not my cup of tea anymore

Living with John and Sherlock would involve...

Originally posted by sherlockedduh

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

(Not my gifs)

  • You and John frequently being locked out the flat while Sherlock’s in his mind palace
  • He once locked you both out in the rain for three hours (you ended up climbing in the window)
  • Mrs Hudson adoring you, and enjoying having some female company for once (*cough* testosterone *cough*)
  • Being 221% done with Sherlock’s experiments, but not even questioning them anymore
  • “You’ll have to wait for that cup of tea, there’s a woman’s eyeball in the kettle.” *sigh* “Of course there is, Sherlock.”
  • Staying up watch crappy TV with John
  • “So when are you two going to kiss?” “I’M NOT GAY!” “That’s what they all say.”
  • Making bets with Mrs Hudson on when the boys will get married (she thinks two years, you think two months)
  • Stealing John’s jumpers because they’re so comfy and they’re too small for him now that he’s putting on weight, which he’s still in denial about
  • Sherlock giving you his scarf when you’re going out to the shops in the cold because someone still hasn’t bought the fucking milk
  • You, Mary and Mrs Hudson being best friends, and the boys being slightly scared of the power of you three (they should be)
  • John being really nice and understanding when it’s your time of the month, Sherlock hiding in his room for a week because “she tried to kill me, John!”

A/N: Omg I haven’t posted in ages. I’ll try to write a fic today before ballet

Sherlock Holmes loves bees but is terrified of wasps : Ficlet

(Read at your own risk please)

Just another normal Sunday in 221B.

Like as far as normal it gets.

John with his newspaper in one hand, cup of tea in another. His breakfast plate on the floor. Empty.

Sherlock huddled over his laptop. Eyebrows knitted, creases on his forehead, glaring at the screen and continuously muttering about the stupidity of the common people. His breakfast plate on the table. Completely untouched.

“Listen to this email John. ‘Dear Mr. Holmes. My boyfriend doesn’t love me anymore. I can feel it. We have sex regularly. But he doesn’t love me. Can you prove that he doesn’t love me?’”

John looked up at Sherlock , chuckled.

“No John don’t smile. Am I a kind of love detective now? This is ridiculous! There is not a single case to be worthy enough. God I hate this!”

Sherlock closed his laptop with a bang. Put his elbows on the table, Two fingers on the chin. His usual thinking pose. John returned his attention to the newspaper.

Suddenly Sherlock jumped from his place, almost landing in John’s lap. Then crawling behind John’s chair.

It took John some moments to realize what happened.

“What the hell Sherlock?”John shoved his newspaper away to look at the detective, now huddled behind the chair and peeking.

Sherlock murmured something.


“Don’t shout John. There is a wasp in the room.”

John looked at Sherlock face for a few seconds. Then burst out laughing.

“You are crawling on the floor and whispering because there is a wasp in the room? Oh my god! This is not happening.”John was gasping for air.

Sherlock face was starting to redden.

“Shut up John. There is a legit reason.”

“Hhuhh.” John was still laughing and wiping tears.”What can be the legit reason behind a grown ass man being afraid of wasps?”

“I will tell you later. Now get rid of it first. I am here till then.” Sherlock sat on the floor. Guarding himself by John’s chair.

“I can’t even see it. Where is it?’ John stood up.

“On the table” Sherlock whispered.

Two things happened at once. John moved towards the table and the wasp started to fly. And like it can sense fear, flew towards Sherlock’s hiding place.

Sherlock who was peeking, saw that and sprinted towards the kitchen.


John burst in another round of laughter. Sherlock was hiding under the kitchen table this time, glaring at John.

“Ok, ok. Let me see.”

John rolled the newspaper and moved to the kitchen table. Where the wasp was sitting , not caring about the grown up man hiding under it.


“Ok, now get out. Wasp is dead.”

Sherlock crawled and came out. His suit crinkled ,hair a mess. Then stopped in front of the table and looked at the dead wasp.

“I am always fascinated about bees. When I was very little, I mistook an wasp for a bee and that thing stung me. It hurt like hell.” Sherlock pouted his lips.

“Aren’t you a curious thing? You solve crimes, catch serial killers, stop bombing, save people. And you are afraid of tiny little wasp?”

John ran his finger through Sherlock’s hair. Taming the mess.

“Come here “John spread his hand in an invitation.

Sherlock hugged John and put his head on John’s shoulder. John felt Sherlock nuzzle at his neck.

“You love bees?”

“Yes. But not more than you.”

“Oh I am sure of that.” John hugged back tightly.


John gifted Sherlock a bee printed bed sheet in their next anniversary.

Some bee printed underwear next year. Sherlock was really happy at that.

A bee t-shirt the next year.

A bee painting the year after.

‘I love bees’ mug one year.


A wasp was flying in front of them. Sherlock showed no signs of being afraid.

“So, not afraid of wasps anymore. Are we?”John chuckled softly.

Sherlock didn’t answer.

He doesn’t answer now-a-days.

A soft breeze blew, John felt goose bumps.

The wasp sat on the tombstone.

The sunlight made the words glisten.

“Sherlock Holmes.

Beloved Son, husband, brother, friend

And consulting detective.”


 Tagging some people who might enjoy

@missartemisholmes @missmuffin221 @lmirandas @ithotofangelschokingontheirhalos @whereisjawn @chinike @loveinthemindpalace @willowgrovecreates @disregardedletters 

The Wild Crown

FFnet | AO3

Queen Astrid has given birth to a child—the last child she will be able to conceive, and it’s a girl. Will the princess grow up to become a queen? Or will King Hiccup of the Wilderwest take a mistress to beget a male heir?

And can this arranged marriage between Queen Astrid and King Hiccup, formed for the future and survival of the Wilderwest, possibly result in love? [Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU]

My new fic (I swore I wouldn’t write anymore until I finished/rewrote some old ones lol I think I have a problem).

Read the prelude on AO3 | Read the prelude on FFnet

6am of my all nighter, take a look at my helltree

Layers of Concern

Part 17 of A+ Secrets

Summary: You and Dean exchange angsty backstories

Word Count: 2022

Warnings: None

A+ Secrets Series Masterlist

Flakes of snow drifted down leisurely from the grey sky as you navigated the familiar mountain roads. When you suggested you and Dean head out to one of your favorite getaways for some privacy, you’d been surprised when he tossed you the keys to his Impala. Apparently he didn’t go anywhere without his car, and he trusted you enough to let you drive in the snow.

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“Were you ever be mine, Viktor?”

I dont have something that as great or wonderful for inktober. In fact i lost interest and motivation but im trying to catch up. Heck smtimes i got anxious if I should post it or not.

And I just wanna say, yes I do ship Victor and Yuri. If you tell me why iys gnn be long but as for the short its because im getting too biased with blonde characters and a quirk personality.
But that doesnt meant i hate Victuuri. I know its already canon, from the beginning. Its just not my cup of tea and I want people understand and wont mad at me anymore.

So i hope you wont get dissapoint if I ship other than victuuri. Good night.

slowly accepting the mortality of everything
over my morning cup of tea.

there is a boy until there isn’t.
and there isn’t,
not anymore.

last night i had a dream
that felt so much like you.
this is to say, i was afraid.
this is to say, it hurt.
this city has your name plastered
all over its walls
and that will take some time
getting used to.

in these dreams, you finally unravel before me.
you tell me:
“the thing i loved most about Boy Scouts
were the knots. how we learned to create
and unmake.
how i could keep everything in its place.
how i could hold anything together.”
i finally tell you:
“our sun signs aren’t the most compatible.”
neither of us ever care about this.
you go on and say “once, i got a badge
after saving a baby bird. i fixed its wing”
and i say,
“i have never wanted to be saved to begin with.”

in this one, you tell me everything.
you look me in the eye and say:
“hurt people hurt people
and darling,
sometimes it hurts too much.” you say,
sometimes i look at you
and wonder if i ever really wanted this,” or
“baby, you make me so weary. there is no space left
in you that looks familiar anymore,” or
“honey, you’re something
i don’t know if i can handle.
something i am afraid to leave.”
and though i have already said these things to myself, in this dream
i do not know how to keep quiet. there is a truth
inside my mouth screaming

in this universe,
you speak
of boy scouts. say the bird flew too close to a fire,
said its wings were always broken, said you always wanted to fix
sad things
so you took some string,
crossed my heart,
and i hoped to die.

in this dream, you tell me
“sometimes i touch you and get burned
and i am already all out of rope.
there is no more saving left in me.
there is no more water left in these bones.”

and you finally believe me when i tell you:
“that’s okay.
i wasn’t thirsty anyway.”

Red as Blood

Fandom: Satan and Me

Pairing: Natan

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 1800

A/N: A oneshot based off of an AU @cosmicallybrownie and I came up with, where Natalie is Life and Lucifer is Death. Lucifer is accustomed to running, but Natalie won’t let him anymore. 


Breathe in…

He pulls the cup from his lips and immediately his eyes are drawn to the tea leaves at the bottom. Soggy but fresh just two seconds before, it wasn’t difficult to tell that they’d browned.

Not to someone like him, who’d grown accustomed to what death looked like in all his years with his ability.

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Say what you will about Frank Randall...but never forget that he wouldn’t let Claire give up on being a Doctor

Frank patted me awkwardly, murmuring, but then gave it up, and with more practicality, went to make tea.

“I’ve decided,” I said, when he set the steaming cup in front of me.I spoke dully, my head feeling thick and clogged. “I’ll resign. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Resign?” Frank’s voice was sharp with astonishment. “From the school? What for?”

“I can’t stand it anymore.” I never took cream or sugar in my tea. Now I added both, stirring and watching the milky tendrils swirl through the cup. “I can’t stand leaving Bree, and not knowing if she’s well cared for—and knowing she isn’t happy. You know she doesn’t really like any of the sitters we’ve tried.”

“I know that, yes.” He sat opposite me, stirring his own tea. After a long moment, he said, “But I don’t think you should resign.”

It was the last thing I had expected; I had thought he would greet my decision with relieved applause. I stared at him in astonishment, then blew my nose yet again on the wadded tissue from my pocket. “You don’t?”

“Ah, Claire.” He spoke impatiently, but with a tinge of affection nonetheless. “You’ve known forever who you are. Do you realize at all how unusual it is to know that?”

“No.” I wiped my nose with the shredding tissue, dabbing carefully to keep it in one piece.

Frank leaned back in his chair, shaking his head as he looked at me.

“No, I suppose not,” he said. He was quiet for a minute, looking down at his folded hands. They were long-fingered, narrow; smooth and hairless as a girl’s. Elegant hands, made for casual gestures and the emphasis of speech.

He stretched them out on the table and looked at them as though he’d never seen them before.

“I haven’t got that,” he said quietly at last. “I’m good, all right. At what I do—the teaching, the writing. Bloody splendid sometimes, in fact. And I like it a good bit, enjoy what I do. But the thing is—” He hesitated, then looked at me straight on, hazel-eyed and earnest. “I could do something else, and be as good. Care as much, or as little. I haven’t got that absolute conviction that there’s something in life I’m meant to do—and you have.”

“Is that good?” The edges of my nostrils were sore, and my eyes puffed from crying.

He laughed shortly. “It’s damned inconvenient, Claire. To you and me and Bree, all three. But my God, I do envy you sometimes.”

He reached out for my hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, I let him have it.

“To have that passion for anything”—a small twitch tugged the corner of his mouth—“or anyone. That’s quite splendid, Claire, and quite terribly rare.” 

He squeezed my hand gently and let it go, turning to reach behind him for one of the books on the shelf beside the table.

-Voyager, Diana Gabaldon 

We all know Frank was far from perfect, and Claire needed to be with Jamie. But he did recognize that Claire was special, and pushed her to pursue her passion when she would have given it up. 

So shines a bright moment in a dark marriage. 

anonymous asked:

Based on mars signs who do you think are the best to worst in bed?

We have different taste in sex lol so here’s just my opinion

Scorpio Mars (of course): they’re rough but they’re a sweet kind of rough, knows where to draw the line and not to go too far

Cancer Mars (not everyone’s cup of tea): they’re very sweet, caring, dirty during sex but they usually won’t go the rough route bc they’re not into that (one has actually said that to me but with his chart, it’s understandable)

Stuck in between:
Cap mars: they can be really good but at some point, they just don’t try to please anymore/as much and thinks sweet comments is worth you servicing them

I’m not crazy about mutable Mars’s in general lol

Dream Girl

Pairing: NaruHina

Rating: M

Words: 5,000+

<<Part 1 | Part 3>>

AN: Bitch I’m back. By popular demand. Lol, here’s the part 2 I’m excited to show! Bless @madhattressdelux for being my beta, I needed it. Enjoy. :)

Hanabi speaks of things that are normal for girls her age. Sourly, she talks about how annoying homework is with a pout. Or gossip about her classmate giving a love letter to one of the graduating seniors. The information leaves her lips with a ghastly smirk.

This is all riveting, but Hinata is hardly listening.

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  • Me: I just want to curl under my blankets, read and watch TV series until I fall unconscious IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK
  • Me: *cries*
  • Me: *rolls herself on the floors*
  • Me: *kicks and screams*
  • Me: *opens the window and shouts her frustration to the world*
  • Me: *complains to friends and total strangers*
  • Me: *writes about it on tumblr wasting even more time*
  • Me: *writes a shitty song on the notes of I cant stop this feeling anymore that goes: I can’t study linguistic anymore/I forgotten what life was like before*
  • Me: *cries again convinced she’ll never graduate*
  • Me: *makes herself a cup of tea*
  • Me: *sighs*
  • Me: *goes back to her book totally demotivated*
Waiting Pt. 10 (Yoongi)

*Is this even angst anymore?* 

Word Count: 2,217 words

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6  | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 11 | Pt. 12  | Pt. 13

“So you call me after almost 5 years for a cup of tea? I see why you don’t have many friends.”

“Still as sassy as ever.”

“My husband didn’t appreciate me sneaking out the house like a grounded teenager going to the house party their mom said no to.”

“He hates me?”

“No, but he was scowling when he heard your name.”


“How are you? The kids are alright?”

“Yeah, they’re good. But I’m not..”

“Oh no. I knew it was more that just a cup of tea.”

“I like this guy but you know, Yoongi..”

“Yeah, the jerk who cheated on you.”

“He still loves me and I may or may not have spent three days with him. Without telling the new guy..”


“I know, I know. He cheated on me and dumped me, leaving me by myself but he kept chasing me even since he found me.”

“When did he find you?”

“A little over a week ago.”

“You two didn’t do anything.”

“Besides kiss twice, no.”

“You kissed him?”

“He kissed me the first time and I kissed him the second time.”

“Did you feel anything?” You looked at your cup, the aroma from the tea filling your sense. You remembered when your father told you that you could tell your fate from tealeaves.

But why does the cup of tea look so clouded?

“I don’t know. I liked it, at least.”

“What about the new guy?”

“He’s sweet and all but when he found out, he thought I was still in love with Yoongi.”

“What did you say to him?”

“I wasn’t sure and when he was sure in my feelings for him, to call me.”

“First of all, you’re a hot mess.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Also, why did you kiss Yoongi?”

“He was rambling about something and I just leaned in.”

“You kissed him to shut up.”

“Basically.” You took a sip of your tea and she hit the side of your head. You almost spit out your tea, throwing her a side glare as you calmed yourself down.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”

You don’t know if you like Yoongi and you’re dragging this new guy into the mix. Do you know if they met each other?”


“Sloppy, sloppy mess.”

“Look, I’m caught in a love triangle I don’t even want to be in. Life would have been easier if-”

“Are you blaming Yoongi for this?”

“He cheated.”

And so did you.”


“As much as I hate the fact you’re a single mom because of his stupid mistakes, you can’t put the blame for everything that helps in your life. Hell, did you even let him back in your life or does he have to barge his way in?”

“He’s hurt me before.”

“I get that.”

“You don’t. You don’t know what it’s like waiting all night long for someone who never come home. You didn’t have to search up pictures of your husband or go through his fan sites just to see his face. You didn’t call everyday, hoping to at least hear his voice before you went to bed.”

“You don’t know what it’s like to feel alone in a relationship. You don’t know.

“You’re right, I don’t know. I didn’t go through what you did but what I do know is that you can’t keep feeling sorry for yourself. You can’t cry, scream or yell because you have them, your children. Even when you feel torn, they still need you. I can’t choose which guy is best for you, but I can tell you to choose your kids always.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, the tea was delicious, that was intense and I think I need a nap.”

“You always ruin serious moments.”

“Yeah, remember at graduation when I called the head of the Science Mr. Eggman. He never looked so offended.”

“You were lucky we were graduating, he would have failed you out of spite.”

“I know, I wish I took a picture of his face.”

“Then the dean would have stepped in.”

“I’m cool with the dean.”

“No, you’re not. Goodnight.”

“Night, and remember what I said.”

“Of course.” You went back to your room, falling asleep only to be awoken by Yoongi.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“Morning, Yoongi-Yoongi? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I came with Jin and he has a key.”

“No, I meant what are you doing here?”

“What, you didn’t want be to see your room? It’s pretty cute, did you paint the seashells with them? I can see a little handprint next on one and it’s daintier that yours.

“Whatever. Get out,”you kicked his legs, hearing him grunt in pain and you watched him get on your knees. You must have kicked him in the crotch; it’s not as if he needed more children. He already has two with you.

“My balls.” He spat and you turned over, your back facing him and you tried to sleep. He didn’t leave as you hoped he would and you groaned when you heard his voice ringing in your ears again.

“Are you staying bed all day?”

“Why are you still here?”

“Because I want to be here. Plus you kicked my balls, I can’t get up now.”

“Then, hobble away.”

“Is this how you’re going to treat me?”

“We’re not together anymore. What happened in the hospital..”

“Was just you taking responsibility because you felt guilty?”


“Wow. It sounds worse out loud.”

“Yoongi, it was a mistake.”

“Then, why did you show up? Why the hell did you show up and make me have faith in you again?”

“I couldn’t just leave you like that.”

“You should have.”


“I came here, wanting to sort things out for us but you already did it for me.”

“You knew I still love you. You knew I was about to give up on us. You knew it all but you still came rushing to my side. Why the fuck did you stay?”

“I don’t know, Yoongi.”

“Did you do it to clear your conscience?”


“Did you do it because you still love me?”


“Give me a fucking answer.” He yelled, hitting your floor with his fist and you sat up. You looked at him, the crack in his voice alerting you of the tears that fell from his eyes.

Every teardrop fell into your sheets as he desperately clung to them as if you would slip away if he hadn’t. You were guilty. How could you toy with someone else’s feelings the same way your feelings were?

Didn’t you want to be better than this?

Didn’t you want to be stronger than this?

Why were you doing this?

“It’s because of him, isn’t it?”


“That bastard I caught you kissing. He captured your heart before I could, didn’t he?”

“Yoongi, it’s not him.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, I get it. I might have a thick skull but I get it now.” He got up, avoiding your eyes and you pulled on his arm. You didn’t think about what happened after that, would he pull his arm away, would he look at you and beg you to let him go, would he bark at you?

“I don’t know what I feel. I was so hellbent that I was over you, that I was fine. I kept telling myself that I loved him, not you. But why is it every time I wake up, my thoughts are of you?”

“Why is it every time I see a happy family, I see you, me and our kids?”

“Why is it when he’s holding my hand, I think about how yours felt?”

“Why do I say I don’t want you anymore if my thoughts are all around you?”


“I don’t know what my feelings are, Yoongi but I know there is something here. I kept denying it but it’s always been here.”

“Y/N..” He looked at you, the tears still running and you wiped his cheeks for him. You were caught off guard by the pressing of his lips against yours, his lips soft and gentle and you fall backwards. He stared into your eyes for a moment before leaning in again, your hands cupping his cheeks.

There was a spark of electricity when he kissed you, leaving tingles up your spine and your body became paralyzed to his touch. His hand brushed against your hips, holding you in place as his lips meshed with yours. He pulled away, getting off you and walking out of the room.


“I can’t.”

“I’m not going to make you but do you want to do something together?”


“You wouldn’t be here if you had practice, would you?”


“Then, let’s start over.”

“You’re not going in pjs, are you?”

“Right!” You went to change, Yoongi chuckling at you before you were ready to leave. Jin promised to take care of them and you left with Yoongi.

You watched the passing cars as drove by you, the wind harsh to your hair and placing the strands where it liked. He focused on the road, leaving your mind to wander freely until he parked.

“The lake?”

“Come on.” You took his hand, letting him lead you to the cherry blossoms and you smiled. He knew how much you loved seeing them, the pink flower always bringing you happiness.

“I brought you here because of this.”

“You got to be kidding me.”

“Are you serious? You put our names into a tree?”

“I did.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe I am but I loved you so much then.”

“When was this?”

“When we were 19.”

“When we first started dating, Yoongi.”

“I wanted to marry you, then.”

“I told you were nuts and you need to wait.”

“I did wait, my feelings haven’t changed.” They did waver. 


“I’m not asking you, don’t worry. I just wanted to show you.” You two walked around afterwards, taking in the beauty of the lake and the fallen petals that landed in the water. Yoongi took a few photos with his phone, grumbling about not bringing his camera but willing to settle for the phone’s quality.

“Yoongi, we’re been taking photos in this spot for two hours.”

“Just three more.”

“I’m counting-”

“Smile.” You did so, counting the amount of clicks you heard before dragging him off. You talked with him, remembering stories from your past and teasing him about things he’s done.

“Remember when you almost got a nipple piercing when you were drunk?”

“Will you let that go?”

“Nope.” He sighed and you laughed at his expression, he ended up smiling anyways. He was unable to be mad at you for long anyways.

“Are you going to see him?”

“I don’t want to think about him when I’m with you.”

“Then, what are you thinking about?”

“Whether or not you would kiss me again.”

“Will this answer your question?” He spun you to face him before pressing his lips against yours. You knew he wasn’t the type for public displays of affection but he kissed you like he didn’t care. Your hands strained his hair; your fingers gripping his dyed hair in clumps as his lips never left yours.

“Mm.” You pulled away, not wanting to get carried away in public and kept walking. You were fine with walking behind him until he stopped in front of you.


“What, I’m just admiring the path.”

“Can you walk and enjoy the path? Multitasking is an important skill to have.” He repeated this stopping until you bumped into him and you hit his back.

“If you’re so sick of walking behind me, just jump on my back.”

“Is this your way of getting me to piggyback you?”

“Depends, is it working?”

“You should have just said outright.”

“But you’re cute when you’re annoyed.” You rolled your eyes, hopping on his back and his arms carrying you around. He made you feel safe; something you never thought you would feel again and he took you home after a few more hours.

“I had fun today.”

“So did I.”



“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” You blurted out, you didn’t know why that was the first thing that came to mind but he slowly nodded and you pulled him inside. You had no other excuse besides that, knowing he would leave if you didn’t come up with something,

“The kids are asleep, but they missed you a lot. And Yoongi?”

“She invited me in.”

“Are you staying the night?”


“Just tell me if you do and no funny business.”

“Jin.” He laughed before leaving and you began making something for the two of you. Yoongi raided your fridge and you could hear the two bottles hitting your table.

“You have soju in your fridge?”

“They aren’t for me..”

“He drinks them, huh? Fuck him.” He took glasses from your cupboard and opened the first bottle.

“You can’t drink, Yoongi.”

“Aren’t you letting me stay the night?”

“I didn’t say that..”

“But it was implied.”


“What’s the worst that could happen?”

How about waking up the next morning with your clothes piled up on the floor, a headache and no explanation of what happened the night before?

Is that enough for you?

~Admin Blake

…and then one day I woke up and I thought like a merciless visionary, I thought like a conquistador, I thought like Wonder Woman with brass knuckles. Not every single day, of course, and not everyone loves me, no way. But I am my own rickety-ass invention, and every day I try to find my swagger all over again. I know how to find it most days. I don’t always look inward to find myself. Sometimes I just put on [Gambino’s ‘3005’]. Sometimes I just drink an extra cup of tea and do a dance and think about how good it is to stand tall, to be a monster instead of a dull girl, to not have to ask or apologize just for existing anymore.
—  Ask Polly, nymag
Today started shitty butnended well

I had trouble letting go of yesterday’s stress. I was full of rage all morning.

Which led to some snacking. Granted my snacking involved a cup of tea, 2 clementines & a container of raspberries but it was still stress eating. I did track it though. Honestly this is probably the healthiest stress eating I have ever done but I really don’t find myself craving junk food anymore. Going to work on journaling instead of eating next time.

By the end of the day we had a plan on what to do to fix the stressor and now I am feeling so much better.

!!! Super Important !!!

//As i saw a post like this earlier, i think it’s about time i said something, too.

//The IZ fandom is burning me out. I was denying it for a while, as every time i said my motivation was running low and i had no idea why, the reality was that the IZ fandom isn’t really my daily cup of tea anymore. And i hate facing that kind of issue up front, because i really like it here, there’s so many good artists and RP partners, friends, the community is amazing. Everyone’s so nice and everything. But, the reality is, IZ isn’t my darling interest anymore.

//Don’t get me wrong, i still love IZ a whole lot, and it’s still one of my go-to fandoms! At the moment, it’s definitely in my top three favorites! But, the issue is!..

//It.. IS. Number three. I just don’t click with it like i used too, now, i still enjoy the RP’s and all, the characters are lovable, i adore my Muses, and i enjoy the OC’s/others who interact with me/them. But, i just can’t find the time and care that i used to put into my replies now, and i feel like that’s butchering my current Threads. I can barely even remember some events that were SUPPOSED to take place, but never did. I nearly forgot about the homework thing in @bearsuitzim and I’s RP, and i nearly forgot that Dib and Zp were still outside in @rip-teh-hyooman and I’s RP.

//I’m not leaving. I’m not going on hiatus. I’m not going to drop the Threads. Nothing like that is happening. All that’s gonna happen is most likely less time spent on this blog, and more time spent over at @black-robed-wraith to welcome my new Muse and make everything comfortable. As, (and I’m sure you can tell,) I’m much more into Overwatch lately then IZ.

//Now that this is done, i can leave this as it is, as it’s long enough already. I hope no one is let down, and I hope i can manage to get by just as well with my new Muse. On that note, back to usual activity.

You know when you make a cup of tea and you don’t drink it straight away because you know it’s hot and it’ll burn you so you wait for it to cool but suddenly you forget and you take a sip later and it’s cold and doesn’t taste that good anymore and you slightly wish it was scalding hot rather than a disgusting cold even if you know it would’ve burnt you it’s better than having no tea.
That’s how I felt about him.
—  You Were My Cup of Tea (shabellah)

anonymous asked:

1, 7, 37, 45 - have fun chillin' fam

1. Have a boyfriend or girlfriend?

Nope. Not at all. And if you look closely at my blog description, it says aro ace right there! Amazing, ain’t it?

7.Ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

Yes. I have. I stayed up on at least 10 cans of coffee and maybe a cup of tea. 

37. Live a day without TV?

I never watch TV anymore. Just YouTube.

45. Thoughts on long distance relationships?

I 100% support these people and think that they’re pretty committed! Long distance, woah :O

soft, soft, the softest. no, not even soft anymore, i am liquid. i am honey and milk and camomile tea, i am soft lighting and the quiet backgound music in movies. i am soft skin and damp hair, i am sleepy eyes and warmth, i am the essence of calmness, i am all the colors you won’t find in a rainbow, an empty coffee cup, i am the weird, quiet feeling deep inside your stomach that urges you to do something, anything, i am a book you buy and never read, i am a poem written on a napkin, i am the unlucky daisy, i am the moss on an old rock, i am here and i am alive and i will live and i will be and no human is going to stop me from being because i am alive and i am me