if you feel the need to reach me

jonetsuwill  asked:

Suddenly, lots and lots of Johnlock fic recs are appearing on my dashboard, as if to say "Don't worry, we've got you covered for all the crap that's been going on". To be honest, I'm loving every second of it *-*

Me too!!! We need to feel better reaching for things that bring us comfort in these dark times ♥♥♥ I love it, i love fics so much ;__; 

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“I needed to apologize, coach… I let you down so bad, and your son too.” Nate still couldn’t shake off the guilt so he went to talk to Keith.

“Boy, I know about the spell,” he nodded. “I only wonder… what happened between you two last night?”

“I told him how I feel,” Nate lowered his eyes, a bit afraid of Keith’s reaction. “Then the spell reached to me again in the morning and I started spitting out awful things. He snapped of course.”

“Honestly I had some guesses that you’re more than just friends with him. But still it’s quite a surprise,” Keith said. “Tobias is a person who would keep all his feelings to himself. Or if share, then with either Nicole or Wendy.”

“We haven’t even had a chance,” the least of all Nate wanted to cry in front of his coach.

“Hey, I always taught you not to be a whiner, so heads up. He said he’s going to call very soon so we can only hope. And yeah… you can be back to sports whenever you want. You can even go upstairs and exercise at our gym right now, to shake off the pain.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Fletcher. I didn’t expect from you to be this nice to me. After all, I’m responsible for Tobias being gone.”

“You thought I’m some kind of a monster?” Keith smiled, then patted him on the shoulder. “And it’s not your fault, you didn’t choose to be cursed. Enough talks, go exercise. It always helps.”

So you need inspirations?

Today i told my boyfriend, I am feeling so bored.

I have a nice job, not so greatly paid but at a rate not many person can reach.

I have a side business can get my some occasional good money

 I have a bf, with whom i fight almost everyday but I think we (still) love each other, we both try our best for our together life.

 I have a dog- a sweet loving Golden Retriever. She is destructive recently since i have to leave her alone a lot. But in general she offer me delighting moments everyday

I have my mother begging me to come back to my hometown, she would offer me in return a house and she would invest in some kind of business

Everything seems to be on track and I am quite a lucky person

But i dont know why every day i come home after work, devastated. I feel like I went dry, I am dying day after day. I have no motivation for sex. I see no future for my relationship. I dont hang out anymore with my friends. I don’t read that often, I don’t know the last collection of Dior, McQueen, or even Lanvin- my always favorite. 

I cant remember our last good sex. I cant remember my last time I laughed with my true good friends - they all forgot about me I guess, I disappeared for so long. I can’t remember the last time i read a good book, or listen to a nice piece of music. I cant remember the last time i wrote something the release myself

Life is cruel. I’ve been turned in to a machine

I can’t think of how all the super women out there managed to live her life the way she wants, have a good job, take good care of husband and kids, and still can keep hersel motivated, inspired and beautiful

Thoughts/prayers and good vibes for lordbunbun/seabunn/Oliver

Stay strong my love, you are not alone. If you need anybody to reach out to, vent to, talk to, or just listen to, I’m here for you. 
It’s okay to feel the way you do, but that doesn’t mean it’s good, right? So let me help. Let me quiet the voices, the worries, the fears. If you will, I’ll be your shoulder to cry on, the ear to listen to you.

I love you Oliver, and I’m going to be for you 100% the best I can.

@lordbunbun @seabunn

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(previous post)

Everything seemed to be going smoothly at lunch. Everett seemed to not want to talk which was fine with me. I was hoping to breeze through this lunch, get the DNA test and then drive straight back to San Myshuno, but of course it couldn’t be that easy.

E: So you wanna explain?

When I looked up at his face, my skin crawled.

K: Explain what?

E: Explain why you played me.

K: Played you?

E: Yeah we had a good time and then you just ditched after you got some from me. Isn’t that called playing someone?

I wanted to reach across the table and punch him in the face but I reminded myself that I still needed the DNA test.

K: I’m sorry you feel that way Everett

I looked back down at my menu.

E: So that’s it? You’re sorry I feel that way? You left and then you go around and screw every guy in San Myshuno like some kind of street whore? 

K: Excuse me?

E: You don’t even know the father of your baby.

I slammed down my menu.

K: Let’s get something straight here Everett. I did not “play” you. You fucking raped me, and it’s taking every ounce of my being not to call the goddamn cops right now and have you arrested. So cut the bullshit and just give me the DNA I need so I know whether to abort this baby or not and then we can both be on our way.

E: Raped you? I did not “rape” you Kyra. You never said no!

K: Yeah I never said yes either and I was extremely intoxicated AND I told you to stop and you didn’t. 

As I opened up my menu again to shield my face from the incoming tears, I heard a chair scoot out and when I looked up, Everett had his back towards me.

K: Wait where the hell are you going?!?

E: I’m leaving before you decide to call the “goddamn cops” and accuse me of something I didn’t do. Fuck your DNA test bitch. 

  • Me: I feel bad I should reach out to someone before this gets too much
  • Me: *actually talks to a friend*
  • Friend: *is reasonably worried and tries to support me*
  • Me, crying: oh god oh god I'm so sorry don't worry I'm fine pls I didn't mean to make you worry I promise I'm fine I shouldn't have dragged you into this I'm so sorry you didn't deserve this this isn't your fault I'm sorry you don't have to put up with me I'm so sor-...
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2 times when Even probably took Isak’s hands 

Dear Old Best friend,



It took me a few weeks to realize that you were actually done with me. I reached out and you pushed me further away. I’m not going to lie, I was devastated at first. You were the one of the few people who knew everything about me and never seemed to judge me, even when I didn’t always make the best decisions. I felt betrayed to know that you weren’t going to be there anymore when I needed you. I’m still not exactly sure what I did wrong. It was pretty awful of you to decide that we were done.
I am sorry if you still harbor any bad feelings towards me. I have none for you. You helped me continue on in the race of life, but I guess you never intended to help me across the finish line. I’m not mad, I don’t blame you, I just get a little sad when I’m full of nostalgia and can’t reach out to you and say “remember that time when”…
Everyone we meet is either supposed to serve as a lifelong bond or a lesson, and you were the latter. The lesson could have been a good one, or it could have been a heartbreaking one, but either way thank you. There is nobody else I would want to be a lesson than someone I created as many memories with. You are a lesson that I’ll never forget, just like our memories will be ones that I tell my children one day. And I hope one day your kids hear stories about me, and can tell you and I had a bond that made up a majority of your school years. You won’t be erased just because you’re no longer in my life.
Thank you for all the valuable advice you gave me, for the time you spent with me, and for helping shape me into who I am today. I’m sorry that the people we became weren’t compatible in your eyes, but I’m not sorry the journey brought us to this conclusion. It has helped me realize the people in my life who actually care about me and want to be there. I thought you were one of those people, but you proved to me that you weren’t.
You were more than just a best friend, you were a sister to me. In the process of dropping me out of your life, you lost your second family and I lost mine. But the door will always be open, you have seen my ugly laugh, and held me when I ugly cry, we have been through things that there is no going back from, and this is an undeniable fact that means I will always allow you to come back into my life. I would still be here for you if you wanted to make amends, but I don’t know if I would ever be able to trust you enough to be as close as we were again. When I lost you I also lost all of my trust, but I found myself.
Looking back, it destroyed me, but now it has only made me stronger. You were a fool to drop me like that. You were my best friend and I would’ve done anything for you. No matter what I was always there to defend you or be your shoulder to cry on. When you were in pain because someone hurt you, it killed me inside to see you so upset and I would’ve given anything to take that pain away from you. It is sad to realize how close we were and how much our friendship meant to me. But it obviously didn’t mean that much to you.
I still wish you the best. I still hope you can find someone to sweep you off your feet and treat you like the princess you are. I still hope you land your dream job, whatever that may. I hope you’re happy wherever you are and I hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted out of life. I hope you find someone who is a better fit for you than I was. Most importantly, I hope you find someone to fix all of your fly away, stray hairs on your wedding day.
Love forever and always,
Me

—  loyaltyxoxo

i want someone to know me. not like “oh yea i know her” but actually genuinely knowing everything about me. i want someone to think of me and instantly know that i hate peas. i want someone to know the way i usually hold my pinky up when drinking (only) cold things. i want someone to randomly hug me even when it seems like im holding myself up, just because they know im not really okay. i want someone to know how i twirl my hair constantly and how i have to wait for my food to cool down before eating it. i want someone to know when im walking toward them just by the sound of my footsteps. i want someone to notice the way i push my glasses up and i want someone to automatically ask me “you gonna take a picture?” before i even reach for my phone when we see mixed colors in the sky or things i feel the need to take pictures of just because they know the types of things i photograph. i want someone to know that my favorite cereal is frosted flakes and when i go on car rides i always forget to put shoes on because i love to walk around barefoot so much, its become a bad habit. i want someone to know that my absolute favorite animal is elephants and i want someone to look at my handwriting and know instantly that its mine. i want someone to know and understand the way that i am because sometimes i have no idea why im this way myself. i want someone to want to know what goes on in my mind. i wanna be so close with someone that they know every goddamn fact there is to know about me.

"Take my bed, the couch can't be comfortable"

A/N: Wow these are fun! I really loved writing artist!reader so more of these to come! Also this ones a bit short, but enjoy anyway!

•••

“(Y/N)…(Y/N) I need to talk to you it’s urgent.” Newt frantically whispers under his breath.
Was he hurt? Was there a break in? What was so urgent?
In a panic, you sit up in your bed and feel yourself sway a little bit. You hold your head in agony, and grumble.
“What? What what what could you possibly need to tell me?” You rub your eyes, reaching for your wand under your pillow.
You were commissioned by August Worme to accompany Newt on his mission to write his book, working as the illustrator because he just insisted on drawings rather than photographs.
“You need to sketch something for me before I forget” he ran around your dark room, fumbling to get a pen and something to write on.
“Lumos” you barely whisper, and the room lights up around the tip of your wand. The sudden light reveals Newt, still fully dressed with his brown vest, yet his hair was all over the place and he had dark circles under his eyes.
He puts the journal out in front of you and gives you the pen. He practically jumped on your bed and sat down.
“Alright I’ll start describing it to you…uhh it has a square-like face, be very careful not to draw it rectangularly but square…then in that square face his eyes were about half way in between the half way point on his face”
“Woah woah salamander…calm down, I’m sketching as fast as I can. Tell me again, why couldn’t this wait until morning?”
“Well…I was up writing the new beast into the book, the one we saw in Barcelona, when I realized I had seen one! A special one out of the corner of my eye! It got away from me but you must help me! So I need you to do it now while it’s in my brain!”
You sigh, then reposition yourself to a more comfortable position.
“Ok ok the eyes…the square face…what next?”
He began describing the beast in a rushed frenzy of panic, but eventually, you finished.
He took the journal from you and glued his eyes to the paper, and broke out into a mad grin.
“Yes…yes this is exactly what it was. Thank you, darling, I love you” he threw out casually. Realizing what he said, she started to backpedal, his heart rate picking up.
“I-I didn’t mean like- all I was trying to say was…I mean I do but-” you shook your head, still groggy from the ghastly hours of the morning.
“It’s ok, I know what you mean. Now get some sleep you silly boy, big day tomorrow.”
He blinked at you, but was grateful for the change of subject.
“Yes-uh…big big day tomorrow!” She scratched the back of his head, and stood awkwardly by your bed.
“I’ll just go down in my case and check on the creatures and then I’ll be on my-”
“No you will not. You’re exhausted. I’ll go down and check on them, what YOU need is some shut eye. Now take my bed, the couch can’t be comfortable.”
“No I couldn’t possibly-”
“Accept the generosity, it doesn’t come around often” you chuckled.
“I’ll find some way for you to pay me back tomorrow.” He reluctantly accepted, and plopped down into your bed as you stood and walked over to his magical case.
“I don’t approve of this” he called sleepily, but you just laughed.
“Sweet dreams you silly, lovely boy” you said under your breath. You opened his case, and walked down into the workshop.
•••
You weren’t sure how long you’ve been down there, but you were just happy to be rocking the little niffler to sleep. You even felt yourself drifting off a bit too, but you heard the creaking of the stairs, which meant Newt was coming down. Was it already morning?
“Oh, hey Newt” you call lazily over your shoulder.
“We have to leave soon are we all- wait…have you been up all night?”
“Have I? I have no idea how long I’ve been rocking this little guy to sleep. I haven’t the slightest idea what time it is. However, everyone is properly cared for” you yawned, putting the niffler back in his little hole, and getting out of your chair. You sway a little bit as you rise, and Newt lunges out to presumably catch you, but recoils when he notices you’re perfectly capable.
“Well let’s get going shall we?”
“Don’t you need to rest? Because I just feel awful that I took your bed” you shake your head.
“No no no I want to be with you, it’s going to be fun…flying into China. I couldn’t be more excited. Plus, we’ll sleep on the plane. No biggy” you playfully push his arm, yawning again.
“I do owe you something thought. A cup of coffee perhaps?”
He offers his arm to you, like a gentleman, and you gratefully accept it.
“That sounds wonderful” you smile.

I’m gonna do something that I’ve been told not to do for as long as I can remember.

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I want ANYONE who feels unsafe, scared, alone, lost, sad, whatever, I want you to put that number in your phone.

I don’t care who you are I don’t care where you’re from I don’t care what is going on in your life, if you need someone and there’s no one you feel you can turn to, please fucking text or call me (or hmu on whatsapp because that’s easier and I’m almost always on there)

IT could be as small as needing an opinion on what to wear to the dance because if you look over your options one more time you’re gonna scream. It could be as big as ‘I’m too afraid to call for help can you please do it for me’.

I fucking mean it please please reach out to someone. Reach out to anyone you can. You don’t need to suffer alone.

-Julianna
I’ll Be Good - Part 18

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 17  -  Part 19

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – You face the consequences of the failed mission, and are forced to share more about your work before you came to the compound.

Warnings: swearing, angst train! toot toot!

Word Count: 2911 - ok I need to stop promising to make these shorter… it’s just not going to happen.

Author’s Note: I really like this part! Hold on guys, plot is picking up again! So much dialogue in this one! Yowza. Also I’ve officially reached the point in this series where I have to fact check myself… against myself lol. XD As always, my Russain has been rusting for like 7+ years so feel free to pm me corrections :)

Originally posted by esgaroths

Stepping out of your scalding shower, your mind was still swimming with thoughts of Bucky. It wasn’t like you to be so wrapped up, chewing absentmindedly on the edge of your nail, kicking your clothes into a heap in the corner instead of neatly folded. You were distracted, careless, even.

When you came out of your bathroom, squeezing the water out of your hair with your towel, you yelped and jumped slightly, your heart pounding when your eyes finally made it to the bed and found Natasha perched on it, legs curled under her. Shit, I really am distracted. Get it together! She eyed you carefully, obviously sharing your thoughts.

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Glow

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Domestic Tae smuuuuut
Word count: Not enough 1,891

Summary: Taehyung is completely enraptured by the way the light makes your skin glow and can’t resist the urge the feel the beauty of it against his fingertips. 

A/N: FOR MY LOVE @taechulo WHO I PROMISED TO WRITE THIS FOR LIKE FOREVER AGO <333333 Okay but smut is hard for me??? Idk why??? So I’m sorry if this isn’t super fab ;u; I also very briefly edited this cause I’m lazy (psst there’s probably a lot of grammar errors oh well)


When dawn first peeked through the blinds, blanketing you in a golden hue, he fought back the urge to reach out and touch you for Taehyung wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his palm. It took a lot of self control, but he refrained from doing so - you needed your rest; the night prior had been long and rigorous, fueled by too much wine and desire. But the longer he looked you over; completely mesmerized by the way you glowed as though you were a deity, the more Taehyung couldn’t resist the urge any longer and allowed his hand to find purchase on your shoulder.

He had started off just ghosting the pads of his fingers along the length of your upper arm, slow and gentle, then carrying on to the remaining parts still left untouched. A shiver crawls up your spine every time his nails scratch the smooth expanse of your bare waist while his fingers trace your curves. It causes small bumps to litter your flesh, accompanied by a soft whine and the flutter of your lashes and he holds his breath, stills his movements and smiles in silent amusement when you do not wake.

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When one day you look back and feel lonely, when all your struggles come crushing you down, when you want someone to listen to your silent pleas, and you want a hug and find no one to hug you, find me. I’ll be staying alive in the dreams you have before you sleep. And if there comes a day when you cannot reach me in your dreams, look for me. That’s when I’m drowning on my own struggles, that’s when I want someone to listen to me and hug me and tell me everything’s going to be okay. That’s when I need you most.
—  cynthia go // Look for me [87/365]
Living for love and living for passion is the only way, it is the gateway to freedom and the path to success. You cannot reach success or happiness without the ultimate need of a undying passion. Follow your heart and follow what makes you feel real, not something that you are willing to settle for. You are more than a false dream.
— 

Things I Learned in 2016 by Amy Kennedy

23/11/16

humanistlaw  asked:

Hey Wil, I'm checking back with you to let you know I'm ok. I'm seeing my psychiatrist tomorrow and my roommate ended up coming home spending the night watching cartoons with me. I still feel depressed, but to know I have people in my corner puts me at ease a little. Thanks.

Thank you for checking in! I’m really proud of you for taking care of yourself and reaching out to your support network when you needed to.

Let me know how you’re doing in a few days, okay? I’m thinking about you.

anonymous asked:

omg, please- what is trainer!RGB's full team right now?

currently on the second island and (thanks to my buddy trading me a porygon and a vulpix from wondertrade) I have this lineup-

and for now this is what trainer!RGB looks like!

INFP: The Mediator.

I am a true idealist!
I believe in the nature of goodness.
I seek and value harmony in my community,
For me, it’s the basic need in the society.

I am mostly an introvert,
social gatherings I often avoid.
My nature is rooted in Diplomacy,
but anyone rarely gets to know me.

You perceive me as calm and patient,
but I warn you not to be complacent.
When crossed, I take things personally,
but I don’t bite or bark, don’t worry.

I align my principles with the commonality
With the hope of reaching prosperity.
I trust everyone could still be better,,
with perseverance nothing’s impossible.

I love everything in this world,
but I trust only a few people.
I enter relationships wholeheartedly,
and as an idealist, I’m seldom swept away.

I may put my partner on the pedestal,
I am dedicated and trustworthy.
I believe that two is better than one,
Growing together is much more fun!

I’ll always be there if you need me,
but I have this need to be alone, see?
When I’m feeling down and weary,
I disappear so I won’t be seen dreary.

I am passionate and easy to love,
My being’s evolve around personal touch.
I don’t easily get attached nor do I judge.
Be true! Your individuality, I’d indulge.

Overall, allow me to justify,
the truth within me unveiled, un-mystified.
I am true, kind, and poetic.
but I suck in technicality and arithmetic.

MR

Imagine Gabriel protecting you when Dean casts you out for being a demon

Word count: 844

Warnings: Angst, Dean being douchey (does that count as a warning? Meh, I’ll put it anyway)

A/N: If you want to request a imagine/one shot feel free to send me a message.

You peeked into Sam’s room followed by Dean’s to ensure both of them were asleep before lightly stepping towards the bookshelf to grab a book to read. Being a demon meant that you never tire and did not need sleep causing night to become hours of silently sneaking around in attempts to not wake up Sam and Dean. Chuck knows what would happen if they found out you was a demon.

You reached forwards for a book before abruptly being stopped by some sort of invisible force. Panic suddenly filled your body as you frantically looked down to see a devils trap on the floor.

“No, no, no,” you repeatedly whispered as your body sunk to the floor, curling into a ball with your head between your knees.

Your vision became glossy as tears flowed freely from your eyes. You knew what was going to happen once Dean found about this and it’s not going to be pretty. Sam on the other hand might be more understanding, you reassured yourself.

For what felt like an eternity, you sat in the centre of the devils trap waiting for one of the boys to come and find you until eventually, one of the doors clicked open. You looked up silently wishing for Sam but instead you saw Dean.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” he rushed up by your side when he saw you crying on the floor. Instead of replying, you just looked up at him with sorrowful eyes.

“Come on, let’s get you some hot chocolate.” You reluctantly stood up with him knowing you would not be able to walk further than a few feet in front of you yet you still hoped that you could somehow escape the trap and neither Sam or Dean would have to find out. Despite your hopes, the invisible wall kept you back, confined in the small circle, and allowed Dean to walk through.

Slowly, you looked up, locking eyes with the confused ones of Dean. “I’m sorry,” you let out a small whimper as his eyes darted to the devils trap on the floor then back to you.

“You’re a demon,” anger laced his voice. “What were you planning?” he was almost shouting at this point.

“Nothing I swear,” you choked out between sobs. By now you were full on crying.

“Don’t lie, what were you planning,” he shouted again.

“Nothing!” You repeated louder desperate for him to believe you.

The door clicked open again causing you and Dean to look at it revealing a tired Sam rubbing his eyes.

“What’s going on, why are you shouting?” Sam asked tiredly looking at the scene in front of him.

“She’s a demon,” Dean spat. Your eyes locked with Sam’s shocked ones before you lowered your head tears freely fell from your eyes to the ground.

“You can’t stay,” hissed Dean.

“B- b- but-“ you stuttered.

“Dean,” Sam murmured sorrowfully.

“No Sammy, why else would she not tell us? She’s a danger to us, they all are. You have to leave now or else I’ll make you leave myself,” hatred laced his voice.

A small sob escaped your lips followed immediately by the sound of fluttering wings.

You looked up once again through your glossy eyes and comfort ran through you as you saw your best friend Gabriel. He knew everything about you including the fact that you are a demon and yet he still cared greatly about you.

“Y/N,” Gabriel cried his voice full of worry.

As soon as he saw your tearful eyes he rushed up to you and pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso and silently sobbed into his chest.

“What is going on here?” Gabriel semi-shouted protectively as he looked towards Sam and Dean for answers.

“She’s a demon, she can’t stay here, we hunt things like her,” grimaced Dean.

“Y/N is… is this true? Oh the horror,” Gabriel dramatically put his hand on his forehead and titled back his head. A small chuckle escaped you’re mouth giving Gabriel a slight proud smile.

Sam stood shocked not knowing whether to side with his brother or his friend.

“But we hunt things like her, she’s evil,” Dean was clearly agitated.

“You listen to me, you arrogant dick, Y/N is not and never will be evil dangerous or anything remotely linked to them words. She’s ten times the person you will ever be.” And with that, Gabriel teleported away with you in his arms leaving behind two brothers in shock.

You looked up from his arms to be met with a view of the orange sunset above the ocean.

Gabriel ran a hand through your hair, “You don’t have to stay with them anymore.”

You looked up into his whisky eyes, “Gabe, I have nowhere to go.”

“Come with me,” he whispered into your ear, “we can go wherever you want to go, do whatever you want to do.”

“Thanks Gabriel,” you bit your lip and smiled before wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head into his chest.

“No problem, sweet cheeks.”