ngl i like this

anonymous asked:

so because you grew up in the united states people mistook you for 'white/westerner' and you feel like if your last name was more 'hispanic' you wouldnt have the feeling of being misplaced/frustrated?? if that is true it makes sense. in order to be latino according to americans you gotta have 'dark skin/heavy accent/eat rice + beans for dinner every friday' or else you dont 'fit the bill' after i got sick my skin got pallid and ive been hearing 'youRE BORICUA!?' ever since

i feel exactly this so deep in my bones 

anonymous asked:

Hey I gotta rec this awesome fic "drawn to the blood" /works/3794221 It's really good but also extremely sad and triggering ngl but I like to make myself suffer apparently

thanks for your rec! I took a peek at the tags, and people, read them before you start the fic

Drawn to the Blood by aingeal

Bucky doesn’t want to live, but he can’t ask Steve to kill him.
He needs him to do something else, though, because everything is unbearable, and only Steve can help him.

Please read the tags again and proceed at your own risk.

somespaceman  asked:

I want to lose fat and get muscles do you think trying to like burn fat is what I gotta do first? And also ngl i feel like if I knew you irl and you were like all biceps and smiling I would literally just be motivated to try to be healthier you seem like you've got that sort of motivator energy?

its entirely up to you but generally you would build muscle first and then burn fat i talk about that more in this post and thank you friend!! motivating others keeps me motivated! :))

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brooklyn nine-nine + hogwarts houses (more)

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Happy birthday to bell, book, and candle by @skittidyne which shook my world almost 2 years ago and I hope everyone reads it because seriously, it’s exquisite.

fragile ones

on ao3

title taken from 10am gare du nord by keaton henson. i love his music so much its just so….open and raw? it felt fitting for a fic like this, it just really works for late nights and emotional talks idk

i started this fic back at the end of august on a bad night and there isnt much plot to it just…speculation i guess. a character study of alya? but in this au?? im not sure. theres not much to it at all and its a little all over, but it was a fic i felt like i had to write

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Alya wakes up with her heart in her throat and her hands tearing at her hair. She groans and rests her forehead on her knees.

If only he’d shut up.

She checks the time. It’s only three, because of course it’s unreasonable to ask for a full night’s sleep. She stays where she is for a little while longer, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow, letting her heart rate level out and her head slow its spin. When she stops feeling like she’ll throw up if she moves, she slides out of bed and pads into the bathroom.

Alya avoids the floorboards that creak and is careful to close the door softly, but it doesn’t really matter. After a few months, her family got used to her getting up at strange hours and wandering around the house. Once she stopped screaming, it was easier for them to sleep through her nightmares.

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