you cannot even begin to know

Please help me find someone else with my rare conditon

My name is Valerie, I’m a teenager, and I’m chronically ill. 

I’ve been sick for a decade now, and unfortunately, I tend to get all the rare and ~special~ disorders. Because of this, I currently have doctors in nine cities spanning across five states. I battle six chronic conditions, and balancing them is a daily struggle, but I’ve managed. 

But my newest condition has turned my life upside down. It’s called Recurrent Subacute Thyroiditis (RSAT) and most doctors will never see a case of this in their lifetime. I luckily have found a doctor who has least seen a few cases of this before, but I am the youngest person she has ever seen with this condition. 

RSAT is an inflammation of the thyroid that causes overactivity, leading to high heart rates, trouble breathing, low blood pressure, dizziness, chest pains, insomnia, fatigue, hair loss, and muscle weakness. The overactivity lasts for about 2-3 months, and then the thyroid flips to inactivity, leading to lethargy, extreme fatigue, depression, low body temperature, and slow heart rates. The inactivity lasts for 2-3 months, making this a 4-6 month condition. I’m currently in the middle of my second episode, and my first episode was just two years ago.

I am terrified. This condition has caused me to be rushed to the ER twice. This condition has rendered me so dizzy and dropped my blood pressure so low that walking is a hazard and I am in a wheelchair. This condition has prevented me from attending school since the end of October. This condition can occur again, and there is no telling when or how often. 

I’ve scoured the web, posted in countless Facebook groups, analyzed research, and even scheduled a conference call with doctors in another country to try to get some answers. Not only is there no information on it, but I can’t find anyone else with it (and due to HIPPA laws, my doctor is not allowed to connect me with the other cases she has seen). I have support from my friends and family, but they cannot even begin to understand what this is like. 

I am alone in this right now, but I know the internet is a powerful place. I’ve seen other kids with rare conditions find support and/or answers, and I thought I might as well give it a shot. Please, please - even if you don’t have this condition, even if you don’t know me, please reblog this and spread this around. I just need to know that I’m not alone in this. Even finding one person who has this would make the world of a difference.

Thank you in advance. Those who know me best know I absolutely hate asking for help, but I can’t do this alone anymore. 

anonymous asked:

bucky tell us a story about darcy

darcy lewis goes drinking with thor.

that alone should be enough to send your imaginations spinning off to wild places, but that, my friends, is only where our story begins.
it is also something you should know, just in general, in case you happen to encounter darcy lewis.
she’s tazed a god twice, and she goes drinking with thor. on a regular basis.
the first time thor wanted to go drinking after i showed up, lewis was there too. and naturally, if thor was going out so was she. neither of them knew us newbie avengers well yet, but being sociable sort of people, they invited us to tag along. scott immediately agreed, but sam was caught up doing some beta testing in the labs with tony, and said he would catch up when they were done.
so darcy, thor, scott and i went out drinking.
fun fact about thor: it takes him approximately one million alcohols to get drunk, but once he’s there, he likes to sing. preferably epic ballads of victory in battle, but he’s pretty much game for any catchy song that will get a bar excited. that being the case, lewis and thor’s go-to midgardian bar is a karaoke joint.
im sure you begin to see where things are going wrong.
fun fact about darcy lewis? she can also hold her alcohol, but cannot carry at tune. like. at all.
that doesnt stop her from singing, mind you. gotta respect a lady who knows shes terrible but enjoys herself anyway.
scott apparently loves karaoke. i dont know why that surprised me, but it did. even more surprising? hes not actually that bad, although like 90% of his song choices were bruce springsteen. no clue why. anyway, thor was delighted by having a buddy who was not only willing but able to sing with him, and after scott got over his star-struck-ness they had a pretty great time.
it was a good thing that thor and lewis went to that bar on the regular, because im sure any place that hadnt been prepared for them would have kicked all of us out. as it was, they finally booted us out the door after a rousing rendition of ‘wrecking ball’ had most of the bar on their feet. and broke two tables.
(thor apparently settles his tab there in asgardian gold, so no hard feelings from the bartenders.)
the night was young and all of us had enough booze in our systems that we decided to catch a cab back to the tower and see if we could rope anyone else into some shennanigans. thor was buzzed at least, which for thor means his voice is even boomier and his gestures are more expansive–you gotta be ready to duck. scott was drunk, no question about it, and that was probably why theyd wound up singing wrecking ball in the first place. scott’s a cheerful if floppy, “ i love you, i love all of you guys, i love everyone in this bar ” kind of drunk, and was mostly travelling by merit of being wrapped around thors bicep. i was a little buzzed myself, and lewis had had nearly as much as i did. remarkably, she seemed to be chugging along pretty well, some weaving and slurring aside. the lady lives up to her god-tazing reputation.
anyway, we got out of the cab at the tower and started making our way to the doors. scott had partially detached from thors arm and needed extra support, so i was helping keep him from capsizing while lewis trailed a few steps behind the three of us, making color commentary of our three stooges act.
and then out of nowhere, she just…yelled.
all three of us whipped around as quickly as three drunk superpeople can, just in time to see darcy lewis dish out what looked to be a pretty dang textbook perfect roundhouse kick to the chest of some poor guy.
the guy went down. lewis went down too, because the kick had totally overbalanced her. thor and i dropped scott and ran over to help.
which was when sam sat up and said ‘that was a hell of a kick’
because apparently hed finished up his testing and gone out to catch up with us, made it partway down the block to call a cab, then saw us getting out of our taxi. he jogged back–not being particularly stealthy, but we were drunk–and put his hand on lewis’s shoulder to get her attention.
lewis, having pretty poor vision even sober, and worse vision when drunk and without her glasses, just saw some big male figure who’d popped up out of nowhere and grabbed her by the shoulder.
so naturally she kicked him in the chest.
she apologized profusely, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. and sam was impressed the next morning when he discovered that she’d left a visible footprint on his chest.
darcy insists she has no idea why she did it. or where she learned to kick like that.
the rest of us have just chalked it up to mysterious darcy lewis powers.

If I Had Three Wishes (They’d All Be For You)

When Harry Styles sets off for Provincetown, MA from his tiny hometown of Kerkhoven, MN, he’s facing an uncertain future. He’s always planned to leave, just…not like this. When he meets a gorgeous cabaret performer on his first night in P-town, little does he know how his life is about to change, or how much he has yet to learn. When they become more than just friends, Louis makes it clear he’s not looking for anything serious, but at least, Harry consoles himself, they’ll always be friends. Over one extraordinary summer, Harry learns to navigate life on his own through a journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening. But when Harry’s past tragically reappears in his life, will his friendship with Louis be able to hold on?

Explicit, 66,265

Written for the 1D Big Bang: Round 5.

Read it HERE on AO3!

Art by the amazing artist, Elliott @blueylouie . I’ve never worked with an artist before, and it was an incredible experience. Mainly, he did his thing and I just went WOW and cried a bit (a lot).


This fic has been in the works for nine and a half months. There are so many people I have to thank, I don’t even know where to begin.

So, SO many people have supported me in the writing process from the very beginning and I love you guys, so much. My Squadron, my Oop for It friends, my Larrying friends. I hope you know how much I love you and how much you have made a difference in my life with so much more than just writing.

To my advance readers and betas. To Stacy, daysundercover, a-writerwrites, femmequixotic and noeeon - you lovely, lovely people. I cannot thank you enough for your help, your support, your criticisms and the push to keep writing when I got lazy. THANK YOU SO MUCH and a million kisses to each of you.

I have this random headcanon about the Captain Swan wedding, ok.

So Emma and Killian make up yadda yadda, the engagement is back on, and he has a long lovely talk with Charming to make amends and all is right in the Charming-Jones world. 

They get married and everyone (read: me) cries and it’s beautiful and wonderful and True Love Forever.

But then it’s the wedding reception. And while Killian and Emma and her family are all fine, whispers still persist following the drama that happened around the engagement and Killian’s disappearance. Gossip quietly tinges the party with the “well I heard he left her” and “no no no she kicked him out” and “well he killed her grandfather, I can’t believe David and Snow allowed this to happen” etc etc etc. 

And it’s probably someone like fucking Grumpy running his dumb mouth after too many beers when all of the sudden

**THWACK**

A fork jabs down, perfectly in between his fingers that rest on top of the table. 

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darkempressinfinitemind asked: How did you get into freelance?

The short version? Accidentally!

Longer version? It started with a friend hiring me to ghost write their memoir (before either of us knew what ghost writing was. Also he apparently had this awesome life before he knew me and never bothered to mention it before the idea of writing a book came along. Who knew? Random happenstance). I became more confident in the idea of writing for others, and then was referred to the site Peopleperhour.com by a friend of mine, who was trying to pick up freelancing.

I applied for my first job there, and it was literally months before I got any bites. My first bite ended up paying me $3 an hour. I was desperate, so I took it. It gave me a reference, and I got a better job, and a better job, and a better job, until I had enough references to apply for REALLY decent jobs. Fast forward, and here I am with my own Wordsmithing business.

But you want advice, don’t you?

  • Find a Freelancing Website

There’s Elance, PPH, and a wide range of others. Pick one that works for you (or multiple) and start drumming up your profile there. Get samples out so people can see your style of work.

  • Get Reviews at All Costs

Get people you know to write reviews. Take low paying jobs to get reviews. Take whatever jobs you can and get reviews, because they really are everything to a beginning freelancer. I started out with a GED (not even a high school diploma) and still got high paying jobs, because no one needs to see your credentials – they just need proof that real life people have given you a test run.

Degrees and all that? They’re to prove you know your stuff; that someone has tested you and written off on it. Reviews are the internet’s new degrees; be willing to invest some time and effort into them.

  • Take Any and As Much Work as You Can

Not only for the reviews, but for practice. There’s a new song and dance involved with freelancing that you won’t find anywhere else. Big companies are paying millions on Big Data to figure out what little nuances make customers happy. You don’t have Big Data, and you’re up against thousands of freelancers just like you – you have to figure out the key to standing out by hand.

Getting as many jobs as you can early on gives you a chance to test the waters and find your stride before you’re dealing with big clients that are less forgiving of your fumbles. You’ll learn something new from every job so you really ARE the top professional you claim to be.

  • Claim to Be a Professional

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I should give you advice about being honest and doing the leg work before you get started. But they say to dress for the job you want, not the job you have. So act like the professional you want to be, not the one you are.

If you’re 18 and this is your first freelancing job, make your profile and all your correspondences look like you’re 37 and have been freelancing for 10 years (don’t lie, just be indirect. Talk like you’re older. Say you’ve been freelancing for several years, even if you’ve only been freelancing for a few months. If you’re living at home with your parents and the topic of family comes up, just call them “family;” the client won’t know if you’re a married mother of five or are talking about your dad). People will look right over you if they THINK you’re not capable, without even giving you a chance to show what you can do. If you take away that first – sometimes incorrect – assumption, your foot’s in the door and you can prove yourself.

Then after you have 300 five-star reviews and a client list as long as your arms, you can reveal yourself as 20 with three years’ experience, and people will believe you’re a prodigy. Then you’ll get hired for being the talented young professional who IS their target audience, so you’re perfect to create a product FOR their target audience.  

  • Be Ready to Put in More Hours

Once you’ve been in the game a while and have established yourself, you can make your weekends sacred with no work stuff. But before then, you need to be on call all the time. What’s going to make you stand out against the rest in the beginning is timeliness.

If it’s a toss-up between you and someone just as qualified, the client will decide on whoever replies the fastest and most coherently. Reply to messages as soon as possible. Talk back and forth on the weekends. Offer as tight a deadline as you can for every project, and if you can deliver early, deliver early. Once you have your reputation and your reviews, then you can tone it back to the same level as any other job; you work on your work days, and you’re gone from the planet on your off days.

  • Follow Your Heart – But Follow the Money First

I’ll let you in on a little secret. I hate web copy. Detest it. A client can have the coolest website idea ever, but having to don my promotional hat and describe their services to a target audience is tedious and unfulfilling as all get out. What I enjoy is blog writing, where I get to explore a concept and tell it (sometimes) in my own voice. I love product descriptions even, where I get to sharpen my description skills to be later used in fiction. But guess what? Web copy writing pays well, because it is difficult and it’s in huge demand.

Here’s a quick insider look at the market: Today, every style of business in existence needs a website. That means web designers are the key holders in a world full of locked doors. They’re making a killing, but every website needs CONTENT. They’re cranking out 15 websites a month but they’re just blank pages without some writing to make them REAL. That’s where my industry comes in, the Tonto to their Lone Ranger, to make their home pages, their about pages, their service pages, etc. so their website is a real website. So long as online business booms, web designers are Sauron and copy writers are the one ring to rule them all.

That’s where the money is. So even if I really hate web copy, I’m good at it. That’s what pays the rent, grows my business, and keeps my employees’ checks signed – giving me the financial security I need to then ALSO do things I like. Ghost writing, book editing, blog writing, working on my own stuff.

If you want to make it in freelancing, you need money for bills. But you also need money to prove to your freelancing site that you’re worth promoting. Be willing to do jobs you’re not crazy about, so you can grow to the point of having enough income to afford doing what you really love.

  • Embrace the Uncertainty

One of the hardest things about freelancing is the irregularity. One month, you’re swimming in cash. The next, you scrape by. At the beginning of the month, you only have one project; at the end, you have 10. I’ve been at this for years, and I still have a mini panic during summer when I’m sure this is the year that my career finally ends. But it never has.

The upside to this uncertainty is you’re never sure when great things are going to happen. The security of a 9-to-5 lets you know exactly how much you will make, but robs you of the chance for those surprise miracles where a massive client falls in your lap and pays your rent for four months within two weeks. 

Take faith that a slow month is giving you a chance to rest up for when that tsunami of work comes in. Having a new client every week is giving you a chance to have fun before you have one client for an entire year (which can get boring at times). Freelancing can be a science, but you still need a little faith. It keeps you on your toes, it gives you unexpected bonuses none of your 9-to-5 friends can count on, and it gives you freedom.

Breaking into freelancing is slow going at first, but so long as you’re good at what you do, you will break in. There’s seriously never been a better time in living memory for it.

Hope this was helpful!

breath of spring

Summary: He works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Florist AU
Word Count: 9,542
Author’s Note: I feel like it’s been so long so I’ve written something soft and breezy and cheesy and I missed it.

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The regular nine a.m. call time finds Kim Taehyung at the forefront of the shop, gritting teeth together as he tries to balance the morning coffee along with his keys while trying to make sure his backpack won’t fall down his arm to disrupt his attempt. He barely manages the feat, somehow able to unlock and push open the front door before the coffee spills over. Both hands find their place again underneath the tray as he uses his hips to propel the door closed behind him.

Much like usual morning greetings, he doesn’t get one except for the sweet, floral fragranced scent that is as sharp and prominent as it is comforting and sweet. He’s been working here for a little more than three years, yet the sight and smell of flowers never fail to bring a smile to his face, never fails to help bring forth some good cheer to his day as he roams towards the back of the shop. He rests the coffee on the counter, slipping off his backpack to situate it in the back room, returning back to the floor to get things started before Kim Namjoon arrives. There isn’t much, just setting up the cashier and watering the plants and rearranging some bouquets that are due to be picked up first thing in the morning. Some adjustments here and there, giving the flowers a last minute spray to give it a fresh, dewy, appearance. He’s just setting down the second of five bouquets when the bell overhead jingles in correspondence to the arrival of someone new.

Taehyung looks up from his spraying, eyes lighting up as he takes in the newest addition to the shop. “Good morning!” He greets brightly to the customer, a man with a hesitance in his step, looking lost yet like he’s supposed to be here and Taehyung is well-tuned to his attitude at once. “Can I help you with something?”

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(this is probably gonna be a long oneshot and once there’s more it’ll be on ao3 but for now, let me know what you think?)

There are things that Kent can handle, and then there are things that Kent cannot, under any circumstances, in any universe, even begin to handle.

As it turns out, watching Jack Zimmermann, Alexei Mashkov, Randall Robinson, and Sebastian St. Martin attempt to build a deck is one of the things that he can’t handle, because holy fucking shit.

It’s about a million degrees out, and they’re all shirtless and covered in sweat and, yeah, it’s the off season, but they’re still professional fucking hockey players, for fucks sake, and Kent realizes then and there that accepting the invitation to spend the week at Jack and Bitty’s new cottage was definitely a mistake because, really.

Except for Mashkov, everybody brought their families, and they’re all friends, and they’re all teammates, and Kent is 99% sure that his invite was a pity one prompted by the Aces losing the Stanley Cup in game seven against the Stars, and he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t belong there at all, and he can’t help but think it’s because he doesn’t.

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They say third time’s the charm. And trust me, when I said that I was over you for the third time, I truly believed it. I convinced myself that the first two times were flukes ,that I wasn’t strong enough, and that then I was still in love with you, but this time… Oh, this time was it, this time I finally get to set myself free. You cannot fathom how much I yearned to be free, T , how much I wanted to believe that your eyes were just another pair of browns and your dimples just another set. How much I still want to. And I know there’ll be a fourth, and a fifth and a sixth even, and in all those times, the same words will be repeated and the same faith re-affirmed and maybe I‘ll even truly believe it every single time.
But the truth is…I’m beginning to think I’ll never get over you. Because your eyes will never just be another pair of browns and your dimples will never be just another set. And you’ll never be just another jock that plays for the team or just another jerk who knocked over my books. To me, you’ll never be anything else than the guy I first fell in love with.
For me it will always be you. Regardless of what happens in the future. I have experienced too much with you for you to be labeled as just another lover. You are more than that. You are every shining star in my sky. You are the sun rise every morning and the sun set in the evening. You are wine after a long day of work. You are rest when I’m feeling tired. I cannot even begin to imagine my world without you in it. My smile is thanks to you. How lucky I am to wake up knowing that I have such an amazing person in my life, beside me, to hug, to kiss, to hold. You are my every dream come true.

So last week, for the humble price of $17, I ordered a copy of the original script of The Room from Tommy Wiseau’s website, which was a thing I did not know existed until like… a week ago, and anyway, it came today.

I knew TW wouldn’t let this kind of thing get out the door without some kind of personal touch, but I had no idea just how far he’d go.

For those of you who might be having a tough time reading it, it says: “to: Kraig, May all your dreams come true, love: Tommy Wiseau.”

He even went so far as to date it, BUT WE’RE NOT DONE.

He also included a shirtless headshot as soon as you open the thing up.

And last but not least, a pair of underwear with his name emblazoned on the waistband.

I cannot even begin to process all of this but yeah if you ever want to get the original, even more absurd script of The Room now you know what you’re getting into.

I try not to get too involved in the fandom drama too often these days since it’s usually wasted effort but seeing this latest round of attacks on Zayn, I couldn’t keep quiet. This hits too close to home for me.

As just a handful of you know, I lost my dad just under three weeks ago to complications from lung cancer. Much like the person Zayn is helping by tweeting out her GoFundMe page, our family was blind-sided by a Stage Four diagnosis when my dad was admitted to the hospital for what seemed an unrelated matter. We were stunned and devastated to be suddenly faced with the inevitability of his demise that came much quicker than we anticipated.

I’m not fifteen. I can’t even imagine how terrified that woman’s daughter must be at the thought of losing the most important person in her life at such a crucial time (not that it’s ever easy to lose a parent). Luckily, they seem to have a good support system that includes the Malik family. 

No one knows to what extent they have already contributed to her cause but guess what? It doesn’t matter because I’m sure it’s happened in more ways than just financial. 

Cancer treatments are notoriously expensive and this woman’s last resort might be an experimental treatment in another country. Even though I’m sure Zayn has helped (because that’s the type of person he has proven to be) he has a huge online presence that could benefit her immensely. She has also promised that any outstanding monies will go to other patients to aid in their care in the case that the treatment fails to work.

The fact that many of you chose to use this as an occasion to belittle Zayn for his effort when you heap praise on OT4 for literally the exact same thing is disgusting beyond belief. How can you feel good about taking something pure and pissing all over it, effectively taking attention away from the person in need? Clearly you value your bullying time more and that is reprehensible in ways I cannot begin to articulate.

Why does it matter that it’s his mom’s friend?? Why should that disqualify her from getting our attention? Have you even considered that perhaps she doesn’t want to get everything she needs from them? Would you be okay with your best friend and her family paying every last cent for this treatment out of their own pocket? Have you even for a moment stopped to think about the person at the center of this issue? I think we all know the answer to that.

You certainly don’t need to give a single cent. It’s not mandatory in case you forgot. It’s pretty clear you don’t give a rat’s ass about Ayesha and her daughter. If you for a minute stopped to think about how this is going to affect her perhaps you would’ve thought twice before giving your worthless opinion.

Can you imagine how they’re going to feel when they hear that their friend’s son is getting trashed for trying to help her out? Do you even care that you’re adding negativity to an already unbelievably stressful and frightening time? It doesn’t seem like you do. The only thing that matters to petty mean girls like you is having another go at Zayn, right?

As someone who was just in Ayesha’s family’s shoes, I’m just gonna go ahead and say it:  GO FUCK YOURSELVES.

“My son went to Goodwill today to find some work clothes… He made the following observations and took action… I am proud of My Son for his efforts to his fellow man:

Ryan Muncy What seems like a fitting place to post this as this is my question to you goodwill industries.
What are you doing for others?
I was just in one of your stores and was witness to a def, mute boy who had a clothing voucher
This boy had an aid worker with him he had just been dropped off by his parents at a shelter with the clothing he had on .
jeans that looked to be too small, no socks some worn out shoes, and a food stained t shirt .your employee took the time to explain to the aid worker that the jeans he had picked out from your store the t shirt he had picked out and 2 sweatshirts were not covered by the clothing voucher because of the color of the tags on these items also the boots he had picked out that were some worn Stanley workboots that were priced at 17.99 they arent even $30 new by the way were not covered by the voucher as you might imagine a person who can’t really hear and can’t speak takes the time to pick things out just to have an employee at your store tell his aid worker he can’t have these things he was obviously in need ,isn’t this what you are here for ,to help people in need.
I find it shameful that your store a non for profit that sells donated items cannot help someone like this boy so instead I bought him the shirts and the jeans I spent a grand total of 21.69 and that is the last money I will ever spend in a goodwill store your CEO can make bonuses bigger then my years salary but you can’t even afford to help a kid with some donated clothing shame on you and shame on your employees.
And just so you know I will be posting something similar to this on my Facebook wall I wonder how long it will be before enough people see this one story and begin to feel the same way I now do toward your stores ,your company, and your upper management.” i hate this so much. what the fucks up goodwill??

au where otabek had stayed to train with yakov. yuri grows up developing a sort of one sided rivalry with him. otabeks jumps may be higher, his stamina stronger, but yuri takes his revenge on the bar. he smirks when he catches the older boy staring at his splits with unbridled awe.

but, much to yuri’s annoyance, otabek quits ballet early on. it is almost unheard of in a figure skater, but yakov sees something in the young kazakh boy and allows him to find his own path. otabek trains three times as hard as any of them, and it shows. his skating is strong and powerful, laced with a desperation that can only emerge from sheer will power.

it makes yuri feel weak. he may be a prodigy, but even all the natural talent in the world cannot make people stop and stare the way they do with otabek. envy is not an unfamiliar emotion to yuri, but it’s not just the kazakhs skating. otabek has always seemed to know who he was, unlike yuri, who from the start has had to bear the brunt of comparisons to former russian champions (thank you very much viktor).

of course this only makes yuri itch to pick a fight with him, but from the very beginning otabek responds to his taunting with affectionate amusement. they’re not exactly friends, and although yuri would love to call them rivals, otabek looks way too fucking proud anytime yuri clinches gold above him. all yuri knows is that when he looks at otabek, his heart aches for something he cannot quite put into words.

back that azz up

Title: Back That Azz Up
Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Lots of daddy kink, dirty talk, public-ish setting, wedding stuff.
A/N: I wanted this to be a drabble, but then it started to turn into a full fic, so I guess it’s kind of in the middle, like 3.6k words. But I’m gonna try to work on some Josh stuff next, because I’ve been neglecting him, whoops.

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luke seeing the millennium falcon arrive on his depression island: oh my gosh there she is. my long awaited Daughter. oh boy im Excited

luke: okay i think Shes behind me. i have to play this out Just right. my 100% Authentic Beige And White Tunic has to flow in the wind at a precise speed as i take off my Hood okay luke you can do this you took Theater for 4 years

luke: *turns around* my long lost daughter how ive missed y

luke: …,

eduardo saverin: mr. skwyalker…,,, pleasle……is thath you.f,……

luke: andrew garfield star of the social network directed by david fincher himself, nominated for Eight Academy Awards, Winning Three ?

luke: well andrew this wasnt the surprise i was expecting but ill take it nonetheless what can i do for you

eduardo: plfaesle….my name isn;t andrew garfie/ld its., eduardo

luke: oh silly me. my mistake eduardo, co-founder of facebook what brings you out here

eduardo pulling out the lawsuit papers out of his handbang: mr skwyalk,/er…..mark turn;ed to hte dark s;ide…,,,,he diid somethign so bad

luke: eduardo this is a serious accusation and i dont take these things lightly so if mark did something you need to tell me

eduardo: *takes a deep breath* he dil tued m;y shares 

luke: oh eduardo thats no problem im sure your shares are still in good standing with the leads of facebook

eduardo: mr. skywalker you don ot understand. you cannot even begin to comprehend. 

luke: well…what were your shares diluted down to

eduardo: point zero

eduardo: Three 

eduardo: Percent

luke pulling out his rose gold iphone 7 plus to text leia: leia sweetie i know its been a long time and theres some not chill things happening on your end but. i have a client im afraid whatevers going on with Benjamin will have to wait. goodbye

PLEASE HELP!

Howdy yall, guess who just got fired for being mentally ill and needing break days? This guy! I’ve just reciently moved into a new apartment as well, so I’m extra screwed. 

I am offering sketch commissions, as well as taking donations. I need at least 310$ before the beginning of next month.  I have some examples of sketch commisssions as well, and they are PWYW. I cannot do big pieces at the moment, so I do apologize!

If you’d like a commission, please PM me here. 

>> malokingi@outlook.com <<  

That is my paypal email, and I would very much appreciate anything you can donate.  Even a dollar is a dollar towards help.  I am currently applying to every job I can think of, but who knows when the’ll get back to me.  Thank you so much for any help you can give me, I appreciate it very much and am eternally grateful.

anonymous asked:

tips for the heartbroken? I'm no longer with someone who I thought I was going to marry.

“Let it hurt, let it bleed, let it heal, and let it go.” Nikita Gill

I think this quote really sums it all up in a very simple way. It takes time, the whole process. Just like falling in love, it has stages.

Grief cannot be cleaned up quickly, it has to be felt. It demands your attention and once you’ve given it, then you must choose daily to live your new life. It has gone from a life with someone you adored, to one where it is just you. That is incredibly lonely, and that is why it takes time to move on.

Once you have let the past bleed out of your memories, then you will begin to heal. Then one day, you will be new, without even knowing it. You will just be you, a new and more mature you, but still you once more.

I’m sorry for your loss, and I just want to say that it’s going to take much longer than you think, but you’ll survive and you’ll learn to love the new you. Patience, your wounds will heal.

- T.B. LaBerge

So about my rare-pair....

For @thinkoutsidethelovesquare


Peering into the spot-streaked (ugh, school bathrooms were the worst) mirror, Chloe frowned as she took stock of her mid-day makeup. Don’t ask her how she’d managed to leave her touch-up bag at home; She couldn’t begin to tell you why she’d suddenly decided to leave her fifth most prized possession sitting on her vanity, but at this point she would have honestly rather given up a kidney instead. 

At least that way she would have looked glamorous as she died a slow, organ-failure-related death, instead of going out cakey in a dimly lit public restroom.

 Sighing, she ran one manicured fingernail along the edge of her lips, hoping to salvage what was left of her icy pink lip stain, however it wasn’t looking promising. The color bunched unevenly to the small grooves of her lips, concentrated around the perimeter and nonexistent in the middle. And her foundation? In this August heat? 

Oh that was a goner. 

A splotchy, splotchy goner. 

Chloe held in a groan, balling up a handful of paper towels before thrusting it beneath the faucet. Leaning towards the mirror once more, she dabbed furiously at the worst of the damage, and had just began contemplating whether the eye shadow was worth saving or not when-

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Right, so as an avid reader of fanfiction on this site, I want to take this time to say thank you! Thank you to all the writers who share their stories with us! You all are such incredible people and deserve so much. I cannot begin to describe how your fics have made me feel such an array of emotions. I know more than once I’ve come out from reading a fic either smiling or laughing, heck even crying because of the way you all write. So again, as a reader, I want to say thank you, thank you for sharing your phenomenal work, you are all such incredible talents and I hope you are well and resting and have had an amazing day or night! You deserve it! 

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Vincent Van Gogh

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream”

“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.”

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