let me do what i want to do

cherryblossomteapot  asked:

As a latina teen, I have a lot of worry about if I really have the chance to make a difference, and go far in life. What can you say that will help me and will encourage me to keep going?

First, you have to believe that you can make a difference. You have to reflect on what you can do to contribute and realize that no matter how small, it’s one more step toward achieving your goal. You must also surround yourself with people who will encourage you and tell you that the sky is the limit. To me, that was my family. I was stubborn enough to believe my parents that I can be whoever I wanted to be, so I worked hard to do just that.

As a Latina, we face challenges that are unique to us, but it doesn’t mean that we let anything stop us! I hope that as a U.S. Senator, young Latinas will see that if I can do it, they can, too.  

mysticmessofcrap  asked:

Could you write the RFA + minor trio reacting to MC having bad period cramps??

Oh god this was me a few days ago ahhhh. sorry though but I don’t really do vanderwood since I don’t know them that well so I only do RFA and v and saeran ~~ mod stranger

Zen: he’ll let you chill and rest as much as you want + some really good massages too

Originally posted by javqueen

Yoosung: CUDDLES TIME. he honestly feels so bad for what you have to go through so he’ll listen to whatever it is you want to say too

Originally posted by prestoncarbonaro

Jaehee: she knows what you’re going through and this is the only time she’ll actually spoil you with food so you don’t think about your cramps

Originally posted by shineemoon

Jumin: he has no idea what’s going on he hires a thousand doctors to check on you but once he passes that initial phase of not knowing he’ll pamper you to the max

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Seven: he’ll let you eat as many honey Buddha chips as you want but at one point he’ll get worried about how much you’re eating

Originally posted by modernfamily-abc

Saeran: he NEVER shares his ice cream with anyone but he’ll actually share some with you

Originally posted by jikookized

V: he has no idea what to do except feed you (’That’s what you do to feel better right?’) so when you start to feel calmer while eating he knows what to do next time

Originally posted by jkdramaniac

The Last Five Years || Conor

Request: could you write a “the last five years au” with connor?



I called Jack to help me pack my bags. I went downtown and closed the bank account. It’s not about another shrink. It’s not about another compromise. I’m not the only one who’s hurting here. I don’t know what the hell is left to do. You never saw how far the crack had opened. You never knew I had run out of rope and I could never rescue you. All you ever wanted was for me to rescue you but I couldn’t no matter how I tried. All I could do was love you hard and let you go. God, I loved you. So we could fight or we could wait or I could go.

You read the letter over and over again, blinked back the tears just to keep reading it, just to make sure you had read it properly. Surely the ring left beside the sealed envelop with your name on it told you that you had.

Conor had left you.

The last five years with him flashed in your head every time you read the letter. You remembered the day you met him, in LA while he was at Vidcon. You hadn’t gone to Vidcon but you were on holiday there in LA and ran into him on the streets. You fell for his eyes first. You couldn’t remember how the rest went. Hell, you couldn’t even remember who gave the other their number first. But you remembered how his eyes shined like the bright California sun.

You remembered meeting up with him once you were both back in London. The coffee dates, the walks in the park, the evening dinners that lead to a little bit more as the night wore down. Then the day he met your parents. The day you met his. The day you suggested you moved in together. The day he said yes. You were so happy to be with him. So happy to be in love with him.

You had dreams of being an actress, but those dreams were hard to make a reality. Failed audition after failed audition, there were so many days that you just came home, curled up in a ball on the couch, and talked to Conor about how you were sure you were destined to fail and become a sad and pathetic housewife for the rest of your life. You remembered one day in particular. He sat you up and sang you a song he had been working on. Classic Conor. His career in music was already taking off. He spent half of his time writing songs and the other half going to meetings and dinners with people on his label.

The song served to cheer you up. He took your hand and the two of you danced around the room. For the few minutes you danced, you forgot why you had been so sad in the first place. He had a way of doing that to you. Once he finished his song, he took your hands in his and looked in your eyes. “I believe in you,” he told you firmly. Then, he handed you a folded up newspaper and said, “Here are all the open auditions in town. There’s about a hundred roles you would be perfect for.” You smiled gently and took the paper from his hand. “I can get Oli to take some great head shots of you. It’ll be perfect. I believe in you.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“I love you,” he said with a smile.

“I love you too.”

And then you got a part in a real show. You were so happy. Conor was happy too, he really was. He was just so caught up in work. That’s how it usually was. After an audition that you thought went particularly well you’d call him. You were almost always brought to voicemail these days. Hours later he’d text you and say he was proud and sorry that he missed your call. Work was just so busy. Gotta finish that album. Gotta talk about shows and a tour. Wouldn’t it be cool to tour? You could go with him. Life on the road.

Then there was the wedding. It was small, just your closest friends and family. God, you were so happy to marry him. You felt like, even though his work was crazy, him marrying you was his way of showing you that nothing was ever more important than you were. 

The honeymoon stage faded quickly. It was always work. It was always his work and never yours. Your auditions didn’t matter as much as a new song he had written. Then there were always those damn parties. His producers and managers and label always threw dinner parties and he always had to go. He would tell you it meant so much for you to go along, but then he’d abandon you almost as soon as you walked through the door. It didn’t always used to be like that. He used to walk with you proudly on his arm, introduce you to everyone in the room. But then the music became more important. The job and the people to impress. It all became more important than you.

You knew he was cheating. The weekends away, the never going to your shows, the missed phone calls and stupid pictures with him and other girls on Instagram. You knew it. You talked to him about it, accused him and fought with him, but he always denied it. Even after smelling the perfume on his shirts or seeing the lipstick stains on his collar, he denied it. You were too hopeful to leave. You were sure he’d stop, sure he’d remember why he loved you in the first place. Sure he’d apologize and change his ways and come right back to you. Sure.

But he never did.

You reread the note again, just to be sure you had read it right. You even looked around, wondering if there were cameras set up. Maybe Jack needed a video idea and thought this sick twisted prank would be a good idea. But there was nothing. Nothing except the note, his set of keys, and a simple gold band sitting on the table. He had new dreams to pursue now, probably new people to meet. Probably a new girl to be in love with.

Looking back, you still didn’t know how it all went wrong, how two people so in love could fall so out of it so quickly. Had it been you? Were you not enough? Did the job consume him? Did your jealousy consume you? Were you just two puzzle pieces that were never quite meant to fit together? Maybe you had just spent the last five years forcing them together. Eventually, with enough forcing, one of them was bound to break. With him leaving, you weren’t sure who had ended up more broken. 

let me just rant about how much i love band real quick

i live in a Super Duper Conservative Area™ and so when i came out as FTM i was really worried about how people would take it. so far the most accepting people have been the kids in band (even more so than my parents).
example #1: the conversation a saxophonist / avowed conservative and i had:
him: so what do you prefer to be called? i really don’t care i just want to make sure i do it right
me: will and he n’ stuff
him: *continues to affirm how he’s not against transness and just wanted to make sure*
example #2: everyone calls me Will or they get corrected by like 3 other people
example #3: no one in band has treated me any differently since i came out, at least not to my face. that was and is a really important morale booster for me, because for a long time i was afraid i’d just always be a freak everyone treated differently. and as a result of that im usually happiest in the band room, despite not being a band geek in the classical sense
example #4: the other tubist (also a conservative) has tried really hard to learn about transness and make me feel comfortable + affirmed. he checks to make sure im not playing with my binder on (a dangerous thing im in the habit of doing) and gives me Tips about Manhood™. basically, a big brother

tl;dr most of the people in my band are conservatives who know nothing about being trans but theyre doing really well and i love them all so much

Stampede- Leon Draisaitl

Originally posted by mattyymarts

Ok I love Leon, but I had absolutely no ideas for this one so it’s only a 3 hour drive from Edmonton to Calgary. What does a country girl want to do? Go to the Calgary Stampede! Enjoy guys! Anon- let me know what you think!

Warning: None

Anon Request:  I realllllly love your blog, would you be able to write a leon draisaitl imagine? I’m not great at ideas and i saw you haven’t done one for him, fluff is great or whatever you think!! :D


              “Babe” you said, blinking up at Leon. “How much do you love me?”

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anonymous asked:

i was wondering.. even though you don't do personal translations, do you think you could give us a message to copy and paste to let seokjin know he is beautiful no matter what??? i really want to send him something in korean knowing he does even if he may not read it, but maybe he'll skim over it one day.. i just want to make him smile and be happy like he does for me. thank you. i love you and your blog and updates i'm grateful!

Awwww that made me tear up. I don’t do personal translations, but if it’s to make our boys smile, I’ll help. 

Here you go! Make Seokjin smile! Pass it around: 

잘생겼으니까 외모대해서 스트레스 받지마세요.- You are handsome, so do not stress about your appearance.

아름다운 사람이니까 스트레스 받지말고 행복하세요.- You are a beautiful person, so do not get stressed and be happy.

힘들때 감정을 너무 숨기지마세요, 정신적으로 좋지않아요. 우리가 있잖아요.- When you are having a hard time do not hide your emotions too much, it’s not good for you mentally. You have us! 

행복하시고 건강하게 흥넘치게사세요. Please be happy and continue to stay healthy and lively.  

Please tell me why I still look past all of the bad. Why do I so easily forget the not so fond memories? Why do I instantly let these go? Why am I always able to believe again.. to love again.. to want again? What makes him so damn different to everyone else? What parts of him live within me? Why does time never seem to exist between us.. do we exist beyond time? Why do I make sense of all of his faults with love and with my own past experiences? How am I ever supposed to stop loving him unconditionally?
—  questions I ask the moon 🌙

anonymous asked:

You shouldn't ever feel guilty about sharing your opinion. People are always going to disagree with you but there's nothing you can do about it. The worst thing you can do is keeping your opinion to yourself. Just be yourself and share your opinion. Just don't mind about what others think about you. If 5-10 person is going to unfollow, it's their problem not yours. Don't feel guilty

Thanks guys I appreciate it really
If y'all ever want me to leave let me know and I will
Just please don’t throw hate at the page

The Pig Prince {yoonjin fanfic}

With all the recent crap that’s been going on concerning Jin, and then after watching his vlive, I just had to write something. I wanted to do something to show my love and appreciation for this prince, and being a writer, this was the best way I knew how. I realize it’s a little rough, and I’m currently very tired from staring at a screen for so long, but - what can I say? - anything for my darling. 

I should say that Jin has helped mend my relationship with food immensely. I owe him so much, and I just want people to know how amazing he is. I know that I’m completely lacking, and my abilities as a writer do not even begin to do him justice, but I sincerely hope this gives some idea as to what Jin is to me, and to a lot of people. Please show him love and support, let him smile, and let him know how much he means to you 🙏🏻✨

I finally enjoy food now, and I owe it all to Jin. I know that no matter what, I am proud to be a pig 🐷🌹🌸

Seokjin wasn’t eating. Which meant Yoongi wasn’t eating.

It wasn’t like he didn’t try, but every time he sat down at the table, the food looked less and less appealing. He knew it was stupid, that it was a ridiculous thought, but he couldn’t eat without his hyung. After all, it didn’t make any sense. How could he sit down for food without Seokjin?

And why was Seokjin not eating? Yoongi had no idea. Technically, he did, but reasonably, there was no explanation for it. He’d gotten the vlive notification for his hyung’s broadcast when he woke up, and he was surprised by his confession. My confidence has been really low recently. I feel ugly. I don’t look as good anymore.

Yoongi was actually surprised. Him. The roommate, the one that was supposed to know everything there was to know about Kim Seokjin. How many roommate references had the two made so far? He was sure he’d seen it somewhere on social media; roommates was actually copyrighted, for God’s sake! And all the while, it turned out Yoongi had no idea that his hyung, his Seokjin, was feeling so low about himself.

“Uh- n-no, thanks,” he had replied (too often) when Yoongi asked him if he wanted to help him finish his portion of food.

He didn’t know why, but for some reason, he thought it’d be a good idea to go make the same offer. Maybe, this time, Seokjin would finally accept it.

“Hyung,” he said, walking into the room with more than half a container’s worth of Chow Mein. Seokjin had had his headphones on, and he was busy looking over the music sheets when he saw the younger member. His lips formed a tired smile, and pulled the headphones off. He held up the delivery box, “I couldn’t finish this, can you have it?”

Almost immediately, Seokjin’s smile faded. His eyes glanced between the food and Yoongi, and the younger realized he’d done something wrong. “Why don’t you just put it in the fridge?”

The look on his hyung’s face left an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Why did he look like that? Since when did he look like that?

Yoongi fidgeted where he stood. He didn’t expect Seokjin did get angry at him. “I just thought I should ask you in case you wanted it-”

“Why?” Seokjin snapped. “Do I look like a trash can to you? You think you guys can just dump your crap onto me when you’re done with it? I do more in this group than just eat, Yoongi.”

When he was done, Yoongi was left with his mouth open. He stared at him with disbelief. “H-Hyung, I know that. You- you haven’t eaten in days, and I was worried about you.” He walked towards Seokjin, opening the white container. “Look, see, it’s not because I couldn’t finish it. It’s still completely full, I just wanted you to get some food.”

Seokjin’s face softened as he stared at the delivery, then he swallowed and looked back down at his sheets. “Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

Yoongi’s shoulders slumped. “Yes, you are.” Seokjin didn’t look up, and Yoongi could feel himself getting angrier. Could his hyung not see how ridiculous he was being? “What are you doing, hyung? I saw your vlive, since when do you talk about yourself like that?” He didn’t reply, and the boy’s fingers clenched. “Tell me.” Still, Seokjin didn’t respond, and Yoongi forcefully turned his head so that their faces were mere inches apart. “Tell me.”

He knew he was being tough, but damn it, Seokjin was supposed to belong to him. They were supposed to belong to each other, and though Yoongi wouldn’t say that out loud, he still had a right to know what was bothering him.

Seokjin stared, then his eyes glistened as he said, in barely over a whisper, “Since always.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

Seokjin gently pulled away, wiping at his eyes as he sighed, “I’m BTS’s visual, Yoongi. Do you know what that means? It’s a fancy word to describe somebody who has nothing going for them but their looks.”

He shook his head, unable to process what he was telling him. “Hyung, that’s not true.”

He chuckled sadly, dabbing at his eyes that had already gone wet again. “Isn’t it? Think about it; I don’t get any lines in most of our songs, I don’t get much screen time, I don’t get taken seriously in acting, I have to train seven times as hard as Hoseok and Jimin to be a decent dancer- I mean, aside from my looks, what exactly do I contribute to BTS?”

“Everything,” Yoongi automatically replied, like he’d known the answer and was just waiting to use it. “You’re everything, hyung.” And it was true. He couldn’t begin to describe what he meant to him, what he meant to BTS. Only Seokjin, Yoongi thought. Only Seokjin could take away his ability to form words.

He laughed again, shaking his head and wiping at the tears that were escaping. “Yoongi, I’m so glad I have you… but that answer’s just not going to cut it anymore.” Yoongi shook his head, his mouth open with nothing to say. What was wrong with him? Seokjin was upset, he needed him, why couldn’t he talk properly? Why now?!

He waved it off with one hand, wiping at his face again. “It’s okay. It’s not the first time this,” he gestured to his puffy face, “has happened. It comes and goes, I deal with it for a few days, and then it’s gone. I can handle it, Yoongi, I’ve always handled it. Don’t worry.”

But he couldn’t not worry.

I can handle it, Yoongi, I’ve always handled it. The more Yoongi thought about it, the more his memory revealed. He suddenly remembered all the days that Seokjin had been locked in their room, his face buried in his pillow for hours on end. He remembered the days when he would sleep in, even far past Yoongi, and not get out of bed except for an hour or two. He remembered the days Seokjin would stare at his photoshoot images, then silently walk away without a word, and he’d miss meals for the rest of the day. Yoongi almost wanted to hit himself. How could he never have noticed? He claimed to care about his hyung, and yet he’d let him silently suffer on his own.

On his own. Now, that was another scary thought. Yoongi tried thinking about how to fix this, then he realized that it was completely out of his territory. This wasn’t like writing songs, where he could just consult Namjoon or the other BigHit music producers. This was different.

And yet, even as he knew that, Yoongi couldn’t help but think of the rumbling in his stomach.

“Hyung,” he said, suddenly realizing something, “if this was me, if I was the one upset, you’d… you’d hug me, wouldn’t you?”

Seokjin looked up from his music sheets, his eyes narrowed. “Huh?”

“If I was upset,” he continued, ignoring the heat quickly rising to his neck, “y-you’d hug me. You’d be nice to me, and say something sweet, and you’d pet my head, a-and… and maybe kiss me.”

He looked down, his cheeks also reddening. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Yoongi thought about it, and before he could talk himself out of it, he shrugged, “I’m not you. I don’t think like you do, and I think… I think that’s why we work so well together. It’s because we’re complete opposites, hyung.”

He blinked. “Opposites?”

He nodded, then he sat across from Seokjin and took both his hands in his, a gesture Yoongi was not so generous with. “Yes. And that gives me complete access to tell you; you’re a total dumbass.”

He stared, then, “What?”

“Yeah! You’re a stupid, ridiculous, piggish dumbass!” He kissed his hands once, then again. “Don’t you get it yet? You’re not everything to BTS because of your looks. You’re not everything because of your singing or acting, either! Hell, none of us are! Anyone can sing and dance, but you’re different. You really think people love Taehyung so much because he can reach a low note? It’s because he’s a goddamn freak of nature, and fans love that. They love that they have someone they can identify with. They love having someone that tells them it’s okay for them to be themselves and act however they want to.”

“But what does that have to do with me?”

He huffed a chuckle. He couldn’t believe Seokjin didn’t see what he saw. He brought his hands to his lips, and snuggled his face against the older boy’s palms for a moment before he said, “That’s what you do. Do you have any idea how many fans love themselves because of you? You tell them eating a lot’s a good thing, and they listen. You tell them to take big bites, and they do. You make crappy jokes that are not funny – I’m not kidding, they suck – but they’ll laugh anyway because you’re so confident with the way you talk. You’re not just everything to BTS, hyung. You’re everything to the fans.” He put his hands back on Seokjin’s face, holding his gaze steady. “So, for the love of God, come have dinner because I’m starving, and I can’t eat unless you’re eating.”

“Yoongi…” he trailed off, his eyes watering quickly, and the younger began to panic. It looked like his tough love approach hadn’t worked as well as he thought.

“H-Hyung, I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I was only-”

Before he could finish, Seokjin moved forward, his arms around the younger’s shoulders as he pulled him in for a tight hug. He buried his face in the crook of his neck, and he silently cried.

“Hyung…” he let him cry for a few minutes, his hands running softly over the older boy’s back.

“Yoongi,” he said after a while, his voice raw and deep from sobbing.


“I’m hungry.”

I’m not sure how to answer this in another way so I’m just going to do it like this.

@creativetomboylovesbooks​ : I’m not entirely sure you understand what biphobia IS so let me explain the difference between being threatened (as you say)/unsure of oneself and being biphobic:

When you’re unsure/threatened you might say/do things like:

  • Constantly compare yourself with your significant other’s ex, maybe talk to them about it and ask them things like: “Why are you with me, you can have anyone you want?”

  • Look at your partner talking to someone who’s objectively good looking and think that they would look much better with them than with you, and you don’t really understand what in the world this wonderful and gorgeous human(or warlock) being is doing with you.

  • You might meet their ex and get rightfully pissed off if he/she keeps touching/flirting with your man/girl

  • Talk to them about being afraid to measure up to the experiences they’ve had before you and about being able to be good enough for them.

Now, that’s all things that might tear at a relationship, but it’s not being biphobic at all. However, if you’re doing just one of the following things, you’re biphobic and need to stop right the hell now:

  • Whenever your partner talks about old friends/people they met before you two were together, you ask: “Did you sleep with him/her too?” - Alec does this ALOT when Magnus talks about his past and the worst part of that is that Magnus stays with him and doesn’t even tell him off for being a gigantic asshole.

  • Tell your family/friends that before you, your partner slept with anything and anyone (aka slut-shaming, which a lot of bisexual people - including myself - is met with more often than we’d like to admit. As if “I like both men and women” automatically means: “I sleep with anything that moves and will let me have sex with them”???) - Alec tells his siblings basically these exact words.

  • Tell your partner that they “have to pick a side”, “are just confused”, “are half straight and half gay”, “they’re only properly bisexual/part of the LGBT+-community if they date someone of the same sex, otherwise they’re straight” - I can’t actually say for sure that Alec does this, but it’s a pretty common thing for biphobia so I thought I’d add it in here.

I could go on and on about this, and about the fact that just because you’re a part of the community (like Alec) doesn’t mean that you can’t still be narrow-minded and biphobic. But in short: Alec is very biphobic in the books, but not in the show (Yay!) and the reason I wrote the original post was because I really don’t want to read fics with a biphobic!Alec and for me to be able to avoid said fics, writers need to tag properly which fandom they’re writing for. If you’re writing for the show, tag it as such, and if you’re writing for the books then tag them and NOT the show so the right people find your fic.

I hope this helped you understand it better!

i told my supervisor at work that i’m trans and she was really supportive and wants to do what she can to help and is gonna talk to hr to see what the best way to go about this all is and just kept saying how she wants me to feel comfortable with whatever i do and just. things are moving forward and i am so fucking happy!!!!!! amazing good wow ! she just came over and told me she brought it up with her boss and that they’re both here for me if i need to talk and if anyone says anything negative to let them know and just so much support and i am so grateful and !!!!! yes!!

PLEASE MONBEBE don’t just play MV and then videos from mnet live… if you just play these 3 all the time it is exactly like using playlists

please watch some other videos that have nothing with mx as well!!!
even if you manzally search these 3 videos, still, it might stop working, ESPECIALLY if many Monbebe do the same thing.. What I do is the following :

Watch Beautiful on Starship, Watch something random, watch 1thek,something else random, watch those 2 on mnet live videos, and then watch at least 3 random videos… Like comedy, MX vines, Some older MX videos, or other MV from the Starship family… Then I go back to Starahip Beautiful… and those random videos I watch are always different

This want sent to me to share.ORIGINAL POST WAS ON VLIVE by Beautiful_exscythed IF YOU KNOW THEM LET ME KNOE SO I CAN CREDIT

Even though I haven’t been here long, I hope this message gets out to anyone who wants to listen.

If anyone tells you that you cannot do something that you so desperately worked hard for; prove them wrong. Make them eat those words. Because, let me tell you something; they will continue to push you down. They push you down and make you feel weak and insignificant. They make you feel like you don’t deserve what you have. But trust me, you do. 

Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

Sorry, I’ve had a bit of a rough day (if you couldn’t already tell)… Thanks for tuning in x

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just thought I would drop in to say how much I enjoy reading what you write! While there are quite a few writers in the tmnt fandom you are by far one of my favourites! [Also the fact that a lot of what you write contains Donatello certainly is a bonus for me ;)] but I just wanted to say how wonderful and captivating your writing is! Thank you for doing what you do!!!!

THIS IS SO SWEET??? i don’t expect anon compliments and so when i do get them, im just SO HAPPY!!!! ahaha, THANK YOU SO MUCH! <333!!! I’m glad you like my writing, and Donnie because all i write is donnie ahah. :DD ILY ANON


I’m only 95 away from 2,000 followers?????? What the hell you guys I’m screaming a little.

Should I do something extraordinary when I hit 2,000? Like… I don’t know I just feel like when YouTubers hit a milestone they do something lol I’m so lame I don’t know if you guys want me to do something let me know haha I don’t know what I would do.

2,000. Wow. That’d be crazy.

MUN NEEDS HELP- Early Sleepover Friday!

Not money- not gonna do that.

No. I’m actually celebrating a early weekend so let’s play a Sleepover Friday!

Let me know what Hogwarts House I’d be in, tell me what I’d be as a demigod (let me know Roman and Greek plus godly parent), and/ or what Egyptian god/ess I would host! - You can simply do this but more incentive

To help make sure it’s fair you do this: Is if you do TWO sorting things (Like either Hogwarts, Kane Chronicles  or PJO sorting) and have 2 sentences explaining why you sorted- You can tell me stuff about you and what you want to be sorted for and I’ll do it back!

“Why can’t we just be friends?” he asked.
The question seemed simple enough. She let herself ponder on it for a few moments before finally taking a slight step back and looking away.
“Please know I’m terrified of you and what you can do to me. And you’re the first one to very rarely tell me everything I wanna hear rather than need to hear. You’re fucking me up and every single fucking day I want to walk away but…you. You’re the kind of person that I have the hardest time not giving a shit about. I don’t think you quite understand what the fuck you’re doing when I’ve had no problem walking away from anybody ever except for you…”

anonymous asked:

(1/2) When I was little and was diagnosed for the first time, my parents had me on medication daily. I hated it (because I was using the patch thing they put on my back) and convinced them to let me off in fourth grade, but now I'm going into high school and I'm starting to get a lot of really bad symptoms again? Like rsd and I can't read one tiny book cause I kinda don't want to do my brain won't let me. But they keep telling me that I can't because it changed my personality the first time.

(2/2) They keep saying that they don’t want it effecting me as much and it’s a “crutch” and I don’t need it. They’ll ask me what I’ll do after high school, will I take it in college, or after when I’m an adult. And I really don’t know what to do because I can’t even force myself to ask them anymore because they think I’m trying to force myself to take medication they think I don’t need. I mostly just don’t know what to do, and so you guys (or anyone else) have any suggestions on what to do?

Adolescence can absolutely make it harder to deal with symptoms. So can stress in general. There are a lot of different medications, and it’s possible that one that’s different from the patch you were on when you were younger will work out better for you, without changing your personality.

Crutches are not bad; they help you get around and do stuff you wouldn’t be able to do otherwise. So that argument is totally invalid. Also, if you need it in college or as an adult, you can take it if you want to; it’s not really their business. Lots of ADHDers take medication well into adulthood, it’s not a bad thing!

Keep trying. See if you can get your doctor on your side. Tell your parents that you really feel that you need this right now.

You might also take our list of treatment options to them and tell them that you would like to try some of those along with medication, with a view to eventually being able to deal with things without medication. (In particular, ADHD coaching is geared towards this.)


hypechill  asked:

my reaction to the whole chalupa thing was just ..... sighing . Like....I just don't ..... get why people are interested in it .......

like for real!!! it had 0 appeal to me & and then all the evidence that ppl provided seemed so reachy and poorly established and indicative of bad writing and now that save for saying the word chalupa its canon im like

this isnt……….good….writing????? like this is dnd let the characters be who they are and use what the players give u to tie them into the story, dont modify their stories like that to make them do what u want them to do. criminy