it made me feel hella better

jhscdood  asked:

I just got dx with ADHD in Dec. at the age of 31 and started taking meds for it. Turns out, a lot of my anxiety and depression symptoms were tied up in the ADHD, so treating it has made me feel SO MUCH BETTER, omg. Brain fog = gone, focus = actually a thing I can do, distractions = not taking over my life. (Turns out, ptsd + adhd can look a lot like bipolar. Once I got the ptsd treated with hella therapy, the adhd became obvious and we changed the treatment. And there was much rejoicing). <3

….*rubs eyes* as someone with untreated ptsd as well, I should really, really be doing something about this.

Ooookay, 2k17 is getting the help I deserve then. Thank you for that, it made me feel better to know it’s not too late. Even at my ripe old age of impending 30 :P

Read It Wednesday

Is this week ten? Did we finally make it to week ten? Holy crow that’s awesome! I’ve added a few changed to Read It Wednesday. Nothing major, I promise. As of now, I won’t be adding gif drabbles/celebration drabbles to future RIW’s. (unless they’re over 1,000 words) I will still read them but I just won’t be adding them. What I will be doing instead is reblogging those drabbles and making sure they get the love they deserve. ALSO I’ve stated this before, but I won’t be reading fics that don’t come with warnings. Warnings can be in the tags, just make a reference that they’re there. Some things I’m not comfortable with and I just like to spare myself those uncomfortable feelings. I hope none of you hate me for that. Annnd again, if you don’t see a specific series here, please understand that I’m not caught up on it, but will do my best to catch up on it soon. Okay, sorry for my long spiel, now onto the fics I’ve been tagged in this week!

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I’ve been thinking about the Lego Ninjago movie and just like… feeling so happy because who knew a Cartoon Network show based on toys allegedly for lil boys would get a feature-length film made by major production companies and released in cinemas for everyone in the world to see… just thinking about it makes me so happy. Ninjago put me in a much better state of mind, so the fact that there’s a major movie to look forward to just makes me hella excited and brightens my whole mood in a weird way and,, Knowing that I’ll be able to see the ninjas on the big screen in like just over 7 months hhhhnnn I’m really grateful they’re making the movie, it just seems to unbelievable to me. I’ll die when the full trailer comes out omg.

anonymous asked:

Welp, that last ask made me hella-sad. Yami, go cuddle with Yugi and make the precious smol feel better, and no buts or I will cuddle him for you.

Response to this post: http://spiritsintertwined.tumblr.com/post/159413934431/so-i-know-that-weve-talked-about-others-dating


Yugi: H-huh? But I’m fine, nonny! Really…

Yami: Of course I’ll hug you, aibou (Ò//o//Ó

Yugi: Wah…! Yami? O//.//O)  

Yami: You are loved… (ù///ú

Yugi: Q//w//Q)


(Model credits: x )

Listen

“I came here from Chicago because I felt like I needed to do something with my life. I was working BS jobs, driving thirty miles to work with a gas leak. It was hard, so I came here. I left my car, my room, my bed, my space. Came here to sleep on floors, couches, just to start my life over. Right now I’m staying with my cousin and the mother of his children. It’s not the best, but I am appreciative. 

I’m overwhelmed. It’s hard for me to find an apartment; I didn’t think it would be this hard. Especially for somebody like me. I’m single, I don’t have any kids. I feel like I made the biggest mistake of my life by leaving, yet I know if I stay focused and keep working then I won’t regret it. I’m like a little microwave; I want everything right now. But obviously it’s not coming like that.

I feel like I’m stuck. But if I go back home then I’d have to leave the opportunity of jobs here, because we don’t have that luxury back at home. That’s my motivation. It’s making me want to continue to stay on track and do better. ‘Cause I’ve seen that life throws hella obstacles at you. And you gotta be a strong person just to make it through.

I cry almost every day. There have been times when I’ve cried at work. I don’t mean to get all emotional. I don’t like crying in front of people. I’m living out of my suitcase and bags. I hate it. That’s not where I’m from. But I go to work; work is my escape. 

If I was back at home it would be easier because I’d know where to go, where to look. The cost of living here is higher, so I have to make sure I got my money right. Got to make sure my credit is right. It’s a lot.

I don’t know if I want to go to school to be a nurse or to be what I’ve always wanted to be, a veterinarian. That’s been my dream since I was ten. So maybe that’s what I want to go to school for, but I’m not sure. I think I’m scared of the math and science, honestly. I don’t mind putting myself through a challenge, but I feel like that one’s going to be the real big deal.

Oh, and my birthday is August 8th and I’m a Leo. I think Leo’s rule.”

Asia 

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but recently my boyfriend left me because his friends were making fun of him for dating me because I'm trans, and it always happens like this. But your blog made me feel a lot better about myself, and I just wanted to say thank you.

whoever you are, if you’re comfortable with it- reach out to me.my messages are always open- and if you really need someone instantly, my kik is gaygrunge. this is open to EVERYONE- if anyone ever needs someone, just kik me. the fact my blog has made you feel better, makes me feel hella awesome. that really brightens my day, seeing i help people. i hope the future works better for you.

you’re valid, okay?

This is gonna really piss me off cus I can’t find it but there was a miraculous ladybug fan comic on this website where adrien accidentally pisses off marionette and for like two comics everybody is hella concerned about her cus she might get akumatized. And chat noir tries to comfort her make her feel better but marionette is still Unbelievably pissed. Who made that comic what blog was it??? Can somebody send me those comic posts pleaseeeeee??

Winchester Sister- Hero

Originally posted by marilynmay

Request: Hey!! Think you could do a Winchester sister imagine where reader bonds with the brothers in different ways (eg: Dean music, Sam books) and the other gets jealous..?
Title: Hero
Parings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Words: 978
Summary: Dean gets jealous that his sister is spending more time with Sam than him.
(A/N: I was on vacation this week & it was hella fun, I even made a vlog that I’m hesitant about posting on youtube or something (should I? what do y’all think?) anyways I also have some shitty friends, so if you have those too message me & we can talk about them and we can get our anger out lmao   I feel like this one could be so much better but I am too tired rn to fix it -JC)
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“Ew Dean, are you seriously eating that for dinner?” You say, your features showing disgust as your brother, Dean, takes another bite of his burger that drips with grease.
“Yeah, so what?”
“Dean, that is so unhealthy. You’re going to have a heart attack.” You tell him, rolling your eyes and stabbing another piece of your grilled chicken with your fork.
“(Y/N)’s right. You should start to watch what you eat.” Sam says as he sits next to you with a plate of the chicken. “Here, you should try some. It’s actually good.”
“No!” Dean interjects, jerking his plate away when Sam tries to put a piece on Dean’s plate, “I’m not having any of you two’s health-crazed, metabolism-boosting crap. I don’t understand how I am even related to you two.”
“Oh, come on Dean,” You say, letting out a laugh, “You need to stay in shape and eating that preservative filled patty isn’t going to help.”
“Where’d you get that from, Dr. Oz?” Dean snickers. “Listen, you can eat your carrot sticks and crackers all you want, just don’t drag me into it.”  You flip him off and you all finish eating your meal.


You and Sam head to the library after the three of you clean the kitchen. You two sit in front of his laptop and he teaches you how to program new software onto the hard drive, just like he promised he would earlier that day. “Okay and then after you type in the domain you click this button and it should start to download.”
“Oh, that was way easier than I thought,” You say, smiling at your brother as he lets out a laugh. “So then after it downloads it should be up to date?”
“Yep.” Sam nods and you two sit back and watch the laptop process and download.
“Hey (Y/N),” You look up to see Dean walking towards you, “How would you like for me and you to go for a ride tomorrow morning?”
You look from Dean to Sam, who is looking at you with his eyebrows raised, “Gee I’d love to Dean, but me and Sammy were already going to go to the bookstore after our run in the morning. I need to get the last book of the series I’m reading.”
“Didn’t you just get a book a couple days ago?” Dean says, his voice clearly annoyed as he crosses his arms.
“I’m a fast reader…” You say and Dean rolls his eyes, “but we can go another day?”
“Nah, just forget I even asked.” Dean huffs and turns around and walks back to his room.
“Dean,” You call after him, but he ignores you. You throw your head back and sigh in defeat. You look towards Sam, “What do I do now?”
“Just go talk to him, see what he’s upset about.” Sam shrugs and you nod before you get up and head towards Dean’s room.
“Dean?” You ask as you tap on his door.
“It’s open.” You hear him say and you open the door and see Dean lying on his bed with a magazine in his hands. You look around his room awkwardly, having not prepared anything to say.
“You want to talk about it?” You finally say, glancing at your older brother, who peeks his head above his magazine.
“Talk about what?”
“What just happened…” You sit at the corner of his bed. You hear him sigh and he tosses his magazine to the side.
“Look, I told you to forget about it.” Dean says in a stern voice.
“No, Dean, there’s something you’re not telling me! Tell me what it is!” You snap, getting angry at Dean.
“Fine! It just seems that you like Sam more than you like me…” Dean says strongly at first then gets more embarrassed the more he talks.
“Why the hell would you think that?” You ask, shaking your head. How could you ever favor one of your brothers over the other?
“No, it’s stupid, just go.” He says but you cross your arms and give him a firm look. Dean grunts in annoyance that he has to go on, “I don’t know… You and him are just so much alike. You like the same foods, you geek out over the same things, and you two basically have a book club together. You spend so much time together; it just seems as if you’d prefer to be with him rather than me.”
“Are you kidding me?” You let out a small laugh, “There’s no reason for you to be jealous, just because me and Sam both like fruit and certain books doesn’t mean that I’d prefer him over you. You don’t see Sam getting mad when me and you go to concerts and stuff! And anyways Sam has always been my dorky older brother; you know the one that was a mathlete in high school and was fascinated by insects as a kid. You, Dean, you’ve taught me everything I know. You taught me how to ride a bike, how to shoot a gun, how to even cook damn pasta.
“ You know why I always come to you with my problems and not Sam? It’s because I know you will always be there for me no matter how little the situation is, you always have been. I mean hell, I’ve looked up to you ever since the day I could walk. You’re my hero, Dean.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Dean smiles to himself, thinking about what you had said. You move closer to him and Dean wraps his arms around you. “If I had to choose, you’d be my favorite.”
You laugh and look him in the eyes, “I’m going to cancel my plans with Sammy and then me and you can have all day tomorrow to ourselves, okay?”
“Sounds good.” He says and ruffles your hair.

anonymous asked:

Can you do another teacher and student smut? Brendon and reader pleaseeeee

     I got up for the first day of school. I wasn’t normally the type of person to love school, but I also didn’t hate it. I just allowed it to pass by, because it’s better to live in the moment. I was normally labelled as the type of bad girl. My grades were really good and all, but I just didn’t give a shit. I put on my short black skirt and a Guns n roses shirt tucked in. I had my thigh high black socks and my red vans to match. I woke up with only a short time to get ready, so makeup and hair was simple. It was my senior year and I was already turning 18 soon. I flunked when I was younger and had to re take 6th grade, because of me not giving a shit. I headed out of the house, grabbing my car keys and backpack, and I was on my way. I walked in to the school and sat down at my usual area with my friends. I have known them forever. We talked for a while and then first bell rang. My bff and I headed to our first class.

“when are you getting yourself a boyfriend?” she always bugged me about this. I was known for being with guys a lot, but recently, I just haven’t been with anyone. I guess i just have been busy.

“ I don’t know man. the guys here are lame” we went about our day in the boring classes for introduction. It was the first day, so no one really had to do anything. It was time for the final class of the day. I sat down on a random chair and got out my notebook. It was my music class, so it was one of the classes that I will actually enjoy.

“welcome class, I am Mr. Urie and I will be you music teacher this year,”

I looked up and-HOLY SHIT. He was hot as fuck. He was leaning on the piano and had his sleeves rolled up. He was taking roll and the way his jaw moved when he talked was heavenly. I want his mouth to move like that while he-”Y/N”

“what.”

“ I think the correct response is “here”, you might want to pay attention” He continued to take roll and leaving me slight smirks. I am not paying attention at all. How could I? The thoughts that are running in my head are very bad. I want him to just lay me there on that piano and fuck me senseless. The bell took me out of my thoughts and I quickly got up and rushed out of the room. Well I almost did. except I didn’t. He told me he wanted me to stay after class.  “you seem to be a little distracted. What’s causing the distraction” he smirked. 

HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN I WANTED HIM TO BANG ME ON THE PIANO?       “ Ummm… just have a lot on my mind.”

“ what is it exactly?’’ He leaned forward and whispered in my ear   “ What are you dreaming about? Is it something naughty?”

My breath hitched and I didn’t know how to respond. I lightly shook my head yes and all he did was smile and lead me out of the room.

A FEW MONTHS LATER

 My birthday was today, so I decided to wear something cute. I had on lace pastel pink panties with a white bow and matching bra. I had on a pastel pink skirt with a tucked in t-shirt that said Princess on it. Why not? It was defiantly the sexiest outfit I own. I really wanted to look good today. Mr. Urie and I have become really close. We flirt all the time, but it’s usually harmless. He really was a distraction, but defiantly a good one. We had the same taste in music and we shared a lot in common. Everyday after school, I would stay in his classroom and we would talk for a few hours. He was always extremely flirtatious and honestly, it really turned me on….I got to the school and waited as the hours passed of the boring day. I walked into his classroom and we instantly made eye contact. He paused for a second and bit his lip. He had everyone working on their song for the next school concert and I grabbed my notebook and started working on it. I was sat at the piano working on the song and he came up and sat next to me. He sat really close to me and placed his hand on my thigh. He started talking about the song as if he wasn’t fucking me up at all. I don’t see why I can’t tease him. It is my birthday right? I leaned in close to him showing off as much cleavage as possible and harmlessly placed my hands on the piano. I played the first few notes and he joined in, our hands brushing softy every once in a while. We stopped for a second and got lost in each others eyes. We started to lean in, but the bell brought us out of our daze. The class rushed out and I just sat there. As soon as everyone was gone, He rushed to the door and locked it.

“happy birthday princess. I got something for you”  He said this while slowly walking over to me. We have never really done anything like this before, but we have always had the tension and talked about it before. He leaned in and kissed me passionately then it soon deepened.He reached around me and lifted me up and onto the piano. “you look so hot today” he slowly took my shirt off and threw it to god knows where, along with all of my other items of clothing. I was left in my matching bra and panties just laying on the piano.”today is all about you, so you just lean back and let daddy take care of you” He then pulled my panties down and threw my bra off, then took them off of me. “are you sure you want this baby?” I nodded my head quickly and he began working on me. His tongue moving around quickly as he plunged it deep into me. He stuck one of his fingers in me and me sucked on my clit while pushing his finger in and out. he added another and then one more and I could already feel myself getting close. He kept hitting my spot over and over again as loud moans escaped my lips. “DADDY I-I’M CLOSE” “ Let go baby girl” My orgasm washed over me and he leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. I was so eager for him to fuck me, so I sat up and practically ripped his shirt off. he threw his pants off and his boxers went with them. I leaned back on the piano as he grabbed a condom and rolled it on.” you ready?”

 I replied in a moan and he thrusted into me harshly. His hand was on my hip and his other was supporting himself on the piano. We were tangled in a kiss and I had my arms wrapped around him scratching his back. He planted many hickeys on my neck and shoulders while thrusting into me over and over again. It felt so good. “ DADDY-I’M..’’ “ i know, me too baby girl”

We both released and rolled out our highs. “ that was the best birthday present ever” He leaned in and we made out for a while until we heard a knock at the door.

SHIT.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This was actually really fun to write. it wasn’t 100% but I kind of rushed myself. these will get better, i promise! The ask box is always open, so feel free to leave ideas for any kind of smut. Tonight i am writing hella smut and  trying to upload as much as possible, so give me any ideas! 

~~~Tay <3 

D.Va’s height isnt confirmed but I would die if she was shorter than Lucio who is 5′3′’! He is my height! BLESS THIS MAN! BLESS UP MY FOLLOWERSSS!

*waves softly* heyyyyyy………..I’m back from the art block. Came back with my trash self.

anonymous asked:

Yo thanks so much for posting those before/after images. I've always been hella insecure about my stomach but seeing how cute you were before And after while still not being supermodel thin made me feel a lot better about myself.

awh im glad i could have a positive impact!! thank you!! 

bend it like beckham- a poem from the mind of a tired boy at a beer pong tournament

i saw u last night

on the opposite end of the room

i wanted to make it alright

cuz i could tell he was ignoring you

i could have made you feel better

if i had had the chance

with a joke or a line that’s really quite clever

but another girl had her hand in my pants

as she reached down awkwardly and grabbed my butt

i saw you sigh and look down at your phone

the feeling i felt radiating from you is tough

when you want to have fun but feel alone

because i could tell you looked hella good

perhaps you wanted a special someone to see

but that man was blackout drunk-slumped where he stood

guess the only person who noticed was me

I really really think you’re cute

as we stood a pong table away

but my mind couldn’t conjure up anything smooth

Travis and David’s game was in the way

of me escaping from this very handsy lady

and making my way over to you

i’d tell you you were pretty, maybe

talk about your eyes and the shade of their blue

but all i could see is the blue you presumably felt

as your mountain state tank top went unnoticed

certain nights you get crummy cards dealt

and feel like college boys are just bogus

honestly, most of them are

but that’s besides the point

i saw you shine like a star

as the ballplayers lit their joints

as the pong participants shot their balls

as the partyers took pulls of their vodka

as my homeboy was drunk and took a fall

as someone was yelling about some drama

throughout all of that chaos and turmoil

all i really saw was you

posted up in the corner looking like your night had been spoiled

and presumably feeling blue

so as I drank my keystone light (ew)

i saw a different reality

where i was confident enough to talk to you

and make your night at least satisfactory

i wouldn’t ignore the way you dance

or the outfits that you wear

I wouldn’t ignore your smile or the way that you glance

across the room at me awkwardly and adjust your hair

I might not have the confidence to glance back quite yet

but i just wanted to let you know that someone is here

to take you away from the corner and make you forget

that some dumb college boy could leave you and disappear

so the moral of the poem that i’m typing out for you

the motive behind this rhyme

is that you shouldn’t try to get the attention of those who pass through

because i will always see your shine

you’d never be in a corner again

if those arms around you were mine

i’d never leave you behind, my friend

to ignore you would be a crime

so even though these words stem from a single experience that happened this weekend

i think you looked sublime

and i’d love to take you out and make you feel special

since the other one apparently didn’t have time

i’m feeling better since you know me; i was a lonely soul but that’s the old me

the “i lost my little brother at the grocery store and you found him and now it seems like you two are best friends and he doesn’t wanna lose contact with you so it seems like i’ll have to get your number - at least you’re hella cute” au was pretty much made for Tadahoney. inspiration comes from uponagraydawn’s (terrible/awful/wonderful/heartbreaking) baby!Hiro fan art and FoT au. 

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Tadashi will swear up and down and on a stackof robotic textbooks he only took his eyes off Hiro for one second—and yet that one second was all his wayward, two-year-old baby brother needed to disappear into the busy market aisles.

Honestly after this, he doesn’t care what anyone says; he’s going to get a leash for that boy no matter how much Hiro rails against it, he can’t run off like this, what would Aunt Cass say if he lost Hiro

Tadashi races up and down the aisles, barely keeping his hat on his head as he runs. People look at him like he’s crazy as he cranes his neck to look down the lanes, searching frantically for a head of uncontrollable black flyaway hair, a childish laugh.

What if he goes outside, what if he walks into the busy street, what if someone takes him—

“Dashi!”

Tadashi skids to a halt, almost tripping over his own feet at the sound of his little brother’s voice and there he is, the little brat, grinning that gap-toothed grin that fools everybody except those that know better. He waves merrily at Tadashi, completely unconcerned at his older brother’s frantic expression. Tadashi recovers and kneels down to be on Hiro’s level and “Look, Dashi,” Hiro says eagerly, pointing at someone’s legs, “cookies!”

“He really seems to want them,” says a new voice, light and airy and female and Tadashi looks up—

And up, the girl in front of him is his height and few inches in those skyscraper heels she’s wearing, tall and graceful and willow slender, like the cranes on Aunt Cass’s printed screens at home. Her eyes are hazel green and her hair dark gold, hanging loose down her back. She’s smiling at him now, a bright smile that matches the cheerful yellow of her daisy-print dress and platform shoes.

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Okay, one of you lovelies submitted this little imagine for me to share! Show them some love! And don’t forget, all submissions here are welcome!

warning: nsfw
super fluffy in the beginning then super smutty, it’s my first time writing smut so bare with me!!! hella inspired by knew better/forever boy (but just forever boy) by ariana grande. hope u all enjoy:)

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i am generally doing so much better now I can’t believe I made it to 23 but it feels good i have a basic understand ing of the passage of time and the temporary ness of emotions and this is just ! alcohol is a depressant ! and there’s hella retrogrades and it’s fine. I’ll go.to.sleep and I’ll wake up and it will still be me when I wake up and I can get again ! I get to keep trying over and over and over and over!! I know that now!

And you? (outro)어때- DΞΔN

Hello people of the internet,                                                                  So we will be posting scenarios based on Dean’s album “Mood 130: TRBL” (this one is the first one), they however will not be related. Each one has a different plot based on the song’s lyrics. I hope you guys like it. After we are done with this “series” we will start writing scenarios/ reactions for other artists/groups as well, so please send in requests~~ Admins Bibi &Sunny 

Author’s note: So this is my first official scenario, it’s a bit short for now. I hope to get better and write longer and better scenarios in the future~~ ^.^ - Admin Sunny 

Description: Dean gets a call from his ex 3 months after she cheated on him (angst) (some cursing )

Word count: 457

Originally posted by tzubaru

Sitting alone in his studio with an almost empty bottle of whiskey, with no notion of time.This had become his routine after she left. Three months have passed since that night when he found her with another man in his bed. He doesn’t longer sleep in his room, vivid visions come to his mind whenever he is there.

He throws his head back and sighs.He remembers all those good times they had spent together…but she had throw all of that away, all of it for that bastard.

The sound of his phone ringing barely reached his ears. His eyes struggling to stay open. He looks at the incoming call in his phone

“Oh shit, it’s my fuckin, my fuckin ex”

His hands tremble as he picks up the phone, he clears his throat before answering.

“Who’s this” He says pretending not to know.

“Hello Dean, it’s me” she said a long silent follows

Her voice, it’s not what he remembers. It’s cold, doesn’t have any guilt or shame to it.

“ oh… so how have you been lately?” He tried to keep his cool

“Not so well…you?”

“Not well? Huh?” Dean scoffs “how’s that son of a bitch? How is he?”

“Dean….I-I” she starts but Dean cuts her off “Are you not satisfied ? I’m so curious”

“He’s not what I thought he was…I miss you… I don’t know what I was thinking”

“Is that so?”

“ Yes…I-I am really sorry I don’t know how I can make it up to you but I’ll try my best because I still love you” Her voice sounded shady, it didn’t have a hint of honesty.

“Do you wanna know how I feel?” Dean said firmly

“Uhm yes” she hesitated

“I’m motherfuckin good, I don’t want any more of your bs”

“But babe I-”

“Don’t call me that, you made your choices and left me. You thought I still be hurting but I’m not. I’m be making that money and feel hella good right now! So leave me alone I don’t care about you anymore”

He hung up before she could  say anything else. He didn’t want to fall in any of her tramps. He did still have feelings for her so he was vulnerable, but the thought of her betrayal created hate that was bigger than his love for her. “ It was better that way” he thought. He went to lay down on his messy couch, filled with notebook papers each one half filled with his thoughts turned into lyrics. He pushed off and laid there. He couldn’t live like that anymore. His thoughts caused him to drift to sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day, and she will just be a shadow of the past.

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Sylvan Esso | Come Down

Hey mama, won’t you come down… hey mama, won’t you come down? to the river? to wade. to bathe.

i’ve been feeling a little bit better every day.

for the past few days i didn’t want to listen to music because i didn’t want to ruin good music with my sadness. that already happened before with cocorosie and it sucks because that album is so good but whenever i hear it i remember when i was hella depressed a few years ago. and nothing felt really safe to listen to. everything would remind me of him and i’d probably start crying, lol. but this morning at work i was listening to the self titled bon iver album for the first time in forever and it was so peaceful. that album is so so beautiful. and i was thinking about his snapchats of all the trees and nature around him and how beautiful it would be to listen to this album while walking around over there. and it made me feel better. i’m not sure exactly what changed, but i’m glad it did.

i borrowed his sylvan esso album the day before he left and have been wanting to listen to it but have been too afraid to. but i am now and it feels good. it is reminding me of him but not in a bad way. not in a sad way. in a happy way. which is good :)

this song is currently on repeat. we listened to it a bunch in the car on one of our last adventures before he left. this live performance is breathtaking. i want to cuddle up and fall asleep in her voice.

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i saw your huan drawing and thank for drawing huan in opal’s clothes and i saw you saying you’d want people to talk to you about huan headcanons and i felt like obliging you so tbh i see huan as demiromantic gray-ace because yes and either bigender, agender, or a demiboy depending on how i see him that day and most definitely he’s had some relationships before with many different gendered people and his entire family knows and su’s like ‘i have four other kids and he looks cute with them’ (1/?)

and most def. the twins like to protect him bc there’s no way people are gonna be homophobic to their sibling nu uh and i rly feel like his art would show in some way his (typically uses he-him pronouns sorry) discovery of who he is and he once had a piece showing his dysphoria to his gender and opal saw and was like 'ur trying on my dress now’ and she saw it made huan feel better and was like 'time to get you new clothes hella’ and im sorry but supportive beifong family is nice (2/?)

and the most important thing for me would be him meeting korra and she finds out about him and she asks him about it and /that’s/ how she truly finds out about her feelings for asami and that she’s bi as hell and probably some form of nonbinary (i see genderfluid) and thank you for not shipping huan x ikki bc i also disregard it (probably because my shameless shipping of him with either desna, eska, or tahno (tahno x huan x desna is fav)) and i rly like his hair and him being like (3/?)

'so if blue=boy and pink=girl then i an green. my gender is green’ and just dyeing his bangs and yes and sorry not sorry for rambling about the hipster trash baby thank for your time

thank you hiss-hiss-im-a-basilisk for sending me all your headcanons! i was so happy. i love pondering about whom Huan would be compatible with and i really like the idea of his family being supportive of him. there is a lot to explore in his character which is one of my favorite things about him!

i read Huan as on the asexual spectrum and non-binary, and i also read Korra as NB, so i was especially excited that you shared that headcanon. i drew this mini comic about Korra having an 'aha!’ moment about her gender while talking with Huan. i really really like them as friends. /o/