sorry to the person i gave this advice to

Vent art

I’m sorry if the imagery is disturbing…. I rarely publish things like these,ms paint kind of gave me chance to try turn the negative into actual (VERY)quick clean artform, to rely some message or emotion. Vent art is a great tool, it is personal and might be criptic, so people can find what they want in it, maybe bringing them some delight from their own pain? I don’t like to publish gore for the sake of it, nor spread sads, so whenever I do publish these for you to see - it’s only because I like how the art turned out and I want to share it with you. So hopefully I didn’t make anyone sad or worry, it’s simply artwork, part of me (maybe not that nice part but I’m also only human >.< ). So hope you can enjoy it without disgust or feeling bad from it or for me - no need to! I like this kind of aesthetic too! *EDIT* venting is great on paper! It works much better to release pressure.

“Teddy”  ~  Fred x reader

“Can I have an imagine? Where the reader is engaged to Fred and when Lupin dies during the battle of Hogwarts,(Fred doesn’t) the reader is sad and Fred comforts her and they take care of Teddy together? Ps I love your blog!!” ~Anon

Thank you so much for the request! I really enjoyed writing it. I’m sorry that it’s a bit shorted than the other ones I’ve written. Anyway, I hope you like it! And thank you so much! You are too sweet!😘

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Y/n stared at the lifeless figure below her. Her mouth was agape, tears flooding her eyes.It was too much to handle. It was too much to comprehend. Remus Lupin was gone.

Remus was y/n’s inspiration: a smart, caring, compassionate person. A person who had been through so much and gave great advice.

Fred wrapped his arms around her, her crying into his chest while he did the same on her shoulder. He lifted his head and kissed her temple.

“I can’t believe he’s gone.” y/n sobbed. Her tears created a spot on Fred’s shirt.

“Shh…” He rubbed her back gently and rested his chin on the top of her head. “I know… He was a wonderful person.”

Y/n stayed silent. She tried to calm herself, drying her eyes a bit before looking at her fiancé. Her eyes were red from the tears and lack of sleep. No one could sleep with this war going on.

“I never wan’t to lose you, y/n.”

Her eyes filled with water once more. “What about Teddy?” she asked, changing the topic back to Lupin’s death.

Still rubbing her back, Fred smiled with teary eyes. “We’ll take care of him.”

The war had ended, and it was a happier time for everyone. Y/n awoke to hear George snoring loudly in his own bed. She unwrapped herself from Fred’s embrace and walked over to Teddy’s crib, smiling as she picked him up. Cradling him in his arms, she walked down the stairs to find Mrs. Weasley fixing breakfast in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mrs. Weasley.” she said cheerfully.

“Good morning, y/n dear. I hope you slept well.”

“I did. Thank you.” She set Teddy down in his high chair. “Do you need any help with breakfast?” she asked.

“Oh no, dear. But, thank you.”

Footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. “Mum.”

Mrs. Weasley turned to face one of her sons.

“Let us fix breakfast. You could use a break.”

The redhead woman shook her head with a grin. “Alright, Fred.”

Fred walked over to y/n and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. “Good morning, Love.” he began, resting his forehead on hers. “You got out of bed so quickly that I didn’t have time to snatch you back up for a good morning kiss.”

“Well, maybe if you’d woken up about 50 seconds earlier.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

Y/n turned around, facing the smiling toddler banging on the high chair tray. “He looks so much like his father.” she whispered, changing the tone in her voice.

Fred moved his arms around her waist, holding her from behind. “How can you tell? He’s a metamorphagus.”

“You just can.”

anonymous asked:

I was diagnosed with cluster c personality disorder and my therapist never bothered to let me get another appointment. Could you tell me more about this disorder?

Hi there,

I’m sorry that your therapist did this to you! It’s not okay that they never made another appointment with you. I imagine this had to be a huge let down, so I hope that you will eventually want to give another therapist a try.

The diagnosis that your therapist gave you is a bit confusing, mostly because “cluster C” is a term for classifying a group of personality disorders. There are three clusters (or groups) of personality disorders and there are a couple of disorders within each cluster. Cluster C involves three disorders: avoidant personality disorder, dependent personality disorder, and obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. So, although your therapist said they diagnosed you with a cluster C personality disorder, it’s confusing because they didn’t specify which disorder you have, if that makes sense.

If you’re interested, here are some of the basic symptoms of each of the cluster C personality disorders:

  • Avoidant: avoiding situations in fear of criticism, low self-esteem, and self-isolation out of the fear of rejection
  • Dependent: inability to make decisions without the help of others, avoidance of responsibilities, intense fear of abandonment, sensitivity to criticism, pessimism, lack of self-confidence, avoiding disagreeing with others, inability to start projects, difficulty being alone, willing to take abuse and mistreatment from others, placing others’ needs higher than one’s one, and a tendency to be naive
  • Obsessive-compulsive:  preoccupation with details, rules, organization, etc., perfectionism that gets in the way of completing a task, excessively devoted to work and productivity, overly obsessed with morals, ethics, or values, the inability to get rid of objects even if they have no sentimental value, the inability to pass work off to others unless the person does it their way, viewing money as something that needs to be hoarded for catastrophes, and being overly rigid and stubborn

Overall, the best way to find out which disorder it is that you have is to try seeing another therapist. I know you might be hesitant because of what happened with your last therapist, but figuring out which disorder you have is important so that disorder can be properly treated. I can definitely say that not all therapists will do what your last one did, That certainly isn’t the norm, so maybe at least consider giving therapy a try. You might find it to be really helpful!

Take care!

-Samantha

“A loyal reader of mine, who I gave some relationship advice to about eight months back is getting engaged.” The slightly tipsy blonde proclaimed to no one in particular. The smile on her face just bright enough to mask the sadness hiding behind her chocolate hues. “They were so thankful for my advice that I’m not only invited to the wedding but she wants me to be a bridemaids." Cupid, they’d called her. Their own personal cupid. 

Naomi Lawson who failed to keep her own marriage from falling apart had somehow managed to become the spark for someone elses and the irony of the situation didn’t elude her. "Do you think I should tell them I’m a divorcee? I mean isn’t it bad luck to have someone who’s been divorced be in your wedding party? I don’t want to like jinx them with my bad luck.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I had to write a cover letter so I read through your guide and it was amazingly helpful. A friend in HR gave me some advice that I thought you might want to include though (sorry I know this must be so annoying). She always writes her first draft in third person because she "thinks its easier to separate yourself that way so it doesn't feel like you are bragging if you're out of practice writing cover letters"

I agree with this. I usually tell people something similar, which is to write about yourself as if you’re writing about your best friend. Most of us are terrible at selling ourselves, but we’re ready to hype our BFF at the drop of a hat. Write it in third person and pretend it’s about your friend and then edit that to be about yourself. You’ll sound great in the end.

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Georgina: Roy? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Dinner’s ready-

Roy: Sonia doesn’t love me. She never did.

Georgina: Roy, what’s wrong? Are you drunk? 

Roy: Yes. I know she doesn’t love me. You wanna know why? Because I’m an unlovable, unlikable person. The only people who like me are my kids, and they’ll hate me soon enough. Booyah!

Georgina: Don’t be so pathetic, Roy. Anyway, we all love you. Even Douglas. Actually, take a rain check on Douglas, he’s still annoyed about the noogie you gave him. But the rest of us do, for sure. And I’m sure Sonia does too. So just stop feeling sorry for yourself and- 

Roy:  But you don’t know. What it’s like to love someone who doesn’t love you back. You don’t know, Georgina. So don’t try to give me advice, okay?

Georgina: You’re right, Roy. I wouldn’t know. I have no idea at all. Now come inside. You’ll catch your death out here.