you have had enough

I made dinner. But things were really odd & up in the air about when they were leaving so there wasn’t enough food. I mean there was enough food, but not to my standards. Not everyone could have seconds if they wanted and I’m not sure the men had enough even though the extra chicken went to them. Basically if I don’t have leftovers I haven’t cooked enough bc SOMEONE could be left wanting. And we ate EARLY so they could get out at a decent time.

This was a long way of saying I’m hungry again and I’m gonna make nachos.

hey stop scrolling for a second

hey hey

you should stop what you’re doing right now.

yeah, stop browsing.

think for a second. 

should you be working? if you should, this is the post. stop scrolling. get back to work, you can do it.

should you be cleaning? if you should, go clean. it will make you feel so much better.

should you be sleeping? if you should, dim the brightness (if possible) and put your phone away. charge it. go to sleep. trust me. just sleep.

have you had enough water today? drink some more. 

have you eaten enough today? get a snack.

have you taken your meds? go take some with cold water if you need to.

have you taken care of your responsibilities? do it. get it out of the way.

have you taken care of yourself? be nice to yourself. love yourself. 


Fleur Delacour

someone on the TAZ tag wanted to see Taako cooking with his aunt, so here it is

Young Taako and his aunt whom I called Jeremiah in my head though I don’t know why

“ p.s. keep an eye out for a good gift for Remus from the lot of us!! xo ”

I think the fact that the Canadian Immigration page crashed after the results were released really says alot about how many good Americans there really are out there and how terrified they really are

I’m sorry I could never be the daughter you wanted
I will keep hurting over you until one day I won’t but for now I’ll weep at what we could have been if you had cared enough to stay.
—  that’s what I get for being the one who stays, the one who never got the chance to walk away.

When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single


and yet again I try to draw cool shit but cant decide what to go with in the end

also dont let yourself be fooled by the art bc here’s what I think abt it: this can be fucking hilarious

so heres a list of hcs aka a list of things I might have to draw sometimes later bc its ass oclock rn and I gotta travel tomorrow but this is rly good AU why is organization-type AUs so good

Keep reading


晴れ着編 ChikaYou phone backgrounds 。.:☆

requested by anon (´ ∀ ` *)

Super Moon Coming up!

Here’s some witchy Ideas!

  • Make Super moon water! I’m making A LOT
  • Supercharge your crystals!
  • Charge your wand!
  • Cleanse your house! Burn some sage or lavender  and get all that negativity out of there
  • Do some divination if that’s your cup of tea!
  • Do that spell you have wanted to, but weren’t sure you had enough energy, take what you need from the moon!
  • Charge Yourself! Lay out in it! Bask darling, BASK
  • Charge your grimoire! Mine has tons of sigils so it’s a great way to boost those

“… for those with gorgeous flow and silky mitts.”

Now which one of y'all decided that you didn’t have enough hockey in your life so you had to go ahead and make puck shaped soap???


From an early age, Andrew has learned that nothing good ever came from emotions. Caring for someone was exhausting when in a few months’ time, maybe even a few weeks, he would be off to the next foster home. So Andrew stopped. He stopped caring for people who would only disappoint him. He stopped caring for himself when it was easier to forget the pain that way. He stopped caring for life itself when it proved that it was not going to get better. It was what made Andrew not only a good goalie, but a great one. He cut nanoseconds off his reaction time by skipping the shock and excitement when a ball is lobbed his way.

But then Neil Josten came along and Andrew was drawn to him like fly to a honey trap. His scattered thoughts jumped around but kept on landing on Neil Josten, dangerous. Neil Josten, the boy who didn’t add up. Neil Josten, where it didn’t matter if he swung or not, as long as he was close, as long as he was protected from the nightmares chasing him. That was enough.

Then Neil went to the nest. To protect him. ‘If it means losing you, then no.’ Those words reverberated through his head on an endless loop. Andrew did not have friends. Not like that. Not someone who would willingly go through hell, no matter how pointless, just for him. The signals weren’t so clear anymore. When Neil asked that one question, Andrew decided he would finally spell it out loud and clear. ‘That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.’ And it finally got across to Neil.

Andrew watched as Neil recalculated the world like he was prone to do. He checked the exits out of habit and then he locked eyes with him and Andrew saw something that made his heart beat a little faster, his hands become a little sweaty, his face twitch minutely in a semblance of a real smile.

And then it was gone. Because hope wasn’t something he believed in. Hope was a construct of fools and of people who disliked words for their sound and connotation and not for their life experiences.

When Neil was standing in front of him asking what he was afraid of ‘heights’ came out, but another fear was there bubbling up from the depths. A fear that had blue eyes, auburn hair, and a reckless personality.

And when Neil was on the roof and Andrew leaned in and Neil wasn’t moving and their lips touched and Neil still was not moving to stop him, his heart felt like exploding. But like a tire with slow leak, it deflated and he pushed Neil away.

But Neil kept on coming back and back and back. Until he was gone. And Andrew realized that he was a fool. He made a mistake. He let someone in. He knew better. After Aaron. After Cass. After he was seven and please no longer meant being polite. His emotions were out of hand. He didn’t realize the control he had learned over the course of his life was gone, slipping away slowly until it hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces.

AO3: inhale