when raven said “do you know what it’s like to be in pain every day,” i remembered every time i have ever said those exact words to people who don’t understand.
when raven said that she wanted to go back to space because that was the last time she felt free, i remembered every time i wished for things i used to be able to do before my chronic pain started.
when raven chose her own path instead of following the one that other people have set out for her, i thought of every time i have refused medication or have had to stand up for myself because i know what i want to do with my body, no matter how sick or in pain i am.
raven reyes is important representation for people with chronic pain. we may not be a large group but we’re here and we love raven reyes with all of our hearts.
merry christmas @vristspo! its technically christmas day here so im posting this before i forget with all the celebratory business later
i saw you writing nice tags on one of my other potterstuck things so i figured that might be the way to go. john sends unorthodox howlers at inopportune times. if you remember the other potterstuck piece (on my sideblog) you know how dave gets his revenge hehe. i hope you have a great holiday and a happy new year!
❝ Any day I think I’m gonna break now. ❞ ❝
I’m hearing voices in my head. ❞ ❝
It’s never making any sense. ❞ ❝
I’ve got a burning in my heart. ❞ ❝
It’s tearing me apart. ❞ ❝
Somebody call the doctor! ❞ ❝
Hey, I think I’m losing my mind now. ❞ ❝
Having trouble finding a way out. ❞ ❝
Shine so bright, this star’s gonna burn out. ❞ ❝
I take and don’t know how to give. ❞ ❝
You know I never mean well. ❞ ❝
I can’t help but to help myself. ❞ ❝
The mirror showed somebody else. ❞ ❝
There’s dents in every cause. ❞ ❝
They don’t take ya very far. ❞ ❝
We’re in a special kind of hell. ❞ ❝
It’s like a monster in the night. ❞ ❝
It’s giving me a fright. ❞ ❝
Oh when did I begin? ❞
LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME THE HERO
I’m down but you know I’m not out. ❞ ❝
I’m coming back again. ❞ ❝
Can’t break me, I’m not givin’ up. ❞ ❝
I gotta prove them wrong. ❞ ❝
Take your time ‘cause I’m not taking mine. ❞ ❝
Voice in my head said to keep on going. ❞ ❝
Don’t let ‘em see you bleed, don’t want your weakness showing. ❞ ❝
Tell me it’ll all be fine. ❞ ❝
That’s a lie, if I don’t reach out then how could it be mine? ❞ ❝
My whole world was crumbling down. ❞ ❝
What doesn’t kill you’s bound to come back for another. ❞ ❝
I’ve found a way to tame my own monster inside. ❞ ❝
Yeah we’ll survive the night. ❞
HEROES NEVER DIE
Pull out the stops. ❞ ❝
I got a way that we can get it. ❞ ❝
Just say the word, I’ll kick it up to eleven. ❞ ❝
We’re knocking on your door. ❞ ❝
Don’t break it up, break it down. ❞ ❝
We’ll kill the night. ❞ ❝
And we’ll never see the sun. ❞ ❝
I’ll call the shots. ❞ ❝ Don’t you tell me when I’m done. ❞ ❝
Live it up, this life is amazing! ❞ ❝
Don’t need to show no mercy, cause heroes never die. ❞ ❝
Now listen up, I’m gonna give you a rundown. ❞ ❝
Got you in my sights. ❞ ❝ You know I’ve got this on lockdown. ❞ ❝
This life was meant for me. ❞ ❝
Step to the plate. ❞ ❝ You gotta show me what you got. ❞
What can I make and what can I sell? ❞ ❝
Am I a fraud or a genuine scam? ❞ ❝
Am I a monster or worse, just a man? ❞ ❝
But in the end we’re all the same. ❞ ❝
To the grave we only take our names. ❞ ❝ There’s an ocean made of dreams. ❞ ❝
But the current strands you out at sea. ❞ ❝ I wake up to find the passing of time. ❞ ❝ Made my mirror show someone I don’t know. ❞
❝ But all kingdoms drown. ❞
❝ Tides bring them down. ❞
My army has fallen. ❞
The subjects stay loyal but don’t wait their turn. ❞
Now blindly they follow their king to the fray. ❞
But s/he has no action. ❞ ❝ And they have no say. ❞ ❝
But in the end we’re bound to change. ❞ ❝
We’re made for more than all of these numbers and names. ❞ ❝
We could all go down in flames. ❞ ❝ Relinquish these words from my mouth. ❞
❝ The sirens, they sing laments just for me. ❞
❝ I fall to my knees and beg for release. ❞
When my kingdom comes my will be undone. ❞
world then decides where to hang my hide. ❞
Maybe one day you’ll find humanity. ❞
Until then don’t you dare say that we are the same. ❞
You understood he needed space, this was big, bigger than you could imagine, and Dean needed to find his own way to deal with it all.
Yet when you stumbled across him sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to wash everything away with beer, you couldn’t walk away.
“Hey handsome.” After minutes of debating whether to disturb him you slowly made your way around the kitchen island, still wary.
“Hi.” His voice was low and tone depressed, his eyes never leaving the collection of photos in his hands.
“You wanna talk about it?” You used your finger nails to scratch the top of his head, a feeling you knew he liked.
“Not really.” You could see his words were a lie by the way he covered them up with a long sip of alcohol.
“Dean…” You sighed, joining him on the floor, arms crossed over your chest.
“It’s just… she’s back and it’s so weird.” He leant his head on your shoulder, face hiding in your chest.
“And she’s not like you thought she was.” You ran a soothing hand up and down his arm, finger tips tickling his skin as he shook his head.
“I always had this picture in my head from what Dad told me, from what he wrote, even from what I could remember.” He looked up at you through thick eye lashes, eyes full of confusion and hurt. “It’s all so different.”
“I get that but the important thing to remember that this is your Mom, she’s alive and she’s here.” You cupped his face, ensuring he was listening before kissing his forehead. “We’ll figure out the rest together.”
“I love you.” He smiled slightly before snuggling back into your chest, your arms wrapped around each other as you sat there in silence for god knows how long.
So this customer comes in and asks for something from the ad, which she didn’t bother to bring in with her because I work here so I obviously memorize the entire ad every week. Luckily, we keep entire stacks of them by the front door and every other isle around the store. I flip through, and the customer wants the outfit one of the random models is wearing. I immediately recognize both items because I’ve worked here entirely too long. The shirt is one I actually wanted, but it was $40, and it went on clearance for $34.98. I tell her first thing that we might not have the shirt because it’s on clearance and then show her the pants.
She argues with me about how the pants I show her are not the pants in the ad. The pants are actually advertised though, so I show her the style number, and what do you know, they’re the right pants because I know how to do my job. So she doesn’t want the pants anymore because “the ad made then look different” and asks about the shirt again. So I tell her the shirt went on clearance about a month ago, and I haven’t seen it around, but “I’ll check,” which means I walk around the clearance racks looking for it. Of course I can’t find it, and then I don’t remember exactly what she said, but she argued with me again and started grilling me about how I knew it was on clearance and maybe it was in the back and how did I know, how could I be sure?
Because this is my job, I literally was the one who scanned the department for clearance, I marked the tags with the clearance prices, and I hung them on the clearance rack. I remember thinking the shirt was cute, but I wanted to wait until it was cheaper than $35 to buy, so I was watching it, but it was gone one day so someone else had to have bought or stole it. And we don’t get more of a clearance item (Usually. Sometimes the distribution center cleans out their stock and we get things that have gone on clearance, but that’s rare.) That’s how retail works.
I had to bring the shirt up on the computer and show her that our inventory was zero and every store in the area was zero before she’d shut up, and then she bitches at me that the shirt shouldn’t be in the ad if it’s not in stores. Technically, the shirt wasn’t *featured* in the ad, the pants were and the model was just wearing the shirt, but I agree with that. It actually happens a lot that someone wants something the model in the ad or posters around the store is wearing, but we don’t have it. But that is something I can’t do anything about. If I was in charge of the ad or making items clearance or not, I’d be at corporate, and I wouldn’t be in the physical store answering your dumbass questions.
Don’t ask me for help if you’re just gonna argue with my answers. Please just keep assuming you know better and shop on your own.
Yeah you, the ones who are so excited to fly away in just a few months or weeks. Take a deep breath, this is really exciting - I know! Here’s a few tips from a girl who is not ready to leave her host country, hopefully they are a bit different from the “don’t hide in your room” tips you always hear:
1. Take photos. Of everything. A good meal, your friends, a dog you see on the street. Do not be embarrassed to take selfies in front of random things. The locals won’t get it, but they don’t have to.
2. Eat the scary thing. It might be nasty, it might be amazing - either way you have a story.
3. Don’t take a single moment de granted. Because one day you won’t see that view of the town on your long, rainy walk home. You will miss it.
4. Exchange weight is whatever. Eat all the things. Eat Japanese sweets and Italian pasta with your friends until your stomach hurts from good food and laughing.
5. A good way to make friends is just tagging along. My best friends here, I made by pretty much following them around for weeks until I became a part of the friend-clique. It works!
6. Take a deep breath. Some days, everything will suck. Remember how lucky you are to explore the world.
7. Go to school. But also skip class. Be lagom, as the Swedes say. It doesn’t translate to English properly, but it means not too much, not too little - just right.
8. Remember that you go through 5 years worth of growth in exchange. That comes with five years of emotions in one year. Feel these intense feelings, and roll with them. Let them come. It will make you better.
Good luck, my little exchangers! You’ve got the world ahead of you - go take it all in!
Hi! I just wanted to talk to someone, my bias is baekho so I mainly paid attention to him at first in pd101 but I've noticed that ren seems almost defeated at times..? Maybe it's the editing but I'm worried about him, he seems to have lost his confidence and I never thought he would... I lo/\e you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (I keep on crying because of all the new fans!!!)
Yeah, I think he’s putting a lot of pressure on himself, to be fairly honest. He has a lot of fire in him, though, as we could see from his Playing with Fire performance. He always gets back on his feet and tries to put as much energy as he can into everything he does. Ren has a lot of passion and a really strong will to keep going even when things get tough. He suffers from a lot of self-doubt, I think, but he always powers through it. I believe his time to shine is coming very soon, I really believe he’s going to make sure people remember his name just as the other three have.
It’s amazing how many new fans NU’EST has gained! It’s been so wonderful, so heartwarming! It’s honestly so refreshing to see so much activity in the NU’EST tag again, when for so long we struggled to get even one update after a day. I welcome all new fans with open arms!
Don’t forget how hard seventeen was. That year took more than it gave, but one thing it did give was empathy. At the very least, you can understand people’s suffering now, and you have learned that suffering is relative. Don’t forget that you’re still allowed to have rough days, but remember to help out others who are also having a rough day. And if you ever feel seventeen again, just remember with a smile all that happened at eighteen.
I haven't checked in a while but i'm pretty sure I've read every worth while ao3 gafou fic. they're all so short or unfinished ),: i'm slowly dying
No no listen you want to know the COOLEST thing ????? I remember the day before beauty and the beast came out (I saw it on the premier), I looked up gaston/lefou on AO3 as a joke, like just to see what was on there. (Oh innocent innocent little me)
There were NINE fanfictions tagged with Gaston/Lefou.
You know how many there are now?
ONE HUNDRED. AND. THIRTEEN. 113.
Like honestly we’re witnessing the growth of what I think will become a pretty popular ship. It’s the coolest thing ever. Everyone is creating things so that in a few years we’ll have a full-fleshed out fandom. It’s amazing.
A/N- Not what I originally planned to post, but I decided to do something for the holiday today. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Another part of my Uncle Sam and MJ series; this fic will make sense if you haven’t read the others.
*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my works*
Growing up Sam and Dean had never really celebrated holidays. Since MJ was born they tried to be better about it and celebrate the big ones for her, but holidays weren’t their thing. Hence how Dean had totally forgotten about Valentine’s Day, he didn’t remember till his daughter brought it up.
“Daddy,” MJ entered the kitchen, hiding something behind her back. Dean raised an eyebrow suspiciously, this ought to be good.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!’ The five-year-old waved the very pink card she’d made in her father’s face. Dean was a little shocked, how did she even know?
Dean took the card, carefully examining all the drawings, “Wow, thank you, it’s amazing! Where did you make this?”
“At Jody’s house,” MJ proudly announced, “I was bored and one of Alex’s friends told me about Valentine’s Day and suggested that I make cards for my parents. At first I was sad because I didn’t have a Mommy to make one for.”
Dean shifted in his seat and sadly smiled at his daughter, “But then Alex said that Valentine’s Day is about loving everybody, not just your Mom and Dad. She said that I could make cards for other people too. So, I made everybody a card.”
“I’m glad to hear that sweet heart, I love you.” Dean pulled MJ into his lap and kissed her forehead. He’d have to remember to thank Alex for smoothing things over.
“I love you too Daddy. Do you know where Uncle Sam is?”
“Right here kiddo.” Sam entered the room just as he heard his adorable niece calling for him. He pulled out a chair at the table and MJ hopped down from Dean’s lap and stood next to her uncle.
She held out the card for the older man who graciously accepted it. “Happy Valentine’s Day Uncle Sam.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day MJ.” As Sam opened the card a pile of glitter flew out from the inside, coating his lap in the glittery, pink substance. Dean totally lost it and fell on the floor laughing. Sam looked up at his niece, who was trying to hold back her giggles.
“Sorry Uncle Sammy. I didn’t mean for it to do that. Honest, but it is kind of funny.” Sam couldn’t help, but to join in the laughter. He winked at his niece before scooping up a handful of the glitter and tossing it at Dean.
And that ladies and gentleman is how the legendary Valentine’s Day glitter fight started.
Okay but guys… the ship name for Ed and Lucius should at least have “Foxy” in it, okay? That’s their thing. I’ve seen Foxma, but Foxygma continues the Nygmobblepot tradition of being difficult to pronounce, and has Foxy in it, so that’s the tag I’ve been using the past few days on here and I’m sticking with it.
This is a PSA for my tagging system, basically.
Also, I can’t believe they continued with Ed calling him Foxy. I’ve personally been hyper aware of it, but I was also so worried it would be a one-off. I’m pleased as punch that this unique nickname was the key to how Lucius deduced it was Ed. He remembered!
When you least expect it - Part 3: Whatever it is (SPN AU)
Characters (first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Mills), Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel Singer, Henry, Tracey, Lisa Braeden (mentioned), Ben Braeden (mentioned), Lucifer (mentioned), Sam Winchester (mentioned) - I think that is it for this chapter.
Pairings: Reader/Dean, Lucifer/Reader (history)
Warnings: bad break up stories, Sick kid story (but he is all better), feelings, I think that is it.
A/N: This is my newest series. It is a Mechanic!Dean AU and it is mostly written from the readers POV but it will have a few from Dean’s as well. It is an emotional rollercoaster so consider yourselves warned. It will have smut, fluff and angst. It will get pretty dark at some point too.
This chapter: After sleeping with each other twice how does the friend thing work out for Dean and Y/N?
Saw this thing @rederiswrites did, making a moodboard out of only images on your phone, and wanted to give it a shot! Turns out I have a shit ton of images on my phone so it took me ages to wade through. I kind of just stopped scrolling when I got to november of last year and felt like I’d picked enough.
Mood: pretty nature, fluffy dogs, fairy lights, art and friends. I captioned each pic if you’re curious!
This made me super happy so if any of you wants to do it too, feel free to tag me in it :)
rules: put your music on shuffle and write down the first ten songs, then tag ten mutuals
Aight so I did this in my car without looking at the post and I couldn’t remember how many so I did 15 lmao
1. Cross My Heart -Marianas Trench
2. Everything’s Easy -Girlyman
3. Tokyo -Imagine Dragons
4. Thunderstruck -AC/DC
5. Wasted Feelings -Foxy Shazam
6. Walk Away -Green Day
7. Stray Heart -Green Day
8. The End Of All Things -Panic! at the Disco
9. Ride -Twenty-One Pilots
10. Every Snowflake is Different -My Chemical Romance
11. Hudson -Girlyman
12. This Ain’t a Scene, It’s a goddamn arms race -Fall Out Boy
13. (It’s) Too Late Baby -Foxy Shazam
14. Photo Finish -3OH!3
15. Nothing Really Matters -Sick Puppies
Request: An idea for the holidays. The reader hates christmas because something
bad happened last Christmas : friend died. Had to say goodbye to someone
really close. Something really important was stolen. She was attacked
and almost died.(sorry I love angst)
A/N: I regret nothing. The reader is like…early twenties. Italics are the readers thoughts.
You stood at the top of the bunker stairs taking in view; it had been exactly one year since you had stood in that same spot. Everything looked the same as it did that day. There were papers scattered along the war room map, a coffee cup sitting where someone, probably your uncle, had been doing research. The garland and holiday lights were still wrapped around the stair railing. It even smelled the same.
You slowly made your way down the stairs, listening to see if anyone was in the bunker. It was unlikely, nobody was expecting you to come home, not after what happened last year. Ugh last year.
Last Christmas had resulted in a fight between your father and yourself. You had done what Sam and him always wanted for you. You had gone to college. Been normal. However it wasn’t meant for you, it never was. You had always done it to make your family happy. You had decided last Christmas that you were done pretending to be someone you weren’t for your family and told your dad and uncle you wanted in.
Which resulted in the biggest blowout in Winchester family history; it was even bigger then when Sam left for Stanford.
The last words you had exchanged with your father was that he was a terrible father who pushed you to be someone you weren’t. The last thing he had told you was that you were too naive to understand and that he couldn’t wait until the day you came to him, telling him that he was right.
Letting out a sigh you continued your journey around the bunker.
dear person i like (romantically? this is a vague one.. ill go with romantically),
huh, i wonder if you’ll read this in a lil bit? :0
i wish i could be there with you !! i like to imagine, sometimes, just relaxing with you and watching tv with our cats,, that would be really nice !! or just small domestic things like cooking food together. i’m!! super excited to one day cook pancit for you !! <3
you make me happy to think about, and i hope you know how loved and incredible you are,, you always manage to surprise me when you remember something i’ve said or you remind me of how much you love me or you reblog something into my tag–it’s,, wild
also i think it’s silly that the two of us can just go back and forth about our ocs, or just go back and forth going “i love you” for a good thirty minutes to two hours (time flies when we talk,, i can’t wait to speak to you more during the summer aaaa)
i dont really have a favorite panel, but ive been meaning to draw a picture of this since the update came out so i figured it was probably time to give it a go …………
theres a limit to how nice and refined i can make a pic in one day but hey i just need u all to remember that this is a thing that happened. our sweet lil cinnamon troll. he did that. he kicked lord englishes ass. repeatedly