i've been crying on and off since

You could see by the look on his face that he never expected to have this; living family members or stories about his ancestors or a birthright to protect and while it’s obvious that the expectations of him will be even greater in the future, I’m still so, so thankful that the show didn’t kill off Imogen before we’d had the chance to see this happen.

pearly-pastels  asked:

hey! i was wondering if i could get a scenario with bakugou where his crush is always happy and cheerful and energetic, and one day he goes over to their house to give them the homework since they missed a school day, and he goes up to their room and hears crying? and then they explain that they feel like no one likes them and that the world would be better off without them, and he confessed to them? thanks, i've been going through a rough patch recently.

Sorry this took so long. When I got this request I wanted to make it something more then a story off the top of my head. This is personal to me right now so I hope it helps…

Bakugou Katsuki

“N-Nothing! Nothings wrong, you dork, don’t worry so much,” you said quickly wiping the wetness from your face with your sleeve. You didn’t know how convincing that would be when you probably looked like a mess after crying on and off all day. As you thought, it wasn’t.

“What the hell are you saying?!” He seized your wrist when you tried to hide your face. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

It was odd. His voice was harsh, like he was angry, but his eyes.. They searched your face almost desperately, as if he was looking for an answer. All you could say, in a much weaker tone then before was, “Everything’s okay. I’m fine…”

His eyes flared and you flinched, expecting his explosive temper to get the better of him and blow you both up. “Shit. You always do this! You always hide your feeling behind that dumb smile but we all know you’re not okay!”

You were speechless. How did he know? How much did he know? You looked down, embarrassed at his words. You didn’t want anyone to know what you were going through. You didn’t want to seen weak so you continued to laugh and smile despite how you felt. You tried so hard and here he was telling you that he’d known the whole time.

“It’s my problem! There’s nothing you can do so why tell anyone anyway?” You jerk your hand out of his grip and step back. Now you were angry and just wanted him to leave. “Who cares anyway?!”

“I FUCKING DO!” Before you knew what was happening, he had you in a hold so tight it literally knocked the air out of you and you could only gasp for air. His arms wrapped around you and crushed you against his chest. As hard as you tried to escape, it was like he was made of steel and he didn’t even budge. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t still be here and you know that! Now tell me what’s wrong, you dumb ass!”

With just that you felt you couldn’t hold back any longer. Whether you would regret it or not later didn’t matter. The fact was that he was here and you wanted to believe with all your heart the he did care and that maybe we would be strong enough to carry your burdens for you, even if just for a few hours.

“It’s just so frustrating. I try so hard and nothing I do ever works. I’m a failure at everything!“ By this time you were clutching at his shirt desperately and were fully aware of the wet spot on his shirt you caused with your tears but you didn’t care. The words just wouldn’t stop coming. “I know I have people who care about me but Im still afraid of them finding out how weak I am and leaving me. I feel so alone. I hate being so weak. I hate myself.”

And then you cried. All the pent-up anxiety and fear came out in waves and you just cried. And he held you. He didn’t say anything or move. He just held you until you finally were too tired to cry anymore.

When he finally did speak, his voice was soft but deep. So deep you could hear it in his chest. “Just so you know, I care about you a hell of a lot and something like this isn’t going to make me leave you.”

Here’s the thing: I love writing fanfic. It makes me happy to write it, it makes me happy when other people enjoy it…I just love it. Something I’ve been noticing more and more frequently is getting comments correcting typos and grammatical errors. I’ve seen quite a few writers post about this before but I wanted to put my two cents in because I’ve gotten a few in the past week.

While I can appreciate that as a commenter, some may think they are helping an author out. “I see this mistake they missed. I should let them know.” That is good, solid logic and I totally understand it. Even further, I usually appreciate it. I remember @talvin-muircastle sending me a message that I had put “lips” instead of “hips” in a drabble, and believe me, it would have definitely changed the tone of the story if that had been left in, haha. Comments and messages like that are appreciated, honestly.

I suppose I want to show it from the writer’s view for a moment. I can only truly speak for myself, but I have seen other writers post similar thoughts. Getting an email notification that someone has commented on a story is exciting! Seriously, one of the first things I do in the morning is check my comments. They make me happy and are a nice start to the day. Sometimes that’s not the case though. Even when a comment is along the lines of “This story was great, but here’s some things you messed up on,” the first part of the comment may as well not be there.

I don’t want this to come off as me being whiny. I’m sure it will to some people and that can’t be helped, I suppose. I absolutely do not think I’m perfect. Holy cats, do I know that I’m not (spoiler alert: no one is). I mess up. I misspell things, I use the wrong tenses, I switch homonyms, I forget plot points. Even in well-known published works that have been poured over by editors, mistakes still get printed. It’s just the way it is. I churn out a lot of content and some mistakes would most likely be caught if I spent a little more time, but honestly, I just enjoy writing it. That may sound lazy or sloppy or something else less nice, but I’m doing this for fun and for free, and unless that changes, I’ll just keep trucking along.

The rambling point I’m trying to make is please be careful and courteous when commenting. I’m not saying you don’t need to point out mistakes because one, we all can learn from mistakes, and two, some writers want their readers to point things out (they usually post something in the notes at the top of a story). Simply try to put yourself in the writer’s shoes. If you had poured yourself into a story, and got a comment like this, how would it make you feel? Would you feel thankful or a little down?

There’s probably no good answer, honestly. No one wants to be told they did something wrong, even though we know we’re going to mess up over and over. This was just something on my mind and since this is my blog, I wanted to put it out there. Side note: this is absolutely not a cry for “we still love you and other people can suck it”-type comments. That’s not at all what this is about, and while I appreciate the sentiment, I only wanted to get this off my chest. <3

So I just watched from Emma’s song through the end of the episode for the first time since finding out Jen is leaving… 

I’ve never cried so hard since like.. my break up with my ex.

What is this. This is not okay. I’ve cried so much today omg?

artynerd23  asked:

So I know that requests are closed but when they aren't, how about the assassin's realized that they actually did have feelings for their s/o but because they were rejected, the S/o haven't properly cared for themselves and are very, very sick. So it's like a part 2 to the assassin's rejecting their s/o. (How's your dog, I've been meaning to ask)

It had been a few weeks since Altaïr had first rejected you and caused you to run off crying. He didn’t really care either way, but when you had stopped showing up to training and didn’t even see you in the mess hall to eat he couldn’t help but worry. When he gently knocked at your door he heard you feebly reply “Come in.” He walked in and saw you lying in your bed, bedridden. He felt a pit form in his stomach as he neared you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I was wrong, could you ever forgive me?” He kneeled beside your bed and took both your hands into his. He never realized how he felt towards you because you were his student. But now, he didn’t care.

Ezio gave a gentle knock on the door of your house, a frown etched onto his face. It’s been days since he had seen you and every time he came by the house was always empty, or so he thought. He spoke to your neighbour who told him you had been home for the past week, rarely ever leaving it.

He knocked harder this time. “Y/N open the door. I need to talk to you.” Ever since he had rejected you he couldn’t get you off of his mind. He wanted you to be happy, but he couldn’t feel happy for you if it was with another man.

The door slowly opened and Ezio saw you standing there, disheveled and very obviously sick. “Ezio?” You asked before going into a coughing fit.

“Y/N I’m such a fool. I don’t want you to be with anyone else but me.”

Connor had stopped visiting you ever since you had gave him your confession note. He wasn’t sure how he felt in all honesty. He thought he only felt platonic towards you, but the thought of someone else being with you, being the one to make you laugh, be the one to kiss you almost made his blood boil. One day he had finally had enough and marched over to your house.

He knocked quickly at the door and tapped his foot impatiently while he waited. The door had opened and you looked up at the taller man. You sniffled slightly and coughed into your elbow. “Oh, hello there Connor.” You smiled sadly at him and he felt his heart crack a little. “What can I do for you?”

He suddenly wrapped you up into his arms, surprising you as your arms snacked around his body to return the hug. “I like you too.” He confessed quietly.

You were spending time with Edward’s crew again, and he couldn’t help but feel jealous. You used to spend all your time around him but recently you had been spending it in the company of his shipmates. At first he paid it no mind, but when he saw his crew members shamelessly flirting with you he would scowl before skulking away. He didn’t understand what was going on, if you were just a sister to him he shouldn’t care if another man shows interest in you. Unless…

He suddenly marched over to you one day and yanked you away from his crew, much to your annoyance and their confusion. “Edward what are you doing?!” You demanded as he yanked you into his captain’s cabin. Suddenly his lips were on yours and he pinned you to the wall.

Your eyes widened as he pulled away and glared at you. “You’re mine Y/N.”

Arno had hoped he could salvage the friendship between you and him after he had so harshly rejected you, but it seemed useless as you all but shut him out of your life. You visited the Café much less frequently and when you did you wouldn’t meet Arno’s eye. Any attempts he made to speak to you were easily brushed off.

One day Arno was watching a play when he saw you walk into the building. He was going to stand up and walk over to you to try to talk to you again, but stopped short when he saw you gently tug a man in after you. The two of you sat down and began chatting idly.

Arno clenched his fists and glared at the man that had captured your attention. He stalked over to you two and cleared his throat, getting the attention of the both of you. “Excuse me, I’d like to talk to your date for a second.” And before you could protest he had pulled you away.

Just as you were about to pull back from him and yell he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your shoulder. “Y/N, please don’t do this to me. I was wrong, I like you.”

knittedintoacorner  asked:

Can I ask you something really personal? I'm having trouble coping with infertility and I was just wondering, since you're so open about your relationships with your step sons and never mention any biological children, did you choose not to have biological children? I just spend basically every day off crying and hating myself for being barren and I've been trying to learn how to accept it an I was just wondering how you have accepted or chosen not to have children. If you don't answer, it's ok.

I’m so sorry that you’re struggling and feeling sad. I don’t know if any of this will help, and I strongly encourage you to talk to a professional who can help you work out why you feel the way you do, because you deserve to feel happy.

My wife and I chose not to have biological children because our lives were intensely complicated back then, her ex was making us miserable, and we were having a hard enough time keeping our blended family together as it was.

The thing is, if we had chosen to make a child, we would have a teenager in high school right now, and OMG am I glad we don’t because that sounds like an exhausting nightmare.

I never made an emotional distinction between raising children who didn’t carry my DNA and children who did, because love makes a family. I understand that our society puts a lot of weird and ambiguous rules around families, and that women who can’t or choose not to have children are treated as somehow less than women who do. I think that’s stupid and illogical. Your worth in the world isn’t defined by your ability or choice to get pregnant and have a baby.

I have friends who tried for twelve years to have a baby, but it just wasn’t happening for them. So they adopted, and they are as happy and loving with him as my other friends who made a baby.

So I guess what I’m saying is: I can’t tell you how to feel. I can’t tell you that you should or shouldn’t feel the way that you do, because we’re different people with different lives. What I will tell you is that I don’t think you’re less of a person because you aren’t able to get pregnant. I don’t think you would love a child you chose to raise any less, unless you made a deliberate choice to do that (which doesn’t sound like something you would do.)

Love and commitment make a family. If you want to be a mother, you can still be a mother and you can still have a family, even if you’re unable to biologically incubate a baby human. If you choose to adopt and raise a child, that child is going to be your child because you will be her mother. Please don’t beat yourself up or hate yourself because of a biological process you can’t control at all.

anonymous asked:

So, it sounds like you've been through these things. Can you please tell me how you got over it? I've been struggling and stuck, I would tell myself I'm ok one minute, and then hate myself the next :( Can you please help me?

This might be a question that I’d prefer to answer privately since I’m trying to avoid spamming others’ dashboard. But there’s no button for it.

So yes, I was a teenager once and dealt with common issues. How I got over it? I got tired of crying and expecting the situations to get better. If I want something done, I will get it done myself. And if I have absolutely no control over something, I just shrug it off and go with the flow. I buy myself presents on holidays and treat myself out to a good meal every now and then. I enjoy my imperfections (and I have a lot!). Basically, I’ve learned to love myself. And believe me, once I did that, I felt free.

Don’t get the wrong idea that I am a happy person and that I am a role model. I am still a human being, and I still feel sad about certain aspects of my life. But I don’t go hurting myself because of the situation. I don’t hate myself at all. No matter how hard life gets, I want to live on. 

You know, what really matters is how you feel about yourself. You’ve got to start seeing the good in you and what makes you stand out as a beautiful person. There will always be someone better than you in other ways, but that doesn’t mean that you are nothing. You are irreplaceable. 

I’m sure everyone is pretty tired of me constantly crying about Leonard Nimoy because everyone on my dash seems to be so much more chill about this than I am, but like, a lot of my close friends know how much Star Trek means to me. I really might not be the person I am today if it wasn’t for Star Trek, and I know our world as it is today wouldn’t be the same without Star Trek!! That show inspired so many people to become doctors, scientists, explorers, thinkers and artists, and Leonard Nimoy was such a central part of the important piece of history that was the original series.

Leonard was such a friendly, welcoming, compassionate and warm guy and whenever someone so good passes away it’s heartbreaking because there are so few people like that out there, they come along only once every few centuries, don’t they? Mr. Nimoy, I’m so glad that I got to be on the Earth on the same time as you for a while. I’m so glad I got to meet you, really briefly, and while I’m sure I was just one of countless fans, it mattered so much to me. You changed my life and so many others’, and your passion for your art and the people around you left such a big impact, you could never be forgotten. 

I love it when people post about him ‘returning to the stars’, because we’re all stardust aren’t we, and I’m sure he’d be content with that.

  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she means: twenty one pilots is an american musical duo that originates from columbus ohio they leaked their own song and i haven't stopped listening to it since i've decided that i'll be playing this song at my funeral because i'm fucking dead the music video might be coming out tomorrow and i've never been so on edge if the new album is going to sound a lot like this i will cry i really like this sound they've really worked their ass off for us and i'm just really proud of the two boys but they've got me asking what's the new era going to look like is the theme going to be yellow because i've been hearing rumours the music video will have a lot of yellow man as much as i love this band they cause me so much stress i just want to know
8330) Since starting HRT I've finally been able to feel actual emotions. I had closed myself off for so long that my emotions feel so vivid and new and I'm loving it. Also I can cry now, and it makes me so happy I cry when I think about it lol

anonymous asked:

I'm just as devastated about Makkachin as everyone else, but at the same time I want to see Viktor be emotional and vulnerable so bad!! I've bee like writing for this since ep 2, okay?!? Whether they kill off the pupper or not, give us crying Viktor!


anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but i need to talk with someone. I've been crying for the past 2 hours since i saw this bellarke shit thing. We tried so hard to make the actors, writers, everyone in this show happy, we tweeted them nice things every damn day and this is what we got? I'm feeling dismissed as a fan, as a person. I can't even look at bellarke gifsets w/o crying harder 'cause all I see now is Eliza rolling her eyes and talking with disgust about it. I'm feeling literally like shit.

You’re not bothering me, and I’m always here both on and off anon (although admittedly I can get into spaces where I literally just ignore messages for like weeks). I honestly just…don’t even know what to say about Eliza right now, and I’ve blacklisted her and Marie because I’m so disappointed in the both of them. 

I understand exactly how you feel, but please, please, nonny don’t listen to Eliza. I know some Anti is just going to try and say this is me saying she doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but she literally doesn’t know what she’s talking about. 

People often forget that Actors do not have any real bearing on the story line that unfolds and therefore its not really them we should be listening to for updates and sneak peeks for net season it’s the writers and JRoth.

Contrary to Eliza, JRoth was not negative to Bellarke at all, made sure to emphasize Clarke’s bisexuality (perhaps to prepare us for Clarke getting with a man this season as both of her partners in 3A were women), stated that although she lost a soulmate in L/xa, Clarke is 18 and will move on, and then added that L/xa is not coming back and she would want Clarke to move on. 

All signs point to Clarke finding a new love interest and after everything that happened in Season 3, it would be extremely unnatural and honestly obvious changing of the story if that person were not Bellamy. 

So Eliza is allowed to have her own opinion on ships, but she was wrong to state it like that at an event that she was being paid for, but her opinion is not the end all be all for the show. JRoth’s is, and JRoth is still working on Bellarke. 

  • Her: I love you.
  • Him: I love you too.
  • Her: No, I mean I love you.
  • Him: Yeah, and I love you too.
  • Her: No, I love you. More than a friend would.
  • Him: What? Since when?
  • Her: I don't know. Since you got together with her. I swear, I didn't intend to fall in love with you. You were just a best friend then, really. But when you introduced me to her, I get all jealous and protective, like I don't want to share you with anyone. And in the first place, I know that I don't have any right to feel that way because we are just friends. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to complicate things. I just... I just want to get this off my chest. It's been two years since you got together. It's been two years now since I've kept this as a secret. Two years since I started hurting every time you have to hang out less with me because you want to spend more time with her. Two years since I started crying myself to sleep because I want you so bad to be mine. Two years since I become extremely happy whenever you give me bits of your attention. Two years since I started hating her for having you and for treating you like shit sometimes. It's been two, long, grueling years. Of stolen happiness and one-sided feelings, of pain and jealousy. It's been too much. I just can't hold them in anymore. I don't want us to be awkward or to drift away. I just want to tell you. I'm sorry.