which is good for me bad for business

A hurt person will subconsciously be scared forever.
Being the cause of someone’s pain is also painful.

I have a weakness for always exposing my emotions. I feel like I have nothing to hide, and I don’t.
Another persons life is seriously NONE of your business.. and I don’t say that in a rude way, I just mean it as, it’s literally not your business.

note to person: I miss you, I can’t text you because that makes no sense, so
I write it on here because I know you’ll see it on your daily/weekly/monthly lurk (which ever it is) I wish you really got/wanted to know me.. every part of me. all the good, all the bad. I wish you accepted me. Wanting to expose, humiliate and publicly degrade a person you claimed you once loved is not real. Raising the question “what is?”

I’ll always love and never forget our time

Joker imagine: He finds out you’re depressed

anonymous asked: Heya. Can you write a joker x reader imagine where he finds out reader is depressed? 

WARNING: Might trigger. Don’t read if sad/depressive things are bad for you. Stay strong lovelies. I’m here if you need someone to talk to <3

Originally posted by murderous-manipulative-angel

Originally posted by breakfastclubbasketcase82

Your P.O.V.

It was raining again which didn’t surprise me. It was Gotham city, not sunny Los Angeles. I was lying in bed and staring out of the window as Joker was dealing his business downstairs on the meeting floor. Good. I really didn’t want him to see me right now. My eyes were red and puffy from crying a moment ago. It had been a month since it happened.

Exactly a month ago I had been walking around the city with my best friend Y/BFF/N. She didn’t even know how dangerous I was. You see I never talked about my ‘new’ life,because it felt unnecessary. I was so wrong. A gang had followed us until we were in a quiet place in the city and they attacked us. I didn’t manage to save her. My own best friend was let down by me. 

Just as I shot two of the men, one managed to attack Y/Bff/N who obviously didn’t know how to fight. Another man attacked me and I had to make a decision in one second whether to save myself and then her, or her and let the man kill me.

In the heat of the moment I shot the person that attacked me, probably because it felt natural to do. Then it was too late to save my best friend. The man shot her in the stomach twice, took her wallet and tried to run away, but I killed him.

It didn’t help at all.

She was dead.

For a month I had been thinking about that awful moment. I could see her pale dead face in my mind and it was haunting my nightmares. I was so sorry. Now just thinking about it again I felt so useless. She was dead, gone, buried under ground because of me, because I wasn’t good enough to save her.

Joker knew that she died, but I pretended to take it easily. I kept saying that we weren’t close friends and stuff like I had already gotten over it. I didn’t want to seem weak in front of him even tho he was my boyfriend. Lately I’ve felt like he deserves better than me. I’m just a worthless piece of shit that can’t protect one person.

After rotting in bed for a long time, I got up and walked to the bathroom. I saw my reflection and nearly gagged. My face was red from crying and I looked disgusting. My hair was a mess, probably reflecting my soul, a big mess. Instead of doing what I was going to, I kept staring at my own reflection. It seemed uglier the longer I stared.

‘’Fuck you’’ I told myself and suddenly I felt tears stinging my eyes. I was so damn weak! I tried to hold them back, but I saw my best friend’s dead body flashing before my eyes and everything came crashing down. It made me so damn angry. So I grabbed a mirror and smashed it on the floor. It broke into millions on pieces and scattered all across the floor. ‘’Stop! Stop! Get out! I hate you!’’ I screamed at the picture of the corpse. Then I collapsed onto the white tile floor and started pulling my hair.

I wanted to rip out my eyes because I couldn’t forget the sight. Loud cries escaped my mouth and I was a mess. Before I realized it, the door opened and Joker walked in. He found me crying on the floor, but I didn’t care anymore. He would leave me anyway. ‘’Y/N..Doll what happened?’’ He asked me worriedly and got down on the floor, avoiding the pieces of the mirror. I shook my head no, trying to let him know that I couldn’t tell him. I could barely breathe. My body was trembling and my lungs decided to control themselves without my help.

Joker realized that I wasn’t going to answer him in a while so he just pulled me on his lap and wrapped his arms around me. ‘’N-No..Let me go’’ I sobbed and pushed him, but he was stronger. ‘’I won’t. You’ve been so distant lately and you won’t tell me what’s going on. I can’t ignore it anymore’’ He nearly growled, but tried to stay calm for my sake. So he had noticed. 

‘’I’m a mess J! L-Let me go’’ I whimpered sadly and then inhaled a shaky breath. He didn’t listen to my demands. ‘’Please talk to me..I can’t stand seeing you die on the inside. What the fuck happened Y/N?’’ He asked me seriously. Our eyes met and I saw him unclearly because the tears made my vision blurry. ‘’I’m just a depressed idiot. You deserve b-better’’ I croaked out and then felt like I shrinked into a tiny bug. He looked at me sadly and his lips parted. It’s like he didn’t want to hear that one word, depressed, leaving my mouth.

It couldn’t be. I knew it was a shocker, but I couldn’t blame him. I used to be super bubbly, happy and crazy smiling all day all night. 

He shut his mouth and then let me go. I watched as he stood up with his hands in his hair and left me alone. My heart shattered even more, knowing that I had disappointed the only person that mattered. I stood up and wiped away my tears. I had to see where he went. So I walked out of the bathroom and held my breath so I wouldn’t start crying. My knees were weak, but I forced myself to keep walking. 

Joker was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was leaning his head against his hands. His back was faced towards me so he didn’t even see me coming. ‘’J I’m sorry’’ I whispered quietly, afraid to say something out loudly. He tensed up and I decided not to go closer. He turned around and I saw something very unexpected.

J was at the verge of tears. His eyes were glossy, but he was fighting hard against them. I had never seen him crying. 

‘’You really don’t see how much I love you. Don’t you understand how important you are to me? I don’t do relationships Y/N, but you changed that in me. I want you to talk to me if something bothers you, but I feel like I’m too bad for that. I don’t want you to be sad. I want you to be happy. Why haven’t you talked to me?’’ He asked me so sadly, in the middle of agony.

My heart was hammering in my chest and I was speechless. This was all too much. He sighed and got up from our bed and walked back to me. ‘’Talk to me Y/N, I’m here for you’’ He cooed and then put his big hands on my shoulders. My bottom lip was trembling and I tried to form the words to let him know what really made me this sad that it changed my brain and led me to depression.

‘’I feel like it’s my f-fault that she died’’ I admitted and then a strange feeling took over me. I was relieved that I finally let it out, but it made me cry again. I hid my face in his chest and tried to keep the tears back. As I shut my eyes, I could swear that I heard her voice in my head saying ‘There Y/N, you did it. It’s not so hard to let someone in.. I need you to trust him now that I’m not there..’

‘’Shh.. It’s not your fault pumpkin…it’s not your fault’’ Joker kept telling me and holding me close to him. His arms made me feel safe and for once I decided to try opening up to him. But the voice in my head really made me think. Was it her? Was she moving on? Or am I turning crazier?

‘’I don’t know what I’d do without you J’’ I admitted and then sighed. If he wouldn’t be here, I’d be a lost case, probably a bigger mess than what I was now.. I just had to trust him more with my feelings.

I had no one else either..


(comic by Anders Nilsen)

I used to shop at Amazon, a lot, and I felt bad about it. Then I read this very good (part 1) comic by Anders Nilsen (part 2)  & I decided to stop. It was easy & I feel better now! nbd!

So, Anders asked me to be a part of this project he’s calling Conversation Gardening, where two of the partners that make a book happen (the person who draws it & the person who reads it) exchange ideas while supporting a third partner, which is a small business selling the book.

The rules of this game! Are!

  1.  I’m going to draw 10 people a little drawing each.
  2. Buy my book, How to be Happy, from a small business (online ok!)
  3.  E-mail me to ask for my snail-mail address! eleanor (at) doing-fine (dot) com.
  4.  Send me, snail-mail:
  •      The receipt for the book
  •      A piece of paper with a question written on it
  •      A self-addressed, stamped envelope.

I will draw my answer to your question on the piece of paper  and  send it back to you!

You will have a little original artwork and one less nagging doubt in your mind. Plus, both of us will have slightly shifted our own sense of personal identity & maybe next time we click over to Amazon we will hesitate, close the browser, & walk downtown to our local bookstore instead.

Excited to take part in this. Excited that other artists will be doing it too (Zak Sally!). Thank you for inviting me, Anders. <3

“Carmilla, you need to talk to your daughter”

Carmilla sighed, looking over the top of the newspaper at her stressed out wife and their daughter who was smiling sheepishly, uh oh.

“You’re only my daughter when you’ve done something bad, so spill it, Izzy”

Isabelle was eight years old and the perfect combination of Laura and Carmilla, but with inheriting their good qualities she’d inherited the bad, which included a fiery temperament.

Isabelle sighed and flopped down on to the couch next to Carmilla, normally she’d instantly be pulled in for a kiss whether she wanted it or not, but right now she was in her moms bad books and Carmilla’s look meant business.

“It wasn’t my fault” She mumbled, Carmilla raised an eyebrow.

“Iz, I don’t care if it was your fault or not, Mom’s upset so you need to tell me what’s happened”

“This boy in my class was saying mean things”


“He pushed my friend Isaac down in the dirt”

“That wasn’t nice, did you tell your teacher?”

“I know! I did but Mike, the bully, decided to push him again”


“So I mighthavetoldhimoffandpunchedhimafterhestartedsayingthingsaboutmetoo” Isabelle babbled, refusing to make eye contact.

Laura re-entered the room from the kitchen, coffee for the adults and juice for their daughter.

“You’re not getting out of this, madam. Tell Mama again”

Isabelle sighed, dramatically hitting her head against the fabric of the couch.

“I punched him”

“You punched him? Iz, you know you’re not meant to lash out”

“I know but, but he called me a freak and said you two were dykes!”

Carmilla looked to Laura, who’s eyes were currently popping out of her head.

“You never told me that part!”

“Because you were yelling at me!”

Laura sighed, pressing her fingers against her temples. It had been a really stressful day at work, she’d not gotten the whole story and had obviously been hasty after having to meet with Isabelle’s teacher about the incident.

“C'mere, Iz” Laura said, opening her arms to her daughter who slowly went to her, hugging back.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him, he was just being so mean”

Carmilla joined the hug, rubbing both of their backs.

“You’re not dykes, you’re my moms” Isabelle sniffed, the women looked to each other, their hearts aching.

“Oh baby, you know that, but a lot of other people don’t understand that we love each other. That word is used by ignorant people looking to use hurtful names” Carmilla told her gently.

“Maybe Mike said it because his dad says it, he doesn’t have a mommy”

“Maybe, Iz, maybe” Laura wiped a tear from Isabelle’s face. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, babygirl, can you forgive me?”

Isabelle smiled widely.

“Of course! Am I forgiven too?”

Carmilla tried not to smirk, she knew when their daughter was trying to escape punishment, though this time she was actually on board with it given the circumstances.

“Yes, but only if you promise to try your best to control your temper” Isabelle was nodding profusely.

“I promise”

“Because I really don’t wanna have to pull you from Krav Maga”

More hugs and kisses were shared and then Isabelle ran off to play before dinner.

“How bad did she get him?” Carmilla asked, finally able to pry.

“I don’t think that’s important..” Laura took a quick sip of her coffee, Carmilla watched her and grinned in realization.


“Stop looking at me like that”

“Like what?”

“All smug”

Carmilla laughed, leaning over to kiss her wife before reaching for her own drink.

“Hey Iz, ice cream for dessert sound good?” She yelled up the stairs getting an excited yes please in return.

Laura raised an eyebrow.

“She gets ice cream?”

“She punched him in the throat, didn’t she?”

The night you met him. (Harry Styles)

You never in a million years would have thought that this is how your day is going to end. How did a regular Monday which started so normal turn into one of the best days of your life.

You finally got home and dragged yourself to your bed. You simply laid there with every single moment from last night going through your mind. How? Why me? You didn’t even try to hide the smile on your face. Everything was so wonderfully weird. It was him that made your mind explode in happiness.


After long busy weekend of night shifts at the bar you worked in, Monday seemed like an easy shift. You got out of bed at 2 pm which was a normal time for you as work made your sleeping schedule an absolute disaster. It wasn’t a good day, neither was it a bad day. It was just a Monday. After quick ‘breakfast’ if you can even call a meal at 2 pm breakfast, you jumped into the shower and put some clothes on. You dropped all your make up next to the mirror and sat down on the floor in front of it. You put some music on and looked at the time on your laptop. There was plenty of time till work and you haven’t really planned on doing much else. Luckily which you realized later that night, you put quite a bit of effort and time in doing your hair and make up, for no real reason apart from pure boredom.

When you were all ready for work you put your headphones in and left your house. The weather was horrible. You were wearing a simple shirt with a long baggy knitted cardigan, ripped black jeans and a coat. Which still seemed not enough when you shivered with your first step outside. The only thought in your mind was 'Thank god it’s not raining’.

You entered work at 6:30 pm and looked around to see loads of happy people with drinks in their hands and laughter mixed with music spread through the building. You quickly changed into your uniform and stepped behind the bar to be greeted with usual customers and your colleagues.

Even though working as a bartender was not your dream job it made you happy. You came to this small town in England to study in University and this job paid for your living. It couldn’t be better fitted for you. During days you would go to all your lectures and work during nights and weekends. You had enough money to let yourself live a free life.

The other thing you loved about this job is making other people happy. People call bartenders psychologist for a reason. You stand there, provide people with drinks and listen to their life stories. It’s fascinating I might say. The amount of people you’ve met so far with so many interesting stories makes you feel wiser.

The shift was going quite slowly and all your colleagues have left. It was already 10 pm only two more hours of serving. You slowly started cleaning around and getting the bar ready for the next day. There weren’t that many customers in the building, you were cleaning all the glasses and dancing on your own behind the bar. Suddenly you heard a group of people enter the building with loud laughter. You didn’t pay much attention to them when they sat down at a table and took their coats off.

’ I know Harry. It’s all your fault, you know’  -  one of the voices said.

’ It’s not my fault it’s cold outside’ - the other voice said.

’ Yeah but it was your idea to leave the hotel and go into town this late to have a drink’

You didn’t hear them approach the bar when you were dancing while polishing the glasses. You almost dropped everything when you heard a deep beautiful voice behind you.

'Good dance moves you got there, can you teach me?’ - you stood there frozen and turned your head around to be greeted by a tall man with beautiful green eyes. You didn’t realize for a second who was standing in front of you. And then it hit you. It’s one and only Harry Styles.

'Well I would teach you but I don’t think you’ll ever be as good as me’ - you said back to him trying to hide the surprise of who was standing in front of you. The other guys approached the bar. Surprise surprise it was the rest of his band mates. The first thought that ran through your mind is to act cool. You weren’t the biggest fan of One Direction, you knew a couple of their songs and a listened to them but your room was never covered with posters of them.

'Sarcastic. I like it’ - he snapped back at you with a smirk on his face that made you blush.

'Boys what are we having?’ - you made all of them drinks and he even offered to buy you one but you refused to as you didn’t like drinking at work.

Few rounds of drinks have passed and the boys were tippsy but not drunk. It was close to closing time when Harry came to the bar with a smile on his face.

'So what is your name?’ - He said leaning on the bar while the other boys were sitting at the table.

'Y/N, and let me guess you’re name is Harry’ - you giggled as you stood right in front of him behind the bar.

'Are you a mind reader or just a fan?’ - he said with a big smile on his face. You examined his face. You’ve seen pictures of him but just now it hit you how beautiful this man was. His curly messy hair, bright green eyes and tattoos covering his arms. Breathtaking.  

'Neither’ - you sarcastically snapped back at him. His face was confused and he didn’t know what to say. You were never the shy one around new people that’s why you kept the conversation going while cleaning the bar. He didn’t seem to care that his friends were sitting on a table far away from him. He was interested in you and you didn’t know why.

'What brings one of the biggest stars in the world to this bar in a small town?’ you kept a conversation going. It’s what you always did to customers standing at the bar but this time you were actually interested.

'Well we got a couple of days off and decided to come here. It’s not far from our next meeting and there is nothing better than exploring new places, isn’t it?’ - how did you get so lucky? Such a beautiful man was right there in front of you actually keeping a decent conversation with you. He is Harry Styles. Does he do it everywhere he goes? Randomly chat up and flirt with bartenders?

'Okey boys, last round and we are closing up. I think it’s time for everyone to get some rest’ - you said a bit louder so the other boys could here.

'No, no. We don’t want to go back to the hotel it’s boring there’ - Harry quickly replied with a worried face.

'Well, Harry, I can’t just keep the bar open because a couple of famous boys are drinking here. I’m sorry darling but we will be closing you want it or not.’ - you said with a genuine smile on your face.

Harry bought the last round and went back to the guys. By the time they finished their drinks you almost finished cleaning up and the only thing left was counting the money.

All the boys put their coats on and were getting ready to leave. As Harry whispered something to them. All the boys walked out but Harry. He started walking up to you and you thought 'This one is going to be trouble’.

'I’ve already told you we are closed and I’m not staying extra time here just for you.’ - you said as he stood there with no intention of leaving.

'Well me and the boys had an idea, why don’t I wait for you to finish up here and we all meet up in our hotel and hang out a little bit. We are making each other crazy, I can’t keep talking to them anymore. As much as we love each other, we need more people around us.’

'We just met a couple of hours ago. It’s a bit weird and I don’t think going to your hotel at 1 am is a very smart idea’ - you snapped back with a confused face. Why was he inviting you? What are his intentions?

'Oh don’t worry’ he laughed at how you reacted to his offer ’ We are not murderers I promise you and you don’t seem like one. And I’ll get you home and safe at the end of the night. Pinky promise.’ he said putting his pinky in the air. As much as you wanted or had to say no, you wanted to see where this is going. You actually liked talking to him. He seemed very smart and genuine, but it could only be a mask. Every bone in your body was screaming to say no, but you were mesmerized by his beauty.

'Well if you are definitely not murderers a couple of hours wouldn’t do any harm’ - you said putting a pinky up to his. You’ve never met this man before and he was incredibly powerful and famous. Somehow you felt safe as if you’ve known him for ages.

He sat there staring at you as you finished cashing up. He waited while you went upstairs to the office did all the paper work, changed and came downstairs to see him standing there with his coat on ready to go.

'All ready?’ - he said all excited.

'Yes, let’s go’

You’ve got a taxi to their hotel which was a 10 minute drive away. When you entered the room all the guys were sitting there playing FIFA and didn’t even notice you walking in.

'Hey guys we are back’ - Harry said loud enough for everyone to turn their heads to us. They were a bit surprised but you were hoping not in a bad way.

'Hey guys I’m back.’ - you said not know what to do next. They all stopped playing and turned their attention to you. Harry left the room and all the guys started talking to you, they seem genuinely interested and you were surprised by it. The conversation kept on going when Harry walked back in with drinks for everybody. When he sat down across from you and smiled, your stomach stopped for a second and you felt your cheeks getting red.

The time was flying by and you were having fun, you relaxed after a couple of drinks down in your system. You played some stupid drinking games and got to know them a lot. You were surprised how open they were about their lives and how genuinely friendly they were towards you.

One after another boys started leaving the room to go to sleep. You completely lost track of time and place. You didn’t realize that it was 5 am all the boys have left and you were casually sitting with only Harry on a bed. You talked about life, your dreams, your favourite places, everything. He opened up to you like a long lost friend. At that moment neither of you had any intentions of sleeping together, it was pure night conversations, which were the best.


You slowly woke up and opened your eyes with surprise. He was right next to you. You could feel his warm body next to you and his arms wrapped around your waist. You took your phone off the table next to the bed trying not to make quick movements not to wake this gorgeous human being next to you. He only moved a little bit, groaned and moved his hand from you. This was your chance to go. You were already late for university but you didn’t feel guilty about it.

Last night was one of the best nights of your life, purely because you opened up to a random person you met and he opened up to you. That night you made a new friend and if he wasn’t this famous you would keep him forever. But you knew it was over the second you opened your eyes from sleep. You put your shoes back on and thought that leaving like this would be very rude.

You quickly found a paper and a pen and wrote him a note. For a moment you thought its a stupid cheesy idea and wanted to throw the piece of paper out but who cares. You may never see this man in your life. You felt connected to him. You wanted to see him more, talk to him, laugh with him, be with him. You put the note on the table next to the bed, kissed his forehead and left the hotel room with the biggest smile on your face.


Thank you for last night. But you broke your promise. You said you’ll bring me back home which never happened. You broke the pinky promise. How dare you?!

But sincerely thank you, I had an amazing night. I’ve never opened up to anybody like this. You guys are genuinely one of the best nicest people I’ve ever met. I’ll tell you a secret, you are my favourite.  

Have a lovely life.


You never in a million years would have thought that this is how your day is going to end. How did a regular Monday which started so normal turn into one of the best days of your life.

You finally got home and dragged yourself to your bed. You simply laid there with every single moment from last night going through your mind. How? Why me? You didn’t even try to hide the smile on your face. Everything was so wonderfully weird. It was him that made your mind explode in happiness.


This is the first imagine I’ve ever written. :)

KJ is my homeless 25yo patient with MS and no toes because he had to get them amputated after “Mr. Frosty nipped at them” last winter. He has no family here of which to speak and he hasn’t seen his son in a couple years since he came out here for a business opportunity that has since fallen through. He is relentlessly positive about his lot in life, even though he’s wheelchair-bound because he suffers the most terrible muscle spasms and we’re having trouble finding placement for him. When I asked him what had him in such a good mood today, he told me it’s because I ‘stopped by to smile and chat’ several times. 
I thought today was a bad day, but my bad days are not so bad, I suppose. And I feel really lucky that my future career involves meeting more people like this kid.  


So this week marks the -40lbs mark, this is halfway to my end goal! I am super pumped that I managed to achieve this in the last 7 months and it has brought with it all sorts of positive changes I could have never predicted!

It was made all the more awesome seeing as this week has been woeful in other ways, I was told the business I work for is closing for good in October and although I am remaining upbeat I live on a small island where jobs are few and far between - so this personal achievement really lifted me, since the business is closing some staff have already left so I am doing crazy hours the next few weeks, which means I don’t feel bad in rewarding myself!

I’ve decided to upgrade my fitbit charge HR to the blaze and revamp my fitness plan! Silver linings and all that!

Voice Mail

There were two rings before she got his cheeky voice mail. “It’s Uchiha Sasuke. I’m away on business but please leave a message.”

A high pitched beep followed.

“Hi, it’s just me. Hinata. Um, I had a bad night.” She sat on her bed, twisting her fingers in her hair. “I got into a fight with Shino over something really dumb. He’s ignoring me, which is funny because he hates being ignored but he’s so good at it…”

There was a click.

Hinata held her hands in her face before redialing. “Sasuke… I’m sorry. It’s me again. I’m just… I’m bothered. I miss Neji. Like, a lot. And I don’t know how I can cope without him. But, that’s okay. Right?”

A second click sounded, grating on her nerves. “Look, I stay up and I talk to you when you’re upset. In fact, all we ever do is talk about you! What do you know about me?”


“Sasuke, I’m so hurt. I’m alone and I’m scared. I thought you’d be home this evening. Why can’t you ever call and let me know what’s going on?”

“Sasuke, please answer.”

There was a tone when she redialed. “Inbox is full,” a machine voiced.

Hinata through down her phone, rolling into the fetal position.

The Good, The Bad and the Fluffy

Author: _ksps_

Genre: Fluff, Romance, (Eventual) Smut, AU

Rating: NC-17 

Length: Chaptered: Ongoing

Summary:  Jongin gets hired as a dog-sitter by a rich business man. Little does he know that he is not the only one who thinks he has hit the jackpot.

Admin F’s Notes: This fic is really interesting so far, I’m really excited to see where it’s going. The writing is really well done, which makes me happy, and while there hasn’t been too much character development yet (the story just started) I enjoy the portrayals so far. Also there’s a Pomeranian. ᕙ༼◕ ᴥ ◕༽ᕗ


What's Life Without a Few Dragons

So, I didn’t want to write a part two to Vodka Cannot Kill a Dragon but I did because I’m out of control. Someone needs to stop me. Seriously.

I blame people from Twitter again because I’m an adult and that means I can run away from my responsibilities if I want to.

Also available on Ao3.

“It’s your bachelor party and I’m your best man,” Jace had said. “You owe me to get drunk.”

Alec is pretty sure he’s heard those words before, or something close enough.

He also knows that two things came out of it. One, he got engaged to Magnus, which is a good thing. Two, he experienced the most embarrassing week, maybe month, of his life after that, which was a very, very bad thing. Simon, the living (or dead – or undead, damn this vampire business can be so confusing) proof that vampires cannot be trusted, had recorded him blathering about Magnus’ skills with his mouth (among other things) and forwarded it to all of their friends. For a while after Jace and Clary’s wedding, he had had to deal with knowing smirks and snickers behind his back every time he walked through the Institute. He is not going to make the same mistake again.

Except he already has because before he can register what happened, he’s hammered again.

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My thoughts.. and theory.

Unpopular opinion, but I’m actually satisfied with today’s ATR.  Granted, I would’ve loved more information being the huge fan that I am, but it’s all good.  I’m pretty bad at keeping up with things since I’m really busy anyways, so I don’t mind the slow pace at which they’re releasing information.  If anything, it’s a really good tease and helps me speculate more things and keeps us all guessing.  I love guessing and making theories.. and when they’re canon, I just love getting all, “YES.  I SO CALLED IT.”  I also like how they’re giving it time so that new fans can get into it too.  I just think we all need to be patient.  Yes, I know everyone’s been waiting for the past 9 years for this–I’ve been waiting for this since I was 12, and now, I’m 21 and graduating from uni this year.  However, if they released everything all at once today, they wouldn’t have anything left to say during the next few months up until the release.  We’d only just be getting the same trailers over and over again, and I’m sure many people would complain about that.  No matter what, people will always complain, but I for one, refuse to complain (except, the only complaint I have IS THAT SOMEONE ATTACKED MY PRECIOUS LIL BAE LUNA UGH HOW DARE HE) because I appreciate SE’s hard work and efforts into building this game + taking fans’ opinions into consideration.  I mean, for crying out loud, they climbed mountains and all that good stuff.  

And now, for my theory… Luna may be the evil character that opposes Noctis. According to Nova Crystallis, Leviathan will be summoned by a female.  My only guess is that Leviathan will be summoned by Luna.  Let’s just say that, because in this scene where Noctis is in Altissia: 

Luna is also waiting for Noctis in Altissia, but from what we’ve seen and know so far, she’s the only female that we know that’s in Altissia–making her a possible candidate as Leviathan’s summoner if there were other females around.  Now, we know from this image:

Luna is on the evil side.  This image was presented when FF Versus XIII turned into FFXV, so I think it’s safe to assume that it’s Luna we see in this image (give or take, the earrings and moles because shit man Regis and Prompto went through redesigns but hey, they showed Fringe lady’s render here at the ATR so…?  Yeah LOL).

We see from this concept art here, that she’s in tattered clothing, holding a ring and escaping from Insomnia? Maybe Niflheim was staging Luna’s death.. so then she’s on her way to Altissia after that.  That’s why the tanks are facing away from her and not attacking her?  She’d probably look more distressed if she was being attacked, but she has such a calm look on her face.  Perhaps she took off her engagement ring because she ain’t in love with Noctis.  Well, if she don’t got a ring on it, I like it so I kinda wanna put a ring on it lololo jokes jokes

Perhaps she’s truly evil–to an extent.  Now, they didn’t say she was a protagonist, so I’d like to assume that she was an antagonist.  Since the supposed marriage between Noctis and Luna is arranged, I think they’re using it as a lure.  Maybe Luna’s a total yandere, and she acts innocent for senpai in order to lure him into danger.  After all, she told Noctis that she “had something” for him and was “waiting in Altissia.”  Since she’s waiting in Altissia, maybe she was the one that summoned Leviathan in an attempt to kill Noctis and “sever the line of Lucis once and for all.”  

What if.  However, maybe she has a change of heart in the end and realizes that Niflheim’s morals are skewed as hell… and that she finally has a mind of her own and betrays them to do what’s right in the end.  anyways, I still think she’s hot as fuck and I’d go so fuckin lesbigayyyyy for Luna 10000/10 would bang

Please be excited.  LOL jk.  Thoughts?

Hey, you up there! Yeah, you, Shelter Pet Project humans… crouch down. You’re just TOO TALL!

I’m Sullivan from P.A.W.S. Of Dearborn County, Inc. in Indiana, and I have a thing you need to do. First, hold your hands out in front of you, then wiggle all your fingers. (So weird how they have no fur or claws, but do it anyway.)

Next, flop your wrists around so they’re all loose and flexible. That’s it! Not as good as a cat can do it, but not bad.

Now that your sharing finger is all warmed up, get ready to LIGHT UP THE INTERNET with me!

My best features are that I like to talk (you can probably tell, right?) and I LOVE to be with my person… none of that “aloof cat” business with me! (Unless it comes to other cats, in which the “aloofer” the better, if you know what I mean.)

I am already on the Internet, although it’s nothing compared to what will happen after all of YOU make me famous:

Desktop: http://theshelterpetproject.org/pet?id=28439866

Mobile: http://m.theshelterpetproject.org/petdetails?id=28439866

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Want to talk to my adoption friends? Call 812-577-0829 or use the contact page here: http://www.pawsofdearborncounty.org/about-p-a-w-s/contact-us/

Wow, I see you’re about to start sharing already… you guys aren’t so bad for being too tall and having no fur and stuff! THANK YOU!



Got into an argument with my mother about corsets. Apparently, I must be wearing mine wrong. Also they weren’t meant for fat people. And it makes my boobs look huge, which I apparently bad (I love my boobs). I look terrible and other people are just too nice to tell me that I look uncomfortable. And I had no business wearing it to church, let alone Maudy Thursday.

I’m kinda at lost. How do I even deal with this? I’m not the most fashionable person because five out of seven, I enjoy my sweats and t-shirt. But do I really look bad? I think I look damn good. Or am I delusional?

Sometimes I wonder if Donald Trump is trying to be the most hated person in the country right now. Not because I do not agree with his views or any silly thing like that, which let me tell you, I DO NOT agree with his views. Think about it though, using terms like “rapists and murders” to describe Mexican immigrants and then taking the side of the dentist that shot that lion. It is like he is trying to fuel a fire with bad publicity. Which in business, any publicity is good publicity, especially the SHOW business, but running for President should have higher standards than being uber rich and having a bad TV show. I also hear he is like the front runner or number 2 for the Republican party. Come on guys, really take a look at Trump. Is that what you want representing you as a conservative. He is literally EVERY complaint about Republicans rolled into one. Take control of your party and stop sending idiots out. This isn’t the time of Reagan. Your candidates are not ending the Cold War, or creating 16 million new jobs. They are most the time identified as war criminals. In favor of taking your rights as they claim others are taking them “faster”. You worry about gun control, and “Obama stealing your guns!” when your very OWN party wants to militarize this country and have a camera on you and your family 24/7. Stop voting because for your “party” because that is just the way you vote. Start looking at what these people are saying. It is silly to think that we could have a guy who does not identify with either party, but stranger things have happened. When Jesse Ventura seems like the best President we can get, no offense to Jesse, who I have tremendous respect for, but we need to reevaluate ourselves. Thank god for U.S. Senator Bernie Sanders.

~tl;dr - Donald Trump is a moose cock.

anonymous asked:

Please talk to me about Ginny's bro, Will, because I feel like literally no one else is.

it’s at this point i think will is a gambling addict

like, the loan shark business, getting beaten up, the missing money that evelyn’s worried about, the reckless behavior, lying on his feet — those are all signs that point towards someone who has a gambling problem

which is actually really, really, really bad.

for will, yes, because having that kind of addiction is never good for anyone, but also, like. ginny’s been shown to always go to bat for her brother, choose her brother, have his back, write him a check when he needs it. i have no qualms about the fact that ginny would write as much money over to will as she could — thinking, you know, its the least she could do, he’s her brother, he gave so much up to help her in the early years

and that’s gonna be bad because if ginny isn’t careful, she’s gonna write away every penny she’s earnt. because doing that is enabling will which is why im so worried about will’s character???? like he has no problems roping his baby sister into a lie about the bar in front of amelia, so he’s not gonna hesitate to ask her for more money

and that just


ginny has enough issues and things going on, she doesn’t need will’s bullshit too??? like will needs help, not to use his baby sister’s image and money to get out of whatever shit he gets himself into

either way no matter what happens bj britt is gonna play it fanstically ksdfjlksdjf

bc like will has that blend of shiftiness and normalcy down to an art that you wanna hurt him but also protect him sim osdalfkjsdlkfj

anonymous asked:

I was wondering what your thoughts were on the actual Percival Graves? Since everything about his character changed at the end of the movie... are we thinking he's good? Bad? Wanting to kick GG's arse for what he did...? I'd love to hear from you. ❤

I’m honestly pretty curious because there are a few options.

1) He was killed by GG.
2) There is no such person and GG created him as a secondary persona (which is less believable since this would take a lot of time and effort and GG was kind of super busy trying to start shit everywhere).
3) He’s not dead, and is a GG supporter who was like “OMG totally go and be me for a while, these fuckers will never catch on.”
4) He was kidnapped ala Mad-Eye (this option is less likely since a Revelio wouldn’t have worked on Polyjuice).

Regardless, if Graves was/is a real person in MACUSA, he’s a piece of shit. And here’s why! When GG as Graves sentenced Newt and Tina to death, no one blinked a fucking eye. No one. There was no trial, no nothing, and everyone was like “Okay, you two come with us and we’ll show you our big pool of acid death.” That means that MACUSA is just THAT fucked up (which I mean … we all know that Magical governments are historically clusterfucks, and did we really think that America would be better *laughs and cries forever*) and Graves is just one of MANY horrible people inside the government (which is still pretty fucked up). OR Graves has a history of just sentencing Brits on holiday and former Aurors who are trying to help to DEATH, and everyone is like “Well, that’s Graves for you. What’re you gonna do? He’s a stinker!”

anonymous asked:

Is your husband supportive of your therapy and recovery/Are you able to talk with him about your struggles? I'm impressed by your cardigan knitting btw!

He is supportive in that he makes the payment each week, and asks me how the session was. I usually answer “good” or “terrible” depending. I don’t really tell him any more details. Our life is so mad busy that we have very little time to have intimate conversations, and tbh I don’t mind it that way (because I am so darn avoidant).

He laughs (nicely) at my weird food habits and I don’t try and hide them from him anymore - which may be a good or a bad thing, I’m not sure. It makes me feel comfortable to eat my own things though, which is nice. If I’m going out to eat, I do feel safe around food and find it easier if he’s with me so yes, I’d say he is as supportive as I allow him to be.

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A sigh covers a muttered curse that sounds from the blonde. She was about .2 seconds away from pinching the bridge of her nose and rolling her eyes. Selina Kyle–of course she was here. Her opinion on the feline fatale is neither good or bad—she just doesn’t ever know which side the woman’s playing on at any given moment. Which, in her line of business, is risky…especially when she’s currently on a mission. 

            “Let me guess: you’re working for the guy I’m trying to nab?”

Was called in unexpectedly this morning, which is good because I got more hours but bad because I basically jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes and hopped into my car and didn’t get any food or coffee into my system until just now. 

And now Tumblr has stopped showing me when my inbox has notifications if i don’t click on it straight away. On that note, people who have sent me notes, I haven’t been in my inbox lately because life has been super busy, so please know I’m not trying to ignore you! My plate is just very much full…