people like to smile

  • <p> <b>Nesta:</b> I'm just so confused and heartbroken and stressed about being abandoned by my father, unloved by my mother, assaulted by my ex, watching my youngest sister leaving with a beast, going through years of hunger and cold, being kidnapped and drowned and made into a new being, watching my other sister go through suicidal tendencies and nearly losing her damn mind and not being able to do a thing, constantly being judged by everyone I encounter, hunted down by the man who ended my mortal life... I just don't have the energy for smiles and new people potentially (and likely) fucking with my trust and emotions.<p/><b>Feyre:</b> lol. My sister, the bitch.<p/></p>
That’s the worst part… the bad days. The days when you can’t hide it behind a smile and you feel like you’re bringing people down. The days when you have to ask for help and you feel like a burden….
Those are the days I’m running on empty.

baeby baek is shy 🙈

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ending scene vs bonus  

I don’t know all the reasons why I like dark things, and I don’t think I need to know them all, but… I was just looking at the blog of that person who said I “dehumanize and fetishize” gay men, and I saw that he was quite young (15) and his blog was all full of pastel colors and references to his mental illness and something dawned on me that I hadn’t thought about in a Tumblr context at all.

Part of my PTSD is about experiences I had in hospitals, and because of that one of my triggers is… not pastels, all by themselves, but like… have you ever stayed in a hospital as a kid? And everything is covered in soothing soft colors and all the nurses wear scrubs with like… cute animal drawings on them and everyone talks in a sing-song voice and reassures you things won’t hurt when they OBVIOUSLY will and you’d rather they tell the truth, accept that you have good reasons to be scared, and get it the hell overwith?

Yeah, I think I just figured out why those kids’ blogs give me a weird tingly feeling of creeping dread.

And I think I figured out, also, where my intense leeriness of “safe spaces” and trigger warnings comes from too–even though as a person with PTSD I’m supposed to want them.

It’s because in my experience, people who were trying to make me feel safe were LYING. They were lying because it was in their interest–in mine, too, but in theirs–for me to feel calm and soothed. For me not to feel despair, or anger, or blind screaming rage.

…Is it any wonder I like the stories where the people with the knives and the cruel smiles and the mind games are blatant about it? Or that I might want a few knives of my own, even though I have no desire to hurt anyone who isn’t going to get off on it?

I don’t want those kids to not need safety.

I want them to stop pretending safety looks the same for everyone.

Signs as deep quotes

Aries: “Whoever is trying to bring you down is already below you.”

Taurus: “Show up in every moment like you’re meant to be there.”

Gemini: “You can’t do epic shit with basic people.”

Cancer: “Cry a river. Build a bridge. Get over it.”

Leo: “If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personal.”

Virgo: “I like people who smile when it is raining.”

Libra: “I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”

Scorpio: “I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

Sagittarius: “A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.”

Capricorn: “Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.” 

Aquarius: “There’s power in looking silly and not caring that you do.”

Pisces: “Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

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Mark is happy where he is and enjoys what he likes best: rapping!

some people make me feel so worthless, it hurts sometimes, I just wish to sleep for over a week without dealing with anything.

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

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sassy Slytherin!Yoongi🌵🐍

it kinda bothers me how ppl are always like ‘uhhh what do the creator’s mean ‘yuuri’s plain and average looking’, no. he’s b e a u t i f u l, lmao wtf are the yoi team even on how do they not see how lovely he is’ 

bc like??? 

yuuri IS plain. there’s nothing particularly remarkable about his appearance. he’s round when he’s not working hard to maintain the fitness levels he needs to skate. he doesn’t make a big deal out of his non-skating hair or clothing. his unremarkable appearance is probably? even more so to a japanese audience, but he’s beautiful anyway. 

his plainness doesn’t take away the fact that people think he’s beautiful. You don’t need to have ‘other-worldly features’ (like viktor is nearly always described as having lmao). You can be perfectly plain and breathtakingly beautiful. They’re not mutually exclusive things. 

Married with Benefits (Part 8)

Summary: In order to not pay out-of-state tuition, you ask your friend, Steve Rogers, to marry you. Things, as always, never go as planned. (College AU)

Word Count: 676

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A/N: Inbox here, because I’m like literally crossing the line lol.

Originally posted by dailyevanstan


There was silence, Steve’s breathing had stopped short at your response and you couldn’t deny that you were somewhat amused by this. He was expecting you tell your mom. But you hadn’t, not until you had talked it out with him.

“No,” you said. “I wanted to talk with you first, get our story straight. Plus, isn’t it better if only a handful of people know? My mom likes to talk, a lot.”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, mine does, too. We’ll have to tell them we’re getting married for real.”

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