you done it to yourself

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“With the holidays around the corner, I wanted to write you guys a little something special… I know the holiday season can be a tough time for anyone working through any kind of mental health issues and I just want all of you to know that you can get through this! There is nothing more important than self care and I hope each and every one of you carve out the time each and every day just for yourself. It can be as simple as going to get your nails done to buying yourself a little present :) You deserve it and so much more! Love you guys!! Make sure to take care of YOU ❤️”

The Things That Count- Harry Styles

Imagine: After a packed schedule you wake up on a Sunday morning and get to have your wonderful boyfriend, Harry, all to yourself and experience all the things that you two never get to do.

Originally posted by twofronteeth

There is something mesmerising about Harry while he sleeps, his perfectly pink lips are arranged in a gentle pout, his unfairly long eyelashes resting on his tan skin. His hair is rumpled into a tangled mess, the only evidence of the times you’d shared last night. Soft snores escape from his mouth and he’s as still as a statue and as much of a masterpiece as Michelangelo’s David.

You prop yourself up on an elbow, taking in this quiet perfection, gently pressing a kiss to his skin. You then proceed to silently exit the bed and make your way to the kitchen to make breakfast. Since you were such a terrible cook, you generally preferred to let Harry make the meals but even you could whip up a stack of pancakes using an old Martha Stewart recipe.

Once you’re done with the pancakes you plate them with a flourish and allow yourself a sigh of contentment before pouring the maple syrup. You’ve only just begun to drizzle it all over the golden brown cakes when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Oh baby, I didn’t realise you were awake, I was just getting done with breakfast.”, you say. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and his minty breath invades your nose.

“Thanks baby, Although i must admit I’m shocked to find you in the kitchen. Have you finally gotten tired of my half assed cooking?” , he laughs.

You join him in his merriment and shoot back with,”My, my, Harry. And here I thought I could conceal the all consuming hatred I possess for your Sunday roasts.” He hears your words and pretends that you’ve broken his heart, falling to the floor in mock terror. You chortle at the sight, he’s clearly feeling goofy this early in the morning.

Finishing the pancakes, you place them atop the marble counter of your kitchen where Harry is flicking through a People magazine.

“Unbelievable”, he murmurs to himself.

“What’s up, baby?”, you question?

“There’s a rumour going around that I slept with Cara. I mean, how many times does she have to come out for these people to take her seriously. Its so disrespectful.”, he replies, a tad angrily. You smile wordlessly to yourself, it was typical of Harry to completely disregard what the media said about him and instead worry and worry about his friends and their feelings. You too, were a bit concerned as Cara was a dear friend and you knew how much it frustrated her when people ignored her sexuality.

“These people, you know they’ll do whatever they like to get attention. Cara is strong and she’ll probably ignore whatever rubbish they’re writing.”, you say evenly.

He nods his head in agreement but you can tell he is still bothered by how quickly he shovels the pancakes in his mouth. You walk over to him pressing your body against his and nestling your head in the crook of his neck.

“Babyy, slow down, I know you’re anxious about these rumours, but you can’t let it affect your thoughts and feelings. It shouldn’t be something you should stew over all morning.”, you cajole. He traces a hand over your cheek and whispers a quick thanks.

The rest of the morning is spent in doing last nights dishes and a variety of household chores including the laundry. Throughout the course of the day you can feel your boyfriends mood improving till he is laughing uproariously at his own terrible jokes and dancing the polka with you to the Scooby Doo theme song playing on TV. The two of you have dusted, washed, cleaned and decontaminated every surface of your London home and the day had died into a twilight moon when the two of you fell, exhausted, on the sofa, in each others arms.

The two of you then called Cara on Skype, pleased to see her guffawing at the absurd rumours. After a jolly good conversation, Harry makes his special evening tea and you settle down to watch The Proposal. He strokes your hair while you ramble on and on about why Ryan Reynolds was obviously the sexiest Ryan. The movie finishes and the two of you fight over whether or not you should go to sleep or not when he throws you over his shoulders with a whoop of victory and locks you in his warm embrace as soon as you reach the bedroom.

Times like these were shared by you far and wide as he was always so busy and you had your own interior design consultancy to manage. He lived for the moments when he was a normal 23 year old doing the dishes with the girl he had loved since he was 18. And you loved when your sexy god of a man transformed instantaneously into a silly, goofy guy who cried over chick flicks and used your hairbrush as a microphone.

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anonymous asked:

This is gonna sound dumb but seeing Dan and Phil do cool things like going to the Star Wars premier makes me a little depressed cause I’m around their ages and sometimes I feel like a failure compared to them

honestly?? a lot of their success, especially in the beginning was due to luck! don’t beat yourself about it because I’m sure you have done things that have been successful! remember, compare yourself only to your past self! 

thanks for tagging me @cheniasims (like a week ago i’m trash)

Rules: Post a picture of your self-sim and answer these questions, then tag some friends.

Favourite Season: fall!! obviously, that’s when I was born also Halloween

Favourite Book/Author: V.C Andrews “Heaven” go pick that one up, nerds

Favourite Song: right now it’s Rockstar by Post Malone. all time In My Head by Tech N9ne

Favourite food/drink: i love love love love ahi tuna. and my fave drink is whiskey.

Dogs or cats: see above image ;)

tbh i dunno who all’s done this but if you see this and wanna do it consider yourself tagged by me!!!

anonymous asked:

18 2

18: What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to yourself?

I am very self destructive, I put myself in difficult situations on purpose. I feel like the scars I have from self harming are one of the worst things I’ve done to myself, along with forming an eating disorder. 

2: Do you self harm?

I used to when I was 14/15 and I have really bad scars from it now

send me a number

how to avoid education burnout
  • have 3 achievable goals a day: having a laundry list of things to do everyday is super unrealistic, and you just end up feeling bad about yourself because you didn’t accomplish your goals for the day.
  • leave your sundays open: i love sundays because they’re my day to chill out and catch up on school work that i wasn’t able to finish during the week.
  • recognize when you’re at your emotional limits: forcing yourself to get work done when you are unable to comprehend your study material does not benefit anyone.
  • learn how to say no: people will ask you for your time and it will stretch you to the limit, whether it be at your job, in your extracurriculars, or in your personal life. know when to step back and say no.
  • take care of yourself physically: take breaks, go for walks, shower regularly, get enough sleep, eat healthy, see your friends
  • celebrate your accomplishments: go out to eat with friends after a big exam, indulge in a night off after a busy week with some netflix and wine
  • make a study plan beforehand: it can be daunting to see how much work you need to put in to a class or task beforehand, but this allows you to spread your work evenly so you don’t become overwhelmed.
  • learn how to ask for help: it is very rare that people make it through school, whether it be high school or university or any graduate program, without needing the advice of others or just a kind soul to vent to. find that person.
  • never forget your hobbies: you will need things that keep you sane. if you love to play music, write, play volleyball, or cook, make you sure you don’t lose these things. they will become your escape when times get tough.
  • log off from time to time: it is exhausting to be constantly connected to social media and your email. just physically disconnecting from these for a night to take care of yourself can really help you clear your mind.

With the holidays around the corner, I wanted to write you guys a little something special… I know the holiday season can be a tough time for anyone working through any kind of mental health issues and I just want all of you to know that you can get through this! There is nothing more important than self care and I hope each and every one of you carve out the time each and every day just for yourself. It can be as simple as going to get your nails done to buying yourself a little present :) You deserve it and so much more!

Love you guys!! Make sure to take care of YOU ❤️

Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️

Reader insert fic: “You stood on your tip toes and placed a kiss onto Bucky’s cheek.” 

My 5′10 ass:

*Finally finds a tall!reader fic* 

Fic: “You stood next to Bucky, with your stunning height of 5′7.″

Me: 

Originally posted by dilxurentis

*sees headcanons for tall!reader x Bucky* 

Me:

*is full of “he’d be insecure” and “he’d prefer if you wore flats”*

Me: 

sometimes you need to accept that yes i may have been a little bit manipulative. yes i worded something in a specific way that would make my friend/fp/SO feel a bit guilty. yes i could have handled that situation in a much better way. yes i am wrong.

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Oh, that’s probably the biggest fib I told. The world was not made with us in mind.

If y'all Tanya Swirl loving fuckers try to claim that it’s coincidental that her white feminist album releases on the tenth anniversary of Kanye’s mum’s death I want to point out that your petty idol specifically got a bathtub filled with $10 million worth of diamonds (aka an eerily similar amount to how much was robbed from Kim), sat in it and mimicked a gun (aka the weapon used to threaten Kim while she sat in a bathtub fearing for her life).

She is a sickening abuser. She uses the language of abusers - look what YOU made me do? What a gas lighting, awful line. She actively tries to trigger the trauma of her victims. Kim called her out for lying, in return, Taylor actively mimicked her abuse down to the $10 million price tag.

Down to the petty attitude, she’s a high school bully.

Victor’s eyes went wider, then wider still when he felt his body start to shift of its own accord, drawn to the strange siren. Yuuri thrust out an arm, keeping Victor back when his captain stood. “I said, he is not a gift!”

“You cannot intrude on another’s nest empty-handed. If you have nothing else, give me the human,” the siren repeated, tone steady and unchanged. “It’s been a while since I’ve eaten one, it’ll make a good meal.”

Whatever allure the voice had over Victor snapped. Likewise, Yuuri’s feathers flared back out, doubling in volume. Defensive. Intimidating. “He’s not a gift, he’s not a meal. He’s my mate!”

Finally, the siren’s expression changed, as miniscule as it was. He arched a thick eyebrow and his gaze shifted off Yuuri, direct to Victor. The survey he appeared to conduct was brief, sweeping from Victor’s hair down to his booted legs. Then back to Yuuri and his wings. “You’re in season… If he is your mate, why are you not mating?”

Victor watched how Yuuri’s toes shuffled in the sand, digging deep imprints in clear irritation.

“I’m trying to mate him, but I keep getting stopped! I brought him here to dance and mate in peace. Perhaps it was my unknowing discourtesy to come here, but you have intruded on a mating pair!”

The siren stopped completely. He blinked once and arched the second brow. “You’re serious… You’re going to mate with a human?”

“We’ve already mated.” Yuuri huffed.

A laugh came back, sounding sharp and loud, like one of their parrot’s back on board the ship. “Why would you do that?” the siren inquired, monotone glitching into disbelief. “What have you done to it? Enchanted it, made yourself a little pretty human toy? How odd.”

Victor saw the rage flare off Yuuri, his inked markings bursting into feathers, feet curling into claws, deep brown of his eyes burning red. Before Yuuri could tear the wings off the macaw like he had with the harpies, Victor stepped forward, but he barely had a chance to protest. “We’re–”

“Don’t speak! I shall not be addressed by a human.”

At the siren’s command, Victor’s mouth clamped shut, tongue choking him silent.

Yuuri exploded. 

Keith: You know, some people are just like slinkies.


Hunk: What do you mean?


Keith: All they need is a little push to send them tumbling down the stairs.


Hunk:


Hunk: Keith, please don’t push Lance down the stairs.


Keith: You can’t fucking stop me.