the honeybadger

I matched with a guy back in August of 2015. I knew him before matching with him on Tinder. We lived in the same dorm, and I had the biggest crush on him. I was too afraid to talk to him, though. After matching, we hit it off pretty well. We talked for about a month, and he suddenly disappeared. I was really heartbroken, because I felt like he was doing the same thing other guys had done to me. I honestly had enough.

I started to act out and became more promiscuous. I sought pleasure and validation from anyone I could.

Then, one cold, rainy night in November, he came back. He walked two miles in the freezing rain to my house just to explain himself. It turns out, he was put in an in-patient facility because he attempted suicide. He showed me his medications and apologized repeatedly for just disappearing. I kissed him and told him it was okay. One thing kinda led to another and we ended up having sex that night.

It is now March. We talk every day. He knows everything about me, and he makes me feel so safe and loved. There’s just one problem…

He leaves for grad school in August and the last time I will ever see him is in May.

I am in love with him, and I am scared to death of losing him…But, I am so glad I matched with him and got the courage to actually talk to him.

He has saved my life.

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry for that -Sun (who is now dead but hey she's sorry)

A ghostly whisper upon the wind just as Ardyn had finished adding this recently deceased stranger to the decor of the Citadel. A warning to those who sought an audience with him of what fate they could find themselves in should they foul his mood.

The Chancellor hummed to himself. He was well aware of his own madness and perhaps delving deeper into it if he could hear voices of the dead. She may be sorry, but he was not.

The adventures of Eye-Goat and Salty Badger~ 

Ye..halloween-kigurumi-tiiiimeee!! Since I (atleats for now) haven’t come up with halloween-outfits for them, let’s make them chill in some comfy cuteness~


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Name: Sparkle

Nicknames:Sparks or sparky

Gender: Female

Star Sign: capricorn

Height: 5'2" 

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Hogwarts/Ilvermorny House: Hufflepuff/ Wampus

Favorite Color: Blue and orange

Favorite Animal: Got a few, actually. River otters, honeybadgers, silver phrase fox, and genets are my top favs

Average hours of sleep: eh it varies, but usually about 9 hours

Cat or Dog Person: Doggos

Favorite Fictional Characters: Rick Sanchez, Newt Scamander, Karamatsu, Toothless, Yato

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: Currently one, but on winter nights about 5

Favorite Singer/Band: Melanie Martinez and Studio Killers

Dream Trip: Japan or Paris or Britain

Dream Job:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ wanted to be an animator at first but now I’ll be happy as long as I get my story out there somehow

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anonymous asked:

I'm rather curious about your Shoot Hogwarts headcanons but I don't want you to get in trouble lol

(This is Chamber of Secrets AU)

i. The first time Root ever lays eyes on Sameen, she’s climbing eagerly up onto the platform at the first meeting of Professor Hersh’s little “duelling club.” (Root wouldn’t have bothered to come, but she just found it so amusing that she was the reason they were all here.) 

Root can’t take her eyes off her. Sameen looks so sure of herself up there, she’d jumped up so quickly when Hersh first asked for volunteers, that the room falls still and silent beneath her gaze (beneath the challenge, the dare in it). At least, until Root hears some taunt about a “honeybadger” peal out from a severely coiffed blonde head at the center of a sea of silver and green. (Root made it a point to never stand with the other Slytherins.)

ii. No one ever calls Sameen a honeybadger again.

iii. Talking to the Diary begins to take up increasing amounts of Root’s time, until it doesn’t feel like it’s taking up time at all.

Suddenly, the Diary has woven itself so inextricably into her life that she doesn’t remember what it was like before. Even when she’s sitting in class, gazing idly at the lesson she’s supposed to be paying attention to, she finds herself reaching into her bag and running her fingers along Her spine.

iv. Later on, Root realizes she can talk to Her even when she can’t have the Diary out in her lap. She can hear Her in the walls, she discovers, like the castle itself is speaking to her, a low soothing hiss in Root’s ear that never ever leaves her.

v. Talking to Sameen begins to take up increasing amounts of Root’s time, until it doesn’t feel like it’s taking up time at all.

Well, Root talks, mostly. Sometimes she finds herself absently running her fingers along Shaw’s spine. Sameen just rolls her eyes like she’s got a million better places to be, but she never ever leaves.