this is horribly done i am so sorry

• Unfriendly reminder that Wanda Maximoff MANIPULATED a man suffering from SEVERE PTSD into doing something horrible which HE was blamed for while NO ONE on his “team” defended him.
• Unfriendly reminder that Steve Rogers knew about the MURDER of Tony Stark’s parents and withheld the information.
• Unfriendly reminder that Steve did this and had the nerve to chastise Tony about KEEPING FUCKING SECRETS.
• Unfriendly reminder that Steve thought he knew better than 117 COUNTRIES, and decided to do what the fuck he wanted.
• Unfriendly reminder that Tony tried to COMPROMISE with Steve and he couldn’t meet him in the middle.
• Unfriendly reminder that his “team” couldn’t trust him even after he had literally risked his life for them TWICE.
• Unfriendly reminder that Natasha BETRAYED Tony even after she called in the Black Panther whom she knew would attack Bucky whereas Tony only called for backup that he knew wouldn’t react violently unless it was needed.
• Unfriendly reminder that people say that Tony (again, a man who suffers from SEVERE PTSD) overreacted after watching the man standing next to him (who is absolutely a victim, but his hands still committed those crimes) MURDER his parents in cold blood, and a man that he considered his friend KNEW about it to protect HIMSELF and his friend.
• Unfriendly reminder that all Tony got after the War was a SHIT TON of problems with the government and a CONDESCENDING letter from the same man who hurt him incredibly both physically and emotionally basically telling him “i’m sorry that you don’t understand that I was right”.
• Unfriendly reminder that Tony was BLAMED for the paralysis his BEST FRIEND now suffers by a man whom Tony had done A LOT for.
• Unfriendly reminded that Tony fucking Stark is treated so horribly in this fandom and he doesn’t deserve it.

I’ve been replaced, it hurts so fucking much. Why am I not ever enough for anyone? She may say I haven’t been but I’m still sitting in the very back of the car alone watching them laugh and be happy. I don’t wanta live in the world. It’s too fucking hard. It’s like I’m in a bubble of sadness and I can almost feel the happiness but then it’s snatched away.

A response to the LGBT+ Community in the comments

After hearing the messages from the Tumblr Community, I was informed by a few tumblrs about how wrong I was in who I was apologising to. I should have apologised to the LGBT+ community rather than the fandom, for the real issue was what was happening in reality, not the fictional world. 

In reality, your community have been subjected to all sorts of painful things; bullying, insensitivity (like my earlier comment and initial ‘apology’), harassment, assault, and were even killed for being who you are. It is a subject close to all of your hearts because it’s who you are. You have been attacked from several tiers and groups in society, so I realise and understand why you are so protective of one another. To have me just treat it in a trivial manner by putting it on a pedestal to a popular ship is offensive, rude, and disrespectful. 

What I did earlier with the apology was misdirected, and not enough to repair the damage done. I was naive enough to think that I should be apologising to the YOI fandom when really it was the LGBT+ community that were the most offended. Someone kindly pointed out how fetishisation of same-sex relationships is only there for pleasure, which in reality, its more than just interactions for pleasure in the media, but the formation of a relationship between two people who love each other deeply. Furthermore this person pointed out how I came across as someone who only cared about what was happening in Russia because of the characters, not for the actual genocidal activities that were happening there. It comes across as a shallow, tasteless, and really lacking in a genuine reason to reblog and comment. In fact, it was as if I really didn’t care about the issue at all. 

I wanted to bring people together to fight this atrocity through a Fandom. I thought it’d be a springboard to raise awareness of this issue in the anime community. However, what I received in my inbox demonstrated how shallow I was to use a ship as a reason to fight against the atrocity, but instead, the issue is the right to be who you are and love who you want. You are human beings, not just a mere fetish or fantasy. It was a horrible move on my part, and I am deeply ashamed that I didn’t pick up on this earlier, and apologised to the wrong people. 

So, if anyone out there is still angry and outraged for what I did twice, I hope this apology and explanation will help you understand what I did, why I did it, and what I’ve learned from you guys. You guys pointed out a serious flaw in my thoughts and behaviour, and I thank you for helping me reflect upon myself. I am sorry for what I said and done. You don’t have to take the apology, after all I said the wrong things twice. But I just want to put it out there how upset and ashamed I am to what I did. 

So I’m irritated at the SJM fandom right now. Specifically over the ACOWAR criticisms.

And before you jump down my throat screaming about how I supposedly think people aren’t allowed to be critical about a series I enjoy, let me say something. Y'all are allowed to be critical all you want over ACOWAR. Hell, I agree with a lot of it.

But. You guys keep shitting on the way Mor came out, and that it was only to Feyre, and that it was “cringy,” “rushed,” and wasn’t “realistic.” And, you have a right to that opinion. I’m not going to say you can’t think that. However, I have not disagreed so much over someone’s opinion of a fictional character as much as this one.

Mor came out to one person, one she knew she could trust, would more than likely keep it secret until Mor was comfortable, and wouldn’t have told anyone until Mor told them first. That’s incredibly realistic. Like I’m not gonna come out to a random friend. I’m going to come out to someone who I know without a doubt wouldn’t walk into a room ten minutes later and shout “Hey, look! She’s gay!” Feyre is that person to Mor. She’s not comfortable tellling Cassian and Rhys for reasons I can’t quite figure out yet. She can’t tell Amren because she’s sealed herself inside her tent. She’s not comfortable telling Azriel for obvious reasons. So she tells the one person she can.

And for those of you saying the way she did it was cringeworthy and unrealistic, please stop. Now. Like I’m begging you to please stop. Why? Because it’s damn hurtful. Like I see people saying it and it kind of makes me want to cry. I came out to several people in a similar fashion. It had been after a major argument. I told them the reasoning why I had stayed closeted for so long.

Not all coming out talks are happy, or between all your friends – no matter how close you are to them – at once. Not all people have families who’d accept it (granted this is a common known fact).

And as someone who came out as bi like Mor, and someone who knows even more people who came out similarly, you guys saying shit like “Mor’s coming out was so horrible and unrealistic,” is hurtful and horrible to anyone who relates to that.

Yes, it was a bit rushed and a bit unexpected, and yes be critical about it that way, but don’t claim that the way Mor did it isn’t realistic. Because I guarantee it’s plenty more realistic than you think.

i know you need it, do you feel it? || kidge week 2016 day 3

A/N: guess who’s still not done with last year’s prompts and is currently scrambling on her ass to write like 4 more kidge fics and cramming another 10 for other pairings? 

anyways this takes place after this fic. title is derived from victorious by p!atd


Prompt: Competition 

Summary:  A little sparring match between Keith and Pidge gets a little out of hand. Lance’s stupid face doesn’t do much help either.

AO3 Link: X


Keith found himself in a dilemma.

Of course, what more would you expect if you just realized (very late, he might add) that you had feelings for one of your closest friends?

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BTS reaction to them cheating on you but you don’t want to leave them

Anon said:  Bts reaction to them admitting to cheating on their S/O but you loving them so much that you stay with them ❤❤

- I wrote like short scenarios for each of members. So I HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3


Jungkook

“Jungkook… I-I love you so much that I don’t want to leave you. Everyone deserves a second chance.” you spoke looking at him
“What if people don’t always deserve a second chance?” he said looking to the ground, being quiet
He loves you too. But he done something he can’t forgive himself. He wants you to leave, live a better life with someone better.

Originally posted by baracindy

Jimin:

Taking a deep breath, he thinks of the words you are saying. How it is great on one side you actually would forgive him, but he hurt you. 
He’ll tell you to leave him, just go. Go away from him, he’s bad guy and doesn’t want to hurt you anymore.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung:

He’ll be shocked with the fact you saying you still love him and don’t want to break up.
“I- Y/N I cheated on you” he would say looking at you 
“I don’t care-”
“I don’t want you to be with someone like me” he would cut you off and silence would fill up the room 
“Go and be happy Y/N. I broke you heart. I hurt you” he would tear up 

Originally posted by jjks

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Breakup, makeup.

His back was aching and the thick leather jacket felt heavy on his back, He supposed the weight was both physical and mental but right now all he cared about was getting the offending article off of his body and onto the nearest surface. Jughead slammed through the front door of his fathers run down trailer and dropped onto the couch by the kitchen, learning how to ride a motorcycle was simple but after a few weeks it was really taking a toll on his bones, the unfamiliar ache spreading as he stretched out. Just as his eyes fluttered shut a slow knock came from the front door.

“Fuck.” Jughead groaned, not again. Hadn’t he done enough for the Serpents this week? Didn’t he deserve to get even an hour of sleep? Jughead rose to his feet purposefully slow.
The knocking persisted and Jughead growled angrily

“I’m fucking coming.” He bit out, ripping open the door, ready to chew out whoever had come to bother him.

“Hi juggie.”

Betty stood in front of him, her immaculate ponytail was slicked back perfectly, not a hair out of place, she wore a light blue Peter Pan dress and a pressed pink cardigan, her feet tucked into Mary Janes as she shifted under his gaze. It had been two weeks since he had seen his girlfriend and there were significant changes to her being. Betty had definitely lost weight, her dress hanging slightly on her waist, dark purple bags trying desperately to be hidden by makeup, he glanced down to see her hands shaking against the fabric of her dress.

“Betts.” He whispered, reaching a hand out for her, they had been texting but it was hardly once a day and it was never any longer than three words long.

She stepped to the side, avoiding his grasp
“Is it okay if I come in? I promise I won’t be long, I know you’re busy.”

Jughead nodded absently, the sting of her rejection making him wince.

Betty stepped into the beat up trailer and scanned the area quickly, it was a mess, even worse than when sheriff Keller had ransacked the place. Jughead rubbed a hand to his neck

“If I knew you were stopping by I would’ve.. ya know… fixed it up.” He defended weakly.

Betty turned to him then

“It’s okay. I’m not staying, I just came here too.. well I just came here to say Thankyou for our relationship, you taught me a lot and I’m so grateful to have gotten to know you if even for such a short time .” She looked above Jugheads head, eyes set and determined as her hands shook.

Jugheads head snapped up
“What? What do you mean a short time? Where are you going?”

Betty continued to stare, her eyes darting from the front door to the kitchen
“I’m not going anywhere.. come on Jughead this relationship.. well it’s not working. You called it a long time ago, we’re very different and with all the drama in our lives, I hardly think we have time, you have the Serpents and your new school and I have my parents and my brother and the babies..”

Jughead cut her off
“Your brother? You have a brother?”

Betty glanced at him now
“It doesn’t matter. Don’t you see? We hardly know each other anymore. I mean I haven’t seen you in two weeks. I just .. I think it would be best if we went our separate ways.”

Jughead saw the lie reflected clearly in the blondes shiny green eyes, she didn’t want to break up, she was miserable just like he was, he couldn’t count the nights he had stayed up thinking of her soft voice and warm hands, she was the only thing that was keeping him from drowning, there was no way he could lose her.

“Okay well, I’m going to go. Thank you once again and I wish you nothing but the best in everything.” Betty’s overly formal tone made Jugheads stomach clench as she headed for the door.

“No.” he finally spoke

Betty stiffened her back to him.

“No” Jughead continued “we aren’t breaking up, I’m not going to let this happen.” His voice was final as he walked towards the blonde ponytail, she still remained still as stone.

“Betty? Did you hear me? I said..”

She whipped around l, whacking Jughead in the face with her ponytail, her eyes were red rimmed as tears fell freely, Jughead felt as though he’d been punched in the gut.

“We are breaking up! I can’t do this anymore! I waited and waited and waited for you! I gave you space, I left you alone, I never once asked about the Serpents. And even when you shut me out I still waited. You didn’t even see Jughead! I’m falling, I’m falling so fast and there’s no one there to catch me, eventually I’m gonna land and I’m never gonna be able to get back up. So let me go because I can’t afford to watch you leave me. I Can’t take anymore.” Betty panted, her voice now hoarse from yelling.

In seconds flat Jughead had her wrapped in his arms, squeezing her as tight as humanly possible as buried his face in her hair and whispered

“I know, I’m so sorry. I know baby, I’m so so sorry.”

She cried openly, desperate, heartsick tears falling on Jugheads white t shirt as she gripped his back.

After what felt like hours Betty lay slumped against his chest, he took a deep breath

“I know I’ve been horrible and I know I haven’t been there and I’m so sorry for that, I’m falling too and I need you, we need each other. I’m done living my life without you, I can’t live without you. I am never leaving you, I know that it’s selfish considering all the emotional baggage I bring with me but damnit I need you too much to let you go.” His own tears were gathering in his eyes as he stared down at the love of his life.

“But Jughead..” Betty whispered weakly

He shook his head
“Please Betty, don’t give up on me. I’m gonna be here I promise you. We’re gonna fix this because that’s what we do, We solve problems. Please ..don’t let go.” He choked out, a stray tear falling to his shirt.

Betty sighed, her shaking fingers coming up to rest on his chest.

“Okay. Okay Jughead, I won’t.”

Why I dislike AqAdvisor.

I’ve seen AqAdvisor gaining traction again and I am really not a fan. It has a lot of flaws, so much so that I don’t at all recommend bothering with it. I think it’s too easy for it to mislead you. Really, I’m sugar coating it. I think it’s a nice idea, but the calculator just doesn’t actually apply to real life tanks, so to me its pretty much worthless. I cannot stand how much positive attention this thing gets when it can so often be very VERY wrong.

Just check this out:

I trimmed it down to the important bits, but this is me just playing around real quick to see how ridiculous I can get this. I would hope you can all look at it and immediately see the things wrong with this imaginary tank without my help, but just in case I picked some fish you’re unfamiliar with I’ll break it down.

So first off, I started out with a 180g tank (the favorite of “monster” fish keepers that like to keep their fish in undersized tanks - I guess 180g just feels really big or something), with 200g filter capacity. I overshot the filter because one of AqAdvisor’s biggest flaws is that everything revolves around filtration capacity - it seems to run on the premise that overfiltering effectively creates a larger usable volume. I’m sure I could get really ridiculous and make a tiny tank with massive filtration capacity, and REALLY see how far I can push it. Maybe I’ll do that next.

Then I started tossing in a horrible mix of incompatible fishes, to see what it would let me get away with. Let’s look at those:
1 x “Lima Shovelnose Catfish”, Sorubim lima - A 19.9″ SL fish that really ought to have a tank no smaller than 500g based on size alone. Aqadvisor thinks it’s acceptable to house a fish in an tank closer to 3 times its length. I have so many complaints with this, but I’ll move on.
5 x “Neon Tetra”, Paracheirodon innesi - A schooling fish naturally found in massive groups, that really ought to be 12+. Aqadvisor let me put a minimum of 5. Oh hey also, check that out. S. lima is a huge predatory catfish, but AqAdvisor isn’t concerned about these little guys getting eaten.
1 x “Guppy”, Poecilia reticulata - These are social, shoaling fish that should not be housed singly. But AqAdvisor thinks a solo guppy is okay, and doesn’t think S. lima is going to eat this lonely little fish either. Also hardwater to brackish? But supposedly they’re compatible with all these soft water fishes.
1 x Royal Pleco, Panaque nigrolineatus - This is no small fish either, maxing out at 13.4″ SL. But AqAdvisor is only concerned about the availability of wood for this fish. This fish does actually fit in this tank size (bare minimum based on size, without waste or activity taken into account), and the tank being overfiltered is good for it being a pleco. I mostly tossed this one in here to see if a waste producing machine would make a measurable impact on water quality values. (Hint: It didn’t.)
5 x Denisoni Barb, Puntius (Sahyadria) denisonii - Tossed them in for fun. 5 is apparently an acceptable shoal size. Another group to fill space. They are river fish though. (See WCMMs below.)
5 x “Galaxy Rasbora”, Danio margaritatus - See my notes on neons, except wow true nano, still supposedly not S. lima food. Maybe AqAdvisor just thinks these fish are too small for the cat to notice or care? (Not accurate.)
5 x “White Cloud Mountain Minnow”, Tanichthys albonubes - Same notes as above small schooling fish, but I’m skeptical about how well their water needs match these other fish. These are clear water, basically hillstream fish that like it cool. The others are tropical, and I know off the top of my head that Neon Tetras are blackwater fish. But AqAdvisor is fine with them living together.
1 x Licorice Gourami, Parosphromenus dessineri - Hang on, hang on, REALLY? Monster cats in little tanks is a special sore spot for me, but I think this upsets me the most. I can have a solo rare fish from a disappearing habitat that needs to be preserved by the hobby, in this mess of a tank? A blackwater specialist that belongs in a breeding project? And oh hey, snack sized for S. lima. But nope, AqAdvisor has no qualms with this.
1 x Zebra Oto, Otocinclus cocama - Did a zebra just for fun. But hey, ALL otos are shoaling fish that require large social groups and established tanks. I’m hesitant to even suggest that 6 is a sufficient minimum - they’d do best if you shoot for more. Aqadvisor let me keep one solo, maybe they thought it was intentionally in there as another snack for the S. lima. (Either way, it will be.)
1x Dwarf Cory, Corydoras hastatus - Also a shoaling fish that needs a group, which AqAdvisor somehow seems completely unaware of. Also will be S. lima food.
1 x African Butterfly Cichlid, Anomalochromis thomasi - Okay, I was trying to last minute tack on the African Butterfly Fish and grabbed this guy by mistake. I know nothing of cichlids. I’m sure there’s something wrong with him being here too, who knows. (For those curious, if I had added the ABF it wouldn’t have told me anything about it eating my nanofish - it just warned me that they jump. Thanks AqAdvisor.)

Take a look at the temperature range. These fish can only be housed together in a way that some of them don’t end up in inhospitable conditions if they are maintained at this one precise temperature. (That means they’re incompatible!) That pH range is a bit narrow too.

And the only note is the concern about providing the pleco wood. At least they don’t want the kiddo (a xylivore) to starve. But for those unfamiliar, AqAdvisor DOES let you know about incompatibility issues right here in this note section if the species has had anything programmed in about it. It doesn’t think these fish are incompatible at all.

AND IT SAYS I’M STILL OVERFILTERING, ONLY NEED TO CHANGE 18% PER WEEK, AND AM ONLY 66% STOCKED! The Panaque alone could be a fully stocked tank. The Sorubim is an overstocked tank. This is ridiculous. This is unacceptable.

This is why you don’t use AqAdvisor.

(Anyone else feel free to see what other horrible stocking it lets you get away with and add them on!)

Midsummer Feelings - Neville Longbottom | Harry Potter

Originally posted by ginnyweassley

Requested by @cecesunshine-fanfictions

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Female!Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Warning: None, just a cute and brave Neville.

Wordcount: 1265


It was midsummer 1997, and the sun was burning Neville’s skin. Only a few days parted him from Hogwarts, but he wasn’t excited as usual. After Severus Snape, his Professor and now Headmaster killed Albus Dumbledore, everyone feared to go back. The only person who could help them was Harry Potter, but a rumour had speared that he won’t come back for this year. It was Neville’s last year of school and he actually wanted to show everyone that he is a real Gryffindor. It was not an easy job because his grandmother got, even more, protective after Voldemort’s return. She may be one of the reasons why Neville was so insecure but they loved the each other deeply.

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Why Her? (Part 15)

Prompt: You’re in love with Chris Evans…but your best friend is dating him

Warning: language, adult content-ish? Jealousy, drama-rama

Word count: 630

Note: This is for one of my bestest friends. I hope she enjoys it! @amarvelouswritings This will feature Sebastian Stan and OFC Lexi. This is a drabble/short chapter series. Beta’d by the perfect @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Forever Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please@superwholocked527​ @myparadise1998 @sandlee44

Chris Evans Tags: @nedthegay@camigt1999@lostinspace33@alwayshave-faith@elleatrixlestrange

Why Her Tags: @seargantbcky @sevennight7 @supernatural-girl97​  @princess76179@nerdingoutismylife@shamvictoria11@ajaxfuckingfreeman@rda1989@soundslikevanilla@karlhacontreras@tacohead13​ @masha-meow01 @elyza-jeanette  @forever-wander-neversettle @sorryimacrapwriter @buenostardissherlock @wangdeasang @justformarvel @loki-bucky-wanda-ohmy @queendivaofthedark @thejulesworld @patzammit @bucky-heaven-james @heytherepartner @annielovescupcakes @literallykaylenn @darkraeraecosplay

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You arrived at work and your boss informed you that you were to work on Chris Evans again, per his request.

“What? Really?” you asked, flabbergasted.

“Yeah, now get over there,” she instructed.

You dashed over to his usual chair where he sat waiting for you.

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anonymous asked:

(Same anon) I am so sorry...I didn't mean to..I didn't know you had friend and they're gone...I was just upset about amyiplier..I still can get over the fact that their dating. Again I am so sorry...

Ooooohh hahaha okay I get it now, well if you still hate me and all of my art by the end of day, Then i am okay. I don’t care if people hate me because of whatever reason I have done.

As long as you still having fun and take care. as mean and horrible people can be on the internet, to me they deserve to live and more love too.

So please anon don’t make a suicide joke nor ever thought of a suicide, your life is worth it and you have more good things yet to be done in this world. I believe in you to be a good person and spread positivity as much as you can! *hugs and kisses* 😁😙❤

And it’s okay, my friend died 2 years ago and I hate to be a downer to bring that stuff up but yes she was a sweetheart and she’s one of the reason why I try to be a positive and a better person. 😊❤

Don’t Cry

Originally posted by jonginmypocket

Title: Don’t Cry 

Pairing: Joshua x Reader 

Genre: Angst & Fluff

A/N: And so my music Scenarios continue, I apologise for me being like this haha, this one is more angsty. If you don’t know Seventeens newest song Don’t Wanna Cry, then listen to it. This fic was based off the song. Enjoy. <3 


So that’s it then?” Joshua mumbled as he watched you fidget with your fingers, staring at the ground.

“You are just too busy Joshua, and I am getting in your way,” you mumbled, too scared to look up at him. “I think for the both of us, it would be better if we just didn’t.”

A low sigh left his lips as you both stood there staring at each other.

He knew you were right, that this was too much for the both of you right now, but he didn’t want to lose you this easy, not to something silly like time. Furrowing his brow he went through any way possible he could make it work.

“Joshua, I don’t wanna cry, please just let me go,” you saw finally having the courage to look up at him.

This time he looked away, his figure slumping slightly. “Fine. Go,” he says quietly.

You both stand there for another moment before you nod, and quickly turn and walk away.

Joshua stood there, staring to his side, determined not to watch you walk away, but failed. He glanced over to see you right before you turned the corner.

His world came crashing down, he bit his lip and looked at the ground, a single tear started to run down his face. How had he left things to get this out of hand? How had he just let you walk away from like that?

No. You didn’t want to cry, but he was sure you were doing so right now, just like him. Hurt. Just like him.

He ran, ran around the corner so fast and down the sidewalk to you, but stopped when he saw you ahead of him. Just as he had suspected, you were crying and hiding your face from other people passing.

A part of him hesitated at this moment, how could he do this, what if you got angry with him, but at this moment as he continued to watch you walk away, crying just like him, he couldn’t take it.

He walked up next to you and grabbed your arm and pulled you into a small alleyway and pinned you against the wall.

You gasped and looked up at him, tears rolling down your face only to see tears also falling down his.

“No, I can’t let you leave, I am not going to let you go that easily. You don’t want to cry, and neither do I, but here we are both crying because we need each other.”

Before you could speak a word his arms were wrapped around yours and his lips were on yours, warmth and sweet memories flooded onto your lips. The tears stopping at once.

He was right, you needed him just as much as he needed you. You were just scared of the lack of time you had spent together because of his touring and promotions.

You broke the kiss and looked up at him and tears began to fall down your face, you felt so guilty for hurting him, for jumping ship before he could even fight for himself.

“Hey, please don’t cry sweetheart. I know you are struggling and I am sorry that I haven’t been able to be here to support you like the good boyfriend I am supposed to be.  I am not going to let go of you that easy you understand. I LOVE you,” he said kissing you again.

You couldn’t say it, not after all you had just done and said to him. You felt horrible. As he broke the kiss he pulled you against his chest and stroked your hair as he rested his chin on your head. “I know you can’t tell me that in return right now, I understand. I just want you to know that I care and that we will get through this. Together.”


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Okay, so, yet another shitpile of doodles for my rotbtd voltron!au (bcs i am a rofesional trash lmao)

I have a heap of ideas forthis which were very enthusiastically approved by @fanaticfangirl2602. I’m gonna list them under the cut to explain what is going on in the drawings. Keep in mind that I am not strictly following the plot of the show but just going with what I think would be cool or fitting the characters.

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As Am I

Request: Hello hello hello lovely 😆😆 can you pretty please with a cherry on top do a King roan x reader where the reader was part of the 100 and they had met when they landed and been together from then on? (This is the HORRIBLY worded) also I’m just lladore your work you inspire me to soon start my own on tumbler ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get up! I finally have free time and just finished writing FTC for tomorrow, so I decided to get my requests (finally) done. Thank you so much, i’m so glad I could be of inspiration. DM me your account, i’ll check out your work ; )

Pairing: Roan x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by onlymorelove

“Remember when I first came down?” You asked sleepily, leaning against the warm and muscular chest of Roan. His hands were wound around your waist, holding you tight against himself as you both were surrounded by silence. You could feel his breaths as his stomach move up and down slowly, you could feel his breath on the top of your head as well. 

Roan groaned, shifting so he was slightly more comfortable and you were within viewing point. He smiled down at you, allowing his hand to fall on your face so he could stroke it. You never saw this side of him if you were around others. Being the new commander meant a different face, meant acting tough and being strong. You’d accepted the fact a long time ago, but that didn’t mean you sometimes missed when he’d hold your hands in front of others, and kiss you on the cheek when in public.

“Yeah.” Roan nodded, pressing a kiss against your head. “Best day of my life.” You giggled upon his sweet talk, looking up at him with a smirk. “Wasn’t originally.” You teased; “you wanted to kill me that day.” Roan rolled his eyes upon your words, sitting more up. You followed his lead, twisting in his lap so you were now facing him.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice.” He argued, you opened your mouth in indignation, shocked that he would say such a thing. Biting your lip from smiling, you crossed your arms over your chest. “And how exactly did I do that?”

“You were part of the sky-people, our sworn enemy that day.” Roan explained and you reluctantly nodded your head. He wasn’t wrong. “Plus, it didn’t help but when you were pointing your own gun at my head.” You held up your hands, backing down. “Okay, okay.” You smiled, dropping your hands and leaning forward on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, snuggling you closer to him.

“Besides I didn’t know you then.” He whispered quietly. Closing your eyes, you nodded, agreeing with him. You hadn’t known Roan then, you didn’t know that just meeting him that day would blossom into this kind of a relationship. You were beyond thankful that you had met him that day and were beyond thankful you had been able to continue seeing him despite the war between your people.

Looking up at him, you stared into his eyes, finding all that you’ve ever wanted on there. “I am grateful, you know, that you trust me.” You whispered in a hush, so that he could only barely hear your words. But you knew he did, you knew when his hands grabbed a hold of your face, such gentleness and kissed your forehead.

“As am I.”

The Burden of Caring – Part One: All Things Considered [Ash's Negan Writing Challenge, Round Two Submission.]

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Chronicles of a perfectionist

Okay for the record this is not me bragging but legitimately giving insight into the people that others might roll their eyes at and accuse of bragging or fishing for compliments.

I’m a perfectionist. A people pleaser, someone who obsesses over that one person who doesn’t like me, who sees a sea of good comments and only responds to the one or two that make me feel slightly bad. I am ridiculous. Completely ridiculous, and I know it.

I’ll be honest: I do well in English. I’m incredibly lucky to have such a passion for writing and that it happens to be my match made in heaven level creative outlet. This doesn’t mean I don’t bust my butt and still invest hours and hours into it academically and recreationally. So, with hard work and passion, I’ve managed to maintain all A’s, an A+ on the exam last semester, and my prof has praised my writing and scholarship to multiple people - has gone above and beyond for me, and states her compliments as inalienable facts.

Should be enough, right?

One time last semester, she gave me an A/A- on an assignment. It wasn’t even an A-. It was literally the difference between a 94 and a 98. And my knee jerk reaction? “Oh my god what did I do wrong why do I suck at writing?” I felt the physical symptoms of shame, I felt that I had let her down, I felt that now I was somehow a worse writer.

I was able to move on, because obviously I know that’s a good grade and I worked hard for it. But after sharing my research paper with her last December, I was so terrified that I would “disappoint” her (and myself) yet again that I refused to look at her comments or my grade. I finished with an A, but I assumed she didn’t like it or would say things like “not your best work” etc etc. I assumed I would disappoint her.

When I was on the phone with her yesterday, we were talking about the honors conference, where I have to choose between a division paper I wrote about tumblr from a psychological perspective, and the research paper on letter writing that I did for my final. I was like “I’m not sure if I want to do my division paper or research paper” and she said “well they were both fantastic!” So, I’m guessing I didn’t radically fail, and in fact got a good grade on that paper.

I still refuse to check my grade.

I’m still scared of falling short.

That’s the thing. There are so many facets to this. I know FULL WELL that it’s ridiculous. Would that I could be happy and that my emotions would align with my actual awareness of reality. So when I share a good grade, it’s not just me (casually, IMO) mentioning something nice about my day. It’s the perfectionist in me breathing a sigh of relief: I worked so hard on this, I was terrified and convinced I bombed it, and look, it paid off and I proved something to myself.

Yes, people resent me for getting good grades and “not being happy.” I resent myself too, to a degree. But it’s about so much more than grades. It’s about learning that I cannot always be 100%. I can’t. Not every paper is going to be stellar. Not every person is going to like me. For whatever reason (well there are a lot but that’s a deeper discussion than this), I can’t accept that. I have the drive - the all-consuming, agonizing drive - to be perfect.

And that blinds me to the world. It makes me zero in on the one person who doesn’t think I’m anything special, it causes me to discount the level of support I have - a level which I am honored and blessed and humbled to have - which many people don’t.

Now, this is something I’m working on, and if you guys are interested, I’ll happily share more about my work on this. But my reasons for posting this are:

1. I like discussing these types of things with you guys bc I know it sometimes helps you not feel alone.

2. In light of the entire “sharing grades” thing, this is just another tidbit for people who consider it bragging to say “I worked hard and I got an A and I’m proud.” An A may be academically easy for me (which is not to say it always is), but mentally, emotionally, and even physically - it’s not, at least not always. Please understand how hard I am on myself, and how much I doubt, and so being able to own getting a good grade is a massive step for me. To fight this hard and be told to keep quiet about my success because it’s “insensitive” otherwise will never sit right with me.

3. Someone commented on one of my fics saying that they didn’t like the second chapter as much as the first. Although to a degree that was unnecessary (just skip to the rest of the comment?), it sent me into that same mindset of “oh god I disappointed everyone, I wasn’t as good the second time, I’m a horrible writer,” and so on. It’s terrible and irrational and ridiculous and even narrow-minded and selfish, I’ll admit. But that’s unfortunately where I’m at right now. (Also, I really like the reader who left that comment, so it’s totally not about them, it’s just me battling really hard against that unhealthy and obsessive compulsive mindset.)

Anyway, it’s 1 am and I’m exhausted and not done cramming, so. I’ll talk to you all later. Sorry for the rambling, but I know at least some of y'all appreciate it ;)

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okay guys i need to fucking rant for second. im getting incredibly tired of people glamorizing drug abuse and making into something “beautiful”. this was me days before i overdosed, im sorry but do these pictures look cool? do you seriously want to look how i do in the second photo? i was so miserable and wanted to just die. i was doing 8 balls of coke, heroin, meth, crack, seriously anything you can think of, we were doing 8 balls of it a day. my hair started falling out due to the shock of all the drugs in my system. THIS IS NOT BEAUTIFUL, THIS IS NOT FUN,  THIS IS NOT SOMETHING TO ASPIRE TO. for me, i started off smoking weed when i was 15, by 16 i was doing molly and coke, by 17 i was taking bars all day everyday, by 18 i was smoking meth and by 19 i had done most every drug available. seriously guys this isnt me bragging this me trying to make everyone see THAT THIS IS A DEADLY DISEASE. I ALMOST DIED FROM THIS FUCKING DISEASE. i am absolutely DISGUSTED by instagram/tumblr users that glorify their drug use or glorify their unhealthy bodies since theyre “skinny”. i sometimes miss partying like this, i really do but then i realize that this has caused me the most pain in my life. i have done some horrible, disgusting, cruel, evil things to people while on drugs and i do miss some of those friends i had before. others on the other hand, im glad to see them go. if you couldnt handle maintaining contact with me while i was taking time to heal and better myself you are not my friend. honestly, if you have to question if were friends or not, we probably arent. im sorry for the long ramble but i am so sick and tired of seeing people who are so sick from drugs but just try to pass it off at “heroin chic” or whatever. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS HEROIN CHIC. IF YOU ARE DOING HEROIN YOU ARE NOT CHIC, YOU ARE AN ADDICT AND NEED HELP. i dont care if people get pissed about this post because im so fucking tired of all this shit and it has taken me ALL the strength in this world not to tag people.


I have 84 days off heroin and meth and I will continue to work on myself and continue this path to enlightenment through meditation and connecting with other like minded individuals in this world.


sorry again, 

love u guys who support me <3