one of the few that know i run a blog


In case you haven’t already heard about the blog exposing-the-fakes, let me update you. It’s run by a girl who goes by the name Diana Leigh and claims she’s 21, lives in LA, and, most bizarrely, personally knows 5sos. She gives out false and sometimes worrisome information about the boys. For example, she tells people Michael self harms. How would he feel if he saw that; someone he’s never met convincing her 2,000 followers of something so serious? Although it could be accurate, she isn’t someone who would know. The only people who do are Michael and those who are actually close to him. The fact that she’s going around promising it to be true is only doing damage. On top of all that, she’s hinting towards the fact that she’s Ashton’s “secret girlfriend”. Those are just two of her lies. They don’t end there, but listing them all would take forever.

I wouldn’t be concerned about this situation if no one believed her, but for some strange reason — even though she’s never provided any solid proof whatsoever — a lot of people do. Like I mentioned before, she has at least 2,000 followers. Fans are putting their faith in her and genuinely thinking their questions and wishes will get to 5sos through her blog. It’s messed up and has left me feeling uneasy for a long time now.

So, I’m here to hopefully shut her down for good.

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anonymous asked:

I'm a young trans guy and I've only come out to my closest friend. Do you have any advice for people unable to come out, wear binders, and things like that? Also, when I came out to my friend, they came out to me as non binary. What can I do to support them fully? Thank you so much! Much love!! 💕

First of all, congratulations on coming out to someone, that’s a big deal! ❤️ I’m not the best at giving advice, & I’d recommend you check out blogs like @trans-relatable, @brotherly-advice , and similar blogs for stuff like this, there are more people running those with more experiences than just me, and you might find that people have already asked the questions you have! That being said, I can offer a few things as I was in a similar position to you when I started coming out: 

  • Sports bras are a manageable alternative to binders if you’re unable to wear one for whatever reason. Just be sure you don’t buy one that’s too small. 
  • Boxers are really great because they can alleviate dysphoria but no one has to know you’re wearing them because they’re not visible to the public. They can also be pretty cheap too, so they’re easily attainable. 
  • Masculine deodorant/cologne. I found this to be really helpful in the beginning, maybe you will too! 
  • I changed my name/pronouns with a few close friends at first before I really came out. They referred to me as Eli/he/him when it was safe to, and this was really helpful to me too. Don’t feel pressured to tell everyone right away, you can just try it with a few friends first!  
  • I really like wearing hats (beanies, baseball hats, flat-brim hats, etc.), I find they make me feel/look more masc. & I’m more comfortable that way. And they can be really helpful if you’re unable to cut your hair. 
  • Shirts that button up, have collars, or pockets, really help alleviate my dysphoria. If you’re unable to buy “men’s” clothes, you can easily wear button up women’s shirts, flannels, etc.

Allllll that being said, this is just my experience. Lots of different people have different experiences and different things that help them, so these might not apply to you, and that’s okay! Like I said before, please check out transgender blogs/websites/resources directly for more questions like this ❤️ 


okay so. as someone who runs one of the very, very few ocpd-centric blogs on tumblr (not this one, i mean @thatocpdfeel ), its actually so upsetting how little people know abt ocpd, even here on tumblr amongst other mental health bloggers. not to say anything bad abt those bloggers!!! its just not spoken abt much. maybe thats because its not as common as, like, bpd or avpd, but its also because SO many ocpd symptoms are ENCOURAGED by society. i get so many tags on my posts saying “thats an ocpd thing???” or “thats not normal???” or “im not supposed to do that???” like so much of what is killing us from the inside are things parents, teachers, and guardians all think are positive attributes to have, but we internalize those things in such a twisted and intense way that we suffer and yet are idealized for our suffering.
ive had so many people with other illnesses, like depression, tell me how ocpd has its upsides because i can be productive and get stuff done when they cant even get out of bed. thats not how it works.
ocpd is not being perfect.
ocpd is NEEDING to be perfect because even the tiniest mistake means you are the scum of the earth and deserve to die.
ocpd is not double checking your work to make sure you got everyting right because you want a good score.
ocpd is perfecting the wording of a single sentence because if it doesnt imply the exact thought you are trying to get across then it means you have failed and even if it is still technically right and no points are taken off, inside you know that it was wrong and it COULD have been better and your personal standards are ten times higher than the official standards because you know that the goals you need to reach to be successful are leaps and bounds above what the average person needs, not because you are better than them but because you must strive to become better than them at all cost because second best is still a loser.
ocpd is not orangizing your work station before starting a new project.
ocpd is crying and screaming while you trash 42 different versions of the same attempted project and shoving everything off your desk and wanting to pull out your hair or bang your head on a wall because you messed it up so many times already and if you dont get it right this time you will never get it and you will be marked as a failure for the rest of your life, unable to accomplish literally anything and youre so terrified of that thought you take six hours to scrub at your desk and mop the floor and take a razor to that bit of wax thats been stuck on the leg of your chair for a week and half and meticulously organize everything into boxes, counting every ration you put in to make sure they all even out, and listing everything thats there and labeling the boxes then straight up leaving the work area and not thinking about the project for another month.
ocpd is not having a folder of all your important documents because you know you will need them some time.
ocpd is having six folders, each containing vastly different documents, some of which are important, some of which are just old receipts to mcdonalds, some are keepsakes from friends, some of which are just a scap of paper with scribbles that you dont remember what they mean but maybe one day you will, and the rest are just any paper youve ever come across in your life. theyre all just as important as everything else though because the thought of prioritising them is nearly incomprehensible because they are all important and you need them all for equally important things so when you need, like, that paper for your auto insurance you first must sift through six hundred pages of notes your friends passed back and forth in middle school over five years ago and you dont even talk to them anymore but you absolutely cannot get rid of them. its all so important.
ocpd is not being productive.
ocpd is waking up and remembering that you are an inherently flawed and imperfect being, but also that your worth in this world is defined by what you put into it, so even if you cant be perfect, if you make enough perfect stuff or do enough stuff perfectly, it will all give the illusion to others as well as yourself that you are perfect. so you push yourself to do whatever it is you do. regardless of your other illnesses, you work and and try to be as productive as you possibly can because thats your only chance. you go into work sick. you push yourself past your limits, past what you know you are physically/mentally able to do, and you suffer for breaching those limits but all that pain is WORTH it because you are temporarily overcome with a sense of accomplishement and SOMEONE is finally proud of you. you did something right FOR ONCE. so even if you go completely nonverbal, or lay in bed for the next week in pain, or end up in the ER, or seventeen other things didnt get done, there was the most brief sense of absolute euphoria even if its almost immidiately replaced by a sense of overwhelming anxiety about what you messed up, forgot, did wrong, or ignored to achieve that feeling and the cycle of fixing, fixing, fixing repeats itself. ocpd is not being bossy, egotistical, or controlling. ocpd is a deeply psychological understanding that even the most insignificant mistake will reflect back on you in the most exaggerated and horrendous way possible. its knowing that if you ask your friend to go get you a red pen, but they bring you a blue one, and you dont know they got blue instead, so if you write even the smallest mark in that blue ink, even if its technically okay to write in red or blue, you specified red, so the fact that its blue makes it wrong and unnacceptable so in your mind its better to drop what your doing and get the correct red pen yourself even if its right beside your friend and you are already focusing on something else. the concept of asking others to do something, not even something in a manner of helping you but just to divide up jobs evenly, its absolutely impossible. because if they do something wrong, it will reflect on you, then you did something wrong and we both know that doing something wrong is completely out of the question. you would rather multitask four things at once, but the sight of someone else just twiddling their thumbs while you bust your ass is so infuriating! why cant they do what you are doing? why cant they just read your mind and know exactly what you need, when you need it, and be helpful? thats what you would do if they were in your situation! if they were working like you, you would hand them everything. you would also probably go ahead and just put that back for them. well, you could also handle that too. and before you know it, their job is your job and there they are twiddling their thumbs and looking at you for a job to do. its the phrase “if you want something done right, do it yourself” taken to a whole other level. ocpd is so much more than what people think. were more than just a “type a personality” or “perfectionists” and its not just “mild ocd” either. ocpd is painful. please remember that.

Never thought this day would come.

100 followers , actually it’s 130 but that happened while I was making this post, this is the largest amount of followers I’ve ever had on a blog. I might lose a few after this post but hey I wanted to make a big thank you so here we are.

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So to end off this post and to keep up my tradition of needing a read more on long posts, I’m going to link to all the blogs I can and write down a little thought and why you should follow them.I’m going to be keeping this list mutual exclusive and if anyone I follow gets left out I apologize, sometimes I’m a bit scatter brained and forget which personals have side blogs. Also some will be a bit longer then others because I don’t know a few of these blogs and the muns well. Hoping to change that though~

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assuming no one from my dnd group is gonna be fucking peeking on my blog because i know at least three of them have my url

Anyway these two ladies run the local weapons shop in the town our heroes are gonna start out in. One of the three quests I have planned for my team involves a challenge these two devised a few years back as a game/tournament for the town. Essentially, below their shop is an intricate basement with puzzles and monsters on each floor. You pay to play, you win prizes based on how far you make it in their gauntlet. Because it’s gotten so popular, they make a killing selling tickets to watch heroes attempt to run the course. That said, they certainly make enough to give out some killer prizes.

They’re also a super cute couple.

Indulge me for a moment:

OK. I wanted to ramble a bit more about what I had in mind for the zine, since I’m paranoid that trying to convey it concisely might not’ve been the best choice. It’s probably unnecessary, but I’m hoping that by blathering on for a bit, we can avoid getting overwhelmed by certain character appearances.

My goal is for the zine to have a flow that spans all the decades we’re covering in it, which is why I’m putting a lot of emphasis on folks to explore all the variety available in the 40-odd years we’re looking at. This is just my reminder to participants to keep this in mind when planning their pieces, and also hopefully some inspiration for some folks who might be struggling to think of a concept.

With Era 1 (Homeless Stan / Young Scientist Ford), there’s about a decade to consider.

  • Homeless Stan starts with teen Stan and ends with the be-mulleted man we love, but there are a lot of personas in between to play around with: he’s been to jail 3 times, been out of the country, has tried his hand at all sorts of trades, been banned from almost all 50 states…the man’s gotten around in that decade. 
  • Scientist Ford would begin as a college freshman and end with the distraught nerd we see go into the portal, but there are things in between, like his road trip to Gravity Falls or monster hunts/stakeouts/etc that could be included in those years. 

Era 2 (Mystery Shack!Stan / Portal!Ford) spans the longest chunk of time, and in canon we get a pretty boiled down summation.

  • I say “Mystery Shack” in relation to Stan, but I’m less interested in tourists and more interested in what he’s doing in the off season. How “Stanford” Pines earned such a long and absurd rap sheet. All the things Stan had to do to get by when tourists weren’t in season; trying to make the portal work; the work he did looking for the journals, and the things he found in the woods instead.
  • Portal!Ford has a lot more to go on thanks to Journal 3, but there’s a majority of 3 whole decades and countless worlds that aren’t covered in his recap. 
  • I feel like the most important thing with era 2 is variety for both of them: in ages, environments, disguises, etc. 

Era 3 (Sea Stans) probably needs the least explanation, because they’re just two old guys sailing the world, fighting monsters, and basically being Twindiana Jones. 

Hopefully this helps get my vision across a little better. I want all of you, the artists, to understand, because we don’t want to end up with 15 Mullet!Stans.

Right now, the approximate distribution is:

Era 1: 22/30 pgs

Era 2: 11/30 pgs

Era 3: 17/30 pgs

The numbers aren’t exact, but it’s clear that Era 2 needs more folks. I also haven’t calculated the number of Stan vs Fords we’re getting, but I know that most of the Era 2s are Fords.

In all, we’re striving for about 96 pages total, leaving me a few pages for things like an introduction, index, etc. I get that we don’t necessarily need an exactly even number of one twin or the other, but I’d like to be close. 

Thanks for letting me babble. XD

One last thing before I go:
I’ve been trying to keep this zine and the blog kind of quiet while we get things up and running, so that we’re not bombarded with folks asking questions and things we’re not quite ready to answer yet. Not that it has to be kept a secret or anything, but I’d appreciate updates not being reblogged. Thanks! 

Introductory Post!

Hi there!

I’m a new studyblr in the community, and I just wanted to say hello to everyone.  I’m a year 12 student in the UK and I’ve started this blog to motivate myself to actually do some revision, because god help me I need to.  I study history, biology, chemistry, and, my favourite, physics.

A few facts about me:

  • I basically run the music department at my school, and I love every minute of it (even when I’m up till two trying to get that one harmony notated for choir the next morning)
  • I love, love, love dogs.  I have two of my own, and I volunteer at a kennel with fifty beagles (and yes I know them all by name)
  • My dream is to study Natural Sciences at Cambridge, and that’s my main motivation for all the work I do

Finally, a shout out to my favourite studyblrs!

(there should be a photo with this but it won’t let me post it??)

anonymous asked:

The comment you added to my confession literally saved my life that day. Naysayers need to chill. You're adding a human element and reaching out to those of us who are desperate and it's beautiful.

This took me a while to respond to, as I saw the notification come in when you sent it. 

I was talking to my boyfriend about this - sometimes I forget that what Erin, Trelawney, and I do is actually making a difference. I forget that all almost 39,000 of you are actual real people, who feel the same things I used to. I forget that there are so many of you guys, all struggling and are looking for somewhere they feel understood and safe. I sometimes feel like I’m not doing something important, and that it really doesn’t matter. I get discouraged when we get nasty messages, or when there’s an overwhelming number of pro-ed messages in the inbox. It can be tiring and very disheartening. 

But then we get messages like the last few I posted. And then we get a message like this one. Where it brings me right back to the fact that you guys are real. And that we are making a difference by running this little blog. 

I am so honoured to have played such an important part in that day for you. I am so proud of you for working through your pain of that day, and I am so thankful that we were a part of that. 

I don’t really know what else to say other than I’m so happy that you’re here, and just thank you. Thank you for sending this incredibly sweet message, for bringing me back to reality, and for being one of the fantastic people that make this blog what it is. 

From the bottom of my heart, thank you. And I love you, so much. If you ever forget that or your worth, we will absolutely remind you <3

- Tegan

anonymous asked:

it is not my place to comment on your health, but you know that many of your followers struggle with eating disorders, and you continue to post bikini pictures of your very thin and toned body.. no judgment, but not everyone can recover and maintain the low bf % that you have. i expected more from you given that you have built your following on recovery and are doing the NEDA internship..

This makes me so incredibly sad. When I post photos of myself, it is NEVER EVER with any ill intentions. Everyone has the right to post photos of their bodies. I’m proud of mine. It’s been through a lot, I work hard for this body, I do my best to fuel it well, I run hard, this blog is a space for me, one that I made years ago to document my journey. It has nothing to do with putting others down and I would HOPE after what this blog has become over the last few years that others would know that too.

anonymous asked:

Hello, i love your blog and your amazing gifs. Do you take gif-requests? if so, in that video (the one you made gifs of the past few days) at around 07.27 there's this beautiful smile of Billie, could you make a gif of that? i hope you don't mind me asking, i just don't know how to make gifs <3

I don’t mind you asking at all, tbh I’m running out of things to gif so thank you. Here you go =D

anonymous asked:

Hi, I've been in the community for a few years now and just found the blog. I know some of the more famous staff like Clef, and Bright, but the more frequent posters notably Roth, and Fantem are new to me. Would you guys introduce yourselves just in case anyone else is wondering the same thing?

Oh, aye. I’m Roth. SCP operational staff and a member of the internet outreach team. I’m no big member. I mainly help run our social media outlets with the rest of the team, besides that I only have one tale to my name. My blog on here is Blaruu.

Just gonna let the other staff reblog/edit themselves into this post if they want. -Roth

Bim Trimmer Support Blog!

So, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now but I finally decided to go ahead and start a Bim Trimmer support blog. I know there are a lot of support group blogs already, but Bim didn’t have one. And so many people on here say he’s one of their favorite egos, including me, so I couldn’t help but make one for him. Honestly I’m excited to really get it up and running.

If you’re interested in checking it out, you can find the blog here. I’d queued a few reblogs as of last night, so there should be some stuff there already. Thank you to anyone who takes time to even look at it. And thanks to @martziplier98 and @markiplitessepticeyes for giving me the go ahead to do this! 

EDIT: somehow I forgot to mention this, but incase anyone was interested in helping run the blog (reblogging, making gifs/edits, answering asks) feel free to message me! :)
This isn’t about KnB but...


I need to rant, okay?





No one is forcing you to read it.


Let’s get started with this rant…

So I am heavily into a few fandoms, including: KnB, FFXV, MCL, Voltage Otome, etc.

I have had multiple blogs. I run two Final Fantasy XV blogs, this blog and used to run an Otome blog, that is until I closed it down.

You know why I closed it down? The same reason for what my favorite FFXV blog ( @nifwrites ) , went through today.

Lemme tell you something. I worked so hard on the work I posted. I would spend countless hours in front of my computer screen to perfect (what I thought) were masterpieces to present to my followers. 

I was so proud of my work. And if anyone knows me personally, I have some really low self-esteem, anxiety/depression, and confidence issues. So for me to post anything for the world to see, meant I saw some sort of value in my work.

My stories made me happy. I felt like I could share with others the thoughts and fantasies that swirled through my mind throughout the day. On top of that, I would ALWAYS fulfill my followers requests, no matter how busy my personal life was. I thought I was doing everything right.

But I was wrong.

One day, I was flooded with some anon messages, and my anxiety shot through the roof. I thought to myself, “Oh no. What did I do?” I hadn’t even read the messages and knew something was wrong, or I had done something to upset someone.

Well, those anons were less than cordial with me and a particular piece I wrote. Their words were so hurtful. Everything from calling me an insensitive bitch, to telling me to get out of the fandom. I never wrote anything to pointedly hurt or offend anyone. But that’s not how those people took it.

I ended up crying the entire night into the next day. My family could tell something was wrong with me and continued to question, but I could never tell them I got cyber bullied. I was so hurt, I gave up. I leaned into what those anons told me to do. I shut down my blog, and for the longest time, I considered myself to be an insensitive bitch, caging myself off from friends and family for an extended amount of time.

It took me forever to come back to tumblr. I refused to write anything concerning Otome games, due to my past experience.

All i’m saying is, when viewing a writer’s blog on here, be respectful. Be careful with what you say. It costs nothing to be nice. If you are uncomfortable with something someone writes, don’t push them and spit on them and their hard work. Just walk away. No one is forcing you to read their work.

I’m sorry. I just needed to get this out.

@nifwrites I hope you know that you did nothing wrong at all! You are an amazing, creative, and committed writer with a lot extraordinary talent. I love your work so much, I can’t even describe it. Your blog gives me hope and happiness, and inspires me to improve my writing skills. I wish I could write even half as well as you do. I’m sending over good vibes to you, love. And I hope everything that went on doesn’t weigh too heavily on you. Keep your chin up, and take a break if you need to. <3

ordinary rain

thank you for the anon who requested this, and thank you all for the support and requests these past few days. it has been really motivating and I’ve enjoyed writing these. 

i hope you enjoy this one, if so (and if you feel like it) please let me know :)

oh and if you want to read more of my bastille pieces just search ‘bastille’ in my blog they should be in amongst it all 

Eager to get home I could feel the rain slice through my clothes, leaving a damp feeling already despite only being in the rain for less than a minute. I tightly wrap the food bag around my chest as he runs ahead, keys in hand. With a fast steady pace I see our home in sight, his hair has now flopped down in his face which he pushes back but it refuses resulting in him giving up. Standing next to him I can’t help but laugh at his state, already soaked and ready to be in the warmth. 

I can feel that so called waterproof mascara run, probably didn’t help that I wiped my eyes beforehand. Fiddling with the door it won’t open. He tries again but its no use. “Is everything alright?” I ask trying to suppress my worries, yet he remains quiet and continues to fiddle with the door to pry it open. 

“Yep just, the keys won’t work.” He mumbles and stands upright. “Let me just,” With a sudden jolt he barges into the door leaving nothing but a groan to escape from his lips whilst I stand next to him, confused entirely. 

“Of all the things you could have tried you thought forcing your entire body weight would work?” I joke but he stays quiet sulking as he rubs his arm. That will without a shadow of doubt bruise, probably a nasty one and all. “Let me see the keys a sec?” Handing them to me I immediately sigh. “Dan, these are my Mums keys.” 

His expression goes blank as he stares at me, unable to say anything but I can tell he is screaming inside. “Why,” Letting out a steady sigh I can see the anger boiling up. “why do you have her keys? She lives about 240 miles away!” Unable to hold back his annoyance he bursts and just collapses against the door, resting his head in his hands. 

“How did you not realise? My house keys have lots of key chains that you got me. Like the one for our first anniversary? Ring any bells?” I can see him glance up out of his left hand, a small smile forming on his face. 

“The bottle cap from the bar where we met.” He grins as I crouch down next to him, letting my legs get soaked. “Yeah I remember that, as I was convinced you were Kyle’s girlfriend.” Laughing at that moment I remember his young confused expression. 

Me and Kyle just stared at each other in disgust, trying to come up with all these excuses on why we’d be terrible for each other. “And in amongst all our rambles I could not stop thinking how good looking you were.” I thought aloud and Dan paused, turning to face me. 

“You never told me that.” He focuses on me as the heat rises to my cheeks, “Wanna know something?” I nod in response, curious as he wears that childlike glint in his eyes. “As bad as it sounds I’m glad you got drunk enough to need me to help you walk home.” 

“Because you got to know what sort of drunk I am before we even went on our first date?” Raising my eyebrow in response he shakes his head, though we both know that was true. 

“Well yes, but-” I interrupt with a light laugh, something I can’t help sometimes. “I was able to talk to you in confidence as I was shitting myself.” He scratched the back of his neck and wore concern as he glanced over to see my reaction. 

I blinked a few times to him as I tried to remember it all, “You were nervous to talk to me?” Shock dripped from my words as I recall that night, “To be honest I was so far gone you could’ve said anything and I would’ve laughed.” Pausing to let the words sink I exclaim, “Not that I would just laugh at anything you’d say I mean you helped me and I’m just going to stop.” 

We both sat in the quiet of the torrential rain falling onto our feet, the built in shelter not proving efficient enough. “There’s some things I’ve wanted to talk to you about for a while.” He turned to face me and I leaned back, hesitant to what he’d deliver. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, is everything alright?” Concerned I picked up his hands, settling the food down in my lap as my eyes locked with his. 

He tore his eyes away and chuckled lightly, nodding profusely. “You love me as me, not the famous member of the band Bastille.” Adjusting himself he sat upright, rather than slouching into the doorway. “I knew I loved you when I came downstairs after the first time I stayed round and saw you dancing and singing with your dog, not a care in the world.” Smiling I think back, he hovered in the doorway, afraid to join in. “But you convinced me to either way.” 

“And you were a terrible dancer.” We both laugh, “Correction still.” 

He pulls a face of feign pain, clutching his heart and falling backwards. Always the silent drama queen. “Then the time when I came back from tour early due to being ill, it was only three shows I’d missed but it made me feel like shit. Yet there you were at the airport, banner and all.”

“Being the loving girlfriend I am I nursed you back to help.” Flipping my hair back I rest against his shoulder, why haven’t I appreciated the sight before of the outside view, even with the rain falling we can see the fields in the distance. The place where we had our first kiss. 

“With the help of strong tablets. He added, causing me to zone back into the conversation. “Hey, you alright.” Waving his hand in front of my face I batted it away, grinning up to him. 

Nodding in response he resumed his little random speech, “You just make me smile effortlessly, you’re lovable and I can’t imagine my lift without you.” He smiled sincerely, his eyes lighting up as he did. 

“Okay are you dying? Is this why you’re pouring your heart out to me now?” Shifting away from him he shook his head and forced his hair back out of his face. 

Locking his eyes with mine he held my hands and said my full name, to my surprise he even remembered my middle name, something only few know. “You are the love of my life, someone I never imagined to meet and love as much as this. Will you,” Adjusting he tried to stand up but tripped over his own feet, landing on his side in the rain. 

“Dan are you okay?!” Exclaiming he reached into his back pocket for something and whilst he remained on his side presented a velvet box before me. 

With a groan he mumbled, “Not how I thought it would go but this is us.” He chuckled and found his way to his knees, lifting one up and holding the box before me. 

Shaking my head I struggled to believe it, the ring I merely admired and pointed at the blue crystals. I didn’t think much of it, my mind was focused on food up ahead. “Okay is this real?” I whimper as I struggle to comprehend it all. 

“To the girl who dances in the kitchen with pets, the one who loves me with all my flaws, will always be there for me when I need it. Will you do me the honour of marrying me and being my wife?” He held the box up further in front of me, his eyes reflected the crystals etched into the ring. Full of hope and ambition for the future, something to be admired. 

Wiping away tears amongst rain drops I nod repeatedly. “Yes! Yes!” His face lights up, contrasting the dull weather before us. 

Placing the ring on my finger I stare at it in awe, unable to believe this is happening. “We are, we are engaged!” I yell and he nods slowly in response, his eyes going wide. “I’ve got to call my Nan, she won’t believe it has finally happened.” I joke and he remains quiet, too quiet. “Hey,” I place my hand against his cheek and he holds it back. 

“I just never imagined I’d get to spend my life with someone as wonderful as you.” He chuckled quietly and as we leaned in to kiss someone called out behind us. 

“I’ve got your spare key David!” Silently laughing Dan lifted his head up to face our elderly neighbour, Mrs Wells. 

“Thank you Delia!” He called out and walked over to her. 

“What’s all the fuss about then?” She asked him and he just chuckled lightly in response. 

“Just got engaged that’s all.” He answered wholeheartedly and I turned around to face Delia who shrugged her shoulders before shutting the door on him. “Well, not the reaction I thought she’d give.” He joked as he unlocked the door, warmth welcoming us. 

As I went to close the door I couldn’t help but focus on the fields in the distance, thinking back to our first kiss. If only we knew what was coming, that the adventures are only just starting for both of us. 

For a lovely friend of mine...

Good evening everyone! You’ll have to excuse my recent hiatus… finals, you know…. 😵⚰️

I’m dipping my toes back in the water- just for tonight- because of a wonderful person who deserves a lot more recognition.

@amysarah17 is a beautiful person I’ve gotten to know over the past few months (it honestly feels longer 😂). She runs a nearly as beautiful blog which I think you all should take a minute to check out.

She posts aesthetic AF pictures/artwork, extremely relatable (and sometimes angsty) quotes, and is honestly such a kind and amazing and lovely person.

I’ve never done a shout out before, but Amy definitely deserves one! Do yourself a favor and visit her blog!

scyrus42  asked:

What time zone are you in? And when should we expect responses to questions?

Don’t know how this question came up, but I’ll go ahead and respond to it anyways

It entirely depends on if you’re asking about the time zones of the people on this project, or the person running this blog. We got folks from all over on our project, very few are in the same time zone.

However myself, the guy running the project and this blog (shameless plug for my main blog here) am from germany, CET. Answers aren’t always responded to as soon as I see them though, sometimes it takes one or two days until I get around to them, just out of general laziness

Pardon the interruption

If you or someone you know run/s an active Eric Nam blog, or know of one that you like, please let me know!! I’ll give you a follow on my main. I follow a few but don’t see much in my feed, and I think we’d all love to see more Eric Nam here, right? Right?? Thanks friends 🌸
- Lady B

Originally posted by jomihye

Hetalian☆Imaginations Closing Down

Hey everyone! Admin Nyx here.

As you can see from the title of this post, Medley and I have taken the painful decision to close this blog down.

There’s a multitude of reasons, but the main one is Medley and I are still just teenage students and we have a growing list of commitments in our daily lives, so we can’t actively run this blog anymore. I’m sure you all know that our rate of answering and posting has become very slow and erratic over the last few months.

We won’t be deleting the blog, and I’ll try my best to clear up whatever asks we have remaining in the askbox, but from now on asks will be closed indefinitely. You may still read through our old asks and headcanons if you want to, though!

If we ever have time to return to this blog in the future, we will. But for now, to all our followers and fans, thank you for all the support you’ve given us ever since we started the blog. It’s been fun, but the time has come for us to say goodbye.

Once again, thank you all, and hopefully we’ll be back sometime in the future!

a few months back i found the single most pathetic blog on this entire website. it was run by one of those /tg/ 45 y/o neckbeards (he repeatedly mentioned being in his mid 40′s) and the entire blog was just post after post about dungeons and dragons. not the game, mind you. it was just him writing essay-length cryposts about the types of people he hated seeing play tabletop games. they included:

  • people who have jobs
  • people who have wives/children/close families
  • people who had any outside responsibilities that could “interrupt the game”
  • people who have social lives in general
  • women regardless of background, age, or occupation (of course)
  • people who like the wrong games or play a role he didn’t like

all his post had 1-2 notes max and he’d talk with more self-importance than any popular blogger on this site has ever mustered despite that. i’m really sad i cant remember his url because there wasn’t one post on that blog that wasn’t both incredibly funny and incredibly sad to read

it’s been less than a year since I made this blog and I honestly never thought this would happen let alone have it happen so quickly. I don’t even think me writing out this little post could accurately express how I feel. like guys, 15,000 people..that’s like a mini stadium, a tiny country, the number of calories I eat in a day :’)

no okay but seriously, though I had been following bangtan for a while I never really thought about making a blog about them. but with the pressures of school I really needed an escape from it all and tumblr was this quiet place for me. a place I could come to and just forget about all the pressure and stress while I thirsted after namjoon and yoongi. and with the encouragement of those around me I decided to make this blog. even though I had run two other fandom blogs before this one, I never thought a fandom could be this welcoming. I felt right at home, memeing since day one 

through these past few months I have made some amazing friends I would have never had the chance to meet if it weren’t for this little bangtan blog. I trust and lean on a lot of them to help me through hard times as well as sharing some of the brightest parts of my life. many wouldn’t and could understand that even though we have met online only a few months ago, I feel I have known them for so much longer. meeting people in a shared fandom is honestly an incredibly special thing because you tend to meet people with similar interests, personalities and terrible humour making it so easy to connect with them and bond over things you might not normally be able to with others  

I’d really like to thank all of you who follow me and put up with my thirsty ass always crying, writing long posts about all the boys, having long and interesting discussions with me about all kinds of subjects, sending me lots of love and support if you see I’m going through a hard time, liking and reblogging everything I make no matter how shitty, talking to me and generally being interested in who I am???, coming to me for life advice, tagging me in all namjoon and yoongi posts, sending me random posts you think I’d enjoy, drawing fanart  and most importantly shipping the one true cannon ship #sabjoon 2k17. you guys all mean so much to me and it genuinely hurts to be away from you all whether it be because of school of or those time I travel I always feel like I can rely on you to make me smile no matter the situation

okay this is long enough and bless you if you read it all below you’ll find 99% bangtan 1% multifandom blogs, all a+ would recommend quality

your local sugamon hoe~

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