small things that makes me happy & pleased

anonymous asked:

could i request yoongi for the small au thing please?? thank you<33 (ps you're the sweetest!! i check your blog all the time and i'm always happy to see updates from you<3 hope school is ok for you and you're feeling well!!)

ofc!! aww, thank you!! i hope you’re doing well too!!

  • korean history professor!yoongi 
  • doesn’t want to be teaching this class, wishes he was at home marathoning game of thrones or something
  • and he makes this known to the class. like everytime he comes in
  • just sets down his mug and he’s like “this unit is on the joseon dynasty. who wants to tell me what they know about? but also,,,,,,,,i wish i was at home with my cat.”
  • wears thick framed glasses and a white button down that’s never ironed,,,,,his colleague namjoon was like “yoongi perhaps wear a tie? maybe a sweater?”
  • and yoongi was just like “you wear the same black shirt + black pants + black cardigan combo every day. don’t tell me how to ‘fashion’ namjoon”
  • you’re a professor in the history department as well and you’ve known yoongi since college really
  • and you’ve always thought it was really cute the way he acts so nonchalant in class but you also know that he eagerly wrote a huge dissertation neo-confucianism and how he gets all into books and the way he smiles when grading a good paper 
  • and yoongi always falls asleep if the professors have to stay overtime and you’re always the one to wake him up and take the train with him
  • and one day when you go over to wake him up, yoongi groggily reaches out and pulls you closer to him
  • and you’re aware that he must be dreaming but you’re like “yoongi, let go - yoon-”
  • but then you feel him nuzzle into your neck and murmur that you smell good and you’re getting red in the face,,,,but also his sleepy voice is so cute
  • and you’re like “yoongi, wake up”
  • but than you feel his lips against your neck and he’s like “im not asleep.”
  • and you’re,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,o h 
  • and yoongi leans back and tilts his head and is like 
  • “don’t you think this is long overdue, we should have made out back in college”
  • and you’re like oh so we’re gonna make out and he’s like you don’t want to?
  • and you pause but then throw your coat back onto your desk and throw yourself into his arms because hell yeah you want to 
BTS reaction when they see their gf is self-harming

anon: we got the BTS Reaction of when they found out that their GF struggling with self harm but can we get one when they walk in a room and see them cutting themselves           

Trigger warning: mention of self harm

BTS reaction to conffesion about struggling with self-harm

Tbh I’ve never do things like cutting myself or something similiar so requests like this are somehow hard for me. I don’t want any one to be hurt because of things which I write. So please don’t take it too deeply and if someone have any contraindications let me know. I hope that people who are struggling with self-harming will find happines in their lifes and stop doing this. ;-;


Originally posted by syubbie

He saw your scars on your wirst 2 weeks ago but when he asked you about this you told him that you stopped huring yourself. Still he was worried and thinking about you all day. When he backed from shopping, he saw that scissors are missing. Black thoughts show up in his mind. He started to looking for you to find his love in bath looking at this scissors. He came in time before you did something to yourself. When you saw him you started to crying. Jin came to you, kissed your forehead and hug you tight. He gave you to cry in his shoulders how much you want. Single tear fall from his eyes too. He would try to convince you how special you’re and give you some self-confidence

“I love you jagi. You’re the most precious, beautiful and kind-hearted person that I know. You don’t deserve to do this to you. Next time please come to me”


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

View of blood in kitchen made his heart stopped. He would find you in the corner of your room, making more cuts on your wirts. Yoongi would yell your name and come to you to take from you   knife and take you to bathroom to take care of your cuts. He wouldn’t say anything which make you even more crying, you wanted him to yell at you or make a big deal of this. The truth is that he was lost in his mind. He felt frustrated, hurt, angry, shattered in same time. The only thing that he was sure then its that he need to help you and watch you carefuly.

“If you will feel like doing this again, please at first call to me. Don’t do this again, Y/n. I’m begging you.”


Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

When you don’t pick up the phone and you don’t answer to his messages he started to have bad minds. He knew that you used to self-harm. Hobi rush to your apartament. When he walk into bathroom seeing you with knife, he would quickly take it from you and started to crying. JHope would hug you to comfort you and him at the same time. His tears don’t want to stop. He would stay like this with you till both of you will be more calm. After that you two will have long and full of tears conversation. Hobi would take everything deeply to his heart and still thinking that it’s his fault that he doesn’t notice how much pain  you are hiding.

“Why are you doing this to me? And to you? What did I do wrong? How can I help you? Please, say something to me! Y/n, I love you so much.”


Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

Problems in shool, with parents, fans, friends. It was enought for you. You wanted to de-stress. After school you took your razor and go to the bathroom with tears slowly falling from your eyes. Namjoon was in your apartment and you didn’t notice him. He take your wirst before you even get to bathroom. Pain was painted on his face. He took you to bedroom and start a serious talk with you. Tears don’t want to stop falling so he hug you, trying to wipe your eyes and comforts you. He was talking with the most soft voice ever. He wanted to know why you didn’t tell him about your problems and minds. Jonnie want you to know that you don’t have to deal with everything alone.

“I know that sometimes life is giving us a lot of pain. But around you are people who loves you and want to help you. You have me. You’re not alone, Y/n”.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

You were receiving hate messages from Jimins’ “fans”.  Jimin thought that he dump every letter before you can notice. His bad. You saw some of them and it depressed you. “Why he choose you? You’re nothing. He deserve someone better. You should die!” It was enough. In past you had a problem with self harming and now you feel like you need this. Jimin come back home earlier to make a surprise for you. But when he hear that you’re crying and letters on the table, he quickly reach to the bathroom and took razor blade from you. Fear in his eyes and the worst scenarios in his head.  He don’t want to lose you. He would assure you in this and would make steps to stop your self harmig once and forever. Jimin would also try to do everything to his fans stop hating you and sending you this hate letters.

“I can’t lose you okay? You are important. You’re mine, Y/n. We’ll go through this together. You’re strong and I know that you can stop yourself from self-harming.”


Originally posted by donewithjeon

Weirdo Tae would disappear and serious Taehyung will show. Seeing your wirst all in blood and you with a razor would make him in daze. Quickly taking razor from you, take charge of you and your new sores. You were crying the whole time. When Tae finished and turn to you, you could see how worried he is and dissapointed. He was dissapointed but in him. He didn’t notice anything and when he was all happy and bubbly, you suffered with problems. He wanted to make sure that you’ll talk to him next time and give you small talk about how you can lean on him and that he is always here for you.

“What’ll you do if you’ll see me in the same situantion? Maybe you want me to do this with you? I know that you don’t want to. So please don’t do this to yourslef anymore. I’m here for you.”


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

He would feel lost. First of all like everyone would take sharp thing away from you. Second-take care of your cuts. He wanted to talk with you about this but not knowing how to begin this. Jungkookie would kiss your old scars and new cuts maybe wondering that they’ll disappear. When you felt asleep he would go to the salon and give his feelings to get out. He may be softly cry but not to much. Like sobbing.  It would be take him a while to pick up the pieces of his broken heart. Next day in your kitchen, bathroom-anywhere, won’t be anything sharp for your safety. He would try to talk with you the best how he can and comforts you.

“Why do you do this to yourself? It hurts me when I see you in pain and yesterday I felt like dying from worring about you.I love you, Y/n. Please don’t do this to yourself  anymore.”

sometimes i feel really shitty about my body. my hips are too wide, my boobs are too small etc. and then today i bought a pretty sexy for my standards red dress that i’m wearing to a friend’s wedding in august and i think….lily…ur fucking fire.

i feel so good in this. and i don’t have to wear a bra with it, which makes me so happy to have small boobs.

ur allowed to love yourself and feel good about your body. self love is the most important thing. love yourself first. please.

Yours - Cassian Andor x Reader

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Gentle breaths filled the room as two bodies were entangled on the bed, basking in the warmth the other provided. Cassian looked down at the body snuggled up against him, his hand glided down their cheek, smiling at the beautiful soul who found peace with him and his hectic life. If he could stop this moment in time he would, because right now there was no worries of the war against empire, no worries of future missions that may one day be his last, none of that applied right now, in this moment in time it was just Cassian and (Y/N), two souls in love in the mystery of life.

His thumb ran along your eyelids, hiding beautiful pools of (e/c) that paled the beauty of the galaxies that his visited throughout his time. Tracing down your cheek, that he loved to kiss when no one was looking because PDA wasn’t something they encouraged among the rebellion, not that he minded, because he didn’t want to share the bashful look on your face with anyone else. He traced over your lips, still seeing them plump from the kisses you shared throughout the night, your hot breath teasing Cassian to kiss them again, wanting to hear the soft moans that were music to his ears.

He continued to take in your beauty as you slept, wondering how lucky he was to end up with someone like you. He pressed a kiss onto your forehead, knowing that it wouldn’t stir you awake. You snuggled up against him, feeling your warm breath tease the skin of his neck, fanning over the marks that you left on his skin throughout the whole night. He pulled you closer, fitting you closer to his body, each curve and dip of your body fitting perfectly against his own, further proving that you were meant for each other.

Spending the night in each other’s arms was a given when he returned from missions. Anyone he landed back in the base, he would beeline straight towards you. Cassian never felt truly relieved till he saw you safe and well, wanting to see with his own eyes that no harm has come to you. Anytime he returns he quickly pulls you to your shared room, wanting to rememorize himself with you and your body, the only solace he finds in the star systems. You were the person that completed him on so many levels, truly one of a kind in the whole galaxy. However this time it was different.

He mind wandered to the events of the mission he just came back from. It was a simple recon mission, observe the base, take as much intel as possible and then leave, there wasn’t supposed to be any bloodshed, but unfortunately there was, costing him half of his men. That loss really made him question his title of captain.

From the moment you spotted him on the landing deck; you instinctively knew that he was breaking, seeing the dark sunken eyes, instead of the usual mirth when he spots you. This Cassian was hurting, breaking from the inside and out, that you had to pull him away, taking his rough hand in yours and pulling him to your shared room. Behind doors you were able to see both the physical damage as well the emotional ones. Soft hands treated the wounds across his body, allowing Cassian to melt the cold exterior that took over him as your hands worked magic on him.  Gentle sweet whispers ghosted over his body, each sentence being sealed with a kiss, wanting to assure him that what happened wasn’t his fault and that he did the best he could and that’s all they expected of him.  

Cassian lost himself in your body, returning your kisses with his own, mapping out your body with calloused hands and warm lips, reminding him that you were here, alive and well that he himself was alive. You brought him back from the dark depths of his mind, something that he will never fully be able to tell you how much that means to him. Whispers of love and admiration through gasped breaths and moans brought him back to reality. Showing each other’s love multiple times throughout the night eventually ending up with you both wrapped in the bedsheets and each other’s arms.

And it was in mornings like this that Cassian remembers why he puts himself through so much. He puts himself in so much danger for you; if fighting this war means a safer galaxy for you, then he will do it without a second thought, because he plans on one day starting a home with you, building the one thing that he lacked growing up, a family because he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else but you.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, letting his lips ghost over your forehead before finally kissing your lips.

Your lips pressed against his, letting him bask in their softness for just a few moments before he felt you return his kiss. It was a soft kiss as you slowly started to wake up; your hands cupped his cheek, pulling him in closer feeling the smile that was etched on his lips, making you smile into the kiss as well.

Your eyes slowly opened, letting him loose himself in the galaxies in your eyes that softened when they met his, “I could get used to waking up like that every day,” you admitted as you stole another kiss.

Cassian let out a small laugh, hearing the hoarseness in your voice as you started to stretch, letting the sun’s rays hit your bare flesh before reaching over to grab something to wear, which always turned out being something of his and this morning it just happened to be one of his long-sleeved shirts. He laid back, seeing you move from one end of the room to the next, finding himself enthralled by even the most mundane things you do, always asking himself on how ended up so lucky to have you.

You turned to face Cassian, wondering why he wasn’t getting up, since usually in the mornings he liked getting a briefing of everything that occurred since he last left, but when looked over at him, you wondered what was on his mind to be looking at you that way.

“What?” you smiled, wondering if something was on your face.

“Nothing, I just love looking at you,” he said sitting up in bed, the same gentle loving look on his face.

“Well you better start getting ready before you miss the briefing,” you playfully said, reaching into his drawers to pick something out for him.

You were focused on finding something to wear that you didn’t notice Cassian get up, till you felt his arms around your front, pulling you close as his lips kissed the curves of your neck, already knowing your weak spots. You tilted your head, allowing him ore access, wanting to feel more of him, “how about we just stay in today?” each word punctuated with a kiss, tempting you to go back into bed in his arms.

You turned, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning to give him a kiss, “Cass, what’s with you this morning?”

His arms landed on your hips, his strong classed fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, before dipping his fingers underneath, further tempting you. He kissed you, earning him a moan from your lips as you lost yourself in his kiss, your fingers now burying themselves in his hair. He slowly walked you over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you with him. You straddled his lap, feeling his hand cup your buttocks, pulling you higher on his lap.

“Marry me,” he whispered, momentarily stopping your heart.

You pulled back, the color somewhat drained from your face, your heart now pounding in your chest, “what?”

“I think you heard me the first time,” that soft smile forming on his face, “marry me (Y/N), make me the happiest man and marry me. I want you to be the first and last thing I see, I want to build a lifetime with you, because no one compares to you, so let me have you, because you already have me,” he finished.

Your throat was dry; you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your breath getting shallower and quicker, yet you still couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. Your hand covered your mouth, a tight feeling growing in your chest as tears started to pool in your eyes. His words kept repeating in your mind, making sure that your ears weren’t deceiving you.

An array of emotions crossed over you that you didn’t know exactly what you were feeling, but looking into his eyes, you could see that he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t just saying it as some part of post morning bliss or some desperation; he genuinely meant what he said. You were lost for words, still not being able to answer because you knew that if you even tried to speak it would just be incoherent sounds. You couldn’t hold in the tears feeling as they rolled down your cheeks with each blink that you made, further clouding up your vision.

Cassian’s face immediately shifted, scared that he may have done something completely wrong. He quickly brought up his hands to wipe the flowing tears that further made you cry at how caring and sweet this man was.

mi amor, I’m sorry, please just forget what I just said, just please smile for me,” Cassian wanting to make things right again, sacrificing a bit of his happiness if it means bringing yours back, “I’m sorry mi amor,” his voice cradling your face just wanting you to stop crying.

“yes,” a small whisper escaped your lips as you leaned into his hands, your eyes reminding him star clusters with the way they were glistening with tears and a happiness underneath, “I’ll marry you,” your voice cracking in the process.

This time it was Cassian who was lost for words, not expecting to feel so emotional either, as you brought him into a kiss. Salted tears had never tasted sweeter as they have now. His hand intertwined with your left one bringing it up to his chest, letting you feel the rapid heartbeat that was just as fast as yours. you pulled back seeing a bright smile on his face, to others it would be a rare sight, but behind doors with you this was the norm, behind these closed doors he was your to cherish an admire.

You two both skipped the morning meeting, spending that morning showing each other the love that you two had for one another. Whispers and moans filled the room, each of you glad knowing that he will one day be yours and you’ll be his.

anonymous asked:

"-and she makes Alex so happy, so how could I hate her?" A pause "you'd like her...or would you? How can I know what you feel? Are you proud of me? Do I disappoint you? Am I a disappointment? Or Maggie hears Kara talking to her AI mother

I don’t know if this is what you were looking for, but here you go:

She took a wrong turn somewhere, she’s sure of it. The hallway she walks down doesn’t look at all familiar, and she knows she should probably call Alex to come find her, but part of her is convinced that she’ll find something really fucking cool if she explores for a bit.

But after wandering for a bit longer, and hearing roars, yells, and various screeches coming from deep inside the building, Maggie Sawyer thinks that maybe she should leave the exploring for when she was with her girlfriend and her fancy space-gun. She’s got her phone out, ready to dial when she hears a familiar voice.

Maggie walks towards the open door at the end of the corridor, following the faint sound of Kara. She stands in the doorway, and realises just a bit too late that maybe she shouldn’t be listening to this conversation.

“-and she makes Alex so so happy, so how could I hate her?”

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that,” comes the reply from a woman Maggie’s never seen before. Kara laughs mirthlessly.

“It was rhetorical, Mom.” Maggie frowns, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She was certain that Kara was sent here alone, her and Clark the only survivors of Krypton. So how was Kara talking to her mother.

“I think you’d like her, too. Maggie, I mean. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Smart and scrappy and she keeps Alex grounded, which is funny because I always thought Alex kept me grounded. Now I think maybe it’s the opposite. I pull Alex along into all this madness, and she needs someone to keep her sane. I don’t know. What do you think?“

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that,” the woman replies again.

“I’m starting to think that maybe I was the worst thing to happen to Alex,” Kara whispers, and her voice cracks just enough for Maggie to hear it, just enough to break Maggie’s heart. “She’d have a great life without me, with Eliza and Jeremiah. And she’d have Maggie. Who you’d like. Or not. I don’t know. I don’t really know you, do I?”

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Supporting people is what I do, I want nothing more than to help.
If I can make a positive impact on someone’s life (no matter how small) I’m happy for them and pleased with myself - it’s a two way thing. 

I decided to go into mental health as a career after experiencing my own MH issues and being grateful to those who helped and supported me through that difficult time. When I became well enough and was on the road to recovery I did a counselling course at night school, which is where it all began. I applied the skills I learnt on that course to situations in my personal life; being there for family and friends, even just to talk things through. I believe it made me a better listener, which a lot of the time is all someone needs - to be heard. I noticed my self esteem improve and linked it to feeling like I had more of a purpose and could make a difference/help people. I felt that I could show those going through tough times that recovery and learning to live with your mental health IS possible - because I know all too well how at the worst points it can seem like things will never get better. I want to inspire hope in individuals who are struggling!

So I started this mental health recovery and support blog, which I run in my free time, and got a job as a support worker (specifically for people with mental health issues) at a non for profit organisation.
I’m here to help!

An open post, addressed to Men; who consider themselves 'Allies' to the cause of Female Supremacy.

The below is a totally non-complete and non-scientific list of things we (Men) can do to improve the quality of the lives of the women around us. Some of these items are minor, some require a little more effort. None require extreme action.

If, like me, you agree the world would be much better off governed solely by biological females - these are small steps we can take to help the cause along the way. By making women’s daily lives easier, we begin to lay the foundations of a peaceful, happy, female oriented world of tomorrow.

Please feel free to add to this list, remove from the list as you see fit, just please mention that your list is based from this one. I may add to this from time to time.

(P.S. - Enacting any or all of these warrants no special reward, no prize and no recognition. These should be common courtesies extended to women, by men; to improve their lives and help to try and make up for the piss poor treatment that the entire female sex has suffered for 1000s of years. )

If you work with women:

- Offer to make her/them a tea/coffee; so she/they can continue working. If she/they decline(s) don’t pester and just offer again when you next make one. Never be pushy.
- Clean her/their cup(s)if you do, don’t be lazy.
- Keep the workplace tidy, don’t leave this to the women.
- Complement women on the work they do and thank them for the their efforts. A little thanks goes a long way.
- Don’t bear down or mansplain anything.
- Don’t talk over women.
- Don’t comment on women’s appearance anything other than a polite ‘you look nice today’.

If you employ women:

- Never enforce a dress code you don’t enforce on men (I.E. High heels or make-up).
- Promote and hire women over men when possible, if it’s a choice between two candidates right for the job, choose the woman.
- When hiring women, always push for the most significant pay/benefits package possible for her role.
- Allow fully paid menstruation leave (Min 2 days per month) on top of holidays and sick pay. This should be in contracts with female employees. No equivalent should be offered to male employees (as, you know, they don’t fucking need it).
- Allow women to leave early if they have an issue with children. Don’t hold this against them.
- Ensure there is a safe, strictly enforced women-only space available (ideally accessible using ID cards/security passes only. With penalties up to and including termination for men who enter this space.

If you’re employed by a woman:

- follow her instructions to the letter. She has enough to deal with without you not listening.
- If she asks you to perform minor things outside your duties (I.e - tidy the office, or do a coffee run) do it without hesitation.
- Offer to take charge of any errands she may need running.

In the street/on the road:

- Never wolf-whistle.
- Hold doors open for women who are pregnant/pushing prams or holding bags etc. Expect no reward.
- Don’t stare at women.
- Don’t objectify women.
- Don’t push in front of women in queues.
- Give way to women at road junctions who are waiting (so long as it’s safe and lawful)
- If it’s dark/late and a woman is approaching you, cross the road/keep your distance. Due to rape culture, women report feeling tense in these situations. Make it as comfortable as possible for her.

In the home:

- Men should strive to make women’s lives as comfortable as possible. There are studies that show men THINK they’re doing more in the home than they’re actually doing when it comes to house-care/home cooking/house cleaning and childcare. There’s no such thing as a man doing “too much” around the house, but there is such a thing as a man doing too little (and most men do too little). It isn’t ‘glamorous’ or ‘fun’ but it is absolutely reasonable and necessary. This means men do at the very minimum 75% of the household chores, ideally more. Women have to put up with much more shit at work on a daily basis than men do, she shouldn’t have to worry about doing as much as you in the home.
- If you have kids, make it clear in absolutely no uncertain terms that all major decisions are made by the Female head of the household. Any girls growing up in the household will see female authority as natural and act accordingly, any boys growing up will see this and know to respect female authority in life elsewhere.
- If she has friends over, don’t get in the way. But do make yourself useful.

When raising Daughters:

- Teach them unlimited aspirations.
- Teach them about excellent female role models.
- Don’t enforce über femininity on her, she’ll decide for herself later in life her look/style.
- Take her to self defence classes.
- Make sure she sees the head of the house is Female.
- Ensure she feels safe to talk about anything to you.

When raising sons:

- Teach them to respect and listen to what women are saying. Don’t enforce female supremacy on children, but also don’t reinforce societal roles of Female submission and male dominance. The removal of toxic masculinity begins with fathers and sons.
- Teach them about excellent female role models.
- Make sure he sees the head of the house is female.
- Make sure he feels he can talk to you about anything.

In the bedroom/Sexuality:

- Never pay for sex. The chances of the woman invoked having gone through no abuse/degradation is nil. Paying for sex is paying for the abuse of women.
- Men should never push for sex from a partner, regardless of how horny they are feeling. While trying to ‘come on’ to a partner is of course fine, accept her first rebuttal. If she wants sex, you’ll know about it.
- Prioritise the woman’s desires/fantasies always. Do your best to put aside your own wants for her benefit.
- If a woman has said no to a sex act (I.e Anal) never ask for it again. She’ll let you know if she’s changed her mind and wants to try it. Anything else is pressuring her.
- The woman should dictate what sex involves. Even if this extends to rarely/never having PiV. The idea that this IS sex must be removed from society, it’s merely an act on the massive spectrum of sexual activity (and can be very disappointing to women when compared to female centric acts like cunnilingus).
- Never sexually dominate a woman (even on her request) as much as this appears to contradict the previous point, it doesn’t. The overall goal of female supremacy supersedes the individuals sex lives. The less instances men have any authority over women the better.
- Reverse the orgasm gap. Women are naturally capable of multiple orgasms whilst men are not. It’s selfish and unfair to limit women to one or no orgasm(s) when she’s capable of much more. Sex should never involve a man orgasming and a woman not. The reverse is acceptable.

When professionally dealing with women (serving a table, sales etc):

- Be polite, use ma'am/madam unless you’re told differently.
- Don’t eavesdrop on conversations.
- If she has an issue with your service/establishment - listen attentively, she’s probably been pretty nervous about asking you because of social conditioning.

On a night out
- NEVER touch women without permission.
- If you ask a woman to dance or buy her a drink, if she refuses don’t press the issue. Wish her a good night a walk away.
- Intervene if a woman is clearly on her own and being intimidated by a man / either report or step in.


- Don’t tell sexist jokes.
- Don’t wolf whistle.
- Don’t mansplain.
- Don’t intimidate.
- Don’t raise your voice.
- It’s the little things that count: men should regularly ask the women close to them (e.g.: mothers, wives, girlfriends, etc) if they “need anything [else] done?”, or “is there anything [else] I can do for you?”. It’s a good simple open-ended question that can lead to women naming their needs and it doesn’t come across as unusual when asked. It comes across as considerate and polite.

Just to re-iterate, none of these things qualify you as a female supremacist ally. These are good starting blocks though. Let’s make a better world! #FemaleSupremacy

(P.S. - Big thanks to @radfem-femsep-femsup-amazon for her help input and excellent additions. It’s been much appreciated)

Prince & the Pauper

HEY hi I love all your imagine and they make me melt inside and UGH Anyways my request is maybe a prince!Shawn falling in love with a maid!Reader and those two working out a way to get married <3 thank you love you

Alright people, this one is about to be hella cheesy as hell and I’m not mad about it. As you know I try to be as realistic as possible with these imagines, but, this was something fun to write so love it or hate it, I thought it was damn entertaining. Love you all ❤



‘Okay, Y/N. You finish making the prince’s bed, I need to get started on the master sweet for the king and Queen.’ My co worker and friend, Maria, smiled at me.

'Have a grand ole time doing that.’ I chuckled, fluffing up the prince’s pillow. She rolled her eyes, before leaving room and shutting the door behind her.

I sighed in content, looking around his room. I checked my watch, seeing it was almost 2 o'clock which meant the prince was almost done with his duties and that I could see him for a few minutes.

Being in a secret relationship with a prince whilst I worked here was a very unsuspected. I never thought I’d fall for him, but, his amazing personality with those beautiful, brown, soft curls with the brown orbs to match, it was impossible.

The only surprise though, was one night when everyone was asleep and I was working late, he kissed me and told me he was falling for me. I, of course, told him I felt the same way, our relationship being secretive ever since.

It had been 8 months since that night and I’d never been happier.

I heard the door open as I turned around, seeing his beautiful face appear, a grin planted on his face.

'Shawn…’ I sighed, running towards him as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist tightly, holding me as close as he could.

'I’ve missed you and it’s only been one day.’ He mumbled in my hair, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. I sighed, lifting my hand to touch his wrist, holding it gently.

I pulled away, resting my forehead against his. 'I’m never going to get sick of kissing you.’ I chuckled, caressing his face with my hand.

'You don’t have to,’ he smiled, grabbing my other hand, staring down at me. 'I’ve been thinking, Y/N, what’s stopping us from getting married?’ My eyes widened, staring at him in admiration.

'Shawn, your country and your parents…you have to think of them too. They wouldn’t want the help being married to you.’ I reasoned, giving him a half hearted smile.

'I don’t care what my parents want. My people, they’ll learn to love you and accept you for who you are. Y/N, we can do this!’ He grabbed my shoulders, staring at me.

'What if they don’t? What if I’m not good enough? Think about it, Shawn.’ I grabbed his forearms, biting my lip.

'Then I’ll give up my title.’ He concluded. I frowned at him, stepping away from him.

'Shawn, you do that and I’ll never forgive you. You can’t just say no to what you’re born to do.’

'I’m born to find happiness and you make me happy.’ He grabbed my face, holding it in his hands. 'Please, Y/N…’ he lowered to the floor, getting down on one knee and staring up at me. My eyes began to water, my heart thumping in my chest. 'I know that I have a title that will forever follow me around until the day that I die, that I have to take care of a country and place that is my home and you may not be a princess or royalty…but to me - to me you are so much more then any of that. I can’t promise you a fairytale wedding, but I can promise you my heart. Please, Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my princess?’

I let out a chuckle, tears cascading down my cheeks, my heart warming at the sight of him. 'When you put it like that…’ I joked, grabbing his hand. 'Yes. One thousand times, yes.’ I exclaimed, jumping on him, kissing his lips.

He held me tightly, the kiss starting to get a little more heated as I heard the door open, pulling away immediately to see his mother and father, standing outside the door.

'Son, what is the meaning of this?’ His father asked, shock and a mixture of utter confusion on his face.

'Father, I can explain everything…Y/N and I-’

'I don’t want to hear this, son.’ His mother interjected, anger planted on her features. 'With the help? If all people…’

'If you’ll just listen to me-’

'How long has this facade being going on, Shawn?’ His father asked, standing closer to us. Shawn put his arm out in front of me, almost as if he was protecting me.

'8, glorious and happy months. Haven’t you noticed since I’ve been seeing Y/N secretly I’ve wanted to go to the events you make me go to, I want to do the balls, galas and anything else you can rope me in to. Knowing I have someone to come home to that can make me feel normal for even just five minutes is what I want in my life. Which, is why I’ve asked her to marry me.’ Shawn sighed, staring at his parents shocked facial expressions. I remained quite, feeling small and helpless in this situation. 'I don’t care what you say; Y/N makes me happy and loved, I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

'That is out of the question.’ His mother dismissed. 'The press would have a field day of the fact that our son, in only a years time to be crowned King of our country, is playing fairytales with the maid, who is not of royal blood.’ She glared at me, her features serious and terrifying. 'You’re fired. Pack your things and leave as of immediately.’

I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing this was bound to happen. 'Yes, you’re majesty.’ I bowed my head down, going to move around Shawn before he stopped me.

'She doesn’t go anywhere. She stays here, with me or we both leave.’

'Are you threatening us?’ His father bellowed, getting closer to his son, who was taller than him by only a few centimetres.

'You’re not being fair. You’re sticking to tradition which can always be changed, starting a brand new tradition of not having to marry royal blood to be royal can be something that can connect us with the people more.’

'Shawn! Stop with this nonsense! You’ve left me no choice but to do this the hard way.’

'Shawn,’ I whispered, touching his shoulder, 'it’ll be alright, sweetheart. You’re going to have to let me do this, please.’

'No, you’re not leaving me. I need you.’ He turned around, grabbing me and pulling me into his chest.


My eyes widened, feeling panic starting to erupt in my stomach and throat. I heard the stampede of feet hitting the ground as four guards made it to Shawn’s room.

Shawn gripped onto me tighter. 'I order you to stand back.’ Shawn warned, the guards now conflicted on if they should follow the current king or soon to be king. 'Take one more step near us and when I’m king, you’ll be returning your amour.’

'Shawn, stop being childish!’ His mother ordered.

'I’m not being childish! You are! I’m trying to be happy, to have some normality, please let me have some normality in my life. I love her, mother.’ Shawn kissed the top of my head, whilst I felt the first tear fall since this conversation. 'Please, don’t make me lose the one thing that makes me happy.’

His mother stared at me before sighing, 'Come here, child.’ She ordered me, making my palms sweat. I let go of Shawn, walking slowly over to her, curtsying in front of her. 'Do you love my son?’

'With all my heart, your majesty.’ I answered honestly.

'You’re willing to give up your normality to live this life?’

'Yes.’ I answered without hesitation. She stood closer to me, giving me a small smile.

'I’ll have to train you to be the best princess you can. There’s no backing out of this now.’

I nodded, feeling my eyes water in happiness.

'Is she truly the one you love, son?’ His father asked, staring between the two of us.

'Yes, father.’ Shawn gripped my hand, intertwining our fingers. 'She’s the only one for me.

'Then you have our blessing.’

Those were the only words I needed to hear. I could finally marry the man that I loved and who I’ll always love.

Self-Care Tips 🌞

Routines: routines give life structure and makes it feel more controlled. If you struggle with it, start small (e.g drink water at approximately the same time every day).

Water: for me it’s the first thing I always forget to do and waking up feeling like hungover because of dehydration sucks. Drink water, please. Your body needs it to survive.

Music: I like to listen to upbeat/happy music to feel better and more motivated. Music has this incredible ability to make you feel, so use it to your advantage. Dance around your place and listen to music, it doesn’t matter even if you suck at it. I certainly do.

Spoil yourself a little: just do it, whether it’s eating ice cream (the stomach pain is totally worth it) like me or something complitely different. We deserve good things and sometimes we need to give them to ourselves. There must be something nice, no matter how small, that you can spoil yourself with.

Blankets: have a nice blanket. Or a few. Curl up inside it.

Netflix: are you inside a blanket yet? If no, do that and watch something (a great movie, your fav series, nature documentaries). If you want snacks, get them too (vegetables and dib or nuts or fruits are great if you want something less heavy)

Mouthwash: it’s a great addition to your dental hygiene. It doesn’t take a lot of effort use (but some mouthwashes taste terrible so beware).

Plushie: everyone needs one. Manly men have plushies and so should you. Just hug it and hold it.

Lists: make a list of your good attributes. Make a list of what you need to do today. Make a list of your dreams.

Interact with someone: sometimes you just want to be alone for a long time. Sometimes it might just be easier to not have any interactions with human beings at all. On the long run it’s not healthy. Send a message/ask for your favourite blogger, reblog ask memes, text a friend. Interacting with other people might make you feel more real or connected to the world. It just might make you feel a bit less lonely too.

Stim: are you a person that stims? Great! Do that. Take a moment where you just focus on stimming and how fantastic it is.

Meditate: search for an instruction video or just focus on your breath (in out in out..) for a few minutes. It can help you relax and feel calmer.

Happy Book!

So this is an open happy book. If you see and read this, please add on if you’re able to though you don’t have to. It’s basically a list of things that make me happy, and then it’s open for people to reblog and add on to the list where i left off. When you’re sad you can look at the list and see what makes this tumblr community happy and maybe smile about it. They can be anything, big vague things (ex: summer, friends) or small more specific things (ex: the feeling of grass between my toes, the smell of fresh chocolate chip cookies). It’s open for anyone to add on to, and please do! 

  1. A sunny day after a thunderstorm
  2. Drawing both eyes well
  3. When people add nice notes onto things I make
  4. Finding sea glass on the beach
  5. Coconut water
  6. Perfect winged eyeliner
  7. Binge watching Netflix with my friends
  8. Socks and sandals
  9. Making friendship bracelets for people
  10. Fairy lights
  11. Humanstuck headcanons
  12. Fizzy bath bombs
  13. Ironic Emoji Movie jokes
  14. Rewatching Disney movies
  15. Musical soundtracks
  16. Bad puns
  17. Knee high socks
  18. When my cat curls up next to me while I’m reading
  19. Really nice animation
  20. Making bubblegum bubbles
  21. Golden-brown marshmallows
  22. Looking at my friends’s art
  23. Rereading my favorite books
  24. A crackling fire on a cold day
  25. Snow angels
  26. Being able to see the stars and constellations
  27. Aesthetic moodboards
  28. Staying up on voice chat with friends
  29. Being able to just chill out with friends
  30. Group cosplays
Comfort: PromptoXReader

Just a PromptoXReader oneshot. This is Part 1 of my Comfort oneshot series. Everyone reading this is also welcome to come by and request some FFXV X Reader fics :)

Anyways, enjoy~

Prompto’s eyes welled up with tears as he held your shaking body in his arms. You had stumbled into his house, tear stricken and broken-hearted. Again.


Prompto didn’t get it. You were beautiful, inside and out. You were devoted, loyal and encouraging to everyone you were close to. Why and how did people continuously break your heart with no remorse?

And the one thing that broke Prompto’s heart the most, was the fact that he was possibly— no, definitely part of the problem.

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Happy Birthday @littlegreenplasticsoldier!! Hope you have a wonderful birthday! Much love from the Supernatural Family!!

It was another lonely night spent in your apartment. Just you, your TV, and your imagination. Your boyfriend, Dean, was off somewhere. Chasing Monsters, killing them before they returned the favor. It was a lonely life, and you were always worrying he would never make it back to you.

Tonight was especially hard because it was your birthday. Dean had been able to make it home every year for you birthday, but the chances of that this year were looking extremely slim. Which weighed heavily in your chest. Without even a call or a text letting you know he was safe, you had no idea what was going on. And it wasn’t how you wanted to spend your Birthday. 

So instead of spending your night worrying, you changed into one of his forgotten t-shirts, the scent of gunpowder and mint still clinging lightly to the fabric. Cuddling into the over-sized shirt, you pulled out a container of ice cream, propping your feet on the coffee table. With a sappy movie playing on TV, you scooped up what was now going to be your dinner.

Munching on the ice cream, you almost dropped the spoon when your door rattled before someone knocked on it. Not expecting anyone at all, knowing Dean had his own key, you quickly set the tub of ice cream down before reaching for your stash of weapons. 

Even though you weren’t a hunter, Dean had you trained in all the ways to stay safe. Your windows were salted, even though your friends thought you were crazy. A small black box under the couch held a gun, along with holy water. 

Holding both of those items, you crept up to the door as the knock sounded again. A voice sounding like Dean’s was muffled on the other side, and for a second you considered the fact it could be him. But he always called, and he never needed to knock.

With a deep breath, you opened the door a crack, nervously noticing Dean standing in the hallway, looking dirty and tired. “Hey sweetheart.” He started, but you flicked your wrist up, splashing him with holy water before he could say anything else.

“I’m not a Demon.” He muttered, wiping the water from his face. “I just lost my key, and my phone. Please let in, I don’t want to miss your Birthday.”

Trusting that the holy water hadn’t lied, you stepped back, letting him into your apartment. As soon as he was in, he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair. “God, I missed you. Happy Birthday sweetheart.”

“Dean.” You breathed, so glad he was able to make it home. 

“It looks like you started the party without me.” He teased, nodding to the ice cream. “Good thing I brought reinforcements.”

Holding up a bag, you saw pie, along with a small, hastily wrapped box inside. With a huge smile, you guided him over to the couch, so glad that he had kept up the tradition of being home for your birthday.

Happy Birthday from @katymacsupernatural

nerdalay  asked:

OH My gosh, please write 12 for Spirk!

12. We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way

hoo boy

It was Jim who had the idea. The old man was sick, and dying slowly, Jim had said. It would be logical to give him some peace and act like he’s succeeded in getting us together, Jim had said. 

Spock had been inclined to agree; there was nothing his older self missed more than his Jim Kirk, Spock knew that. So, when they were invited to spend two weeks leave at Selek’s house, Jim had made the suggestion and Spock had, for some reason even he couldn’t name, agreed. It started out innocent enough, Jim told Selek to just give them one room instead of two and when they ate dinner together Jim sat closer than usual and bumped his knee against Spock’s. Selek had been overjoyed. 

A week into leave, Spock wished he had stayed on the ship.

Vulcan kisses, contrary to popular belief, were not so innocent. They were… well, they were personal, and special. Jim’s way of doing those was messy and warm and gave Spock a strange tingling sensation in his gut. Maybe those were what had done it, made him get addicted to Jim’s touch. 

He’d dreamed (dreamed, ugh) of Jim’s hands last night. 

This morning, as he sat in meditation with Selek, he had to work to keep his focus on himself. Jim was disrupting his meditation now. Great. 

“I must say,” Selek was saying “It pleases me to see that you are so comfortable around Jim at such a young age. He is- was- always illogical when it came to displays…” The old man smiled the tiniest bit “I always felt them unessesary, at least when we were young. You have become quite tempered to them however.”

“Jim is a very tactile person.” Spock muttered, and Selek made a noise not dissimilar to a chuckle. “Agreed.”

Selek was, at the end of the day, not a fool. Spock had a feeling he wasn’t as convinced as Jim thought. 

But Jim was happy. And Spock, for some reason, cared about Jim’s happiness perhaps more than his own dignity. So the first time Jim grabbed him by the collar and kissed him on the mouth, Spock kissed him back. 

Selek was pleased.

That evening, they went to their shared bedroom. Spock had offered to sleep on the floor, but Jim had insisted that they just share the bed. Jim was warm, Spock slept well, and no one suffered. 

well, Spock did. But Jim couldn’t know that. if he deveolpoed romantic feelings for his very straight very your a pointy eared bastard captain, it was none of Jim’s buisness. Mostly because Jim would probably have him court martialed. 

They left Vulcan, Spock got his bed back, and the feelings did not go away. Spock felt a little sick. he was dstracted, and afraid. he wished he could call Selek, but it would ruin their act if Spock called his counterpart and said we lied to you but now im not lying Jim makes me feel things help me. 

He manages to keep his work up to standard, despite the fact that Jim is right there feet away from him and Spock knows what his lips taste like now and he’s like an addict craving his second hit. 

Perhaps that’s why he requests to join the next landing party even though the planet is cold, because he just needs to be away from Jim for a while.

Three days in a jail cell, and he supposes he’s gotten his wish. the three other landing party members are dead, having been unable to survive the torture. They were being punished as invaders, and the aliens didn’t speak english. Through a haze of pain, he waits for the Enterprise to come for him or death to come for him. 

Another torture session, and Spock is back in his cell. His ears are ringing. 

He swears he hears engines, and phasers.

he’s probably dreaming when he feels those hands that he dreams about constantly now hoist him up. he knows he’s dreaming when he hears Spock Spock Spock please I need you to stay you have to stay please wake up you have to be okay Spock Spock please Bones help him-!

He’s on a shuttle, but it doesn’t look like one of the ones from his ship. It’s close but not exact.

“Oh good, your awake.” comes a voice, and Spock turns his head-

Jim Kirk has hazel eyes, and his uniform shirt is a different shade of yellow from the Jim he knows. He smiles a bit “How do you do, Mr. Spock?”


“Sh. don’t try to talk. Save your strength. you’ll need it when you wake up again. To answer your question; no, your not dead. Only mostly dead.”

Spock blinks, and Jim grins “The princess bride? No? fine. thanks for taking care of my husband, I was worried about him when he came to your universe.” He sighs then “that kid loves you, you know. your captain. You two have a shot, and you’ll get more years than me and my Spock got so…” His eyes were sad “Don’t waste it? please? and tell Spock- my Spock- that I said hello. And that i miss him. And that I’m waiting for him.” He grins again “Say there’s logic in the universe, He’ll get it.” 

Spock nodded once, closed his eyes, and he swore he felt Jim Kirk kiss his head before he

Jim was sitting next to him, chin on the edge of the bed. Spock blinked when he turned to look at him.

“you’ve been in a coma for 17 days and 3 hours.” Jim mumbled.”I counted them all. Don’t do that to me.”

“I think I might be in love with you” Is what Spock says “Since we pretended for Selek. Since you kissed me. I think I enjoyed it.”

“Oh. good.”


“… Can I do it again?”

“That and more, please.”

Jim grinned “It took you long enough.”

He vulcan kisses him in that messy, warm, scandlous way that would make his grandmother cringe, and Spock is content/

Despite being old and sick, Selek lives another few months. When Spock recives his things, there is a small note in the box.

I knew you two were lying. It says I appriciate the effort. I hope, more than anything, that you find true happiness with him. I will be in my true happiness, with Jim.

There is logic in the universe, young one.

Spock reads the note twice, closes the box, and goes to find his husband for Jim’s birthday party.

this got really out of hand sweet christ enjoy lissy

Love Me Now

Summary: Lucy had been through many bad experiences but this time almost broke her. She had never wished for the presence of a certain dragon slayer, with hair the colour of cherry blossoms, more than now.

A/N: This is a gift fic for @proudtobeaginger who wanted some gritty NaLu angst. I hope you like this, sorry it took me so long to write and if it’s not exactly what you wanted. I wanted to get the scenes between Natsu and Lucy at the end just right. Many thanks to @halseyheartfilia for proof reading for me and @lady-brandy-arts for her support! 

I just about melted writing Natsu at the end, he is such a sweetheart (I fell in love with him myself lol). I realised I didn’t put Happy in until I pretty much wrote the entire thing (I didn’t really want to edit him in either), so please imagine he’s on a date with Charla.

I always struggle with fic titles, so I normally name it after a song that I’m listening to whilst writing. Here is a small list of songsperations for me:

Love Me Now - John Legend

Sorry – Aquilo

I’m On Fire – The Staves

Warnings: This fic is quite dark and mentions torture and the psychological trauma that comes with it. I promise there is a lot of fluff at the end to make up for the angst.

Word Count: 5241


“Scared is what you’re feeling. Brave is what you’re doing.” 
― Emma Donoghue

‘Why am I so weak?’ It was the main question she asked herself in a spiralling vortex of despair.

‘Why was she so stupid?’ It wasn’t like her to act without thinking. A young woman who planned her outfits for the next two weeks, down to her socks and underwear. Cold seeped through to her bones, the stone slab she was splayed across did nothing to insulate the basement floor of wherever she was. Lucy tried shifting her weight to relieve the pressure on her back. Wincing, she gasped as agony ripped through her body, in fact, it wouldn’t be a surprise if every bone had been fractured. Instinctively clenching her fists, it took all she had not to yelp as pain shot through her system causing a fresh bout of tremors. Tilting her head upwards, trying to see out swollen eyes, her empty chuckle filled the room. Perhaps her brain had temporarily blotted out the fact some of her fingernails had been ripped off. She had been naïve thinking nothing bad could happen on a simple retrieval quest, that shouldn’t have taken more than a week.

‘Natsu.’ It had barely been two days. Her slayer wouldn’t be coming to save her yet. She wasn’t expected back. Biting her already split lip helped her snap out of it, thinking of Natsu would break her. Plus, sobbing too much would disturb her broken rib cage, and she had come this far without crying. Lucy would never give the bastards the satisfaction of seeing her cry or beg. She had taken a longer quest in an admittedly childish protest. Natsu had been in one of his procrastinating phases and everyone else was seemingly on a mission. The choice was to wait for Natsu or go on her own. Lucy hated being alone, it wasn’t that she didn’t believe she could but the isolation resurfaced bad memories.

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thank you so much to everyone!!! i didn’t ignore all the messages i got, i wanted to answer them properly (esp when i’m not at work or when i’m in the right frame of mind). thank you so much for understanding and all the kind and encouraging words ;; i didn’t want pity since i just wanted to explain (it made me feel a lot better after doing so), but i didn’t expect to get so many messages! thank you again ;; i feel a lot better after getting these messages, talking to friends about my problem, and accepting it as part of life and moving on…. it seems like a small thing, but losing one of the things i can do/have that makes me happy is just…like jumping into a blackhole. ahhahaha

i hope you guys have a great weekend! love you all! <333

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can't it be me instead? chpt 1

chpt 2, chpt 3, chpt 4, chpt 5, chpt 6, chpt 7, chpt 8, chpt 9

Summary; the love of your life, Rocky, get’s a girlfriend suddenly and it feels like your world is falling apart. With the help of Moonbin, you try to win him back, but in the end you’re not sure if that’s what you want.

Genre; Angst, Fluff 

(based on the Japanese film ‘Heroine Disqualified’)

Originally posted by moonbinny

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Title: Auburn
Fandom: Servamp
Characters: Kuro, Mahiru
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Mahiru’s face began to heat up, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he stared down at the frilly costume laying on his bed. He certainly didn’t think this is what he meant when Kuro said he wanted to try something new with his Eve. Firstly, when did Kuro even develop a thing for maids…?
Notes: Oh man. Okay so. This is my first time actually writing smut! And I’m super nervous about it because I’ve also never written something this long. So. Bear with me here. I love the idea of Maid!Mahiru and couldn’t help myself, and ironically, this wasn’t even supposed to be smut at first.
Also, the ending isn’t something I’m very confident in ;;;;;
Ah… Please enjoy ///// IM EMBARRASSED

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Chapter Six “Normal”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapters: 1 ~ 23 ~ 4 ~ 5 

Originally posted by bovaria

Warnings: Sexual harassment (near rape experience) and anxiety. Fluff too!

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You stared out the window of your bedroom, watching the rain fall down onto the streets of New York. The people were seemingly unaffected by the rain, a few umbrellas popping up here and there. You smiled when you saw a man rush to shelter an elderly woman from the rain with his yellow umbrella, the kind action stuck out to you.

Your stomach grumbled angrily, asking why you hadn’t fed it yet. You sighed and pushed yourself off your bed, nervously making your way to the kitchen. Natasha sat at the counter with Sam, talking quietly amongst themselves, a box of donuts sitting in front of them. You stopped in the doorway when they smiled at you.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” Nat greeted. Sam waved at you.

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anonymous asked:

(It's the depression-happy anon) Aww thank you so much! I wanted to update you because you honestly did help me out. When you asked people to like the post to signify that they are available and willing to talk and listen to anyone. I was overwhelmed solely by seeing how many people were willing to help out. So to you and everyone else, you guys only committed a small action but it literally helped flip my world around. So thank you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I honestly teared up when reading this to my parents. It is messages like these that make me so proud to be able to use my platform to help! I can’t express how pleased I am for you! Tumblr is such a lovely community, full of people who are always willing to listen - regardless of whether they’ve experienced similar things. Reading this has also made me really appreciate my followers that are so open and happy to assist others. It is wonderful to know we are all in this together!! ♥✿(◠‿◠)✿♥ xxx

Because of our idealistic tendencies, INFJs often sabotage their own love lives. They aren’t willing to date around because they think they already have a perfect vision of what they want in their heads not to mention they want things to happen ‘naturally’ with no awkward small talk which dating often requires. But this causes INFJs to invest too much in the few relationships they manage to find, assume that love is terribly hard to find, and that you have to stay in a relationship that is no longer making you happy just because you once thought they were 'perfect.’ But no one is 'perfect’ and INFJs often learn this too late. Please, please, if you learn any advice from me learn this: no one on this earth is responsible for your fulfillment but you. There is no one person out there who likes everything that you do, who thinks the same way you do about everything, and who will never disappoint you. If INFJs actually dated they’d understand this. As they went out on dates with new people every weekend they’d realize that everyone will disappoint them at some point. They’d also realize that you can love many people in your lifetime, sometimes more than one at once. They’d encounter enough disappointments that they’d actually learn which disappointments are actually dealbreakers and which ones they can live with. They learn what they really really like having in a partner verses what they absolutely need.

It’s perfectly okay to date many people before settling down. It’s not unromantic; it’s realistic. You shouldn’t have to put the pressure on the first person you fall in love with that you have to be together forever. You’re learning from them. Learning about them, learning about love, and learning about yourself. If you find long lasting love with the first person you date then you are incalculably lucky. If you really want to find love you have to accept that it’s a trial and error process. Know that you deserve happiness but it takes hard work to find.

Love much,

Stay Awesome