i'm like sick to my stomach

two ways to fix this next ep:

  1. ep opens with alec and magnus in bed/coming out of shower/eating breakfast/literally any kind of morning after scene so long as it provides actual closure and new depth to their relationship
  2. it’s revealed that they actually didn’t have sex and there’s further discussion that - say it with me - provides new depth to their relationship
because let’s be real, if you’re not going to do either of those things why the fuck was it a storyline in the first place?
Nervous Starters
  • "I can't do it"
  • "I think I'm gonna be sick"
  • "I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous"
  • "Excuse me, hi- I- Sorry, I just- sorry"
  • *incoherent stuttering*
  • "I've never done this before"
  • "I've got butterflies in my stomach"
  • "I froze up"
  • "I'm just working up the nerve"
  • "You're a little intimidating"
  • "I'm worried about _____ "
  • "My heart feels like it's going to beat out my chest"
  • "I'm not nervous"
  • "You ramble when you're nervous"
  • "Just go over there and talk to them"
  • "Go on, you can do it"
  • "Are you nervous?"
  • "A few nerves are a good thing"
  • "Do I make you nervous?"
  • "Relax, no one's looking"

Requested: Yo can you do an imagine where y/n and Shawn get into a car accident..And Both are hurt..But y/n is hurt bad.. Shawn’s okay but he is damn worried about her.. like there’s a lot of blood and all.. and all this from Shawn’s POV Thanks gurl ❤

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Originally posted by mendesforever

Shawn’s POV

“Y/n!” I shout, but she’s not responding. Her eyes are closed and she’s crumpled against the side of the car. She’s so still, too still. This can’t be happening. This can’t be fucking happening. “Y/n! Baby, wake up, talk to me.” I’m fighting to get to her, but my damn seatbelt is jammed, and the more I fight it the more my shoulder aches. I need to get to y/n, there’s glass, she’s bleeding. She’s hurt. I need to get to her.

I’m screaming for help, for someone to help y/n, because I’m stuck, and I can’t help her, and I need to know that she’s okay. Someone comes into view, squatting down to get a look into the overturned car, “Are you okay in there?” He shouts.

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  • mom when I go to school and don't tell her I'm sick: wth !!!! you gotta tell me these things I can't read your mind geeze
  • mom when I ask not to go to school and tell her I'm sick: it's your fault lol suck it up just go you always make excuses

This DACA decision makes me sick to my stomach. I was undocumented for almost 20 years. Had things turned out differently for me, I would have likely be registered under DACA right now. Had it been passed a few years earlier, I absolutely would have, because getting through college without being eligible for financial aid, having no job, and no driver’s license was an absolute nightmare.

So I know the 800,000 people who are being needlessly targeted are not criminals. They are not terrorists. They are not “stealing jobs” They are not “illegal” despite how many times that fucking gremlin of an AG calls them that, because no human being can be illegal. They are Americans, same as I was those 20 years. This is the only home they’ve ever known.

I don’t want to hear about how “this is the law”, “DACA was breaking the law.” Slavery was the law. The Chinese Exclusion Act was the law. There is a whole history here of laws being unjust, of laws being racist. The only thing this repeal is, is unbelievably cruel to 800,000 Americans, whose dream in no way infringes yours. We cannot let this thing stand. We must do everything in our power to make our voices heard, to stand beside every immigrant in this nation as one. The leaders of this country are heartless and spineless monsters. Let it be KNOWN that you are not the same.

“History will record that the greatest tragedy was not the strident clamor of the bad people but the appalling silence of the good people.” - Jose Vargas

Witch Tip

Feel sick to your stomach? Have the WORST stomach bug on the planet? Dump a bowl of fresh mint and a few slices of ginger in the bath and then jump on in.

Seriously, it works wonders.

guess who’s sick af!? 

my squad successfully got back from colossalcon but it seems like we all picked something up.  Personally I’ve just been chilling around my parents house all day with a fever and stomach problem.   
y’all don’t understand how much I wish I could work on some projects! I want to get back to drawing more soon *:・゚✧. 


Hello, my name is Amber and I need your help. This year hasn’t been the best for my mother and I and we’re struggling to pay our bills and afford groceries. We’ve had to replace our air conditioner, our car battery, a flat tire and medicine for both my mother and my sick dog. Our house payment is currently behind and if we don’t pay it within the next month or so, we could lose the house and we’ll have nowhere to go after that.

I’m in tears, shaking and sick to my stomach as I write this, but I don’t know where else to turn. My paypal is ambersou@yahoo.com if anyone can donate a couple of dollars, I would greatly appreciate it.

Please don’t just like it! Please reblog!

anonymous asked:

I saw a meme on here today that said something like "when he starts to choke you and you're lowkey into it but he starts whispering 'i'm so sick of your shit'" and then a spongebob gif as a reaction how the fuck is that even REMOTELY funny i'm so sick to my stomach.

anonymous asked:

i got pinned for a fucking HOUR by a lady who was way up in my personal space trying to shove christianity down my throat. lady, i'm at work, and this is a pet store, and it's not even holiday season where people are more likely to bring the jesus talk in. I'm bad at telling people to leave me alone, and i ended up backing myself into a wall and just leaning as far away from her as i could, and she kept getting closer and touched my arm and i felt sick to my stomach. How do I tell them to leave?

Speak in tongues, turn your head around 360, and get a tattoo of the number 666. Or just stick with the less fun route of butting in with “ma’am, I’m needed (insert somewhere in the store) to help a customer/coworker.” I’ve told someone I was an atheist once and it only made it worse. The whole pretending to be a demon thing would probably work better in scaring the annoying bible humper away. Hell, I might stock up on those fake blood capsules and use it while reciting something close to a Satanic chant while my eyes roll into the back of my skull. Maybe throw in a little “I’LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL” in there. -Abby

toastedtoast15  asked:

I saw a post titled 'why I stopped identifying as ace' and it said 'because asexuality is inherently homophobic' and that all aces 'joke about an std plague wiping out everyone but them.' This person said that while they fit the definition of asexual, the label is inherently homophobic and so you shouldn't use it. Now I'm sick to my stomach with guilt. Am I inherently homophobic because I id as ace? I'm panromantic, but I'm still worried about what this person said and if it's true.

Nothing that person said is true. There’s nothing homophobic about not experiencing sexual attraction. Go on any asexual’s blog and I can guarantee you there will be no posts about “std plagues” on there.

Anyone who makes generalized statements like that about a group of people for a part of their identity that they cannot change is a prejudiced bigot. There is nothing wrong with you being asexual.

Trying to explain how being misgendered feels for me in a way that might make sense to cisgender people;

Imagine that you’re just going about your day, and people just keep insulting you for no reason. They just make some rude comment about your appearance, outfit, personality, whatever.

You go to buy your groceries; as the shop assistant serves you, they insult you. You’re speaking to a friend, and mid-conversation, they insult you.

And the most important thing here is, every time a person insults you, they carry on as if nothing happened, and often so do the other people around you. Often people don’t realise they’ve insulted you, but you’re feeling really hurt by it. You try to bring it up with people around you, and often they haven’t noticed that it even happened.

Sometimes, people don’t insult you, and act like they should get a prize for this, like it’s some sort of competition to just give you the basic level of respect.

Sometimes when people insult you, they realise what they said was wrong, and apologise. And you’re not angry at them, and you forgive them, but the hurt is still there.

You’re just trying to get through the day, week, whatever, and people just every so often insult you. You end up feeling drained and emotionally exhausted because you’ve had to just deal with this all day/week.

And the worst thing is, you know it’s likely to carry on next time you leave the house.

It might all seem very dramatic, but I feel a physical pang in my chest/stomach when I get misgendered. I frequently feel sick when I have to leave my house, because I get so worried about being perceived incorrectly. Being misgendered, as much as I try not to let it, frequently ruins my day and makes me want to give up entirely. It’s getting in the way of my life in general.

anonymous asked:

I'm actually such a pathetic person. I have such legitimate feelings for Tom that when I saw that picture of him and this chick staring at each other in the club and saw someone comment "I bet they thought about fucking each other" it made me sick to my stomach. Like the kind of way when you think about a significant other having sex with someone else and you just have this dreadful feeling and you want to throw up. I know I have no say in his life and I'll never be with him. Why am I like this?

First of all, you have validity to your feelings. I would not call you pathetic.  Jealousy is what your feeling and however, legitimate these feelings are, they can be really toxic for your own well-being. 

We are fans of an image. The reality of my writing is that it is a character I created based-off snippets of a real life person. It is the sad truth that we will never be in a relationship with Tom and I know you know that but I think it’s healthy to remind ourselves that the romantic aspects we imagine with this are only that, imaged. 

This is not to say that I think fanfiction is unhealthy. I just mean that we don’t really even Tom completely. What we see is such a small percentage of who he is. And remembering that we have no control over what he does, how he does something and who he does it with is important. 

I don’t know if it’s this way for y’all too, but I know that there’s a comfort I find in reading fics. Something to take my mind off of an on-coming anxiety attack or help me see and create a positive spin on a shitty situation by including someone I like into it. 

I would say, don’t beat your self up too much for this. You are not the first or only person to see it this way. But understand that this is a sort of para-social relationship and it can be destructive. It is disappointing coming off of the cloud of boyfriends and headcannons. But I think reminding yourself is healthy. 

I am always here if you need to talk ♡  


Gotham AU where Liza survives and later returns to Gotham under her birth name: Harleen Quinzel.

Ivy went back to tending to the plant she had been preoccupied with when Harleen had walked through the door. “I wanted to forget my past too,” she said without looking up from her work. “It’s not easy.”

Harleen nodded. “I’m beginning to see that.”

“I moved forward instead.” She reached out and gently touched the plant’s leaves. “I have my friends, and my new family.”

“Sounds nice,” Harleen said, trying to ignore the bad feeling she had.

“But,” Ivy said as she turned to face her. “That’s not why I’m here.”

“Why are you here then?” She watched Ivy carefully. “Why were you waiting for me?”

“He said you changed your name, that I had to hear you use your old one. He was interested in what you came back to Gotham to do, and he wants you to join us.”

“He?” She asked, terrified of who it might be.

“Penguin.” The answer came with a big smile. “Oswald.

“Copplepot?” But she knew it was. There was one Penguin after all.

Ivy nodded but her smile faltered as Harleen backed away, one hand agaisnt her stomach, the other reaching out for something to support her. She felt like she was going to be sick, her mind was racing. Coming back to Gotham really had been a mistake. “Leave,” was all she could say as she turned away from Ivy.

  • Schools need to have some sort of mental health rule. Like there can be sick days and then there can be mental health days where you cannot make it through the day safely even though you're physically fine (Though, at least for me, when I need these days I'm completely sick to my stomach and can't function). And if a teacher's course load or homework level or something is making you panic or breakdown or cause you so much stress you're throwing up and sobbing over them you can just go up to them and explain what's going on. Mental health is just as important as physical health, to ignore one is to affect the other. School really isn't helping me, I need these things.

Trigger warning