Welp, I was looking through @sanspar s blog once again, and somehow stumbled over UF!CatPaps I couldn’t help but come up with tousand ideas for this xD Poor UF!Sans must be slowly dying inside… because CatPaps is too hawd TwT

Sowwy it looks so messy, I’m not used to draw on the computer without a pencilscetch…

(If you, dear Sanspar, are ever going to see this, I’m sowwy TwT)

Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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I’m gonna talk about something that pisses me off. Sorry if I end up being rude or harsh.

I spent YEARS of my life trying to figure out what’s going on with me. Sorta still am. I went through tousands of online research, experiences from strangers and the whole fucking DSM to find our what was “wrong” with me, why I didn’t feel “normal”. And I found some tracks I can follow, because my family doesn’t really believe in mental illness or therapy.

Now, I found out that two of some significant issues i have (dermatillomania and maladaptive daydreaming) are two disorders that never get any attention and one of them isn’t even classified as a disoder yet.

So, in the distant scenario where I can afford therapy, my family accepts me being mentally ill and helps me, I still wouldn’t get a proper diagnosis, let alone fucking treatment and understanding can go fuck itself.

And it HURTS SO MUCH that there are so many people like me who struggle dayly with maladaptive daydreaming, we are here showing a range of specific behaviours and symptoms and still there is a debate over if it is real or not. I AM HERE, IT IS REAL AND I NEED HELP. 

There are also so many people who have it and don’t even know it because it’s not known to be a thing. I myself didn’t know it until some years ago and felt so alone when there is an incredible amount of people out there EXACTLY like me. 

If I try to tell somebody about dermatillomania they’ll think I’m disgusting. If I try to talk about maladaptive daydreaming they’ll think I’m crazy.

That’s all.

do not think on how Stephen still has nightmares of the tousand times Dormammu killed him, on how he wakes grasping for air, sweating looking around him to make sure he isn’t in the dark dimention, on how cloaky is there to confort him, wrapping him until he calms down an goes back to sleep, pls don’t 

Little amethyst gemsona design, nicknamed Necklace.

She got left behind on Earth, got buried in the dirt accidentally, decided to go sleep until Homeworld found her again, couple tousand years later got dug up by humans and put into a necklace, only reformed when she felt the presence of the crystal gems. She then got really salty about Homeworld not caring about gems at all and decided to stay.

Inspired by the amethyst necklace I wear.

Please share this! México is in need. If anyone want to help us, this is how. All help is welcome. The Topos are our national heroes, they born 32 years ago, in the earthquake that broke our contry just like yesteday, just in the same day.
@fedonciadale @everythingjonsa @nutellaninja0001 @sweetsummersansa @jonsasnow @jonsa4ever @occupyvenus @manbunjon i’m sorry for asking you this, but you are my some kind of jonsa family for me, just share this will help a Lot, you’ll let know to the people who want to help how they can do it.
And for the people who say that we don’t deserve help, is not about deserve. And México never care about anything when is time to help.
México give Chile 170 ton of food and supplies in time of need.
México was the country who help the most Ecuador.
México send help to Texas after the hurricane, no matter what Trump call us.
The list is big. But most important, we are already help each other, all over the country we are sending help to the states damages. But is not enough. Tousands of people has lost their house, the labor of rescue is going on, there children dead, and people who need to be rescue.
Please help, share, but do something about it.

“bingo,m’love. I was goin ta show ya exactly what a real man will do to yah.”; drew mcintyre oneshot

SUMMARIZED: Adam Cole is forever harassing you but you only want Drew. Drew decides after hearing one such discussion between yourself and Adam, that he’s going to make his interest in you known. A bit of a brawl in the parking lot and a heavy makeout ensue.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii!! I have a random question, what was your favorite part of 1dday?? They really need to do another one so that we can have a Larry hour!

Hey babe! 

As much as I loved watching those spoons suffer, I don’t think we’ll be getting another 1D Day anytime soon. (Although I do agree about the Larry hour!)

So here is my top 10 1D Day moments because I couldn’t choose just one. (:

10. The Twenty Turd of November Two Tousand and Tirteen

Obviously I had to start off with this. This will make me giggle for the rest of my life.

9. Lilac Niall

This sweet angel. I am still not over this. 

8. Naked Niall

While we’re on the subject of Niall…

Okay this is slowly just turning into 10 things about Niall… lol

7. Toddler Talk

“I think he looks for treasure.” - Toddler on Louis


6. The Payne Train

… And thats all I have to say about that.

5. The fact that Louis hated every minute of it.


Obviously the better Styles.


3. Define girlfriends 

Louis Heterosexual Tomlinson needs the definition of girlfriend?

“Can you use it in a sentence, Piers?”

2. Little Things

When Harry decided to murder me into oblivion by serenading his boy in front of everyone.


1. Talk Dirty To Me

This was 100% the best thing to ever happen to me. If you don’t agree, you’re wrong. 


When Harry tried to copy his boyfriend and almost leaped straight over Paul with his giant hoppy frog legs.

Hopefully we never have to relive this ever ever again. 

Tales about a boy

I wrote a hundred letters to you and a tousand scrips about you. I spilled my thoughts all over the paper as I scribbled down the notes of the forbidden thoughts. Most days I spent hours thinking about you scribbling little drawings on a piece of paper that was once meant to be my school notes.

Most days my mind wandered back in time to moments I could never forget maybe or certainly because my head made them play by repeat. Some hours my head showed me scenarios that are so unlikely to happen like a thunderstorm kissing the sunshine.

I can’t explain why I have those feelings inside me and they are more likely to be random that to have a good reason.

In my mind you are so special even tho you say you are just an ordinary boy. I don’t know if those thoughts come from you being in my head for so long that I put my thoughts in the person you are or you not knowing how special you are.

Obviously I can’t help myself. I am so afraid of you loving someone that isn’t me that I don’t know how to thinks straight when you tell me you’re with another girl. That might be supid but also might not because my fear of loosing you is certainly not to be underrated in perspecitve of me loosing you more than once in the past.

I’m struggling with myself because I am no one telling others what to do and I don’t see me in the position to forbid someone something. I was never the kind of girl wishing someone the worst or even putting my needs above others. Everyone is worth the same and so deserves the girl you meet you. I just need to remind me of that everytime I feel the sharp needle sticking in my arteries.

You are the wind to my water

5sos preference ~ he has a breakdown/ starts crying on stage

Got inspiration to do this, been gone for a long time now and want to get back to writing. I’ve been so inactive on Tumblr because I’ve been traveling so much this summer (going away again tomorrow), right now I’m feeling quite beaten up (hard work out session yesterday) and I’m done packing, so felt like perfect timing to make a preference :-)

Michael (his pov)
I was alone on stage, it was my “moment” before playing Jet Black Heart. Looking out at the sea of fans made me so proud, y/n woul-… And there I go again, forgetting that we have broken up. I started thinking about how JBH was her favorite song on slfl. I knew I had to stop thinking about her if I didn’t want to start crying on stage.

Somehow I managed to advert my thoughts from her, and it worked up until right before I was about to start singing. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes just for a second, and an image of her face flashed up in my head. My voice cracked a bit on the first word and a few tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t deny it; I missed her a lot!

I magically got myself through the rest of the song without anymore tears, however when I bent down to pick up my bottle of water before the next song, I could swear I saw her face. I turned around quickly to wipe my tears, but it was quite obvious to everyone else what was happening.

Throughout the concert my bandmates looked at my a bit worried, and tried to mentally communicate about my emotional stability with me and each other. I had small mishaps here and there, but nothing major, I managed to hold it in and move on.

When we got backstage I tripped in a few wires, that was when the rives over flooded. I was laying backstage crying my eyes out on the floor because of my recent break up. I felt cold and wanted her arms to hug me and hold me close. I wanted her to rub my back and kiss my tears away, the way she had done about 3 months ago when I cried in her arms for what would be the last time, which I didn’t know at the time.

Ashton was the first to notice me on the floor, so he sat down beside me and tried to comfort me. He let me put my head in his lap and stayed there with me until I calmed down. Calum and Luke were not to far behind, and sat down with me on the floor too. Luke played with my hair, as the boys had seen y/n do it before to calm me down. Calum rubbed my back, as he didn’t know what else to do, but wanted to help calming me down.

“You okay now?”, Luke was the first one to speak up when I had stopped crying. Skipping the normal question “what’s wrong?”, everyone knew what was wrong. I didn’t have the energy to verbally answer, so I just nodded, but this was a lie, and they knew this as well. I wasn’t “okay”, I was broken. Everyone knew I was broken, but they knew there was nothing they could do, so they pretended to believe me.

Ashton (normal pov/ authors pov)
Ashton had not been feeling well all day, he had gotten a cold and a fever somehow, and with that came; a very blocked nose, achey limbs, shivers and a headache. However Ashton claimed that “the show must go on” and with that, he went on stage.

For the whole day, Ashton had taken naps in between work, and that had made his fever go down a bit and his muscles weren’t aching as much anymore. He still had a blocked nose, small fever, slightly aching muscles and a headache.

A headache can be bad enough when you are laying in bed resting (depending on how bad it is). Now replace the bed with sitting on a drum stool with bright lights in your face. Add the sound of tousands of girls screaming. Put on the voices of your three best friends singing into microphones and playing instruments over speakers. To top it off you are sitting behind the drum set and drumming. Even with his “ears” in, all of this were not feeling too nice to poor Ashton, and his headache only grew worse.

They were done with about half of the set when they got a break, and Ashton was sitting backstage with his head in his hands. It was time to go back on, but even Ashton himself had now realized that he was not ready to do the other half of the set.

Michael was out there, ready to do JBH (don’t remember when in the show that was, but just pretend it’s in the middle). Luke told him to procastinate, and him and Calum were discussing what to do. You had sensed that Ashton was at his breaking point, so you went behind stage to check up on him.

Luke and Calum decided that they would let Ashton rest a bit, so Calum went out and interrupted Michael, so he wouldn’t start singing JBH. You told Luke to go to your bag and get two painkillers and get a cold towel, while you helped Ashton lay down. Luke went out on stage again, and they played “wherever you are” acoustic (got this idea from someone else’s writing, but can’t remember who, shout out to that person though!).

You removed Ashton’s hands from his eyes and looked at his tear stained face. You gave him the pills and a water bottle and he drank it willingly. You then moved so you sat indian style with his head in your lap, and you put the towel over his eyes and forehead, then you told him to relax and block out the noise with his hands. Your hands softly massaged his temples, and you could feel that it helped a bit at least.

The boys finished singing, and you asked him if he was ready again. He nodded, knowing it would be better when the painkillers kicked in as well. The rest of the band looked quite relieved when he got back, as they were having trouble with finding more ways to procastinate.

Upon his return, Ashton felt the need to explain to the fans what was happening. “I’m really sorry guys, I’m not feeling my best today and I just needed a little break. I’m lucky enough to have people around me who takes good care of me when I fail to do so myself, so thank you to the world’s best bandmates for being good at procastinating, and the world’s best girlfriend for being good at coming up with quick temporary solutions.” He grinned at you, as this wasn’t the first time something similar had happened, and it wouldn’t be the last either.

He thanked the fans for being patient, and with that the show continued. He was exhausted at the end, but he got through it at least. The rest of the night was spent in a dark bunk bed, cuddling with Ashton and comforting him, and you wouldn’t have rather been anywhere else.

So it’s getting late and I’m tired, don’t know if I’ll ever do Luke and Calum’s part, cause I might just forget it. It might take a while (we’re leaving tomorrow, and I won’t have too much internet, but I’ll try to do it). I have so many bruises up my arms, that it looks like I’ve been beaten up, thought I’d let you all know that!😂 Goodnight everyone!💤

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anonymous asked:

i think half of your followers in social medias are just because how you look and not cause your art.

are you one of them~? <3

honestly, it’s really hard to imagine tousands of people following me because i post a selfie every once in a while, but the thought itself is kinda flattering :3

so i’m good either way~ ;D