this is the worst one ever

anonymous asked:

fee i need autistic reyna pls ud be good at this

i just had a fucking RAGER of a shutdown like the worst one ever and i’m trying to pull myself out of it so really what better of a time than this

  • she uses the exact same communication methods when she’s commanding a crowd as she does in every day conversation. it’s a little offputting and perplexing to everyone else, and she struggles very hard to communicate one on one.
  • she always thought she’d be a terrible leader because she really just doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to people and making people like her, but she’s stunned to find that 1. giving uninterrupted speeches where she gets very passionate about her topic go over quite well in front of a crowd 2. being very Intense and Focused when making a point in front of an audience is perceived as a sign of strength and wisdom, rather than aggressive or a turn off like it is when making small talk
  • her movements seem kind of mechanical or stuttered to most people. the only time her body seems to work the way she needs it to is when she’s fighting.
  • her lending her strength out to other people is genuinely the most selfless and compassionate act she’s capable of making, because it depletes nearly all of her spoons and makes her enormously vulnerable until she has time to recharge
  • she has such a difficult time with sarcasm. she ends up being grateful for her reputation as a super intense and slightly terrifying leader because this is the facade she uses to disguise that she literally cannot understand other people’s senses of humor sometimes.
  • she’s actually a super sweet and sensitive person but she often panics and feels so uncomfortable when other people start making jokes or using heavy sarcasm or excessively dry humor that she doesn’t understand, so she’ll leave the room.
  • it’s really sad and makes her feel sort of helpless because she can’t quite make friends and everyone seems to think she hates them, but she doesn’t realize that she has a resting bitch face and she just really truly genuinely forgets to say basic greetings sometimes.
  • she h h h h aa a a t e s showering, the water pellets feel like they’re attacking her and bar soap is hopelessly dry and starchy feeling and scented shampoos or shower gels feel nice but are so strongly scented that it sends her into sensory hell
  • she is absolutely floating on cloud nine when she discovers the roman baths.
  • sometimes she’ll be doing okay and everything will be cool but she just. needs a second. so she’ll quick find a door to lock herself behind and FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP….”phew.” and then go resume whatever she was doing.
  • she has a playlist of instrumental music (her faves are strings) and after a hard day of praetor work, she’ll put her headphones in and slowly rock back and forth to unwind. that’s like her favorite activity to do she could sit like that for hours.
  • she doesn’t really have meltdowns or shutdowns in the traditional sense but she DOES dissociate when she gets like really agitated. it’s a fairly new symptom (or it used to happen rather a bit when she was younger but she seems to have blocked it out, because it stopped when she arrived at camp jupiter and only starts up again once the war is over.) it’s more connected to her emotional state than anything else.
  • she looks very outwardly chill when she’s dissociating and it tends to be the “my body is moving on autopilot but i actually have literally no control of what i’m doing rn and i feel like i’m watching myself from outside my body” kind. if it gets REALLY bad though (like as in she’s very very agitated and emotionally distressed) it’s the “who’s fucking hand is this” kind
  • her dogs act like therapy dogs, really. she’s such a lucky bastard to have them i swear
  • she can usually sense when she’s going nonverbal before it actually happens (Luck y BASTARD) so she’ll start communicating in grunts and one word answers on purpose to like, charge up, or store energy or whatever.
  • she’s really good at keeping several spoons on reserve for important moments. she unfortunately had a lot of time to practice this with a childhood as rough and awful as her’s was.
  • if she says “i don’t want to talk about this” she really fucking means i literally do not—cannot talk about this right now and if you do not drop it i am literally going to fucking lose it. she usually leaves the room before it gets that bad.
  • cc’s spa is such a nice place for her because she can just braid people’s hair for hours and hours and she doesn’t have to talk to them or look at them she can just like use their hair and it feels so stimmy and nice
  • she is a hu m m e r she does a steady monotone hum when she’s happy or content or relaxed. circe’s customers used to gossip about it and she got really embarrassed so she made herself stop, and she doesn’t pick up the habit again until she’s at camp jupiter.
  • jason always thought it was really cute and he wisely never commented on it because he had a feeling it would make her self conscious (he was right). he always felt strangely honored that she felt comfortable enough that she would do it in front of him (even if he didn’t understand that it was a stim, he clearly knew it was something she did when she was happy and relaxed and only when she was alone or alone with him).
  • she was selectively mute (partially nonverbal??? idk what the terminology is for this is actually but It’s A Thing) as a child and so that was how she got diagnosed, because her teachers were always like “um HELLO sir your daughter doesn’t speak to us?? literally ever???” and her dad was like a total deadbeat, so he probably just punished her for it or called her stupid or whatever, but hylla exhausted all her resources researching it and was the best most supportive big sister any autistic kid could ask for.
  • eye contact is super bad in one on one or small scale situations but once again she looks a lot more comfortable in a crowd because she can just stare at everyone’s forehead or scan faces without really seeing
  • she’s super hyperempathetic towards animals!!!! (don’t fucking make me think about scipio!!!!!!! there was no fucking reason he needed to die!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • also animals really like her. this is a helpful skill when meeting lupa, understandably. she’s very good at wolf language, considering she doesn’t use words as her like most primary kind of communication (and sometimes feels like verbal speech is impossible)

I’m excited for the next ep but … damn. It’s been five seasons, Emma and Hook have been a thing since the end of s3 … and within one night, after a fight that doesn’t even compare (in my mind) to Emma literally turning Hook into the Dark One, she’s ready to just give up on him and go out for drinks with Snow and Regina to get over her broken heart??

Emma! Doesn’t it seem a bit out of character for him to just disappear???? Has he ever done this before?? No!

I’d think something was up, not just automatically think the worst, but then again, they all seem to resort to “Hook = no-good pirate” without a thought to the fact that he’s been desperate to change and move on from that part of his past that he’s ashamed of?? That the dude has self-loathing issues as high as the Empire State Building??

And Regina and Snow - they’re perfectly happy to want to help her GET OVER him?? Just last ep they were both THRILLED and HAPPY that Emma and Hook were gonna get married, but nah, he’s gone so he’s instantly just back to being nothing, nothing to waste a thought over???

Wow.

anonymous asked:

ever notice how no one tags you in anything? its because everyone really dislikes you. im in several group chats where people talk shit about how annoying you are. also ithe fact that your fic is a complete plagiarized from other better fics ive read on here is really shitty. you should apologize for plagiarizing and alss for being fucking awful.

I’m going to ignore the rest of the this message, but I would never plagiarize some one else’s writing. End of story. 

may I also suggest something else as a better use of your time? baking? knitting? kickboxing? take care of yourself, dude. By harboring this much hate, you’re doing nothing but hurting yourself. I hope things start looking up for you soon.

Also, I’m going to tell you what my dad told me. You don’t always have to like everyone, but you do have to show them kindness and respect. I don’t particularly care if people don’t like us, but maybe keep it to yourself next time. 

all the love, c & c music factory 

HIDDEN | One

Originally posted by wonhontology

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This little piece right here is the first part of a mini series I’m planning. The first sentences are part of a writing prompt that I found (I needed help to get out of my writer’s block) and so this came out. I hope you like it, and please stay tuned for more.

Genre: Angst/Fluff 

Synopsis: Food poisoning is one of the worst things ever, and on the night you couldn’t stop throwing up, you needed your best-friend to be there for you. The problem is… he didn’t even come looking for you until the next day.

Warning: There will be violence, cursing, and smut in future chapters.


“I hate you,” you spat.

“Okay, okay, reasonable, but have you considered this… I’m awesome,” he said, with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“I hate you even more now.”

He pushed your shoulder and whined. “Come on! I’m not that bad, at least you should be proud to have a celebrity as your best-friend. And a good-looking celebrity at that.”

“Best-friend, my ass. You’re the most stuck up, most self-centered person I’ve ever met!” You stood up from your seat in the leather couch and grabbed your purse and keys. You were ready to run for it, you didn’t want to see his face any longer. He disappointed you and left you alone when you needed him the most. Then, he was brave enough to have a pleasant conversation with you like nothing happened at all.

“Stop!” He said, all of the joking now dropped. “Don’t walk through that door.”

“Or what?”

He sighed, taking his head in his hands. He scratched the nape of his neck and when he finally looked up, his expression turned somber.

“Look, I admit it, okay? I wasn’t there and I should’ve been.” He stood up, walking towards you. “I’m sorry you had to take yourself to the hospital and that I wasn’t even able to answer my phone.” His eyes turned red and you could see they were bothering him. He was on the edge of tears, but he swallowed the tightness that was quickly taking over his throat. “Trust me, it hurts me to think that you had walk alone and have doctors put needles in your arms, without me being there, holding your hand to make sure everything was okay.”

It was your turn. Your eyes began to sting at the memory.

It’s winter, yet you had to put on your own coat and leave the house at 2:00AM in the morning, because you couldn’t stop throwing up. You were dizzy, weak, the remainders of yesterday’s pizza was quickly coming up your throat and for three times in a row, you tried to take it all out of your system. By the fourth attempt, you decided that it was too much, you were too dehydrated and you could feel it. Your hands were shaking, but it wasn’t from the cold. Your chest and head were throbbing and everything was spinning. Your body felt too light, and you knew that it wasn’t right. So, you did what any person would do and tried to call your one and only friend, Wonho. You needed help, but when he didn’t respond, you began to cry out of frustration and just called a cab to pick you up.

A tear ran down and you cursed yourself for letting it fall in front of him. “What was so important, Wonho? Huh? Were you really that deep in your sleep? Or where you out? Where were you? Why didn’t you even glanced at your screen?!” You shouted, but you were crying by now and you were so mad at yourself for breaking down like this.

He said your name in a whisper and he raised his hand to your cheek, cleaning the tears that were falling. You pushed his chest, he took a step back.

“D-Don’t touch m-me.”

“(Y/N)…”

“You’re too late now, Wonho. I’m hurt, and I needed you by my side.”

“I know, I know… But please, (Y/N) trust me!” Seeing you cry in front of him, broke the last strength he had for him to remain composed. He began to let his tears fall and his voice was calling in desperation. “If I would’ve been able run to you at that moment, I would’ve done it in a blink of eye. You have to trust me, (Y/N). You have to trust that I didn’t ignore you.” He took both of your hands in his, and brought your knuckles to his lips. “Please…”

You looked down to his actions, and for some reason you didn’t reject it. You didn’t reject his affection and you were beginning to feel odd. However, you brushed it off and focused on the problem at hand. “Then what was so important, Wonho? Why couldn’t you come to me?”

He didn’t say anything. He just kept kissing your knuckles, giving you complete silence.

“Ah… is this how’s it’s going to be? You’re keeping secrets from me now? When did you begin to do that? We promised each other that—”

“We will never keep secrets from one another,” he finished. “I know.”

“Then why? What aren’t you telling me?” Through your tears, you were searching for an answer in his eyes, but you didn’t find any.

He let go of one of your hands and cupped the side of your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. “Please, trust me. You know me well enough to know that I would never do that to you. I will never abandon you, (Y/N).”

“Then wh-” He didn’t give you time to finish that thought, because the hand that was on your cheek, ran down your neck and pulled your face in front of his. His lips locked with yours and all the air you had in you to fight him, was taken away from your lungs.

+ to be continued + 

@ all anti-kallus people. You say that Kallus is irredeemable, you say that he is a completely evil Nazi, and that he’s redemption arc is the worst thing swr has ever done. Well, I have a counter argument.

Isn’t star wars all about seeing the good in everyone? I mean, all through out the prequals Obi-wan (and qui-gon) saw the best in Anakin. Padme tried to see the best in Anakin after his turn. Obi-wan didn’t want to kill Anakin, even after he murdered those younglings, he wanted to bring him back to the light. 

Luke always tried to see the best in Vader, even after he watched him kill his mentor. He wanted to bring Vader back to the light. And he did. I mean, the only reason the Emperor died is because Luke saw the good in Vader, brought him back to the light, and then brought down the whole empire.

And no one ever argues about Vader’s redemption arc. Besides the emporer he was the biggest Nazi in star wars. He participated in order 66, he killed younglings, he cut off Luke’s hand, he killed Obi-wan, he blew up alderaan, he tortured Leia, he tortured Han, he froze Han in carbonate, and yet no one ever argues about that.

Is Kallus really THAT irredeemable? I mean, there are so many others who have done much worse things. 

anonymous asked:

Why did you block me????

if you add inappropriate/ unnecessary stuff to my art and have pony porn on your blog then i’m going to block you.

the worst part is i blocked more than one this morning so bye which ever one you were

cantcountthefandoms  asked:

Hey, what, exactly, is the grief Verse? There's only one entry in your tag so I know nothing

The Grief Verse, a.k.a The Worst AU to Ever AU, is an idea that originally came from @tygermama. I screamed about how horrible it was in caps lock for a few posts and then Tygermama decided to turn it into a fic in its own right. She is working on it now so if you’d like to see more of it, I would suggest following her blog.

For those of you who don’t know what the Grief Verse is…

After the end of the Battle of Endor, the remains of Darth Vader are genetically tested before Luke gives him a viking’s funeral (or perhaps they test the ashes or bones. I don’t know. We never got that specific, CIS GFFA.) The results come back with a horrifying result. Darth Vader was not the original Anakin Skywalker.

Darth Vader was a clone.

Naturally this leads to another nightmare question.

What happened to the original Anakin Skywalker? Is he still alive? Is he in hiding? Does he know his clone is dead? Did he know he was cloned in the first place?

As I recall (because my brain is now full of pirates, Jedi makeovers, Snippy Togrutas and their sassy Padawans) Anakin was replaced by a clone some time after Mortis, when Anakin’s premature fall activated one of the many clones Palpatine tried to create. Only one clone was ever successful and that creature went on to become the Anakin of perhaps later seasons of the Clone Wars and Revenge of the Sith. Now this was all preliminary work that I kind of dashed off when I was supposed to be an Adult and doing Work Stuff, and Tygermama is under no obligation to use any of it.

Anyway, the real Anakin Skywalker was locked away in hibernation and eventually Luke finds him post Battle of Endor. Anakin is understandably distraught by what has happened and in the Force Obi-Wan… Well Obi-Wan doesn’t handle it very well.

So that’s about all I know of the Grief Verse. Like I said, if you want more, @tygermama is where to go!

Dear Craig McCracken

Wander over yonder got me through the worst year of my life. (I was going through some stuff) I came home one day and saw woy on the tv. I did not watch it for some time until then and I had a pretty bad day before that. The episode was “The Axe” and I found Commander Peepers sooooo relatable! It was nice to have something upbeat to watch, something that I could relate to aswell. I really enjoyed the show and I was really exited for next season. I wanted to learn more about the character and their backstory! I wanted to laugh and see if death glare ever became canon! Thank you so much for making that show! I really want to thank the whole woy crew and I hope we can save woy someday! 

anonymous asked:

113 with namjoon, please and thank you! (you're so great for doing all these drabbles bts, i really appreciate them!)

#113: “Are you high?”

Not sure if this is what you wanted lol, I don’t know, it came to my mind after reading a one shot similar to something like this. I can rewrite it if you’d like. :)

Warning, mention/use of drugs.

Fighting results in Namjoon sleeping on the couch and you alone in the bedroom, both of you getting the worst nights sleep ever. You walked downstairs at 3 AM, hoping to catch a glimpse at Namjoon and possibly apologize and hope he’ll come back upstairs with you. Instead, you saw him sitting at the window, the glass wide open. You could see the outline of the smoke pouring from his mouth. He turned around to see you standing there. “Hi.” Namjoon said, turning back around to take another drag of whatever he was smoking. “Are you high?” You asked, your voice high pitched with curiosity. “Kind of.” He replied, without looking at you. You walked over and grabbed the blunt out of his hand, pinching it and relighting it before putting it to your lips. “I’m sorry about earlier,” You began, sitting down between his legs and resting your back against his chest. “I was wrong to say what I did.” You added. Namjoon only hummed but you knew he accepted your apology when he leaned down and kissed your neck.

anonymous asked:

I watched beauty and the beast today and just... beautiful and the beast au with woozi... just because || yo have a nice day~

ayyyyyye thanks for requesting! tbh idk how i feel about this one but i hope you like it! it seems a little rough to me, i started it over a few times but idk man… anyways enjoy!! 


You thought staying at the castle for the rest of your life as his prisoner was going to be the worst thing ever; it had started as the worst thing ever, so who would have that could change. All the yelling that occurred the first night, the simple trauma of losing your father like that was enough to break you. This had to all be a nightmare. There was no possible way a castle like this existed and no one had noticed. There was no way you had lost your dad like that. There was no way you were a prisoner. And there was absolutely, zero percent chance all this furniture could talk and move, and your capture was a freakin beast.  

You sat on the lavious bed set in the middle of the room, calming your heart down from the beasts previous screaming as you stared at the wardrobe as she flitted about her own drawers. You flung yourself back on the bed in exasperation. You were just starting to contemplate if pulling all of the dresses from the wardrobe and tying them together and using them as a rope to climb down the tall tower was a good idea when there was a knock on the door. You sat up and looked towards the large door. Surprisingly, seeing a teapot and teacup roll in on a cart by itself didn’t shock you. And you weren’t shocked when they started talking to you about various things.

Before you knew it, you were being  whisked away to an exciting dinner, and then after that you somehow found yourself exploring the castle. Being the curious person that you are, you found yourself wondering towards the west wing. Little did you know you would soon experience such a trauma that it topped all else that day. Being yelled at again by such a furious beast for the second time that day was enough to send you running into the snowy weather. The wind whipped your hair around your hair as you climbed onto your house, speeding through the maze of plants until you had finally broken free from the cursed castle grounds. Not long after entering the dark forest did you hear the howl of the wolves. You spared a second to look behind you, only two see no more than eight wolves at your horse’s heels.

When the beast came to save your from those wolves is when everything started to change. After ignoring his intense complaining and whining while you tried to clean his wounds did he start to open up. With each day that passed the castle started to brighten up. Each interaction the two of you had, the world grew a little brighter. The staff worked hard to set things up between you and the beast, but whether they had been doing that or not, you were sure nothing could stop you from falling in love with him.

The night the two of you danced around the ballroom was a night you would never forget. The way the lights sparkled, the feeling of the fancy dress brushing against your legs, but most of all the way the atmosphere felt that night. When he showed you the mirror, and you saw your poor father that way, everything about that wonderful moment faded within a blink of an eye.  For the second time that month, you found yourself speeding through the snowy woods on your horse, sparing only a second to think about the kind beast you left behind.

You had never imagined going back into town would end that badly. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought the town would lock you up like this and storm off to the beast’s castle, but thanks to your wonderful, brilliant father you were free, and you were making the long ride back towards the castle. This ride felt like a million years, the path never ending no matter how fast you urged the horse to go.

There you stood, the wind pulling at your hair and dress, in front of you the beast and the man you hated fought, or rather, the beast took all the beatings. You couldn’t help but call out to the beast upon seeing him in such pain. He looked over at you with his big brown eyes, and the once dull look began to glimmer with light again. He rose up from the ground and stood his full height, towering over the small man in front of him. It didn’t take long for the beast to easily overtook the man.

Everything that happened after that was a blur. The beast kind nature kicked in, and soon the man took everything you loved from you. There in front of you laid the beast, clutching the wound on his chest. You knelt down beside him, pleading for him to stay. The tears poured from your eyes like a waterfall, blurring your vision. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Everything was crumpling around you. He was gone, the beast was gone. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell him you loved him.

You’ll never understand why the beautiful gold light wrapped around him like it did that day. How it lifted him up into the air and transformed him like that will always have you perplexed. There, before your eyes stood a man, much shorter than the beast. Much shorter. His back faced you, leaving you to see only his torn pants and his white shirt that hung loosely over his shoulders. His dirty blond hair was organized chaos on top of his head. Only when he turned around and you got a good look at his face did you realise who it was. It was your beast, your beautiful, kind, quiet, gentle beast. Alive and standing right in front of you. Needless to say, the past few months were full of intense emotions, but nothing could top the extreme happiness that you experienced that day, and the many days to follow.

OK, Here We Go

I have rewatched the entire ep once, all the important scenes (i.e. Captain Swan LOL) multiple times, read and re-read the press release and I’m ready to go.

So bring on your worst case scenarios, your “I hope they don’t go this route” fears, your soap opera trope anxieties and whatever else is running through your head.

This week’s episode is gonna hurt for sure but as I keep saying–it’ll hurt in the best possible way. I’m more convinced of that than ever after rewatching–and reexamining the structure of the entire story arc.

This ep is not going to be something to endure it’s going to be one we look back at and treasure.

So let’s get it all out, deal with it, and get in the right headspace for next Sunday!!!

Missing Letters Tag

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in your own. when you are done tag up to 10 people….most importantly, have fun!

Tagged by @yeol-stole-my-soul whose self-summary was one of the most illuminating portraits of a soul I’ve ever seen I laughed I cried

a / age: 24
b / biggest fear: tornadoes and deep water 
c / current time: 6:15 pm
d / drink you had last: green tea
e / everyday starts with: Everyday (the got7 song, it’s my alarm, this worked out so well I’m ded)
f / favourite song: changes by the hour it’s a tie between Never Ever (GOT7) and Movie BTOB) 
g / ghosts are real? nah *looks over shoulder for ghost* 
h / hometown: Chicago
i / in love with: a variety of idols, who shall remain nameless (jinyoung) 
j / jealous of: anyone who ACTUALLY gets to write for a LIVING like whoa
k / killed someone: with kindness or sarcasm? both. 
l / last time you cried: watching Beauty and the Beast
n / number of siblings: 2 sisters
o / one wish: the thriving prosperity of park jinyoung’s acting career
p / person you last called/texted: my friend Jose, it’s his birthday
q / questions you’re always asked: “How do you say your name?” It’s pronounced Sh-anne-ah (rhymes with banana)   
s / song last sang: Rollin’ by Brave Girls - THIS SONG IS IT OK 
u / underwear colour:  OH frick lol why did I decide to answer this today. I’m not answering. LOL
v / vacation destination: somewhere with nature
w / worst habit: biting my nails. or twirling my hair
x / xrays you have had: on my foot and knee
y / your favourite food: the high note chen hits in For Life sustains me
z / zodiac sign: leo, moon sign is capricorn

Tagging: @xiustories , @the-porcelain-doll-xo , @yeol-stole-my-soul , @imdifferentshadesofpurple , @katbeom , @daegusoftboys , @nunchiwrites, @pandafeet @realgot7trash  💕

18 questions about music

I was tagged by @dark-weekes thank you very much ❤

1. Which bands/artist do you own the most albums by? Muse

2. What was the last song you listened to? phantom power and ludicrous speed-Pierce The Veil

3. What’s in your CD/Record player right now? Migraine - Twenty One Pilotes

4. What was the last show you attended? Muse in Eject Festival in Greece in July 2016

5. What was the greatest show you’ve been to? 👆

6. What was the worst show you’ve ever been to? \

7. What is the most musically involved you have ever been? I tried once to learn guitar by myself

8. What show are you looking forward to? Kasabian in Eject Festival

9. What is your favorite band shirt? The one with the Pierce The Veil logo😍

10. What musician would you like to hang out with for a day? Brendon Urie, Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun

11. Who is one musician or group you wish would make a comeback? My Chemical Romance of course! 🖤💔😭

12. Who is one band/ artist you’ve never seen live but always wanted to? twenty one pilots, waterparks, panic! at the disco, pierce the veil, bring me the horizon…

13. Name four or more flawless albums: Black Parade, three cheers for sweet revenge, that’s the spirit, death of a bachelor, save rock n roll, blurryface and many more

14. How many concerts have you been to, total? 1

15. Who have you seen the most live? \

16. What is your favorite movie soundtrack? the soundtrack from star trek and toy story 1

17. What was your last musical ‘phase’ before you wisened up? I don’t remember 😛

18. What is your ‘guilty pleasure’ that you hate to admit liking? idk 😛 

I tag: @the-tear-in-your-heart, @all-together-run-for-cover, @gerard-waysbitch, @mcr-fobpatd, @thebandobsessedchameleon13, @gerardsassquatch, @deathrowcoffee, @sofiakpetersen, @neverenoughmcr, @mychemicalchinchilla and anybody else who wants to do this.

okay I hate to rant but I just want to throw it out there. That happiness in late March post was really getting me excited but this has been like one of the worst times of my life ever…….. like at least the Prozac I started taking is helping but if anyone’s concerned about what I was talking about yesterday but my friend died. He’s dead. Like the worst part in relation to the happiness in late march part is that any happiness I feel is immediately guilt because he’s dead I shouldn’t be happy

whats the worst byf point you guys have ever seen before. like not one that’s more so phobia-centric (for example dfi you post spiders / clowns a lot) because to me a lot of those totally make sense if OP checks out their followers blog but.. i mean ones that just on any level don’t make sense

i’m stuck between “don’t follow if you have a kink (any kink) or you aren’t 100% vanilla” and “don’t follow if you are going to disagree with me”

anonymous asked:

Hello, I am a freshman in highschool and next year I am taking Accelerated Algebra II and that encompasses Algebra II, Pre-Calc, and Trig all in one academic year. Do you have any tips for NOT dying in a pit of despair? And what are the best resources if I do need help?

It will be difficult, but not impossible. I think that algebra 2, pre-calc, and trig are all pretty decently related and applicable to each other, so learning them all together shouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Basically–just practice a lot and do all the homework you are assigned. Also–don’t be afraid to ask your teacher questions (this pays off in more ways than one–if you ever need a recommendation letter from a teacher, ones who know you are serious about learning write the best ones. just fyi). Lastly, khanacademy is my favorite tutorial video website if you really really need help.

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Forduary week three: Support
At least he’ll always have his brother there to support him, right?


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