on bpd and #suicide

hey since its bpd month I think I’m gonna make a post abt something that I’ve actually been dealing with lately

bpd folks get suicidal a lot.

I lost my job this week and was suicidal for almost every day and was only met with being called manipulative. as if me wanting to die is some ploy to hurt or use someone. it invalidated me and made me question whether or not I was good and guess what. that made me more suicidal. and I almost did it.

a lot of us are suicidal regularly and suicide ideation is often an immediate reaction to anything remotely negative or a rapid change

when a borderline person talks about wanting to kill themself, they most likely mean it. we don’t say these things because we want to hurt you. we literally want to die, our disorder causes severe emotional dysregulation and often times when we have emotional overloads suicide is the default escape card and our impulsivity and splitting can cloud our decision making long enough where we go through with it.

18% of folks w bpd commit suicide. that’s literally almost 1 in 5 borderlines. dead.

please take us fucking seriously when we become suicidal. just because our emotions are irregular and erratic doesn’t mean they aren’t very real to us. it may seem manipulative, and even in cases where it very well could be manipulative (which is a maladaptive coping technique usually formed from abuse and neglect but that’s for another post and another time), take. us. seriously.

whatever negative behaviors we have can be dealt with and worked through. but only if we’re goddamn alive


It’s August already! Time flies, doesn’t it? It feels as though last week we were just reflecting on our past year and planning for the year ahead. Most of us start every new year with a set of goals we are determined to achieve. There may be changes we want to make in our lives, bad habits we want to get rid of , places we want to travel to, activities we want to try, or things we’d like to tick off our bucketlist. 

I am just like you. Sometimes I become side-tracked. I let my lazy mind overtake my willpower. I let my mood get in the way of what I ultimately want to achieve. I procrastinate, put things off, and feel even worse later when I try to get things done in such a short period of time. Sometimes life gets in the way and disrupts my good habits. The next thing I know I’ve fallen back into this hole of laziness, procrastination, and not doing what I know I should be doing. Then I wait for the new year or my birthday to come around in order to get excited about my New Year’s Resolutions as if the date is going to make any difference. If you feel like you can relate to this and are starting to feel unmotivated, even though it’s only February, read on!

Here are 6 tips on how you can remain inspired and motivated.

1. Get used to forcing yourself to do things.

This sounds tough, doesn’t it? Our mind has muscles. It memorizes patterns. By doing this over and over, you’re building your willpower and self-discipline. Forcing yourself to do things that you don’t feel like doing (but you know you should be doing) is a habit you can learn. 

Every time I don’t feel like doing something like going to the gym or abstaining from eating chocolate, I tell myself that if I keep doing it for several weeks, one day it will become a habit. At that point, doing it will become second to nature. The next thing you know, you won’t even feel like breaking your good habits anymore. 

Let me put this another way: Inside your head, there is Mr. Better Man and Mr. La La Land.

Mr. La La Land will always try to persuade you not to do things that Mr. Better Man know you should do - like exercising, eating healthy, or being productive with work. These two guys don’t like each other, and they are in constant competition with one another.

When you don’t feel like exercising, remind yourself that if you don’t go, it will become even harder to force yourself to go the next day. Why? Because when you follow Mr. La La Land’s advice by not going, you’re giving Mr. La La Land the permission to control you. You also boost Mr. La La Land’s ego and self-esteem by listening to him. Over and over, Mr. La La Land wins and Mr. Better Man becomes the loser. 

But if you learn to tell Mr. La La Land that “Hey, I’m going to listen to Mr. Better Man because he knows what’s good for me”, Mr. La La Land will feel small. He will start to lose his self-worth and self-esteem and eventually he won’t have the confidence to tell you what to do anymore. He already knows you will always listen to Mr. Better Man. 

Don’t let Mr. La La Land win. Nurture Mr. Better Man and he will lead you to the person you’ve always dreamed of becoming. 

2. Seek inspiration - every day.

People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing - that’s why we recommend it daily.

Zig Ziglar

No matter how intrinsically driven we are, we can easily lose our motivation if we don’t continue to seek it out. Ever since I was a child, I have made it a habit to look for inspiration. The Internet has given us the power to find anything and everything. It is up to you to use that power to your advantage. Because I am a creative person and I feel stuck, bored, and stagnant the moment that I don’t feel inspired. To feel alive again, I look for inspiration. I read books, watch videos, read articles, and do things that reflect what and who I aspire to become. I find ways to better myself and find inspiration every day.

If you have lost motivation with exercising, try going to new fitness classes, join a bootcamp, watch fitness videos, or get a personal trainer.

If you have lost motivation with work, see if you can do more challenging tasks. Read articles and watch videos that inspire your creative spark. Meet new people. Go to events. 

Everyone is different and you’re the only one who knows what suits you the most. 

3. Focus on the emotional reward you will get. 

When you’re on the fence of fear, doubt, laziness, and tiredness, you have to focus on the emotional reward you will get if you just push yourself a little bit more to jump over that fence.

Focus on the feeling you feel after doing something that you know is good for you.

The feeling of an adrenaline rush.

The feeling of being fit and healthy.

The relief you feel after having finished a big project.

The pride you gain from an accomplishment.

The confidence you feel after having faced your fear.

Focus on these feel-good moments and remember that achieving that feeling again is just one step from saying “Yes”. 

4. Track your goals weekly and periodically.

Tracking your goals is crucial. We hold ourselves accountable when we don’t achieve our goals. Failing to track our goals is the easiest way to let ourselves fall off track. It is one way that our mind tells ourselves that we do not fully commit to those goals. If we can’t even tell our mind to commit to those goals, especially difficult goals, how are we going to accomplish them?

Writing things down is a way to reinforce to our subconscious what we want. Just like the practice of prayer. The more we tell ourselves what we want to achieve, the more likely we are to take action. We’re not letting those goals slip through our minds. The subconscious is powerful. The thoughts you say out loud are not as powerful as the thoughts you whisper to yourself. Positive affirmations hold their power. By tracking your goals and telling yourself over and over what you want to achieve, eventually you will overcome your laziness.

One day at a time, you can build a habit. Start with the habit of tracking your goals because tracking your goals is making a commitment to those goals. You cannot achieve difficult goals without making a commitment to yourself and to your subconscious mind. 

5. Set a reward for yourself.

Who doesn’t like rewards? Rewards can keep us motivated. And if a reward can keep us motivated for 30 days, then we might have successfully changed our habit by then too. Pick a healthy reward for yourself. While a material reward like a new outfit, a vacation, or a massage can be great, an inner reward feels better and is more sustainable. 

What is an inner reward? An inner reward is the emotional reward you feel from within. This brings us back to point 3 - focus on the emotional reward. Instead of focusing on rewards such as “if I lose 10 lbs, I’m going to buy a new outfit,” focus on the confidence and happiness you’ll feel from being fit and healthy. Think about how much more productive you’d become when you feel energized. If you focus on a material reward, you may get excited when you get the reward, but after a while, you will lose your motivation again. The emotional reward is sustaining and it is built from within. Make it a habit to focus on the emotional reward and it will become easier to make real change in your life. 

6. Find someone to hold you accountable for your goals.

Instead of tracking your goals yourself, you can ask someone you trust to keep you on track with your goals. This can be a sibling, friend, partner, or even a professional such as a life coach or a personal trainer. They can be your source of motivation, and even better, inspiration. It is important to pick someone you believe in or someone whom you know would not let you fail at achieving your goals. Pick someone whom you know will kick your butt and will push your limit. Most importantly, you need to pick someone who believes in you. The feeling you get when you know that “someone believes in you” can be tremendous. This feeling will help push you forward and restore faith in yourself when you feel like giving up.

Try all of these tips and get yourself back on track with your goals again! Make 2016 your year. :)


“What - what - what are you doing?”, he demanded.
“I am almost six hundred years old,” Magnus claimed, and Ragnor snorted, since Magnus changed his age to suit himself every few weeks. Magnus swept on. “It does seem about time to learn a musical instrument.” He flourished his new prize, a little stringed instrument that looked like a cousin of the lute that the lute was embarrassed to be related to. “It’s called a charango. I am planning to become a charanguista!”
I wouldn’t call that an instrument of music.” Ragnor observed sourly. “An instrument of torture, perhaps.”

It’s been a strange week. And I feel like I need to say this to clear my head.

I do realize that my platform is very small. And I am fully aware that what I experience is on a much, much smaller scale compared to what other people in the industry deal with. And I’m not sure what it is about that one hurtful comment out of so many nice ones that really sticks with you. Why that feeling is carried around for weeks, months, years afterwards. That may sound dramatic, but I am a person that feels a lot. I do have a lot of insecurities. I grew up getting made fun of. In elementary school I was happy. I was friends with everyone. It was very free. In second grade each person in my class was asked who their best friend was. Almost every person named me. My mom loves that story. But something changed for me from fifth grade to sixth grade. Elementary school to middle school. Suddenly none of my friends would sit with me at lunch. Just like that. First day of school, none of them spoke to me. Had something happened over the summer? Had I changed? I felt the same. It was only a few months. It became very obvious very quickly. I was uncool. I didn’t brush my hair. I had glasses. I wore all over sized t shirts with dragons on them. I didn’t wear makeup. My skin was bad.

I was frequently asked if I was in the wrong restroom. “Get out, this is the girls’ room.” “I am a girl…” I would say. I didn’t understand. How was I suddenly so different from my peers?

I felt like something was wrong with me. I became very uncomfortable in my own skin. I began to always let my hair hang in front of my face. So I could hide at all times. I hated walking through the halls. I hated gym glass where no one wanted to be my teammate. I hated group projects where no one wanted me in their group. I hated looking for a table that would accept me at lunch. I hated walking on to the bus wondering what sort of rude comment was going to be said to me that day. I looked forward to being home alone with my dog.

Partway through seventh grade, I started to get attention from a popular guy in my grade. I felt like my luck had finally changed. I felt like maybe I was becoming less of an outcast. One day after science class he and his friends handed me a note saying he liked me. He was theatrically going “Don’t show her!!! Oh my gosh!!! Don’t give her that!” They all laughed when I took the note. It was a joke. They were making fun of me. I could not get out of the room fast enough.

I fell for it again later that year with a different guy. I even went home and told my mom that someone liked me and that I couldn’t believe it. Later that week he called me over to his table at lunch. Where he and all of his friends laughed at me. I never told my mom that it was a trick. I was too embarrassed.

This same behavior from my classmates continued throughout all of middle school. I felt so isolated. In eighth grade in art class I was sitting at my assigned table. A kid walked over to me from another table and said “You smell weird.” And walked away. He went out of his way, left his table, to walk over to my table and tell me that. It’s almost impressive the lengths that people will go to to make you feel bad about yourself.

The summer before ninth grade I decided to make a change. I started to wear makeup. I wore fitted shirts and tighter jeans. I looked forward for school to start to show off my new look. I wasn’t afraid of the bus that first day of school. The bus pulled up. I walked on. I was greeted with “You look weird..” and “what’s on your face?” Nothing had changed. I could not escape my reputation of being uncool. I still had no one to sit with at lunch. Still picked last in gym class. Still laughed at in the halls. If anything, me trying just made it worse. My classmates felt even more inclined to put me in my place and keep me there. I cannot put into words the dread I felt stepping on to the bus every day after school. Knowing there was going to be an incident no matter how quietly I sat trying to disappear in my seat.

One day I decided that the kids on the bus were no longer going to get to me. No matter what they said, I would show no reaction. The usual remarks began. I looked straight ahead. They got louder. I looked straight ahead. I was upset, but not showing it. And I found power in that. All of a sudden I felt something land in my hair. It was gum. I didn’t see who threw the first piece, but it ended with everyone on the bus throwing their gum at me. I still sat there silently, staring ahead. Waiting for the bus to reach my stop. I had to walk past everyone who had just thrown their gum at me. I think they knew they had gone too far because one of them mumbled “sorry” to me as I walked past. My eyes were tearing up, but I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. I walked straight off the bus, into my house, into the bathroom, and straight into the shower. My younger sister (7 or 8 at the time) was already home and knew something was wrong. She came to the bathroom door. “Are you okay?” I respond with “I know this is a strange request, but please don’t make me explain. Will you bring me the peanut butter from the kitchen and hand it to me?” She was kind and didn’t ask.

My clothes, my shoes, my backpack, my hair. All had these kids’ gum stuck to it. Did you ever get gum in your hair as a child? Do you know how hard it is to get out? I had six pieces of gum in my hair alone.

This followed me through multiple schools. It didn’t matter where I was. In tenth grade my family moved. I started a new school. I cried for weeks. Luckily, I met Brad and some other kids from the music department. I had someone to share a locker with. I was relieved for that. But I still got made fun of in the halls. Still picked last in gym class. Still no one wanted to be my partner for class projects. I was still laughed at in public. Still had people yell “faggot” out of their car windows at me. Still barked at by groups of high school guys at the grocery store.

These events have happened to me less and less over the past couple of years. I decided I was going to try and have a less friendly outer exterior. To try hard to not try. To appear as if I didn’t feel like crawling out of my skin. I chose a career where I have to be a little more visible. I can’t always hide. I have to put myself out there more than I usually would. But please realize that just because I am a little more visible, doesn’t mean I feel the hurtful words any less. You have no idea what someone has been through. And I will never understand why it’s so easy for people to say things they would never say to someone if they were sitting next to you. What is so dehumanizing about this tiny screen?

I’m not sure what it is about the internet where people no longer become people. And you just have to accept that you’re going to get the rude comments. And we are able to justify those comments by saying “well, it’s the internet. What did you expect?” How is that what we’ve come to expect? People feel comfortable commenting on photos of me writing all day saying “Damn, you used to be pretty. What the hell happened?” What compels someone to say that? Why is it that this is somehow appropriate? I am truly not trying to be overly sensitive (which I know I am prone to doing) it’s just something I will never come to terms with. Why would anyone feel the need to say something like that to anyone? Especially someone they’ve never met. You have no idea what someone has been through. You have no idea what they struggle with.

I’ve been dealing with my depression and my insecurities for most of my life. And I do realize that these are issues that I need to work on for myself and the people close to me. I’m in a really good place right now. I have people who love me. I’m in a really good, healthy relationship. A new group of friends who make me feel like I’m worth something and not afraid to be myself. (Who I know would have sat with me at lunch.) But as with anything, I have my ups and downs. It’s easy for me to be catapulted back to those days. To feel the gum in my hair. To feel the stinging embarrassment of someone pretending to like me for a laugh at my expense. One little comment, and I’m there. It still affects my friendships. It affects my self confidence. It affects my job. It affects my relationship. I still hate being shown in photos. I still hide behind my hair.

I’ve been accused of being “tissue paper” in the past, so I have no desire to perpetuate a fragile mentality. I’m not expecting anyone to feel pity for me or to feel bad for the experiences I’ve had. But maybe for people to understand that there is always more than the tiny window into someone’s life that you see on a screen. You don’t know me unless you know me. You don’t know anyone unless you know them. Everyone has dark corners of their mind. Every single person has their own set of issues and triggers. I’m not asking anyone to tiptoe, but to just be kind. To think before you speak. To realize the effect your words have on others.

There is this one incident I always think about from when I was growing up. In ninth grade. I was walking into my last class of the day. I was wearing a pair of jeans that were worn out and very ripped. I was the last one to walk into the room, everyone was already sitting. One of the guys in my class decided to call me out while everyone’s eyes were on me. “Wow, nice pants!” I sat down, defeated. A well liked girl in my grade got upset for me and said “Hey, I think they’re cool.” She gave the guy a dirty look and smiled at me. It was the only time anyone had ever stood up for me. I am still so grateful for her saying that. I will never forget it.

That is the kind of person I try to be. Someone who makes people feel their importance. Everyone is important. And everyone deserves to feel important. And everyone should be treated like they are important. You are all important. Your words are important and powerful. Please use that power wisely.

Time Tells No Lies

Another day… Another week… Another month and another year… What difference did it make when the flow of time was irrelevant. Nothing every changes for one such as I. The seasons come and the seasons go, and the stupidity of humanity is but the same as it always has been. Watching the flow of time and seeing its advances had long but tired me… Even in this day an age, nothing seems to surprise me anymore.

Yawning as I walked across my collage campus, a marvel compared to where I first studies almost 2000 years ago. Structures of steel and glass replaced rock and fire that I had used when I was learning about the world. But what do you expect… When you’re a few decades past 8000 years, things tend to blend together and the passions for life all but leave.

My first class of the day, Ancient civilization, was nothing but a class of trying not to laugh. Everything that they taught, everything that humanity knew, what so wrong that even a vampire such as I had trouble controlling my long dead emotions. But even in such a dead class of painful lies, there was one thing that caught my eye. A small blond boy. A mere infant compared to my existence. But what this boy had was what I had been craving the past century or two. Fresh blood.

I’ve been watching this blond for several weeks, since the first of the semester. His scent instantly lured me in. The last meal I had was back in England during the 1800′s and the blood in my body was so old that any youthful emotions it had brought had died out months after ingestion. It was time for a new snack and the little innocent looking blond who knew nothing of the world was just what I needed.



Every time I look at Stormy I’m amazed at how much better he looks compared to when I got him. Dude had almost no fin, no color at all, was scary skinny
Almost 8 weeks later he’s like a completely new fish!
This is what a clean, warm tank can do for a betta. I saw improvement within two weeks of having him. It IS beneficial to keep bettas in larger, filtered and heated tanks!
I don’t care if your betta lived in a bowl for 6 years and “was totally fine” this dude survived in a bowl for three years with water changes maybe once a month and was fed every three days. I took him in from a friend who had no idea how to care for him and just listened to pet stores. When we started talking about our pets she talked about this guy and was horrified to find out that he was being neglected in her care and asked if I could take him.
Always always always do your research BEFORE getting a pet!

PROVE THEM WRONG! Yes, I was pregnant in the first picture. I gained 80 pounds in my 9 months of growing a tiny human.

For any mommies that need some extra motivation this week- it took me almost 2 years for me to change my body composition.

The picture on the left is 6 days before I had my son- he will turn 2 next Saturday 🤗 the second picture was about 2 weeks ago. Change takes time but don’t give up!

I promise you I know every way to fail- but it takes only one time to succeed to change your life. 💙💙💙

if Louis’ baby is real then I just won’t understand. I won’t understand how a father could let the mother of his child and his child be shit talked so much within the media. I won’t understand how the birth was announced through a gran’s Instagram and not through a professional media outlet. I won’t understand why none of his band mates thought to congratulate him over any social media, or why there haven’t been pictures of them together (considering Freddie seems to with everyone else). I won’t understand why the timing of everything was so wrong, why it changed almost every month. I won’t understand how he could sit back and watch as people deliberated over whether his own son was real or not. I won’t understand why his smile looked so forced. I won’t understand how pictures of him and his son were quite obviously photoshopped. I won’t understand why weeks before this broke he threw a baby doll on stage, repeating “it’s not real”. I will not understand, I will never understand.

Before The Buffer Zones...

The ACLU collected police reports and testimonies that showed what it was like to go to reproductive clinics in Massachusetts before the buffer zones were in place.

Mother Jones highlighted some of these “horror stories,” which received little media coverage leading up to the Supreme Court’s decision to strike down buffer zones in Massachusetts on Thursday, June 26th. 

From Mother Jones: 

Gail Kaplan, a patient escort at the Boston Planned Parenthood clinic, speaking to the Massachusetts Legislature in 2007:

The protestors are moving closer and closer to the main door. They scream and block the way for the patients to get into the clinic. We fill out police reports almost every week regarding the way they encroach upon the door, but nothing has changed…They’re getting so close that patients are terrified to even walk into the clinic.

I have often been spit upon while escorting a patient into the clinic since they got so close to me while shouting their protests…When it rains, they bring these huge umbrellas and try to knock the escorts out of the way.

Michael T. Baniukiewicz, head of security for Planned Parenthood facilities in Massachusetts, in a sworn 2007 affidavit:

“Bad enough I was scared coming here, afraid I might get shot.”

I have observed [two regular protesters] standing by the PPLM-Boston garage entrance in Boston Police hats and jerseys…I saw [them] wearing Brookline Police hats and jerseys while standing near the entrance to the parking lot in front of Women’s Health Services.

They carried clipboards and had patients write on clipboards. These patients appeared to be frightened and upset when they learned that [they] were not police. Patients informed me that they had provided their names, addresses, and telephone numbers.

Vanessa B. in a harassment incident report filed with Boston police, December 5, 1998:

One person was carrying a fake baby doll and was yelling, “It’s alive. You see what you’re doing!” Another person had a tape recorder and was playing a tape with a child crying, “Mommy, Mommy"…Bad enough I was scared coming here, afraid I might get shot…They made me scared, but they are not running me away because I have rights too.

Karen Caponi, a nurse practitioner and director of the Worcester Planned Parenthood clinic, speaking to the Massachusetts state Legislature in 1999:

One of our of physicians has been threatened with "I’m watching you” and “You won’t be smiling for long.”

Occasionally, anti-abortion-rights protesters attracted and clashed with pro-abortion-rights activists, making the situation even worse, as William B. Evans, a Boston police captain, says in a sworn 2007 affidavit:

“Even more egregious are the protesters who dress as Boston Police Department officers.”

On approximately ten Saturdays in late 2006 and 2007, a pro-choice group that we called the “Pink Group” was particularly disruptive. They would go into the 18-foot buffer zone and they would push, shove, and step on other people’s feet in order to get a good position. When this pro-abortion group was present, the combined presence of the pro- and anti-abortion protestors within the 18-foot zone around the front entrance would effectively block the door.

Dianne Luby, president and CEO of the Planned Parenthood League of Massachusetts, speaking to the Massachusetts Legislature in 2007:

I see…protesters photographing and filming into patients and employees’ cars and taking photos of license plate numbers to post on websites.

Martha Coakley, Massachusetts’ attorney general, writing to the state Legislature in 2007:

Demonstrators regularly crowd facility entrances and surround women, facility employees and volunteers with graphic and discomfiting pictures of aborted fetuses, and shout at and taunt them calling them “baby killers” and “murderers.”

Even more egregious are the protestors who dress as Boston Police Department officers and approach women and their companions at close distance, pretending that they are escorting them to the clinic’s entrance, only to taunt them or force leaflets into their hands as they make their way to and from the healthcare facilities.

Or how about True Detective? I never heard anyone go, “Is it going to be Amy Adams or Gabrielle Union?” for that show. I didn’t hear one black girl’s name on those lists. Not one. Literally everyone in town was up for that part, unless you were black. And I haven’t read the script, but something tells me if Gabrielle Union were Colin Farrell’s wife, it wouldn’t change a thing. And there are almost no black women in film. You can go to whole movies and not see one black woman. They’ll throw a black guy a bone. OK, here’s a black guy. But is there a single black woman in Interstellar? Or Gone Girl? Birdman? The Purge? Neighbors? I’m not sure there are. I don’t remember them. I go to the movies almost every week, and I can go a month and not see a black woman having an actual speaking part in a movie. That’s the truth.

Chris Rock writes an op-ed for The Hollywood Reporter on racism in Hollywood.

Five weeks post-op with Dr. Medalie, and I’m in love with my chest. It’s crazy how one procedure can completely change your life seemingly overnight. I work out almost daily now and I’m so much happier in general. Every little physical activity isn’t a chore when I don’t have to wear that stupid binder. I can even leave the house without making sure I’m bound, or at least wearing a huge hoodie (even in the middle of summer). Now I’m just looking forward to next summer…I don’t think I’ll ever be wearing a shirt.

Two years ago at this time, I was in the military contemplating suicide since I never thought I’d make it to this point. I hope this is a bit of inspiration to all those pre-op trans guys out there who don’t want to live another day in their bodies.

Dancing Together (Sequel to Dancing On Your Own)

(No gif because I’m posting from mobile) requested by anon.

Part 1 <——

It started to become a morning routine in the absence of the other Avengers. Your dad had checked in a couple of times, and Wanda had even used his suit to speak to Pietro although it wasn’t a long chat for any of you. Their mission had taken drastically longer than planned and they had been away from almost two weeks by now.

It was the same song every morning, just to wind Pietro up – “I Really Like You” by Carly Rae Jepsen.

In the first week, you and Pietro had started off the same way; you would sing ridiculously loud in the morning and wake him up and he would stumble in, glaring at you and turning the music down.

However, it had gradually started to change and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

It had started with Pietro coming in and turning the music down, grumbling about its noise but you caught him out of the corner of your eye swaying slightly in time to the music. The next morning, he had grumbled about the noise again but didn’t turn it down. You caught him dancing again.

It had gradually improved until this morning, when Pietro ran in, holding your hairbrush in his hand as he pointed towards you, mirroring your ridiculous dance moves.

“I REALLY REALLY REALLY,” you both sang, him throwing the hairbrush to the side as you held hands and spun each other around the kitchen, screeching the song as loud as you possibly could.


Tony sat on the couch in the small safe house the rest of the Avengers were currently using as a base. He was worried about how you were getting on, he didn’t like leaving his daughter unprotected. The other avengers had reassured him Pietro was there but he wasn’t sure if the two of them would get along.

Setting up his portable camera security for the tower and plugging it into the TV, he watched as the kitchen camera came into focus. Clint who was sitting on the couch beside him took one look at the imagine and yelled out a howl of laughter, the rest of the team coming rushing in confused.

They all took one look at the screen and burst into laughter, even Tony having to suppress a grin at the sight. You and Pietro were on the screen, dancing away in your pyjamas and although there was no sound, the whole team could imagine how terrible it sounded.

“She’s definitely your daughter Tony,” Clint snarked and everyone burst out laughing again.


As you and Pietro sang, you stumbled over the edge of the table and started to fall, but Pietro with his superspeed caught you before you hit the ground, his arms wrapping around your waist. You grinned up at him as he set you back on your feet but you didn’t unwrap your arms from around his neck and he didn’t take his away from your waist.

Pietro smirked at you, his grin widening. “I really like you,” he sang in time with the song and his accent made it sound funny so you laughed, before he crushed his lips to yours.

You grinned, and unknown to the both of you, Tony yelled out across the world not wanting to see his teammate kissing his daughter.

Congrats to @sosheargenius on her transformation .

To be honest I always hated my weight, especially at my heaviest, but one time I went to Paris, and my friends climbed the Eiffel Tower by stairs while I stayed at the bottom. I promised myself that when I got home I was gonna change my life because now my weight was crippling me and limiting my activities. I work out 4-6 days a week. 50% cardio, 50% weight training. (s/o to my trainer @healthnheels) I eat clean (as possible) and I drink green juices or smoothies almost every day! It took me 4 years to get the weight off. NO pills, NO surgery, NO shakes, NO wraps, NO waist training. (No offence to anybody that takes that route 😘) The formula is nothing short of proper diet, exercise, and PATIENCE! It’s a LIFESTYLE! I still have a long way to go but I sure am far from where I was! When I finally reach my goal weight, I’m gonna go back to Paris and climb the Eiffel Tower with a smile!! 😁 #Down129lbs"

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  • Oda Eiichiroo(One Piece):Even...even though I am sick (cough). I ...(cough) will draw almost everything in my manga!!! NO! EDITORS! DON'T TOUCH MY DRAWING!!! I WILL FINISH ONE PIECE ALL BY MYSELF!!!(cough cough and sent to the hospital.)
  • Kubo Taito(BLEACH):I drew it. Yeah. Every week. Hmm. 19 pages here, my editor. What? What happens in this episode? ......I don't know either. But...look ! At least, he grows up! (Glow on his face)
  • Togashi Yoshihiro(HUNTER X HUNTER):To celebrate my honorable return, my dear wife will draw the new episodes!!!
Open Letter to Wizard's RE: Deaf players

Hey everyone. I’m not sure where I should have typed this up, so I decided to drop it here on Reddit as I know some of the employees are always around. Maybe this can get relayed to the proper people.

First I want to talk a little bit about our LGS and how it’s changed dramatically over the course of a year. You can skip this part if you want.

About six months ago, we had a new player come in to the shop to play at FNM. He played a long time ago, stopped for several years, and is now getting back into it. He’s gone from playing a rag-tag blue deck placing last every week to dominating the first and second spot with a solid home-brew Izzet deck. It’s almost inspirational to have watched the transformation of skill and understanding of the game. But what’s been more inspirational to me, is that Levi, our new regular local player, is deaf, and has transformed the way everyone at the shop plays.

At first, many people were mildly irritated by the increased amount of playtime and overuse of gestures needed to play. Honestly, we have a lot of younger kids, and many of them have never been in a situation where they are faced needing to communicate with someone they otherwise normally couldn’t. Ironically, I’m fluent in Sign Language and have helped break down the language barrier, but the true beauty behind this entire event is how willing and open our entire LGS player-base and staff has been to not only being more patient in their matches with Levi, but also to learning Sign Language to communicate with him. It’s an amazing feeling to have a thirteen year old kid glance over at me and ask how to sign something to convey this to Levi, rather than ask me to translate it for him.

This is getting long, and I apologize for that, but the main reason I’ve written this all out is that, the most recent trailer for Journey into Nyx [1] popped up on our community Facebook group, and while we were all discussing it, Levi was very confused - because he’s not able to hear, he has no idea what the video is actually about (other than obviously knowing that it’s introducing the last set in the block) - (unless we [which we have] transcribe it for him). I don’t know if this will get to the proper channels, but having Closed Captioning on future videos produced by Wizards would be the most amazing step in the right direction for appealing to the incredibly wide and varying fan-base it has.

TL;DR - Wizards, please put Closed Captioning on your videos for your deaf fan base.


This is an amazing story of an LGS coming together, but it is also something I honestly wouldn’t have thought of and something I’m sure Wizard’s didn’t think about. It is a great suggestion, and I hope they listen and take action soon! A comment in the suggestions adds “Closed captioning on live coverage too would be incredible too”, which is another improvement they should at least consider.


I’ve hit my first goal weight so I think it’s a good time to post a progress picture!

I started this journey on March 16th, 2015 and honestly thought I wouldn’t last a week - but it has been almost 3 months! I’m loving this lifestyle change and refuse to go back to the way I was before.

My starting weight was 196.4lbs and my current weight as of today is 170.0lbs. I am 5'2" so every pound shows on me since I’m so short!

My ultimate goal weight is 130lbs but at this point I just want to feel and look healthy and try not to worry so much about what the scale says.


Fandom: Carmilla

Pairings: Carmilla x Laura

Words: 6,955

Preview“Well you’re usually the one sweet talking me. At least when you’re a cat I'm the one seducing you. How cute.”

[Finally got around to writing a full-length Carmilla fic! I combined a few ideas here, humor, fluff, and romance. Enjoy! And thanks to kalico37!]


It was almost ironic how drastically Laura’s life had changed since she’d met Carmilla.

Initially, she’d wake every morning eager to get out of her room and head to class, simply because that meant another moment away from her brooding roommate with questionable nighttime hobbies. She always would have much rather gotten up from bed and gone elsewhere to study or work on a project, do something productive rather than laze around.

And now, here she was, several weeks later, curled up in bed and refusing to move, partially because it was the weekend and she didn’t have anything too dire to attend to, and partially because she was way too comfortable.

Ever since the battle with the Dean about a week ago, she and Carmilla had been pleasantly inseparable in every sense of the word, and that included while sleeping.

Presently, Laura was sandwiched between her slumbering girlfriend and the wall, and the idea of getting up was becoming less and less appealing by the minute. She made a small, tired noise in the back of her throat, as if debating with herself whether or not she should get started on her tasks on time or not.

Maybe in five more minutes.

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