leaving soon!

IT’S HAPPENING

TOP SURGERY IS A GO!!!

Hoo boy I’m so sorry for updating you guys late on this, I just wanted to make sure everything was taken care of first and it was for sure I’d be able to get the surgery. And I am!! I have all the medical documents I need for the surgery, I got my therapist letter, and more importantly the surgery fee is finally paid off.

I can’t thank you guys enough for your help and donations– you helped me make this possible and I’m just so grateful to all you guys right now ahh!!!  Seriously y’all, thank you so much for your support, you guys are awesome!

I’ve dreamed of this day for so long and i can’t believe it’s finally happening! My surgery is on May 31st so you won’t see me around for a few days while I recover. But as soon as I do I’ll make sure to update you guys on how things went!

Again, thank you so much!!

anonymous asked:

@acurlyphil @byeloverz @lolzorhowlter @philester @phillester @lcssamazingphil @musclester @danielbear @lightninginthenightsky @haleykinz @jilliancares i lov them all (and ofc @astronautdan ian loml sorry for all the urls but I just have so much love)

@acurlyphil @byeloverz @lolzorhowlter @philester @phillester @lcssamazingphil @musclester @danielbear @lightninginthenightsky @haleykinz @jilliancares

send me the @’s of people you love!

Based on the intrepid investigation of one of my followers, I think I may have located a small Ginkgo tree in my town. I can’t tell for certain but I’m about 80% sure.

I was directed to the archive of a local newspaper from 1963 in which a small article was written about two Ginkgo donated to the town in November, 1963, the day after Kennedy’s assassination in remembrance of his death, planted on the corner of the lawn of the now abandoned town armory.

I did a slow drive by of it today on my way back from the meadow and am pretty sure it’s a Ginkgo tree, albeit small.

So, assuming I can get permission from whoever it is I need permission from (which I’m pretty sure is just the town, as the property it’s on is now abandoned), I should be able to have Ginkgo leaves in my shop soon! It’s been an interesting experience locating them!

anonymous asked:

12 clexa please!!

things you said when you thought i was asleep


Lexa traced Clarke’s warm skin with her fingertips. She knew that she’d have to wake her up soon to leave. Her heart contracted at the thought of watching Clarke ride off and leave her in Polis. She wanted to hold on just one more day, an extra hour, even just five more minutes.

It was selfish and Lexa knew that. They had this moment and that should have been more than enough for her. As much as she willed it to satisfy her it only made Lexa crave Clarke more than ever.

The warnings she had been given her entire life played in her head, echoing continuously forcing her to hear them.

‘To be Commander is to be alone.’

Lexa shut her eyes tightly and tried to drown out the words. She opened her eyes again and let her eyes take in Clarke’s form sleeping peacefully next to her. Her blonde hair reflecting the golden light of the sun and giving her an angelic glow that made Lexa’s heart skip a beat.

“I love you,” Lexa whispered, moving her fingers to run through Clarke’s hair softly. “I love you and I don’t think I could stop that even if I wanted to stop.” Lexa sighed, and felt the sadness that weighed heavily on her chest grow as more time slipped away.

Lexa moved so her body was flushed against Clarke’s back under the thick furs. “I want this everyday. I want to wake up next to you and be this happy.” Lexa placed a soft kiss into Clarke’s hair and took a deep breath.

“You’re right Clarke.” Lexa whispered into Clarke’s hair. “Life is about more than just surviving. It’s about finding someone worth living for.” A warm tear finally escaped from Lexa’s eye. She decided to wait just one more minute before she woke Clarke up.

What she couldn’t see were bright blue eyes filled with tears holding onto the dream of just letting Lexa hold her for another day, hour, or even five more minutes.

PSA

Hi faaaaam - if you didn’t see the post on @chuuyaaf - I will soon be leaving that blog and redirecting to this one. I want this blog to be a writing blog and not just an edit reblog type of blog! 

I’ll still be writing LTD and answering requests! Please send in some, I want to get back on track with writing on this blog asap~ As a gift, I’ll be posting the next part of Living to Die on this blog at some point today! 

<3

anonymous asked:

Nate put on the uncomfortably damp shirt back on as he nodded to Hunter dully. He felt out of it. It had almost passed being too much as Nate felt numb. The recording still going but long forgotten. Nate looked back at it with a sigh. They'd have to start over if they did in fact, start again. Hunter really was nice, wasn't he? He was wonderful. He'd leave him soon. Under different reasons of course, but he knew the truth. That's why he couldn't keep a steady relationship. -Re

*screeches* The angst 😅 What are you talking about, I’m not crying, you’re crying…

anonymous asked:

Aaaaa I saw a previous ask and Midu-samaa,thank you for not leaving the ososan fandom. We love your beautiful art so much. Especially your choukei art. I hope you don't leave so soon ;A; I heard ososan is getting a lot of seasons bc of it's popularity in japan so the fandom may continue to be alive for years haha

ahh thank you very much for the kind words// 

I’ve been not so active on tumblr or twitter nowadays because of the game I’m playing lol but I still love ososan and i’ll occasionally post ososan arts too!! 

I hope the second season to be out soooooon ;w;!!!

Blogrates!!

Since I couldn’t write that fic and I have no other requests to do (and someone recommended this a little while back):

I’m doing blogrates again!

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-go ahead and reblog this if you’d like

-send me a song rec or just this 🔮

-Blacklist “mikayla’s blogrates” if you don’t want to see these

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Poor Yurio can’t catch a break, even over long distance video calls (Viktor you act oblivious but we all know otherwise)

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you think people can’t tell

more watery aesthetics I guess

its tea

second ones transparent

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source

does dennis maybe Really NOT know abt macs crush??? like we use his manipulating macs attraction as evidence that he knows but? i was thinkin abt it and he? does that to everyone? like he just assumes everyones attracted to him lmao ?? i definitely think he doesnt realise (or maybe just doesnt consciously acknowledge) that there might be anything more emotional behind it on macs end?? idk

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Park Hyungsik in Singapore

seleneremusravenclaw  asked:

'Was this just like a game to you?' + 'get out of my sight' for iwaoi?

Tooru’s exhausted, heading home after his latest volleyball game. He can feel it seeping into his bones, and he’s longing for a hot shower and a nice long rest in bed.

He isn’t expecting to walk up the sidewalk to his apartment and see Hajime sitting on the stairs, hands pressed together, expression tight.

He’s happy to see his boyfriend, and a smile brightens his features.

“Hajime-”

“Was this just a game to you?” Hajime’s voice is low, and shaky. Tooru’s never heard him talk like this before, the hurt in his voice cutting through Tooru like a knife, completely cutting off what he wanted to say.

Tooru freezes, still in front of the steps. He drops his bag to his feet. All of the excitement he had felt about coming home, seeing Hajime, fizzles away, leaving acid in his stomach. No, no, of course not-

I saw your interview,” Hajime cuts in, closing his eyes, and inhaling sharply. He looks pained, and Tooru can see how hard he’s clenching his hands into fists. How hard he’s shaking. No, this isn’t right-

“No, I’m not involved with anyone,”  Hajime repeats, the exact lines from Tooru’s interview that had ended just hours prior. Tooru can feel the bile building up in his throat. This is wrong-

“No, Hajime-”

“Seriously?” He stands, voice raising. “I-I know that we talked about it, and decided that we’d keep all this quiet… for your career - a gay pro athlete would cause a stir… and you can’t do that, and I get it, I really get it, but…” He lets out a frustrated groan, covering his face with his hands. “But, fuck - you pretending, so easily-”

Tooru pales, “It wasn’t easy-”

“That we haven’t been together for the past five years? I… I didn’t expect it to hurt so badly.” Hajime sighs, and he sounds.. defeated.

Broken.

And, god - Tooru caused that.

Tooru swallows, biting back tears. He takes a step closer, reaching desperately for Hajime - he needs to explain this, fix this, now. He touches his face, fingers pressing familiarly against his cheeks and jaw, but Hajime does… nothing.

He doesn’t lean into him. He doesn’t push him away. He just doesn’t react.

Somehow, that’s even worse.

Tooru drops his hands to his sides, fingernails digging into his palms. He feels blood pearl around each finger, and it only pushes him to press harder. They’d talked about this. Hajime had promised him, he’d told him it was okay - he’d lied. “Hajime, this isn’t fair, you said it was okay-

“For fuck’s sake, we can’t even share an apartment! We’re still visiting each other every other weekend like we’re still in college. I don’t even have a key to yours. I want to be with you, Tooru. I don’t want… this. Hiding. Being too scared to be seen together too much in public. Lying to the world..” Hajime’s voice breaks, and he closes his eyes. “I’m… tired, Tooru. Tired of never feeling like we’re going anywhere. Like I’m not enough. Like… we aren’t enough for you.”

“Hajime, no… I can’t… I don’t… Please, I love you…” Tooru pleads desperately, unable to even cry, he’s too shocked. His own skin is cold as ice; Hajime finally looks at him, and his gaze feels like a needle piercing his heart.

“I don’t know if that’s enough anymore.” Hajime takes a step back and his shoulders sag. “I… I can’t do this right now. I need you out of my sight.” He shakes his head, biting back tears. Tooru chokes on a sob; Hajime doesn’t cry. “Please.”

Tooru doesn’t move. He can’t. Hajime is everything - he’s the one who lifts him up, makes him strong, keeps him safe. He’s the one who talks Tooru off the ledge when everything else seems lost, he’s the one who goes above and beyond to help him, love him-

And Tooru just unknowingly dealt his finishing blow.

It feels like time is standing still. At least that way, Tooru doesn’t have to face it - the openness, the nothingness that he can already feel ebbing in, swirling around, threatening to swallow him up. It’d be easy, just to let himself be consumed by it.

But Tooru looks up, and Hajime is still watching him. Waiting for his reaction.

So he figures out how to move his limbs again. Feels the blood start to pump back into his system, leaving him dizzy. He turns, making room for Hajime, who walks down the stairs and out of Tooru’s life.

It isn’t until Tooru walks back into his apartment that he falls to the floor, and breaks.

Part 2 | Part 3