what if wrong with me i have no idea

anonymous asked:

I don't get one thing.Simon is running out of video ideas and I think we all know it.I don't get why he doesn't listen to his fans for once.And why does he think all fans wanna see is some private shit.I mean i have friends who have given him like lists of amazing video ideas and he hasn't done any of them.Like hello we exist,and it's not like all of your fans care only about your love life.Like I don't get this guy.(btw idk why I am telling you this I just wanna see if you think so too)

yes that’s what pisses me off too. as you said people have been sending either to him or to kim lists with dozens of video ideas every single time he asked for them and he still continues to complain. and he does the same thing with the questions for q&a. “all of them were terrible” yeah right. it’s like he doesn’t understand that there’s nothing wrong with being honest and saying that you don’t feel like making a video that particular day instead of using the same old excuses.

anonymous asked:

When I was about 15 I was a textbook INTJ, but in the last 5 – 6 years my life has gone through a lot of changes (university, deaths in the family, therapy that wasn't directly for me but I was intimately involved in the process, my own struggles with a severe medical issue), and now the way I'm progressing in the world has taken a complete 180. Before all this happened, I was rigid in my plans but I was much more open to different ideas on a fundamental level if I thought I was wrong. (1/5)

[con’t: Now I’m much more fluid in adjusting my plans and reading people to accomplish what I want to accomplish; I have a clear goal and I will do whatever it takes to achieve it, whereas before I was much more laissez-faire. I’ve gone from being overconfident in myself and my abilities to constantly feeling insecure and like an imposter, even though I’ve achieved to a very high level over the course of my education and people constantly say to me that I’m very intelligent and empathetic. One of my biggest fears during the last 5 years have been professors that I felt saw through me; if I could, I would drop classes to escape them and if I couldn’t, I would do everything I possibly could to “play the game”, so they would like me and wouldn’t find out I’m a big fake. Part of this insecurity is probably because I’ve accurately predicted some pretty terrible stuff within these past 5 years, which has definitely messed with my internal sense of reality. So while I can’t help but think my behaviour is indicative of me being an ENTJ (I’m now very concerned of what people think of me / my social appearance, I’m more likely to try to maneuver someone so they reach the conclusion I want them to reach instead of outright telling them they’re wrong, and I’ve come to realize that “truths” rarely exist and that pursuing them is useless, but on the other hand I have a very strong internal set of standards that I hold other people to. And I can see that I’m often if not always viewing these standards as “the right way of doing things”) I can’t reconcile with how different I’ve become compared to the person I used to be. Am I in some terrible loop or grip without even knowing it? Can your type change over time due to trauma or judging your previous strategies of accomplishing things as ineffective? Or am I still an INTJ who has extended my outside of my previous limitations and all this is a sign of personal growth?]

If you are INTJ (and you should read the Function Theory guide if you are not sure), then it sounds like you are on the road to grip behavior if not there already. You seem to be overindulging Te and using Fi rather unconsciously, probably as a learned coping mechanism against the stress of the past few years, so you are somewhat “shut down” and not in touch with your true self. This often happens when a person doesn’t take enough time for self-care in the face of stress and instead pushes aside their feelings and emotions to “get things done”. You are doing things in a perfunctory way, to further your own immediate comfort (Fi-Se) rather than to further your potential to be better (Ni-Te). This grasping for immediate emotional stability is going to gradually turn your personality upside down so that Ni is getting farther and farther away from you and then Se grip appears. Develop your functions in the appropriate order, consult the Type Development guide.

consideritwung  asked:

I have literally sooo many coldwave ideas (and zero time to write any) so: Len takes the fall when a job goes wrong because Mick has priors and all Len’s got is juvie on his record. Cue Mick being paranoid and worried about Len in prison for his first time alone.

Ok so I wrote something for this but it’s Len’s pov not Mick’s, so I’m not sure if it’s what you wanted? If you want me to rewrite something from Mick’s let me know!

Years later, when he tells himself the story, he tells himself that he had a feeling that something was wrong. He convinces himself that the rumours about him are true, that he does have an eerie sense of when things are going to go wrong, that it warned him, that it let him plan.

Here’s the truth: it was just supposed to be another job, it felt like just another job, and everything felt totally fine up until the moment when the alarms went off.

He only has a split second to think, and so it’s instinct more than rational thought that makes him tell Mick that they should split up, that Mick should go right and he’ll go left, knowing full well that that’ll get him caught and only maybe get Mick away. But a maybe for one of them is all they’ve got, and that one is going to be Mick.

It’s going to be Mick who gets away because Mick is, above all else, a pyromaniac who cannot be kept confined, away from things to burn, for too long. It’s going to be Mick because Mick has priors, and all Len’s got on his record is juvie. It’s going to be Mick because Mick hates jail, hates it with every fiber of his being, and because Len can make himself stand anything if he has to. He dealt with Lewis for Lisa. He can deal with jail for Mick, for the way Mick stares at a lighter and calls it beautiful, for the way Mick smiles in the morning, which is more beautiful than any mere fire could be, for Mick, for Mick, and for Len, too, because it makes him happy for Mick to be happy.

Maybe that’s what went through his head, made him shout “Go right!” confident in the knowledge that Mick would, as always, do as Len bid.

And if that were why he did it, he thinks he can live with himself.

But he’s always been about playing the long game, has seen his father’s successes and failures and learnt from them, and he knows you don’t leave others behind, knows that whoever gets caught will be out of jail in a matter of months, but that both of them will live in the criminal circles of central until they die. if he saves himself at Mick’s expense, Mick will know, and remember, and will not forgive him. He will lose Mick. He will lose the one person in the city he can count on, the one person he can trust to have his back and keep him alive.

If that’s why he did it…

Here’s a truth he doesn’t admit to himself, even though he works it into everything he does, a truth that he can never let Mick suspect: for all that he spends a lot of time being scared for Mick, for all that he’d tear the world apart if he thought it would help keep Mick happy and healthy, he’s always been just a little bit scared of Mick, too. He always wants to keep Mick happy, and it’s not all altruism. For all that he knows Mick doesn’t want to hurt him, he knows that Mick, just like anybody else, could and would, if the circumstances were right. He can’t ever let the circumstances be right.

Mick comes to visit him in jail. He gets side eyed from everybody from the other prisoners to the guards, because they know him, know that he’s a criminal to the bone, but he’s got no open warrants so they have let him come and go as he pleases - well, according to visiting hours, at least - , and when he comes he’s all worried about Len.

And Len - Len can’t look him in the eye, because he doesn’t know why he did it, doesn’t know what was going through his head because it all happened so fast, too fast for conscious thought, too fast to really understand his own thought process and think it through. If he did it for Mick’s sake, that’s one thing. That’s noble, that’s understandable, that’s the only kind of good deed Len will ever be able to touch, with hands as soiled as his.

If he did it for himself, if he’s so inherently manipulative that it’s instinct, that he can see the long game before he has time to consciously think about it, then that makes him more dangerous to the people he claims to care about than his father ever was. He doesn’t think he could bear that. Not with the way he’s made sure that Mick and Lisa listen to everything he says. If he commands them with their best interests at heart, then that’s ok. But if he tells them what to do and they do it and he’s doing it for him, that’s - that’s horrible. He can’t live with that, can’t be that kind of person.

So the question remains - why did he do it?

Mick calls in half the favors they have, getting Len a good cellmate and keeping the gangs off him until Len tells him to stop wasting them. Even then, Mick visits more than he should, furrow in his brow, face tight and concerned. He’s worried about Len, and his care is visible to anyone who cares to look.

Len wishes he deserved it.

He gets out six months, two weeks, and three days after that heart stopping moment when he shouted “Go right!” and Mick’s waiting for him. “Hey boss,” Mick greets him. “How’d it go?”

Len knows that the question is genuine, that Mick really cares about the answer, but he can’t respond, knowing that he doesn’t know whether or not he deserves that sort of concern from Mick.

“How ‘bout you tell me what happened outside,” Len asks him, instead of responding, “partner?”

Mick smiles, and starts filling him in.

They never speak about Len’s first stay in jail again.

@consideritwung

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I know you don't have negative attitude towards O and she's one of my fav characters in the 100, but something feels wrong to me and realy wanna know your idea. Of course, O has a mental illness and I saw people who justified her actions because of mental illness. But don't you think its kinda wrong? I do understand how awful it is to have it, but if O had come to me and stabbed me, I think it wouldn't be justified even for a bit. So, what do you think about this?

Oh her actions are entirely NOT justified. Being mentally ill and traumatized does not mean it’s okay for you to take out your anger and rage on other people. I’m actually worried about the people who started following me recently, because I am not an Octavia fan. I hold her responsible for the things that have happened. 

People are confusing understanding with justification. That’s the wrongness you’re feeling.

And they’re also confusing holding her accountable for her actions with blaming her for everything and saying she is irredeemable.

Neither of these things work. Not in real life and not on the show. She is neither the innocent angel nor the evil demon. She is a damaged and troubled girl who is in crisis and does not have coping skills who is lashing out at other people and out of control. She needs to stop and heal. And apparently no one else can do it for her, she has to do it herself. It might be easier for Ilian to act as surrogate for all her pain and anger and loss and forgiveness than it is for her to face herself, her sins, and her brother. 

It’s not a coincidence that they picked a character who killed his brother and father, and mother. And in many ways, Bellamy was both brother and father to her. Ilian is her shadow. Like L was Clarke’s shadow last season. Does that make Pike Bellamy’s shadow? Interesting. Maybe.

I do not actually LIKE Octavia and I never have. She is my least favorite of all the mains. 

And yet. I do not want her killed. I want her to step up and face her real life, the one in which she caused so much pain, as well as the one in which she was so very tragically wounded, her whole life. Both. Her story is important, both for the show and for Bellamy, and she’s finally becoming a whole character, instead of just a badass who lays blame for everything on everyone else. This is something I want to see, no matter how dark her character got. This is the story. The characters get dark. And they are redeemed…. or they are not. 

There are no good guys. There are no right choices. There is no good answer. It’s just a fucked up world and a bunch of fucked up people and they have to make the best of what they have with the time they have left, however long that is. 

  • Thomas: So we're kissing but we're not dating?
  • Jimmy: I knew that was going to come up.
  • Thomas: Don't get me wrong: I like the kissing. I'm all for the kissing. More kissing, I say.
  • Jimmy: I have no idea what that was about.
  • Thomas: Is it going to happen again? 'Cause if it is, I need to bring breath mints.

i can’t stop laughing about how many people have seen vox machina together in their entirety

and at least some of them have to have noticed that every single member of the party wears a single stud earring on one ear but never saw them actually use the earrings to communicate

so they’re just out there, assuming that the saviors of tal’dorei decided at some point that the only true way to express their friendship was for all of them to go out and get identical friendship earrings

A super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing. Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Ryan might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in, powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts, can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.

Jeremy can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on destroying something little can be done to stop him.

Geoff can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to. All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind, more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible to escape from.

Michael controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos. Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives. While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage, what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe; careening into danger as roads are  suddenly coated in black ice or bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.

Ray can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are Ray now, will fade away like they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays. Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and deflects and fades away.

Jack can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can, just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires, airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to any petty squabbles.

Gavin’s power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him, buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him, gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible. He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.

i went to the psychiatrist today, looking to get a professional diagnosis for bpd. when i told her that i think i have bpd she said “oh good! its really hard to diagnose people with things when they have no idea what they might have.” she also said that if i think i have bpd, then i probably have bpd. its that simple. she even told me to do my own research and come to my own conclusions and then bring back what ive put together. so everyone that has said that my self diagnosis was stupid or wrong, eat my entire ass.

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Fake Dating AU? Fake Dating AU.

Papa Schnee has arranged political marriage plan for Winter if she’s still single by the end of the year, and Winter will do anything to avoid that–even if she has to pretend to be couple with her archenemy.

Qrow is in huge debt, being an alcoholic he is. He’s also never fond of certain Ice Queen. But with his neck on the line, and despite he doesn’t want to admit it (not to mention he has pride and popularity to keep), her proposal wasn’t exactly bad idea back then.

However, they’re not exactly convincing with the constant 8-year-old squabbles.

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Leave Lauren Zuke alone!

If nobody has heard yet, people have started badmouthing Lauren Zuke because they wanted to write Lapis and Peridot as a couple and apparently that “wasn’t what Rebecca wanted to happen”?

You know what Rebecca would want to happen? For her writers to have fun, pitch ideas about what they would like to write about, and most of all she wouldn’t want them to be harassed over such a stupid problem as a shipping war.

Don’t get me wrong I have nothing against Amedot, I think it’s pretty cute, but seriously get a grip. If you want to draw shipping art? Fine. go ahead. If it’s not canon who cares? It doesn’t change the original show in any way at all so all of the people hating on non canon art can stop that as well, it’s not needed.

Edit: Just read some of the comments on Zuke’s post. Anyone who sent hate should be ashamed of yourselves. Putting fictional characters over showing decency to another human being is absolutely disgusting.

Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!


  1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
  2. “How long have you been standing there?”
  3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
  4. “Who gave you that black eye?”
  5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
  6. “I just like proving you wrong.”
  7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
  8. “Forget it. You fucking suck.”
  9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
  10. “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”
  11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
  12. “I’m pregnant.”
  13. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
  14. “Take. It. Off.”
  15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
  16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
  17. “Stop it! It tickles!”
  18. “It’s okay to cry…”
  19. “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”
  20. “D..did you just make that noise?”
  21. “He’s a bad kisser.”
  22. “You can scream if you want.”
  23. “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”
  24. “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”
  25. “One of them’s missing.”
  26. “Save some for me.”
  27. “Oh, fuck off.”
  28. “You’re still mad?”
  29. “Come over here and make me.”
  30. “You better watch yourself.”
  31. “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”
  32. “Why did we have to have kids?”
  33. “Call on Line 1”
  34. “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
  35. “I’m done! You can fix it!”
  36. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  37. “Where did he go?”
  38. “You leave whenever you feel like it.”
  39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”
  40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”
  41. “You’re going out dressed like that?”
  42. “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  
  43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.”
  44. “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”
  45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”  
  46. “I thought you were dead!”
  47. “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”
  48. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
  49. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”
  50. “You know you want it, sweetheart.”
  51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  
  52. “You just wanted them because the light up.”
  53. “That wasn’t very subtle.”
  54. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  
  55. “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
  56. “I don’t do hugs.”
  57. “Don’t talk anymore.”
  58. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”
  59. “How do I even put up with you?”
  60. “I said get rid of it.”
  61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”
  62. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”
  63. “Can you just man up and change his diaper?”
  64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”
  65. “I have a secret.”
  66. “I won’t let you get hurt.”
  67. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
  68. “He’s four years old!!”
  69. “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”
  70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
  71. “Me and the boys will handle it.”
  72. “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”
  73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
  74. “You’re a dork, just like your father.”
  75. “Mind if I join you?”
  76. “Daddy!”
  77. “I lost our child.”
  78. “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”
  79. “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”
  80. “There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”
  81. “I’ll take care of it.”
  82. “I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”
  83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”
  84. “Come on, baby, up to bed.”
  85. “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
  86. “Am I scaring you?”
  87. “Run! You said you’d work out with me!”
  88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.”
  89. “And when did you plan on telling me about this?”
  90. “Trust me.”
  91. “Scoot over a little bit, please.”
  92. “You’re so clingy, I love it.”
  93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”
  94. “Did they hurt you?”
  95. “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”
  96. “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”
  97. “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
  98. “Don’t shut me out.”
  99. “You got a cute butt.”
  100. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
  101. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”
  102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
  103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
  104. “…or we can chill in our underwear.”
  105. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”
  106. “Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”
  107. “You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”
  108. “Have you seen my contacts?”
  109. “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”
  110. “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”
  111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”
  112. “Is he coming home?”
  113. “I prefer blondes.”
  114. “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”
  115. “I let you win.”
  116. “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”
  117. “Can I do your hair?”
  118. “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”
  119. “I told you not to jump on the bed!”
  120. “He’s pampering me, let him be.”
  121. “Ready or not, here I come.”
  122. “I’m worried about losing my job!”
  123. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
  124. “Happy new year!”
  125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”
  126. “You nap, I’ll stay awake.”
  127. “It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”
  128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”
  129. “I’ll give you a massage.”
  130. “You fell asleep in the tub?!”
  131. “Are you doodling?”
  132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”
  133. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”
  134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
  135. “Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”
  136. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
  137. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”
  138. “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”
  139. “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”
  140. “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”
  141. “Use your words.”
  142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
  143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
  144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”
  145. “I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”
  146. “You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”
  147. “Look! Fireflies!”
  148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
  149. “I just need ten minutes.”
  150. *Make Your Own*

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Skype Meeting
  • Germany: ... why are we doing this again??
  • America: because we're too lazy to move out of our houses for a meeting, so we came up with this solution!
  • England: this is a bad idea- FROG WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS???
  • France: um, because I didn't feel like dressing up for a Skype meeting, duh!
  • China: you guys better have a good reason skyping me this early in the morning...
  • Japan: ... I... agree...
  • Italy: veh, sorry I'm late~ but my internet's been acting up weirdly
  • Russia: same with mine-
  • America: ... what?
  • England: WHAT? WHAT DID YOU LOT SAY?? I CAN HARDLY HEAR YOU!
  • Germany: Mein Gott, stop shouting England!
  • England: WHAT?? I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY BLOODY SOUND!!
  • China: I don't have time for this shit- What the?? My screen is off?? What, how do I get my face to show again??
  • Japan: not this again... and Russia-san's frozen... and everyone's going at 3 frames per second... what.
  • America: Da fuck is going on?? Italy, what's wrong with your screen?? It's so pixelated!
  • Italy: ve~? Oh, maybe it's because I'm downloading something for 5 gigabytes~~
  • Germany:
  • England: ... WHAT'S GERMANY SAYING???
  • France: I think there's something wrong with his mic-
  • America: France oh my God, you froze with the most ugliest face!!
  • England: BWAHAHAHA!!
  • France: SHUT UP HOW DO I FIX THIS????
  • Italy: ve~~~
  • Germany: *actually shouting but no one can hear*
  • China: where's my face??
  • Japan: ... I don't have the mental strength to deal with this right now...
  • Russia: *still frozen in time*
  • America: ... I can't believe we manage to fuck up a virtual meeting...

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M
Summary: Look, no one told you - warned you – about how good Dean Winchester looks in glasses. The worst part? He totally knows what he’s doing. 
A/N: Fun fact, I haven’t actually watched this episode yet. I just saw the glasses, and was inspired. Ahem. This is short. Sorry.

Dean is walking slowly next to you, eyes scanning your surroundings, and he’s clearly trying not to smile. You kind of hate him. 

Kind of.

The thing is – okay, you’re not dumb. Dean Winchester might be in his late thirties, but he’s hot, okay. He knows it, too. How could he not? People are always swooning over him and you’ll be damned if you’re going to be one of them. 

He’s wearing glasses today. You know it’s for a job, but still. It’s been hard for you to take your eyes off him since he put them on. You’re pretty sure he’s noticed, if the self-assured swagger in his step is anything to go by.

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Just a reminder that it’s completely fine to ship Otabek and Yurio.

Listen, there are thousands of ship between two characters that are friends in canon, and there’s nothing wrong about that.

There is nothing wrong about liking the idea of a romantic relationship the same way there is nothing wrong about liking the idea of a platonic one.

I have never seen this kind of discourse around straight ships. Actually, it’s pretty normal to ship two friends. It’s extremely common, and it doesn’t make platonic relationships any less meaningful.

I can’t believe people are actually saying we shouldn’t ship them because they’re friends since, to me, it makes the ship even more endearing.
The idea of them being friends for years and slowly falling in love is beautiful, and I’ll keep loving it no matter what other people say.

Otabek means a lot to Yurio to the point that he became part of his agape a day after they became friends. That’s how strong their chemistry is. Yurio laughed and blushed while talking with Otabek. He was given the attention he deserves, and even the recognition of his strength as a skater.

This is a beautiful ship.
Like it platonically or romantically. It doesn’t matter to me.
But don’t tell us we can’t ship it, because you have no right to do that.

And just because you want to interpret Kubo’s words whatever way you want, ignoring what the translator says, won’t make this ship sink.

If anything, I appreciate this ship more than ever, after her comment on how important their bond is. So much that they wanted to make more scenes for them.

I believe it’s safe to say that, if we get a second season (WHEN we get it), there’ll be a lot more Otabek/Yurio moments.

Don't Call Me Binary

Tonks: /Sometimes it doesn’t matter how I change my hair, or my eyes, or my face… sometimes everything just feels wrong/

Tonks: /Like being caught inside the wrong body/ 

Tonks: /It took years for me to figure out why this happened, and what I needed to do on those days to fix it/ 

Tonks: /gender is about as existent as Voldys nose/ 


Bonus

Remus: Hey Tonks have you-… wow

Tonks: is this weird?… 

Remus: Quite the opposite actually… you look great 

((OOC: when you get tired of peoples ignorance whilst also loving the idea of a gender fluid Tonks)) 

Just so everyone knows, If TJLC isn’t explicitly confirmed in S4, this blog is turning into an Anderson/Sherlock ship blog. Meta, headcanons, ficlets. Maybe even art. I’m not even slightly joking. That’s how confident i am. I’ll draw my new otp while wearing my homemade “i have no idea what I’m talking about” t-shirt I promised someone the other day. I have no problem being wrong – if it happens I’d gladly suit up. I don’t take myself that seriously. Either way, I think my followers are in for a treat come 2017.

Eden the GR8 strikes again!

Dear fan fiction writers,

Have you ever been at a loss for ideas? Have you ever felt like you might need some help with your plot development? A new, fresh point of view?

If you have, there is a simple solution to that! 

Just ask your beta!

@edendaphne proves over and over again that betas have the best ideas. Actually, scratch the best. Betas have only those ideas that REALLY counts! You can build fics and comics on these ideas! Look at this and prove me wrong.

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Medication Woes

Towards the end of last week I woke up feeling very strange one day. I felt terrified along with a sadness so deep I cannot describe it into words. It was almost like I could feel emotional pain right in my heart. I called my father down to my room very early in the morning and just had him sit with me and rub my back as I tried to calm down. I had no idea what was wrong. After a long while the feeling faded a bit and I fell back to sleep. 

The second I woke up, the feeling was back again, and at twice the strength. I called my doctor and he concluded I was having panic attacks. He prescribed Valium in the hopes it would settle me down a bit. Unfortunately it did very little to help the issue. It got so bad that for a few nights I had to sleep in bed with my father because I was too afraid to be alone. My sadness felt so deep that I was in constant tears. My eyes started to stick together. 

I had planned to call my psychiatrist, but it was the weekend of New Year’s and he was not available. We all decided that if I could just make it until Monday, then I would call the doctor and hopefully he would have some ideas of what to do. Sunday night got so bad that I very nearly checked into the hospital. 

In all the disarray on Sunday, I had forgotten to take any of my medication. I forgot to take it the next morning as well. By Monday afternoon I had discovered my psychiatrist wasn’t taking calls due to New Year’s. But then, as almost a miracle, after one more time forgetting to take my medication, my symptoms started to die down significantly. I finally realized that I was having a very bad reaction to a new antidepressant I was trying. The terror went away and the sadness I felt calmed. The emotional distress I felt in my heart began to mute. 

I have been through some pretty horrible stuff in my medical history. I’ve had several hospitalizations and surgeries. I had a giant hole cut out of my back that is still there to this day. But I can say, without a doubt, this was the worst experience of my life. 

The fallout from this incident has not been pretty. I’ve had mild panic attacks. Sad spells with ugly crying. Feelings of hopelessness. Lack of sleep. The symptoms lingered a bit as the medication escaped my system. I also had a few days there where I wasn’t taking anything for depression and I’m sure that didn’t help much either. I am off the bad medication and back on the medication that has caused me no problems in the past. 

Late last night and this morning have been the first time since this all started that I don’t feel I am in emotional distress. I don’t know if this is completely over, but I welcome the respite from feeling so awful. 

So if you are wondering why I haven’t been posting anything on my tumblr, or why this month’s patreon comic is not yet produced, I hope this gives some explanation. I hope to be getting on that as soon as I have a few more days of clarity and sound mental health. 

I just want to publicly thank my mother and father. I have no idea how I could have endured all of this without them. Staying up late nights rubbing my back trying to keep me calm. Trying to keep the tears from getting too bad. They are amazing people and I love them very much. 

I see my psychiatrist for an official appointment next week. I still hope we can find a medication or treatment that can help me, because I am far from being out of the woods. These last few months have been some of the hardest months for my depression I’ve ever had. Nothing seems to be working, and apparently treatment can sometimes even make you worse if you take the wrong pill. I am highly considering ECT (more commonly known as shock therapy.) It has been known to work wonders with treatment resistant depression and I wonder if maybe that is the only solution I have left to me. I’m not sure. 

If you are curious and want more health updates, you can follow my personal blog. Otherwise I hope to be posting funny, cute, and positive things on this blog again very soon. And I will be posting my patreon comic whenever I get my wits back from this debacle. I appreciate your patience.