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Sleep

This is part two to Breathing which you can find here.

Imagine~ Kai getting into bed with you when he can’t sleep in the prison world.

The night was filled with cuddling and light snores and when you awoke you found yourself alone in your bed, missing the presence that once lay next to you.

Clanging echoed through the home and you realized Kai was most probably making breakfast like he did every morning before you woke up. You still didn’t know what brought him to your bed but you felt as if he didn’t want you to know so you didn’t ask.

After a while of simply thinking to yourself about the nights events, you pulled yourself from the bed, trudging downstairs like you did every morning. Except this morning it felt different, like something in the atmosphere had changed.

As you walked into the kitchen you saw a sluggish Kai, leaning over a pan of scrambled eggs. You coughed awkwardly in the door way, catching Kai’s attention.

He gave you a small smile before returning to his cooking; you were surprised he wasn’t speaking, considering usually he would never stop. So you decided to speak up first, in hopes it would break the awkward aroma in the air.

“Did you make enough for two?” you smiled, the silence that seemed never ending broken by your words.

He seemed surprised you were even talking to him, especially since he thought you would’ve found the night more strange than he did; even though he was the person responsible.

“Of course.” he smiled, placing the scrambled egg on a plate before putting more on another. You could tell he seemed tense and you weren’t sure if that was because of your presence or because of what had been on his mind the previous night.

The rest of the day was filled with silence and awkward pauses between the two of you. Even in your attempts to be normal with him he still seemed uncomfortable but you were unsure what to do about it.

~~~

It was a few weeks later and you and Kai had gradually returned to normal, or as normal so you could be. Kai still creeped into your bed every night and now it felt as if you couldn’t sleep without him by your side.

Until one day when it all went down hill.

Shouting echoed through the home as your voices boomed against the walls. You brought up his dark past whilst he brought up you dim future, trapped in a prison world for all eternity.

As the voices of the both of you became louder and the argument got more heated, you backed down. Even though you trusted Kai, you’d never seen him like this and in all honesty you didn’t trust him not to hurt you.

The argument was about something silly and you could barely even remember what you were shouting for. It must’ve been around 10pm when the home fell silent, you and Kai sulking in your own misery.

As you lay in your bed, your hair tied in a messy bun with red, puffy eyes. You hadn’t felt like this since you’d been sent here but even then Kai supported you, but now you were alone. Nobody to help you move forward.

After a while of brooding in your sorrow, you finally felt yourself begin to feel sleepy and you thought maybe you’d be able to survive one night alone.

But your mind started to wonder, what if you and Kai never sorted yourselves out? What if you had to spend an eternity alone and isolated?

Thoughts raced your mind and any form of sleepiness had completely diminished from your head. You lied in your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, completely unable to sleep whilst you were lost in your thoughts.

Little did you know, that just a few rooms away Kai was having the same struggle. He missed the comfort of you being wrapped around by his arms and wondered how he could miss something so little, so much.

But unlike a few weeks ago, he didn’t have the courage to enter your room so he too lay there awake, missing your touch.

As it grew later you realized it was almost impossible to sleep and you had no idea what to do about it. Ever since you’d left Kai alone in the front room, you felt as if a piece of you was missing and all you needed to do was stand up and find it.

Only to find it looking for you as well.

You built up the courage to slip out of your bed sheets and leave the room, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Slowly, you tip toed to the wooden door which you assumed a sleeping Kai would be behind. You rested your hand on the handle for a few moments, debating whether or not this was what you needed right now.

Gently, you creaked the door open, it letting out a loud screech as you pushed it open. Slowly you closed the door behind you, not letting yourself look at Kai just yet.

Gradually you turned around only to be met with Kai staring straight back at you, clearly not able to sleep either.

You gave him a small, nervous smile, unsure of his feelings about you being in his room. He returned it, and as he did you could see the glints of pain in his eyes, clearly struggling with his emotions without your presence.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his eyes glassed over. You slowly made you way to the opposite side of the bed, pinching the duvet and lifting it up slowly.

He budged over slightly, his eyes still burning into you, waiting for you patiently. As soon as you slipped into the bed, you could feel his cool rings against your waist.

Every negative thought that had once surfaced your mind slowly slid away from your mind. All of Kai’s violent and inhumane thoughts were suppressed at the simple sight of you entering his room.

He grabbed the bed sheet, pulling it further up to protect the both of you. As soon as he did, he pulled you into his embrace and you could smell the sweetness of his scent radiating off of him.

And that was enough to push you into sleep.

Tagged: @x-xrunnerx-x@psingh97

a/n: this wasn’t nearly as good as the last one but the last one was very descriptive and it’s difficult to build a story using that description xx hope you enjoyed anyway <3

loveablejared  asked:

Hey :) I've looked through your tag- and masterlist, but I couldn't find any fics where Harry owns an orphanage or works on improving the minestry in regards of child abuse. Can you please rec some fics like that if you know any? Thanks in advance :) ♥

Ok, so I’m probably not going to get all of the fics I’ve read like this, but I’ll do my best and keep updating as I remember. I think the first fic kind of falls under both of the things you’ve asked for :)

DRARRY + CAREER: DISENFRANCHISED CHILDREN

(orphanages, victims of child abuse, education, etc.)

Suffer The Children (oldenuf2nb)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 32.3k, Summary: Draco Malfoy has learned via painful experience that the least complicated way to go about things is to not allow himself to care – about anyone. After all, he’d tried that once without success. But now he finds himself thrust into a situation where maintaining the armour around his heart simply isn’t an option.

There’s Something About Harry (megyal)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 5.9k, Summary: Magazine feature articles are commonplace for Draco Malfoy until he manages to get an exclusive on one Harry Potter: rings of fire, binding, charity-work, CHILDREN! Life will never be the same again.

Small Blessings (oldenuf2nb)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 37k, Summary: After the war, Harry opens an orphanage with the help of a surprising friend. When he adopts an infant left on his doorstep, he has no idea what fate has in store for him.

Take What’s Left Of Me (frayach)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 23k, Summary: One day Draco just left without saying a word, leaving Harry reeling. You’d think that after what Draco did, Harry could move on, but he can’t. When Astoria miscarries and Draco comes to him pleading for a baby, Harry can’t say no. | Content/Warnings: MPreg

No One Deserves To Live In A Closet (ChannelTheFlannel)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 135.1k, Summary: After the war has ended, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy live very separate lives. Harry makes furniture and volunteers at an orphanage. Draco runs a record shop and writes articles for The Prophet. They both try to avoid public attention, but for very different reasons. Draco suffers from anxiety disorder and fears rejection, even when he knows he’s changed for the better.

The Beginning Of Reality (amightypenguin)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 25k, Summary: When Harry Potter cannot be awakened from a self induced dream state, can his Auror partner Draco Malfoy find a way to wake him before an unforeseen threat in Harry’s mind destroys them both?

Here And Now (Morgan_Elektra)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 27.8k, Summary: It’s been 5 years since the end of the war, but less than a week since Rita Skeeter outed Harry on the front page of The Prophet — and made some rather scandalous insinuations about him and his blond former nemesis. A chance (or is it?) encounter on a street corner reveals just how much has changed… and what remains the same. An over-sized courgette, some olive oil, a bottle of wine, and Ed Kowalczyk make things extra interesting.

The Girl In The Kneazle Nightie (Saras_Girl)

Rating: PG, WC: 29.8k, Summary: All Luna wants is for her friends to be happy. Harry and Draco aren’t going to make it easy for her, but that’s okay. She has a plan.

ab epistulis (cornmouse)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 83.9k, Summary: A future fic that takes place when Draco is 30, living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Draco owns a bookstore and ends up developing a correspondence with the author of his favorite novel.

Twelve Hours (eidheann)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 14.9k, Summary: The last thing Harry expected to see while leaving the takeaway was Malfoy dumping his garbage into a bin on the kerb of a Muggle neighborhood.

Dear Enemy (GingerTodgers)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 56k/?, Summary: An anonymous benefactor makes a generous donation to Harry Potter’s School for Squibs in exchange for a weekly letter from the Boy Who Lived. What begins as a chore soon becomes the only outlet Harry has to talk about the war, love, life, hope, redemption, his renewed obsession with a certain blonde nemesis and how he really, honestly, believes that this will be the year Puddlemere United reclaim the Quidditch League Cup. | Content/Warnings: WIP

Phone call with my parents just now:

Mom: So Dad’s been looking at real estate in Pittsburgh, he wants to help you buy and fix up a house! What do you think about that?

[insert discussion about Responsible Adult Things like owning real estate]

Mom: So what’s going on with you?

Me: I…just spent a large amount of money on plane tickets to visit Finland and Germany this summer. *sweats*

wednesday. 11:05 am.
i’m trying to be happy
but i keep getting grasped by the clutches of sadness
when i remember how you just don’t care
and you probably won’t ever care
about me
or my happiness ever again… even if you do
it just won’t be the same.

thursday. 11:11 am.
for the first time in months
i didn’t wish for you
but believe me
i wanted to.

friday. 3:00 am.
i woke up to find our last conversation playing on a loop
i can’t sleep without hearing your voice
without wishing to relive that day just to change what happened
without missing what we had
without missing you
as i finally start to drift off to sleep again
i tell myself
that even if we are nothing now
it was an honor
a privilege
to have meant something
anything
to you at one point.

saturday. 7:35 pm.
you posted a selfie on twitter
i had to stop myself from liking it
but i couldn’t stop myself from going back onto your profile
and looking at it once more
i miss you.

sunday. 4:05 pm
i got a haircut today
i want to text you
or send you a selfie
like i used to be able to do
i want to ask you what you think of it
i want to ask if you think of me
i don’t
i won’t.

monday. 1:55 pm.
i had the weirdest dream last night
you were in it
the only part that wasn’t weird
was that even in my dream
you couldn’t be bothered to text me back.

tuesday. 4:57 am.
i’ve dreamt about you
every night
since you left
last night was no exception
and i am so
so tired
but i hope you’re sleeping well.

wednesday. 11:42 am.
whenever something happens
you’re still the first person i think to tell
i still have to stop myself every time
you’re the hardest habit
i’ve ever had to break.
—  a week with you on my mind || inspired by @panamaweddings
(cc, 2017)

anonymous asked:

what do you think was dave and karkat's first kiss

you mean like in canon? because you know it was probably the most awkward, long overdo thing in existence. Neither of them would have wanted to make the first move because half the time dave is still denying that’s a thing that could even be possible and karkat is so sure that if he pushes anything romantic it’ll tear apart their friendship 

so they just wait. the longest fucking time. they’ve been practically dating for like six months and have had so many piles about their individual hangups when it comes to relationships. they decide that dating each other outside of the quadrants is a thing they’d want to do but neither of them actually confirms if they are dating or not. dave starts letting down his walls to be the clingy motherfucker he is. 

eventually karkat is frustrated enough that he’s just like ‘okay. okay, this is ridiculous. we’ve been a human quadrant dating abomination for two perigees now. hold still i’m gonna kiss you because apparently we’ll never get it over with otherwise.’

it’s so awkward and stiff and both of them are bright fucking red afterwards and don’t say anything for like fifteen minutes. it slowly but surely gets more natural after that though 

I just have a lot of feelings about nygmobblepot 

so, I always end up thinking of oswald’s quote from season 1: “When you know what a man loves, you know what can kill him." and how, after shooting oswald, ed is going to feel like he died that day too.

and he’s not going to know why he feels that way, he won’t understand, he’ll probably feel lost which adds to the idea of him trying to find himself and becoming the riddler, then one day it’s just going to hit him that he feels this way because he’s in love with oswald

I mean, I believe he’s been in love with oswald this whole time but he never got that moment where it really hit him (on a conscious level, perhaps on a deeper level he was somewhat aware), whereas oswald did. we saw oswald realise his feelings during the fireplace scene in 3x05 and then it was confirmed in 3x06, we haven’t had that moment with ed, but we will. I mean, this picture lends its hand to that. 

and then, because I love pain, you have ed’s quote from season 2: “for some men, love is a source of strength. but for you and I, it will always be our most crippling weakness.” but this was after he’d killed kristen and as we know any love there was obsessive and even if he genuinely did love her (which I believe he did) it was always doomed. and with isabella we the audience know that wasn’t love and even if it was, it’s different with oswald, they have a history that goes far beyond just being in love.

this just adds to this idea that ed is going to realise he’s in love with oswald and that’s why he feels so much pain. he’s going to realise that it was only his most crippling weakness because what he had with kristen and isabella wasn’t real love, but with oswald it is.

also, in terms of oswald’s mother she was only his most crippling weakness because he kept her in the dark and refused to distance himself from her to keep her safe, yes that’s partly down to love, but also partly down to arrogance and wanting more than he could have (i.e. being king of gotham and having his mother by his side). but what we’ve seen from season 3 is actually love has had some pretty positive effects on oswald,

anyway, it’s 5am and I’m not used to getting up this early so you can blame that and also @endless-nygmobblepot​ a little for this

anonymous asked:

Do you think cole's even still alive? He hasn't posted anything on his Instagram stories since he's gotten back which seems kind of interesting....

What about this amazing lil tweet tho? He’s probably chilling, jetlagged, and in love with Lili - you know the deal….

casual reminder that you shouldn’t fuck about with things in aussie tide pools or the ocean/beach region

half of them will probably kill you, some will definitely kill you, at least three i can think of can kill you before you know you’re dead

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noticing an uptake in ig and fb photos of people doing stupid shit again, and it’s basic marine biology /common sense peeps

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Specifically, don’t pick up tiny octopi, yeah they’re cute… but consider this: you won’t know if its a blue ringed octopus until it’s too late, and their beak is small so you won’t FEEL the bite… 

and the only way to survive a bite is immediate medical help where they try to keep you alive long enough for the toxin to flush out of your system, as the toxin does its best to shut everything down

like… just saying… you see picks of people picking up these little creatures all the time, and you’re screaming internally bc that could be a ProblemTM, and jesus why would you do that?

i mean, there’s also conefish that’ll fuck you up

stonefish chill around the place, step on one and you’ll know

lionfish are pretty but poisonous

eels and seasnakes can fuck you up

some corals have concerning defences, but again even a scratch from one if not treated right can get hella infected

stingrays are chill, unless scared (btw Steve Irwin SPECIFICALLY said not to blame the ray, he’d startled it, so please stop hating on the little guys)

Jellyfish are everywhere
>IRUKANJI/Box Jellyfish are really teeny tiny little cuties… they will cause you unending agony and can kill some people
>Do not go messing with them

Blue Bottles or Man’O’War are unmistakeable. Also jellyfish-like in the way they use tentacles

Basic Jellyfish

[As you may know from your op marine biology classes at high school, jellyfish tentacles are contact-activated (cn be circumvented by thick wetsuits). All along the tentacles are hundred of thousands of nematocysts… basically tiny little cells with what is basically minuscule harpoons in them. When one touches your bare swimmer leg, they fire and snatch you up, the more you move the more it wraps and activates. Which is why it hurts like hell, you shoud never try to remove one barehanded, peeing on it is a BAD IDEA (heat can stimulate more firing) and rubbing sand on it is also bad.]

>To remove jellyfish tentacles, if you cannot locate a lifeguard (who will have supplies for this type of first aid in the tower), wash the area with seawater -anything else will trigger more. Vinegar will remove most tentacles.
But make your first priority calling for an ambulance 000/additional medical aid, because some people can have EXTREME reactions to jellyfish stings (esp. irukanji), ad it can require CPR in some instances). 

Sharks - most are chill, but a few are desperate enough to come in to shore.
Don’t hunt them, don’t antagonise deliberately, they live in the damn ocean btw. A smack to the nose can ward them off in an emergency but mostly getting tf out of the water is the best bet.

>Other squid/octopi, they legit have tiny ass beaks that can damage you. Sure they look cute but do you want to risk it…

>We actually have quite a few fish that can fuck you up a bit?

>The crabs have amassed an army and are coming for us all someday soon, please do not antagonise them any further. they have a leviathan.

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There are heaps of others, but like… if you really absolutely hav to bother tf out of sealife? And you’re in Aus… there are aquariums and (in Qld specifically) there’s the Mooloolabah Wharf Aquarium with touch pools of safe creatures…?

There are options outside of seaside roulette with your life?

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And also, blue ringed octopi might flare before being touched but may be happy to be picked up and then flare… like… don’t risk it. I cannot underline how dangerous those murderous little beauties are. You will not know you are in danger, until you suddenly can’t move or breathe, and let’s hope you have someone with you to call 000… 

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random post, please be safe.

riptides aren’t the only danger on the beach peeps

also, if you’re an aussie and can do a first aid course, it’s a good idea to have at least one person in the family/social circle able to respond to an emergency (esp. on the beach re: the above). so think about it.

anonymous asked:

Harry's my fav and I adore him and I want to be excited and over the moon about all of this for him, but with Sony releasing his music and Louis still stuck I just can't get there. I feel like there must be so much behind this we don't know (and probably never will), but I'm so torn and upset over how it's all being handled. Seeing you and others speak up about this helps me feel like I'm really not the terrible person fandom wants me to think I am.

“Seeing you and others speak up about this helps me feel like I’m really not the terrible person fandom wants me to think I am.”

it makes me so sad that people are so worried they’re going to be attacked just for expressing their opinion that they feel like they have to hide it. this fandom needs a major overhaul.

anonymous asked:

i've actually left the sherlock fandom since it was pretty bad for my mental health, but could you give me an update of sorts as to whats going on in general?? i have friends still in and i want to know. thanks!!

Hey Nonny!

I hope you’re doing much better now <3

Well… there’s nothing much right now other than the RP Twitter which may or may not be real (and probably the only light we have right now); Moffat further saying really bizarre stuff in relation to S4 / Mary otherwise everyone else is remaining radio silent about the season; and there’s still the speculation about a secret episode on Easter, though I think a Dr. Who episode is playing on Easter. The fandom is getting randomly shat on here and there. Other than that, it’s been quiet, though BBC occasionally releases a new BTS video to remind us the series is still existing, which is weird. I’m sure other people can summarize better, since my knowledge of everything is based on what comes across on my dash; I don’t go actively looking for anything. :P

That all said, continue to take care of yourself, Nonny. Trust me when I say that if something big happens in the fandom / about the show, you will probably hear about it off Tumblr :P

anonymous asked:

What's that interview with Stevie and jimmy iovine where jimmy gets like jokingly insulted because Stevie talks about Lindsey or something? I think it's from around 2012? Probably from a different interview than the one you just posted in the gifs but still whilst they're working on American idol together?

Hey anon, it’s from that same episode. She appears multiple times throughout the show and the clip you’re looking for is there too. I’ve upload it for you:

probably not a good idea
friska-freak but waiting4codot is to be blamed as well
probably not a good idea

I don’t think any amount of context can redeem myself but here: http://friska-freak.tumblr.com/post/158852039633/waiting4codot-friska-freak-waiting4codot


@waiting4codot , I don’t think you were actually being serious about me needing to voice the lines, but after much giggling and ugly snorting, here you go. My “musical stylings” are arguably the best part of this, and that is not saying much. |D

Translation for the Arabic end thing because I like to ramble: “Ana, darling, how are you doing, what have you been up to, and how’s Fareeha, and how’s work, and please don’t kill me, please, please- oh put down the gun. Put it dooooowwwn. [scolding sound]. Rude!” 

Prompt (kinda): Okay I know we will probably never know about Silver’s exact backstory, but can please someone write a fic, of Silver having been in Bedlam? And Flint finding out and thinking of Thomas and kinda freaking out… and Silver is like “That is the reason why I didn’t want to tell you!” 

For @arzani92  


Flint sighed before taking another healthy gulp from his bottle filled with rum. He had started the night drinking from a cup, but as Thomas and Silver joined him they quickly forwent those in favor of drinking straight from the source. His body felt warm and fuzzy, and his cheeks were flushed a hot pink as his buzz set in. Looking to the men on either side of him, Flint came to the realization that if red coats suddenly burst through the door of their small home and shot him dead, he’d die a happy man. Laughter bubbled out of him like a fresh spring at something Thomas said—or, more specifically, how he said it—and Flint wondered at how lucky a man he was. Years ago, after discovering—mostly in part and thanks to Silver—that Thomas was alive and hidden away in Savannah, the red headed pirate thought he was the luckiest man alive. That God himself had deemed him worthy and had blessed him with a second chance at happiness. Then, just a few years after their reunion, when Silver had reappeared on their shores with stories of the sea and its adventures, and, most importantly, with love and hope in his eyes, Flint had thought he must’ve died. For there was no way a scoundrel such as himself could be so fortunate as to have both his loves in his life. Thomas, his truest love, and Silver, his fiercest.

Drawing a hand down Silver’s bicep and firmly squeezing the muscle there, Flint figured it was only fair that he could only keep one of them for any long period of time. After freeing Thomas from the camp his father had stashed him in, Flint had been spoiled with the man’s constant presence—something he wouldn’t take for granted any time soon. Silver, however, drifted in and out of their home like the tide. He did have other obligations, after all, and had to split his time between their home in Savannah and Nassau, where he and Madi had planted roots of their own and settled down. Then there were the men, too, who even to this day vied for his attention, for his praise. They’d never be appeased with Long John Silver’s retirement. And, as Flint suspected, neither would Silver. But Silver was here with him, now, and Flint thought he’d never stop feeling grateful.

The retired Walrus captain watched contentedly through heavy, half lidded eyes as Silver and Thomas animatedly debated their opinions on a book they had both read. It was a cheap, popular little thing that Silver had found on one of his prizes, and his first gift to Thomas as a partner. Flint assumed it was meant as a joke, not to be taken seriously, as it was a superfluous, easy read that would be forgotten in a decade or so. Thomas had cherished it, though, and read it immediately. And finally, after a full year of long winded promises and halfhearted evasion, Silver had finished the book himself and had stepped foot on the Savannah beach with a thing or two to say about it. Flint, in his fuzzy state, wasn’t much for conversation, but merely enjoyed basking in the presence of both his loves and listening to their voices. Keeping his grip on Silver’s arm, Flint leaned over and rested his head on Thomas’s shoulder, fully intending on taking a nap.

He was just on the precipice of sleep when suddenly, without warning, Thomas slammed his hand on the wooden table in front of them, jerking Flint into wakefulness. “Aha!” Thomas cheered, his eyes bright and almost gleeful. “I figured it out!”

Quirking a dark brow, Silver carefully asked, “Figured what out?”

“Where I recognize you from!” Thomas’s body hummed with excitement. “We’ve met before—in Bethlem.”

Head snapping towards Silver, Flint found his head suddenly clear and his eyesight focused as he growled, “What?”

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So I mentioned trichotillomania and dermotillomania in a recent reply, and someone asked about that…and my response got too long and rambly (of course!) for an ask answer, and there’s the off chance seeing my thoughts might be informative for somebody out in the open, so here it is…

My trich started with eyelash pulling when I was 8 (early 1983, during a math drill, heh), and skin picking probably around 11 (the onset of puberty whee.)  I leave my scalp (except for a small spot of baby hairs) and arm hair alone, but everywhere else gets pulled, although some areas more often than others.

And the thing is…it doesn’t really bother me.  It used to, in making me self-conscious about it, but I eventually realized that other people just don’t notice…maybe some do but just don’t say anything, but most people are too worried about what you’ll think of them to notice you.

And the people who do decide to take issue with the appearance of others are going to find a ‘problem’ whether you have eyebrows or not…which…I don’t have much in the way of eyebrows right now, but that kind of person would have to get past my DIY multicolor fantasy hair and my cat eye glasses and my way of dressing that may or may not ~properly~ reflect my age before they get a chance to notice whether or not I remembered to draw on my eyebrows (and then they’d have to make the leap to “draws on eyebrows because sensory issues lead them to pull them out” and not the more ‘logical’ “draws on eyebrows to make fashion statement” conclusion.) (Really–friendly post office clerk lady noticed my drawn-on brows once and said I needed to be careful about doing that much or I’d ruin my eyebrows.)

And, yes, I used to get into that cycle of feeling bad -> pulling lashes -> feeling bad about pulling lashes -> pull more lashes, and I know that’s a really common cycle, but I eventually made the decision to try not to feel bad about pulling (or picking, especially on my legs where getting to hairs under the skin can get…scabby…)  Yes, I still pull/pick, and I don’t like that I do, but, if I can keep from feeling bad about it, that means I don’t cycle into more pulling or picking.  It’s taken me 15 years, but I finally have a decent amount of eyelashes again.  

(Around 2001, I was on a huge trichotillomania support message board, and when I shared my revelation about not letting the guilt perpetuate the cycle, every. single. response. I got was people saying either “No no no that’s giving up don’t give up keep fighting!!!” or “Well, your trich isn’t as bad as mine, so I won’t even consider that it might work for me.”  I left that board not long after.)

Not saying I don’t still struggle, either.  The biggie is still that insistence that, when allergies make my head ache and eyes hurt, there’s an urge that says “If you pull out the lashes you’ll relieve the pressure and the headache will go away.”  I have to (mentally) shout that one down a few times a year.

And hair elsewhere–especially brows–is a texture issue, and while I’m trying to figure out the key to getting my brain to just…not care…well, in the meantime,  the fact that it does, and I pull…I’m not going to let that bother me.

And I completely understand if this advice might not help anyone but me, because we’re all different, even when we have this weird stuff in common =)

*and now I hope that none of the ‘trich for teens’ type blogs contact me to offer support, ‘cause I’m a bit beyond their ken*

Dating Johnny HCs

heya ;) long time no see, huh? anyways, this was requested so hope you enjoy!!!!! -bella 💞

-the SWEETEST bf on earth
-he always worries that you think he’s too clingy, even though you don’t at all
-he’s scared that if he’s clingy, you’ll hate him like his mom does
-he tries to save up money to take you out on a date at LEAST once a month
-you always sneak into the drive in together
-he leaves flowers at your doorstep unexpectedly all the time, this SWEETHEART™
-whenever another guy flirts with you, he gets upset about it and thinks about it for like,, a week
-this boy lOVES BEING BABIED, but he will neVER admit it
-it probably has something to do with the fact that his mom never actually took care of him when he was little, poor baby ;(
-you always tell his mom off when she yells at him, and ended up getting into full-on fights with her on multiple occasions
-he blushes so much,,,, what a cinnamon roll!
-he tells you you look nice at least 49187204 times a day

anonymous asked:

Aaaand now I keep reading/seeing posts about a possible/probable marriage for Chiam and I think I may vomit. Do you think it really might happen? Can management force Liam to do that?? I can't even fathom what's going on behind the scenes with all this. I just want him free and far far far away from her and all this idiocy

Hello my Anon and why do you wanna vomit? something you ate must not agree wiith you!!!!

Seriously now, in my time people used first to know each other, then to get married, later to get a baby and finally to divorce! Here we had the opposite: first their management introduced them, then came the baby and now we are discussing (??? or should I write that the tabloids are discussing) marriage! Gives new meaning to the “putting the horse before the carriage” expression!

I had written in my tags (where i put my comments) that Cheryl and her team will push for a wedding, and now my question is: if they needed to get married for mutually bearding reasons, why not do it all this time before the baby was born so it would simultaneously take Liam’s last name? Questions-questions…..

But don’t worry, my Nonnie, even if they have them get married, we all know how stable Cheryl’s marriages are; give it a few months and make some popcorn to watch the eruption of the Cheriam volcano. 

And should Liam need any advice about his wedding to Cheryl, he could always ask Sir Elton John who, as i recall, got married to 2 women before getting his act straight (the pan was intended) and marrying his man! After all Liam and Elton John have the same publicist, Murray Chalmrs PR; I’m sure they’d be delighted to help!!!