this is the one to reblog

One ask

I have one ask of you people- tags on writing reblogs. Even just a couple of words to say you liked something. I’m serious, the smallest sentence of encouragement can mean so much, so please please do this!!! I would really appreciate it, as I know several of my mutual writing friends would. So- tags👏on👏reblogs👏please 💙💙💙 thank you

i am strongly against ship hate unless its like the usual things normal people would hate, but i like really hate lon/gfell/ow/sole, x//6/so//le and g/ag/e/cai/t and like yes these are ships i’ve seen in the tags and like there is no reason for me to hate them but i really do 

The Collector

 I looked up at the night sky and thought of the stories my father used to tell about the stars, the constellations, and it seemed sad that I couldn’t remember a single one of them. There’s a string of stars called Orion’s Belt, and I think Orion is known as a hunter, but I’m not sure of what. It’s funny to think that,  because in a way I’m a hunter, too, only I hunt something more sinister than rabbits, ducks, and whatever else the typical hunter seeks. You see, I’m a collector of haunted items. Contrary to popular belief, actual haunted houses are quite rare; it’s often a single object tying a spirit to this world. When most people think of haunted items, they imagine children’s toys, occult trinkets, or even human remains. But anything can be haunted, really. I once had to uninstall a smoke detector because an old man died in fire, thanks to the faulty alarm not alerting him. I was inspired to collect these vessels of the dead by Disney’s Haunted Mansion ride. The fake ghosts, the voices booming from speakers, even the rattling of a Doom Buggy all fascinated my eight year-old mind, and it’s an interest that’s stuck with me ever since, even now as an adult.

  But how does one find a haunted item? Well, it’s not as easy as opening up the classifieds section of your local newspaper, or finding some tormented family on Craigslist. Most people just outright leave their home if they’re unable to exorcise the spirit. But those who are more stubborn, or attached to their abode, call me. I have my own webpage set up, with plenty of keywords for hauntings so I’m easy to find. I never use my real name, or reveal my face. People who contact me do so because they know the house itself isn’t haunted, and hope I can find whatever’s responsible for their terrifying experiences. I bring my own equipment, as psychic mediums aren’t nearly as common or accessible as television would lead you to believe. It’s all a matter of identifying the lost soul trapped in the building, determining what they would be most likely to attach themselves to, and experimenting with it. The hard part is when my clients blame something obvious like a doll or spirit board for the haunting, and refuse to let me take anything else. Like I said before, anything can be haunted, even if it’s not the obvious choice. Once the object is located, I determine if it could be added to my collection, or if it needs to be burnt. Some spirits are so violent even I can’t handle them, much less take them with me. Or if it’s something like human remains, well, I don’t want to be caught carrying those around. But, if it’s small enough to transport and the spirit is relatively docile, I can take it. Once I’m back to my place, I put it in a secret room, full of protections from various faiths that could subdue the spirits and keep them contained. At this point, you’re probably wondering what I intend to do with these haunted items. Well, as I said before, I’ve always loved the Haunted Mansion. But I want to make it a reality. A building that houses 999 ghosts, all of varying backgrounds and ages, even if they’re not exactly the “Happy Haunts” Disney’s ride is known for. Such a task sounds impossible to do in one’s lifetime, but it really isn’t. All I need to do is open my attraction to visitors a little early… and let my collection grow on its own.

Fever Dreams pt2

Seeing the issue not getting anywhere, Shiro calls the training to an end.
Lance feels an embarrassing if heat fade across his face when he think he is the cause for the short training session.
In 3 long strides, Shiro kneels to get a closer look at Lance. Gently raising Lance’s chin to face him, Shiro places his flesh hand on the boy’s forehead then slides it down to cup his right cheek.
Lance trembles under his touch. It’s probably just the fever but Lance feels so exposed , sensitive to the thought that he is the weakest member on this team. It doesn’t take long for him to realize he is crying. He squeezes his eyes shut.
Dreams of his mama sound so much better than showing weakness in from of his Hero.
Seeing that Lance lost most of his composure, he runs a hand through Lance’s hair pushing it back and out of Lance’s face.
“Okay… You’re okay Lance, just relax.”
“Whats the verdict?” Keith asked.
“He’s burning up and I’m afraid we don’t have the kind of supplies to take care of this.”
“What about a Cyropod?” Pidge mentions.
Shiro smiles sadly at the idea.
“If the fever was from an infection, but the pods can’t fix something that isn’t exactly broken.”

“Alteans have medicine don’t they?”

“This isn’t the same as trying new good Hunk.”

“Keith is right, Alteans have a different anatomy and giving Lance their medicine could end with worse side effects them the initial problem.” Shiro explains.

Lance is staring at them, watching with glazed eyes but he can’t exactly hear what they are saying; almost like someone put cotton in his ears.

“He’s just going to have to push through this the only fashioned way; A lot of Liquids and plenty of rest.”

“Lance did you get that?”
There is a solemn silence that clouds the air.

“Lance buddy, you gotta rest, let’s get you back to bed.” Hunk tries.
Lance doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head and nudges it into the crevice of Hunks Shoulder.
“He’s really sick, isn’t he?” Pidge asked. She’s only known him from her time at the academy but she’s never seen Lance at a loss for words.

“Lance I can make you soup and bring it up to you if you go to your room.” Hunk bribes.
“No.” He croaks.
“Come one Lance,” Keith pushes. He’s not very good at being nurturing but he wants to help the best that he can.

“What do you want? We’re all here trying to help.” Keith growls impatiently.
Lance strikes a glare at Keith but it’s weekend by the the flush on his face.

“I want my mom.” He whimpers.

A ball drops in the pit of Keith’s stomach like glass shattering to the ground.
“Lance.” Keith tries.
“I don’t know why I came down here.” He manages to say while pulling himself up to his feet.
“I..” he stops, his head hurts so much that he doesn’t really remember why he left his bed.
“I wanna go home.” It’s the last thought he shares before everything goes back.


I finally have started something digital again yayyy,, aa

It’s a wip of my OC Nisha’s redesign and I like how it looks so far bjfbgjhbg also hands are hard,, cries

also requests are closed for now bc im still procrastinating my last one,, so.. if u send one i wont do it sorry

Do not re-post, trace over, edit or use my art in any way.

Y’all really need to do better with the shit you are taking as fact. Like if a post on here is claiming so-and-so said whatever, but no where on the post does OP provide a link to a reliable source to the claim. Be suspicious. And no a random screenshot of the supposed quote, from an unknown writer, from an unknown article, from an unknown news site is proof either…

God fucking bless the “worried well” who seek psychotherapy. They can mostly keep their lives/jobs/families running, but want an increase in their mood or quality of life, and come to me for a tune-up. They talk about existential questions and childhood dreams and personal fulfillment, and worry that they’re “whining” or “taking up [my] valuable time.”

I like them for them, of course; I find their lives and worries interesting and valuable, and enjoy the work we do together. But also?

They make the more “serious” work I do possible. People with the greatest need for therapy are frequently the least able to pay for it. When one of my clients loses their job and benefits, they need therapy more, not less. And in private practice I can only afford to keep treating them for free if I have enough people on my caseload who are paying me full price. My ability to volunteer at a homeless shelter and talk to them about grief and trauma is strongly dictated by how many upper-middle-class people pay me $200 an hour to talk about optimal job performance.

And emotionally, it is an honest fucking joy sometimes to get out of a session with someone whose childhood abuse makes their entire life difficult, and spend an hour talking to one of my worried writer clients about anxiety management and creativity and nothing too deeply painful.

So if you’ve ever paid a therapist but felt self-indulgent or whiny or like your problems “weren’t serious enough”: please know you’re valuable and important. Not just for yourself (though you are), but because your presence in that therapy room makes a lot of other things possible.

So the Indian Supreme Court passed a judgement today which basically states that freedom of sexual orientation is now a fundamental right in the country. And any discrimination on basis of sexual orientation will now be taken as unconstitutional and against the law.

This from a country where homosexuality was illegal till date. Like, today I am literally shook™ but so, so proud of India.


                                                   LEARN YOUR HISTORY.

I wanted to create a short, simple guide to the history & origins of the pride flags and get people to learn more about the symbols of our community. I know this isn’t the complete list, but I wanted to start this off with these 7. Hopefully, in the future I will update and add some more. This has been a long research & creation process. I’m open to suggestions.

And please don’t leave hateful comments. 


I love every fanfiction author on earth !!! Thank you so much for using your own time to provide us with a free(!) story to read that is 10x better than every book I have read put in one!

For long fic writers: Your detailed fics are so amazing and you amaze me every single time with the amount of research and time you have put into your beautiful works! Whether I am looking to kill time or just want something to distract me you have provided me with that, and I am so glad we have writers like you!

For short fic writers: Your fluffy/angsty/smutty/all of the above fics are so nice to read after a long day! When I just need something small because I don’t have the energy for something long, you wrote something for yourself and shared it with us, and I am so glad that we have writers like you!

If you write fluff; Thank you so much! I love reading your self-indulgent fics. They are so sweet and adorable and those characters definitely would do that.

If you write angst; Thank you so much! I love reading your painful fics. I’m always excited to see how it will end and if things will ever get better.

If you write smut; Thank you so much! I love reading your own fantasies(or realities, or just what you chose to write). They make me smile and blush.

If you write romance; Thank you so much! I love reading about my otp falling in love over and over. Even if it is cliché, it’s also unique and I’m still  surprised each time.

If you write about platonic relationships; Thank you so much! I love reading about my favorite best friends and siblings. You bring something not often seen and your courage is amazing.

If you write crack; Thank you so much! I love reading your random fics. They make me laugh time and time again and even if they are weird and ooc, they are amazing too.

If you write anything else; THANK YOU SO MUCH! Whatever it is you write, it is amazing and I love it. 

I know my singular opinion doesn’t mean much when there are millions of people on this earth, but I want it to be heard!


Stanley had been through so much in his life. He needs a lot of love 

From getting harassed by bullies…

To getting depression over the idea of his brother leaving him…

To his dad kicking him out…

To having many business failures and being in some prisons….

to getting a burnt mark from his brother…

To losing his brother for 30 years…

To losing his girlfriend Carla to a hippie…

To being through many divorces…

To being lonely for awhile on a fishing trip…

To losing his beloved wax statue…

To getting emotional over a sad film….

To getting torchered with tomato…

To getting torchured by kids on Summerween

To losing a lot of money on Cash Wheel…

To getting torchured by Gideon over his favorite chair in the public pool…

To losing the shack and making the kids leave for a while…

To being hurt that his brother had rejected him even after he saved him…

To being heartbroken when he thought that he wasn’t a hero to the kids…

To being hurt when the townspeople ignored him…

To losing his memory when he saved everyone from Bill…

And to having to say goodbye to the kids at the end of the summer.

Poor Stan, he’s really been through way too much in his life. 

Reblog to show him love and that you care and appreciate him :*)

Also give him a big hug. He really needs it, folks :*)

no offence but let yourself be ugly!! you don’t have to fix your hair if you’re not going anywhere you don’t have to cover up ur spots or change out of your lounge pants to go buy milk like damn we really gotta let ourselves be comfortable without constantly apologising for just looking normal and it’s hard but i think we need to practice looking in the mirror and saying i look ugly af today and that’s okay!! tru self care is letting urself be ugly tbh