i was out for few days... but i'm here now !

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

"I miss you" Sentence Starters!
  • "Come back to me! Even as a ghost... Even as a dream..."
  • "I left a house key in the flower pot for you, y'know... in case you want to come back."
  • "Fine! I'll admit it! I miss you! I miss you so fucking bad, okay!?"
  • "You're not coming back, are you?"
  • "Why does it hurt when you're not here!?"
  • "It was my fault. I'm trying to make up for it; just don't shut me out!"
  • "I know it's only been a few days but..."
  • "You can't leave me alone with my thoughts like this!"
  • "It doesn't matter. It's not like I miss you or anything..."
  • "I wish I could have told them sooner. Now they're gone, and I'm an idiot."

All my Akatsuki no Yona followers, if you are caught up to Ch 103 in the manga then go check out buri-art for the best Akayona fanart on tumblr! It’s my cousin and we only found each other on here today because we were independently freaking out about Akayona without knowing we were both fans I’m still laughing

anonymous asked:

I live in Ireland and I'm still in the closet as bi. Last night the biggest and brightest gay bar in the country got attacked. They painted swastikas and anti-gay slogans and slurs. I was planning on coming out to my mam soon but now I'm too scared. I only just found out and cried for a while. I'm terrified. I thought my country was getting somewhere! The anniversary for two years of marriage equality is in a few fricking days! I don't think anyone cares about what happened here last night.

Oh my gosh 😡 what is wrong with people! You don’t need to come out if you aren’t comfortable. I’m sorry you had to deal with this :/ if you can send me a link I’ll be happy to share it on my blog!!

I’m still super pissed that they decided to make Willow full on lesbian instead of bisexual. Her attraction to men was real and intense, particularly with Oz. Her chemistry and relationship with Oz was far better than that with Tara. As a queer woman, the need to have her as either or drove me insane.

anonymous asked:

I live in Ireland and I'm still in the closet as bi. Last night the biggest and brightest gay bar in the country got attacked. They painted swastikas and anti-gay slogans and slurs. I was planning on coming out to my mam soon but now I'm too scared. I only just found out and cried for a while. I'm terrified. I thought my country was getting somewhere! The anniversary for two years of marriage equality is in a few fricking days! I don't think anyone cares about what happened here last night.

im so sorry to hear about that love :( unfortunately, the world has a horrible habit of lashing back every time progress is made. the more we push for what is right, the more our oppressors will push to keep us down. knowing that never makes the pushback hurt any less, and it can even make it more painful knowing that they wont relinquish their hold on us without a fight.

take as much time as you need to mourn. it’s okay to be sad after things like this - it hurts! but know that the world is bigger than homophobes, the world is bigger than hate crimes, and there is community of people who are here for you and want to help you heal. you aren’t alone, and so many people want you to know that and want to support you. the world can feel so callous after events like this, with the hate crime on top the worlds’ apathy, but i promise you arent the only one affected by this, and i promise it will inspire people to fight back.

theres no shame in waiting longer to come out to your mom. you have every right to be upset and scared, and you shouldnt come out unless you are ready. you can see how you feel once the initial horror, shock, and fear because of the incident passes, but its okay to stay in the closet as long as you need to. you dont owe it to anybody to come out until you want to and feel ready.

take care of yourself in the meantime <3 do what you need to do to be okay. best of luck! <3 <3

This blog just turned 5 months old and now there are (somehow?) more than 4000 of you guys hanging out here with me, so this seems like a good time to remind you all how much I appreciate you and how grateful I am for how supportive and kind you’ve been since the very first day.

It’s only been a few months but I’ve already met so many incredible people who I hope to know for a long time, people I never would have met without this blog. I’ve gotten to read so much amazing writing and so many of you have been nice enough to read stuff that I’ve posted. I’ve had people write things for me and create gorgeous art for stories I’ve written. I never in a million years imagined any of that would happen back in December. Thank you so much for all you do and for sticking around. I’m so lucky to know you guys.

within the next few days this blog will be ARCHIVED — i need a fresh start & i’m dying to get active on here bc i’ve missed george a lot !  everything will be dropped & i’ll post a link to my new blog once it’s up for those that want to follow me over. hope everyone’s having a good day / night !

hey everyone i’m s and i’m super late to this party, because being gmt and working 10 hours a day sucks !! but i’m so pumped for this rp to start !! this is my lil bean grayson and i’d love to plot some things out with him so if you wanna plot just hmu or give this post a like or something. you know…the usual !! but if you wanna read more about him then there’ll be a few bullet points under the cut !!

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@slcvicshadow​ continued from here

Laura was always welcome in Natasha’s various homes. She was always content in Laura’s company, they were both content to sit in silence, or with the TV quietly humming in the background. Today they had opted for the quiet, sprawled out comfortably on the sofa. Laura’s eyes were heavy, she doubted that she’d rested in a few days, at least. Each time she blinked, they’d stay closed a second longer, and her head lulled to the side, fighting rest.

The more time that she spent with her, the more their similarities rose to the surface, like the way they both fought sleep. If she were a betting woman, her money would be on a fear of nightmares, and the desire to be constantly vigilant. When you were alone and sleeping, you were too vulnerable. Another example was their observant gaze, no detail went unnoticed, a sign of how thorough her training had been. If the bags around Natasha’s eyes were deeper and darker, her gaze lingered there. If there were suddenly a ring on her finger, her eyes fixed on it, although no questions rose to her lips. “I got married,” she explained quietly. When no reply came, she looked back at Laura, whose eyes were closed and breathing had evened. Privately, she was flattered she trusted her enough to rest in her company.

She read as Laura slept, careful not to move too much, afraid that it would wake her. When she shifted, resting her head on her thigh, Natasha stilled. It was a moment that she hadn’t anticipated, sleeping in her company was one thing, but touch was another. It was an aversion that she had never entirely lost, but this was Laura, and she deserved to sleep peacefully. Resolved, she murmured, “Cладких снов,” before returning to her book.

Abruptly, Laura’s breathing quickened. She tossed back and forth once, and she could feel her muscles tense against her leg. Natasha had witnessed, and had experienced, enough nightmares to know what one looked like. Assuming she responded to touch the same way that she did, she didn’t reach out and shake her, not wanting to cause her anymore terror. Instead, she said, “Laura,” loudly. Her voice rose as she repeated her name, this time adding, “You’re safe. It’s me, Natasha, and you fell asleep. You’re safe.”

When her eyes opened, she breathed a sigh of relief. “We’re inside of a safe house,” she added, “in New York.”

She had finally, fully, 100% trusted that Natasha was here, for real, for her. Laura had known that Natasha was trustworthy shortly after first meeting her, but what Laura didn’t trust was the universe. Everything else up until this moment in her life had been a sick joke - why would this be any different. 

The nightmares were what confirmed the sentiment. First they had begun with memories of the Facility, of her conditioning, of the scientists poking and prodding and the various tests she had to complete and constantly being watched and Rice and Sarah and Tanaka and Kimura - Whether she slept in her safe house, on the streets, or even on the roof - she was still surrounded, closed in, couldn’t escape. And then they evolved from memories of the Facility to her time with Megan and Debbie only this time, she didn’t win, Kimura killed them both and Laura was taken back. Then they evolved again to reflect her current surroundings, but the gist was still the same. Kimura was still there, and Megan’s face was replaced with Natasha’s… 

When she went to Natasha’s, her goal hadn’t been to sleep but to rest and You’re enjoy the woman’s company. She didn’t think she was capable of sleep, but the Natasha’s steady breathing and the turn of pages. Laura barely registered Natasha’s comment before she was out. 

Nightmares didn’t come suddenly for Laura. Instead they began normal, as though it was any other day in her life. And there was Natasha, and everything was alright, and she was content if not happy, and when she went to answer the knock at the door that was supposedly pizza (did they even order any?) the face that greeted her was all too familiar and then her neck was broken and all she could do was watch as Kimura - “Kimura… no please…” - stalked over towards Natasha who was no match for the indestructible woman and all Laura could hear were the screams and - 

You’re safe.” 

Her eyes opened, taking in the same surroundings of her dreams and then, as Natasha continued, she became more grounded in reality. The same sounds of the street greeted her ears, the same breathing that had picked up just noticably, the warmth of Natasha’s leg under her leg - ‘Sit up’ - she bolted upright at the memory of the last time she had rested on her mother someone and sat there for a moment, steadying her breathing. 

“I’m sorry.” 

OUT OF WEBS.
     quick  update:  i’ve  been  in  a  slump  for  the  past  few  days,  &&  i  just  hit  my  lowest  point.  i  got  laid  off  from  work  today.  everything’s  gonna  be  slow  on  here  for  a  bit,  but  i  don’t  plan  on  leaving  this  account  in  the  dust  for  months  like  i  did  last  time  things  got  bad.  peter  is  one  of  my  few  sources  of  happiness  right  now,  so  i  hope  you  guys  can  be  patient  with  me  while  i  figure  things  out  !!

wanted to say sorry for suddenly being so inactive !! i haven’t been feeling too well these past few days & work hasn’t helped at all, so i’ve just been taking it easy with writing & drawing. i’m still not 100% but i’m feeling a lot better. i finally got my two days off for this week on tuesday & friday. ( my boss had me work six days a week twice already … ) so i’m hoping to put out more replies & draw more rosemary icons !! plus, i still gotta finish dipper’s blog !! so imma head to bed now so i can wake up a little earlier to do some of that before heading to work !! so good night everyone & i hope you all have/had a great day !!

Today is the worst day. I had to stay after school a little because this kid (who I’ve had problems with for like the past 6 years) has been harassing me horribly for the past few weeks. And one of the teachers finally was like “this is a problem that needs to be discussed”. And so after that was done I had to explain to my mom why it took so long for me to get to the car. And then she kept berating me, asking why he was harassing me and what he was saying. So I told her that a bit of it was he kept bothering me over how I don’t stand for the Pledge of Allegiance. She barely let me explain my reasoning because she kept saying how disappointed she was in me and how unamerican and disrespectful it was. The last straw was that she said that he was right to be harassing me about it. She refuses to let me “hide out” in my room, so I’m stuck at the dining room table, reading a book and trying to stop crying while she sits in the other room watching Netflix. She always said she wouldn’t get upset with me for standing up for myself and that she wouldn’t force her political opinions (that are strictly republican) on me. She’s such a liar. I can’t believe I would ever be saying this, but I miss my brother and want him to hurry home. Though we usually never agree on stuff, we have similar political views and he always tries to protect me from bullying because nobody else did so for him. I know I let things get to me easily, but it’s so hard to ignore everything. I wish I could just runaway or die or something, but no, I have to wait 3 more years. I just want to be me, but I can’t. A few months ago, after I came out to her, my mom said she never wanted me to have to feel like I was backed in a corner and that I would have to hurt myself or something, but this is literally what she’s doing. I just. I’m sick of this tiny town that lets kids harass me, forces me to hide my identity, and makes it impossible to leave it.

"Did he break up with me...because I'm black?"

Who here has ever had this thought? *raises hand like the black guy in mean girls when asked who’s been victimized by Regina George*

I know I have. My last *kind of* relationship ended about a month ago now, and here’s what happened. I was dating this guy that I really, really liked. I met his family, his friends, he met my family, my friends. Things were headed in a good direction…until they weren’t. One night, a few days before we were supposed to hang out and well…consummate our relationship, he told me that he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be my first because he wasn’t completely over his ex girlfriend. Which was commendable. He said he didn’t want to break up, but he wasn’t ready to take that leap. Well, I told him that I couldn’t very well still hang out with him if he had any feelings for someone else. Logical. And even though it was kind of my idea, I couldn’t help but feel like I did something wrong. Like something was wrong with me. What could his ex have that I don’t? Upon our separation he had said that I was “the sweetest girl he’s ever met” and “way prettier than he deserved.” So what then? What could she have that I don’t? What could make him need to explore if there was still something with his ex, when I was standing RIGHT in front of him?

“Is it because… I’m black?”

I’ve thought this to myself time and time again. Trying to figure out if maybe that was the reason. On some subconscious level, could he just not handle being with a girl of color?
If you’ve ever had this thought, you’re not alone.

But here’s what I think I’ve come to understand: If he was dating you in the first place, I highly doubt skin color has ANYTHING to do with the breakup.

It’s so easy to assume that that plays some role in it, but if that was the case, he wouldn’t have been dating you in the first place. For me, this guy was very affectionate towards me in public, in front of his parents, in front of his friends.. He wanted the guys who looked at me while we walked down the street to know that I was with him. This is how I know that it doesn’t have to do with my skin color: by his actions.
(Side note: If you’re wondering if the guy you’re with feels any sort of discomfort about being with you because of your skin color, get out now! There are plenty of guys out there who will love you no matter what.)

It’s easy to look at our skin as being what makes us less than his blonde ex, or the fair skinned actress that he has a crush on. But let’s all make a pact right now not to automatically blame the skin we’re in. If it doesn’t work out with someone, then it wasn’t meant to work out! No matter what the reason! We live in a society that tells us our skin is to blame for everything…for why we can get shot without being armed or a threat; why we are the group of women least likely to get married; why we look “suspicious” to those around us. So it’s natural to think that our skin would be the reason why the guys we like don’t like us back.

But um OUR SKIN IS BEAUTIFUL. It glows. Like literally lol. And even though breakups SUCK and I totally miss that guy..I know it wasn’t because of my golden brown skin. I’m probably just a psychopath ;)

–the darkness in my heart cries out; there is a beast inside me and he will not be contained

mind where you place your hands
his fire is not mine to control

(i will laugh when you finally burn)

—  i have never been helpless, but now i am unstoppable || jph
The Uchiha/Haruno Symbol
  • Sakura: Here you go. Sarada, Sasuke finally stitched the Uchiha symbol onto all your clothes :)
  • Sarada: Yesssss thank you mama!
  • Sakura: You're welcome! It wasn't easy, juggling his work and stitching at the same time you know?
  • Sarada: I do, I'm very grateful!
  • Sakura: Now go on- Papa's waiting at Naruto's place for you to pick him up.
  • Sarada: yeah, yeah *whispers* like he can't walk home safely
  • -Sarada leaves. Time skip. It's a few days later and Naruto, Hinata and Sasuke are out together somewhere. Sakura has come home early because she was tired from work-
  • Sakura: *holding her old Genin clothes and running her hands over the old symbol* Ah the old days. I would be lying is I said I didn't get nostalgic once in a while. But I think it's safe to say Sarada has taken a shine to her papa's symbol, not mine. Ah, so sleepy...
  • .......
  • Sarada: Hey mama... Mama?
  • -enters bedroom. Sees Sakura asleep, holding her old Genin clothing close to her chest-
  • Sarada: What's this..? *realization* Oh... Mama's old cloths... With the Haruno symbol on the back... *looks at Sakura* Mama... Did you maybe... Feel sad that I didn't ask for your symbol as well...?
  • -Sarada suddenly resolves to do something. She hurriedly runs out the door. The next morning-
  • Sakura: Ah, good morning Sarada.
  • Sarada: Morning mama! *purposely drops her headband and turns around picking it up slowly*
  • Sakura: *spits out coffee* GAH! Sarada, what did you do to the Uchiha crest??
  • Sarada: *defiantly* I IMPROVED it!
  • Sakura: b-but-
  • Sasuke: *enters slowly* ugh. Never again will I attempt dares from Naruto while drunk -_-
  • Sakura: Sasuke-kun!
  • Sasuke: Ah, Sakura. Sorry about coming home late. That Baka totally- Whoa, Sarada?
  • Sarada: *getting angry now* WHAT??
  • -the Uchiha symbol is as it was, beautifully knitted by Sasuke with care. Around it, a crude but not altogether messy Haruno circle is now seen, obviously put there by an inexperienced but talented child-
  • Sarada: you got a problem with this?
  • Sasuke: HAHAHAHAHA *laughing uncontrollably*
  • Sakura: O_O
  • Sarada: ....uh....
  • -Sasuke scoops up Sarada before she knows what's happening and hugs her close-
  • Sasuke: ...I love it.
  • Sarada: I... Oh. :)
  • Sasuke: *turns* Sakura?
  • Sakura: *tearing up*
  • Sasuke: Um... You okay?
  • Sakura: I LOVE YOU TWO SO MUCH!! *runs forward and hugs both of them, so it's a Sasusaku sandwich with Sarada in the middle*
  • Sarada: oomph! And we wuv you two mamwa (she's too squished)
  • Sasuke: heh. For longer than you know...
Is it Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day already?

HOLY SHIT IT IS

Alright, sit down, buckle up, and enjoy the recs cuz it’s my favorite not-actually-a-holiday holiday of the year, FANFICTION WRITER APPRECIATION DAY, and I’ve got a bunch of new writers to appreciate! As well writers I’ve already appreciated cuz they deserve all the appreciation!! I LOVE LOVING YOU GUYS AND I DON’T DO IT ENOUGH SO TAKE MY LOVE!!!

Also, chances are that I’ve more than likely forgotten to add many MANY amazing authors that I love to this list, so if you’re an author and don’t see your name on here: YOU ARE AMAZING AND TALENTED AND DESERVE EVERY BIT OF APPRECIATION AS EVERYONE WHO WAS MENTIONED DURING THIS DAY!! KEEP ON WRITING YOU BEAUTIFUL WRITERS!!!

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I’m breaking again     
my seams are tearing apart,
I tried so hard to sew them up
to keep my pieces together.
But now the fog is seeping in
and making everything cloudy,
my mind is a mess
and my chest is filled with emptiness.

I hate the dark
but it’s become my best friend,
it stands in that empty space
the one no one else tried to fill.
I’ve been fighting every day
endless heartache and tears,
I’m sick of tear stained pillows
sick of wishing I wasn’t here.

I haven’t found my place
I don’t know if it even exists,
maybe it’s in the arms of another
or maybe it’s just anywhere but here.
Anywhere away from the pain
away from constant back and forth,
I just hate that I have to keep fighting
because it doesn’t seem worth it anymore.

—  maybe I’m not worth it anymore
Coliver Intimacy Drabble--Public Displays of Affection

This one was kinda hard to do, since I don’t see them as the PDA type, but I did my best. Enjoy!

“What do you think of these? I’ve always wanted to cook something with beets,” Oliver said, gazing at a case of vegetables.

“I’ve never liked beets, but you can make anything taste amazing,” Connor praised, hissing when a cool breeze brushed over them.

The two were out, visiting the farmer’s market that set up shop in Rittenhouse Square. It was a bright, clear autumn afternoon, the red and gold and orange of the leaves popping against the blue sky. Along with the bright colors of fall, came the first chills of the season. Oliver, excited for the weather, wore a heavy green sweater and his favorite grey scarf with a skull cap that covered his ears. Connor, choosing fashion over form, wore a leather jacket, that proved to be quite thin, and was now paying the price.

“I told you that you should have put on a sweater before we left,” Oliver teased, paying for the vegetables and walking away from the table, searching for another.

“I didn’t know it was going to be negative 8 degrees,” Connor hissed, wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm.

Oliver turned to face him, rolling his eyes with a smirk. “It’s 43 degrees out, drama queen. I thought you grew up in Michigan?” he asked as they walked

“Yeah, and I didn’t like the cold there, either.”

Taking in Connor’s shivering state, Oliver smiled sympathetically at him and grabbed his hand, moving him and Oliver out of the walking traffic. Oliver tugged Connor close to his body.

“Here,” Oliver whispered, reaching up and unraveling the scarf from his neck, wrapping it around the other man.

“Ollie, this is your scarf; you should wear it,” Connor tried to protest.

“You need it more than I do right now, it’s fine,” he said softly, finishing his wrapping. Oliver’s heart fluttered when he saw Connor visibly relax with the added warmth.

“Better?”

Connor sighed and nodded, “much better, thank you,” he breathed. He leaned in and made their lips meet in a gentle kiss.

“We’re almost done here, there’s just a few more stands I want to check out,” Oliver assured while they walked through the park with linked arms.

“We can stay here a little longer, if you want. Now that I’m not freezing to death,” replied Connor.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s still a nice day out; this is also a great distraction from that constitutional law paper I should write,”

Oliver chuckled, “in that case we’ll stay here all day, deal?”

Connor moved his hand to hold Oliver’s weaving their fingers together.

“Deal.”