idk why i just know that i cant

anonymous asked:

i had a small part time job plus my full time job. i also have depression and anxiety and having 2 jobs really made them worse. so i quit my part time job. my boss was really nice about it but i feel so guilty about it-like ive let them all down. i feel like crying idk why i know i need to do this for my mental health and i know i need to take care of myself first but i cant stop feeling this way. idk why im telling you. i just needed to let it out to someone

You didn’t let them down babe. You did what you had to do for your mental health and that is brave and I am so proud of you

have you ever finished a book or show and just had the strongest longing to be a part of that universe, where you have special abilities like them and friendships like them, and sure life is hard there but you know you’re special, you’re valuable, and that everything will be okay in the end

Does anyone else with autism get really tripped out about time???? Like i know 3pm-6pm is 3 hours of time passed. but i get it all funny in my head and have to count it out first because i dont know which number to start on before calculating time or if subtracting counts for the official hour that has passed or not, no matter how many times i do it. I always wind up doing this. “3pm-4pm is one hour, 4pm-5pm is 2 hours, 5pm-6pm is 3 hours.” I cant just say 6-3 is 3 or anything and Idk why???

so this happened…

I HIT ONE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS!!!!, It’s very exciting and emotional, I thought I would never get this far and I owe you guys so much like Idk why you follow me I just reblog stuff but you seem to like. it so as a thank you  for being such amazing people I would like to tag some of the people who made this possible;

My buddies chum pals are bolded(AKA the babes)

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Spelling Pt. 1.5 (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 1,917 (IT SEEMS SO MUCH LONGER BUT NOPE.)

Warnings: Swears

Authors Note: HELLO HELLO. This is kinda late but better late then never. THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE IDK WHY BUT IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT SO IT’S OK. It’s labeled 1.5 because Spelling was supposed to be a stand alone but because you wanted to have a second part I decide to write one! BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT, AND KEEP IN MIND THAT MY ASK IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR YOUR FEEDBACK AND REQUESTS! 

Requested: I CANT FIND THE DAMN REQUEST, BUT I PROMISE IT WAS REQUESTED

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Masterlist

L

Literature.

You walked into your favorite small book shop. With the holidays just around the corner the thick white snow blanketed the New York streets. Brushing snow from your shoulders, you walked through the aisles of books upon books. You weren’t able to go home for the holidays so you decided you would curl into yourself with a good book. You delicately traced your finger on the spine of a book when you heard a loud crash from the aisle over. You wandered over to the noise quickly to see someone who had dropped a couple books and records as they scattered the floors. You bent down to help the stranger when your fingers met his on top of a heavy book.

“Are you alright?”

You ask standing up and meeting his face. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and glanced up at him. He looked familiar. But you weren’t able to put your finger on it. He stared back at you but with a spark in his dark eyes.

“I um, yeah. I’m fine.”

He managed out, still a bit disheveled. You gave him a smile and he flashed you one in return.

Your heart stopped.

It was him. You recognized that smile. And you knew exactly where from.

“I-I. Here.” You stammered as you handed him the book you had picked up from the floor filling the awkward silence.

“Thanks.” He said as he took the book from your hands.

You turned around to walk away, and you got as far as two steps when-

“Y/N?”

Your breath caught in your throat and you turned around.

A small smile graced your face and you were slowly nodding.

He extended his hand to you.

“I’m-”

“Lin. I know.”

O

Offer.

He offered to take you over to his apartment that day, the least he could do for your kindness he promised. You found yourself reliving every high school daydream you had about him as you walked along the busy streets to the nearest subway station. He joked with you, talking about your favorite holiday movies as he even held your bag. He offered you his seat in the packed subway, and he offered you a cup of hot chocolate when you arrived at his apartment.

“The last packet.” he said. You shook your head.

“No way, It’s all yours.” you urged.

He shoved the red mug into your hands. You sighed in defeat as you gave him your best pout. He replied by letting out a chuckle and handing you a can of whipped cream. You sprayed a mountain on your hot chocolate and took a careful sip.

“Mmmm” you said as you felt the rich drink slide down your throat.

Lin just looked at you with his dark eyes that sparkled in his kitchen lighting.
You blinked and he was closer than he was a second ago, so close that you felt his breath on your nose. It felt like you were dreaming.

Was he going to kiss you?
God yes, please.
He leaned in, hesitated, then brought his hand up to wipe at some whipped cream on your nose.
You felt your face heat up, embarrassed.
You wanted him.
You should’ve kissed him first.

V

Virgin.

You’d never been to Broadway.
What Lin called a Theatre Virgin. Not only did he give you tickets to In The Heights, he ushered you backstage to meet the cast before the show.
You told him you couldn’t ask him to do such a thing. You told him that you could just buy tickets yourself but he didn’t have it.
He told you it was the least you deserved.
You were too afraid to ask him what that meant.
You sat on the stairway as he and Karen were joking around.
She was nice
And pretty, and gorgeous, and kind, and funny, and witty, and perfect.
For Lin.
You had no right to be jealous.
But you were.
Lin walked away to talk to Chris and she sat next to you on the step.

“He’s quite the guy.” she said, moving her long hair to one side.

“Yeah.” you breathed.

“He likes you.” she said

“What?” you said barely in a whisper, but she was gone before you could ask further questions.

E

Endings.

When the show ended you rushed backstage.
You needed answers. You were tired of waiting for him, waiting for him to show signs, waiting for him to give you the attention you craved.
You flung the door of his dressing room open.
He stood there half dressed, sweaty, tired.
Your brain stopped and everything you had planned to tell him slipped your mind.

“Y/N?”

“I- I” you tried.

Fuck.

“Listen I need to tell you-” he began.

You grabbed him by his white tank top and pulled him close.
You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips and back up to meet your eyes.

“Kiss me.” you commanded.
“Can I kiss you?” he said at the exact same time.

Nothing was slow. His lips met yours, eager like they’d wanted to do this years ago. Hands finding their way around your waist, yours moving up to wrap around his neck.
You never could have imagined what it felt like to feel his lips against yours.
The way he made your heart beat so fast.
It was the end.
The end of waiting for him, and the beginning of having him.
The end of dreaming
And the beginning of reality.


L

Left.

He had quite a load in his hands and he knew he shouldn’t have turned left so fast into the aisle, but he saw you.
He saw you admiring a book and in a quick panic he turned into the nearest aisle, running into a book cart.

“Fuck.” he whispered as his books were scattered on the floor.

He bent down to grab them when his hands were touching someone else’s. He retreated quickly and looked up to see you. You looked different, aged. Shorter hair and softer eyes.
Just as beautiful.

“Are you alright?” you asked

He realized what was happening and forced out a response before the silence between you two became too long.
You smiled at him.
That smile.
It was the same, just as bright, just as youthful.
He couldn’t help but smile back at you, it was like some secret language between you two.
You turned to leave, ‘shit.’ he thought. He chanced it. He knew he would regret it if he let you go.
Again.

“Y/N’?”
You stopped dead in your tracks.
Fuck, had he messed up?
When you turned around with that smile he felt like he was floating.
You nodded and Lin wanted nothing more than to tell you every single thought he had had about you in high school.

“I’m”

“Lin. I know.” you said.
He felt like he was dreaming.

O

Oath.

He invited you over, for gods sake he’d wanted to do so since senior year.
He did everything he’d planned in his head.
He held your bag, like he’d planned if he ever had gotten the chance to walk home with you from school.
He offered you his seat on the subway, like he’d planned if he ever went on a first date with you.
He offered you hot chocolate, like he’d planned if he ever got to spend a holiday with you as a couple.

“Last packet.” he said as he stirred the mixture in warm milk.

You refused it, making Lin want you to have it even more.
He shoved the mug to you and you accepted it but not with an adorable pout plastered on your face.
He handed you a can of whipped cream and watched as you piled it on top of the drink. That’s when he knew you were the one.
He watched carefully as you took a long sip, an adorable dab of whipped cream on your nose.
Unconsciously, he moved closer. His eyes were on your lips as his breathing got heavy.
Was he going to do it?

Were you going to kiss him back?
God yes, please.
He leaned in, hesitated, you didn’t lean in to meet him halfway. In a last minute attempt to save his grace he brought his hand up to wipe away the whipped cream on your nose.
Regret spread all over his thoughts.
He wanted you.
He should’ve kissed you.

V

Vanessa.

Karen, actually who played Vanessa, was like a sister to Lin. He’d gone to her about you. He didn’t know what to do about you. Ever since you two reconnected he wasn’t able to get you out of his head. Not a single second passed where you weren’t on his mind.

“She’s coming to today’s show.” he said into his phone as he got ready.

“Is this the girl you’ve been talking about since high school?”

“…Maybe.” he replied

“You really like her don’t you.”

“She’s nice…
And pretty, and gorgeous, and kind, and funny, and witty, and perfect.
For me.” he said into the phone.

He gave you the ticket because you deserved it. It was the least he could give you for being such a sissy. For not being man enough to just let you know of his feelings, for beating around the bush.
That was when he made the oath to himself.
He was going to tell you tonight.
Whether you were going to accept or decline was no longer part of the picture.
He just needed to tell you.

“What?” Karen asked, surprised that he had his heart set on you.

E

Endings.

He locked himself in his dressing room.

“Y/N. I need to tell you something.” he said into his mirror after the show.

“I like you and I have for a long time, and I don’t know if you like me too, but I-”

He slammed his fist on his dressing table.
He couldn’t get the words right.
He needed answers. He were tired of waiting for you to catch on to his barely-there flirts, waiting for you to return signs, waiting to give you the attention you deserved.
He turned back to the mirror to practice once more when the door flung open.
You stood there determined, as if on a mission.

“Y/N?” he tried to say with force but it came out more so as a question
His brain stopped and everything he had planned to tell you slipped his mind.

“I- I” you said.

‘Fuck this.’ He thought. ‘It’s now or never.’

“Listen I need to tell you-” he began when you made wide strides over to him, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him close so that his lips were millimeters from yours.
He couldn’t help his eyes that looked down at your lips. He wanted you.
He was going to kiss you.

“Can I kiss you?” he said
“Kiss me.” you commanded at the same time.

He instantly pressed his lips against yours feeling electricity run through his veins. He pulled you flesh to his body wanting to memorize how your body felt against his. Your lips kissed back with just as much passion, eager like they’d wanted to do this years ago.
The way your lips felt against his was indescribable.
unimaginable.
The way you made his head spin.
It was the end.
The end of waiting for you, and the beginning of having you.
The end of dreaming
And the beginning of reality.

astrifurious  asked:

do you know the birthdays / signs of Mitch and Jonas?? also, idk if you know this, but you have a TV Tropes page for your comic!

OOPS ANSWERING THIS EARLY BC IM EXCITED

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Webcomic/LongExposure#!

thATS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! I HIT ANOTHER ONE OF MY PERSONAL GOALS!! GET A TV TROPES PAGE ABT MY COMIC (THE OTHERS WERE FANFICS OF MY OCS, CHECK, AND PPL COSPLAYING MY OCS, CHECK!!) YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST idk why thats just. so cool to me… wow………… people like my characters and my comic and thats just such a Wild reality i have to constantly remind myself is true bc most of the time i cant believe it.. what a dream come true….

ALSO i don’t really have birthdays thought out for them but i decided on their zodiac signs via some personality tests jdfdsj mitch kept getting aries, and cancer for jonas!

anonymous asked:

have you never met a man who looked at you as someone to do housewrok for him, or heard a man demand women t give him babies and leaving his wife when she doesnt want children or cant conceive? cuase it happens to women all the time, idk why are you upset about that post

I’m angry about that post because I have three brothers and I have a fucking father just like you and every other person on this planet. I’m angry because I know a lot of men and I know that what that person wrote is fucking bullshit and that is not what men are like. Are some men like that? Sure. Just like some women view men as objects, some men will invariably view women as objects as well.

I’m angry because that sort of mindset is fucking toxic and it’s a fucking lie and it hurts actual, living breathing human people. It hurts innocent people like my father and my brothers and half of my closest friends when you preach this fucking garbage, telling the world that men can’t love on the same level as women, telling other women that men are only ever going to treat them as a means to an end. It’s a toxic fucking lie and on behalf of all the men I know and love in my life, I’m fucking pissed about it.

So go fuck yourself you insufferable cunt.

its so crazy how like i have to change the way i talk when im talking to people on different social media apps. like on instagram i cant keyboard smash or say rip or use the lil °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° things or like :’) bc its weird there i am just stressed

IDK WHY BUT I WANT TO DO SOME CUTE ASS & AWKWARD VIRGIN THREADS RIGHT NOW LIKE GIMME THAT COUPLE THAT IS SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER & THEY ARE SO NERVOUS TO MESS UP & OOPS I ACCIDENTLY ELBOWED YOU IN THE FACE WHILE TRYING TO SWITCH OUR POSITIONS CAUSE I WAS TRYING TO BE SEXY BUT I CANT BE SEXY & MAN I JUST WANNA MAKE LOVE TO YOU CAN WE KEEP TRYING BECAUSE I KNOW WE WILL GET THIS RIGHT kind of thread right now pls

IMAGINE AMERICA SEEING CELESTE WHEN SHE WAS IN HER COMA AND THEYD CATCH UP AND CELESTE WOULD BE LIKE you know I see everything right? and America would be all I know I just like telling you about it and see your reaction AND THEN AMERICA WOULD SAY you know you could’ve been a godmother AND CELESTE WOULD BE ALL I would’ve spoiled your children and taken them to clermont to see the beach because maxon won’t AND THEN AMERICA STARTS TO SAY you know why– THEN CELESTE SAYS I know everything THEN THEY JUST HOLD HANDS AND WATCH THE SUNSET IN THE IN-BETWEEN LAND AND WHEN THE SUN SETS AMERICA WAKES AND REALIZES SHE WAS GONE LONGER THAN SHE THOUGHT AND IDK WHY IM SCREAMING BUT I CANT HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW HELP ME

because straight people dont know how to have conversations

anonymous asked:

Ohkay, i know Lauren's grandmother gave her a pearl ring. But i just like to point out that after the under water shoot and lately Camila is spotted with a very much identical pearl ring. 💍 Lauren is a unicorn, camila has a unicorn emoji beside her snapchat handle. Lauren had always had a thing for roses and recently Camila cannot get enough of anything relating to roses. 🙈 i just cant fam, why do they do that? camila why? 🤔🤣

That pic of Camila with the pearl ring was not recent but still camren did wear similar rings 👀 You just triggered my delusions! Honestly idk fam I can’t take this I’m laid in bed thinking the same thing, like seriously why do they do this to us.. it’s like they know what they’re doing but they still do it anyway 🤔 it’s a camren thing I guess! GOD damn it Camila have mercy on my soul 😂

Yikes - 4:26 AM

One of my friends tweeted “if you don’t believe in islam, you’re not Muslim” and I just,,,,, is that me ???? Like I kept telling myself that I’m Muslim bc I still believe in “la ilaha il Allah” but I don’t think I believe that either anymore. When people say “fear Allah”, it literally means nothing to me. Because I don’t believe in Allah. I have so many issues with a lot of mainstream interpretations of the Qur'an. I can’t believe in a God that won’t let me pray for non-Muslims (like when my non-Muslim relatives pass away, I can’t pray for them bc that’s haram). I can’t believe in a religion that says non-Muslims won’t make it to heaven just bc they’re not Muslim (98% of the ppl I interact with and care about are non-Muslims like ???? what do u mean??? They’re kinder and have bigger hearts than most Muslims I’ve met). I can’t believe in a religion that says that not being cis or het is a test for u in this life and u gotta suffer this life to enjoy the next. That I’d be rewarded for controlling my feelings for people that are not cishet men. That I gotta marry a cishet man and ignore my feelings. Or that I have to stay celibate for the rest of my life and just study Qur'an. Why can’t I marry whoever I want and have a cute little family idgi ???? It hurts when other Muslims (who I consider friends) say that they won’t support anyone who’s not straight or cis and they say it so casually?? Like “oh of course I don’t support homosexuality but” like ……bitch ????? Why??? How??? Are we still friends?? Idk it just sucks seeing ur friends just not give a shit about LGBTQ+ issues & think that they’ll actually go to hell if they do. It sucks that they care about every other social issue but not LGBTQ+ ones. And it hurts to see that they genuinely think they’re gonna go to hell if they do. The casual homophobia that is so prevalent in the Muslim community is actually K I L L I N G me. That’s why I need a break. That’s why my iman has been so low for so long to the point where I don’t even think I’m Muslim anymore. I know that there are different interpretations but I’m just tired man. I’m exhausted. I don’t believe any of it anymore. None of it brings me peace the way it used to. If anything, it stresses me the tf out now

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CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW CUTE THIS SCENE IS?? I MEAN NAOKI FUCKIN KNOWS finally jfc boy it took you only idk 2 years my god THAT MARRYING KOTOKO WAS PROBABLY THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED IN HIS LIFE AND EVEN THO HE WAS LIKE “LOL THEN MAYBE U SHOULD QUIT IF UR TIRED” LIKE HE KNOWS THAT IF HE TELLS HER TO QUIT, SHE WON’T. 

I MEAN LOOK AT THE WAY THE FOOL IS LOOKING AT HER!! LIKE SHE’S HIS SUN HIS MOON LITERALLY HIS EVERYTHING WHY CANT THEY SHOW US THIS MORE OFTEN??

stillupset the fact that thw show literally only spent like 5 minutes on the make up scene and this doesnt forgive the fact that he ignored her for 3 months 

Okay guys I kinda realized I’m way too anxious to answer like, anything. I haven’t drawn in four or five days and I’m not sure why.

I know standswap ends tomorrow so would anyone be okay with me answering the standswap asks on my side blog? I have one for Naiya and Norimura (though since I have a Naiya blog I’ll probably convert it into Norimura) over at @dailymelonshrimp

I just…really cant explain why I haven’t been able to draw. The past few days honestly feel like a blur. I’m really sorry I kept making posts saying I was going to try to draw but…idk I just can’t right now. I’m really sorry to everyone I kept waiting.

anonymous asked:

I do agree with that. I wonder how much she knows though. I mean also if she didnt use it, someone would point it out also about how she had the whole family but NOT Fernando. I mean its kind of a situation thats just shit. You cant really not use Frumples cause it would look a bit odd imo. Like oh you got everyone BUT Frisbee? Why not?? Now its like OH LOOK SHE POSTED FRODO ...but half of Froyos head is cut off. Idk.

Hsjsjskslsls Fernando I’m dying

anonymous asked:

Character ask -- Setsuna.

  • Why they are the best

GIANT.CINNAMON.ROLL

setsuna is just… a big softie. her relationship w/ chibiusa slays me & honestly thats enough right there to make me love her forever. but i also love her power of time control, i’ve always thought that was really cool. 

  • Why they are the worst

she’s so serious???? idk. i cant think of anything that stands out about setsuna that’s bad. 

  • a canon fact (that shouldn’t be)

that pluto could never leave her post at the time gate. that’s just too sad and cruel of an existence. 

  • a non-canon fact (that should be)

that setsuna is secretly a high end fashion designer, such a well kept secret that even haruka & michiru dont know. 

  • a piece of advice I would give them

hug chibs as much as you possibly can. 

anonymous asked:

(My english is kinda bad so forgive me) I just want to know if you will do the requests that were already sent before. Also Im in love with your voice, I cant stop listening to the audios, today I went to school listening to the daddy one and it was so funny to walk around and look at my classmates while listening to yuri moan hahahaha Idk im weird. Anyway, I love your blog, I dont have money to comission you but I really hope other people have so you can continue the great work you do! <3 <3

Originally posted by ivanv

I can’t why do you guys listen to my stuff in public it makes ME blush