my friends told me to do this okay

i want you guys to know i literally cried for 30 minutes over a homeless man today, because he was asking for money and all he had were coins and i gave him thirty dllars and he just thanked me so much

and i gave him a hug and told him it was gonna be ok and as soon as i walked way i fucking bawled for 30 miutes in my car becasue i wanted to do more i wanted to make sure he was okay i wanted to make sure his friend was ok

i want t make sure that….that everyon e is ok and it just hurts tht i culdnt do more

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Jay ( Fiance 💍) when a man spoke to you and allowed himself to tease him : You - Babe, don’t start a fight ! Jay - Okay, i wait… Maybe he has something to say ! (The man trying to explain the why and how ) Jay - You know what… I don’t give a d*mn (gif ^_^) Bae ❤ , i don’t say that you can’t have boys as a friends but what bothers me is that you do not know him and besides he dares to make fun of me. You have never been told not to touch what is not yours? The man finish by ran away. You - Did you have to say that ? Jay - Yes i mean Yeah, obviously , everyone know that you gonna be Madam Park, so what ? You - Oh 😧… What ever !

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“Write novels.”

I have a friend who’s a journalist. She’s ridiculously awesome and I really want to name her because everyone should know just how awesome she is, but this isn’t a time where it feels wise to reveal the political thoughts expressed by a journalist in private, at least not without her permission.

The day before I saw her last week, I’d locked myself out of Facebook and Twitter. I’d been forced to realise the psychological harm they were doing me outweighed any political good my frantic clicktivism could possibly be accomplishing. My brother had called, on my sister-in-law’s instructions. “R. says you’re tweeting and facebooking constantly about politics,” he said. “She said ‘call your sister, I don’t think she’s doing well.’”  

“I’m okay, probably,” I’d told him.

“I don’t think you are,” he said. 

I felt a little better, though not by much, by the time I met my friend for lunch. She was shaken, she said. Democracy was falling apart. I muttered weakly that perhaps it wasn’t quite that bad. She said she’d rather act now than hope for the best.

I agreed. But act how?

She said she was getting onto the board of various charities. She was writing about the best way to report on extremism, avoiding the terrible false equivalencies of the “he said/she said” approach which has blighted our discourse with such ghastly effect.

I said I was supporting the Stop Funding Hate campaign. Giving to Planned Parenthood and ACLU over there, refugee charities over here. Writing letters. Trying to think of useful ways to get involved in local politics.

“You know what you should do,” she said.

No, I really didn’t.

“Write novels,” she said.

I told her that in the days after the election I felt as if art had been revealed as an empty joke. An indulgence we could no longer afford. As if I would never be able to justify doing it again. What we were even going to write now? Flimsy, tinselly distractions from ghastly reality? Or sharp-eyed, unflinching commentary that no one except the already-convinced would ever read? What was the point of art?

No, no!” she said. “Art is what will save us.”

“But it hasn’t,” I wanted to scream. We tried and tried. We’ve filled the world with our stories, our songs – we’ve tried so hard to make our stories better - with diverse casts and empathy and hope – and it’s not enough; no one’s saying it was perfect, or that the attempt was anywhere close to  finished. But we were trying. And now look. 

It is so important, she told me, that there is art already made and due to come out in the coming year that embodies the opposite of this. Diverse, progressive stories, that are not going to go untold whatever happens.

I’d had in my mind two quotes. Peter Cook, on Germany’s satirical clubs of the thirties “that did so much to prevent the rise of Hitler.” 

And Kurt Vonnegut:

During the Vietnam War, which lasted longer than any war we’ve ever been in - and which we lost - every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.“

But if they hadn’t been there? I thought, looking at my friend. Who was fierce and bright-eyed and smiling. Those useless satirists and artists and musicians pouring their spirits into their art and watching it land on the floor of history like that dropped custard pie?  What if there was nothing to look back on in those times but a culture in militaristic  lockstep, or perhaps worse, slumped in dead-eyed indifference?  After those years-long nightmares, what would there have been to wake up to? Maybe it was absurd to find the thought more chilling than the reality of what had happened, to feel that it would have been an international death of the soul,  but .. still …

If artists couldn’t prevent disaster, could they at least preserve something precious from being lost while it endured? If they hadn’t stopped a single war, had they at least kept the rot from penetrating the human culture unchallenged? 

It’s not enough. It’s not enough.

“Write novels,” said my friend stubbornly. “Write novels.”

Jealous (Liam Dunbar)

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I got a call from Scott, my older brother, to come home from my friends house right away because we had a major problem at home. That was all I needed to hear to get my ass back to the house. When I got there I sprinted directly to Scott’s room.

“Scott! I’m here! What happened? Please tell me you’re okay!” I shouted as I ran up the stairs. 

“Yea I’m fine.” he pulled me into a hug. 

“Okay you got me worried. What’s so urgent?” I looked at Scott and Stiles who was pacing behind him.

“Go look in the bathroom.” Scott told me.

“Do I want too?” I asked skeptically.

“Just go Y/N.” Stiles told me and Scott joined him in pacing the room as I went to the bathroom. I heard a ruffling noise in the tub so I slowly pulled back the shower curtain to reveal Liam Dunbar, the new kid in school.

“Oh my god Scott! What did you do!” I screamed at him.

“I bit him.” he said from the other room.

“Oh shit Scotty.” I sighed.

“Okay um Liam don’t freak out. I’m here to help you. So uh don’t scream when I pull the duct tape off okay?” he nodded. “Okay.” I reached down and slowly pulled off the duct tape so he it didn’t hurt him as much.  

“Thanks.” he said to me.

“No problem.” I gave him a small smile.

“Can you just untie me, so I can go home?”

“Liam I really want to, but um what Scott did to you, he needs to explain.”

“He’s a freaking lunatic.”

“Hey! That’s my brother, only I get to insult him!” I slapped him.

“Love you too sis!” Scott called from the other room.

“Yeah yeah.” I mumbled.

After we got Liam out of the tub and onto the chair I let the boys talk to him as I stood quietly in the back of the room. Though Liam’s eyes always looked for reassurance in mine. Finally he started to cry.

“Oh my god is he crying?” Stiles asked.

“Just untie him.” I said as I walked over to him.

The boys started to untie him and I crouched down so I was his height and caressed his cheek.

“Liam it’s all going to be okay, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I told him softly. He smiled at me.

Once he was untied he did something I did not expect. He threw a chair at Scott and then punched Stiles! After that he grabbed my hand and ran with me out of the room. We ran to the stairs and I stopped him.

“Liam you shouldn’t have done that.” I told him.

“They kidnapped me!”

“I know and I’m sorry- you know what they’re probably coming any minute. Go.” I said motioning my head towards the door. 

“I’ll find you tomorrow.” he told me still holding my hand.

“I’d like that.” I smiled.

“Me too.” 

“You’d better go.” he nodded and ran down the stairs just as the boys came tumbling after him and landed in a jumbled mess as Liam got away.

I giggled.

1 year later

Liam found me that next day at school and we had been inseparable ever since. Scott didn’t agree with the relationship at first seeing how he could hurt me but eventually warmed up to his beta. It took Stiles A LOT longer to warm up to him but he eventually got there.

Liam and I have been dating forr about a year and I loved that boy. He treated me like a queen. He did whatever he could to make me happy, he had a constant need to protect me, he was cuddly, he was cute, and he was all around perfect. And I was his anchor which made me feel really special. 

Currently, Stiles, Liam, and I were out on a mission to stalk the new kid in town Theo Raeken. We were out there for hours following him around until he suddenly disappeared. He then somehow got right in front of us. Liam instantly stood protectively in front of me. 

“Why do I get the feeling this kid is a lot tougher than he looks?” Theo asked pointing to Liam.

“Only when he’s around her, which is basically all the time.” Stiles replied.

“Ah Y/N McCall. You know you are so much cuter now than you were when you were in second grade. You’ve grown up in all the right places.” Theo said looking at me up and down.

But Liam was having none of that. He started growling and went to lurch forward but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back. I then wrapped my arms around his waist and he relaxed and put his arm around my shoulder. It was amazing the effect I had on this boy. 

“I see, the overprotective boyfriend.” Theo mentioned.

“You could say that.” Stiles mumbled.

The boys continued to talk as I rubbed circles on Liam’s back as I zoned out. Eventually Theo left and we walked back to Stiles’ jeep. When we got there Stiles and Scott talked and Liam pulled me over to the other side and kissed me roughly.

“What was that for.” I smiled after we pulled back.

“You’re mine.” he growled.

“Oh I see, someone’s jealous.” I teased.

“No I’m not. Just the way he was looking at you made me want to tear him apart.”

“Uh Li, I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of jealousy.” I giggled.

“Whatever, I just love you. A lot.” he sighed playing with my hair.

“I love you too loser. You have no reason to be jealous.”

“I was not jealous.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night babe.” I laughed.

blue night radio ♡ 170111
translation: cosmicsticks

listener: i asked a guy friend about the seats (open) at the library and he told me, and even sent me a text message saying: “it’s okay to go browse for books but don’t study there at night. the corner seat is not safe.” why does my heart flutter like this?
jonghyun: (pause) …, yeah …, study at home …, how am i supposed to react to such messages? what kind of comments do you want from me by sending (stories like) this?

Proof that my husband is a living saint

Look I don’t normally do the lovey dovey bragging about your partner thing but I think you should be aware how stunningly chill my husband is with every weird, unusual or messed up shit I’ve thrown at him.

When I came out as bi he told me it was fine and didn’t even ask for a threesome.

When I told them I was in love with a female friend they replied with “I already knew that.” when I asked if they were okay with it they replied “Well yeah. You also love me and you’re not a cheater.”

When I was conflicted about having the short hair I wanted and the longer hair I knew people expected from me and I asked him which he preferred he answered: “Whichever means you complain less.”

When I was self conscious about my body being weird and not conforming to female ideals (that I was feeling pressured to conforming to) and mentioned “fixing it” with plastic surgery he yelled at me for the first time in our entire relationship about how dare I think I needed to be fixed.

When I attempted to go through with sex even though I really didn’t want to he noticed immediately, stopped and gave me a lecture about how sex should only happen when both parties actually want it.

He once went the better part of a year without having sex because I was too depressed to do it and never once complained or guilt me about it. 

On that note the first time we had sex he stopped at the approach so to speak to check if I was really okay with it.

He insisted on getting me medical help for my mental illnesses and even helped me work out the best ways to communicate it to the doctor when I found talking about it difficult. He also reads a lot of my homework and literature to better understand what I’m going through and my treatment.

He makes me sandwiches for lunch and leaves them in the fridge because he knows when I’m depressed I won’t eat if there isn’t something easy on hand.

He took care of our child for more than 6 months as basically a single father despite me living in the same house because i had a severe and comprehensive breakdown following the birth of our child. He has never held this against me.

When I mentioned feeling pressured to by society to shave and that i hated it and that my hairy legs must be disgusting he told me he didn’t care and then asked to see my “very hairy legs” and upon seeing them said “You call that hairy? This is hairy!” and pulled up his trouser leg like he’d just won a contest.

When I confessed to being genderfluid they shrugged and joked “Well we all knew I wasn’t the husband in this relationship” and was fine with it.

When I broke down in tears a few months on detailing my dsyphoria and how I felt like I was a failure because I couldn’t be a proper woman and I knew they were straight and he reassured me that I was fine how I was and that they loved me no matter what.

They try very hard to use the gender neutral terms and pronouns that I prefer and apologise when I correct them.

They don’t really understand being trans or non-binary but they listen, believe me and our child and are extremely supportive. 

They never question our child’s gender identity or anything to their face and save their questions for me when we’re alone so as not to make them feel unsupported or disbelieved.


I don’t know what good I did in a past life to deserve him or what evil he did in his life to deserve me but I’m honestly stunned with how great he is. 

Saying that he can be a right shit from time to time and is sarcastic and stubborn to a fault but yeah he’s a saint for putting up with my bullshit.

(in fairness to the balance our relationship he credits me for being the reason he doesn’t turn out like his very weird uncle)

Memory loss  Joker x Reader

A/n: So I used a different prompt and then I realized someone made a request for that prompt, so I had to switch to these prompts because they looked like they fit the best.

5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

55. “I fell in love with my best friend.”

35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

Y/N cried as Frost told her the news. She let out ugly sobs as Frost stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to comfort her. Stage one: Sorrow.

“I-is he okay? Will he be okay?”

“Miss, he’ll be fine. There is just some memory loss-”

“How did this happen?” Y/N snapped. Stage two: Anger.

“The deal went wrong. He was too close to the blast. Y/N, he’ll be ok-”

“How much does he remember?” Stage three: Act like you weren’t crying five seconds ago.

“He-” Frost paused. He didn’t want to upset her and have her crying again.

“He didn’t remember me, but you’re closer to him so maybe-” Here come the waterworks.

“I want to see him.” She sobbed.

“Miss I don’t think that’s a good idea. His memory comes and goes. One minute he’s back to his old self and the next he’s a little kid-”

“I want to see him. Now.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and stared up at him. Giving a little sniff, her red eyes blinked as she started to pout subconsciously. Frost sighed and led her to where he left J. When they walked in, J must have been back in gangster mode because he was putting on his gold chains.

“Oh! Freeze, there you are. Where were you? I told you to bring me a latte. Who’s this?” He raised his brow as Y/N sobbed.

“J, it’s me. It’s Y/N.” He scowled at her.

“That’s Mr. J to you, sweets. What are you suppose to be? Housekeeping?”

“I’m your girlfriend!” She was almost pleased when J smiled, until she realized that smile was one of his evil ones. J placed a hand on Frost’s shoulder.

“Freeze, you never told me I had my own personal stripper!” Frost had to hold Y/N back as she made a move to punch him.
“You can’t hit him, he still has a concussion.”  J laughed as he watched the scene in front of him.

“Honey you’ll have to show me your moves when I get back.” Y/N gave Frost a confused look.

“Where’s he going?” Frost shook his head.

“I don’t know. It changes every five minutes. The doctor said he needs to rest, so he can’t leave.” Y/N nods and sighs.

“Frost, take the day off. I’ll deal with him.” Before Frost could open his mouth, Y/N beat him to it.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He hesitated but eventually left, leaving her alone with J who was looking at her stuff.

“I’m going to be late.” He told her and she made a noise of fake-concern.

“J, I’ll make sure you’re not late. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“It’s Mr. J.” He whined like a little kid.

“I’m sorry, Mr. J. What are you going to be late for?” Her heart beat sped up as he picked up a gun, but she sighed with relief as he put it down.

“I have a dry cleaning appointment.”

“Oh? That’s cool.” He nodded and picked up a flower from a vase. He handed it to her, and as he extended his arm she noticed he reeked of gunpowder and sweat. Of course Frost wouldn’t have bathed him.

“Thanks, Mr. J. How about we-”

“It’s J.” Y/N blinked.

“Ok. You need a bath, you smell like gunpowder and death.”

“What’s that?”

“Gunpowder? That’s the stuff that-”

“No, what’s a bath?” Oh dear lord. Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose.

“J, it’s-”

“Mr. J.” He corrected and she clenched her teeth.

“Mr. J-”

“J.” Y/N grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. When she got her anger under control, she realized he was laughing at her.

“I’m hungry.”

“I don’t care. You’re getting a bath.” He didn’t seem to like this and glared at her. She ignored him and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom. She got the water running and noticed J was still pouting. When she went to take off his chains he looked sad.

“What are you doing?”

“You can put them back on afterwards. Get in the tub.” Her patience was gone by this point.

“No.” She clenched her teeth and took in a deep breath.

“J, I’m not going to ask you again. Get in the damn tub.” He glared at the floor.

“It’s Mr. J.” He grumbled.

“Take off your clothes and get in the tub. Now.” She raised her voice, feeling a little bad when he pouted at the floor.

“Seriously? You’re going to be like this? Fine.” Y/N took off his chains and his shirt, closing her eyes when she got to the lower areas. She blindly fumbled with his pants. When she finally got them off, she then gave him a shove.

“Get in the tub.” He didn’t move. Her eyes were still closed, and she bit her cheek.

“J get in the tub!” She gave him a hard shove. A wave of relief filled her when she heard him get in. She peaked one eye open cautiously, then the other when she noticed the bubbles covered everything. The look on his face reminded her of a puppy who didn’t want a bath. He glared at her, which would have been intimidating if he wasn’t a 5 year old stuck in a criminal’s body. She scoffed.

“And everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” She picked up a loofah  and started moving it up and down his arms. He let out a purr as she massaged his neck.

“Turn around.” She giggled when he did a little spin in the tub. It went from cute to annoying real fast when he kept spinning.

“J, enough.” He stopped and swayed, giggling as he noticed the look on her face. Then he picked up some bubbles and placed them on her head. She wiped them off, annoyed. He splashed her and she ended up throwing the loofah at him, satisfied when it hit him in the face. Her satisfactory vanished when she saw the loofah disappear from beneath the bubbles. She swore and dove her hand in to try and grab it. J saw his opportunity and yanked her in with him.She sputtered and coughed when she came up.

Before I do this, I need you to know I’ve always loved you.” Her intention was to smack him, to get him to stop goofing off, but that urge went away. He smiled at her and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. His smile soon disappeared when he realized she was crying.

“What’s wrong?” She leaned into his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

“Do you really not remember me?” She sighed when she noticed he wasn’t paying attention.

“I’m hungry.” She placed a soft kiss to his neck, causing him to purr.

“We met at Arkham. I was your psychiatrist. You should have seen me, I’ve never been so excited to go to work everyday.” She let out something between a laugh and a sob. “I used to sneak in your cell at night sometimes, remember? You still had control over me even in that straitjacket.” She blushed as she remember most of those nights ended in them kissing.

I fell in love with my best friend.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked up at him. She frowned as she noticed he was silently wheezing.

“J, you- you bastard!” She hit his shoulder as he kept laughing, tears of his own rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s not funny! I thought I lost you.” She glared at him as he kept wheezing.

‘You had control over me even in that straitjacket’ ” He quoted her and then started laughing again, this time a loud cackle. Her face turned red and she flinched.

“How long have you known, asshole?”

“Oh come on, my own personal stripper? Did you seriously not get the joke?” Y/N thought for a second.

“You mean to tell me, you had Frost lie to me, just to play a stupid prank?” She was seething. J only rolled his eyes and ran his hand up and down her thigh.

“The water is gonna get cold soon, wanna-” He was cut off by her angrily stomping out.

“Aw, c’mon honey! Don’t be that way!” he got out and followed her, still naked. She went into their spare bedroom and slammed the door. Frost heard the commotion and went toward the source, quickly averting his eyes when he realized his boss was naked. J looked at him, not a hint of embarrassment on his face.

“Do you think we went too far?”

2012!phan

I had a sleep over yesterday and my best friend I shared a bed. In the morning she told me that I started holding her hand during the night. Imagine your otp tho.  

okay so 2012 phan having to share a bed because of whatever reason and mister ‘oh no this is my friend phil i’m totally into vags’ wakes up to holding hands with phil

dan is really angry like: phil what are you doing? why are you holding my hand?! 

so phil just pouts and is like: i’m not the one that started this

and dan is all confused: what do you mean?

i’m just saying i’m not the one who randomly starts holding the other’s hand while i’m asleep”

and then dan ends up being so embarrassed and blushes like crazy but still won’t let go of phil’s hand

Vicious cycle

On nights like these I don’t understand how anyone will ever come to love me. I am difficult, complicated. I feel like my friends don’t really care anymore and have lost all patience with me. I hate telling anyone that I’m depressed or suicidal cause they’ll think I’m doing it for attention.
And I know that things will be okay and there is going to be a day soon when i will be so glad that I pushed through it but I’m tired of being told that “it’s gonna be alright.” I’m tired of telling people that I’m just tired, that I just need to sleep. Cause yeah I am tired but sleep is not going to be the solution to any of my problems.
There has been few people that I’ve ever had to break their hearts and if I did then I did it for the best because I knew it was the right choice. But I’ve had my heart broken countless times. I think that I’m an easy person to fall for but too complicated to continue to love. People are scared and frustrated when I’m in the equation too long and they leave. They leave me for someone else most of the time too and that leaves me feeling like shit. I really do give my heart and soul into people and they always seem to turn away from it.
The part that bothers me the most is that people assume my life is just great. Even my close friends think my life is a dream because I’m pretty and talk to boys, so my life must be great? But looks can’t get you far. And it hurts me more knowing that some of the boys I talk to just want me for my body and the boy that I really like is almost as unstable as I am. I have people that care for me but in times like these my mind doesn’t care about that.
I try so hard to make everyone around me so fucking happy. I try to bring light everywhere I go even if that means putting on a show on my shittiest days so that I’m not bringing anyone down. I just get to the point like now when I’ve done absolutely nothing but lay in bed. I start to feel so drained and useless and like everyone has forgotten about me. Someone could look me dead in the eyes right now and tell me they love me and I wouldn’t believe it.
I feel like I’m rotting on the inside. But I don’t know how to stop damaging myself with this vicious cycle.

Green Eyed Surprise

Prompt #14 “Okay so I kissed you to get a girl off my back but it turns out I can’t stop thinking about you” and #17 “Dammit, I told you not to fall for me”

Author: Caitsy

Warnings: Fluff


Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or plots of Supernatural nor the gifs or images! Enjoy!

Summary: Your friends having one hell of a bachelorette party in some seedy bar like she has envisioned for sometime. You were not expecting to be kissed by a stranger when you were sober.

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You brought the drinks over to the table of girls going out of control due to the alcohol from the previous bar you had been at. You had decided to stay sober in the group besides you didn’t want alcohol poisoning the day of the wedding. You were nursing one beer at the most watching your friends so insane.

“Y/N! Take a shot!” Rachel grinned sloppily shoving glass over to you. You chuckled tossing it back before shaking your head to more.

You were turning around when you came to a big surprise. One, your lips were against someone else’s lips. Two, they were a damn good kisser. Three, you had no idea who this was and why were you sober?

You didn’t hear the cheers from your party nor did you know how long it was until the stranger pulled back a little. His green eyes blown wide with surprise and amusement. The man blinked before a taller man pulled him away and his attention was back on the beer now back in the booth. His brother chuckled trying to gain his brother’s attention but he was too in his mind.

The night went on with you laughing with your friends slightly distracted by the big green eyes until you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning you see the mystery man.

“I’m Dean.” He started holding his hand out to shake, “Okay, so I kissed you to get a girl off my back but it turns out I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Oh really.” You huskily whispered pulling him to you.

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You were giggling as you kissed him again on the couch while Sam was in the kitchen making food. It had been a couple months after since he kissed you in the bar and you had steadily fought him on getting into a relationship. It didn’t work for you so well. Taking a breath from the kiss you huffed.

“Dammit, I told you not to fall for me.” You chuckled before he pulled you for a kiss.

“Too bad. You’re stuck with me.” Dean pulling you on top of him.

“Stop it! I sit on that couch!”

“Probably shouldn’t after last night!” You called back laughing. You were happy Dean had to kiss you in that bar.

It feels so normal now, the feeling of wanting to die.

I moved in to my new condo yesterday. My roommate is asleep right now, so i did 4 cuts on my wrist. I don’t know why exactly, I just felt like I needed the relief because last night when me and my friends had dinner, I wasn’t really in a good mood. I was feeling down and drowsy so I just kept quiet. My friends didn’t ask what was wrong. It was okay though. Because I don’t know what the answer is either.

My dad called me earlier too. I was so happy about it. He told me what was happening with work. I told him about how I was doing too. It was great!

Also, I read my sister’s diary. It says that she blames herself for what I’ve become. Because she was the one who taught me how to cut in the first place. I don’t blame her though. I wanted it. It just makes me feel so depressed knowing that she blames herself for what’s happening to me. I don’t want her feeling like this because it’s actually my fault and I love her. 

Also, I already got diagnosed. I have Bipolar 2 mood disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder. I wasn’t surprised. I guess weeks of being troubled that something is wrong with me got me ready for what’s coming. I accepted it already. 

My impulsivity of committing suicide still hasn’t gone. Like the other day, i have all my pills and I impulsively wanted to swallow it all for no specific reason. I just wanted to die. But then a friend from Tumblr messaged me coincidentally so I stopped and realized what I was doing. He practically saved my life.

It feels so normal now, the feeling of wanting to die. Like one moment that I impulsively want to jump off our building, I’d do it. That’s what my psychiatrist is afraid of. I told her to trust me that I wouldn’t do it. It was a lie. I don’t even trust myself. She told me she trusts me, but she doesn’t trust my mood. I don’t trust my mood either. So whatever happens, happens. I learned not to care for myself so far.

School’s starting on Tuesday. Let’s see what happens. Still nervous as hell and I still haven’t done what I’m supposed to do. I’m gonna design a recording studio for my Interior Design class. So i don’t know.

xoxo,

-L

💖💜💙

So… here it goes. This is my safe space and you guys always support me and love me. This is a big deal for me, and I just wanted to maybe help people out and be more like myself with you guys.

I’ve started to identify as bisexual.

I’ve struggled with it for a very long time and have only recently kind of accepted that it’s okay. I’ve started telling people and am kind of getting used to the idea. So for now, even though I’m still coming to terms with it. I wanted to share with you that I am bisexual. I feel comfortable telling you guys and wanted to be part of the community and get used to identifying as bisexual.

I have told my best friends but not my family as of yet and still have some soul searching to do.

I hope you guys still love me and accept me, in fact I know you will.

Originally posted by lesbian-jim-kirk

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First thing first. SPOILER ALERT ######

Okay, so my friend who played Seven’s route told me about this little moment of ZenHee (and JuHee if you have a wild imagination like I do) in Seven’s Good End…… So yeah I will say this again….Spoiler alert (not really much though)

So, in this GE, they all took a picture together at the end of the party, And like in the first picture, Jaehee said that she would stand next to Jumin (probably because he is her boss, Idontknow). But when the picture came out, see what happened? 

Seem like someone got jealous and decided to stand in the middle of them. Haha and look at Jumin’s face. He looked near to tear (though he was probably moan for the lost of his friend…….) 

Still I, as a ZenHee and JuHee hardshipper, saw this at little bit of hint that the game producer gave us about those three relationship……

So yeah this was really one of those moment I truly truly wish that ZenHee or JuHee was canon (or at least in others route)

anonymous asked:

Hey Prompto :3 do you have any idea of losing weight? I'm like, super insecure even my mom told me I'm not that fat, but I'll keep comparing myself to my skinny friends. ( T_T)

oh… (・:゚д゚:・)

w-well, first of all, and most importantly, you shouldn’t compare yourself to anyone! seriously! don’t do it, okay? you’re never going to be your friends. and that’s okay! because it means you can be you instead, and that’s definitely better~ (;^ω^)

and second of all… you should try listening to your mom, okay~? (*^ω^*)

and last… being healthy is more important than being skinny, okay? please make sure you don’t skip meals and go hungry! it will make losing weight harder, because your body will try to store all the food it can since you’re not giving it enough!! (;へ:)

but… if you promise you’ll be healthy about it, starting small is a great way to go~ 。(*^▽^*)ゞ

you can start doing a handful of jumping jacks in the morning when you wake up! then some push-ups! then squats! bam bam bam, before you’re awake enough to realise you’re exercising! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

… and by a handful, i mean a handful, okay? like ten! (; ・`д・´)

drinking lots of water can help too! but you have to make sure you keep eating, okay? try to eat more vegetables if you can! and no more sugary snacks… even if it’s hard to give them up… (;へ:)

… which is why you shouldn’t ever feel guilty if you eat something ‘bad’ for you, okay~? food is just food, and if it’s tasty and makes you happy, then it’s fine! (*^ω^*)

it might take a while before you notice anything… but change takes time, you know? but if you do your best, that’s all that matters~ o((*^▽^*))o

Nice Guys

How did I get into this situation?
You stand in front of me,
Towering over me.
You know I’m claustrophobic.
You know my lungs
Turn to
Cement
When people
Invade
My personal space.

You know because
I told you.
I told you
So much
Because we were friends.

You try to convince me it’s
Not enough.
That we
Could be more,
But I never asked for that.

“It’s okay, I’m a nice guy!”
You smile at me from above
Like it’s supposed to be comforting.

“A nice guy wouldn’t do this”
I say, trying to step around you.

You step with me,
Blocking my only way out.

“But wait, I’m a nice guy!” You say,
Tone transforming into incredulous anger.

“A nice guy would let me go” I say evenly,
Despite the hurricane of emotion building in my chest.
Anxiety.
Anxiety.
Anxiety.

“But I’m a NICE GUY!”
You roar, closing the space between us.
I push against you, and you push back.
My breathing,
Which was shallow before,
Now completely stops.

I feel the sting of tears
In the corners of my eyes
As the panic and danger
Start to become
More real
By
The
Second.

You grip my arms,
Just above my elbows.
You pin me against
The wall,
And I can feel the bruises
Start to form
Under your fingertips
As they dig
Into my skin.

“I am a nice guy” your tone changes again
Once more trying to sound even, and caring.
But I hear the strained insistence
Running beneath the surface.

And I don’t know who you’re trying to convince anymore because
Nice guys
Know when
To stop.

anonymous asked:

I told one of my closest friends that I'm ace the other day and he was like "oh. Okay." And we just moved on to another topic. Today he told me he was doing some research on asexuality because he wanted to understand it/me more. I was honestly so touched that he cared that much and I just wanted to share with someone who I thought would appreciate this story 😊

Aww, that’s awesome!! Thank you so much for sharing <3

malacakakacarrotcake  asked:

Sup how yall taking Just Friends

Nova; *in the corner* I do exist i do exist
Connor: *patting Nova’s shoulder* it’s okay, it’s all okay
Jack:…*bored* sigh, noobs
Roman: umm……surprising
Missy:….my mom KISSED MR. DIAZ. TWICE?! What?! She never told me that!
Sol: *holding Rocky* okay, so you break into the barn and bring me Styx. We need to go back in time okay? go! GO ROCKY GO
Rocky: (sighs before scurrying off.)
Viktor:…*yawns before going to sleep.

“What would you do if I told you I liked you?” He smiled boyishly.

“Hmmm,” she smirked. “I think I would say that I did too.”

“Wait,” he shakes his head in confusion. “really?”

“I mean, hypothetically.” She restated.

“Okay,” he nodded. “And what do you think you’d do if I kissed you right now?”

“I think,” she crawled towards him, lightly cupping his face warm in her hands.
“It would go something like this”

—  Excerpt of a story I’ll never write #14

anonymous asked:

Can I please get a scenario where Gom+Takao are with their so's family & they are being really hard on their so? [Like one time I was with my family and friends and my grandma told me I was getting fat and proceeded to comment on me. I didn't know what to do but as someone who has self-image issues it really upset me at the time]

[of course! i’m really sorry to hear that sweetie ;c i hope everything is okay now ~]

Aomine Daiki: Aomine doesn’t even take notice of what your family is saying at first - but when he sees your slightly tremble at your father’s words, he reaches under the table to squeeze your knee in comfort, whilst scowling across at your parents. 

Hey, whatever you just said - take it back. Can’t you see that you’re upsetting _____?

Kise Ryouta: Kise purses his lips in disapproval when he hears your mother comparing you to one of his ex-girlfriends. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you to him reassuringly.

No one can hold a candle to _____-cchi, so please don’t say things like that…

Midorima Shintaro: Midorima stands next to you uncomfortably as your father casually points out that the height difference between you two was almost laughable - but he stiffens when he notices you cowering away. Pushing aside his own embarrassment, Midorima takes your hand firmly. 

It doesn’t bother me at all. As if I would be concerned over something trivial like that…

Murasakibara Atsushi: Murasakibara looks bored when your parents scolds you about your untidy room, but after seeing you look so upset, he wraps his large arms around you - almost in an attempt to shield you from getting hurt.

If you think _____-chin is bad, you should see my room…

Kuroko Tetsuya: Kuroko falls silent as your mother jokes about how you’ve been gaining weight lately. His eyes, light-blue eyes and brooding, flash to you briefly in worry before turning back to your mother.

I’m sorry. That wasn’t very funny, and I can’t agree with what you just said.”

Akashi Seijuro: Akashi does not look amused as your father openly lists out your flaws in front of your boyfriend. Leaning back in his chair with a stoic expression, he reaches out for you, fingers curling around your wrist possessively. 

It’s just as I thought. _____ would be in better hands with me, after all.

Takao Kazunari: Takao clears his throat awkwardly to break the silence between you and your parents after they had commented on your gluttonous behaviour. Entwining his fingers through yours under the table, he tries his best to lift the your glum mood without offending your family.

I don’t really care about how much _____-chan eats…Besides, she needs all that energy to put up with me!