something i need!

Alyanette date for alyanette april!!!

It’s their first date and they’re having a good time!!

(shh i know alya isn’t wearing the miraculous… it’s probably… like in her pocket or something… also i took the bg from a webisode concept art… so its not mine)

This user dies every time Han Jumin says “My Love”

A/N: seeing as everybody is upset by yesterday’s clip I decided to write Yousef’s account of the events after he sent the message that broke hearts all over the world.


Yousef stared up at the ceiling wondering when he could’ve prevented this. Maybe if he never stopped believing in his faith? Or even if he didn’t become friends with Elias or if he never fell in love with Sana Bakkoush.

He never thought that this would be his life. A boy who was in love with his best friends Muslim sister.

If he could’ve stopped it he would’ve. He would’ve kept seeing her as a little sister and not someone he could imagine having kids with.

Yousef knew that his beliefs were going to be a deal breaker but he thought that they could work through it. He hadn’t even known if she had even felt the same way, if any of it was real.

But fuck, it had felt so real. The little smiles she would send his way. The banter of text message that always had him staring at his phone waiting for a reply. Their conversation about having kids and a football team.

He knew now that he wouldn’t be able to have that. Maybe this was someone’s idea of a funny joke. Maybe he was being punished for not believing.

Another thing Yousef knew was that he wouldn’t be able to be near Sana knowing what could’ve been. He had to keep his distance or he would lose his mind. Being near her and knowing that she’ll never be with him. That she’ll eventually find someone else, someone Muslim, someone better.

So Yousef looked back at the read sign on his phone and felt the tears in his eyes.

He promised himself that even if he wanted the best for Sana, that if he wasn’t what she wanted, then he wouldn’t be around to see it.

nice-ta-see-ya  asked:

You know that deadpool wolverine concept? Fuck yes. The correct answer is fuck yes this is the best godamn thing I've heard in a long time! GOOD JOB!!

I’m sure it’s not the first time it’s been thought of, but when we have amazing art and such obvious connections to the characters, it’s only a matter of time, right?

One of the biggest changes in my life lays on the fact that I went from believing to not believing to believing again.

And I needed it. I was taught to believe. I had attended the Catechesis until I decided to drop out. It was shocking to some of my family - some of my aunts plus an uncle are catechists.

But that’s it. It was taught, and the moment I realised it, I did the opposite. I had to find my own path. It was not pretty.

But faith cannot be taught. Faith is something that lives in your heart. Faith is you. And the moment I realised it was (still is) one of the most beautiful things that have ever happened to me.

I needed to get there by myself.

Listen. If you’re in any sort of group and you feel uncomfortable and unsafe, it is perfectly acceptable to straight up leave.

If a group has caused you one or more panic attacks, you are allowed to leave.

If you don’t click with some people in a group, you are allowed to find a new group with people you do click with, you are allowed to leave.

If a group dismisses your thoughts, ideas and opinions and makes you feel like you aren’t important, you are allowed to leave. 

If there are people in a group who make you feel unsafe, you are allowed to leave. 

If there are people in a group who disrespect your existence, you are allowed to leave.

If there is ever any instance where your feelings, concerns, and emotions are pushed aside and treated like they’re not important, you are allowed to leave.


I desperately needed somebody to tell me this a while back, so now i’m telling it to all of you. You are allowed to leave.

Argh. I’m re-writing a scene in the next HWH chapter and I must replace very objective and distant descriptions and Alim must think and feel and, yikes, worry… do emotional stuff. It is hard. He has to emote, and I am wincing as I write but god damn it he’s emoting and it’s like fingernails on chalkboard and I’m going to rewrite the fucking thing with more emotions andrescuemeplease.

I really need money cause I want to save up to be able to finally go visit Sam but I haven’t been commissioned in so long and I don’t know how successful patreons and red bubble accounts are but I’m willing to try them ;-; I just need like 500 dollars more but i don’t know why it’s been so tough lately ahhhh does anyone have any ideas or experience with some of these things? I’m really desperate

Oh, screw you, fashion ‘suggestion’. So what if ankle strap sandals make legs look shorter? I am short. I will never, ever look tall. It takes a platform heel to approach average, and I’m fine with that. I don’t need to look taller. I don’t need to look bustier, I do not need to minimize my hips. Not anymore than the tall girls need to look shorter, or the broad shouldered women need to look narrower. I’m not going to miss out on cute shoes and feeling fabulous because you think I should be trying my hardest to look ‘average’, and neither should anyone else.

It fucks me up that I still remember our first call, the first time you told me you loved me in voice and writing. The letter you wrote me. The songs you used to send me with you singing them. Wilson. The first time we looked at flights together. The time you told me that you had the time for Wales already on your phone. When you told me you lied about not liking things just to hear me talk about them. The first time that you talked to my friends. The first time you told me you missed us. The first time I had to say goodbye to you. The last time you told me you loved me. The last time I heard you call me baby. I remember every moment of the last four months, every little bit. I have a terrible memory but I can’t forget a thing about you. How you used to refuse to call me until you had a face of make up on, despite the fact I think you’re beautiful without it. How drunk you were the first time you called me and got extremely confused about how to answer the call. How I couldn’t believe that a girl like you could love me, and as much as I didn’t say it at first, I knew I loved you. From the moment you walked into my life. I don’t know how it was possible, I still don’t, but I just knew. I knew that if I told you I loved you then I’d never be able to let you go. And I was right.

i wanted to buy my dad a bottle of wine as a ‘thank you for helping me afford to go on vacation’ gift, so I texted him asking him to recommend some types of wine he likes because I wanted to try some reds. the good news is: he bought it and totally thinks I was asking that question legitimately, the bad news is: 24 hours later he is still making recommendations and texting me pictures of wines he thinks I might like, so it’ll be not so great when tell him, “I just wanted to surprise you and i still hate red wine”

to the bitch anon a few days ago:

until you have the courage to show yourself, i won’t be replying to your inboxes. you need to 1) grow the fuck up. 2) understand that if you’re gonna talk shit, at least be proud about it. 3) learn to stop being a fucking coward.

you’re really starting to piss me off. i was okay with it at first but now im getting annoyed because you’re talking shit about my friends.

just piss off.

don’t come on to my blog again. and i’m praying to every fucking god out there that you’re not following me bc i don’t want you here. and if i could block anons you’d be the first.

also, you’re wrong. that girl is a fucking angel.

so 1) fuck off. 2) come back when you’re not a coward anymore.

ok. im done. this is the last time im addressing this anon.

i just hope they realize that what they’re doing is wrong and learn to change.