this made me very emotional okay

anonymous asked:

I just listened to Everybody's Son by Cloves.... tell me that is not a Jo/Nate song.. I am so.... sad now. Help.

You watched me lose my way
And I didn’t want to hear it
Made all the big mistakes
Didn’t know I was being selfish

WHY ANON

I didn’t know before
But now I’ve seen it all
Give me some more
Give me some more
It took a little time
To open up my eyes
Know you were mine
Know you were always mine

I’M SCREECHING. Why are songs always trying to hurt us when applied to Jo/Nate. I just want them to be happy :(

Consider this instead: It took Jo some time to realize that he’s been blind when it comes to him and Nate, he’s made some mistakes when it comes to his relationship/friendship and his career, but Nate never wavered. And when Jo finally opens his eyes he realizes that Nate was always there to catch him. That’s a good and soft thought

Descriptive words for book reviews, essays and other things

“I liked it / it was nice”

  • lovely
  • delightful
  • pleasant
  • fair
  • pleasurable
  • approved
  • fine
  • satisfying
  • excellent
  • amazing
  • great
  • pleasing
  • sound
  • rad
  • worthy
  • superb

“It was complex in a good way/ it really grabbed my attention”

  • fascinating
  • intriguing
  • thought provoking
  • captivating
  • alluring
  • stimulating
  • intricate
  • sophisticated
  • labyrinthine
  • baroque

“It was complicated in a negative way / I didn’t quite understand it”

  • troublesome
  • inconvenient
  • difficult
  • vexing
  • tricky
  • puzzling
  • confusing
  • disorganised
  • obscure
  • far-fetched
  • strange

“It wasn’t very interesting / not very exciting”

  • boring
  • tedious
  • dull
  • unpleasant
  • mundane
  • stuffy
  • lifeless
  • repetitive
  • drudging
  • flat
  • tiresome
  • tame
  • depthless

“It made me a bit emotional/gave me the feels”

  • sentimental
  • emotional
  • moving
  • heartwarming
  • tear-jerking
  • affecting
  • heating
  • poignant
  • passionate
  • touching

“I’m not crazy about it / it was okay”

  • okay
  • passable
  • so-so
  • not bad
  • tolerable
  • adequate
  • middling
  • all-right
  • moderately pleasing

“Best thing ever”

  • fantastic
  • exceptional
  • marvelous
  • first-class
  • splendid
  • astounding
  • astonishing
  • extraordinary
  • phenomenal
  • wonderful

comparing things / “It was better than this other thing”

  • superior
  • favourable
  • preferable
  • more advanced
  • of higher rank
  • exceeding
  • distinguished
  • a cut above
  • more desirable
  • more valuable
  • improved
  • higher/better quality
  • more useful
  • surpassing
  • sharpened
  • more sophisticated

“It wasn’t good I didn’t like it”

  • bad
  • disagreeable
  • nasty
  • unrefined
  • horrible
  • unlikeable
  • coarse
  • imprecise
  • vexing
  • problematic
  • unimportant

“It was really bad”

  • terrible
  • repulsive
  • atrocious
  • disturbing
  • disastrous
  • revolting
  • rotten
  • loathsome
  • gruesome
  • appaling
  • abhorrent
  • dreadful
  • horrifying
  • poor
  • offensive
  • dire
  • awful
  • ghastly

“Was it worth it?” He asked

She was in so much pain. Her heart was beating so hard she felt like her ears were ringing with the sound. She had cried herself to sleep for so many nights, the impression her nails made on the pillow would never leave, the muffled sounds of her sobs would forever remain embedded in her memory; but the thought of not having done it made her sick to her very core. She took a deep breath and truth flowed out of her like the waves of pain she often experienced. “Yeah” she croaked “Even if it were more painful than it already is, I would always choose leaving the man who could never truly love me, at least not in the way I needed him to. I’m sorry if it hurt you too.”

He smiled. The answer that he was dreading had finally been given, and surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much. He pulled up his walls as high as he could, hid his emotions with perfect accuracy and said “Then it’s okay. I’m happy you’re happy.”

Afterall, they were both broken by the same society, the one which so desperately tried to convince them that love would fix everything.

—  Needless to say, it didn’t.

I’m stable right now. A lot of you sent me so many messages, and it really made me feel loved.

It’s hard for me, because I don’t have anybody in real life to turn to. And sometimes when you don’t have a connection in the real world, it can make you feel alone.

A few of you I spoke with were so kind, and one of you even emailed my idol. (You can see a photo of me with him below).

It really made me feel genuinely appreciated and I’m sorry for frightening you all. I was just very emotional and hurting because I love my parents, even if they can’t stand me.

I’m okay right now, I’m in my bed, I’m listening to my favorite band, and I’m calm.

I’m so sorry everyone. Thank you for being so supportive in my time of need.

- Elliot

Let me get ridiculously emotional right now. I’m like, sitting here just wondering what I did to deserve all of you guys?

Like, you’re so supportive, and so nice and you actually talk to me and I love talking to you, and you like my writing and I love writing for you… It’s just wow, thank you guys so very much.

You’re making all of it possible because you’re reading what I’m putting out there, and you’re liking it and I’ve made so many more friends recently that I just can’t even handle myself lol.

We play around with each other, I give you headcanons and you guys are giving me some, we got our homeboy onion, and the inside joke of eating ladybugs lmao. It’s just such a good vibe and I love it so much.

Just, goodness me. I love you guys, and I really hope you have a good life ‘cause you all deserve it so much.

Okay, the-sheillagh, so I had to group this together because it would have been an atrocious shame not to. 

So starting off with the first observation, I think the metaphor of a crystal shattering was of very great significance. It could stand for his anger - that all of his emotions finally came to a peak and he was breaking under the weight. But I also took this as a metaphorical limit to his powers. Think about it, let’s say that there were limitations to his powers, that he could only control certain part-water liquids, and his powers couldn’t pass that metaphorical boundary of control. I took that shattering feeling as Percy’s limit breaking. Meaning that he was desperate and angry enough that his powers expanded and that boundary shattered. Percy is extremely powerful on demigod terms, like extremely scary ‘i make the gods nervous and have been kid of the prophecy twice’ powerful. So for him to make it to that breaking point of having limitless hydrokenetic powers… it doesn’t really surprise me.

Also continuing with the glass metaphor and as if it were a broken barrier, that’s not something you could put back together and perfectly fix. When glass is broken it is always going to be broken, no matter how many times you glue or tape it back together. Which also leads me to believe that it wasn’t just Tartarus affecting Percy’s powers and that he could still continue to control all part-water liquids even after he left Tartarus.

I agree on the point you made that he wouldn’t have the best control over his powers. That scene with the Goddess of Misery - he was desperate, terrified, and most importantly angry. He was thirsting for vengeance. All of these I believe heavy influenced his powers, since his powers have always been thickly tied to his emotions.

So personally, taking that scene with Akhlys as a breaking of limitations to his powers, I believe that his powers will keep growing long after tartarus and boo. Maybe even graduating from control of part-water liquids and encompassing all liquids. 

Au Naturale

Requested by: @kellbell431

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“Roman? What the fuck?” I called him, literally in panic mode.

“What’s going on?” he spoke, mirroring my panic. “Baby, you okay?”

“No I’m not, take it off, now,”

“What?”

It was an ordinary day, me minding my own business and stalking people on social media, as you do. The last time I’d spoken to him was last night on Facetime and I’d been an emotional wreck, crying to him that I missed him.

(What a fucking loser, who does that? Question was answered this morning when the mean reds made an appearance.)

He consoled me, counting down the days with until he got home. So anyway, he explained that he’d be very busy the next day, so I knew that meant we wouldn’t have time to speak.

That was until I went on his Twitter to see what he was up to, without having to annoy him with texts. I’m not clingy, really. He’d posted a picture of me.

23 more days until I’m home, he wrote; alongside that caption was a cropped screen print of me on Facetime last night.

I looked rough as ever, skin uneven, eyes dull; probably from all that crying. Or maybe just that was just me in my natural state. Now he was letting the whole world see that! It was urgent. I went straight for a phonecall, forget time consuming texts.

“You are freaking out over an Instagram pic?” he asked, just to make sure he heard correct.

“Yes! I’m not even wearing make-up! You don’t understand!”

Of course he didn’t, he looked glorious 24/7.

“You look fine Y/N,”

“No, Roman please? I don’t look like myself there, at least let me make myself up and I’ll send you a prettier selfie?”

He laughed, ridiculing me, not believing what he was hearing.

“What’re you worrying about?”

“I’ve never put up a photo with no make-up on, well at least not on Instagram or Twitter. Facebook yeah, because it’s all family and friends,”

“So what?” how could he be so casual at a time like this?

“Roman, people are brutal with their comments online, and I really don’t wanna put up with it right now,”

“They’ve been pleasant though, go read them for yourself,”

“Mhh-hmm, no thank you. I know if I see a negative one it will haunt me forever, please just delete it?”

“I will, if that’s what you want, but y'gotta realise that photo’s been up for three hours. Me deleting it is not gonna change anything because someone somewhere has it on their phone or blog by now,”

I died internally, my heart racing way too quickly in frustration. He was right. This was the internet. Post something and someone copies it within two seconds; the evidence lives on.

“Why did you do it then?” I snapped at him.

Then he chuckled as if I was being silly and no longer endearing, and he was getting irritated.

“Because I missed you, I thought you looked beautiful last night and I always put photos of you up. Y'gotta relax, it’s not a big deal, I’ll delete it,”

“Well there’s no point, like you said, the damage’s done, so thanks,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not a big deal to you, but it is for me!”

“How selfish of me, I’m sorry. Calm down. It’s a picture without make-up on, not a nude. It is normal y'know?” He was going overboard with the sarcasm.

Too overwhelmed with emotions, I hung up the phone on him. He was being rude and not willing to listen to me. It was like a one-sided joke, I didn’t appreciate the sarcasm either.

Not too long after, my phone danced next to me, signalling messages, I knew they were from him.

Roman: Really?

Roman: Over that?

Roman: I’ve deleted it.

Roman: Let me know when you’ve grown up about it.

I ignored him for a short while, four hours, but who’s counting?

It wasn’t until a few hours later that I’d calmed down. It took facing the picture on multiple occasions to get desensitised to it, and over it frankly. I knew my point was valid, in my own reality; I was insecure because who wouldn’t be if you were scrutinised by the public? But so was he; right in his own world for arguing that it didn’t matter what people thought.

So why was I berating him for casually posting a photo of me makeupless - the fact that he didn’t even emphasize it or notice it until I pointed it out, made me realise like he said, that it’s normal. I was fine to him. He was celebrating me as I was.

Y/N: I’m sorry.

Y/N: I’m really a whirlwind this time around huh?

Roman: You’re a fucking pain in the butt.

Y/N: But you luuuuuurv me?

Roman: That’s the problem.

Y/N: I am really sorry, I was overdramatic and rude. I just, y'know how insecure I am. I shouldn’t have lashed out on you.

Roman: It’s cool, I understand where you were coming from, but I didn’t mean any malice.

Y/N: I know. I’m an ass.

Roman: Lucky I like your ass. Would you kill me again if I put it up?

Y/N: Back on Twitter?

Roman: No lol just deleted off there, I’ll look stupid. On my Insta?

Y/N: Okay, under one condition.

Roman: What’s that?

I giggled as I searched in my camera roll and found the picture I was looking for. I sent it to him.

Y/N: I put this up?

Roman: No!

Roman: hell fucking naaah

Roman: Nope! Forget it! No deal!

Roman: NO. BUENO!

Y/N: Why?

I was genuinely confused because it was a cute picture; I stole from his laptop.

Roman: I look like a woman with overgrown facial hair. Nah.

Y/N: that’s because you are very pretty.

Roman: Bad angle - and where the hell did you get that? It’s private

Y/N: I stole it, is that what you do? Spend time at work taking selfies? There were loooaaads on your laptop. This was my favourite. You look adorable.

Roman: There’s nothing cute about it. It’s an outtake

But there was plenty that cute about it; how serene and delicate he looked, as opposed to his stature in real life. How soft and flowy, relaxed and carefree his hair was. That was Roman chilling, comfortable in his own skin. I loved it more because of how close it was, it suggested an intimacy; as if taken in a stolen moment between two lovers conversing. It’s the way he looked into the camera, tenderly. That was the way he looked at me.

Y/N: We gotta be fair here, you’ve already exposed me to the world in my natural state. I deserve to play too

Roman: Lool this isn’t a game

Okay, so he thought. Despite his pleas, I went to my Instagram and uploaded the picture. No filter.

@wweromanreigns you sure it’s not a game? - I tagged him.

Roman: You. Ass. Game on.

He threatened, but his chain of messages got swallowed in the notifications on the likes and comments his picture garnered within twenty seconds. Within a minute, I got a notification that he’d tagged me in a photo where I was sleeping on his shoulder, mouth wide open like I was catching flies.

Game on @Y/N - he tagged back.

Fuck him. He plays dirty.

I scrolled deeper in my camera roll, where I knew the juicier stuff was. I pulled something equivalent and posted it, tagging him in an unseen photo of him in his younger days. He was wearing leggings. That’d piss him off.

Those are pretty 👀 @wweromanreigns nice and tight.

Roman: That was for a school play you bully! I was Robin Hood.

My phone vibrated as another message came through.

Roman: You sure you wanna play this dirty? I have videos!  

It was a losing game, I knew this, there was just no way I was gonna win against him, but I was gonna have fun with it.  

Y/N: I’m not worried to be honest lol! Fuck your videos.

Roman: Tell your parents you love them before I start posting, it’s about to go down!

Y/N: Yeah yeah! If you get too wild, I’ll just send you a nude to keep you quiet and busy.

Roman: Whatever, fuck your nudes; the world’s about to see you have stage fright at your sister’s wedding!

Roman: I didn’t mean that, I was just tryna be a badass. I want all your nudes!

8

“i forget who said it. that there are as many emotions as stars in the sky.”

I can’t stop thinking about the new Jungle Book

That movie was so dang good

Idris Elba as Shere Khan carried this chilling menace, Lupita Nyong’o didn’t have that many lines but the emotion she brought to each one - wow, and Neel Sethi did such a fantastic job, especially in the light of him A) being a kid actor, B) having his very first acting role ever, and C) working almost 100% with green and blue screen and no other actors on the set. Like this kid did amazing.

And I’m still not over Sir Ben Kingsley’s performance as Bagheera. I think this guy single-handedly made me a Jungle Book fan because… okay it wasn’t just Sir Kingsely because the animation team did an ace job on his facial expressions and Justin Marks’ script gave him a wonderful character arc. Like this character legitimately gets to develop over the course of the movie instead of being just the longsuffering guardian of a man-cub. 

And personality just drips from every line read of Sir Kingsley’s for Bagheera. Even when he’s at his most enraged with Mowgli, you can still catch that underlying affection he feels for the boy. (I am so weak for surrogate-parent-child pairings). He’s also such a kind character (and Lord knows I am so very very weak for those too).

And I know I just talked about Neel Sethi, but this kid, guys. Like he’s an obnoxious kid when he needs to be, without getting to the point where he grates on the nerves, but he likewise can pull off sad, heroic, noble, scared, clever, cheerful and… He is legitimately the first Mowgli I have liked.

Go watch The Jungle Book

anonymous asked:

i just wanted to say that you should have more confidence in your writing because you're pretty good?? this little 2jae fic you've been writing is perfect and literally has everything i look for in a fic (2jae? check. jealous/shy/emotionally constipated jaebum? check. oblivious youngjae? check. jackson being jackson? check.) Anyways, I love it.

this is literally me rn staring at my screen. thank you so much for sending this it made me so happy!! TT i just dont feel like i write emotion very well and i feed off of that in whatever i read so feeling like i cant do that makes me think im a bad writer. BUT YOU CHEERED ME UP BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY AND YOUR CROPS! <3

Flats (Lafayette x Reader)


@lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky reblogged this from fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines and added:

My heART. OH MY GOSH.

I’ve done my job well

Originally posted by gecekaranligindekisehir


@whatdimissmotherfuckers reblogged this from fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines and added:

WHY THE LACK OF NOTES THIS IS A PRESENT GIVEN FROM GOD.

ily <3


@desperatepenguin722 reblogged this from fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines and added:

MY SOUL JUST WENT ON SUCH AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER… I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING!

This was such a gift to see added to my post <3


@winchesterr67 reblogged this from fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines and added:

mY HEART

Well goodness, it seems as though all of your hearts have undergone a tragedy….(yay)


@imagineham reblogged this from fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines and added:

This is really, really good and I almost cried reading this oh my god please read this guys please

Steph, I don’t care how terrible you say you are, you’re one of the most wonderful human beings I’ve ever had the grace of meeting. 


@guns-and-ships-definitely-ships reblogged this from imagineham and added:

Yep I’m crying.

Good

Originally posted by miniminibi


@ramsassy-rhino-beetle reblogged this from guns-and-ships-definitely-ships and added:

The butterflies in my stomach are in overdrive.

Glad to hear it <3


@chloehamiltonn reblogged this from fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines and added:

Everyone. Stop. Take a few moments. To read this ( and the prequel )

I’ve never even met you and I already love you more than should be humanly possible. <3

A child's imagination

Okay, so here is a little story from my child hood. I was a very ‘emotional bipolar’ type of kid. I do admit I don’t have bipolar disorder but I could laugh at a joke one day and be offended by it the next. I was super super sensitive. I got embarrassed, frustrated, angry, and sad reeeaallllyyy easy. Every single time I would cry. My parents would try to make me be quiet and stop making a scene, but it made it worse. So then my parents had an idea.

The curtain.

It sounds stupid, but it worked so well. Whenever I got into one of my moods I pretended I was behind a curtain and nobody saw/heard me and I didn’t see/ hear anyone else. It was the greatest thing in the world. I felt at peace and alone and calmed down.

It gets way better though.

The curtain fueled my imagination. To this day, even though I don’t need the curtain anymore, I remember how it looked.

Yes.

Looked.

I remember the curtain was one of those waterproof fabric shower curtains with big metal hoops holding the fabric around a circular metal bar. The patter was a solid royal blue, with the cutest little cartoon-y looking crabs. In a little crab[space]crab pattern and the line below and above that line was to the left, [space]crab[space]. My favorite little crab was terry. He had a wonky eye, he looked so cute to me.

To any parents or soon to be parents, probably older siblings or soon to be siblings, that follow me.

Don’t tell your kid to stop making a scene. Don’t fight them when they cry. Give them something to cope with their emotions. Make them feel like they aren’t a burden that you hate.

It might give them an imagination, too.

tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon

“By night the prince played his silver harp and made her weep .”
(A Feast for Crows, Cersei, Chapter 24)

You know, I always say Cersei was never like Sansa to begin with. That she was ambitious when she was only ten years old, that she had a very clear idea of what she wanted and that she had no qualms about getting it for herself. I stand by it. She was a precocious child with a superiority complex, albeit descended from a mentality thatstemmed clearly from her position of nobility and her relatives. In short, she was the way she was because people let her believe so. However, rereading, this bit struck me as peculiar. I never really paid much attention to it, because as usual one tends to dismiss children’s reaction as being just that, a child’s reaction. Overdramatic and excessive, childish. But isn’t a child’s behaviour telling of their very character? Cersei was ten years old when the tournment of Lannisport took place. It was in this occasion her father promised her she would wed Rhaegar, and in this occasion Aerys very publicly humiliated Cersei and Tywin alike by defining them servants and bellowing how he would never ever marry his heir to little Cersei. Notable, before this happened, this was also the night Cersei visited Maggy The Frog’s tent and heard her prophecy.

“The Seven proved as deaf as their earthly servants. Cersei gave them all the words that she had in her, gave them everything but tears. That they will never have, she told herself.”
(A Dance with dragons, Cersei, Chapter 54)

So what happened in between? What happened to the girl who cried when her silver prince played his silver harp? One could say life happened, and they would be right probably. Cersei was never good at accepting rejection, and Aerys’ slight at her family meant the first of many crushed dreams for her. Robert Baratheon was the icing on the cake. But that’s worth sparing a thought, now and then, when you judge Cersei Lannister. Remember the ten year old girl who drew herself and Rhaegar riding a dragon. Remember the ten year old girl who cried when she still allowed herself to. 

More importantly, remember that when you say Sansa Stark deserves revenge for what she’s lived through… Maybe ten year old Cersei Lannister deserved the same.

Okay so these are some work in progress pictures going from last November until now also with short term and long term goals!!!!

Here are pictures where I honestly felt horrible, I was at my worst mentally and physically

I was just unhappy with the fact that I let my depression and eating order really get the best of me. I used the people around me that I really care about as a huge emotional crutch and I didn’t work on fixating on me loving myself. I was very suicidal and I actually made an attempt on my life earlier this year. Sadly I now have a huge disconnection from them but that’s what I needed. I needed to have a group of friends who will be there for me when I need them and not to make me feel worthwhile. I should’ve known I was but the greatest thing about this blog is not only do I reflect I also improve.


This is where I am now. Mentally I’m still going through a lot of shit but I’m getting better faster than I have in a long time, I’m regularly seeing a therapist and psychiatrist. I have a more structured schedule to guideline my life, I’m active in my pursuit of self improvement and I feel like my life is actually getting direction. I finally feel like I’m getting back into a more positive self loving mindset.


Here are my short term goals. I know I will meet them because I have already been there. I hope to meet them within 3-6 months. I currently work out 6 days a week for a minimum for an hour a day. I mainly do weightlifting/plyometrics since it’s the best way to lose weight no argument about it. I watch what I eat for the time being making sure I get multivitamins in take my meds consistently and do my best to track my intake and hit my macros. I have all but quit drinking soda since I only get it when I go out which is like never, my water intake has increased dramatically, I do my best to deal with my insomnia and the most restful sleep I can manage. Oh and also I cook real meals, like actually cook, which cooking makes me very happy!


And last but not least, here are my long term goals! Now wait before you guys go and say “ThatTallSummonerGuy those goals aren’t realisitic you’re comparing yourself to cartoons and these are just soo over the top!!!” Frankly I don’t give a fuck if they are cartoons, they’re a frame of reference for me. Do I want to emulate these big baras???  Yes but I also am looking at these characters for so much more. These are the characters that made me feel good, and it’s scary to me how much a relate to these characters on a deep personal level. They aren’t just strong physically. They are strong of will, they don’t let anyone stop them from achieving their goals, they keep fighting no matter what, even to the bitter end and that’s important for me to hold onto. I have almost died more times then I would care to admit. I’ve suffered through some pretty rough shit but that shouldn’t matter, what matters is how I come out on the other side. I don’t want to look at others in real life, because I have no connection to them and I don’t want to be them, I want to be the best me I can be and if that means holding on to this crazy notion that I relate more to cartoons more than people, well shit I guess that’s how it has to be. These are men that I aspire to be(Yes even Gaston a little) I don’t want to just be big and strong. I want my life to have force behind it.

I’ve been receiving a lot of messages both in tumblr messenger and inbox from tumblr users who are very upset with the Anti-Tony wank in tumblr. One even had a nightmare about Tony dying in Civil War and couldn’t sleep. A lot of them are distraught. I’ve been trying to respond to you all separately, but I wanted to make a post too, just giving you all the tightest hugs.

Take a deep breath, loves. 

Okay.

Maybe because I’m a masochist or a survivor of Tony hate in my own blog as well as a survivor of all the wank that went down in Livejournal and Fanfiction.net (oh god my age lol), but I went to the anti-Tony blogs that have been flaming blogs I follow just to get a bit of perspective. And I found out that they (most of them I assume) are just young, very emotional kids. Some of them show signs of depression. Sure, a lot of them are “trolls”, but they made me very sad too, because you can see that they take these things too far precisely because they take Marvel fandom too seriously and they project themselves into these characters. Which is not a bad thing necessarily, but anything taken into extreme will always hurt you mentally, emotionally, and even physically.

Also, the haters are just a noisy minority. Trust me. And now that people have their feelings on Civil War sorted, I’m already seeing fluff floating around lol. Fandom just needs time to recuperate.

How do I try to keep myself cool in this sea of wank?

  1. Reflect and think about your own online behavior. Seriously ask yourself, “Am I a toxic Marvel fan?” 
  2. Please tag your stuff appropriately.
  3. Feel free to share your thoughts and invite discussion. If Cap or Tony’s behavior upset you, it’s definitely your right to express it! But also be willing to listen to the other side. Discussion is good. Do not engage rude people because honestly? It is difficult to change their minds. Such is the nature of the internet, I’m afraid.
  4. INTENTION is hard to read in tumblr. What you may find as a rude message may actually be because the user does not use english as a first language and has a hard time expressing themselves. Honestly, as an Asian in tumblr it can be so intimidating (at least to me) to interact with fellow fans in a Western-dominated medium.
  5. Download xkit and unfollow/block the tags with wank. You know what they are.
  6. If you check tumblr on your phones or tablets hence no xkit, curate the tumblrs you follow, then turn on notifications so that you don’t need to wade through the tumblr feed. I swear tumblr app is the biggest troll in this site recommending me tony hate lol
  7. This is why it’s important that you REBLOG AMAZING PEOPLE, because that is the best way for fans to know other cool blogs.
  8. Every time somebody sends you Tony hate, reply with your favourite fanfic, comic, and fanart featuring Tony. Counter the hate with  Ironman love, Tony’s delicious bubble ass, and RDJ’s moe eyes.

I love you all, and thanks for trusting me with your messages. :3

Okay but when Effie asked Katniss to promise her she would find the life of a Victor I lost it.

Effie has been with Katniss since day one (the reaping), she has seen all the stuff she’s gone through and grew so fond of her because of this, and the only thing she wanted in the end was for her to live in peace and without worries. Their last scene together made me very emotional because it wrapped their story wonderfully.

How Jensen Ackles Saved my life...

Okay so I have never shared this story with anyone ever before… 

Last year I was having a really bad night… bad to the point where I even considered killing myself. I’m still here though. I’m here because just by chance, one of my friends sent me a link to Jensen singing Wild Mountain Thyme and it just really hit me. The lyrics alone made me feel wanted and not alone; “and we’ll all go together…” Jensen has always been my anchor but that night, more so than ever and for that I am and always will be so incredibly thankful. It just made me remember that things get better.

I met him yesterday and of course I cried and I wanted to tell him the story so badly, but I just couldn’t get the words out. Instead, I told him thank you and a shorten version of how I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for him. He lifted his hand when he saw me crying and I thought he wanted a high five so I hit it, but then he grabbed my hand and just smiled and afterwards, I just broke. I’m glad I didn’t break in front of him because I’m not sure what I would do… 

But yeah… that’s my story, well a shorten version anyway. I’ve never told anyone this, not even my closest friends so this a big step for me… anyway I’ll stop talking now. Here’s some photos of me with Jensen though, back when I was stable whereas during his auto I was so shaky and hysterical.

Apparently my parents talked to a married lesbian couple today & told them about me coming out and how scared they are, and the couple like really calmed them down and comforted them!! Which makes me so happy!! They didn’t even tell me that tho, my brother told me that, but my mom just texted me “Sooo very proud of you! Every little bit!” And it made me start crying in public lmao… I just hate seeing how much it hurts my mom since I’m really close with her & I want so badly for her to understand that it’s okay! And seeing her making progress means so much to me I’m so emotional rn