If you are not only in physical pain, but emotional pain, and oh get out of bed most days and do what you need to, you should be so proud of yourself.
If anyone calls you lazy, a burden, stupid, just remember that they don’t and likely won’t ever understand what you’re going though at all. Just remember that you are loved regardless of what that individual thinks.
If you have anxiety or a panic disorder or social anxiety and you still make your own doctors appointments I am so proud of you, I know this is hard but you’re doing so well.
And in these trying and emotional times just remember that we stand together, United, and we will not back down. We will support one another and pull each other through. You are beautiful and you are valid and you are so very strong.
Maybe it is stupid keeping you and your dad alive. I mean why am I trying so hard? maybe I should just bury you both down in one of those flower beds. and then I could just settle into the suburbs. what do you think about that?
Not all littles like Disney princesses.
Not all littles like pacies and bed time stories.
Not all littles want daddies or mommies or caregivers.
Not all littles like all the little things.
Not all littles are straight.
I am a little.
I like black AND pink.
I like bedtime stories made for big girls not little ones. And that’s okay.
I do not like pacies.
I am not strictly what the dd/lg community may say I should be.
Be open minded and recognize that every little is unique. We all have quirks and likes and dislikes. We are different. This is okay. You are beautiful and lovely and valid. Just a little psa.
You kick your feet free from the sheet, rolling to your
side, staring out the window beside your bed. He’s out there somewhere, not thinking of you like you are him. You
groan loudly, rolling over to your back as the nasty thought stings in your
chest. “You’re not this pathetic, get it together.” You mutter adjusting trying
to get comfortable again.
(I will write so much fluff, you will taste marshmallows for a month!!!! It will start sad but I will make sure to end it on a sweet note, just for you! ^_^ Mod Firefly)
Silence…That’s what was happening between them and Hanzo as he does not realize that it was killing them because all they wanted to do was help him after he was caught crying by them at about 2 am. “My love, you should return to bed.” He instructs as he hold his box in his hand with an intent to go practice. They shook their head and looked at him. The anniversary of Genji’s ‘Death’ was around the corner and it was killing him to relive the memories.
“Dearest, please return to bed, you are tired that you can barely stand so you are in no condition to even nock the quiver to the string.” They explain as he shakes his head and goes to continue training, leaving them alone and hopes that maybe he can open up finally and won’t keep shutting them out. He wishes that he would return to his usual serious self and not this person they wished he was not. That is when an idea came into their mind and went to set their plan in motion.
He returned a few hours later and was surprised by the sight before him. They had been asleep at the table with a box in front of them along with several pieces of crumpled paper. They were looking through a box of memories that Hanzo thought was hidden before he saw that it was that of the ones from Genji. He silently cursed his brother but something caught his eye before walking towards them and among them was a note addressed to him. Cautiously, he took the note and read it while preparing him some tea.
I know how hard this time is for you but you do not realize that it is a hard time for me as well. I have been with you for the past 2 years and I have stood by you without so much as a peep when you are upset but tonight, when you left me alone in the training room, I felt my heart shatter far worse than I have in the 2 years together but I am keeping to my promise, I will never leave you.
I know that Genji was your brother and that you still blame yourself for that but you were under the rule of your own clan and I know how strong you were appear. I stood by your side and I am not leaving now. Genji is here, he has forgiven you but you refuse to forgive yourself which makes me feel like I am failing as your partner.
Genji told me that you used to look forward to my visits when I was at another base but now, I come home to the man who I love drinking his pain and memories away instead of talking to me. I want to share your pain because it is not right that you take mine and hold that in while you harbor yours.
Do you remember our first fight? The day I accidently spilled your tea and ruined a kimono that Genji got you. You told me to get out and never come back but do you remember what I did next? I apologized, fixed my mistake and stayed by your side. I will fight for our love but Hanzo, why do I feel like this love is becoming a burden to you? Is it because the pain is better than me?
Hanzo, I will change, I will be a better partner and I will become more submissive if that means I get to keep you and not see you like this. Hanzo, I love you and I will never stop loving you.
Please, don’t let me go…I love you
He looked at their sleeping form to see that there were tears that were drying from crying and that broke his heart. Yes, he had focused on himself and did not see how much he was hurting his beloved. He was trying to punish himself but ended up punishing the love of his life in the end when he walked out on them, causing him to be no better than what he thought. But it was the last little paragraph that broke him.
They were willing to change, to become something they are not because they loved him. He did not want them to change. He loved how they laughed at how he would show up the others during training. He loved how they would prepare his tea just like he enjoys it. He enjoyed meditating with them after a long day and somehow, they both hold hands. He wanted nothing more now than to kiss them, tell them that he is sorry and that he loves them.
“H-Hanzo?” A soft voice says as they wake up from beside him and suddenly they rush to him, wiping his eyes and asking what is the problem. He did not realize he was crying and it was in that moment, he grabbed them in a hug, apologizing for hurting them and telling them to never change.
“Hanzo, can we please go to bed and talk about this after a few hours of sleep?” They said as a slight yawn comes from their lips and he chuckles softly and holds them close, telling them that it was perfect and that they could talk during breakfast tomorrow after meditation. They smiled and lead them to bed, holding him close and finally falling back to sleep as he held them close in his arms.
He has made mistakes in the past, some mistakes he still is trying to find redemption for but when it comes to them, he will move the sun, the stars and the moon if they would stay in his life. They were what will keep him sane and keep him being himself. He wanted nothing more than to keep them happy and know that they are loved. “I love you Hanzo” was mumbled from inside his arms as he smiled and he knew that with those words, they would never leave.
“I love you too, my beautiful love…sleep sweetly for me.”
For the first time in 10 years…his heart can finally feel some bit of peace.
…gets very, very deep sometimes, especially when he’s speaking to
Lavellan, in moments of dire emotion, sadness, or regret. Go to this post of Solas speaking in Elvhen and listen all the way to the end, ie: the very last line.
Lavellan: But you lied to me. I loved you. Did you really think I wouldn’t have understood?
the gravel in his voice as he apologizes. In their shared language.
He’s cracked open so hard. Laid bare to her. And yet, somehow, still cold. In his way.
When you woke up you were debating wether you should get out of bed yet or not. You totally dreaded facing Daryl. What would he say? What would he do? Would he even remember? “I guess now is a good a time as any.” You told yourself, pushing the sheets off of you and getting out of bed. You made your way into the main room and were relieved that you didn’t see Daryl in there. Thank god. “Ugh, I am never drinking again.” Glenn said, holding his head in his hands. “We all say that.” You said ruffling his hair, taking a seat next to him. “Ughhhh.” He groaned swatting your hand away and you laughed. “Here, drink some water it’ll help.” You said smiling and he took the glass from you. “I might throw up on you.” Glenn told you, before chugging it. “Some friend you are.” You said smirking at him.
“Thanks.” You said, when T-dog handed you a plate of eggs. “They’re powdered, but I worked my magic on them.” He said, making you chuckle. You looked up and saw Daryl had entered the room and you choked on your eggs, having a mini coughing fit. “Geez are you ok?” Glenn asked, patting you on the back. “Yeah, I’m good.” You said wheezing, trying to catch your breath. You concentrated on your plate for the most part, but you felt Daryl’s eyes on you and when you looked back at him again he quickly looked away. This was going to be a long day.
Unsurprisingly there was a problem, at first you thought this place could be a permanent home, you didn’t want to admit that it was a pipe dream. However, you didn’t think that this place would fall so quickly, it had barely been one day. “Please, all we are asking for is a chance.” Rick pleaded. “I told you once the doors are closed they stay closed.” Jenner told the group. Jenner eventually gave in and opened the door that kept the group trapped. “I’m grateful.” Rick said to the scientist. “The day will come when you won’t be.” Jenner replied, his response gave you chills. You shook your head and ran into your room and grabbed all your things, shoving them into your backpack. Daryl was looking around frantically, trying to find you. “Where is she?!” He screamed in his head. He was about to sprint back downstairs, but he saw you running towards him with Glenn right behind you.
Rick put the grenade that Carol had given him right by the window. Luckily the force of the impact broke the bullet proof window. “Come on let’s go!” T-dog said and everyone started to jump through the opening. “Shit!” You cursed when you fell getting out of the window and your leg was sliced by a piece of glass, there was blood everywhere. You stood up slowly but couldn’t move fast enough, the pain was excruciating. “(Y/N)!” You heard Daryl shout. “Just go, you don’t have time!” You yelled back at him. “I ain’t leavin’ ya.” He said, running over to you, picking you up bridal style and racing towards his truck.
He laid you down across the front seat and covered you with his body, shielding you from the explosion. Soon there was a loud blast and just like that the CDC was destroyed. Daryl sat up, when the sound of falling debris faded. Daryl looked down at you for a moment, making sure you were ok. He grabbed the red rag out of his back pocket and wiped the blood away. “It’s pretty deep.. but ya won’t need stitches.” He told you. He then got one of his shirts out of the backseat and wrapped it around your leg, tying it tightly. “Thank you.. for coming back for me.” You said to him and he nodded. The group started to drive off one by one and Daryl turned on his truck, following them. What are we going to do now?
Every once in a while you would glance over at Daryl driving. He had one hand on the wheel and his elbow leaning against the window frame, biting the tip of his thumb. It had been four hours on the road so far and the silence was killing you. You needed to know if he remembered last night, even if you didn’t like his answer. “Maybe I should give him a hint?” You thought to yourself. “Sooo, last night was fun.” You blurted out, immediately regretting your choice of words. What a stupid thing to say. You looked over at Daryl and waited for his answer, but he didn’t say anything. Another two hours passed and the group pulled over on the side of the road.
“What happened to you?” Rick asked, when he saw you limping with Daryl’s bloody shirt around your leg. “It’s stupid. This kind of world wasn’t meant for the uncoordinated.” You answered with a smile. You sat on a nearby log and checked out the large gash on your leg. Daryl watched you as you unwrapped it and saw that there was a minor infection. He pulled a pill bottle out of his bag and dropped it in front of you. “Here. It’ll help with the pain and infection.” He said and walked back over to his spot a few yards away. You sat there with a frown on your face for a few moments, before opening the bottle and swallowing the two pills dry. You got a clean bandage from Dale and rewrapped it. You stretched your leg out a little, it definitely felt better.
“Mom, I’m hungry.” Carl said to Lori, grabbing his stomach. “I know honey, we all are.” She answered. “I’ll try to catch us some squirrel or somethin’.” Daryl said and Lori thanked him. “Wait up.” You told Daryl and grabbed your knife. “Stay here, yer leg.” He told you. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, those pills worked quickly. Thanks for that by the way.” You said. Daryl just turned around and walked across the street into the woods, he knew there was no point in arguing with you.
“It’s so pretty out here.” You commented, the sunset was painting oranges and pinks across the sky. “I always wanted a little cosy house in the mountains, surrounded by trees.” You continued and he just grunted. Daryl shot his crossbow and caught his sixth squirrel, tying it to a rope around his belt loop.
Soon the pain in your leg came back and you leaned back against a tree. “I told ya you shoulda stayed.” Daryl said. “I’m fine, give me a second.” You said. “Just sit down before ya fall down.” Daryl told you and you did as he said. He sat across from you and cleaned off some of his arrows, while you watched him. “I didn’t forget ya know..” Daryl told you. “Huh?” You asked. “Never mind.” He mumbled and grabbed another arrow. Your eyes widened when you finally understood what he meant. You were at a loss for words, you honestly wouldn’t have thought in a million years that he would bring it up. “Did you.. mean it?” You asked him quietly, your heart pounding in your chest. He slowly nodded after a few long moments. You crawled over to him on all fours, taking the arrow out of his hand and sat on his lap. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him, the kiss growing more intense by the second. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly allowed. Daryl moaned pulling you closer against him. Unfortunately you both pulled away, needing to catch your breath.
You looked at him with a wide smile on your face. “Wha’?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m just happy.” You answered and began kissing him again.
Hope you guys liked part 2. Please let me know if you’re interested in a part 3 (I have a few ideas☺️)!
I was lying in bed and I’ve noticed a very reoccurring theme happening with other giveaway blogs I follow.
I realize some of y'all could care less what I have to say but I’m saying it anyway cause it’s getting really fucking annoying.
Calm down when it comes to these giveaway’s.
I personally have gotten asks telling me how I need to run my giveaway’s and how I should do things. I’ve also seen it with a few of the other blogs I follow and am cool with. Unless you yourself are a giveaway blog or have been doing this for a year or more then you don’t have much room to tell someone how to run their giveaway.
We dudes over here have a rhythm we always follow when it comes to giveaway’s and a way that’s convenient for us and helps us trade as fast as we can.
But you know what doesn’t help? When you send an ask telling us how long you’ve been in the GTS and how you were the first to deposit and blah blah blah. Like calm the hell down. Sun and Moon is still brand spanking new and so it still has kinks to work out. In case you haven’t noticed GTS giveaway’s here on tumblr have only recently gotten popular in the last two years.
Sending ask after ask after ask when all you could do is check a bloggers FAQ saves you an ask and us a groan and temple rub.
Like, it’s honestly not that serious. You just make a person tired and it saps so much energy out of person. You’re not entitled to these Pokémon being given out. If someone got annoyed enough they could just end the giveaway whenever they want because we don’t get paid for this, we do it cause we like to. But bitching and whining and telling us how to run our shit makes it a hell of a lot harder to enjoy it when you complain, get the Pokémon, and don’t even leave so much as a thank you.
I swear to the good lord it’s almost how it was when I first started my blog last year.
Anyways, I’m just keeping it real with y'all. It’s annoying. Calm the hell down, and if only if there’s like a serious problem like I dunno, someone sniping you, then try to avoid sending asks cause you’re impatient or want to participate in too many giveaway’s.
I am gonna start being healthy! I want to make a list here so I know what I should do tonight nd in the morning!
Night: Makeup removal
Put on a pore strip/mask
Get sheets and make my bed
Take it off
Brush my teeth
Take my meds
Set tomorrow’s playlist
Go to bed
Morning: Wake up @ a good time, earlier than normal.
Have water by my bed and a treat across the room to get me up
Turn on playlist
Start with 10 mins yoga
Doodle for a few mins!!
Do my looks
Maybe take an ootd? Who knows.
Eat a piece of toast w pb and honey
Leave for the day!
The scene in The Bone Season where Paige starts talking shit at Warden but she slips into street-talk is 100X inappropriately hilarious when you consider things from his POV and realize he has no idea what she’s saying: Flam? isn’t that some kind of food? Do humans not like this, “flam”? Should I ask her what it is or…? Wait, no that would be ridiculous. “Off the cot”? Well, indeed, I am currently not on my bed, but I don’t see how plays into things. I had better reassure her that I am trying to help her. And she just told me to go to Hell. Better give a super extra melodramatic response to that. Because it’s true.
Ive been sitting watching netflix for 5 hours straight now… maybe I should go do something else…. *wanders around aimlessly in house* *awkwardly opens fridge a few times* *somehow ends up back in bed watching netflix again* What am i even doing with my life.
You were sound asleep in your bed when your phone started ringing. You tried ignoring it but whoever it was determined to get you up and kept calling.
“God damn it” you groaned before picking it up.
“Y/N! What are you doing? Are you in bed? Its 10 PM on a Thursday. We haven’t gone out together in so long. I just got off work and I can meet you anywhere you want” Y/B/F/N yelled into the phone.
“Y/B/F/N, I really don’t think I should be going out right now. Unlike you, my ass has to be at work at 8 AM tomorrow morning”
“Come on, stop making excuses. We did this all the time when you were in school. It’s been 3 weeks since you saw him. He hasn’t called. He hasn’t texted or sent some carrier pigeon. I think it’s time for you to let it go. I know you still love him but clearly he doesn’t give a shit anymore.”
A part of you knew she was right. It had been almost a month since he kissed you on the sidewalk. You had tried contacting him a few times, but he never responded so you gave up. But everything had re-opened that day, all of your feelings came back to the surface. A part of you was still holding onto a little bit of hope. Maybe he had just gotten scared. Maybe he didn’t know how you felt about everything that had happened and wanted to give you space. Or maybe Y/B/F/N was right and he doesn’t care.