Okay but now i'm really gonna need the story of you summoning, meeting and befriending Satan when you reach the optimal follower count. Pretty please with Jenny on top!?!?
IT’S TIME (I’ve literally been waiting for this moment for a week)
The coffee shop is nearly empty, patrons heading home to dinner and family and sleep. The parking lot outside is quiet and dark, cars silently gliding towards the road, sweeping their headlights briefly over the store front before sliding away. The baristas are more often in the break room than behind the counter, scheduling next week’s shifts and discussing how exactly they’re going to distribute the closing tasks today. They know that the customers who are left are fine, fresh refills in their cups and the knowledge that another is but a holler away.
The author has been observing the slow trickle of people for a while now, casually flipping between the novel she’s supposed to be writing, a bullet point list of interesting facial features, and a crockpot recipe she’s trying to convince herself she really wants to try.
(She does not know why she think she should enjoy crockpot shepherd’s pie. She just knows that she should enjoy it.)
She is one of three customers left in the store. There is a man she’s affectionately named “The Wizard” for his tendency to drape his coat over his shoulders like a cape. He is huddled over his tablet and might be near tears as he scribbles something out. The other customer is a woman the author knows quite well, but will not acknowledge. It is not because of her needle-like teeth or the script written carefully across her shirt or even because of the off-putting cackle the woman seems fond of.
It is because there is some trouble the author knows she should not engage.
So she ignores the woman-who-will-not-be-named and focuses on her computer.
It’s as she’s typing out “charming slouch, neck extended, a home out of his spine” and “add twice amount of onion” that she gets the notification.
“Oh fuck,” says the author. She has not prepared for this at all. (This is pretending that she would have prepared for it with prior warning.)
okay seriously @ the larries…. if you’re going to take everything harry says and call it a lie then why do u stan him??? you’ve made him into a character in your head and anything he does, you manipulate into something else but can you please just leave him the hell alone now and let him be honest without making 10000 theories as to “what he REALLY means” bc you don’t know!!! you don’t know him at all lmao
Hello I'm a really REALLY big fan of your art it is my favorite! I have small request, if your okay with it! Can you draw Izuru with shoulder length hair? And maybe Hinata's reaction to the hair cut?? I hope you have fun with it
Ibuki: Tadaaaaa! Fake short hair!
Okay, it’s not shoulder length and he didn’t cut his hair. lmao
I’m sick as hell, that’s why it’s so sketchy… I wanted to draw backgrounds for once, but I’m too tired. haha;;
(i’m really proud of myself for this banner okay? don’t judge me)(and something happened with the frames and the fonts and i’m way too tired to fix it rip me so let’s go with it) okay so guys!!! i seriously love you all sm!!! you guys are amazing for getting me to 400 416 actually but oh well!!!! so guess what i’m doing this time?? mmc edits and name aesthetics because i really need to make more edits and i’m so not creative at all lol
this tru/mp and phe//vin drama is literally giving me an anxiety attack and I feel really bad and I don't know what to do or how to feel better and I'm just so pathetic bc I'm actually crying over something that doesn't involve me? People are so mean and I don't like it (and please don't hate me but it just makes me v upset to see people defending tru/mp supporters and stuff) and idk what to do I just really really need help and usually u can calm me down by just seeing ur blog and stuff thx bye
JuST A HEADS UP, i resent your message with the / in t’s name… noTHING wrong with your original message or anything you did!!! i just don’t want legit t supporters coming to my blog and possible harassing me/you on this post - just taking a precaution!!!
Aw, buddy - it’s okay. Take a deep breath, count to 7, and let it out counting to 11. It’s going to be okay.
I can’t say I know what exactly is going on - i’ve only scanned through a few posts that happened to appear on my dash but I don’t… understand what’s really happening… but ahh that’s besides the point - I’m sorry to hear your going through a hard time because of what’s happening.
First of all, you have every right to be upset and there is no shame in being so, especially over the ‘defending tru/mp supporters’ thing - that’s like, a ridiculous concept to me as well and I can’t imagine how hurtful it can be to see it happen in front of your eyes.
Overall though, I want to reassure you that you are not pathetic for feeling…even if you’re feeling a lot to the point of crying. In fact, crying is one way your brain/body deals with distressing feelings, so honestly, there’s no shame in that. You’re not pathetic for having such a reaction.
I’m not exactly a professional when it comes to ‘calming down from an anxiety attack’ but it’s best to let it all out - I know crying sucks, but seriously, it’s your bodies way of refreshing yourself and clearing your head, so let it happen - focus on your breathing. Close your laptop/phone/app for a while and give yourself time to take care of yourself. When you’re ready to come back, go straight to a place that calms you down.
Considering you mentioned my blog helps you calm down (which I’m very happy to hear!!), I’d suggest maybe going through my ‘aesthetic’ tag or ‘photography’ tag (or go on instagram and check out satisfying videos) as this is what I personally do when I’ve personally had a distressing breakdown. Sometimes it can really help to get away from the usual buzz of your dashboard. It may even be worth unfollowing a few people (in your ‘following’ part of your blog settings so you don’t have to actually go to their blog to do so) who have been causing distress with mean posts. You can even block them if you are really not happy with seeing such things. There is nothing bad in doing so, especially when it concerns taking care of yourself and your state of mind.
I’m not sure what else to suggest but I really hope you’re okay. If you want to keep talking to me about this to vent, or if you’d rather distract yourself; about things you enjoy, feel free to keep me messaging me. I do want an update on how you’re doing as well, of course!!
Love you lots. It’s going to be okay. Keep breathing. Wishing you all the best!
ahhhh…kay…I had to miss some days of my paxil and the vertigo and heart palpitations and *makes alien hand-gestures* are weeeeiiiirrrrrrd O_O And annoying. I’m at the lowest prescribed dosage of 10mg and I’m still feeling these symptoms. They really weren’t kidding when they said the withdrawal symptoms are STRONG.
Now I shall end this note on a cute gif I randomly found:
poor banana. If only Rak were here to help. *glares at SIU*
Anon: Could you maybe do one were the Winchesters sister is really stressed with school so both of her brothers try to get her to relax and in the end she just falls asleep in her big brothers arms. Really fluffy pleasee. Thanks love stay amazing <3
Sorry this took forever to get out! There’s been a lot of hectic holiday planning on my part. Hope this fulfills the ask!
Summary: Reader is stressed out with school work and hunting and her brothers, the Winchesters notice.
You violently throw your pencil across the room. “ARRRGH!” You cross your legs and shove your fists into your tired eyeballs. “Why me…” And it isn’t too long before you hear a soft tapping on the doorframe.
“Hey, everything okay? You seem a little…on edge.” Sam stands in the doorway.
You sit between your laptop and a couple various pieces of homework on your bed. Though you’re not related by blood to your brothers, Sam and Dean, you have a smart brain like Sam. You actually had been taking online classes so you could do research and hunt and educate yourself rather than go to a public school. Dean liked it more than scheduling times for drop offs and pickups. You had a hunch that he also liked the certain lack of teenage boys that surrounded you, but whatever.
But, as convenient as online classes could be, this week was shaping out nastily. On top of the big case you were researching, your Calculus, Physics, Advanced English, and US History classes had all decided to put their finals on the same week. The mythology essay due in twenty-four hours didn’t brighten things either.
“Yeah man. I’m fine…just…a little stressed out. I’ll get over it.”
“Can I come in?” Sam asks mildly.
You nod unenthusiastically, rubbing your eyes. Your Calculus notes are in front of you while a historical reading and English essay are pulled up side-by-side on your laptop. Your brother enters your room apprehensively, as if expecting more flying pencils to appear. Sam sits down on the bed. He glances at the math scribbles and calculations on a paper with a small smile.
“I’m still impressed you can actually understand this stuff..”
“Yeah. If you’re asking about the research on the case, I’ve got some stuff that might be worth a look at over-”
Sam cuts you off gently. “Y/N, I’m not overly concerned about the case right now. You haven’t been sleeping trying to keep up with your classes.” You look down at your hands. “Look, I’m just concerned about you. It’s not fair to yourself to be trying to do all this at once.”
“I can’t fail these finals Sam. And I can’t let you and Dean down on the case either. So, I’m sacrificing some sleep.” You shrug. “So what?”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure that only getting two to three hours a night is a little more than ‘some sleep’ Y/N. And forget about the case, okay? We can pass it on to another hunter. You matter more than whatever is going on right now.”
“I’m fine…really…” you say more to convince yourself than Sam. “I'm…just…” Tears silently start dripping down your face. You made no effort to start them, but you don’t make an effort to stop them either. They just sort of spill over the edges of your eyes subconsciously.
Sam looks at you super worried, unsure if he did something wrong. “Hey-hey-hey there Y/N. It’s okay. What’s wrong?” He puts his arm softly around your shoulders.
Dean walks down the hall and enters quietly. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”
“School stress,” Sam informs.
“Ahh.” Dean stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, shifting around on his bowlegged knees. Due to the parenting of John Winchester, neither of your brothers had experience with this kind of thing. You let your head hang, your eyes staring at your hunting scarred hands, letting tears run onto them.
“Um…” Dean makes eye contact with Sam. What do we do? he mouths.
I don’t know. Movie? Sam mouths back.
Dean nods. “Hey, kiddo. Come take a break with us, huh? We can pull up a movie, you pick.”
You rub your tired, sad eyes. “Really?”
“Sure man. I’ll even pop some popcorn, force Sam to eat some.”
Sam rolls his eyes, but a small smile starts to form on your lips. “And if I pick something you hate?”
“I’m not saying a word,” Dean replies smoothly.
“Even if it’s something like Twilight?” you jest.
“Now hang on. We all agreed that that movie does not set foot anywhere near here.”
You give a half-laugh, wiping a few more stray tears . “You mean it?”
“Yeah. C’mon.” Sam rubs your shoulder and Dean grasps your hands hauling you off the bed. He pulls you into to a gentle hug. You take a deep whiff of his forest colored flannel; leather, gunpowder, whiskey, and campfire smoke. You begin to calm down in his arms. “School can wait for a few minutes.”
You pick your movie easily: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Tons of action, awesome girl fighters, and a terrific plot every member of the Winchester family could enjoy.
“English subtitles?” Sam clarifies as he inserts the DVD into your player.
You flop onto your bed. “Unless you want a crash course in Chinese, yes.” The microwave beeps distantly in the kitchen. Dean shows back up munching on a giant bowl of buttery popcorn.
“I’m telling you, Sammy, you’re missing out on all the fun here.”
“Hey, you have your movie candy, I have mine.”
Sam and Dean come up on both your sides, leaving you nested in a Winchester brother sandwich. You rub your head against their flannel shirts, the reassuring roughness coaxing your eyelids to droop.
“Thanks guys,” you murmur sleepily. You pop a popcorn piece in your mouth. The greasy butter melts in your mouth as you feel your head begin to lean.
“Man, these girls kick butt Y/N. It’s like giving you a super awesome sword,” Dean comments excitedly, throwing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
“Mmmmh?” You agree softly. Before long, you rest your head on Sam’s arm. The sounds of Chinese warriors begin to fade and then it’s too late; you’re out like a light. In the comfort and security of the two people you love most on Earth.
Sam brushes a piece hair out of your face gently. “She’s out.”
“Not too shabby for two guys who have no idea what they’re doing.” Dean looks down at you fondly. “Get some sleep kid.” Dean softly kisses the top of your head.
A smile forms around the corners of your sleepy mouth.