walking into right after you. Snapping your head in his direction so fast your hair flipped over your shoulder. Your eyes narrowing into slits over at your boyfriend.


“Fucking excuse me? ” You snap walking up to him poking his toned chest with your maroon acrylic nail. Is he trying to seriously turn this on you?


“You were practically flirting with the bartender for drinks, don’t think I didn’t see..” Tom’s posture changing into a tense stance. His face held anger just like yours.You didn’t even flirt with the bartender? What the fuck.


“Fuck you Holland” you slap him across the face leaving a handprint on his cheek. The slap hurting your hand cause part of your palm hit his jawline. Adrenaline pumping through your veins watching as Tom’s chest rose up and down quicker.


“Fuck you” he grits out through his teeth. Your hand was trembling as you reached for the ring on your left hand. Taking it off you throw it at his chest making it ricochet off somewhere else.


“Take your ring Tom, I knew you weren’t ready to commit” tears were falling down your cheeks as you head towards the bedroom. Anxiety was flowing through you as you headed towards the closet. Kicking off the heels Tom got you and reaching for your suitcase.


“Angel, please it wasn’t what you thought, I swear I didn’t even have my hands on her… She was so damn perss-”


“We’re fucking engaged Tom and you even let her get near you like that?” you laugh grabbing clothes and throwing them in the suitcase. Fear was sketched over his features as he watched you pack. You two have never gotten into a heated argument like this, let alone pack a bag.


“Angel,listen to me dammit!” Tom grips your body pulling it to his. Feeling his hands cup your cheeks making you look at him. Your eyes lowering to his lips as he talked but you tuned him out. Gripping his head pulling his face to yours pressing your lips against his. 


    Your mouths move in a perfect sync as he pushes your body against the wall. A gasp leaves your lips when your back hits the wall. Tom takes the advantage of sliding his tongue into your mouth. His hand lifting your leg around his waist. 


“T-Tom” you moan out as his lips move to your neck. The feeling of him sucking the skin made your knees weak and you dripping wet. That is your weak spot and he knows it.


    His hands reach behind you unzipping the dress letting it fall down to the floor. Your body naturally chilled when the air touches your skin. His body heat instantly warming your skin up. His lips leave a trail down your body leaving you a breathless mess. 


    Watching as he slid your thong down your thighs . Stepping out of them he throws them to the side. Lifting your leg above his shoulder you place your hands on the wall for some kind of support. Lord knows you’re going to need it.


“God, you’re so fucking beautiful..” His voice low with arousal as he kisses the inside of your thigh. Feeling his lips moving slowly towards where you wanted him the most. He bites the inside of your thigh making your head tilt back.


“I-I’m still mad at y-” your sentence being cut off by his tongue licking up your slit swirling around your clit. A moan fills the air as you grip onto his curls. Looking down he sends a wink up at you making your legs wobble. His fingers sliding into your dripping pussy as he slowly pumps them in and out of you.


“Still mad at me Angel?” he asks giving your clit a kiss,still pumping his fingers in and out of you picking up a faster pace. The eye contact between the two of you made your breath hitch in your throat. Your hips were moving involuntarily needing more than just his fingers.


“F-Fuck Tom I-I” you couldn’t even form a sentence. Gripping his curls as pleasure builds up inside of you. Your stomach tightens as you feel the urge to cum.


   His fingers withdrawing from inside you making a whimper escape your lips. Tom lifts you up carrying you to the bed. Laying you down on the soft black comforter. He strips himself of his shirt unbuttoning it slowly. Sliding his shirt off letting it fall to the floor behind him. Your eyes watching his muscles move as he undressed himself.


He is a work of art.


   Tom gets on the bed positioning himself in between your legs. He groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit. Your breathing was shaky from the endorphins running through your body. He places his his forearm next to your head as he slides into you. A moan escapes Tom as he fills you up completely. 


“P-Please” you mumble against his neck.


   Veins prominent as he clenched his jaw tight,thrust going in and out of you quickly.His free hand grasped your hip tight, nails digging into your skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Moans were falling from your lips as he pounded into you.


   Gripping onto his back scratching your nails down his back. Tom hisses from you scratching his back, thrusts becoming deeper as he angled your hips up. Moans filled the air as he pounded into you, pleasure pulsing in your veins. Tom’s lips crash down on yours in a passionate kiss. His thrusts slowing down but hitting you deep still. 


   Running your fingers through his soft curls as the two of you kissed. A moan escaping you causes you to break the kiss. Your head turning to the side as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. Hot wet kisses were placed on your neck leaving you a panting mess. This man would be the death of you, how could you stay mad at him through all of this?


“You know you’re my girl right?” Tom breathes against your neck, his breath making your sore neck twinge. His hands grab yours entwining them place them beside your head. Tilting your hips up he goes deep hitting your g-spot repeatedly.


“Y-yes Tom, I’m yours” you moan out squeezing his hands as the pleasure built up inside you. Your legs were shaking from how close you were.


“Fuckin’ hell” Tom moans into your neck his thrusting getting faster. You could tell he was getting close because he was getting more and more vocal. The headboard banging against the wall the faster he went.


“I’m gonna cum” you whimpered as Tom rested his forehead against yours.Reaching down he starts rubbing your clit in quick circles.


    Taking your free hand to place it on the side of his cheek. Guilt sinking your chest for slapping him earlier. Your thoughts being interrupted as your orgasm sends a wave of pleasure over you. Tom slows his thrusts as he releases letting out a low moan. You laid there panting as Tom rolls off of you. 


    Sitting up then falling back down on the bed due to fatigue hitting you like a bag of bricks. Tom gives you a quick kiss before getting off the bed. Your eyes staring at his ass cause it’s perfection. He grabs a pair of sweatpants from the floor slipping them on. 


    Tom tosses you his button up which you put on. Getting off the bed, your legs wobbling a bit as you walk over to a mirror buttoning the shirt up. Your curls were deflated and into waves now, your reflection wasn’t as bad as you thought. Tom leaves the room making a pain in your heart start to form. Looking over at your suitcase on the floor with clothes thrown carelessly into it.


“Now darling… I know you’re upset with me, but can you please forget about what happened tonight? I didn’t want her on me because I have you.. I chose you to spend the rest of my life with,not her.. Now I’m going to ask you again and pray you still love me.. will you marry me and be Mrs. Holland?” Tom asks holding up your engagement ring you threw earlier. 


    Nodding with tears in your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck pressing your lips against his. He smiles grabbing your hand and slipping your ring back where it’s supposed to be. Placing your hand on his cheek he turns his head giving the palm a kiss. 


“I love you,Bitch” you grin at Tom playfully,a snicker following after.


“I love you,Jerk” he winks lifting you over his shoulder running towards the kitchen. The only sounds that filled the house was laughter, funny remarks and some Netflix.. maybe some chilling too..


A/N: Guess which tv show I was watching while I was typing this..

ALTERNATIVES TO SELFHARM

Disclaimer: Below is a list of things to do instead of cutting, burning, bruising, or any other form of self harm. Please keep in mind that unfortunately, not everything on this list will work for everyone. So, if you try something and it doesn’t work for you, don’t get discouraged! Some of these choices are complicated, and you might want to utilize the help of a therapist or trusted friend when undertaking them. Recovery is not a process that can be walked through alone, so don’t be afraid to reach out for help.

Alternatives for when you’re feeling angry or restless:

•Masturbate. I know it sounds funny but it can get your mind off of things and calm you.
•Scribble on photos of people in magazines
•Viciously stab an orange
•Throw an apple/pair of socks against the wall
•Have a pillow fight with the wall
•Scream very loudly
•Tear apart newspapers, photos, or magazines
•Go to the gym, dance, exercise
•Listen to music and sing along loudly
•Draw a picture of what is making you angry
•Beat up a stuffed bear
•Pop bubble wrap
•Pop balloons
•Splatter paint
•Scribble on a piece of paper until the whole page is black
•Filling a piece of paper with drawing cross hatches
•Throw darts at a dartboard
•Go for a run or a walk
•Write your feelings on paper then rip it up or burn it
•Use stress relievers
•Build a fort of pillows and then destroy it
•Throw ice cubes at the bathtub wall, at a tree, etc
•Get out a fine tooth comb and vigorously brush the fur of a stuffed animal (but use gentle vigor)
•Slash an empty plastic soda bottle or a piece of heavy cardboard or an old shirt or sock
•Make a soft cloth doll to represent the things you are angry at; cut and tear it instead of yourself
•Flatten aluminium cans for recycling, seeing how fast you can go
•On a sketch or photo of yourself, mark in red ink what you want to do. Cut and tear the picture
•Break sticks
•Cut up fruits
•Make yourself as comfortable as possible
•Stomp around in heavy shoes
•Play handball or tennis
•Yell at what you are breaking and tell it why you are angry, hurt, upset, etc.
•Buy a cheap plate and decorate it with markers, stickers, cut outs from magazines, words, images, what ever that expresses your pain and sadness and when you’re done, smash it. (Please be careful when doing this)

Alternatives that will give you a sensation (other than pain) without harming yourself:


•Hold ice in your hands, against your arm, or in your mouth
•Run your hands under freezing cold water
Snap a rubber band or hair band against your wrist
•Clap your hands until it stings
•Wax your legs
•Drink freezing cold water
•Splash your face with cold water
•Put PVA/Elmer’s glue on your hands then peel it off
•Massage where you want to hurt yourself
•Take a hot shower/bath
•Jump up and down to get some sensation in your feet
•Write or paint on yourself
•Arm wrestle with a member of your family
•Take a cold bath
•Bite into a hot pepper or chew a piece of ginger root
•Rub liniment under your nose
•Put tiger balm on the places you want to cut. (Tiger balm is a muscle relaxant cream that induces a tingly sensation. You can find it in most health food stores and vitamin stores.)

Alternatives that will distract you or take up time:

•Say “I’ll self harm in fifteen minutes if I still want to” and keep going for periods of fifteen minutes until the urge fades
•Color your hair
•Count up to ten getting louder until you are screaming
•Sing on the karaoke machine
•Complete something you’ve been putting off
•Take up a new hobby
•Make a cup of tea
•Tell and laugh at jokes
•Play solitaire
•Count up to 500 or 1000
•Surf the net
•Make as many words out of your full name as possible
•Count ceiling tiles or lights
•Search ridiculous things on the web
•Color coordinate your wardrobe
•Play with toys, such as a slinky
•Go to the park and play on the swings
•Call up an old friend
•Go “people watching”
•Carry safe, rather than sharp, things in your pockets
•Do school work
•Play a musical instrument
•Watch TV or a movie
Paint your nails
•Alphabetize your CDs or books
•Cook
•Make origami to occupy your hands
•Doodle on sheets of paper
•Dress up or try on old clothes
•Play computer games or painting programs, such as photoshop
•Write out lyrics to your favorite song
•Play a sport
•Read a book/magazine
•Do a crossword
•Draw a comic strip
•Make a chain link out of paper counting the hours or days you’ve been self harm free using pretty colored paper
•Knit, sew, or make a necklace
•Make ‘scoobies’ - braid pieces of plastic or lace, to keep your hands busy
•Buy a plant and take care of it
•Hunt for things on eBay or Amazon
•Browse the forums
•Go shopping
•Memorize a poem with meaning
•Learn to swear in another language
•Look up words in a dictionary
•Play hide-and-seek with your siblings
•Go outside and watch the clouds roll by
•Plan a party
•Find out if any concerts will be in your area
•Make your own dance routine
•Trace your hand on a piece of paper; on your thumb, write something you like to look at; on your index finger, write something you like to touch; on your middle finger, write your favorite scent; on your ring finger, write something you like the taste of; on your pinky finger, write something you like to listen to; on your palm, write something you like about yourself
•Plan regular activities for your most difficult time of day
•Finish homework before it’s due
•Take a break from mental processing
•Notice black and white thinking
•Get out on your own, get away from the stress
•Go on YouTube
•Make a scrapbook
•Color in a picture or colouring book.
•Make a phone list of people you can call for support. Allow yourself to use it.
•Pay attention to your breathing (breath slowly, in through your nose and out through your mouth)
•Pay attention to the rhythmic motions of your body (walking, stretching, etc.)
•Learn HALT signals (hungry, angry, lonely, tired)
•Choose a random object, like a paper clip, and try to list 30 different uses for it
•Pick a subject and research it on the web - alternatively, pick something to research and then keep clicking on links, trying to get as far away from the original topic as you can.
•Take a small step towards a goal you have.

Alternatives that are completely bizarre. At the least, you’ll have a laugh:

•Crawl on all fours and bark like a dog or another animal
•Run around outside screaming
•Laugh for no reason whatsoever
•Make funny faces in a mirror
•Without turning orange, self tan
•Pluck your eyebrows
•Put faces on apples, oranges, or other sorts of food
•Go to the zoo and name all of the animals
•Color on the walls
•Blow bubbles
•Pull weeds in the garden

Alternatives for when you’re feeling guilty, sad, or lonely:

•Congratulate yourself on each minute you go without self harming
•Draw or paint
•Look at the sky
•Instead of punishing yourself by self harming, punish yourself by not self harming
•Call a friend and ask for company
•Buy a cuddly toy
•Give someone a hug with a smile
•Put a face mask on
•Watch a favorite TV show or movie
•Eat something ridiculously sweet
•Remember a happy moment and relive it for a while in your head
•Treat yourself to some chocolate
•Try to imagine the future and plan things you want to do
•Look at things that are special to you
•Compliment someone else
•Make sculptures
•Watch fish
•Let yourself cry
•Play with a pet
•Have or give a massage
•Imagine yourself living in a perfect home and describe it in your mind
•If you’re religious, read the bible or pray
•Light a candle and watch the flame (but please be careful)
•Go chat in the chat room
•Allow yourself to cry; crying is a healthy release of emotion
•Accept a gift from a friend
•Carry tokens to remind you of peaceful comforting things/people
•Take a hot bath with bath oil or bubbles
•Curl up under a comforter with hot cocoa and a good book
•Make affirmation tapes inside you that are good, kind, gentle (Sometimes you can do this by writing down the negative thoughts and then physically re-writing them into positive messages)
•Make a tray of special treats and tuck yourself into bed with it and watch TV or read

Alternatives for when you’re feeling panicky or scared:

•"See, hear and feel"-5 things, then 4, then 3 and countdown to one which will make you focus on your surroundings and will calm you down
•Listen to soothing music; have a CD with motivational songs that you can listen to
•Meditate or do yoga
•Name all of your soft toys
•Hug a pillow or soft toy
•Hyper focus on something
•Do a “reality check list” – write down all the things you can list about where you are now (e.g. It is the twenty sixth of April, twenty sixteen, I’m a room and everything is going to be alright)
•With permission, give someone a hug
•Drink herbal tea
•Crunch ice
•Hug a tree
•Go for a walk if it’s safe to do so
•Feel your pulse to prove you’re alive
•Go outside and attempt to catch butterflies or lizards
•Put your feet firmly on the floor
•Accept where you are in the process. Beating yourself up, only makes it worse
•Touch something familiar/safeLeave the room
•Lay on your back in bed comfortably (eyes closed), and breathe in for 4, hold for 2, out for 4, hold for 2. Make sure to fill your belly up with air, not your chest. If your shoulders are going up, keep working on it. When you’re comfortable breathing, put your hand on your belly and rub up and down in time with your breathing. If your mind wanders to other things, move it back to focusing ONLY on the synchronized movement of your hand and breathing.
•Give yourself permission to…. (Keep it safe)

Alternatives that will hopefully make you think twice about harming yourself:

•Think about how you don’t want scars
•Treat yourself nicely
•Remember that you don’t have to hurt yourself just because you’re thinking about self harm
•Create a safe place to go
•Acknowledge that self harm is harmful behavior: say “I want to hurt myself” rather than “I want to cut”
•Repeat to yourself “I don’t deserve to be hurt” even if you don’t believe it
•Remember that you always have the choice not to cut: it’s up to you what you do
•Think about how you may feel guilty after self harming
•Remind yourself that the urge to self harm is impulsive: you will only feel like cutting for short bursts of time
•Avoid temptation
•Get your friends to make you friendship bracelets: wear them around your wrists to remind you of them when you want to cut
•Be with other people
•Make your own list of things to do instead of self harm
•Make a list of your positive character traits
•Be nice to your family, who in return, will hopefully be nice to you
•Put a band-aid on the area where you’d like to self harm
•Recognize and acknowledge the choices you have NOW
•Pay attention to the changes needed to make you feel safe
•Notice “choices” versus “dilemmas”
•Lose the “should-could-have to” words. Try… “What if”
•Kiss the places you want to SH or kiss the places you have healing wounds. It can be a reminder that you care about myself and that you don’t want this
•Choose your way of thinking, try to resist following old thinking patterns
•The Butterfly project- draw a butterfly on the place(s) that you would self harm and if the butterfly fades without self-harming, it means it has lived and flown away, giving a sense of achievement. Whereas if you do self-harm with the butterfly there; you will have to wash it off. If that does happen, you can start again by drawing a new one on. You can name the butterfly after someone you love.
•Write the name of a loved one [a friend, family member, or anyone else who cares about you] and write their name where you want to self harm. When you go to self harm remember how much they care and wouldn’t want you to harm yourself.
•think about what you would say to a friend who was struggling with the same things you are and try to be a good friend to yourself.
•Make a bracelet out duct tape, and put a line on it every day (Or any period of time) you go without self harm. When it’s full of lines, take it off and make a chain out of all the bracelets and hang it up somewhere where you can be reminded of your great progress.

Alternatives that give the illusion of seeing something similar to blood:

•Draw on yourself with a red pen or body paint, or go to a site such as this, where you 'cut’ the screen (be aware that some users may find this triggering, so view with caution)
•Cover yourself with plasters where you want to cut
•Give yourself a henna or fake tattoo
•Make “wounds” with makeup, like lipstick
•Take a small bottle of liquid red food coloring and warm it slightly by dropping it into a cup of hot water for a few minutes. Uncap the bottle and press its tip against the place you want to cut. Draw the bottle in a cutting motion while squeezing it slightly to let the food color trickle out.
•Draw on the areas you want to cut using ice that you’ve made by dropping six or seven drops of red food color into each of the ice-cube tray wells.
•Paint yourself with red tempera paint.

Alternatives to help you sort through your feelings:

•Phone a friend and talk to them
•Make a collage of how you feel
•Negotiate with yourself
•Identify what is hurting so bad that you need to express it in this way
•Write your feelings in a diary
•Free write (Write down whatever you’re thinking at that moment, even if it doesn’t make sense)
•Make lists of everything such as blessings in your life
•Make a notebook of song lyrics that you relate to
•Call or text a hotline
•Write a letter to someone telling them how you feel (but you don’t have to send it if you decide not to)
•Start a grateful journal where everyday you write down three: good things that happened/ things that you accomplished/ are grateful for/ made you smile. Make sure the journal is strictly for positive things. Then when you feel down you can go back and look at it.

I’m kinda over it.
Yes, my chest kinda tightens when I think about him kissing her like he kissed me. Yes, seeing them together on social media, doing the things we did, kinda makes me want to throw my phone to the wall. Yes, obviously I’m jealous, and obviously I still miss him.
But I’m not sobbing uncontrollably with my hands in my face rocking back and forth anymore, so I think I’m kinda getting over it. Maybe.
—  v.m
Fuel to Fire (intro)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f) 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting. 

A/N: This is the introduction to the tattoo-shop AU, a Stucky x reader story that could be compared to my earlier series: Savages. I have no idea where this is going or how long it’s gonna be. I’m just gonna see where it takes me. 

“Buck-.. you think we’re gettin’ boring?” Steve muses, his arms behind his head, relaxing against his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Steve” Bucky groans, popping up somewhere below Steve’s belt, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “m’Tryin’ to suck your dick here, you mind?”

“I don’t, actually” Steve grins. “I was just thinkin’”

“Yeah. I know” Bucky shuts him up, pinching his husband’s side, earning a yelp in turn. “Stop it and let me suck your pretty cock”

“Baby, c’mon, hold on a minute, okay?” Steve pleads, putting on his best pouting face and big blue eyes.

Bucky groans, rolls off his husband, “Okay, okay. Stop with the eyes already. What’s on your mind?”

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