this actually kind of turned out how i wanted it to

AU prompts
  • “We both take the metro (or train/shuttle/bus) often and see each other there all the time, we keep staring at each other but have never actually talked, and it’s getting weird” au
  • “Whenever I get coffee at your Starbucks you spell my name wrong and it’s turned into a challenge to see how wrong you can get it” au
  • “Your mail keeps coming to my address which is really weird since they’re nothing alike, but it turns out our mutual friend who wants to set us up keeps switching the mail on purpose” au
  • “We’re watching my favourite movie in class and this asshole keeps talkin- woah hello, you’re really cute, what was I saying??” au
  • “Your cat and my dog are totally in love, and I think it’s so cute until I realise that it’s your pet, because we kind of hate each other” au
  • “Who the fuck keeps buying all of my favourite junk food from the local super market” au
  • “Cute and talkative taxi driver” au
  • “You’re always the most spirited person during Spirit Week and I really want to beat you this year” au
  • “Why is the love of my life wearing that ridiculous costume to school, it’s not even Halloween, what the actual fuck” au
  • “I always see you at my sporting events cheering really loudly and you don’t know this but the entire team loves you for it” au
  • “It’s exam seasons and I just found you trying to drown yourself in a bowl of ramen noodles” au
  • “We’re camp counsellors at a really cool camp, but the rivalry between our cabins is sort of famous, and now we might get fired because the manager caught us racing toddlers” au
  • “I’m a waiter/waitress and you always sit in my section. I really like you and i thought you liked me back until you walked in here with a date, w h o o p s would you look at that I keep spilling stuff on them” au
  • Another waiter/waitress one: “You always come to this place and never talk much, but now these two assholes are harassing me and you step in and defend me” au
  • “You’re really passionate about Harry Potter and I tell you I’ve never even watched the movies so now we’re going back to your house for a movie marathon and you’re on a rant and I don’t know what I said” au

listen up this is why i hate this book the secret history 

  • goddamn HENRY WINTER (what kind of name is that jesus christ) who translated like three books before he turned 18 and plotted to murder a classmate using mushrooms (MUSHROOMS) knew jack shit about the moon landings
  • “when did this happen?? how did they get there???” i swear to god
  • francis abernathy with his even fancier name sitting on a windowsill eating cherries straight out of a jar 
  • admits he doesn’t even like them while still eating them
  • henry winter gardens?? what the fuck
  • these are the most pretentious fuckers on earth i hate them so much i love them so much i just
  • bunny corcoran is a pie thief someone report him to the authorities
  • PALAZZO. THEY ARGUED ABOUT MURDER WHILE IN A PALAZZO IN ROME
  • endless supply of cigarettes goddamn
  • do we all hate bunny?? do we all love bunny?? who fuckign knows
  • bunch of fucking teenagers running around in bed sheets and shit in the vermont countryside 
  • did they actually have an orgy??? henry never answered that. i want to know
  • nobody tells bunny anything
  • nobody tells richard anything
  • nobody tells anybody anything
  • richard sitting there like a kid who walked in on his parents having sex when charles and camilla did the thing in the kitchen
  • did henry actually collect plants from around the murder site or did i dream that
  • richard: i love you. camilla: thank you. richard: i love you so much. camilla: thank you so much
  • pretentious fucks
Antis Using Abuse Tactics

You know what’s disturbing?

Anti-Shippers using the exact methods employed by abusers … I’m thinking specifically of gaslighting, but the methods are varied and immense. These range from ‘callout posts are good’, where they want to insist calling you out is to ‘help’ you and you’re the problem, to outright ignoring what you say and cherry-picking from your words, so replies will be non-sequiturs like: ‘it turns out you can just say words in any order you want’ (not actually responding to your points).

I was going to write a post listing the most common tactics abusers use, followed by examples from the three most prominent anti blogs that I have personally interacted with, but I honestly don’t have that kind of time at the minute. Suffice to say, a precursory glance was very worrying: a lot of what antis were saying and replying with is stuff actually the same as abusers.

So when they start slagging off your favourite ships -?

When they start telling you how to cope -?

 Ask yourself if you would take advice from your abuser.

These are people trying to make survivors into victims. They’re trying to isolate and humiliate you, as well as tear down your self-esteem and make you blame yourselves, and they’re doing this not to ‘correct your behaviour’, but to change you as a person into something malleable to them. This is about control. This is about dominance. They want you to obey.

You are free to be and enjoy whatever you want. If you decide it’s wrong for you, or if you stop enjoying it, that’s totally okay … just don’t let random children on the Internet abuse and bully you into submission, because you’re better than that. You’re better than them. 

Antis abuse their victims. 

They’re not looking to help you. They’re looking to control you.

waking up ( super fricken fluffy )

authors note: i woke up to my cat this morning, but it made me think of how cool it will be someday to actually wake up to the love of my life

You attempted to open your eyes but the sun blinded you. You had been dreaming of some kind of warmth, like the beach or maybe a dessert, you didn’t exactly remember. But whatever it was, it made sense considering you were sleeping right under the sun. It was so bright through the curtains, and you decided to turn over away from it so you could actually see. As you you turned on the opposite side of your body, you saw your favorite person in the whole world, Shawn. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. You wanted to reach out and touch his cheek but you didn’t want to wake him, so instead you kept your hands to yourself and watched him sleep. He would probably wake up soon anyway. It wasn’t early but it wasn’t late either. It didn’t matter either way, because for once, you and Shawn had a free day, where you didn’t have to get up and get dressed to be ready to be somewhere. It was glorious. As glorious as the sun you were now soaking up as you lay in bed waiting for Shawn to wake up. You stretched slowly trying not to make your movement noticeable, until Shawn turned towards you and licked his lips. His eyes were still closed but you could tell he was awake.

His cheeks were a little pink and his hair was a beautiful mess, a mess you ran your hands through as you reached over to him. He smiled and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer by using his own hands to wrap yours around his waist. You were now wrapped around him completely as he kissed your head. His eyes were now open and you could feel him looking at you as you ran your fingers up and down his back under his t-shirt. You were both quiet. You almost wanted to break the silence and ask him if he wanted breakfast or something, but you didn’t really want to get up, and you figured he didn’t either since he hasn’t said anything. So instead you just layed there for a little longer inhaling his scent, and taking in everything you held. What you held in your arms right now, was something you never though you’d have. You had someone who cared about you right next to you, actually closer than next to you, they were in your grasp. You had someone who loved you and you loved them. You could feel your heart fluttering as you felt Shawn kiss your head again, and finally speaking up;

“I love you.” He said in his precious raspy morning voice.

You smiled so big, almost laughing.

“I love you more.”

“Mmm, I love you most.” Shawn said and pulled you closer

YOI Week: Day Seven

Match Made By Phichit

Pairings: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Ji Guang-Hong/Leo de la Iglesia, Michele Crispino/Emil Nekola, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin, Phichit Chulanont/Seung-gil Lee

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,116

Summary: Five times Phichit plays matchmaker for his friends and the one time they play matchmaker for him.

*Option A. I was actually just going for doing whatever I wanted on this day, but it ended up being an AU. Great how that turned out! This has been a fun seven days. I had a blast exploring so many different characters (anyone notice I focused on a different person(s) each day?) and worlds. I hope you all enjoyed them and that you enjoy this one!

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I… just feel really bad without a real reason or I just don’t want to think of the reason. And I don’t know what to do. It’s already pretty late at night and I need to go to school tomorrow… I did my homework and I am actually pretty okay with how it turned out, and that’s a rare thing. But I still am… not sad… but not happy or anything… I just want time for myself. I want to draw stuff I like and worry less…
I kind of want to cut my hair really short but also not because it looks beautiful and everybody tells me that and it makes me happy but not really… I am rambling… But my head is so full of nothing and everything and I don’t know how to deal with it.

I’m more than a little concerned about the messages I’m reading and receiving about Erin being jealous of Ellie. I feel an overwhelming need to speak up on Ellie’s and Erin’s behalf.

I just don’t think people understand Ellie and why she acted the way she did. She wasn’t “after” Jay. It was a conditioned response based on survival. The girl was being pimped out and abused by god knows how many people. Repeat: this young GIRL has been ABUSED. She though Jay was just another john looking to exploit her. She honestly believed that in order to stay alive she had to do these things. That the only way to secure her future was to sacrifice her body. But yeah let’s turn the victim into a villain.

It took Ellie so long to believe Jay actually wanted to help her because that kind of person doesn’t exist in her world. You see her demeanour change when she realized Jay was trying to help her? She didn’t want to have sex with him. She wasn’t trying to steal Erin’s man. She thought she had to have sex with him to get what she needed and once she realized she was safe all sexualized behaviours stopped towards Jay.

You see her smile when she realized Erin was his girlfriend? That was the smile of a young girl who witnessed true love in front of her, maybe for the first time. And he’s now a role model for her. She now believes there are good guys, love does exist, relationships don’t have to be about trading favours. He’s turned her perspective on men on its side and that is going to change her life. It’s going to change the self talk in her head. An honourable honest guy like Jay who turned down all her advances and who clearly has a successful strong woman as his life partner tells Ellie he believes her and thinks she’s worth helping…. kinda sounds like how Voight giving a shit about Erin changed her life too doesn’t it?

But this is a perfect example of the hate culture with women. They automatically pit woman against woman and ignore the deeper issues that drive the behaviour. You want to sit here and tell me Erin is going to be jealous of a sexually abused child who’s doing the only thing she knows how to survive? You want to discredit how obviously uncomfortable Jay was and how tortured he was? This is the same mentality that tells rape victims they deserved it because of the clothes they were wearing.

Never mind the narrative that’s playing in Erin’s head… she was (almost) one of these girls. She knows what they would do/ need to do to stay alive. Her heart is probably breaking for Ellie (and Jay) she made sure Ellie had a good safe place to go. She handled her with genuine care and nurturing because she knows how pivotal this moment can be for her. Not the actions of a jealous woman.

And Erin TRUSTS her partner. So much so she didn’t realize he needed to hear the reassurance that he did right by this girl until he projects all his frustration and discomfort on the unit, accusing them of not believing him (even though this is not what they think). For Erin, Jay doing the right thing was a given. A foregone conclusion. She knew, just as she did with Terry and Ethan, her role here was to help her partner navigate a difficult case.

And just stop with the Erin was marking her territory when she said “meet you at home” NO Erin was paying Jay the ultimate moment of respect and trust, walking away and letting him get closure with this girl while reminding him she will be there for him when he needs her.

THAT’S WHY YOU HAVE BACKUP

And if you think Erin would be jealous in this scenario, I’m sorry but I think you may have missed the whole basis and beauty of Linstead.

This was a compelling story about marginalized youth and once again we got to dive deep into Jay’s character and the inner conflicts of the officers who have to work cases like this.

This is not a teen relationship drama. Yes they have screwed up the writing of linstead in the past but in this episode it was perfect. The writer captured perfectly the subtle beauty of the unwavering trust, love, support and respect Jay and Erin have for each other. If you want a story based solely on linstead and relationship dramas I can highly recommend some great fanfic… hell I even write some of it.

I have so much praise to give everyone involved in this episode. This episode, the right balance of case and character development, is an example of why I’m so passionate about this show.

Okay, I just want to say for the number of people out there, like me, suitably scared about how the election will end tonight.

Since it looks like the Darkest Timeline is likely to come to pass, it is easy to feel like everything is hopeless. While it is true things are likely going to get bad for a while in ways we can’t yet foresee, there is one thing we have control over.

We can still try to take care of each other. We can still be a community. We can try to bring the light and kindness we believe in and refuse to give into toxicity and violence and hatred.

Be safe, take care of each other, love each other, be there for those who are endangered. We’re such a divided country, but hopefully we can learn to function and not turn on each other and those who are truly toxic/cruel/hate-filled are actually a minority, so that we can survive the years to come.

Surprise, @llamaneesama! I’m your Secret Santa!! >:D One of your requests was Mabel, so I hope you like this! I kind of went all out, haha- I love how it turned out!

I want to try to get this made into a sticker- if I actually manage to do that, I’ll send you one for free, llama (if you’re interested)!

Have a lovely holiday, I hope this was worth the wait!! Oh, and thanks to @stariousfalls for organizing this fabulous thang B-)

p.s.- It’s transparent, too .;D

Bonus: Some sketches I did to warm up!

Look, I live for young!McCree pinning after his superiors, but what I really want is a Jack Morrison pinning after Jesse AU!

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give ‘em something to talk about

anon asked for SoMa + seductive kiss

This is set in an Actors AU. It also kind of made a weird turn near the end I wasn’t expecting, but I actually really like how this came out ^u^

Soul had expected a chaste kiss in the back of the limo.

Maka was never one for show of exposure especially after leaving extravagant events. The most they ever did on the way home was hold hands and cuddle while Soul brushed kisses along her temple. She had always told him paparazzi might follow them and try capturing a candid photo of them since they rarely did anything on the red carpet save for standing close to each other. A picture of them doing anything remotely racey would have sold for millions in their industry, and Maka didn’t want to be labeled a whore like her papa. It was one of the reasons Soul respected her wish to keep their relationship under the radar and the public to speculate what went on behind closed doors.

So when Maka pressed her lips to his, the last thing he expected was it to be anything more than chaste.

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Vent art

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

  • Me: Person A and Person B meet and realize they are perfect for one another. Sadly, Person A dies, and Person B is left devastated and depressed. After a long time, B eventually meets Person C, and even though C isn't A, it's a beneficial match and C is fairly kind and very intelligent. Their engagement is disrupted by an adventurous, mustached man who turns out to be A in disguise. As B gets used to being around A again, it becomes increasingly obvious that C is not what B wants, and A and B still make an excellent couple. Unfortunately, B and C are still getting married anyways. It turns out that C is actually a terrible person, and has A killed without B knowing. Luckily, while struggling through death, A is reminded of his love and how his love's safety is worth living for, so A pulls through. C's near murder plot is revealed to B.
  • Me: Now, did I just describe the Princess Bride, or BBC's Sherlock?
  • My mom: I.....I don't know.....oh....oh my god......

anonymous asked:

AU where someone tells Ouma that he can't flirt for **** and teaches him how to properly flirt

I can’t help but think Saihara and almost everyone else would actually kind of enjoy watching him squirm a little. Like, Ouma so often likes to act like he’s infallible and nothing fazes him and he has no weaknesses and then it just turns out he’s…literally incapable of flirting or comprehending why anyone would actually, genuinely like him, and he’s running away from his feelings 24/7, and everyone is like “ah, this asshole actually has ONE thing we can hold over his head now.”

I do really want an AU where Kaede wingmans like hell though. Something where she and Saihara are childhood friends, have maybe even dated in the past or something but are still really close.

And then Ouma comes along, starts dropping huge blatant hints that he’s crushing on Saihara, and then inevitably tries to cut and run when Saihara starts reciprocating because he’s now thinking in terms of, “oh, shit, I’m actually serious about Saihara-chan but see I’m a horrible person and I don’t deserve to be in a relationship so I gotta go right now.” So he beats around the bush by claiming he was just lying and starts avoiding Saihara super intently.

And Saihara is understandably confused by all the mixed signals so he takes Ouma avoiding him as a rejection and is really put off by it all but then Kaede, see, she takes Saihara and she sits him down and she’s like:

“Well…did he actually say he didn’t have feelings you?”

“…No.”

“Did he actually say he wants to break it off with you?”

“…No.”

And Kaede is basically diabolical and cunning as hell and keeps pushing Saihara to not let Ouma run out the door the next time he sees him because she’ll be damned if that little gremlin is going to just leave her best friend hanging without giving him a definite yes or no.

You can probably tell I’ve been thinking up headcanons for this kind of thing way too much lately.

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Hold out your hand
Color me like that red sunset
So I won’t lose myself

Klaroline + Endgame for 25 Days of Klaroline

GIVE ME LOVE

A mini drabble of how I want their final scene to play out…This is dedicated to the beautiful @elleinaustin who is such a wonderful person and is always there to offer me support, love or travel suggestions! Watch out, I’m kind of in love with your hometown so may just decide to take up residence there ; ) Or at least get married eventually at the Driskill!

Machu Picchu - Andes Mountains, Peru - 2029

Give me love like her...

“Finally,” Caroline muttered, joining him atop the mountain and taking in the scenic view over the ancient Inca ruins of Machu Picchu. “You’re a difficult Original Hybrid to find.” Klaus wasn’t sure whether he was imagining her voice given he did it most days or whether she was actually real this time.

He turned to face her taking in those familiar blonde locks peeking out from her woollen beret, those expressive, blue eyes and that porcelain skin he’d dreamt about kissing repeatedly. She certainly seemed real enough but Klaus knew enough of his dreams that she was just probably another enigma.

“Um, hello?” She baulked. “I didn’t climb those bloody mountains for you to just ignore me.” Klaus had to laugh aloud, it was just so Caroline. “It’s not funny.”

“On the contrary, it’s hilarious,” he replied, thinking it was all still a dream. When Klaus told her he’d wait however long it took he meant it but patience wasn’t his best virtue and not having her in his life day after day was draining. Klaus wanted Caroline and he wanted her now. Happily ever after like all those fairytales he’d once mocked.

“Is this my punishment?” She huffed, throwing her bag on the ground unceremoniously. “You know, I took too long to get my act together and you’re just playing with me now.”

“Well…” he began before she interrupted in true fashion.

“You did say however long it takes,” she muttered. “It’s not my fault you don’t believe in deadlines, Mikaelson.” The more she rambled the more Klaus was starting to believe she was really here for him and not just a figment of his imagination. Finally. He turned towards her, drinking in her appearance and every familiar curve that he’d sketched daily and were now emblazoned on his brain.

“But how did you…”

“Surely you know enough of my curiosity and persistence to believe I found you.” Klaus didn’t doubt those attributes, in fact he knew and admired them immensely.

“I’m impressed.”

“Well you should be,” she growled, throwing off her beret and shaking her head in frustration causing a rippling effect through those golden waves. Her cheeks were tinged pink but Klaus wasn’t sure whether it was due to her mood or the cool temperature. “You’re difficult to find.”

“Really?”

“I went to New Orleans first but apparently the all mighty king wasn’t in residence,” she mumbled. “All I can say is at least i managed to sample some beignets.”

“Glad to see you were able to embrace the local culture during such a tough time.”

“Well, that’s nothing on Rome,” she recounted. “Between the pasta, gelato and canoli I think I gained at least five pounds. I mean why couldn’t you have picked less calorie laden locations?” Trust Caroline to be blaming him for that although he knew she was just rambling nervously to avoid revealing her true feelings.

“Speaking of which,” she continued. “Don’t get me started on Paris, I mean pain au chocolat, croissants, croque monsieur. Are you trying to make me fat?” Klaus wasn’t sure whether to respond or let her keep rambling. Her intensive stare in his direction was telling Klaus it was most definitely his turn to speak.

“They are all amazing cities,” he shared. “But if I was at the Uffizi or in Paris at the Louvre and standing in a room full of beautiful art, I know that all I could stare at was you,” She didn’t respond immediately, obviously trying to take in what he’d said.

“Another vindication of my little trip through these steep mountains,” she replied, slyly. “But just so you know I wasn’t happy to be in Tokyo all alone without a karaoke partner.”

“It’s probably a good thing given my voice doesn’t hold a candle to yours, love.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, surprising Klaus slightly.

“For what?”

“Taking so long to know what i wanted,” she added, regretfully. “Maybe if I’d decided a long time ago it wouldn’t have taken me three continents to find you.” Klaus turned around fully so that he could look in her eyes and place his hands gently over her shoulders.

“I’ve always loved you, Caroline, but I wanted you to work that out for yourself in your own time,” he murmured.

“I love you Klaus, I think I already knew it but I was being…”

“Stubborn?” Klaus suggested.

“Don’t push it, mister,” she growled before capturing his mouth with hers.

He lost himself in her caress, her lips were just as supple as he remembered. Klaus closed his eyes revelling in the resurgent feelings her kisses were causing. It was only after they’d feverishly attacked each others’ lips excitedly after so many years that they eventually broke apart.

“Those other places I can understand but how did you know to come here?”

“You told me at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant that the only place you ever wanted to be alive was during a trek through the Andes.” Klaus was shocked at first. He remembered everything about her but never expected Caroline to feel the same way. “It’s obviously a special place for you.”

“And the only place I ever wanted to be alive twice,” he murmured, running his hand through her silky hair. “You brought me back, love. Again.”

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The next next stage

I just had a vision of Jack and Bitty’s friends gathered around them at some point in the future, helping them figure out how they want to do the official statement to the media about their relationship.

Ransom would have his Excel spreadsheet out, and Shitty would be reviewing different journalists’ backgrounds to see which one they want to give the exclusive interview to, and Holster would keep adding ‘bi’ jokes to the statement and Lardo would keep crossing them out…

Bitty doesn’t actually start crying until Dex asks for his Twitter password so he and Chowder can ‘run interference’ with any trolls that turn up.

These people in their corner is going to be pretty great, when the time comes.

(then Jack takes the final chart to Georgia and she’s all… “You remember we have a PR department, right?” And he’s “I’m sorry, they kind of needed to do this.”)

All the different lives you could have lived.

I think everyone starts panicking around college decisions season and freaks out about how the rest of their entire life is going to turn out. 

But in actuality, I feel like many people have made a lot of decisions already. By the time I was applying to MIT, I feel like arts or sports was a closed door for me (not that I really wanted to do those things anyway) but then I heard about an Olympian skiier who only started skiing when she was 21, and really fell in love with it. 

Recently, I really got into circus arts with my friend Sarah, who lives on our floor, and though I don’t have much time to put into it currently, that Arts door is kind of opening up again.

I can’t decide sometimes whether or not I’m glad I chose a high-intensity type of life, but all it takes is like a week of being bored and I remember that if my life were any more mundane, I probably would go crazy. I’m the type of person that always has to have something to do, and I think if anything that’s more true now, after years at MIT, than before. Last semester when I was honestly really depressed, I used to fantasize sometimes about moving to Oregon, being a coffee shop barista, living in a tiny, not-nice apartment, and never telling anyone anything about myself. But you know, if I actually ever did that, probably one of two things would happen 1) I would be terribly unhappy 2) I would just find a ton of church/nonprofit/local animal shelter extra activities to do, or 3) I would write a (very terrible) novel. And it was the realization that hey, it wouldn’t be that hard–if I really wanted to, I could pack up and move to Oregon and find a coffee shop right now, and that life will always be waiting for me, and so now it is my default back-up plan, everyone. 

Because, if that’s possible, then why isn’t anything else possible? Sure, I could drop out to move to Oregon and be a barista, or maybe I could drop out to do circus arts full-time (training paid for by some kind of odd-job). If I had 10% more energy, I could apply for an internship or co-op of some kind and do that instead, and then I’d *really* have enough money to join the circus (isn’t that sentence ridiculous…) 

Or, maybe, I could just stick it out and graduate, and then get a full-time job, and postpone this whole circus-joining thing. 

I still have a lot of unresolved issues.

In thinking about which of these life-plans is most attractive, I realize that what I really want in any of these scenarios to be with people that I love and have the time to spend with them. College is hard maybe because you sometimes feel isolated and alone–people are busy, or at least you think they are, and you don’t have time to be with them anyway because you’re supposed to be working, and sometimes during the day when you aren’t feeling great and both your parents are at work and your brother is at school and so there aren’t other people to call and so you just feel lonely and all you can do is wait for it to pass. I don’t know if things are different when you are A Certified Working Adult, but at least there’s less sleep deprivation and more free time, I hope. I mean, there’s a reason a lot of these mental health issues seem to affect the college/academic/etc. demographic in particular, right? 

I don’t know, some how I’ve gotten over (or at least am less fixated on) the whole you-don’t-belong-on-the-planet thing, but sometimes there are still bad days or sad days or days that don’t make sense and I just want to sleep it off.