7:Do you have any OCs? I do, I do!! I more or less sacrificed their story now to Iwaoi :D They are called Aran and Tiuri (those are my main. There are some more to the story but they are not that developed yet). I created them first with a friend of mine when we were about 12-13. The story was based in some kind of fantasy/medieval background. But I kept them over the years and their dynamic an the story changed. First still in this fantasy/medieval setting. But the last time I drew them the story was set in the present and they were basketball players and later even rappers :D When I first stumbled upon Iwaoi they reminded me pretty much of my OC’s. i guess this is why I fell for them so hard. So now I use some of my story and some headcanons I had for Aran and Tiuri for Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Not all and of course I had to adjust it so that it fits the characters. But like the main idea and the setting of the story.
6) If you could be anywhere else, where would you be?
With mom (Toriel) and duncle Sans and uncle Papyrus and Alphys and Undyne and Flowey and all of them! I miss them so much.
7) If you could pick a decade to travel back in time, what would it be?
No thanks. I’d rather not go back to times where folks like me would be fucked.
8) If you won the lotto and millions in cash, what would be the first thing you’d do?
Put some in savings, buy some land and get a couple of houses built on it for my mother + grannie & papa, donate some, get surgery for dysphoric stuff and health stuff, get my name legalised, invest some maybe(?), and other stuff.
9) Which fictional character would you like to hang out with for a day?
I saw a confession earlier about stereotypes in the medical field. I can totally relate. When I was sixteen, I had a concern about missing my period and I told my doctor that I was not sexually active and that I’ve had a normal period for 7 years. They did not believe me. They made my mom leave the room and asked me repeatedly if I was pregnant. I told them that to get get pregnant you have to have sex and I have not and to prove it to you I will take a test. Test was negative. Then they made me out to be a liar and said that I was making it up and that I had to be depressed because I was a shy quiet black girl.) Three months later I found out my missed periods were caused by cysts because it burst.
Okay but where is Jay at? She would be in LA with them. She probably would be tweeting about how proud she is to be a grandma. She would compare Louis as a baby to the baby. The people closest to him haven't said anything. This is still as weird as it was at day 1. Like honestly Jay wouldn't miss the birth of her first grandchild. Or am I talking about I different person here? Because I'm sure that Jay would be there for everything, considering she's had what, 7 children.
Seven kids, a midwife, raves about Louis and her love for him on a consistent basis on social media. And yet.
I’ve learned that I can’t change what happened. I can’t change my feelings. I can’t change hers. I can’t change the pain she brought me and I brought her. I can’t change the night everything got ruined. But I can change how I handle the situations that lie ahead. I want to keep positive and not depressed. I wanna find myself during all this. I’ve been given an opportunity to redefine who I am in a positive way. Yeah it sucks that I lost her. I think about her everyday. I miss our adventures and conversations and stupid ideas. But I don’t miss not knowing who I was. I don’t miss belonging to another person. I don’t miss giving myself up entirely to feel loved and accepted by someone who didn’t want me the way I wanted them. But that’s okay. I believe everything happens for a reason. And in 7 years from now when I’m sitting in my office with a client and they are telling me about their life struggles and how they feel like they aren’t worth loving and don’t understand why someone doesn’t love them back and why depression is a dick I can look them in the eyes and honestly tell them.. “I’ve been there too”. This is a journey. I’m not sure where the road is leading me. Sometimes I worry that it might be a dead end, sometimes I hope it’s actually a cliff. But what I mainly hope for, is that it gives me purpose and rejuvenation and peace.
1. Fill your to-do list, pick up a hobby, breathe. Time moves quickest when we aren’t paying attention.
2. Accept you’ll be living with a piece missing instead of trying to replace it.
3. People make time for what matters to them.
4. You always have a choice.
5. Worrying is hard to avoid but try anyway.
6. It’s scary to fully trust another human. Regardless, do it.
7. It’s okay to cry. Really.
8. Find friends that do understand, and still keep the friends that don’t. Both kinds bring value to your life.
9. They’ll never be there when you need them most. (It’ll be okay anyway).
10. You are stronger than you feel.
10 things I’ve learned in a military relationship
Story Summary: After over a half decade at Shibusen, Soul is
finally returning home to attend his brother’s wedding, bringing his
meister with him for moral support. When a misunderstanding forces Soul
and Maka to pretend they are in a different sort of partnership, will it
lead to fate or folly?
How long has it been? 8 Months? Too long, I am sorry. I hope this chapter is worth the wait.
“You can stop brooding like you’re eleven
again and talk about it any time, you know,” Wes said, eyes on the road as
he flipped on a blinker.
Soul stifled a sigh. His brother was driving
like a ninety-seven year old grandma in spite of the fact he’d chosen to take
their father’s Lamborghini over his own SUV for Death only knew what reason.
Two days ago, he had driven like a fucking maniac to plant one on the fiancé
he’d seen five minutes before and would see later that night, but now Gran
would have beaten him in a road race easily, and she was well known for driving
ten miles under the speed limit at all times.
His scowl deepening, Soul reached out to turn up
the ear splittingly awful electric violin Wes had playing on the radio–still
better than listening to his brother’s well meaning blather. He knew what he
was about, and telling Wes wasn’t going to erase the last two days, wasn’t
going to make shit better, wasn’t going to make Soul any less of a fuck up.
Reaching across to click off the radio
completely not a minute later, Wes glanced at him with a rare frown. “Aria
texted me a few minutes ago. Said when she brought you up, Maka looked like she
was about to punch something. Or someone. Wonder why. Wonder what her
loving husband did to elicit such a reaction.”
“Cut the crap, Wes,” Soul finally
snapped. “I’m not her loving anything, and you sure as shit know
“But you want to be,” was his
brother’s response as he side-eyed him, and there was no teasing, just a
statement of bald fact.
Letting out a sigh at that because he didn’t
care enough to try to hide it just then, Soul bit out, “Doesn’t fucking
matter what I want, and she’s probably never gonna speak to me again after last
night, so just–drop it, will you?”
“After last night?” The raised eyebrow
My niece is absolutely in love with her kitty. She loves all kitties. I mean, she turns into a mush baby around them. And she’s so kind and gentle with them and they make her so so happy. And a couple weeks ago her kitty got out and went missing. She’s been gone nearly 3 weeks and my niece has been pretty sad about it. Like… really sad about it.
Today my brother (my nieces dad) saw a post on facebook from a friend of a friend about how they were thinking about taking in a cat that someone had found. It was my niece’s kitty. Someone found her nearly 7 miles away from my brother’s house.
So today my niece got reunited with her kit cat. And I’m a goddamn mess. Like… ya’ll. There is a feeling that I get when I realize that the people I love are going to experience amazing happy things that really overwhelms me and makes me grateful for every moment I get on this earth in this universe. I have not stopped crying for like an hour. I just… like… whew. fuck.