ive been having such a bad day

Ive noticed that from the birthdays that have been released to us, the voltron crew seems to be leaning towards kind of “weird/important days” so to speak

Hunk’s birthday was Jan. 13th, which is a pretty normal day, but it was a Friday the 13th this year.

Shiro’s birthday is Feb. 29th, and leap years are like the epitome of “weird days” out of the year

April fools day Keith birthday pull through….

Having no emotional permanence is hell
If im sad, i literally cant remember the last time i was happy
If im angry i cant remember the last time i was calm
And so when i get upset it feels like ive been upset for forever, even if the day before i was having the time of my life
It makes having breakdowns and even just plain bad days so extreme

Small Lilo comfort fic, because I felt like shit on Sunday and needed a pick-me-up. Tour era (whichever tour you like best).

Louis doesn’t open his eyes when the bed sheets he’s made himself a cocoon of are pulled away and someone awkwardly slips into his bunk, although he does uncurl his body, making more room for the intruder to squeeze themselves into. His head won’t stop pounding.

“Hey,” Liam whispers, gently stroking Louis’s temple and jaw - to think a couple years back he flinched anytime someone touched him; Louis would grin, if everything didn’t hurt. “Was wondering where you’d gone.”

“Headache,” is all Louis says. Liam’s clothes are crispy cold from his trek outside and Louis presses his face against Liam’s chest with a sigh; the coolness is wonderful against his forehead.

He grunts when Liam shifts away from him, wrapping an arm around his waist just in case Liam’s got delusions about leaving, but all Liam does is press his cold cold lips against Louis’s forehead, right in the middle of his eyebrows, and that feels even better than his sweater did.

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me: *fucks up my hair a little bit*

intrusive thoughts: cut it all off. it’s ruined. 

me: what why-

intrusive thoughts: it’s ruined. 

MP100 Valentines Week: Day 4- Aquarium

((Previous day)) ((Next day))

“Look at this ugly guy!”

“Don’t make it feel bad about itself…” 

I haven’t been to an aquarium in years. I haven’t drawn any Ritshou in a while either so, yeah.

you know how sometimes you’re having a bad day or an okay day but then someone does something nice for you and you just smile for a long time?? i want to be someone who makes other smile like that


I love Nahyuta, but then I also felt bad since throughout AA6 he… ‘borrowed’ Klavier’s defense attorney and investigator. So, uh, yeah. Trying to compensate with a headcanon.

The Best

pairing: platonic hamilsquad x depressed!reader

genre: angst! modern au

word count: 1700

warning: mentions of depression, death/suicide

summary: you haven’t been at school all week, you haven’t been answering texts. eventually, the boys decided that they’re not going to wait for you to reply anymore, and take matters into their own hands.

a/n: yoo so sorry for the angsty thing, i was planning on putting up some starboy laurens fluff but ive been having a pretty bad day meself so. wrote some angst cuz it made me feel better. if you’re having a bad day i hope it helps and i hope u feel good tomorrow!

You had spent the week in bed. Your work was beginning to pile up – in both a metaphorical and literal sense, you thought as you looked at the pile of papers on your desk – and you probably got more texts in the past five days than you’ve gotten in the past year. Everyone was worried about you. Just today, Alexander had left you 3 voicemails and he sent you 51 messages in the span of 6 minutes; John sent you 2 pictures of Lafayette and Hercules playing checkers, and then one of himself pouting because, as he put it, he ‘wanted to see you’; Lafayette sent you a video of himself singing some French song that was supposed to be a lullaby but it didn’t really help; Hercules sent you a picture of himself in a ridiculous hat. 

Nothing cheered you up. You hadn’t had this bad of a spell in years, but lately things had gotten worse and couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. You just couldn’t.

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Meet Lightwave, the fusion of Lúcio and Symmetra ^^ they are the thighs for days fusion

worked on this one for awhile sorry ive been not so reliable as far as art is concerned 

anyway info about Lightwave below 

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This morning I woke up scared for my life and in tears. I am a queer trans citizen of color in the US who just lost everything they hoped to have.

I fought back panick attacks at work until I remembered I was wearing my Loki shirt– and now I want to share something ive been thinking about all day. Hopefully Lokeans and other Heathens/north polytheists will find this helpful.

Loki has always stood for change.

At the start he stood with his friends and his family to being about the sort of changes they desired. Even when he collisally fucked up or things just didnt go as planned he strived to make the best of bad  situations.

Ive been thinking about how Loki suffered, because change is only acceptable when it benefits the most priviledged. Gods and people alike are made uncomfortable by the way Loki and people like him challendge the status quo.


I think about the degradation of his chacaracter, about the double standards he was held to, the physical, mental, emotional (and in some interpretations, sexual) abuse that he endured. And I think about Loki did not give a fuck. He pushed and pushed his point because it was necessary.

He didnt stop until the others, including the very people he counted as family and friends, threw it back into his face and said, “We will divide your children and turn them against each other, and then against you. We will use them to bind you to our will, and then we break you. This is where we stand, we will die on this hill.”

I think about the pain and despair he must have felt– enough to rival the pain of the venom dripping snake? How long until he could speak to Sygyn? How until he could look her in the eye? What did she say to him while she had him at her mercy?

Because the first thing he did when he got free was go, “hey, remember that time you said youd die? Why dont you make good on that promise.”


Apply this myth to the real world and we can see this battle play out over and over again for eons. The battle against necessary change. It has happened before, it is happening now, it will happen again– im refering to a rather simplified version of mythic time, here, and how the gods just ARE at any given moment.

And I want to get to my point now, which is how this is Loki’s story– and therefore our story.

I hear a lot of, “but theres two sides to every story!!” But not this time. This story belongs to us.

Think about all the racist, homophobic, mysogynistic, and bigoted people in heathenry– they demonize Loki and all of us for relating to him. They are on the otherside of the field, loud and proud about how against Loki they are.

I hear you saying, ultimately Loki, and many others, die bringing about the destruction of the world, right? Loki dies, everyone dies, no body wins, its a pointless battle? how is this a good thing?


I admit it is not fun. It is terrible and painful, people die– but that doesnt make it pointless. Loki didnt lose, guys, he did exactly what he set out to do, which wasnt to “end the world for the sake of utter destruction” as so many put it but to “end the world as we knew it.”

Im not saying this is the ragnorak happening in real time. Im not saying we need to collectively go out and martyr ourselves. There is no need. People are scared, and suffering, and dying right now–  the LGBT / queer community, our people of color, the disabled and mentally ill. We’ve been enduring pain and casualties for years.

I AM saying that the most recent chapter of our struggles has hit its hardest point, and we ve got a long four years ahead of us– but after every iteration of The End™ the lore says a new world is created.

This is our story, our end will be a good one, dont give up.

— and as a disclaimer, I am not suggesting that all the other gods are bad or even that this is only for Lokeans. Im just making a post about Loki and his story from a Lokeans perspective. Maybe it will help you, maybe it wont, both are okay.

A really quick stress relief doodle because Ive been working on school the whole day.. Ive only played overwatch a few times and im notoriously bad at it but I love Lucio and his beautiful eyebrows

when i have a few good days in a row, i always convince myself i made up the bad days, i think all the drama is behind me, i tell everybody im really on my way to improvement this time. for real this time. & it feels like im telling the truth this time

then i realise i havent washed my clothes in a week. all the food in the fridge has expired, everyone i know is out to get me, ive been sitting in the same twisted posture for five hours & it looks like the walls are breathing. & the good days are over, i realise. this time was just as brief a time as any other. & ill only get worse from here

For those who are having a bad day, week, month, or even year, here’s some YouTuber inspiration.

Roughed Up

Originally posted by lovelytheo

Requested by: Anonymous

Request:  Do you think you can do a Four x reader one where she picks Dauntless and is awesome but she is always sporting new bruises/bloody noses etc from fighting and he hates it when she gets roughed up?

A/N: you guys have the right to hate me now. i haven’t posted in over a week, I know. there’s honestly no excuse, school wasn’t that bad. the honest reason is that ive been binge watching the 100 and im hooked. so im sorry for the delay and i hope you enjoy this imagine!

Four hated seeing you like this. Bloody, bruised and battered. Unfortunately, that’s how you showed up to the cafeteria and training every single day. It was a normal thing for you to show up to places sporting a bloody nose, a cut lip or a bruised eye. Everyone got used to it, realizing that nothing or no one would be able to put a stop to your desire to fight. After a while, it became somewhat of a game to the other initiates. They would be trying to guess where you got your fresh injuries. Was it a fight with Peter? A brawl with Molly? They never knew. Rumors were created left and right, all false information of course, but you didn’t care, you loved being the center of attention.  What no one certainly knew was that Four hated it. Yes, tall, handsome and coldhearted Four worried about your, of all peoples, safety.

What definitely wasn’t a secret was that you and Tobias had a love-hate relationship. One moment the two of you could be all smiles and the next second Four is dodging a knife thrown at his head by no one other than you.

Today was the final fight between the two top initiates: You and Peter; and to say you were excited would be an understatement. You desperately wanted to wipe the smug look off his face when he talked about his high chances of beating you to his friends, and this was your way to do. You could practically hear his taunts that he would exclaim for everyone to hear when he joined you on the fighting mat:

“I may go easy on her, you know, because of her rough past. Oh, you didn’t know? Let me enlighten you. You see Y/N over there had a very rough childhood, with her parents neglecting her and all. I believe violence is her escape. Although, on the inside, she is just another scared, starving little girl.”

The thing that hurts you the most was that all he was saying was true. You did have a rough past. Your parents brutality was the real reason you left Amity (ironic isn’t it?) for Dauntless, a place you could exercise all the built up anger that had accumulated over the years. But that was your past. However, in your present, you wanted to make sure Peter ended up in the hospital wing  with a dented skull.

Peter approached you on the mat slowly, almost cautiously, and brought out his hand in a handshake gesture. You looked at him in disgust but reluctantly joined hands in a bone-crushing handshake. The two of you then took on a fighting stance, waiting for the word GO so you could blow each others faces off.

As soon as Eric said GO the two of you began circling around the mat, looking for a weakness in each other. Unfortunately, he found yours first and kicked you in the crook of your knee, destabilizing you. He attempted to come at you while you were still unstable but you managed to grab his head in the process and knee him in the stomach area. He fell to the floor, but not before tripping you, causing you to slam your head down on the mat with such force you felt your nose break. You refused to let it stop you though, you ignored the blood spilling from your nose and regained your composure then quickly straddled his waist before he could get up. Instead of just choking him, so he could be forced to surrender, you felt a wave of anger come upon you. A sudden aggressiveness and crave for revenge took over your wanting to win, now you wanted to hear him beg.

You grasped him by the neck and held him down, preventing him from moving. With your second hand, you planted a nose-breaking punch on his face. He screamed in pain but it didn’t phase you, you weren’t done with him yet. You continued bringing your fist down on his face, ignoring his cries. You were filled with such a rage that couldn’t be extinguished by an apology. Bloodshed was the only answer.

“Never-talk-about-my-family-again,” you yelled at him in between punches, “Or-you’ll-be-sorry-you-ignorant-basta—.” You were interrupted when you a felt strong pair of arms grab your waist and pull you out of the scene. You thrashed in the person’s grasp, desperately wanting to go and finish off what you started but your ‘kidnapper’ wouldn’t allow it.

You were taken into a neat and plain room and dropped gently on a bed.

“What was that about.” The voice asked you. You immediately recognized that voice to be Four’s.

“What do you mean Four, it was a fight, and I won.” You retorted back.

“You know what I mean, you don’t usually go this far. He could have gotten seriously hurt you know?” He said while turning around to look at you. You honestly didn’t care if he got hurt, you wouldn’t even give a shit if he died in fact. His choice of words largened a fire that was growing in the pit of your stomach.

“I honestly don’t care if he got hurt Four! You’re only acting so calm about this because he doesn’t say it to you! Do you know how it feels for someone to bring up your past that you don’t want to remember? I ate from my wealthy parents’ garbage because they ceased to remember that I existed. One night wouldn’t go by where I wasn’t reminded that I was a mistake. A shame to my family’s name. Hell, Four I was beaten for just existing! You don’t know how it feels for Peter to reopen a wound that I heavily concealed with this aggressive façade! It hurts Four! It really does! So next time don’t go running your mouth defending a man that has been causing me so much emotional pain all, this time, you ignorant jackass!”

By now you were crying. You’ve never willingly told someone one about your past. It wasn’t something that you really wanted to relive. What really pissed you off was that Four was standing there with a plain, unreadable facial expression. You just spilled out your life to him and he didn’t even bother saying anything. Composing yourself you rushed to his bathroom and locked the door.

When you looked in the mirror you wanted to scream. You looked dreadful (same lol). You were sweating, your eyes were red, around your nose area was swelling and bleeding and your hair was a birds nest. Overall, you looked like you were hit by a bus. Not bothering to make yourself look better you slid down the bathroom door and sat there, biting your bottom lip to suppress the tears and sobs that were threatening to come out.

“Y/N…Y/N…” Four called out from the opposite side of the bathroom door. “I’m uh… sorry, since you told me about you, you deserve to know a little about me.”

Then he proceeded to tell you about how his father, Marcus, beat him, how his mother died at a young age, how people are still looking for Marcus’ ‘lost son’, how his emotionless façade came to be and how Jeanine Matthews has been tracking him down, forcing him to relive his nightmares. Something dawned on you while the two of you were sharing life stories, the two of you were very much alike. You suddenly felt bad for screaming at him like he didn’t have his own problems to deal with.

You unlocked the door and slowly proceeded to come out. Before you were ready he grabbed you and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. It lasted for what seemed to be hours as you guys felt almost safe in each other’s embrace. He broke the silence.

“You know I don’t really do this,” he said with his face buried in your hair. You gave a small nod, not wanting to ruin the moment. Few minutes of silence went by before you were the one to break the calamity.

“Thanks for this Four, I uh, really appreciate this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, pulling away from the hug and looking for any sign of uncertainty in your eyes, “Now come on, let’s get that nose fixed,” He said while dragging you towards the bed and pulling out a first aids kit.

From then on you knew that there was only one person that you could drop your aggressive aura around, and that person was Four.