Thank you guys for extending such kindness and consideration for me. I’m doing better. I’m slowly getting myself together to be on this blog wholly again, and while I’m still a bit uncomfortable with being on here and other accounts, I’m trying. I’ll likely be a bit skittish, but I’m healing. Thank you guys. It’s the people in life who support you that mean the most. The people who drag you down, degrade you, hurt you – well, in the end, someone has to be proven wrong ( and it will be them ).

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anonymous asked:

*whispers* id be down for a continuation on the young shimadas x reader (b/c it's really nice and i like it a lot!)

*finger pistols* I gotchu anon here you go

Part One

It was Hanzo’s day off from playing Who Wants to Be a Shimada Successor. He took the chance to walk home with you, your bag draped over his shoulder, his uniform jacket over yours. It was just the two of you. Genji had skipped between your second and third classes, saying something about how he had more important things to take care of.

“And then he decided the best way to escape the classroom was to jump out of the window,” you told Hanzo, shaking your head. The older Shimada snorted. “Front flip and all. I know the whole ninja thing is supposed to be a secret but I don’t think he can keep using ‘parkour’ as an excuse as to how he does the things he does.”

“Genji does not know how to control himself,” Hanzo said quietly. He slid his arm around your waist to guide you across the street, placing himself between you and the car that slowly stopped. You smiled and pulled the jacket closer to you.

“He’s just showing off.”

Hanzo hummed. “I wonder who he could be showing off to,” he said, looking down at you. He had a smile of his own.

You met his stare and grinned. “You don’t do that,” you pointed out, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

Hanzo made a low sound in the back of his throat. His hand dropped to your hip and pulled you closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Not in public. When it is the three of us, however, we compete to see whose name you will moan first.”

You flushed and stepped out of his grip, turning to walk backwards ahead of him. “Now why would you stay stuff like that while we’re in public? That’s not nice,” you stuttered. Hanzo smirked and crossed his arms.

“Perhaps to see that color in your cheeks. It does bring back fond memories,” he said. Your cheeks burned hotter. You stumbled over your shoes and collided with a form behind you. Arms wrapped around your waist as the person laughed.

“Is he embarrassing you?” Genji asked in your other ear, kissing the space behind your ear with an audible sound. You squeaked and looked up at him. Hanzo closed the gap between you and him and flicked Genji’s nose.

“You skipped out on school. Again.”

“I got bored. I can’t do anyone exciting when I’m there so I thought I would just cut and wait until after school,” he said, squeezing your hips for emphasis.

“Don’t you mean anything?” you asked hesitantly.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t.”

The heat between the two Shimada’s and yourself under Hanzo’s jacket was too much.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this out here?” you wheezed. The bothers exchanged a look before turning their focus on you.

“Let’s take this somewhere else.”

Hello my lovelies, I need some advice

So I’ve started doing kickboxing pretty frequently, but I find myself incredibly out of breath about half way through the session. My teacher says it’s because I don’t know how to control my breathing properly, and I’ve realized that I’ve always had this problem even when I was younger. Does anyone know of any techniques/exercises that can help with controlling one’s breathing during strenuous exercise? Thanks in advance!!

anonymous asked:

You offering up money is a joke. Not entirely because it seems fake, its because people who are pro gun control, know nothing but lies.

I know it is. I will never have to pay. Because they are lying. It’s just funny because liberals are always demanding money from people that earn more than them. So I am offering it on the condition they tell the truth.

But they can’t.

I just left for lunch. Now sitting in the gym like always. My stomach was starting to yell at me. Atleast I get to drink my green tea now. Maybe that will satisfy my stomach. It’s funny. I smell the food, but I don’t want it. I think I finally have control. I know I can do this.

its been said before but this is a daily reminder that mental illness does not excuse toxic behavior

it can offer an explanation, but you cannot treat someone with cruelty and then just like “well sorry it’s my mental illness i can’t help it”

i don’t have a solution, because i know that mental illness by nature can be difficult or impossible to control, but do not let a friend or partner or parent or anyone be a dick to you and say that you have to put up with it because that’s just how they are

or even worse, guilt trip you about being upset with them

i am saying this as someone with a diagnosed mental illness that im on medication for:

mental illness does NOT give anyone the right to treat you badly

and if someone tries to excuse their toxic behavior by claiming it’s mental illness and they cannot help it, that’s a red fucking flag


Hanzo: brother no.

Genji: brother yes.


It can’t protect, it only destroys.


I’ve been drunk since Friday and I heard a thingy on the radio about one direction fans forcefully introducing the world to a song called No Control, and like I LOVE no control, and all my friends were too hungover to function today, so I drank some more and made this 👍