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The Signs as Twenty One Pilots Lyrics

Aries: “I know you’re not a liar and I know you could set fire, this day. Go ahead and make me look away. Strike me down.” - Implicit Demand for Proof. 

Taurus: “Silent in the trees. Why won’t you speak where I happen to be? Silent in the trees, standing cowardly.” - Trees. 

Gemini: “But there’s hope out the window, so that’s where we’ll go, let’s go outside and all join hands, but until then you’ll never understand.” - Guns for Hands. 

Cancer: “Stay alive, stay alive, for me. You will die, but now your life, is free. Take pride in what is sure to die.” - Truce. 

Leo: “What if my dream does not happen? Would I just change what I’ve told my friends? Don’t wanna know who I would be, when I wake up from a dreamer’s sleep.” - We Don’t Believe What’s on TV. 

Virgo: “I disguise, and I will lie, and I will take my precious time as the days melt away, as I stand in line.” - Fall Away.   

Libra: “Let’s say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down. We’ll make pretend that you and me, lived ever after happily.” - House of Gold. 

Scorpio: “I’ve been traveling in the desert of my mind and I haven’t found a drop of life.” - Addict With a Pen. 

Sagittarius: “I wish that I had two faces to prove which theory works, yelling on the street corner or cleverly masking your words.” - Clear. 

Capricorn: “Your twisted mind is like snow on the road. Your shaking shoulders prove that it’s colder inside your head, than the winter of dead.” - Oh Ms Believer. 

Aquarius: “I am cold, can you hear? I will fly with no hope, no fear. And the ground taunts my wings, plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing.” - Isle of Flightless Birds.

Pisces: “I must’ve forgot, you can’t trust me, I’m open a moment and close when you show it, before you know it, I’m lost at sea.” - Holding On To You.

Imagine Having a Fever so High, the Winchesters Take Matters into their Own Hands

Your fever dreams were taking you places your hunter life had not even shown you. Dancing werewolves, vampires doing tai chi, wendigos singing camp fire songs, oh yeah, this was so normal.

You were tossing and turning telling the wendigo to shove his kum bay ya where the sun don’t shine when you felt two strong hands shake your shoulders,rousing you from your sleep.

“Damn it, YN,” Dean’s voice was like gravel, “you’re burning up!”

“You trying to hit on me, Winchester, because it’s working,” your words slurred and you let out a whopping cough into Dean’s chest.

“Ugh, sorry, De,” you whimpered, “that was nasty.”

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” he reassured you, “I’ve had worse.”

Dean called for Sam to run an ice bath and you were carried down to the bunker’s dungeon. In the middle of the Solomon circle was an old fashioned bathtub, loaded with ice and water.

“Uh, guys, this isn’t necessary,” you began to struggle against Dean’s grasp.

“Can’t have that pretty brain of yours fried up like eggs, YNN, already have one brainless ass in the group,” Dean winked.

“I swear Dean, if you keep on calling yourself a goddamn brainless grunt I’ll kick your ass back to Sunday.”

“Feisty,” Sam chuckled, “if it weren’t for the flu I’d pay to see that fight.”

“Sadist,” you grumbled, “I won’t forget this you know. ”

Dean gave you the option of the easy way, submerging yourself, or the hard way, him tossing you in, and you choose option one. Already wearing pretty much close to nothing, your gray sports bra and leggings, you sat on the edge of the tub and shot Dean an odd look,

“Why’s there a tub in the dungeon?”

“Now she asks,” Dean towered over you, “don’t worry about it, we washed out all the guts and demon blood,” he cocked an eyebrow and you slapped his chest.

“Hilarious.”

“I was serious,” Dean huffed.

Lowing yourself in, you exclaimed, “Fuck!“

“Shit balls!”

Sam and Dean stood sentry incase you went under, and you were breathing in and out slowly, trying to give in to the chill. Between shivers you glared, “I’ll never forgive you two for this.”

“We can live with that, as long as you’re still kicking and screaming,” Sam nodded.

You waved Dean over and the two bothers inched their way closer, you mouthed something incomprehensible, so they both leaned over the tub, you yanked on their wrists, pulling them both into the tub with you. Ice cubes went flying, water went sloshing, and you were hysterically laughing.

“Sonofabitch, that’s cold,” Dean wasn’t angry, no. He was laughing. Sam too, held you against his back and shoved ice down your bra. Before you knew it the tub was empty of water and full of bodies.

Wrapping you in a huge towel, they led you to your room where you could change and rest comfortably. They both went their sepearate ways to change as well. Dean came back to check on you, but you were passed out in your bed. Placing a chaste kiss to your forehead he whispered,

"Sweet Dreams, Princess.”

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Originally posted by ihurdletrack

U kno what gets me fired up?? When “mental health professionals” say patients with bpd are their “worst nightmare” or say we’re “monsters” that need to be “dealed with” or when people write those books.. those awful, awful books with titles like “Stop Walking on Eggshells: Taking Your Life Back When Someone You Care About Has Borderline Personality Disorder” or “Stop Caretaking the Borderline or Narcissist: How to End the Drama and Get On with Life” (both real books)

We aren’t monsters, we aren’t inherently abusive, we aren’t inherently manipulative, and we’re not nightmares. We’re mentally ill and we’re scared. We’re scared our family and friends will abandon us, we think that every time we open our mouths everyone will hate us, every time we ask for help we think we’re being manipulative or faking it for attention even if we’re sobbing and covered in our own blood.

It’s not fair. None of it is fair.

EYY it’s a Reaper76 Dystopia!AU

Summary at bottom of fic if u don’t wanna be surprised :D Forgive my spanish and all the english errors that appear. I need to get this out of my head quick before I go insane *crying and typing* Also, I never played OW.
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The first thing he heard was the beeping sound of a heart monitor.

The room felt cold on his face but the welcoming warmth of the blanket over his body soothed his mind into a slow awakening. As his mind eased into awareness, he felt the familiar numbness of painkillers flowing through his veins. Maybe that was why his mind felt so groggy. Angela always liked to use the strong kind so that her patients wouldn’t run off pulling stitches again.

He was ambushed in an old Overwatch base, wasn’t he? He remembered shocks of electricity and bullets entering his back. Why can’t he recall anything else?

He felt his eyes flutter opened to the sight of a white ceiling. Waking up in an infirmary? The thought brought memories back. Back when nothing went wrong and everything seemed right. Before his world turned on its head.

“Hey.”

His eyes moved slowly to the sound of the voice and the sight made his breath hitch in his chest. Jack Morrison sat in a chair next to his bed, smiling softly at him. His hair was snow white and scars littered his weathered face but nevertheless he still looked like the Jack he once knew. Eyes as blue as the ocean on a summer’s day. The golden boy. Un rayito de sol.

“J-Jack?” His voice croaked as he struggled to sit up on the bed.

“Shh, take it easy, Gabe. There’s no rush.” Jack got up to help support his back as he sat up. His hands felt like ice on his back in contrast to the warmth of the bed. “Want some water?” A cup of water with a straw was held to him.

“Th-Thanks.”

A sip of water helped clear his throat. At this point, his mind had jumpstarted itself and went straight into overdrive. The last time he saw Jack was when the Overwatch HQ in Switzerland exploded. When he tried to tell Jack about what happened to Overwatch. That it wasn’t as perfect and good as they all thought it was.

That after the end of the Omnic crisis, Overwatch took the opportunity to assert its power over the world. Converting and corrupting governments to their cause, creating a new world order. All in the name of ‘peace’ and ‘stability’.

Before he could explain to Jack, the building exploded around them and he watched as Jack’s body disappeared among the falling rubble as his own body was impaled among rebar and concrete.

When his barely breathing body was pulled from the debris, he thought Jack died in the explosion. He thought his Sol was gone forever.

“H-how did you survive?” He could feel tears pooling in his eyes as he held back a sob.

Jack held his hand gently and the touch gave him reassurance that he wasn’t dreaming. “I managed to crawl out of the debris but obviously, not unscathed.” He gestured to himself while looking down, smiling wanly.

“I thought you died, Gabe.” He whispered.

Gabriel looked away and squeezed the cold hand in his. “Many things happened, Jack. Overwatch wasn’t what we thought it was.” He said as he looked at his fingers slowly turning into black wisps before returning substantial again. “Ever since I turned into…this, I’ve been trying to right the wrongs, Jack.”

He turned to look back at Jack and felt anger at the world for what it did to them. “Overwatch is coming back. The rigged elections? UN delegates being replaced? They’re going to recall the Petras Act.” Suddenly, he felt older than his age. He felt like Atlas, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Jack’s smile disappeared into a grim frown. “I know. I’ve been looking into it too, ever since the explosion. We’ve been lied to for a long time.” He sighed tiredly and leaned back into his chair. His eyes narrowed as they stared at a corner of the room.

“You’ve been working with Talon?” Jack asked.

Talon was the resistance led by people who knew the truth behind Overwatch. People that fought for their freedom. People who suffered like Gabriel did.

“Yeah, sometimes. They’re good people.” Unlike me, was the unspoken thought. His time in Blackwatch had soaked his hands with its taint long before he realised the depravity of Overwatch.

“I’ve been trying to contact them for a while.” Jack said, his voice gruff and serious. “I’ve gotten info that Overwatch has initiated a recall. All old agents will be meeting up at Gibraltar.”

Gabriel straightened at the news and moved to get out of bed. “Shit. If they’re becoming organised again then that means they’re ready to move out. I’ve got to-!” He was cut off when Jack suddenly stood up and grabbed his shoulders to stop him from moving.

“Gabriel, you’re still injured. Rest. I’m not going to let you get yourself hurt again.” With a sigh, Jack gently pushed him back down on to the bed and Gabriel found it hard to resist. He turned and saw that Jack increased the dose of painkillers in his IV line. Goddammit Jack.

“Get some sleep. You can tell me how to contact Talon tomorrow.” He hugged Gabriel tightly. “I don’t want to lose you again. Okay?” He whispered softly into his ear.

Gabriel could feel the sedatives kicking in and his brain started feeling fuzzy. He missed this. He missed when things were simpler. When it was just him and Jack. Maybe finally, things can become alright again. 

He couldn’t return the hug but he softly replied an okay before sleep washed over him.

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Jack exited the infirmary with a sigh. He rubbed his face with a hand and turned to the woman who stood by the door during the whole time he was with Gabriel Reyes. His beautiful Gabriel.

“You gave him really strong sedatives, Dr Ziegler.” His eyes turned cold as he looked at the doctor.

Doctor Angela Ziegler looked up from her clipboard and raised an eyebrow at him. “Any weaker and he might have started to suspect, sir.” She replied blandly.

The Strike Commander of Overwatch glared at her but agreed. Gabriel always had a sharp mind. The only weakness he had was that emotions always got the better of him. That and really strong painkillers.

“Inform the team to get ready and that we’ll be striking Talon soon. You’re dismissed.” He ordered as he turned to walk away.

“What if he finds out, sir?” Dr Ziegler abruptly asked.

He stopped and glanced at the doctor for a moment before he turned back to walk towards his office.

“Then I will personally rehabilitate him.” He replied.

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Ok so this is a deformed plotbunny that spawned from the void after reading all the reaper76 angst *cries* This is basically a dystopian world where Overwatch is the bad guy while Talon is the good guy. I just had to write a dystopia!au with reaper76 that includes the one thing that absolutely destroys my heart and soul that usually comes with dystopia!au. Say hello to 1984, reaper76 style huehuehue Also if anyone else can write a reaper76 dystopia!au that would be reeeeeeeeeaally great cuz I cringe at my attempt :(

anonymous asked:

I feel horrible that I wasted about 40 minutes of my life eating seaweed and playing this game. I AM TRASH WHY

Friend – friend, hear me out, friend – I wake up in the morning and the first thing I do, even before getting out of the bed, is play this game.

I finish lunch and I notice I have some stamina I can use ??  I play the game.

Am I out of the house, hanging out with my friends and we stop to rest for a bit ??  I play the freakin’ game.

Trust me, Anónimo, once you start playing this game it’ll take over your life and your soul, once you play this game there is no escape – . … Mark my words, you’ll get used to it, just like the rest of us.

~Mod Jyushi (totally hasn’t sold their soul to this game, of course not)


Do you still have some seaweed? I’ll join you -mod oso

For Shits and Giggles

[Okay so I wanna give Elena a chance to play her favorite game: Guess Everything I Can About Someone Based on Just My Observations. But also I have to leave for work in half an hour.

So like this if you want Elena to take a stab at your muse’s life story, sometime in between my doing things tonight. I promise not to cheat and use anyone’s bio-only stuff Elena would know/see.]

do you live your life like: take my soul I’m not using it! take my advice I’m not using it! take my time I’m not using it! take my peace of mind I’m not using it! take my heed I won’t be using it! if you don’t! then how are you comfortable?
—  wake up slaves

anonymous asked:

No offense but the recent update of squad goals wasn't as good as I expected it to be.. for waiting more than a week

No offense doesn’t make it less offensive. I have a job, A life, friends, extracurricular and college. Literally I’m being bombarded with negative messages and this story that I love so much is starting to feel like a chore. I’m sorry you feel this way about the quality and the wait but that’s how things are possibly going to be from now on ( on the waiting front) since I’m busy as hell. I barely have time to fucking sleep! If you aren’t cool with I’m sorry but you can take several seats. I cannot trash my life for your sake Hun.

Forgiveness

It’s not always about being okay with what happened to you, or what you did.
It’s not about giving anyone power, except yourself. You get to determine how and what affects you.
It’s not about being ready-if you’re not, you don’t have to force anything-if you are, invite healing into your life.
It’s not about being who you were before, you are always growing and changing, and it is okay. Taking your life back doesn’t mean you have prove it by acting like your past self.
It’s not about miraculous happiness, there are steps and you may take your time.

You have the strength to beat this. You can adapt to anything. You are worthy of everything you felt that you previously didn’t deserve. You can do this. You are a Warrior.

Snorlax Luck - College!Michael Clifford

It was an addiction really.

The game flashing onto the screen of your phone whenever walking around campus from class to class to dorm to class. You couldn’t help it. Honestly, you tried to quit. But somehow you were always brought back to the game and you just learned to embrace the addiction.

Pokemon had seemed to take over your life and luckily you weren’t the only one the game had consumed. And because of the campus there were many stops where you could collect items, which was a plus.

Shuffling around campus, eyes glued to your phone. You were currently trying to track down the small shadow of a Snorlax that popped up in the bottom corner. You had been looking everywhere for the large character and you were so close to finding him. It was about 1pm, and you didn’t have a class at the time so you tried to stalk out the character.

You had made your way to the main square of campus, a few others scattered around, eyes glued to their phones. Looking back down at your phone you slowly walked toward a bench that you didn’t notice two boys were sitting.

Stopping beside the bench, your phone vibrated, a Snorlax popping up beside your character.

“Fuck yes,” You whispered to yourself, tapping the creature. Soon enough your camera popped up and there was a Snorlax located on top of one of the boys on the bench in front of you. You looked up from your phone to see two boys looking at you with confused expressions.

“Oh shit. I’m really sorry, but, um… There is literally a Snorlax on you right now so…”

You awkwardly spoke your gaze flicking from the two blond boys in front of you and your game. Flicking the pokeballs, you quickly caught the Snorlax.

Dropping your phone to your side you looked at the two boys again. “Sorry again, I’ve just been trying to find him for weeks and I’m not going to let him get away.” You said with a slight chuckle.

Your eyes glanced down at your phone, checking the stats and whatnot of the Snorlax. You could see the two boys shoving each other out of the corner of your eye and you started to grow more awkward by the second considering the fact that neither of them have said a word.

“Wait, did you say a Snorlax?”

You looked up to the the blond with an eyebrow piercing looking up at you with wide eyes, the loading screen for the game on his own phone in his hand.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “He was right in your lap.”

He quickly looked down at his phone and then let out a small squeal of excitement. “Holy shit! He’s right there!” You moved closer to him, watching him catch the chubby creature. You both let out a cheer when he successfully captured it.

He lifted his hand for a high-five and you gladly obliged, smacking your palm against his.

You let out a small gasp, looking at him with wide eyes. “Dude, I heard that someone caught a Jynx by the science building the other day. Do you want to go with me and look?” You smiled excitedly at him.

He looked up from his phone, a smile on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and looked to the boy next to him. “Hey Luke, I’m gonna go with…”

“Y/N.” You stated.

“I’m gonna go with Y/N to catch some stuff, I’ll see you when I get back.”

Luke nodded, standing up. “Don’t do anything stupid, Michael.” Before walking off.

Michael hopped up from the bench, smiling at you. “Let’s go catch some Pokemon!”

anonymous asked:

This is terrible I've realized that my life will never be the same now because I'm so into bts and I'm soo devoted to them that all my goals have been pushed back because of my love for these boys. I'm going to live a sad life, it's like BTS is always my main priority. This is terrible I need help!!🤔😰🤕

I really love BTS too and a great part of my life in being a fan of them butttt you can’t let that completely take over your life. You have to learn to balance it. If you go to school, do your school work and then be obsessed with BTS or if you work, after you come home from work then you can fangirl. I know it’s hard but it’s all about balance. 

anonymous asked:

if ppl are shallow enough to unfollow u just b/c content is gonna take a back burner in your life then let them. youre not obligated to always be producing something for the enjoyment of others & if all those ppl appreciate is your work, then theyre missing out on a whole hell of a lot of goodness that u hold as a human being. youre so very kind & open to all of your followers & have created a safe space for many to fall back to. thats a beautiful thing in & of itself & reason enough to follow u

agh tysm <3 ya’ll are so nice, really. These words mean a lot to me ^-^

I sure hope that my blog is a safe space for people to come to !! We’re a Pack, a family, and we’re supposed to love each other and make sure we’re all safe and make sure we have each other’s backs :) And of course protecting those that need protecting and listening to those that need to be heard

I sure hope that you all enjoy not only my content but the blog as a whole :)

But seriously, my Nerds, if you ever just want to talk or vent, come to the Den and curl up for a while with me and spill out whatever’s itching at your snout.

Originally posted by 13thminute

It takes a level of self love, of dedication and determination to live your greatest life. So, look within. Look at every area of your life and ask yourself these questions: Am I on course? Am I growing mentally, emotionally and spiritually? Anything that is blocking that, anything that is preventing you from living your greatest life, make the tough decision to let it go.
—  Unknown
things to remember

1. you are beautiful (never forget it)

2. there will always be those few that don’t like you (that doesn’t mean no one loves you)

3. do what makes you happy (without worrying about what others think)

4. be kind (a small act of kindness means more than you know)

5. your future is full of happiness (things get better)

6. don’t be afraid to say no (this is your life, so take charge of it)

7. comparing yourself to others is pointless (flowers are pretty but so are fairy lights)

8. embrace the changes in your life (everything happens for a reason)

9. let yourself enjoy the small moments (not everything meaningful comes in grand gestures)

10. take care of yourself (the most important person in your life is you)