sometimes i just don't know when to quit

101 fluffy prompts
  • FALLING IN LOVE
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • LIVING TOGETHER
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • MARRIED LIFE
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • PREGNANCY
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • PARENTING
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."

anonymous asked:

Have you ever seen Supervet? Idk of it's shown in Australia but it's a tv show based in a vet practice called Fitzpatrick Referrals and the guy does all sorts of technologically amazing treatments but I have to admit, I don't know if he doesn't sometimes take things too far and should just be euthanising these suffering animals. It also fits in with something I saw recently about a man giving horses prosthetic limbs when they'd normally die after a broken leg. How far do you think is too far?

Within the industry, specialist surgeons have a reputation of being very ‘cut happy’, generally speaking. It’s like when all you have is a hammer, every problem starts to look like a nail.

I have seen some of the episodes, quite a long time ago. He certainly seems to know his stuff, but I don’t like the dramatization. I also don’t like how the show just skims over costs of these procedures and didn’t emphasize the simple fact that experimental surgery sometimes doesn’t work.

If someone is going to go to extreme lengths to save an animal, they should do it properly and a well equipped specialist hospital with a knowledgeable surgeon is the place to be. However, not every case can be saves.

I’ve said previously that I try to avoid making judgement calls about ‘should’. The exception to this are cases where the animal’ welfare is compromised. I feel like it’s our job to advocate for our patient’s welfare, particularly making sure that minimum standards are not compromised.

I think the proliferation of two legged dogs that are allowed to live to adulthood are an example of things going too far. The  media treat these stories as inspirational, when really they shouldn’t have been allowed to get this far. This is sad, not inspiring, and I feel bad for the dogs and cringe at the thought of their orthopedics.

And the  media just praises it for trying to survive without so much as tossing it a pair of wheels.

I mean, if you’re going to try to keep an animal with a disability to make yourself feel better, either do it well or don’t do it at all.

Technology and medical techniques should advance over time. It’s not unreasonable to expect the scope of treatments we can offer to expand. On the topic of horse limbs, the difficulty in treating horse limb fractures is due to their size and damage that occurs to the other legs while they’re healing. Small horses cope with some prosthetics, but large and flighty horses tend not to.

How far we can push treatment will no doubt change in the future, but we need an ethical framework to ask ‘should we do this’. If we’re undertaking a treatment for our benefit over the animal’s, I have to ask why. It is their welfare that should be a priority in these decisions. Not human ego.

“I do not need my sight to know what is hidden underneath your skin…”

Oooooh boy this is slowly turning into a series of chocobros as astrals huh? Don’t worry Astral!Prompto is still the main boy here!

I said it’s just a doodle I say but then when I was done with the messy lineart I decided to go all out on the colouring. F me. The design turns out a lil darker than what I intended but eh.

Ignis. It’s quite obvious what kind of astral he is. His lost of sight does not hinder him from knowing the truth and the reason behind such a dark colour/bruising iggy against the light coloured background is that sometimes the truth is a bitter wound that you have to swallow but it’s better knowing than being ignorant. Often times, the truth is also quite simple thus the simplicity of his design! (I put a lot of thought into this pls appreciate meh.). Ignis is by far, the most difficult to come up with because I do not know what suits him best.

“I’ve been crying for thousands of years. For a pain that is not my own to carry…”

Noctis however, is a representation of complication, pain and sensitiveness. His abundance of jewelry, while pretty and shiny, are a sign that he is a sensitive astral to the core. Cloth covering just at the right place but is still revealing in some way expresses how vulnerable he feels with the whole world. Not only that, the nature of his cloth is sheer and sad sad blue. He cries and grieves easily, showing the feeling of somberness and pain. The black choker he has on his neck is a sign that he truly feels choked at being an astral (responsibility) and carrying a weight, anguish that is not his own. (Eos’ pain). This made him the most emotional between Prompto and Ignis.

“You have no right to decide which is best for The Chosen King! If I could I would condemn you to the astral plane below!”

Hoooo Prompto. He’s a very rebellious one yet he’s a very very kind god. (Good boy TM)

Prompto represents freedom (airy, wings) hope and kindness (green) and the will to stand on your own (staff, golden jewelry) thus why his design seems flowy, revealing… Super frisky and floaty). Green is also a way of expressing “to heal” and that is what he’s great at but underneath all that innocence is an intense rage. While he is a level headed person (not as level headed as Ignis. He is the very definition of stone cold that even Shiva has a heart.) Due to him suffering from losing his mother, Eos, 2000+ years ago, revenge slowly grew inside but he has no idea how to lash out and when he does. He literally brought thunderstorm. (Another reason why his astral name is Notus.)

Geeze

I didn’t expect to go this lengthy FORGIVE ME.

Imma call this the Astral Series

Fic Masterpost

Given that i’ve got a bit of a Busy Fricken Time coming up and I may not be writing as much, I figured I’d follow @cooldoyouhaveaflag‘s example with her wonderful Prompts of Turnadette Masterpost and gather my current fics and drabbles together in a post. 

I’ve also got this post under my pages link on my blog header, which I’ll update whenever I do add things. The list is under the cut.

Keep reading

That painful moment

When you have to hold back a comment because you know the other person is going to get all defensive and emotional and you’ve already dealt with too much of it that day and will quite possibly lose your cool and go into overdrive if one more person starts acting stupid.

OK where is your off switch?

anonymous asked:

why the fuck do smokers get more breaks than non smokers?? Like I know how bad nicotine cravings can get I just quit smoking myself but I still don't think it's fair?

I used to walk out with the assistant manager when she would take a smoke break. She tried to have the store manager write me up and I told them both. She goes out I do. You want to write me up then I will hire an attorney. That office supply store blew sometimes but at least corporate cared about the people (or seemed to)

-Rodney

anonymous asked:

Many people say that reading Viktor's POV is easier because he's ever the optimist but tbh for me it's 200% worse to see how Yuuri's actions come across. In his own POV it was sometimes easy to get lost in his head and just roll with it because his thought processes are quite familiar (sadly), but to see how abrupt the changes are from the outside is gutting, just how much of a problem it is when you work through a lot of stuff in your own head but don't realize that people won't know that.

One of the reasons I really wanted to write Viktor’s POV is because in umfb a lot of people just accepted what Yuuri did and thought because it seemed completely rational in his head. But obs gives me the chance to really explore how a different perspective tells a totally different story and how you can be perceived in a completely different way to how you intended by other people

kxkira  asked:

My boyfriend knows I get flustered when he flirts with me but he does it anyway because he finds that cute, sometimes embarrassing me to no end. His favourite way is pick-up lines, really cheesy ones. One day, out of nowhere, he told me something like: " Out of all your curves, your smile is my favourite!~ " ( and I'm quite chubby so I think he chose this one on purpose ). Anyway, could I request you headcanons about a flirty Nishinoya? Or whoever you want I don't mind!~

You and your boyfriend sound absolutely adorable! Boys who do cute stuff just to see you smile and get flustered are the best boys, no question; and boys who are cheesy are honestly perfect. (shoutout to my bf.)

Flirty Noya HC’s coming right up!


  • “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” “noya that’s so overused” “it’s because you’re an angel y/n!!!” “awwww!!”
  • he is the cheesiest person ever; a dozen roses and a box of chocolates type of cheesy
  • once stood outside your window with a boombox playing your fave song
  • also threw pebbles at the window he broke the window
  • constantly sends you memes and flirty tumblr posts
  • noya kabe-don’d you bc he thought it was cool and sexy and it was
  • “m’lady” “if i turn around and see you in a fedora i swear to GOD”
  • proposals??? promposals??? asking you to marry him with a mcflurry in the middle of mcdonalds?? every trip with nishinoya is a rollercoaster
  • takes every opportunity to fluster you with pick-up lines
  • kisses your ring finger at every opportunity 
  • sings musical theatre romantic duets with you in the bathroom
  • “those jeans look great but they’d look even better on my bedroom floor” “… okay” “Y/N YOU DON’T HAVE TO STRIP NOW”

anonymous asked:

Question, why do you steal gifs and then not give credit? I mean even if you don't know where it's originally from, you could always say that it's not yours :/

We never claimed the gifs as ours, and beside we already said it before. When we’re making our own gifs for the appreciation posts, we put our credits on it, like many of people now on Tumblr. Most of the time gifs just pop on our feed, and sometimes they don’t have any credits, so knowing who really made them is quite complicated. And those aren’t ours, we never said other way. We are thankful to all the people making all those gifs. 🙂

— Gwen, Eirin & Stella

A Dad on Valentines [PART TWO] - Yoosung

This is heavily inspired my @myetie 2nd Gen AU/Taemin AU, cause I’m obsessed with that.

Hope you enjoy :3


Yoosung

Despite having matured quite a lot during those years Yoosung was married to you, the man had still remained a child at heart, for the most part. Therefor it was hard for people to imagine him not only having a teenaged daughter, but being a responsible father.

Contrary to popular belief though, Yoosung was indeed an amazing father. His methods might have been too liberal for some, but Yoonri adored her father to bits and pieces. They shared a special kind of bond, allowing Yoonri to fully confide in her father about everything.

It made matters all the more concerning when one day Yoonri returned home from school and sulked off to her room without so much as looking up to great you or Yoosung. The two of you exchanged worried looks as you watched the door quietly click shut behind your daughter.

Yoonri had always been a cheerful and extremely energetic girl. Coming from school she’d be bouncing of the walls with zest. Usually that turned out to be either go out with her friends to skateboard somewhere or gear up and play hours of LOLOL with her online friends.

This time when you and Yoosung walked towards the door, pressing your ears against the wooden door to hear what your daughter was up to, you were only greeted by complete silence. No preparation to go out. No playing LOLOL. Something had definitely happened.

The problem was, something like that had never really happened before. Yoonri was a good girl, but she most certainly wasn’t always level-headed. When something was on her mind she spoke it, whether it be good or bad, appropriate or not. Silence, however, you’d never had before.

After about an hour more Yoosung simply couldn’t take it anymore. He was worried sick and sitting still while his loved ones were suffering had never been anything Yoosung was particularly good at. So, equipped with her favourite jelly beans, Yoosung knocked at his daughters door.

No reply came and while it would have been easy to just walk in, Yoonri never locked her door, Yoosung respected his daughters privacy. Instead he sat down beside the door, leaning against the wall as he waited for his daughter to change her mind.

It was about five minutes and half a pack of jelly beans later that the door finally opened. Yoonri looked down at her father and the little, colourful bag in his hands. Neither of them said a word as Yoonri sat down beside her father, taking the beans from him and digging in.

For a couple of minutes they merely sat beside one another, Yoonri resting her head on her fathers shoulder while finishing off the rest of the sweets. Yoosung waited patiently until finally his daughter broke the silence with a sigh.

“Before you worry too much, nothing horrible happened or anything. Didn’t fail a class or got bullied”, Yoonri said, looking down at her hands where she was playing with the very last jelly bean. “It’s just that it’s Valentines Day and I didn’t get a single Valentine.”

Yoosung was quite surprised by his daughters words, but not for the reason most people would have assumed. Sadly, Yoonri was the spitting image of her father and he knew from personal experience that it didn’t work in your favour.

“I thought you didn’t have anyone you liked, sweetheart”, he said. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with the idea of his daughter dating, but she just didn’t strike him like someone who’d benefit from being in a relationship for the time being. Far too free spirited.

“I don't”, Yoonri quickly replied, shaking her head. “But I always see the way you look at mom and how she looks at you. The two of you are so happy and sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have something like that, you know?”

Yoosung closed his eyes, sighing with relief. He smiled to himself. “Yoonri, I met your mother when I was quite a few years older than you and until her I had no one. You don’t need some boring high school boy to be happy. Trust me, I’d know. I was one.”

“Listen, Valentines Day isn’t over yet. So how about we buy a bucket of your ice cream and put on some cheesy romance drama, huh? Your mom and I will be your Valentines and trust me when I say that no one will ever love you as much as we do, unconditionally.”

The day fizzled out with the three of you cuddle up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you. Yoonri sat on the side, taking her eyes off the movie to look at you and Yoosung peacefully cuddled up. Who needed boys anyway, when you had such a loving family.

belikelasagna  asked:

i don't know if it's just me, or if ㄴ is actually pronounced as ㄷ sometimes. like in 누구. if it is, are there rules for when this happens? thank you!

I think in dramas sometimes because of like “aegyo” and trying to sound cuter, some words with  ㄴ sound more…nasal or like..more deep in the throat (? I’m not quite sure how to explain it) which may sound like as in your example word above, nugu (meaning who) is pronounced as dugu.  HOWEVER, and I will stand by this until the end of time,  ㄴ is NEVER pronounced as  ㄷ in real life, or even in dramas/shows for that matter.  It may sound like it is, but in reality, no one would actually pronounce  ㄴ as a  ㄷ.  So, if you’ve been saying nugu for all your korean learning life, awesome! Just do that because you will be 100% right!  But if you’ve been saying  ㄷ instead…..honey WHAT! is you doin? Hahaha nah but in all honesty,  ㄴ is always  ㄴ. Never  ㄷ.  Have a nice day and keep watching drama!

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Sometimes, I don’t get it quite right.

Sometimes I strike without opening my mouth, get my dinner, then get confused as to why it’s not already in my mouth–and this happens.

My keeper knows I’m a little weird about eating sometimes (I don’t see why it should be impossible to swallow a rat sideways, the rats should just fold for me!), so when I gave up and let it go, he tried again and I got it in my mouth the second time.

anonymous asked:

on the topic of pirates and bootlegs, i have a version of SADX that has no music at all, even a few sound effects are missing, made the game feel way grittier than it was supposed to when i was a kid lmao. Also sometimes when you quit to the title screen it glitches and doesn't let you press enter, it just starts playing random cutscenes like if you had left the title screen for too long. Don't even know where this version is from, a friend just carried it on her pendrive and let me copy it.

SADX: Super Realism ver.

Ben Solo's Tribunal Hearing
  • Judge: I assume you'll be representing yourself ...
  • Ben: What makes you think that?
  • Judge: Who would ...
  • ("Dreams" by Van Halen starts playing over the court)
  • Ben: Oh no ...
  • Judge: what is that?
  • Ben: Yes! YES! I'm my own defense! I'm my own Defense!
  • Rey: *Kicks open the Door* I Object!
  • Ben: *Panicked* (To distracted Stenographer) I defend myself! Write that down peasant!
  • Rey: The defense has arrived!
  • Ben: No it hasn't!
  • Judge: This is totally unacceptable!
  • Ben: I agree, throw her out!
  • Rey: *Put on shades* No, you're out of order!
  • Judge: What?
  • Ben: You're Honor, don't listen to her, she's just saying catch phrases that a plumber and a X-Wing Pilot are feeding her in her com! They have a combined third grade education!
  • Rey: Your face has a ... oh sorry ... *Takes earpiece out*
  • Judge: Jedi Knight Solo, is this your lawyer!
  • Ben: No!
  • Rey: Yes!
  • Judge: Which is it?
  • Ben: No!
  • Rey: Yes!
  • Ben: Your honor, she's trying to get me killed!
  • Rey: How can you say that?
  • Ben: I'm fighting for my life and you just barged in here playing Van Halen!
  • Rey: *Annoyed by the obviousness* ... Yeah.
  • Ben: Sammy Haggar Van Halen
  • Rey: What's the difference?
  • Ben: *Turns to Judge* She's trying to get me killed!
  • Judge: Ma'am do you have a history with the client.
  • Rey: Yes! See that scar?
  • Judge: Yeah?
  • Rey: Me ...
  • Judge: You attacked your client?
  • Ben: Yes!
  • Rey: But! *Holds finger up* It's totally fine, because, I'm nothing ... But not to him!
  • Ben: ...
  • Rey: ...
  • Judge: What does that even mean?
  • Rey: That's he's gay- *Takes other earpiece out* sorry.
  • Ben: *Face Palms* Your honor she doesn't even have a galactic license for law! She's a scavenger, she steals shit for a living!
  • Rey: I know the law!
  • Ben: Name one!
  • Rey: ... *Puts earpiece back in*
  • Ben: *Motions to her in example to everyone else*
  • Rey: Ladies and Gentlemen of the court I say to you that Food is eatable five seconds after touching the ground!
  • Ben: That's not a law!
  • Rey: Maybe not to you, rich boy ...
  • Judge: Enough! *Sighs* I'm gonna be honest ...
  • Rey: If I might make my opening statement?
  • Ben: It's a bail hearing!
  • Rey: Well bring him in here, I got something to say!
  • Judge: I'll allow it!
  • Ben: What?!
  • Judge: Jedi Master, Solo, one more outburst and I'll release you into the custody of your legal team!
  • Ben: they're not my lawyers!
  • Rey: Ladies and Gentleman of the Galaxy, as a leader of the New ... New, New Republic. I've gotten to know Ben Solo for quite sometime ...
  • Ben: Don't ...
  • Rey: I've seen him shirtless ...
  • Ben: ...
  • Rey: And I can only give you my word in this when I speak of this man's character.
  • Ben: ...
  • Judge: ...
  • The Galaxy: ...
  • Hux: *Changes the Channel*
  • Rey: Everything he did, he did for me!
  • Judge: What?
  • Ben: *Blushes and looks away*
  • Rey: I was the reason in his life ... I was the inspiration.
  • Judge: Really?
  • Ben: look it's ... *Pauses* wait a minute!
  • Rey: He did it all, Ladies and Gentlemen of the court, for the Glory of love!
  • Ben: Are you just listing off sappy love song titles?!
  • Rey: See I told you he was a Fa- *takes earpiece out* sorry.
  • Ben: You're defending me with love ballads!
  • Judge: *Bangs gavel* enough! After further consideration, the court has decided to allow it!
  • Rey: Yes! *Jumps into a hug with Ben*
  • Ben: Seriously!
  • Judge: Master Jedi, you destroyed half the galaxy, you can refund it with the ratings for this trial! Dismissed!

anonymous asked:

I'm a transgirl AMAB and I'm not out and sometimes I feel awful and like I'm just only a boy, it really hurts me and I don't know what to do when it strikes. Any tips??

Harper says:

Hi anon! 
Aside from the general dysphoria tips (scroll down on that page to find transfeminine and NB specific resources) my other advice would be from my own experience.

Even today I still get the same weird awful moments, even after being out for a while now! Its quite common amongst trans people - personally, I theorise this is to do with the society we’re involved and brought up in, and how there are so many subtle and not so subtle forms of transphobia and trans invalidation we have to unlearn through our lives. When I’m in need of validation I do my best to remember that. The violent invalidatory voices that we can internalise are not ourselves!

Other things that help me is having my trans flag on my wall to remind me that I am enough and I am who I say I am. Being not out still, for you a huge flag on your wall probably isn’t going to be safe or practical. Perhaps a small trans token or something easily hidden to remind you could be useful? Or even just an image of something validatory on your phone or something to refer to if that is safe.

Finally, talking to myself (in my head or quietly out loud) can help me a lot! Saying my name or things like “come on girl” just to affirm my gender and choices and to give myself a pick me up can really help!

Followers/other mods, any other tips?

anonymous asked:

Headcanon: Wally and Shawn complain about Joey to each other while their both on break and go out for drinks. They both plan to quit when they can( they've both been able to quit for quite sometime, they just don't want to not have an excuse to see each other, I'm sorry, I ship it.)

Shawn is a heavyweight. Wally is not. He’s had to carry him home multiple times.

anonymous asked:

do you ever feel bad about your art? if so, how do you overcome it? like, I'm so close to giving up because I hate my art so much and I just don't' know how to improve. it would be so much easier to quit.

oh yeah, i think every artist goes through that sometimes. i’ve definitely had those times when i feel like nothing i draw looks good and it’s super frustrating…. but i keep drawing, cause i just.. really want to draw? i have so many ideas and, idk how to explain, i want those drawings to exist? :’D because if i’m not gonna draw them then no one will.
maybe you’re having an art block? whenever i have those i kind of just sketch stuff until i manage to draw something that looks decent. i usually end up scrapping several drawings and starting over but at some point i usually manage something i can work with :’)
how long have you been drawing though? if you’re still a beginner then it’s definitely normal if your art doesn’t look how you want it to. in that case you just need to keep practising, it’ll definitely pay off in the long run !
what’s your motivation to draw? does it make you happy? for me it has always been drawing my favorite characters (or my OCs) - even when i was still a beginner and my art definitely didn’t look how i wanted, drawing was still fun because i could draw characters i loved.
if drawing usually just makes you feel bad, and frustrated, instead of happy (and/or relaxed?) then you might have to consider if you’re really passionate about it, if that’s really what you want to do. if yes - then don’t give up ! keep drawing ! even if it doesn’t look great. remember that your art doesn’t always have to look good, it’s more important that you’re actually enjoying it and having fun.
and finally, yes, quitting would be easy. but would you really rather give up or work hard and see how you’ll improve? art isn’t always easy, especially while you’re a beginner. and that’s why it’s important to be passionate about it !

If you asked me why I love Because This Is My First Life, I could give you so many reasons. More than any would bother to read.

And, yet, I would most likely fail to capture the heart of this kdrama. The frail, gentle winged butterfly, in colors of soft ache and melancholy, of struggle that we go through as we grow up - a struggle that does not end at 18 or 20 or even 40, any age really -, of trying to find our footing in the maze of shifting relationships, of rebalancing what we want to say and have no words to and what we end up saying with all the wrong words, with longings we can’t quite put our finger on and sometimes, when we do, they have long since slipped by us.

It is softly spoken drama so far, but what is said, resonates within me. It is not all sad or proper, no, it has its laughter and issues that are not related to emotional world at all. It has friendship thicker than blood. And it is just. Life.

I never write fanfic and I ship Swan Queen hardcore. But I was looking at this rather lovely gifset and reading this post about the Swan Queen/Swanfire/Rumbelle BroTP and somehow I wrote an angst/fluff post Season 5a Swan Fire Queen fic. It’s not very smutty because I don’t do terribly well with willies.

No, I can’t explain it either, but here’s the fic nobody wanted for the threesome no one really ships:

Almost Instinct

She doesn’t know how this happened. She isn’t even sure what this is. But Emma is curled at her left side, head tucked into the crook of Regina’s neck and hand cupped beneath her breast. And Neal has his nose pressed against her right hip, his legs sprawled and his arm flung over them both. He snuffles in his sleep, because even after all these months he’s still like a barely house-trained stray dog. Their son lies peaceful in another room and what was broken isn’t mended, it can never be mended, but it’s still somehow whole.

Did it begin when Neal staggered up the front steps of 108 Mifflin Street, half-dead and inexplicably covered in dust and peacock feathers? No, it was before that. Maybe it was when Emma came to her door. The darkness had been banished from inside the woman who had once been a savior, but it lingered in her eyes, her slouch, the angry twist of her mouth.

She didn’t look at Regina as she said, ‘How do you live with it? The things you did were so much worse than me. You killed hundreds of people. I don’t know. Thousands? How the hell do you live with yourself? But then I guess you don’t have any choice.’

‘There’s always a choice, Emma.’ Regina smiled grimly at the flash of recognition at her words. ‘I don’t have to live.’

‘No, I didn’t… I didn’t mean…’ For the first time Emma looked her in the eye, with shame and a little defiance.

‘I could kill myself,’ Regina continued relentlessly. ‘When I think about it all, when I really remember… I deserve to die for what I did. I think everyone can agree on that. But if I die, then what? Nothing is made better. So I tell myself that the perpetrator of those atrocities was her, the Evil Queen, and I’m… someone else. I’m her heir – I inherited her powers and her debts and it’s my job to use one to pay back the other.’

‘And does it help?’ Emma whispered. ‘Do you really believe you’re two different people?’

But that wasn’t a question that had just one answer, and so she invited Emma in. Then she invited Emma for dinner, and when she thought about Emma going home to that gloomy house, bought by the person she wanted not to be, Regina invited her to stay.

They shared a space and their meals and few words, but somehow found a precarious equilibrium. It seemed to Regina that Emma was like a spinning coin: on edge, still upright, but heading for a fall. Henry had fallen too, out of hero worship with the mother he’d once idolised and into a sullen, wounded and untrusting distance. He shied away from Emma’s touch and Emma flinched from Regina’s when she tried to offer comfort.

It made her long for Hook, of all people. It made her wish he’d survived to offer Emma those smiling banalities she’d once seemed to find comforting. Regina had always considered him obnoxious and his obsessive love too much, but for the love-starved Emma it had perhaps been just enough. Regina wished his death weren’t another weight bowing down Emma’s permanently hunched shoulders.

It made Regina miss Robin too: his dependable solidity and calm decency. But he was with Marion now, not as dead as Zelena had claimed, and she was far more worthy of him. Besides, Regina had no time for anything but Emma and the pain inside her, eating her up from the inside.

And then one Wednesday in the middle of April Neal was on her doorstep – and when Emma saw him, she let out an awful, rasping sob and fled.

Regina ran a bath for him and watched with complicated tangle of emotions as Henry hugged him and cried as raggedly as his other mother. It was jealousy she felt, yes, but also such joy for her boy that he could have this joy. The good emotions Henry coaxed from her had always been stronger than the bad. It was what had saved her. She still hoped it might save Emma.

Gold had told Neal most of what he’s missed while he’s been… wherever he’s been. Another realm? The Greek Underworld? It wasn’t clear. Regina told him the rest, and he hunched his shoulders and scratched the back of his neck when she explained what Emma had been through – what she was still going through. The rasp of nails in his hair was too loud in a house that had been too quiet for too long.

‘Um,’ he said. 'That sounds really bad?’

Another genius to add to her collection, Regina thought, and thought it again when Emma finally came home and she’d no sooner walked through the door than Neal turned her back round with an arm around her shoulders and marched her to the nearest bar. They returned at some ungodly hour of the morning, both staggering drunk.

'Of all the irresponsible…’ Regina said to Baelfire, but he was already half asleep and she let him weave across the floor to the sofa and collapse across it.

Emma she supported up to her room. Regina eased the jacket from her shoulders, but her fingers hesitated at the hem of her tank top, until Emma raised her arms like a sleepy child and Regina sighed and pulled it off her. She looked away as she unclasped Emma’s bra then snapped open the fastening of her jeans. Emma’s legs were unshaven where they’d once been smooth and there was a stale smell to her skin. It filled Regina with an inexplicable tenderness.

In the morning, she arched an eyebrow at Neal’s groaning, bleary-eyed misery and carried the full breakfast tray past him and up the stairs to Emma’s room. Emma was awake already and she smiled when she saw the food, though her eyes were black-shadowed.

'You’re both idiots,’ Regina said.

Emma was already eating, yellow yolk coating her lips. 'I know.’ The bacon slice she’d folded in two and stuffed straight in muffling her words.

'You need to wash,’ Regina told her.

She didn’t expect Emma to listen, but soon she heard the gushing of the guest shower. She leaned against the bathroom’s closed door, the heat and the moistness of steam seeping through the hinge, and felt a constriction in her chest that might have been hope.

She was still there when Emma emerged, hair wet and lank around a face that had the ruddy glow of health for the first time in weeks. Regina knew that it was only the heat of the shower, and yet. Their eyes met and something else clenched inside her when Emma smiled tremulously.

It was love, she realised with horror. How long had it been there, hiding in plain sight? Since before Emma became the Dark One, certainly. Now she knew its shape she could find it in her memories even of that terrible year in the Enchanted Forest, when she’d missed Henry so desperately. Her love for him and her love for Emma were all knotted together, hopelessly inseparable.

Henry didn’t go to school that day. All four of them watched the Indiana Jones movies together, not talking much, only eating popcorn and the vegetables dipped in hummus that Regina insisted they all have. Henry’s eyes darted between them and he moved often, taking it in turns to snuggle into each of their sides.

Regina wasn’t sure why she let Neal stay. He was a terrible influence on both Emma and Henry. Junk food she most certainly didn’t buy started to appear in her kitchen cupboards and Henry used language she’d never taught him. She would have given everyone involved a stern talking-to, but Henry’s smile was finally boyish again – just like his father’s – and she so crossed her arms and said nothing.

She put up with the practical jokes that were neither funny nor practical. The shampoo they’d swapped with rotten eggs stank so badly that she had to use the guest bath for three days, but she did it without much complaint. The designer clothes they replaced with cheap knock-offs didn’t look very much alike. Emma hid her grin beneath her hand when she saw Regina wearing them anyway, and she pretended not to notice.

But Regina drew the line at crashing her car – the car Neal shouldn’t have been driving anyway, though who could blame him for preferring it to Emma’s yellow disaster? That little faux pas got him banished from the house for three days. If she’d caught Henry and Emma sneaking him food from the leftovers in the kitchen, she would have stopped them, but she never could seem to catch them in the act.

When the bell rang, she thought it would be Neal. She’d decided he’d been punished long enough. But it was Gold.

‘Come to plead his case for him?’ she asked, an amused twist to her lips that wasn’t entirely feigned.

But this man wasn’t the same one who’d occupied so large and destructive a role in her life. He shook his head, looking away. She found his meekness almost offensive. How could she push, when there was nothing to push back against?

‘I wanted to thank you,’ he said, ‘for taking him in. He could have stayed with us, but he wanted to be there for Emma and I… I know he needed me to let him go.’

‘Emma’s glad to have him around,’ she admitted grudgingly.

He nodded, looking down again. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘For Emma?’

‘For a lot of things. For leading you down the wrong path.’

Her eyes flooded with sudden and shaming tears and she turned her back on him. ‘It was my choice to walk it.’

‘Nevertheless.’

‘I’m sorry too – for Belle.’

He laughed, not his old manic cackle or his dry half-cough, but a genuine sound of amusement. ‘Oh, she forgave you long ago, did my Belle. She’s good at forgiveness – just like Bae. Sometimes he seems more like her son than mine.’

She smiled at that, blushing when he caught it – too open and fond.

‘You’ll look after him, won’t you?’ he said as he left.

She didn’t know quite what he meant – or maybe she did. It happened one day when Emma was out, back to work as the sheriff at last. She and Neal had meant to run through his own job options, but he’d looked out of the window at the clear and merry blue of the sky, and somehow she found herself lying on the grass beside him, beneath the blossom of her apple tree.

‘It’s crooked,’ he said.

‘That’s because Miss Swan cut off one of the branches.’

He laughed, the carefree and joyful sound she didn’t understand how he could still produce. 'Bet you couldn’t decide if you wanted to bone her or kill her.’

She rolled onto her elbow to glare at him and his grin just widened. 'Yeah, that’s the look.’

He leaned in – it was definitely him, but she didn’t lean back. And then his lips were on hers, and it was far softer than she would have expected, if it had been something she’d thought to expect at all.

When his tongue traced a gentle line around her lips she opened them for him. He took the invitation, but nothing more. One hand supported him and he touched just the index finger of the other to her chin. Like her, he knew what it was to be held too tightly. She realised there were many things he and she shared, different from those they each shared with Emma. Maybe she could forgive herself for liking the great oaf quite as much as she did.

When the kiss finished they both rolled onto their backs to stare up at the cloudless sky and the shadows of apple leafs across it.

'Was that about Emma?’ Regina asked.

'Why’s everything got to be about Emma?’ But then he added, 'Have you seen yourself? You’re hot. That was about you.’

It didn’t happen again, but she caught him watching her in quiet moments, and sometimes she caught herself watching him. Whatever he claimed, it had been about Emma. Or at least what she chose to do about it had everything to do with Emma. But for a while they were in a new equilibrium, far more stable than the last, and she thought that maybe they could stay that way forever. Emma smiled now. She went to work and she went drinking with Baelfire and she talked about her time as the Dark One very little.

Sometimes when she and Emma stood shoulder to shoulder in the kitchen, Emma chopping vegetables with her lip caught between her teeth, wisps of her bright hair brushing Regina’s face, Regina thought they’d found their ending, as happy as it was likely to get.

But then one evening when Henry was staying with Paige and they’d been doing nothing very much – just Neal and Emma watching reruns of Cops and Regina reading – Emma caught her sharing a look with Baelfire.

‘It’s OK,’ Emma said. ‘You can tell me.’

‘Tell you what?’ Regina asked, years of practise keeping her voice calm while her heart thundered.

‘I know it’s time for me to move out. I’m still paying rent on the house. I can move back in next week – quicker if you want.’

‘Why would I want that?’ Regina asked, genuinely baffled as Neal stared gravely at them both.

Emma shrugged, an awkward gesture that always made her look like a sulky teen, ill at ease in her woman’s body. ‘This has to end, right? Might as well do it now. Rip the Band Aid off before it gets stuck and you get that stupid brown gunk all over you. I don’t want to be your brown gunk.’

Emma smiled lopsidedly, as if she was joking, and Regina’s tension melted. She knew what she had to do – what it was long past time she admitted. Emma flinched away from her as she reached out, but she didn’t let it put her off. She rested her knuckles against the curve of Emma’s cheek as she said, ‘It never has to end, you idiotic girl. Why would I want you gone when I love you an absurd amount?’

Emma’s eyes widened, her lovely long lashes framing them. Then she closed them, drawing in a sharp breath as she pressed her cheek against Regina’s hand. ‘Really?’ Her voice was very small.

‘Yes, really.’ Regina knew that Emma sensed her moving closer, the warm puff of her breath against Emma’s mouth. But Emma didn’t shy away this time, and when Regina’s lips slid against hers she sighed, half-vocalised, and then clasped her own hands desperately in Regina’s hair and held her still as they kissed and kissed and kissed.

Quite a long time later, Emma drew back with a gasp and Regina knew that she’d finally remembered Baelfire. ‘Neal…’ Emma said, and he just smiled awkwardly at her, so Regina cupped her other hand around his cheek, stubbly where Emma’s was so, so soft, and pulled him to her for a kiss.

‘Oh,’ Emma said. ‘Oh.’

They took turns kissing Emma after that, kissing her lips and neck and ears, which made her giggle and squirm away. They kissed her until she’d softened wonderfully with pleasure. Neal did most of the work getting them out of their clothes, but it was Regina who first took Emma’s breast in her mouth and it was everything she hadn’t let herself imagine.

There was little talking after that and less thought. If they’d paused to think they might have stopped and none of them wanted that. There were only noises that weren’t words and the warmth and comfort and messy enjoyment of each other.

That was the clearest beginning in a story that had many. A false start, she sometimes thought, when they argued bitterly and pressed against each other’s wounds. They survived it though, as well as Henry’s discovery of their strange entanglement, his reaction hovering undecided between horror and joy.

Maybe it would end one day – maybe it should. But as Regina held Emma against her heart and Neal against her hip, she let herself believe it wouldn’t. That this, whatever it was, would remain enough.

Sometimes you just don’t know and I think that that’s okay. Because it’s often at these times when we don’t know, that the path our souls crave the most starts to glow.
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