very problem

So, my post-SDCC dash is like -

- and of course I’m happy people are happy, and even if I’m trying not to read spoilers and speculations (I’d rather be surprised), obviously I’ve seen some of them and I really hope they mean what we hope they mean and that next season is going to be this amazing Feelfest they’re sort of promising, but I just wanted to say - if you’re still grieving for those characters who died last season, if you feel let down by the show, if you don’t trust them to finally go there with Destiel or do right by Cas or whatever else - you’re not alone. I know that many of us are carefully navigated our broken hearts in this river of rainbows, so, yeah - we’re here. You’ve still got the right to be upset or annoyed or disappointed, no matter what happens during the hiatus, okay?

A New Chapter (Ch. 10): Epilogue

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Platonic!Reader

Length: 1611+ words

TW: Mentions of miscarriage

A/N: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. I’m crying, and I’m so emotional that this series is coming to an end. Thank you for sticking with me through this one. What was once a bunch of garbled ideas in my head because a freaking 21 CHAPTERED FIC!! I am shook. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Catch up on the Hell on Earth Series HERE

- Five Years Later - 

Dean drove as fast as he could to the hospital, his heart racing as he ran the worse case scenarios in his mind. He turned off the engine, and ran inside the building, running to the closest nurse. “I’m here for Y/N!”

The nurse checked the clipboard she was holding. “She’s in Room 156.” Dean barely waited for the man to finish telling him which room she was in before he sprinted to that direction, throwing the door open.

“Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?” he fired various questions as he held her face in his hands, his eyes roaming around her body.

“I just fainted at work. It’s okay, Dean.” She put her hands on his wrists, giving it a squeeze before pulling it down to her lap. “I’m okay.”

He kissed her forehead, rubbing her back while doing so. “You’re going to take a one week vacation from work. Deal?”

Y/N laughed, but nodded. “Only if you’re taking a week off too.”

“I will.”

“Y/N?” The general doctor on-call knocked on the door before entering. She was in her mid-40s, a hijab framing her tanned skin, and a mole on her left cheek. She’s only been working in the hospital for a couple of months, but knew of Y/N from working several shifts with her already. As well as the fact that Y/N was promoted to be head nurse two years ago, and that role meant that she was to remember all of the names of the doctors that are in her precinct.

“Hey, Dr. Hussain.” Y/N greeted, giving the woman a warm smile.

“Oh, Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Sarah?” She waved her hand, dismissing the formalities between them. “I heard about what happened, and the other nurses told me you’ve been feeling pretty unwell these past few weeks.”

She nodded, ignoring the worried looks Dean was giving her. “Yes. I just thought I was coming down with something.”

The doctor nodded, pulling out her charts.

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herheartgrows  asked:

Hi Father what advice do you have for Catholics with scrupulous OCD? For me--I often feel as though I have committed a grave sin and can never be forgiven. I also worry that I'm disappointing God and that I'm going o Hell. It's not really something I want to happen, it's just a part of my OCD.


It is not advice, per se, but the first thing I would say is that this is a very common problem, more common than we acknowledge. I hope you realize as you struggle with this, that many pilgrims in the same faith are walking this same struggle as you.

And although scrupulosity is rightly seen as an affliction, it is my belief that those who struggle with this often have intensity and passion in them which leads them to want to love God totally, to follow God obediently, and to serve God generously. 

Sadly, when people who are scrupulous fall short of their list of ideals, they feel they have to come back, confess again, or doubt their confession, or doubt their forgiveness, or doubt their worthiness. But this overthinking and second guessing doesn’t have to happen. God does not doubt your intensity and passion and God, who knows all things, knows that you love Him (John 21:17).

The other thing I recommend is to see your relationship with God, as you would see your friendship with the kindest person you know. Do not picture God with a stern, severe face when you are going to confess, or after you have confessed. Picture God with the face of the kindest person you know, who always smiles at you and understands when you mess up or fail.

When you mess up or fail with a kind friend, you just know it’s going to be alright, because the first thing that friend is going to say is, “It’s cool, don’t worry.” With friends that don’t like you a lot, if they get mad, they won’t call or come over your house, or will hold your failings against you.

However, the kindest friend whom you let down, will still text you and go over your house and say, “Hey, remember we’re going to go see that movie today? Get ready so we can go!” Picture God that way, like He sees when you mess up and He takes it in stride because the most important thing to Him is that you stay friends and love each other. God bless and take care, Fr. Angel

“If we think only of ourselves, forget about other people, then our minds occupy very small area. Inside that small area, even tiny problem appears very big. But the moment you develop a sense of concern for others, you realize that, just like ourselves, they also want happiness; they also want satisfaction. When you have this sense of concern, your mind automatically widens. At this point, your own problems, even big problems, will not be so significant. The result? Big increase in peace of mind. So, if you think only of yourself, only your own happiness, the result is actually less happiness. You get more anxiety, more fear.”
—   Dalai Lama XIV

I am delighted to find out that there’s a new quality meme in Russia, the Wizard “Fwoosh” Cat, fwoosh [вжух] being the sound effect for the magic wand waving. 

The Fwoosh Cat can do great magic in your every-day life, good and bad all at the same time.

“Fwoosh, you’ve got insomnia”

“Fwoosh, you’re adopted”

“Fwoosh, and money is gone”

“Fwoosh, you’re expelled” next to a list of expelled pupils in a university

“Fwoosh, black ice”

Obligatory money fwoosh

“Cannot fwoosh on this page”

“Fwoosh, and you can fwoosh on this page”

“If you see this image, then it’s your lucky day. You’ve been visited by The Great Wizard Cat, the wisest of all wizard cats of the wizard cat school. A curse was laid on you, and it will turn your life into a nightmare. Only the wizard cat can lift the curse and once again make your life wonderful and full of magic”


nobody speaks indian

maybe you meant

Adhd is already taken much too lightly, it can be extremely debilitating to many people and impacts every aspect of their life. I’m tired of it being treated as a less serious or “less important” disorder. I’m tired of it being thrown under the bus. It can be just as debilitating and hard to live with as depression or autism.

I grew up thinking i was neurotypical until 9th grade, despite being diagnosed with adhd in first grade, because nobody treated it seriously as a disorder. All I’d known about it was “Hyper and draws in class uwu” until ealier this year, 10th grade, i found out about executive dysfunction, hyperfixations, memory problems.

I grew up thinking i was neurotypical, but that i was just lazy and st*pid, that something about me was broken because i couldnt remember things i had just been told, i was told that i just wasnt trying hard enough because i was a smart kid.

I thought i was messed up because of my hyperfixations, and i hated how “obsessed” i would get with my fandoms and how much my friends made fun of it because many of them were “cringey” (Mlp, hetalia, fnaf, and undertale to name a few)

Please stop treating adhd as nothing more than “hyperactive and easily distracted”. It’s fucked up.

seeing falsettos

ive been thinking on this for a few days, but when i was in the theater to see falsettos there was an old man a few rows back and before the show, i could hear him talking about his experience with aids. this show meant the world to him in 1990, as a young man whose lover was infected not long before faslettoland began to play off broadway. he died a few months later. after the show he was crying, he was talking about “what would i do” and especially the “we’re just gonna skip that stage” line because they imagined they’d grow old together, even with the looming threat of aids in the 90s. the story of falsettos was reality for far too many, and it’s important to never forget that.


― Japanese skater Katsuki Yuuri: Grand Prix Final silver medallist.

Dedicated to the one and only @katsuukis who never fails to surprise me, and whose giffing style inspired me to try something new. 

me: *sees someone who vaguely looks like my abuser(s)*

me, already having a panic attack: they’ve found me and they’ve come to harm me again. i can’t believe i ever thought i was safe. i’m sure i can buy a plane ticket to some deserted island and-

When Alola gets remade before Sinnoh

tfw you’re writing and your fic is turning into something you didn’t intend it to be

tfw you’re writing and a character says something you didn’t expect them to say and it sort of opens up a new plot point you’re going to have to resolve now by the end of the fic