the best way to deal with any situation

When interacting with police, its the POLICE who have been trained to deal with a myriad of potentially dangerous situations. Its their JOB to act and react in the best possible way to anything a person might say or do. People, especially black people, should not need to be on their best behavior when talking to cops if they want to live.

So I dont give a shit if someone is screaming profanity at them while holding a steak knife. Its never the cop’s job to kill them.

Killing people is not the police’s job. Ever.

So no. None of those killer cops was never “just doing their job” and they should be able to deal with high tension situations better than any civilian. There’s no excuse.

Ivan Braginsky Incorrect Quotes

“Ugh, here we go again with the Communist shit.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m only speaking to my cat today.”

“Moldavia is my favorite sibling, which says a lot because he’s probably not even related to me.”

“Please, for the love of God, and your own bodily health, shut up.”

“I always say I’m lonely, but whenever I go out with people I am reminded that I love being alone at my fireplace.”

“Alcoholism jokes are so funny and relatable!…In a good way, of course…There’s no good way is there?”

“I think I facepalm more than I actually speak.”

“Since hitting people is frowned upon, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to carry a punching bag with me. But, until then, Prussia will be a good substitute…I’m kidding!…Kind of…”

“I am going home now, no one can stop me.”

“Violence is usually the answer.”

“If America prank calls me again, I am going to nuke him!” 

“Everyone in this room can literally kiss my ass!”

“Blah, blah, blah, evil villain monologue, blah, blah, blah, what ever, time to cut to the part where you surrender.

“I refuse to leave the house today.”

“I drink to forget, but I always remember!”

“I love guns! They’re like toys that can kill!”

“I would bang my head on the table, but instead I’m going to shoot myself in the foot. I think it’s a more accurate way to express my frustration.

“Arthur Kirkland? Who the hell is that? Sounds like an asshole to me.”

“Just to let you know, I said some very unkind things about you to my therapist.”

“Hey, Feliks, give Toris a big kiss for me, would you? Thanks!”

“I’m going to need a lot of alcohol to deal with this shit today.”

“If you are ever feeling good about yourself, just look in the mirror and remember: I hate you.”

“Does anyone know if the Damage Control Shampoo works on PTSD?”

“Alcohol is an answer to any situation. It’s not the best answer, but it’s an answer.”

“Embarrassing America is my mission in life. It’s what drives me. It’s my will to live.”

noonelikesasocrates  asked:

Hey I noticed you sang the same part of Up the Wolves with me in Omaha again, so I thought maybe you recognized me(I can dream). Anyway you looked away when I got out my phone. I was snapchatting; like I just wanted my friends to know where I was. But I know you've expressed distaste for filming at concerts in the past. So I was wondering, what exactly is your stance? Is it the standard "kids these days" feeling, or more nuanced? Or does it just make you uncomfortable, plain and simple?

I dislike being filmed and photographed. Period. Never gonna like it. It is deeply weird to me that people get on a “but you look like you’re having fun”/”you participated in this picture” thing w/me about it sometimes – it’s like, I’m 100% aware that there’s no way out of it, so I make the best of what is, to me, a bad situation. (I have extensive experience with this particular coping strategy.) I try not to make a big deal about it, because most people don’t know what they’re missing: the feeling of a concert where literally everybody is watching the stage, that two-way conduit of energy flowing to and from the stage without any mediation – this was a joyful process, and is as extinct as the dinosaurs, but trust that the dinosaurs were awesome and so is the phenomenon I’m describing.

This isn’t “kids these days” – go to any boomer greatest-hits concert at your local amphitheater, the grandpas are doing the exact same thing, only worse. (In part because no matter what they’re doing with their phones, it’s probably taking them a little longer) – this is “a downside of technology that’s also extremely useful.” I don’t remember specific instances of this (because, important parenthetical here, this is not a big deal, I’m not onstage to indulge my feelings & preferences, I’m there to perform for the people who paid to get in), but yes, if I’m looking at somebody and they get out a phone, my assumption (which I’d defend) is that they’re less interested in the moment than I am, and I look elsewhere for a connection. Live music for me is about connection. 

I do often wave people’s phones away & give them attitude about it, I guess if I had attained the sort of renunciative state that appeals to me in monasticism I’d be mellower about it but the monastic path eludes me. Like p much everybody else I spend most of my waking hours looking at glowing screens, and the concert hall / club is nicer if it’s an escape from the rest of the day, so that’s my position but again importantly none of this is a big deal. Except to say, yes, if “the singer is looking at me” is something you’re into (which it needn’t be!) then with me you gotta pick between the singer and the phone because I would feel like a schmuck singing to somebody who’s looking at their screen, no matter what it is they’re doing with it. 

How to Help Someone Who Is Experiencing Dissociation

It’s hard to give advice that will help everyone, because people can experience dissociation in different ways and find different things helpful.

It can be hard especially if the dissociation is mild/persistent or subtle to identify when a person is dissociating, so maybe when the person you are trying to help when they are in a good place, ask them about triggers and early warning signs, as this may help you realise when they need help.

It’s good to talk to someone if you want to help them to find out what they prefer: do they feel uncomfortable if they’re touched while dissociating, or does it bring them back? Do they want space? Do they want to talk?

Sometimes playing simple, repetitive games that allow the person to engage with someone but that don’t require a great deal of focus. These can be app games like Jelly Splash, or mind games like the alphabet game where you list names going through every letter of the alphabet.

Strong physical sensation can bring someone back into their body: putting ice on their face, dancing, exercising or loud music. These things can ground people. In addition, if someone is worn down in any way, It is likely they will dissociate more. Sometimes taking a little time away from the situation to calm down is a good method.

When helping someone who dissociates try your best to be patient and understanding, but remember to look after yourself too.

Tips for Dealing With Anti-Choicers

My previous post blew up. So, here’s some tips: 

  • If the interaction is stressing you out, you have the power to end it. A troll - or even a pro-lifer who doesn’t care to learn - is going to have an endless supply of “tricks.” They’ll not addressing your points, they’ll consistently calling abortion murder, they’ll call you names. Debate is over; it’s become a repetitive back-and-forth. By being the one to initiate end, you show you have complete control over the situation and that pisses them off. 
  • However, if you want to participate in a back-and-forth, maybe add information in each of your posts. Never drop the fact it started with an abortion debate! That can be a good way to spread information! I know I get curious seeing a long post. 
  • People will insult you to get a rise out of you. Straight-up calling you names, making insinuations, etc. This is what they want. Best way to deal with it? Don’t address it. They’ll keep insulting you, of course, but just know you’re doing a good job by talking about abortion and de-stigmatizing.
  • They will generally insist on having the last word. That doesn’t mean they’re right, it means they just like pretending they’re in control. Remember my first bullet? You take control of the situation by finishing it.

As always: don’t threaten death or harm; avoid ableist slurs - any slurs - altogether; take care of yourself.

If someone wants to remain obstinately ignorant, the blame is on them. There’s only so far you can try to get them to understand. We know the anti-choice movement is wrought with documented violence and hatred against pregnant people, doctors, and nurses.
Aaron Rodgers: racial injustice is 'real' and Kaepernick should be in NFL
Aaron Rodgers, arguably the best player in the NFL, believes his fellow quarterback Colin Kaepernick deserves to be playing in the league
By Guardian sport

The Guardian:

Aaron Rodgers, arguably the best player in the NFL, believes his fellow quarterback Colin Kaepernick deserves to be playing in the league and his continued absence is due to his protest over racial injustice in the US.

The former San Francisco 49ers player became a controversial figure last year after he refused to stand for the national anthem in what he called a protest against oppression of people of color. He opted out of his contract in March and became a free agent, but so far, no NFL teams have signed him for the upcoming season, which kicks off next week.

“I think [Kaepernick] should be on a roster right now,” Rodgers says in a wide ranging interview with ESPN published on Wednesday. “I think because of his protests, he’s not.”

In the interview, Rodgers said he would not join in the protests – which have continued into the current pre-season – but was “100% supportive” of players who chose to express their feelings. He added that the US needs to “remedy and improve” racial equality, and that he wanted to improve his understanding of the subject. “I think the best way I can say this is: I don’t understand what it’s like to be in that situation. What it is to be pulled over, or profiled, or any number of issues that have happened, that Colin was referencing — or any of my team-mates have talked to me about … But I know it’s a real thing my black team-mates have to deal with.”

Packers QB Aaron Rodgers is 100% right on. 

Headcanons: The  Egos helping a S/O who self harms

im back guys!! im officially writing again ((:

Requested? Yes! Anon requests: How do you think the Egos would react if they found out MC self harmed/relapsed (really kind of need this rn its been a rough night)

Fandom: Markiplier / jacksepticeye

Pairing: the egos + anti x reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, if you are sensitive to that type of thing i do not encourage reading this. 


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Performing Upper Class

Started typing a reply to This Post, but it started taking on a life of its own.

First, I want to say This is not something you have to do. SDs are looking for different things, and there is a good chance your POT is looking for an SB precisely *because* they don’t act/look/behave like the rich kids they may be used to. 

This is geared towards SBs who are trying to figure out the habits and mannerisms of the upper classes, whether it’s to feel more comfortable on the arm of your SD at that fancy dinner, or to blend in for some high-end POT hunting freestyling.

They’re kind of hard to describe, but they are sure as hell a thing. I’m from a mid-mid class family that was lower class when I was younger, but managed to win a scholarship to a private high school packed with the children of millionaires, and there was a definite different air to how these people carried themselves and interacted. I’ve seen them be able to spot, like a 6th sense, other rich people, regardless of what the person is wearing or the environment they’re in.

There are a couple of obvious ones: Good posture & grooming, vocabulary and diction, education and knowledge. 

But part of what makes them so hard is that largely, its not really easily definable behaviours that you can learn, but rather an overall air/attitude plus tons of little things that infuse how they carry themselves. 

Overall, I think they boil down to a couple of root things that are different about their lives:

1. They’re used to being served: The level of bitchiness/kindness varies from person to person, but one thing never changes, and that is that They expect other people to serve them. I remember visiting a friend who had a maid, and at first it made me really uncomfortable that there was this person in the house, bustling around and cleaning while I just sat there. If you’re from a working-class family, that’s not a thing. You pitch in, because there’s no one else to do it. But to my friend, the maid may as well have been a Roomba. Another time, I went out clubbing with a friend who had her driver take us, and when I worried about how we would get home at 5am, she looked at me quizzically - of course her driver would wait up for us. Whether it’s the server in a restaurant or the porter carrying your bags - there’s a delicate balance of attitude somewhere around “People doing things for me is the natural order of things”. 

2. Money has never been a stressor: There’s so many little ways this one comes out.  Deciding whether to have dessert with dinner may be a diet decision, but not a “can I afford this” decision. They’re grateful for gifts, but not overawed by how much something cost. It also means that they don’t really talk about money, unless it’s to complain about poorly performing investments. New cars, new clothes, trips, whatever - they don’t crow about deals because they don’t really care about saving money, and they don’t talk about how much it cost, because who cares?

3. There aren’t really any consequences: Despite the fact that my private school was about 1/5 the size of the public one, I met about 10x as many drug dealers and petty criminals at the private one. They take risks way more, because what reason is there not to? Money can get them out of most situations. The best term for it I’ve seen is blithe. There’s a carefreeness to everything they do. It comes across in more open and relaxed body language, and an expectation that things are going to turn out well.

4. Manners and Image are expected, not enforced: This is the one that I found pretty sharply and obviously divided the ‘nouveau riche’ and upwardly mobile middle class from the “Money” people. If you’re looking for the particulars and rules of this world, Emily Post is a great resource. Everything from dinner table etiquette to appropriate attire and introductions. Go. Study it. Learn it.
And then forget it.
Because these people have been around money and upper class mannerisms since they were in diapers. It’s not a set of rules they had to learn - it’s just life. Think of it like learning dance steps. If you’re so focused on the choreography and the counts, it’s going to come across stilted and mechanical. Once you really *know* it, there’s no reason to think about it - you just let it flow. I had one man I went to dinner with many times who usually wore comfortable dad jeans and a comfortable, somewhat shabby cashmere sweater, regardless of how fancy the restaurant. He had nothing to prove to any one - he was about to drop a couple grand in the restaurant, why would he feel the need to impress the help by dressing up?

For a bit more research, I suggest checking out Gossip Girl. Don’t take it as gospel - it is fluffy, dramatized TV - bit do pay attention to how they code the class differences. In the first seasons, watch for the different mannerisms between Nate and Dan, between Sarina and Jenny and Vanessa. Even more, watch how Dan & Jenny transform over the seasons as they become more accustomed to wealth. 

If you find this sort of code switching & performance fun (I do!), go forth and learn away! Just remember that no matter what, it says absolutely nothing about your value as a human being. You’re amazing and wonderful and beautiful and your SD is lucky to have you for everything special you bring into his life.

Welcome to Apollo’s Super Awesome Guide to Self Care!


What is it?

It is a blog dedicated to all half-bloods where they can find amazing self care tips (given by moi ;) ) and where you can ask all my beautiful children (who get their stunning good looks from me) for advice on anything that comes up on your heroic quests!

Oh Apollo, great and powerful one, I want an opportunity to submit my humble offerings to your blog? What can I do?

Well, wonderful half-blood, you can start by submitting to me (Apollo, the best of the olympians) your advice for other half-bloods! Then my wonderful little children will organize days for each piece of advice to be given, along with a portrait of me giving this sacred advice, drawn by the best of artists in Olympus. You can also tell us stories of your heroic quests and how you got yourself out of sticky situations.

O Apollo I wish to contribute my humble drawings to your cause. How do I sign up?

That’s easy, little half-blood. Just message me or send an ask saying you’re interested in drawing stunning portraits of moi giving you delightful mortals advice on how to live your life to be as beautiful as me. My children will put all of your usernames in a list to be used later.


We got you! If you need help with anything, ANYTHING AT ALL, my children will be happy to oblige, giving you advice on how stay calm in a tense situation, advice on how to get through something you’re  having a hard time with, and pretty much anything. I, as a god, pronounce this blog a LGBT+ friendly environment. Some of my children have even had hands on experiences with dealing with situations that may come up for you lovely followers and will try their best to help you in whatever way you need it.

If you have any more questions, my children are more than willing to take time out of their days to help. Please reblog this post so you can help spread the word and good luck with your quests!

anonymous asked:

if it's not too intrusive, wht is your job exactly? weather?

(don’t reblog, just in case, but I wanted to answer this honestly because I know research was one big question mark when I was just getting started!)

I do indeed study the weather! I’m a researcher, and my specialty is coming up with ways to use artificial intelligence to help us forecast and better understand tornadoes.

Here’s the idea: humans are fabulous at recognizing patterns, whereas computers are kind of terrible at it… but unlike humans, computers are very, very good at dealing with absurdly large amounts of data. So on the AI side of things I’m working on closing that gap by teaching computers what they should be looking for by training them on just ridiculously huge amounts of data… and then, ideally, letting them figure out for themselves what they’re doing wrong so they can adapt and improve.

So I’ve got a few tens of thousands of cases in which tornadoes occurred but we didn’t issue a warning ahead of time, and then a few tens of thousands of cases in which tornadoes didn’t occur but we really, really thought they should’ve (to the point of issuing tornado warnings), and then a few tens of thousands of cases in which tornadoes didn’t occur and we successfully realized it was gonna be a quiet day and didn’t put out any warnings. I’m teaching the program in very broad terms what to look for, and then setting it loose on these tens of thousands of cases to try to figure out what the best way would’ve been to distinguish between those three categories. If we can find reliable markers in the environments of tornadoes that aren’t present when there are no tornadoes (or vice-versa), that’s a huge, huge deal, because it means human forecasters can be on the lookout for those markers in real-life situations and be able to predict this kind of thing possibly even hours in advance.

That was my PhD work, which I’ve now published in a couple scientific journals, but I wanted to make sure this stuff didn’t just stay in the theoretical realm, so I moved down here to do a postdoc, right up close and personal with the people actually issuing the tornado watches and warnings for the government weather service. My day-to-day involves (or will involve, once I’m officially working) developing code to do all of the above stuff and writing papers and attending conferences and workshops to try to convince other people in my field that these AI methods can be extremely helpful for them in their work, but now it also incorporates meetings with forecasters to figure out (a) how the AI’s findings gel with their knowledge of forecasting, and (b) how we can get these findings seamlessly integrated into their workflow when they’re already dealing with information overload (at a meeting this week we were trying to figure out how to scale down alllll of the data the AI produces into one easy-to-understand number).

My stuff’s also becoming more and more interesting to researchers because you can sort of reverse-engineer things: if the AI program goes “hey man, when the winds are like this and the temperature’s like that, really big tornadoes tend to happen in the southeastern part of the US but not in the great plains”, you can then take a look at those winds and temperatures and try to figure out what’s going on physically that might be inhibiting or encouraging the growth of tornadoes in different regions. So it’s not just contributing to forecasting, it’s contributing to a better understanding of how and why these things form on a fundamental-science level, and any project that can marry practical applications with theoretical advances in science is like catnip to granting institutions. Hence, I guess, why I’ve got this job interview in a couple weeks for a faculty position.

Basically, it’s the coolest job ever and I love it a bunch. Probably way more information than you wanted, haha.

BTS Reaction To You Having An Anxiety Disorder

Anon asked: bts reaction to their s/o having an anxiety disorder

I like this request, primarily because I struggle with anxiety myself (mostly social anxiety lol I can’t even order food half the time). Anyway, thanks for the request! -Spice

Rap Monster:

When you came forward and confessed that you had an anxiety disorder, Namjoon would be sympathetic yet curious. He would want to know anything and everything about your disorder so he could be there to support you in the right ways. You could count on him to be very mature with the situation.

Originally posted by chimneytaels


Seokjin probably wouldn’t be very educated on the matter, so he likely wouldn’t know what to do with the knowledge of your disorder. He would constantly be asking you questions and would look up any information he could find that applied to you. He would want to be fully prepared for a time when your anxiety disorder gave you trouble.

Originally posted by thelunaticfringe1


He would deal with the news the best out of the boys, mainly because he’s dealt with similar struggles himself. When you told him of your anxiety disorder he would nod in understanding and say, “Don’t worry, I don’t love you any less. I’ll be there to help you work through your bad days.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Hearing your serious tone, Hoseok would listen intently to what you say; however, the reality of your disorder probably wouldn’t really hit him until he saw you having an anxiety attack. From then on he would educate himself to try to make sure you never went through that kind of ordeal again.

Originally posted by btsumari


Taehyung would ask a thousand questions when you told him of your anxiety disorder. “What does that mean? Are you okay? How are you feeling now?” He’d constantly worry over you unless you told him that it annoyed you, then he’d cut back but only slightly. He would definitely try his best to help you if you ever had an anxiety attack in front of him.

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby


Like Taehyung, Jimin would begin to worry for you once you told him of your anxiety disorder, but he wouldn’t be as suffocating about it. He would just be like a silent guardian, reading your emotions and making sure you took your medication if you needed any.

Originally posted by fullfangirling27


Similar to Hoseok, the reality of your disorder wouldn’t register until he saw an anxiety attack first hand. Considering how frightful the experience was for him, he’d want to make sure it didn’t happen again, or at least to that degree. He’d try to look for telltale signs in your behavior and mood to try and predict if/when you might have another anxiety attack.

Originally posted by fuckchwe

Advice For Trying To Get A Diagnosis #64

This post will cover some advice on what to do when trying to help your doctor figure out your diagnosis, and for when you want to bring up a specific condition to your doctor. This is long but I’ve separated the subjects so that you can read what you want with ease and skip what doesn’t apply. Bare in mind that there are many brilliant doctors but there are unfortunately some unfair ones too. This will include ways to deal with the less fair ones.


List all symptoms = More time, more understanding, more accurate diagnosis.
The best thing to do for either situation is to write a list of ALL symptoms. That means that if you think you have a complex condition, write every minor symptom. Having the ‘less important’ symptoms may actually help you get an accurate diagnosis. It also gives your doctor a much better understanding of your health while also saving time to get more done in your appointment. It can prevent miscommunication or misunderstanding and it prevents you forgetting any symptoms. I’m not kidding, multiple doctors I’ve had said that they really appreciate it because it makes their job easier.

For example, if a person believes they have Aspergers syndrome, there is a lot to write down. They could write or remember a short list of the basics i.e. “social anxiety and confusion, bowel issues, etc” OR they could write a longer list of the small and weird things like “certain fabrics are unbearable, I accidentally offend people, etc”. All those little details support an argument for one condition while cancelling out others.

It’s very important though that you highlight the most troubling symptoms for you (or highlight what ever symptoms you want your doctor to pay more attention to). You also need to make the list easy to quickly skim read. So try to just use simple words on the list and save any explaining for you to do yourself. This makes sure that your doctor won’t miss the important parts. It’s also great for impatient doctors as they may choose to just read the highlighted parts.


Info other than symptoms?
Have you always had some symptoms? Did the symptoms suddenly or gradually appear or worsen? Do symptoms fluctuate and vary? Does anything make you feel better or worse? Do your symptoms affect any major parts of your life? Is there anything else that may be important?


A symptom log will help your doctor see your daily health.
Symptom logs are a brilliant way to get your doctor to understand your day to day symptoms and how they affect you. If your doctor doesn’t take you too seriously for whatever reason, a symptoms log helps here too.

Click here to see how symptom logs can help you as well as how quick and easy they can be.


Cue cards to keep you on track in your appointment.
If you get anxiety or forgetful, it can help to make yourself cue cards for your appointment. Just a piece of paper that can remind you what you wanted to get done in this appointment. I sometimes do this with some basic bullet points and it really has helped.


Medical history.
Do you have anything in your medical history that could be referenced? Any blood test results? Any A&E/ER trips that are worth mentioning? Anything like that?


Do you find you are not taken seriously?
It might sound odd but if you feel you aren’t taken seriously by your doctor, it can help to bring another person. If you are young, it can help to bring someone older and if you are female, it could help to bring a male with you if possible. Many people that are stereotyped by some doctors have been ignored up until they bring a person along who is more respected/taken seriously. Some doctors look at certain people and assume that they exaggerate or want attention. It’s wrong but unfortunately a real problem.


Invisible illness issues?
If you have an invisible illness, it can help to have a witness. Many doctors have scoffed when I tell them how I dislocated something or when I just try to tell them information about my condition they aren’t aware of. Multiple times though they instantly believe it all if a person with me just says ‘she’s telling the truth’.


If you have an invisible illness, you can try to carry a form of proof. I have a letter from another doctor that explains what’s wrong with me. I had some minor proof before but asked this doctor is she could do it and she completely understood why. You could also ask for a copy of your medical record and use something from that. You could take a picture or video if a symptom is only sometimes visible (like a dislocation, a heart beating in some wrong way). It may help to invest in something simple like a blood pressure cuff that you can photograph.


Don’t act smarter than your doctor or upset their ego.
If you have a condition in mind, it’s wise to not insist that you are definitely right. There is always a chance that you could be wrong no matter how confident you are. If you don’t think that is possible or your doctor mistakenly thinks this about you, they are likely to take your judgement less seriously. Say ‘I think’ or ‘I believe’ rather than ‘I know’.

There are also doctors that get irritated or even offended when you act like you know better. Sometimes a patient will know better. Example: A general doctor likely won’t know as much about an uncommon condition as the person suffering from it (as we often want to learn more ourselves or learn from specialists). Try to make sure you ask your doctor ‘what do you think about this?’ when making suggestions.

I usually tell my doctor that I have a condition in mind. I then explain that it’s a common result of another condition that I have (always is the case). I then explain the symptoms. And I present this as a question, not a statement or demand. Like ‘I think this could be the answer but what do you think of this?


Do you think you have a certain condition?
If you have a condition in mind, explain why this is. Is it some specific symptoms that make you especially confident? Have you spoken with another professional or a diagnosed person? Is there a connection to an already diagnosed condition? It could help if your doctor understands.


That’s what I have for now. I will tidy this up at some point. Do you think I’ve missed anything? Let me know! And if there’s anything you don’t understand, let me know so I can fix it (my brain is fizzled as always).


Ease - Part 4




SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve given me so far! nicest fandom to be in tbh

Originally posted by jeonbase

1 ♡ 2 3  4 ♡ 5 ♡ 6 7 ♡ 8 ♡ 9 ♡ 10 11 ♡ 12 ♡ 13 ♡ 14 ♡ 15 ♡ 16 ♡ 17 ♡ 18 ♡ 19 - End ♡ Moodboard

Tae [9:45]
cupcake shop. Be there at 10. I’VE GOT NEWS!!!!

Tae [10:01]
make that quarter past. Jin trapped me in the bathroom.

It was the morning after you had seen Taehyung kissing Yeji at the party, and with that image still fresh in your mind, you could already guess what Taehyung’s ‘big news’ was. It was surprising how quickly Taehyung wanted to discuss the situation, but then again, there had never been any secrets between you two.

Well, all except the one where you had a small crush on your best friend. Almost no secrets.

It took you five minutes to work up the courage to go into the main living area of your house, worried about meeting one of the girls on the way. You couldn’t deal with any more lectures about saving electricity or keeping the noise down, as you had enough on your plate as it was. Did those girls even understand what a tough time you’d been having?

Making your way out of your room cautiously, you paused as you spotted a girl sitting at the table in the kitchen area. Normally you would’ve made a quick exit, seeing as your housemates weren’t exactly the friendliest bunch. However, this girl you’d never seen before. Her short black hair was divided into two ponytails on each side of her head, and her pyjamas were pink and covered in teddy bears, making her very innocent-looking.

At this moment, the girl looked up and caught sight of you, her face lighting up. “Y/N!” she called out happily, standing up and giving you a bow. “Glad to finally meet you! Heard so many good things from Jiwon and Yeona; feels like I know you already!”

You stood there in silence, your eyes wide open in bewilderment.

“Wait… do you even know me?” she questioned, before breaking into fits of laughter, her hair flopping about like crazy. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Mijung.” When you still didn’t reply, she added, “I live here also.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, giving Mijung a weak smile. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Don’t tell me the others haven’t mentioned me? Yah, what have I told them about being polite? I bet they’ve been grumpy too. Had a lot of problems, so I’ve been told. But they seem to like you, so they can’t have been too bad!”

You almost choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry?” you spluttered. “They like me?”

Mijung nodded, her face frowning. “Haven’t they been very nice?” You didn’t reply, but your silence was enough confirmation. Mijung sighed, clutching her forehead as if she had a headache. “Yeona’s been having money problems. Her father lost his job so she’s probably very stressed, the poor thing. And Jiwon, she’s retaking exams and her parents aren’t happy about it. Those two not the most outgoing people to begin with, but I hope they haven’t been giving you too much trouble. I’ll have a word with them, don’t you worry. Then we can have a group meal this evening, get you some proper introductions. Tsk.”

Turning around, she went to the fridge and pulled out some more breakfast, adding to the pile she already had on the table. She was still talking, but quieter this time, as if she was talking to herself. “Those girls… they never do what I ask…”

Deciding it was best to be off, you left to meet Taehyung, immediately noticing how much happier you felt knowing at least one of your housemates wasn’t completely rude. You felt slightly guilty for judging Yeona and Jiwon so quickly, as you didn’t even think that they could be going through complications too. It explained a lot about their complaints. Got to stop thinking about yourself, Y/N, you thought firmly. No more wallowing in self-pity.

With that in mind, you strolled down the street with a new heart, brushing the one that had crumbled so easily the night before under the carpet.

You [10:09]
just met the last one of my housemates. imagine you after you’ve had three cups of coffee – that sums her up. 10:20 okay?

Tae [10:10]
I’m not afraid of competition. I’ve drunk two cups already and I can feel it in my bones

Tae [10:10]
Hurry up though, because I will eat your cupcake. The coconut and mango one.

You [10:11]

The cupcake shop was fast becoming one of your favourite places to be: set on the corner of a street, the wall of windows soaked up the sunshine of early spring. Small tables were set up in rows opposite the tills and cupcakes in the glass display, with soft brown chairs pulled up at each one. Taehyung was sat in one of those chairs in the far corner, hugging a zig-zag patterned cushion and staring out the window.

You took a moment to watch him, with his carrot-top hair already fading into pastel orange, his soft eyes half-closed as he basked in the warmth of the sun’s rays. As you sat down opposite him, a smile split across his face, making his eyes sparkle. You swallowed forcefully, feeling the familiar flip of your stomach. Diverting your gaze from Taehyung’s relaxed figure, you peered at the huge cupcakes sitting in front of you.

“I see slight abrasions on the icing.”

“That was the person at the counter when they were putting it on the tray,” Taehyung shot back, his voice calm like he had planned his answer.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were looking forward to eating too much to ask any more questions. Taking a huge bite of your cake, you smiled at Taehyung sweetly, fully aware you were giving him a pretty disgusting sight. Laughing, Taehyung did the same, covering his mouth with icing in the process.

“Hey, Y/N, do you like my beard?” asked Taehyung cheekily, smearing the icing down his chin.

“You look like an old man,” you teased. “Oh, Master Taehyung, teach me some words of wisdom.”

A naughty glint appeared in Taehyung’s eye. “I’ll show you, if you like.” Before you knew what was happening, Taehyung had shoved your cupcake straight into the middle of your face.

Spitting out bits of icing and wiping your stinging eyes, you heard Taehyung break down in fits of laughter, wiping his chin clean with a single swipe.

“That was evil!” you cried, doing your best to wipe off the icing before it grew sticky. Meanwhile, Taehyung now lay sideways on his chair, tears forming as his laughs grew silent. “Taehyung!”

“Your face!” he cackled, throwing his head back as a new wave of laughs hit him.

“I look disgusting! Tae, has it all gone?” you asked, desperately grabbing napkins.

Once he had regained his composure, Taehyung looked back at you, scanning your face. “Almost.” Reaching across the table, you felt his thumb sweep your bottom lip, then your hairline, then the corner of your eye. Each time you felt his touch your breath hitched, and your hands started to wobble. His expression grew solemn as he concentrated on gently brushing your skin.

“All gone,” Taehyung said, your cheeks beginning to burn.

He remained completely oblivious to the internal meltdown you were having, and instead steamrolled on in his usual fashion. “So anyway, my news!”

That brought your mood down. “Yeah,” you replied, knowing that there was no enthusiasm in your words. “Your news.”

“Remember how I found Yeji in the club yesterday? Well, I said hi to her again and she actually remembered my name! Remember when she called me Taemin? Anyway, then I asked her…”

You began to zone out as his words made the butterflies in your stomach turn into stones. The atmosphere had been so nice until Taehyung had brought up Yeji. Not that it was his fault, of course. He had every right to be happy that he got with his high school crush, seeing as he didn’t know how you felt towards him. When it was just you and Taehyung, you realised, it made you calm in a way that you couldn’t quite understand. He was comfort, and it gave you peace. But now, he was invested in another girl. Would you ever get that same comfort again?

“Y/N? Are you even here?” Taehyung asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Shaking yourself back to the present, you tried to remember what Taehyung was talking about. Ahh, yes. Yeji. “So, you kissed her. Well done.”

“Ye- wait, what? How did you know?”

You blinked. “Uhh… just assumed, I guess,” you lied. The last thing you wanted was for Taehyung to know that you saw his intimate moment, or that you went home without mentioning it. Too many questions, not enough answers. One thing was for sure: you wanted to be happy for Taehyung. He was always pining for a girl he couldn’t have, or turning girls down because his parents wouldn’t approve. After seeing him in his darkest of days, you knew what a girl like Yeji could do for his confidence.

“I think she wants to meet up later. Can’t believe this is finally happening,” said Taehyung, staring at your hands that you lay casually on the table.

Soon after the words left his mouth, you heard a high-pitched squeal and a ‘Taehyungie’ come from behind you. You barely looked round before Yeji swept past in a perfume-scented blur to hug Taehyung.

Not that you were embarrassed by the affection, but more worried that it would come across as rude to stare, you looked at the view of the street, trying to even out your breathing. Overnight they’ve gone from bowing to hugging. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung glance over Yeji’s shoulder in your direction, but you determinedly kept your head turned, despite there being nothing at all interesting outside to look at.

“Sorry, Taehyung, are you busy?” Yeji asked, suddenly noticing you sat on the opposite side of the table. “You’re his best friend, right?”

You nodded, finally turning back to meet Yeji’s large, innocent eyes. She gave you a soft smile, bowing her head slightly as you did the same. The tension in the air was growing thicker by second, and you could see Taehyung biting his lip as the awkwardness settled upon the three of you. Normally, you would’ve tried to break the silence, but there was nothing you wanted to say to Taehyung or Yeji.

She cleared her throat. “Shall I go?”

“No, no, no,” said Taehyung quickly, grabbing her wrist. “We were just finishing. Did you want to go to the park?” When Yeji nodded happily, Taehyung stood up to leave and shrugged on his coat. “I’ll see you later, Y/N! I’ll text you.”

Then they were gone, and you were left sitting by yourself in an almost empty shop after your best friend left you again for the same girl. What’s more, you could still feel the sticky residue of the cake icing around your face, making you feel even worse. It only took a minute for Yeji to walk in and ruin your good morning.

You didn’t want to go home just yet; although the appearance of Mijung slightly improved the housemate situation, the thought of moping around all day wasn’t appealing. So, you continued to sit in the cupcake shop, staring at the empty chair that Taehyung had filled only moments previously.

You were only pulled out of your statue-like state when two boys, a little older than you, both squished onto the brown seat opposite. Looking up at them in confusion, you realised that they were the two people working behind the counter, as both wore aprons across their black uniforms. They had light brown hair that flopped across their forehead, toned muscles, and concerned looks on their faces.

“Are you okay?” asked the smaller one of the two, his doe-shaped eyes filled with worry. “I’ve never seen anyone so sad in a cupcake shop before.”

The other boy let out a sound of frustration, sucking air in through his teeth to restrain himself from saying anything to his friend. “We just thought you looked down. Can we do anything for you?”

You shook your head, looking down at your lap as you felt your eyes brimming with tears. Hearing the uneasiness in their voices struck a chord, the emotions rising in your chest. “No,” you mumbled, letting the tears spill onto your jeans as they began to overflow.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms were engulfing your small frame, the smell of flour and freshly baked cakes filling your senses. The kind gesture simply made you want to cry harder, but the boys held on tight until you demanded that you were fine.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, but they just smiled comfortingly.

“It’s not everyday someone cries after eating a mango and coconut cupcake,” the taller boy grins, his smile wide and bright.

“When you’ve made the icing, that’s debatable,” the other boy jibed, earning a poke in his ribs.

The smiley boy ignored his friend’s whines about bruising, focusing back on you. “I’m Hoseok, and he’s Yoongi. We’re going to close for lunch, but you can hang out with us if you want. Could use some new company.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips as Yoongi began to tickle Hoseok, causing the taller boy to yell in protest. Struggling to keep Yoongi’s wiggling fingers away from his sides, Hoseok added, gasping slightly, “Please come so there’s a witness for my murder.”

“Okay, yeah,” you said, suppressing a grin. With Taehyung occupied, you realised how badly you were lacking friends. Perhaps Yoongi and Hoseok were exactly what you needed.

“This is my favourite place! I come here all the time, it’s always so quiet here.” For the last half hour, Hoseok and Yoongi had been showing you all the pretty parts in your region of Seoul, from cute flower markets to the insane shopping streets. To be more accurate, Hoseok had been showing you around, as Yoongi just went along with his younger friend. It was refreshing to hang out with new people, although Hoseok reminded you of Taehyung in many ways, making you wish he was here with you to explore. You knew he would’ve loved the gaming shop, which was packed full of everything he could only dream of. Compared to the shops in your small town on the outskirts of Daegu, this was heaven.

Hoseok had lead you down a cobblestone street, lined with cherry blossoms that had buds forming on the branches, ready for spring. The three of you had stopped outside a long white building, with a small, electric-controlled gate. Typing in the pin number, the gate buzzed and clicked as it became unlocked. Proudly, Hoseok walked up the steps, as if he was an estate agent showing off a property.

“It’s a dance studio,” announced Hoseok, his smile stretching wider. You had entered the locker room, with glass windows in the walls showing the practice space next door. “The dance club I’m in owns this place, but only a few people come here because it’s smaller than the main studio and it’s a bit out of the way of the main city,” he explained, entering the empty room.

“Are you into dancing, Y/N?” Yoongi asked, sitting down against one of the many mirrors to continue eating his lunch.

Your mind briefly thought back to all the dancing you’d done with Taehyung, but you pushed it away, not wanting to think of Taehyung for the fiftieth time in half an hour. “I enjoy it,” you said truthfully, “but I don’t do it seriously.”

“Dancing doesn’t have to be serious,” smiled Hoseok. He began fiddling with the stereo in the corner and going through his phone. After putting on an upbeat song, Hoseok started to move to the beat, his body flowing smoothly as he bounced and slid across the slightly sprung floor. “Join in!” he called to you.

Seeing you hesitating, Yoongi shouted, “Dance, you muppet!”

It was a little embarrassing dancing next to someone as talented and professional as Hoseok, but the reassuring smile he gave you throughout the song made the experience a lot more enjoyable. At first, you tried to copy Hoseok’s moves, but as he moved too fast, you gave up and instead let the rhythm control your limbs, throwing yourself into the song. When it ended, you and Hoseok were left panting, but it was exhilarating being able to let yourself go.

“You were great, Y/N! With a bit of practice, you could enter the competition, couldn’t she Yoongs?”

“Yah, what have I told you about nicknames?” Yoongi whined, his mouth stuffed with food. “But yeah, you’d have a pretty good shot.”

“What competition?” you questioned, fanning yourself with your hands.

Hoseok pointed to the wall opposite the door before collapsing down next to Yoongi, taking the half-eaten chicken and shoving it into his mouth. The wall was covered in all sorts of flyers, but a large, red poster caught your eye. It was advertising a dancing competition taking place at the end of May, which anyone could enter. First place had a prize of… 1,000,000?

“A million won for the winner?” you asked incredulously.

“Interested?” laughed Hoseok. “Yoongs and I are entering as a team, but it’d be cool to have some friendly competition. You’d have to get a dance partner as well, or several if you want, so you can’t enter solo.”


That’s why you found yourself back at Taehyung’s house, waiting for him to come home after his day out with Yeji. Jin was fast asleep on one of the sofas, his head on the arm rest and his earphones in, while Jungkook played a video game on their TV. Namjoon kept you company on the other sofa, his long legs laid on top of yours.

“Introvert or extrovert?” he asked, biting the end of the pencil he was holding.

“Tough. Probably slightly more introverted.”

Namjoon nodded, filling in your answer into the newspaper. He’d found a quiz that would find your ‘quote of the week’, and seeing as Jin was asleep and Jungkook refused point blank to participate, he’d jumped on you as soon as you entered the front door.

“So, your quote of the week is, ‘the stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.’”

“Wow, I’ve been enlightened,” you said sarcastically, watching Jungkook throw himself on the floor as he died at the same spot for the third time.

“I’m back!”

Your heart jolted in your chest as Taehyung entered, making you decide against telling him off for leaving you for the second time to see Yeji. Which was lucky, because as soon as Taehyung had stepped around the corner, Yeji followed.

Taehyung grinned widely as he caught sight of you sprawled on the sofa, but you were too focused on the fact that they were holding hands, their fingers hatched together tightly.

“Hey guys,” Taehyung said brightly. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Yeji.”

All three of your mouths dropped open, while Namjoon’s eyes were wide in shock, Jungkook’s character in the game received a gruesome death as his head whipped round in disbelief, and your heartbeat failed on you completely. You must have misheard…

“Yeji, these are my housemates, Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon, and obviously, this is my best friend, who you’ve met before.” Taehyung gave you a fleeting smile, looking slightly wary of your frozen expression.

“Hello,” Namjoon and Jungkook both mumbled, bowing their heads.

Taehyung had met Yeji yesterday. How were they already together?

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Leaving awkwardly and dragging Yeji along, he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as you heard the quiet click of the door, indicating them being out of earshot, Jungkook almost exploded. “Girlfriend?” he spluttered, his eyebrows upturned.

Namjoon’s eyes darted between you and the staircase where Taehyung had left the room. “Y/N,” he said slowly, “are you okay?”

The whole reason for you coming to the house was to ask Taehyung if he would dance with you in the competition. Hoseok and Yoongi went back to work shortly after you read the poster, but the instructions were clear: find a dance partner, win the competition, get money. It was like a punch to the gut. You didn’t even want to think about what Taehyung and Yeji would be getting up to in his bedroom.

But were you okay? You weren’t sure. Instead of the usual stone in your stomach, it had become a bottomless pit. Gaping wide open and utterly empty, like all your hopes and visions had been sucked into this hole and you were left feeling numb.

“I can’t ask him to be my dance partner, can I?” Your voice wobbled towards the end of your childish question, but you bit your lip in hope that no one noticed.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” said Namjoon gently.

“Namjoon, I don’t have any other friends. I need the money to pay my parents back for my rent. I guess… I guess I can find other ways of sorting it out.”

There was a thoughtful silence following your words, only disrupted by the sound of deep breathing from Jin.

“Maybe you won’t,” Jungkook pondered, absentmindedly picking at his jeans while he stared into the distance. “I’m not too shabby at dancing. I could give it a go, if you’d like.”

Your mouth fell open, not for the first time that day. “Really? You’d do that?”

“We could make a pretty good team.”

“But if you do get annoyed at him,” added Namjoon, “I’m only a phone call away.”

The boys laughed, and even you let out a giggle despite still feeling upset about Yeji. The sudden noise made Jin startle from his slumber, blinking against the harshness of the light.

You watched him notice how there had been a change in atmosphere since he had last been awake, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he peered at all three of you.

“What did I miss?”

anonymous asked:

haha i love it when people act like adhd "isnt as important as depresssion or any REAL mental illness" its so great

everything is equally important when it comes to mental health. it’s not a contest and making comparisons in terms of “oh, this is worse than x” is honestly just toxic and we gotta tone that down asap. in the end, we all strive for the same goal, that is, to make the best out of our situation and to find healthy ways to deal with it

anonymous asked:

Can u write headcanons for Dazai and Chuuya in a zombie apocalypse au(with an s/o pls ;)) *^*??

This AU kind of got away from me whoops. {i have more ideas but I cut a lot out for the sake of the blog} I live for Zombie AUs. I’m going to write this in an AU where they don’t have their abilities, but everything else is the same.


• His tactical thinking pattern becomes one of his greatest weapons in this situation, and he knows it’s the best way to make sure both of you survive in this new world. As much as Dazai jokes about dying the thought of leaving you to deal with a world full of dead cannibals focused on ripping every living being to shreds makes his heart drop to the floor; he’s determined to use his mind to create the safest space for you. He stockpiles weapons as much as he does food, even if he’s not too great at using them he’s not taking any chances.

• He knows there’s safety in numbs, but he can move a lot faster if it’s just you and him. His close friends become part of the group but he’s always planning ways you and him can escape by yourselves if anything ever goes wrong. He doesn’t share these plans with you because he doesn’t want you to worry; even in this dark part of history he still has a smile on his face whenever you’re near him.

• Populated cities are dangerous, but the height advantage and supplies outweigh trying to travel. Dazai chooses to go on supply runs himself because he can slip out of places easily without being detected, and he knows all the secret routes in the city. He ensures you he’ll be just fine, after all he can outsmart people who still have a functioning brain so how hard can it be to win a battle of wits with someone whose dead? Dazai gives you an earpiece and tells you to keep your side muted unless you really need something from him or you’re in trouble. If he has someone he trusts in the group he brings them along, especially Odasaku, but if it’s just a small run he likes to go on his own.

• Fortifying your home is one of Dazai’s first accomplishments. Instead of trying to furrow underground like a lot of people he chooses the very top of a high building—and abandoned penthouse. The hardest part was clearing out all the undead without making too much noise, but traps are Dazai’s wheelhouse and after a day the entire building was completely emptied. The multiple floors and rooms make it easier to set traps for lurking undead that happen to wander in or people trying to raid you for your supplies. Having a view of the city makes it easier to keep track of anything happening as well, and besides if the world is ending you might as well live comfortably right?

• For the first time in his life Dazai is adamant about using protecting during sex. But, that doesn’t mean he won’t whine about it. He dramatically wishes the world didn’t end so he could still grab a quickie in the corner of the bar bathroom rather than be stuck getting frisky surrounded by traps and guns and steel barred doors. But, he doesn’t let this stop your sex life, he’s actually more adamant about it than before. He won’t admit it out loud but he knows there’s a higher chance that one of you could randomly be killed and he wants to touch you as much as he can just in case. What was one super kinky sex delves down to passionate, steamy sex with him moaning how he loves you when he finishes.

• He’s not surprised when you start having trouble sleeping. Waking at every small noise, having nightmares. Dazai holds you close to his chest, murmuring that he’ll keep you safe for the rest of your lives together. If you’re still struggling to close your eyes he starts singing to you, just random songs or verses of old songs mashed together because he can’t remember all the words.

• Dazai makes it a point to have some sort of outdoor space set up, like the rooftop, so you both don’t go stir crazy sitting inside all day. He even makes a little garden after stealing a truck load of supplies from a garden store and creates a trap for rainwater to filter later. Depending on how ransacked the city is Dazai assumes you’ll be stuck in the building for a couple of weeks. It’s safest to let the city succumb to itself before venturing out to see what’s left.


• Chuuya defends his house like it’s his child. He doesn’t see the point in trying to go anywhere else. He knows the layout, all of his weapons and things are here and he’s not going to risk your life just to travel elsewhere at this point. Security had already been set up before the world went to shit, but a few new additions were added like automated turrets and the camera range was extended. He expects people to come and raid his house at some point, and he’s more than ready to deal with it.

• Anyone close to him is brought to his house, and he figures the more supplies and people the better. No matter your own skills with a gun or fighting Chuuya outright refuses to let you leave the house until he has an idea of how chaotic everything is. If you fight him on it enough he begrudgingly lets you go on very minimal runs, like checking on neighbors and taking their supplies if they left the city or didn’t make it through the carnage.

• Chuuya takes a team with him when he goes exploring, and he chooses to do it in the dead of night over daylight. Ambushing is easier in the shadows; and the undead constantly make noise when they can’t see which helps Chuuya tremendously. If Chuuya ever passes by an old place you two used to frequent he tries to find a memento with the name on it, or something you’d recognize. As much as it pains him to know you both won’t have the life you’d planned together Chuuya doesn’t want you to forget, and he doesn’t want to either.

• If you don’t know how to use a gun or aren’t very good at aiming Chuuya makes you practice daily with rubber bullets so ammo isn’t wasted. You need to be a good shot to survive, and Chuuya takes every training sessions seriously. Chuuya goes a bit overboard with the physical training as well because the thought of you being ripped to shreds right in front of his eyes because he didn’t make sure you had enough stamina to run keeps him awake at night.  It takes Kouyou to relax him when you’ve reached your limit and he’s still trying to push you. Afterwards he apologizes and offers to massage your legs before dinner.

• Chuuya prefers everyone sleeping in the same room for safety reasons, but if he’s aching to touch you he tugs you into the spare bedroom in the middle of the night and has his way with you. He takes his time if it’s been awhile, but keeps his gun within arm’s reach just in case. Chuuya spends a lot more time admiring your body and soaking in the way you look with your cheeks flushed and legs wrapped around his waist. He savors the way you taste, and how your skin feels against his lips. Everything is ingrained.

• Precision is Chuuya’s specialty and he learns very quickly how to use this to his advantage. Himself and Tachihara spend their days on the roof when it’s their turn for look-out, or if they hear a large amount of enemies coming towards the house. One head shot after the other they pile up the undead. Chuuya hates looking at the pile and can’t stomach to move them into a mass grave a few miles away to burn them so Kaji and Akutagawa generally take care of it.

• The minute you’re good enough at aiming and handling a sniper rifle Chuuya brings you on the roof with him when there’s a few stragglers wandering in the street. Despite the very tense situation Chuuya still manages to make your skin light on fire when he circles his arm around your waist and leans his chin on your shoulder, whispering lightly when to fire. Chuuya lets you take the lead after you’ve gotten a few successful shots in, but letting you go out on runs is still something Chuuya doesn’t like. 

anonymous asked:

Sakamakis dealing with their overly emotional s/o like with mood swings and all that

Admin Mawile: (。・0・)


-His idea of dealing with the situation is ignoring you until you calm down. There’s no way he has the energy to handle you when you’re all emotional, and his best response is to go back to sleep and hope that you’re a acting better when he eventually wakes up. 


-He does not tolerate misbehavior, and makes it very clear that you’ll be punished if you don’t calm down and start acting better. He has no patience for overly emotional behavior, and won’t hesitate to correct your actions in any way he needs to, so it’s better for you to cooperate. 


-As long as your behavior is amusing to him, he’ll let it slide, but as soon as it starts testing his patience, you won’t like what happens next. Your mood swings can be kind of funny, at first, but after long enough, he’s just plain sick of the constantly changing emotions. 


-He almost immediately throws a fit that makes your mood swings look like nothing, and screams and cries until you start doing what he wants. He can’t stand any focus not being on his needs, and having to deal with your emotional issues is exactly the kind of thing he hates. 


-He takes your mood swings fairly well, and doesn’t show any signs of annoyance until you start really getting on his nerves. Of course, his “solutions” probably aren’t what you have in mind, but since he’s put up with you for so long, it’s only fair to do what he says, right?


-He gets very confused very quickly, and vanishes almost as soon as he realizes what your problem is. He has absolutely no idea what to do about mood swings, and his best idea is to leave until you’re acting calmer. It’s not his problem if you’re behaving strangely. 

anonymous asked:

I'm moving out of my parent's house. I've already covered anything, packed my stuff, got a plane ticket, changed my number and the only thing i have to do is actually leave. The thing is i've never had a good relationship not with them non my younger sister. Thr older i got the more they started yelling at me and telling me that 'im a parasite in their house' and that 'i know whede the doors are and im free to leave if i don't like it there'. My sister wasn't much better either... 1/2

“2/2 she calls me ‘stupid’ all the time, she sometimes even gets physical if she’s not in the mood and I’m sick of everyone pushing me around. I want to cut all ties to them as soon as possible but I’m afraid how will they react. I’m afraid that they will try to stop me. The only thing that comes to my mind is to sneak off but i don’t want them to worry. So my question is: is there any way that i can tell them im leaving without actaully talking to them? And what is the vast way to let them know?”

I am so sorry that you’ve had to deal with this, it sounds like you’ve been living in a toxic situation for a long time. Moving out is a big change for you, and I wish you all the best. The most important part of this process is your sanity, making changes in a way that cause you the least amount of stress.

In your case, it sounds like your family may not react well to a one-on-one conversation. You can always leave them a note explaining that it’s time for you to move out. Or, if you feel you need to have a conversation, move out and call them after you’re settled. I know it can be hard to stay positive, but try to stay strong when talking to them, despite what they say.

It’s impossible to know how toxic family members will react to someone sticking up for themselves and moving out. They may lash out with anger, try to physically prevent you from leaving, or decide to ignore you for the foreseeable future. Friends of mine have had parents threaten to throw them out of the house, and then when they actually move their parents do a 360 and beg them to move back. So painful. These are manipulation tactics used to lull you back in to their home, to regain control over you. If your parents are referring to you as a “parasite” then please remember that you owe them NOTHING. Also remember that moving out doesn’t mean that you have to block your family out of your life forever, and it certainly doesn’t mean that you can’t try to stay in contact with them, even if they don’t reciprocate.

However, I would recommend that you don’t tell them the specifics of where you will be living. They don’t need to know the address, apartment number, or even the general location. You do not want them showing up at your new home and causing a scene. This is your time now.

Please keep us updated! I’m so proud of you for moving on with your life. xx

Sometimes you have to remind yourself who the fuck YOU are

Because sometimes we lose ourselves in relationships; situationships; family; work; friendships; school; etc whatever the situation may be and we forget who we are or we start acting out of character with certain people or do the absolute most when it’s not that serious and when you start noticing that you have to seriously take a step back and evaluate the situation and yourself and just truly remember that you don’t have to deal with any fuck shit; lack luster effort; poor communication; excuses; abuse; questioned feelings; unreciprocated emotion; etc you don’t have to do deal with anything or anyone that you don’t wanna deal with you have that option and if they don’t like it fuck em and you know why because you are mothafucking awesome and way beyond worthy more importantly because you are you and YOU are fucking amazing and you are truly someone special who deserves nothing but the fucking best in every aspect of life nothing less always more. So no more settling, no more just doing stuff to please others; no more dealing with shitty people, no more talking to people who don’t make effort; no more giving and not getting YOU are gonna do what makes you happy!!! Be YOU and keep being great!!! Remember that! 💜

Ace Valentine Story

About a year and a half ago, I was on Omegle (Yes, that site where they connect you with random strangers and let you chat) and I met this person who did an RP (roleplay, fandom, obviously) with me. It went pretty well, so we decided to start doing another, and we began doing it long-term, first on twitter dm, and then on tumblr. We started chatting a bit and I felt we had a sort of connection, which led to us becoming close friends.

After a while (not sure whether months or weeks,) they disappeared off tumblr for a few days and I had no idea what happened to them. When they returned a few day later, I found out that they had attempted suicide. I don’t want to say too much because I know they’re sensitive about this, but their life was really rough at that point, and they had depression and other issues and they were very, very alone in it all. Of course, being a human who understands the sanctity of life, I was concerned, and as any decent person would be, I didn’t want someone to take their own life. So, I tried my best to help them, to talk to them and convince them there was something worth living for.

It wasn’t easy. Dealing with a person going through depression and trying to help them when you’re on an entirely different continent isn’t easy. But they slowly opened up to me and I’m very proud of them for letting someone in in their situation. At some point along the way, I just kind of realized that I cared for them very much. Deeper than a friendship, but I had no idea what it was at that time. That was also around the time when I realized I was ace and I found out about my romantic orientation. But I didn’t realize my feelings for them for what they were yet.

It all kinda just came out one day (a fucking leap day, to be exact) when we were doing those ask things  on tumblr where you ask people who their tumblr crush is and stuff like that. Well, we asked each other the same thing, and… it turned out we were each other’s tumblr crushes. And when we talked about it a bit more, it turned out we actually liked each other, not just our blogs and stuff. And it hit me like a brick wall. So I did the logical next step and asked them to be my partner. Don’t ask me what compelled me to do it, I just felt like I wanted to, like it was the perfect time and that it made total sense. I mean, I liked them, they liked me, why the fuck not? So I asked. And they said yes.

We worked out the whole me-being-ace thing and they were really cool with it, and I really appreciate that. I feel very lucky that I could find someone who is accepting of who I am, and they are so much more than I could have ever asked for in a partner.

So… yeah. I fell in love online with someone whose real name I didn’t even know until we were actually in a relationship, whose face I’d hadn’t even seen until a short while before I’d asked them, someone I had met literally by chance.

And that’s the story of my online relationship with my partner @onmywaytofandomhell! Happy Valentine’s to all the aces out there!