just trying to get through the day

anonymous asked:

Things get hard and then just when I think I'm past the hard times and start to be happy again I get thrown back in. I'm not sure why I'm telling you specifically but I needed to tell someone and you're a nice person things just look like they're not gonna get better everything is just piling up-cover anon

im glad you came to tell me. you can come here to vent anytime, sweets.

i understand what you’re going through.
you are incredible and im so proud of you for trying to push through. one day you won’t have to fight to push through. i hope that day comes soon for you.

until then, don’t give up my friend.
don’t lose hope.
we are all with you.

stay alive.
you are worth it.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Hmm. I dunno if this is a weird one for not, but it's something I just thought up. How about.... UF and SF skelebros with a S/O who had a baby blanket/stuffed toy they'd kept since childhood? And one day the skellies accidentally throw it out and S/O is really upset and actually kinda mad? Cause it had a lot of sentimental value, like it was a gift from a grandparent?

UF!Papyrus:

He’s really confused when he first sees the toy. He assumes it’s some kind of chewed up dumb dog toy, so he throws it out. When he discovers your reaction, he’s immediately upset with himself, and goes as far to search through the rubbish bin just to try and get it. He later gives the poor plush toy a good proper washing- it’s only right, after all it’s been through! Once all is said and done, he gives it back to you, with a pink ribbon neatly wrapped around it as an apology. Then he just kind of continues with his daily business, as if nothing ever happened. 

UF!Sans:

This silly edgy skeleton actually left it til it was delivered to the rubbish tip. Once he realises: shit, shit, shit- he’s stumbling all over the place with apologies as he practically rushes to go after the rubbish truck. There’s some kind of argument that sparks from the rubbish tip guy and the edgy skeleton, but in the end, after hours of searching through the truck, he actually finds it for you. He later just kind of drops it at your feet, a sheepish grin on his face. God, he’s so sorry, babe. He immediately offers to wash it with you, if you don’t object. It’s just the kind of skeleton he is- even though he’s well .. an asshole sometimes, he’s willing to make promises nevertheless. He .. might have to shower after being in that rubbish as well.

SF!Papyrus:

It happens in the middle of spring cleaning, and the toy is discarded without second thoughts, him believing it’s just some kind of dog toy that a certain white dog left behind on accident. Once you tell him about the sentimental value, he immediately takes it out of the bin and gives it a wash. He mumbles out a gruff apology before taking off to finish the rest of his work, making sure to be extra careful next time.

SF!Sans:

He’s, um .. a bit of a jerk about it at first. He’s so confused on why you’re so upset with him about it until you tell him about how much it means to you- and practically tips the bin upside down to search for it. Luckily it’s not too stained, as his bin just mostly consists of paper and dust. He brushes it all off for you before handing it back, mumbling something about having to do paperwork before disappearing. He’s a bit embarrassed about his mistake.

I haven’t updated in forever. Work has been beyond hectic and I’ve had no free time. I’m halfway through my contract and some big changes are about to take place soon. I can’t believe March is right around the corner but so much has happened in the past couple of months. Unfortunately it’s been getting harder to keep in touch with friends and build long term relationships. It’s hard for a lot of people to understand my crazy schedule but I’m trying not to feel stressed about it because I know I’m doing my best with my given situation. I’m just pushing through day by day to complete my contract. I’ve been thinking about what I want to do and where I can work after I complete this contract but it still seems quite far away haha

Health update~

Turns out I can’t have plants in my room cause it causes my asthma to flare up lol and I don’t know why I didn’t realize this because I am allergic to everything green and beautiful in life. I think I watered one of my plants too much and it released some sort of chemical and fucked my lungs up. Anywho, once I moved my plants downstairs 3 days ago, my lungs started to get better- they’re just about 100% clear!

As for everything else, it’s coming along slowly. I’ve been hiding for a couple of days trying not to deal with real life, but we can’t avoid that, now can we? One of my cats is very sick and I don’t think he’ll make it through this time… and I’ve accepted it, if it’s his time. He’s quite old and I don’t want him to suffer any longer. I am worried about his brother, though. I know cats can get depressed if another cat they’re fond of dies… If anyone has any experience in dealing with this sort of thing, let me know, please.

I am once again dealing with a disconnect between me and my practice, but with all that’s going on, I guess I shouldn’t be too worried. I’m gonna meditate tonight and hopefully get some clarity on the direction my life is headed and bring in some healing energy for my sweet cat.

Positive vibes, loves.

If you’re reading this and you’re not happy right now, you will be.
I don’t know what you’re going through.
Everyone has their own type of darkness that they’re trying to make sense of, but no matter how dark it gets, you’ll do it.
Things will get better, you will get better.
Life will become brighter, and you’ll look back on days like these when you couldn’t look forward to the next hour, let alone the next day.
When you do, you’ll smile, maybe even laugh, and it’ll hit you.
You turned out just fine.
What to do when you get a bad grade

1. Don’t mope around and keep beating yourself up. That will only distract you from your studying, and stop you from doing your best in other subjects.

2. Remember a bad grade is only a bad grade. It doesn’t mean you’re worthless or have failed as a person.

3. Try and find a way to let your feelings out through some kind of physical activity. For example, through running, jogging, or going to the gym.

4. Aim to do better on the next test you have. There will still be other tests where you can get a higher mark. Maybe see it as a wake-up call, and change your study habits.

5. Try and figure out why you received the bad grade. Do you need to study more, or to learn some new techniques? Did you not fully understand the course material? Did you just have a bad day, or were you tired or feeling sick?

6. Get extra help from your teachers if you need it. Most of them are happy to answer students’ questions.

7. Be determined to keep going and to persevere. It’s easier to do well with a good attitude.

It’s getting bad again– I was doing okay for a little while, going out, meeting new people, working and distracting myself in any way. But when I’m struggling and find myself in difficult situations and need to feel like there’s somebody behind me, somebody there for me when I’m overwhelmed and scared, I turn around and remember you aren’t there anymore.

Sometimes I feel like I’m going to break, but I’m strong and I know I’ll get through it. It’s not a matter of being dependent on another person to feel secure, but I miss knowing you were that person who knew how to talk me down when my anxiety and panic attacks got out of control, held me and calmed me down when I needed it. How you always knew when to cheer me up or when to just listen to me be upset or sad or however I felt.

I’m trying really hard to let it go and move on, some days are easier than others. Nights can be rough. But how does someone just let go of that? How do you forget about somebody you allowed in your life, opened up to and let yourself become completely vulnerable with without fear?

Now it’s just me and I’ll do just fine. But you were my person. I don’t know how much longer it’ll take for me to be okay with the fact that you’re not there anymore.

—  aftertheam, Things I’ll never say to you
I’m just trying, you know? Day by day, second by second, I’m trying to keep myself together.
—  🖤

Viktor obviously has lots of money.

And I can see him taking Yuri out on a date one day. Yuri thinks its just a fun, little, outing- they get lunch together, take a walk through the park– but then Viktor suggests shopping!

Yuri agrees because ‘window shopping is fun!’

He’s horrified by the prices of everything, in all the stores they stop in.

Yuri is so glad that they’re only window shopping, because who even has enough money to spend $500 on a bracelet.

Despite that, Viktor casually has Yuri point out things he likes. Viktor even has Yuri try on some clothes or jewelry “just for fun”.

Yuri does and the two of them have a good rest of the day messing around, trying out $2,000 sunglasses, $100 shirts, $200 shoes, etc.

The next day, Yuri wakes up to his room, full of wrapped presents.
Hes confused and like wtf but Viktor pokes his head in the room when he hears Yuri stirring around and is like. “OPEN! Open everything! (^♡^)”

And Yuri does. And hes so shocked and surprised and taken aback because every gift he opens is one of the things he pointed out to Viktor yesterday. Viktor made sure he didn’t miss out on anything.

Yuri is literally brought to tears because Viktor just spent a FORTUNE on him. Yuri insists Viktor bring it back to the stores because its way too much money.

Viktor laughs gently and holds his crying boyfriend, wiping his tears.
“But aren’t you happy, Yuri?”

“I am but–”

And Viktor kisses Yuri’s lips gently.
“Then that’s all that matters. There’s no price to your happiness ♡”

And Yuri just is so appreciative and happy and feeling so spoiled.

Viktor is just cuddling him and cooing sweet nothings.

“Only the best for my Yuri♡”

  • *at the office*
  • Virgo: Who drank all the coffee and didn't make more?
  • Aquarius: What are you the coffee police or something?
  • Virgo: Just an earth sign trying to find efficiency in this chaotic world-
  • Sagittarius: Damn Aqua, why did you set him off so early!?!?!
  • Aquarius: *shrugs*
  • Virgo: -and all I ask is to have some brewed caffeine to get me through the day, so please just make some more if you finish the pot
  • Aquarius: Yes sir, understood sir! *salutes*
  • Virgo: I know you're being pretentious but I'm going to take it *walks off*
  • Aquarius: *looks at Sagittarius* 3 - 2 - and - 1 -
  • Virgo: who the fuCK USED THE LAST PIECE OF PAPER IN THE PRINTER AND DIDN'T REFILL IT!?!?!
  • Aquarius: how would we entertain ourselves without that guy, gotta love him
Being married to Loki would involve...

Originally posted by lokihiddlelaufeyson

(Not my gif)

  • Defending him whenever Odin or anyone for that matter is putting him down or comparing him to Thor
  • Trying to reason with him when he’s planning world domination and stuff
  • Loki always calling you “My King/Queen”
  • Both of you standing together and judging people when you’re forced to appear at balls and feasts
  • Sitting together for hours, sometimes in silence, because you’re each other’s favourite person
  • Reading aloud to each other
  • “Can you go back to the start of the chapter? I wasn’t paying attention.” “Are you kidding me…?”
  • Frigga being like a mother to you
  • You running through the palace to try and get to Loki before the guard to tell him about Frigga’s death, because you know that the guard will not break it to him gently
  • You get there just as the guard is leaving, in time to see Loki breaking down
  • Loki going crazy if he hears someone offend you
  • You visiting him every day in the dungeons, until one day you go and he is not there
  • You find out about him and Thor going to the Dark World, and you are worried sick
  • Your fears are made real when Thor returns alone
  • Loki wanting to reveal that he is still alive, but thinking that you are safer without him
  • After a while you work it out anyway
  • “How did you know?” “Odin doesn’t strut, you idiot.”

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I read about girls made of sunlight and moonlight, girls that make you feel at home just by walking into the room, girls with gold hearts and bright eyes.

i read about these girls and think about how I don’t fit in. i think about the dirt under my nails, the way I’m always too loud, how I can’t get through a conversation without saying the wrong thing. i think about how distant I can be.

i’ll never be able to relate to the girls who weave stars in their hair, the girls Aphrodite bows too, the girls with voices like rain. but I think that’s okay because
there are girls with voices that echo like thunder and I’m still listening. there are girls with eyes that don’t remember how to brighten, girls who forgot what it feels like to have the sun on their skin, girls who are just trying to make it to the next day so they can make it to the day after that.

there are girls who feel like hurricanes, girls who only feel like hurting, girls with enough anger in them to take out a whole city block.

there are girls who don’t want to be called yours, girls who keep tasers in their back pocket and by god if you get close they will use it.

i read about all the sunlight girls and the moonlight girls and
i think about the girls who are neither, but still just as worth it.
i think about how I am neither, but still just as worth it.

Here’s your Friday panda cub update from Jennifer A.! #ZAPandas #OnlyZooATL

The building has been extra quiet with two fewer pandas. Even the newest twins have been just quietly making it through their day, eating and sleeping, and eating and sleeping. They are beginning to show a bit more personality and interaction both with Lun Lun and with us. We are continuing to get regular body temperatures for each girl in addition to stimulating them to eliminate urine and feces. During these times when we have to handle the cubs, we are beginning to see quite sassy little personalities. Both cubs are beginning to try to swat the thermometer away when we put it under their little arms. It’s pretty cute now, but it won’t be soon when they get a bit stronger.
Jennifer A.
Keeper II, Mammals

Criminals of the FAHC’s caliber hardly need tangible christmas presents - when you spend all year taking whatever you want whenever you want it the idea of requesting something then patiently waiting around to see if someone else steals it for you seems utterly laughable. That said, the Fake’s have their own take on Kris Kringle; they all draw a name out of a box, and on Christmas they deliver that person a head.

Not always a literal head mind, they aren’t actually all bloodthirsty enough to want to deal with decapitated parts, and Geoff swears he’s going to kill the next person who leaves corpses around the penthouse, but vengeance on a platter is the name of the game.

It might come in the form of the bank details of a sworn enemy, or the keys to their shiny prize car. It might be the disappearance of a problem or the unwilling reapperace of someone who owed a debt, might be the news that that one annoying gang has been run out of the city or a video presentation of CCTV footage displaying the moment a particularly aggravating detective got his comeuppance. It all depends on who is doing the giving; the more technically inclined go for digital displays, the smooth-talkers cheat and swindle, the bruisers break, maim and murder and Geoff overcompensates.

There are many strengths in the greater FAHC but they are all, to a fault, showboaters of the highest order and the Christmas bonanza is their biggest chance to show off. The Kris Kringle was born as a way to give gifts their crewmates would actually enjoy but over the years it has devolved, like most anything the Fake’s are involved with, into a glorified pissing contest. A talent show as much as an exchange of gifts, everyone competing to come up with the best present of the year, the most impressive undertaking, the most appreciative recipient.

For citizens of Los Santos the period running up to Christmas is basically a hellscape, members of the FAHC running around on a a dozen different completely bizarre missions, serious and driven in a way that comes only with fierce competition. For any enemies of the crew the period running up to Christmas is more or less open season, the possibility of attack as high as it is unpredictable, standard revenge tactics abandoned in favour of elaborate plans and ingenious traps. For the FAHC the period running up to Christmas is the most high stress, hectic, entertaining internal arms race of the year, rife with secrets, subterfuge, red herrings and, invariably, at least one headless corpse.

Just wanted to say that we’re all in this together. It may look bad right now, but let’s hope this will unite us and make us stronger.

Just remember to breathe, and that we’ll all get through this together, no matter what. I love you all, and I hope you all sleep well and do your best the next day, and I wish nothing but the best for everyone in the future.

It’ll all be okay, and let’s all hope for good days ahead of us, even if things may look bad at the moment. Just remember to breathe, and hope.

Some of My Better Self-Care Techniques
  • Read 
  • Write some poetry
  • Write some fiction
  • Write out my feelings in a letter or journal (and then tear it up if I said something mean or need additional stress relief)
  • Punch a pillow
  • Listen to music and sing
  • Write a song 
  • Play my violin
  • Take my pills
  • Have a snack, like fruit or dark chocolate
  • Take a shower
  • Take a nap
  • Do my makeup or try on a cute outfit
  • Go through a list of everything I’m proud of myself for that day/in my life
  • Play with my puppy
  • Go on a walk/bike ride/hike
  • Hang out with my family
  • Watch a movie/tv show
  • Make a list (of things to do, goals, or anything really, just to sort out my brain)
  • Snuggle up in a warm, soft blanket
  • Go find a friend (If I’m feeling up to it)
  • Get something done
  • Get absorbed in some irrelevant research on the internet
  • Take some selfies
  • Cry
  • Remind myself of things/people I’m grateful for and love

Every time I pay a medical bill I get put on some kind of list that leads to me getting called multiple times a day by people trying to sell me health insurance. Sometimes it’s up around 12 or 15 times a day. Sometimes the calls are so frequent, as soon as I hang up another one starts.

I can’t ignore all of them, because it’s always possible something could be an actual important call I need to answer with a number I don’t recognize, but if I hear the same sales pitch start I’m just like “If you’re trying to sell me health insurance, I’m not interested, I’m insured through my job, thanks.”

So this one (very normal sounding) guy starts reading from the script, I recognize it and politely turn him down, he makes this sound like “WAUGH!” and hangs up.

Like… Sorry I didn’t want your health coverage, Wario?

okay, but listen, you know what really gets me?

barely a year ago, if jack had been injured mid-game, he would have brooded about it for the rest of the day. he would have berated himself for not being more careful, for not being quicker, for not being strong enough to just wipe off the blood and finish the play. after surgery, he would have retreated to his dark, empty room and put his head between his knees, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore the hot pulsing of the freshly-stitched wound under his jaw, the voice drilling outward from the center of his forehead: be better, be better, be better

but now? He has Bitty.

He has Bitty, and Jack comes home with his phone already tucked under his ear, the top buttons of his shirt pulled loose, his jacket slung comfortably over his forearm. He turns on the lights. “I mean, I could’ve gone back into the game, Bits,” he says, and he says it with an easy smile, says it without thinking I’m ashamed that I didn’t.

It’s not to say that his neck has stopped aching, or that his skin has stopped feeling stiff and raw and sore. “I’m pretty lucky, it could’ve been a tooth. Teeth,” he teases, just to hear Bitty fuss on the other side of the line, and in response Jack smiles enough to make his stitches twinge. He opens his lunch box and pulls out Bitty’s post-it, wipes away a stray blotch of jam and smooths out the corner. I’m pretty lucky, he thinks again, when a year ago he would have thought this shouldn’t have happened at all.

A year ago, Jack would have fallen asleep that night to the endless replaying of the roaring crowd and the puck colliding like a missile into his jaw. Now, he falls asleep with the steady, gentle echo of Bitty’s “I love you” nestled beside his ear—and when he dreams, he dreams of tomorrow.

no, but you know what gets to me the most in the new scene? the fact that Even called Isak out for being a bad a liar. And then when Isak asks about the party, Even gets all quiet and makes up a lie about how his mom wanted him to come home for dinner etc. And Isak can see right through him too. He can see that Even is lying. That Even isn’t a better liar. But he doesn’t call him out on it. He doesn’t make a comment like ‘oh come on, I’d be fun if you joined’ or try to pressure him or anything. He just says “just take one day at a time”.

White Lies

Title: White Lies Part One [Smooth!Bucky x Shy!Reader]

Summary: [AU!College Setting] In which you try to use dishonesty to get Natasha to stop bothering you about your love life for one day, and end up scoring a date instead.

Length: 2500+ words

Natasha was the best interrogator in the world.

She could see through deceit like no one else, and extract all the information she wanted in regular conversations. She was your closest friend, but also your most dangerous one when she became curious about your love life.

Or lack of.

She had your best interests at heart, but you just wanted a break from the constant blind dates she’d set up and the suspicious timing she’d have of conveniently tossing you in front of men she knew you secretly approved of. It was getting extremely difficult to ward off her attempts of securing you a relationship, and her meddling had finally caught up to your nerves.

You needed to take matters into your own hands.

“Did you actually go on that date that you claimed to have?” she questioned as she plucked a banana from the abundance of fruits in front of her. You winced at her blunt, curious tone. You kept your eyes deliberately trained on the selection of food in front of you and grabbed your items at a sluggish pace to buy yourself some time to come up with an answer.

You could feel her stare burning a hole into the side of your face and you finally let out a drawn out sigh and gave her a half-hearted shrug.  “I did.”

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