your own comes first

EYOA - post project wrap-up, tear-down and debrief.

Originally posted by madmenintegrated

Our first round of Everlark Your Own Adventure is coming to a close (Monday - don’t miss it!) and we are deep in planning for round two. With that in mind, we’d like to invite you, dear reader, to tell us what you thought about EYOA - what you liked, what didn’t work well, what you’d change. We’ve opened the ask and submission boxes, all of your responses will be kept confidential.

Help us make round two even better than round one!

Things I've learned since becoming ill...

• It’s nobody’s fault. It is genetic. It just happened.

• Do not be too proud or stubborn to ask for help. You need it.

• Brush your teeth and wash your face (even just with a baby wipe) everyday if you’re able to do so. It makes you feel more human.

• Shower or bathe whenever you are able to. Good personal hygiene is good for your mental health.

• Some people will leave. You don’t need those people. Others will stay and they are wonderful human beings.

• You are not a burden. You are not useless. Do not be guilty. Please. Guilt will eat your insides.

• You have not lost who you are. You just now have to make adjustments to accommodate this new thing.

• Accept the fact that you have an illness. Being in denial will only make your mental and physical health worse.

• Clean pyjamas are a divine gift. As are clean bedding and blankets.

• Self care is entirely subjective. If you want to do yoga then do it, if you wanna sit and eat takeout in front of the TV in a squirtle onesie then that’s fine too. Whatever makes you feel good, or at least better.

• If you are tired then rest. Do not burn yourself out. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, if you need a nap then you have one.

• Talk. Write. Sing. Paint. Draw. Dance. Do something to express your feelings. Don’t keep them inside. You’ll explode.

• Don’t worry if you can’t adjust right away. It takes time. A lot of time.

• Do not feel ashamed or embarrassed. Unfortunately illness often has embarrassing symptoms or such. It isn’t your fault. People who allow you to feel embarrassed about such things are terrible people.

• Keep your sense of humour. Some days it’s the only thing that gets you through.

• There will be good days. Grab them with both hands and enjoy them. Savour them. Spend them doing things you love, things that you can’t do on bad days.

• Prepare yourself to the best of your ability. Like…always have a hospital weekend bag packed for emergencies, keep a bed day drawer or bag near to where you sleep, have food or snacks close by, always have a water bottle…

• Take your meds. Please. If you have a serious illness for the love of god don’t listen to the “big pharma” conspiracy theorists. You need your meds. They keep you alive. They enable you to function.

• Research your illness. Keep yourself informed. But don’t dwell on what might happen. Please don’t scare yourself.

• It’s okay not to feel positive all the time. It’s okay to feel down. It’s perfectly natural. But try to be as positive as you can. For your own sake.

• Your own health comes first. It’s not selfishness it’s survival.

• Be kind to yourself.

• The bad days can be horrific but the good ones are beautiful, and so worth holding on for.

• Don’t give up on love. Just don’t.

• You are a badass warrior.

a happy lil sonny for @smoltinypumpkinchild

lil sonny loves summer because the lack of sleeves means its the perfect time for all the gun shows

BONUS: usnavi breaking the news

Winter Aesthetics

Aries:  Electric Blankets // Putting your face against a bowl of hot soup

Taurus:  Earth-tone Sweaters // Slow mornings sped up by a scalding cup of coffee

Gemini:  Scarves that tickle your neck // The conflicting urgencies of needing to do everything but doing nothing at all 

Cancer:  Entire days spent in the comfort of one’s bed // Counting the stars on a clear night sky 

Leo:  Putting your hand against the fire // That happy feeling you get after finally realizing you can wear your winter clothes again

Virgo:  Listening to the sound of hail tapping your window //  Finally having the temperature be as cold as your soul is 

Libra:  Ice Skating dates // Listening to Christmas music 6 months too early 

Scorpio:  Pretending not to be cold outside when they really are // Eating ice cream in 20 degree weather

Sagittarius:  The way snow shines against your eyes in the morning // Sudden gush of icy wind the moment you step out the door

Capricorn:  Early sunsets // The crippling fear of knowing finals is coming up soon

Aquarius:  First snowfall // Seeing your own breath because of how cold it is

Pisces:  Collecting snow flakes in your hand // That feeling when your heart stops because you just slipped on ice 

SHARING IS CARING [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “hiya! i was wondering if i could request a fred weasley imagine with prompt numbers 23, 34, & 99?? i just cANNOT get enough of him. he’s my fav. plus, your writing is absolutely spectacular!! you are my favorite writer, and i will definitely be requesting more imagines in the future (most likely fred weasley, oops!). anywho, i’m sorry for making this so long! 💖” — anon

23. “Clearly, we’re meant to be.”
34. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you.”
99. “Ouch! That really hurt.”

a/n: long is okay! 😊 i actually prefer them rather than short messages. thank you, anon! and yas, feel free to request more fred!! also, sorry if this took so long. x (also, excuse my bad house elf dialogue)

Masterlist + Request here!

    Contrary to popular belief, Y/N didn’t prefer staying at the library despite the girl always being on top of everything, acing her exams and school work, and seen with a book around like every single time they see her walking around the hallways. In fact, the young Y/H was fond of the kitchen at Hogwarts, where the house elves worked for their breakfast, lunch, and dinner — their kind and generous nature amusing Y/N as she always gets offered tons of food whenever she visits.

     "Where are you going this time?“ said her friend as she excuses herself after their last period, Defense Against the Dark Arts, to go to some place else. Y/N was quickly gathering her belongings, a big smile on her face before bolting out of the room.

     "The usual.” answered Y/N, waving goodbye and rushing downstairs.

     "What does that mean?“ muttered her friend but Y/N was already out of sight, her footsteps very loud as she descends.

     Just as she turned to the left corridor, she caught a glimpse of Fred Weasley talking rapidly to his twin brother George like he was trying to reason with him. When he turned forward and locked eyes with her, he raised his eyebrows and began to run as well where Y/N was heading, her laughter getting heard by the students who were walking along the halls.

     Once Y/N was face to face with the entrance of the kitchen, she reached and tickled the pear in which it gave a little giggle, granting her entry then.

     Fred panted as he finally stood in front of her, blocking her way. "Y/N,” he took a deep breath, “didn’t I tell you that this kitchen is my spot? Find your own!”

    She shook her head. “No. I told you; first come, first serve.”

    “I literally found that before you did so —”

    “Yes, but right now I came first, didn’t I?” smirked Y/N.

    Exactly a week ago, Fred came inside the kitchen to smuggle some food for some midnight snacks. And saying that he was surprised when he saw Y/N casually chatting with the house elves while eating a piece of cake, sitting on one of the stools, was an understatement. He was sure that only he, his brother, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were the only students who knew where the kitchens were.

     "Not counted.“ reckoned Fred, crossing his arms. "You didn’t even inform me that we were supposed to be racing.”

     Y/N took a step forward subtly, “Then maybe next time I would but for now …” she tried to walk pass him but Fred moved, causing her to bump harshly on his hard chest. “Ouch! That really hurt.” she complained as she rubs her forehead.

     Fred grinned. “That’s what you get for being so generous, love.”

     She ignored the sudden jolt of her heart when she heard him call her love. “Ha, ha. Funny, Fred, but sarcasm doesn’t suit you.

     "Really? I’ve been told quite the opposite.“

     Y/N stopped rubbing her forehead. "Fine, why don’t we just share this hiding place?”

     "Share?“ asked Fred.

     "I’m sure you’re quite familiar with the word.” deadpanned Y/N. “If you don’t want to share, then I’m not going to let you have it for yourself. I happen to find use of my knowledge of the kitchen too.”

     "If I agree, you promise not to tell anyone and it’ll be our little secret?“ Fred leaned down since he was quite taller than her, Y/N’s face suddenly becoming red because of their closeness.

     "Er — our as in just the two of us or like with your brother?”

     "Just the two of us if you want.“ winked Fred and that was the moment Y/N was certain that he was flirting with her.

    She chuckled. "Are you flirting with me, Weasley?”

    “Obviously and I’m not getting satisfied at your reaction to be quite honest.”

    The both of them laughed, Fred speaking again. “Sure, we can share. The only reason I’ve been acting greedy about this kitchen is because if I gave it away that easily, I won’t have a reason to talk to you. I mean, clearly, we’re meant to be.

    Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really?” she faked her shock. “You do know that this kitchen isn’t even yours to begin with, right?”

    “You ignored the part I said we were meant to be, Y/N.” said Fred jokingly.

    She grinned. “I heard it quite clearly, Fred, don’t worry. Would you rather I object?”

    Fred raised an eyebrow. “So you’re completely okay with me confessing that I like you?”

    Y/N blushed again. “T-That was a confession?”

    “Yes.” Fred tried to read her shocked expression. “Is that okay?”

    “Yeah, completely fine.” said Y/N with wide eyes. “Totally okay. It’s not like you’ve been my crush or anything — ha! No problem indeed.” she rambled.

    “Gosh, you’re so cute.” smirked Fred.

    “What?” Y/N asked, growing redder and redder as each second passed.

    “Miss and Mister!” a croaky voice suddenly drew their attention away from each other, a familiar house elf by the name Kronk was staring at them with his big eyes. “Kronk heard Mister Fred Weasley’s voice, Sir! Then Kronk saw him talking with Miss Y/N Y/L/N. The house elves and Kronk want to know if they want to go to the kitchen, Sir, because the door has been left open for a few minutes now, Mister and Miss!”

    “Don’t worry, Kronk, we’re coming.” assured Fred, turning to Y/N. “Shall we?”

     Her mouth felt dry. “Wait, you really like me?” she asked again.

    Fred sent her a smile. “I think the real question is, why shouldn’t I?” he abruptly grabbed her hand. “Now, come on, Y/N. Before I change my mind about sharing this hiding spot for you.”

     Y/N laughed, her cheeks still pink from what just happened. She looked at their intertwined hands for a minute and nodded, Fred’s smiled widening and together they enter the kitchen where a bunch of house elves were already serving their favorite treats.

Ideal Careers Based On Your Zodiac Sign -- Aquarius

Aquarius - January 20 - February 18

Aquarians are true, free spirits. But don’t mistake this for flighty workers—they’re hardworking, albeit with an out-of-the-box attitude (i.e. you will tackle a project in the middle of the night if you can’t sleep, only to want to nap in the middle of the day because you already “did the work”). You’re social but also kind of a loner, making you adept at handling team assignments as well as working on your own. You tend to come up with ideas that at first thought are “wacky” before being deemed “brilliant”, and you tend to never state the “obvious"—which make you bad in project discussions, since you’re 2 steps ahead of everyone else. Take it from Fox: "Your unusual methods can be quite appealing to those who enjoy being near your personal brand of creative genius.” Meaning, not everyone is going to “get” you.

Ideal careers: Science or tech (if you can explore new theories or applications), graphic design or photography, and even project management—if you get to explore new ways of doing something. You’re also an ideal entrepreneur or independent contractor, as you rebel against corporate culture and work best on your own schedule.

Source

On Writing “Better”

Anonymous asked: “Can I ask you for tips to improve my narration? I don’t like the way I’m writing and I think I need a little help.”

I don’t think there’s any one way to do it. When I’m not in love with my writing, I turn to a book of writing that I really admire and try to experiment with style. To some degree, a lot of writers will “hate” their own writing. 

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Struggle - Suga Story AU

A/N; This is the full version of the first chapter. I really hope you like it, the next chapter will be up next Saturday(maybe even sooner) be sure to give it a like or tell me in person if you liked it, thank you for reading it💜💜

Originally posted by amayaladon

Struggle - Suga Story AU

Parts: Masterlist, | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre: Angst, romance, action, AU

Word count; 3.212

Synopsis: Seoul was swarmed with gangs and in order to protect your little brother you made sure you could protect him and yourself but one night you followed your best friend into a club, which led your right into the arms of one of the biggest gangs.



“Omg, what was that!!” You whispered as you heard a bang, you and your friend were crouching between two cars when she suddenly stood up and pulled you along. “What are you doing?”

“There was a shooting and that’s the guy who pulled the trigger,” she whispered back as she pointed at the guy who was walking into a club. “Wait we’re not going to follow him right?”

“Of course we are, don’t you want to know why he shot the guy?”

“Ah let me think, NO NOT REALLY!” you whisper yelled at her but she kept walking and eventually she let go of your arm stating that it was your own decision if you wanted to come and at first you stayed outside but what if something would happen to her? You could never forgive yourself because she really couldn’t defend herself. You, on the other hand, could as you were boxing and doing Krav Maga and to top it off you danced so you decided to follow her. You quickly looked at your clothes and you were thanking the gods for dressing in a nice dress and for once doing your hair.

They let you through without blinking their eyes and as you roamed the floor, you spotted her at the bar but you had to dance to get through the crowd if you didn’t want to stand out so you put your hands in the air just like everyone else and swiftly danced through the crowd never knowing that you had already stood out. When you finally arrived at the bar your friend waved at you with a sly smile on her face and she was lucky that she was your friend otherwise you would’ve hit that smirk off her face. “Ya, what were you thinking?!”

“Come on, you must be curious. Haven’t you heard about the new gang who is controlling these streets, I just want to see how they look like.”

“Are you crazy! That’s why you came in here?” She nodded enthusiastically “Of course, maybe we can join them.” Your mouth dropped with a pop when she said that she was not in her right mind for wanting to join a gang, it would be interesting and it maybe could bring some protection for your baby brother and you but then again, it was not like you couldn’t protect him against the gangs that roamed the streets of Seoul. “Just get me a drink!” you yelled at her whilst slapping the back of her head for getting you in danger, she yelped in pain but ordered a beer anyway. The bartender was filling a glass but there was no way you were drinking from a glass as everything nowadays was getting drugged.

“I want a closed bottle.” you told the bartender and the look he threw your way was everything except friendly but he did return with a closed bottle but he didn’t give you a opener but then again who needed one if you could pop the head of with your hand. You took a long sip whilst scanning the floor and to be honest there was nothing weird going on and people were having a good time. “Why don’t you compete with those dancers over there?” she was again giving me a headache because you really didn’t want to battle with other dancers, not whilst wearing a tight dress. “We can take a look, I guess.” you grabbed her hand and dragged her with you and as you stood on the sidelines you couldn’t help but smirk because you were just as good as these guys and boy they were handsome. They were freestylers for sure and as the beats continued you couldn’t help but move with the music when suddenly a hand grabbed your waist and pulled you back. “The boss wants to meet you.” You felt an object pushed against your back and you knew it was a gun without looking so there was no other option then to come with him and as he led you back you were taking everything in, just in case you would have to run.

The guy was pushing you towards a door and ordered you to open it and once you were inside he moved away from you, now you could take a good look at the guy and you immediately noticed his length, he was tall and handsome but also dangerous as you spotted the gun in his hand. “Are you done staring at my friend?” His voice made you turn around immediately and there was “the Boss.” he was mesmerizing, he looked as if he could kill you in a second, he was not smiling but there was this knowing smirk on his face and you could tell that he was someone you shouldn’t mess with.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was having a good time.” You tried to sound polite but something in him made you want to be rude but you couldn’t provoke him. “You followed one of my men with that silly friend of yours. Why?” there was no point in lying right?

“She was curious and I couldn’t let her go alone.” you shrugged and that made him chuckle. “What could you do to protect her, you’re just a girl.” this made you angry because he didn’t even know you and still he was pulling the “you are a woman and there for you are weak” card and you even took a step forward which wiped the smile from his face. “Stop.” but you didn’t and without even thinking it through you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him up, which startled him for sure and that’s when you heard the safety being pulled from the gun but you couldn’t leave it at this and before you let him go you came even closer. “You don’t even know me so don’t you dare judge me.” you let him fall back and took a few steps back and without any indication, he started laughing. “Wow Y/N you really did change.” this confused the hell out of you because how did he know my name?

“How do you know my name?” You hand your one hand on your hip and the other was balled into a fist and as he finally got up he didn’t waste any time as he walked towards you and without realizing you actually walked back until a pair hands stopped you “thanks JK.” the guy chuckled and as “The boss” turned his attention back to you, you noticed that he wasn’t that tall but that really didn’t matter because he still looked dangerous but then it hit you as you were forced to look at him again from up close, he did look a bit familiar. “How is your little brother doing?” he asked a bit too friendly and the hairs were already standing up at the back of your neck, he didn’t just bring my brother into this right?

“Again how do you know my name.” you weren’t going to talk about you brother as it was none of his business. “How odd, you really don’t remember me do you?” This was confusing as hell and to be quite frank he was starting to piss you off. “Stop playing games and tell me how you know my name.” your voice was shaking but not with fear but more like restraining from the urge of hitting his too handsome face.

“They call me Suga now but my name was Min Yoongi.” That certainly did ring some bells, there was no way that this was the same guy you played with when you were younger and if it was really him, how could you not remember him, to be honest it was a while ago and you moved away from Daegu when your mother was ill and as he was at least four years older it wasn’t that strange that you couldn’t remember him but why was he here and the leader of this gang? “Ah, I can see you remember me now.”

“Min Yoongi? How can you be here and why are you the leader of this gang, what happened to you?” you know you were asking way too much at one time but he never wavered as he stayed right in front of you. “That really doesn’t matter, what does matter is that you shouldn’t have followed your friend inside my club.” the bad feeling you had got even worse, what was he going to do.

“She is my friend why shouldn’t I follow her?”

“Because she is already done for.” this shocked you and as he noticed the shock his smile became evil and you just wanted to run away when the door opened and my friend got thrown in rather hard but instead of looking upset she was actually laughing. “Suga.” was her only remark and this surprised me because how did she know him?

“You shouldn’t have come here, you know that right?” Yoongi finally stepped away from me and crouched down in front of her and she actually spit in his face and the next thing he did made you jump as he hit her hard, the clap was ringing through my ears and as you were trying to move towards them, you got stopped by a hand who was holding you back but as your friend laid there your adrenaline went through the roof and you actually grabbed the hand of this person and flung him over your shoulder, this all happened so fast that Yoongi didn’t see you coming as you kicked him out of the way and as you flung her over your shoulder you heard a gun but it didn’t stop you and the minute you touched the doorknob the gun went off and the bullet went straight into your shoulder, which made you drop her to the floor. You didn’t want to give up and picked her up again but this time you couldn’t do anything except for letting you lean on your good shoulder but of course, you didn’t come far as Yoongi had already called in backup and as the two guys were approaching you, you knew you were done for. “Y/N, just go. You have to get back to your brother, just go!”

You stared at her in horror, how could she ask me to leave her behind? This was not happening, after all those years avoiding gangs, she dragged me right in and now she was even insisting on leaving her here. “I can’t leave you,” you said to her in utter shock but she was right about your little brother what if they decided to kill you for helping her? You were having a battle inside but it was already too late because of your hesitation Yoongi had the opportunity to get close and the thing he did next made everything go black as he put his finger in your bullet wound and that’s when you heard a gun going off.

You woke up as something cold was getting pressed against your forehead. The thing that startled you was that it was your little brother who was taking care of you, you were back at your house and in your own bed. “How did I come here?” you mumbled and your brother immediately turned to you with a smile on his face. “A handsome guy brought you here and told me you had a bit too much to drink.” you shot up but let yourself sink back when you felt your painful shoulder, it wasn’t a dream, you were really shot but what happened to her, did she survive or.. “How did he look like?”

“Uhm he had black hair, he wasn’t really tall but you could tell he was powerful,” he said as he sat down on your bed, he had something in his hand and you pointed to it. “What’s that?”

“Ah ye, he told me to give this to you.” he handed it over but you didn’t open it yet just out of fear because whatever happened yesterday, it wasn’t good and you had to pay a price for disobeying him. “Can you get me something to eat?” you asked him and he immediately moved away. With trembling hand, you opened the letter, which said

“Tonight at 11, make sure you are ready.”

It was signed with an S but it was obvious from whom this was coming, it also meant that he knew where you lived but how did he know that? It can’t be that he had been watching me right? This meant that you and your brother weren’t safe any longer but you weren’t going down without a fight, you had been training for this kind of things and if Yoongi thought you couldn’t protect yourself and your brother then he was wrong because even though you’re not wearing a gun it didn’t mean you didn’t know how to use one. You were going to meet him tonight but if he thought you were going to dress up than he was mistaken.

You brought your brother to school after making sure you took something for the pain in your shoulder. You couldn’t let people see you were in pain so ignoring it was the best option, the thing was though that you had a fight later today, which you couldn’t cancel as it paid the rent. “Be careful okay? I will be here at three to pick you up,” you yelled after your brother because there was no way he was going home by himself not after yesterday, not now that you were followed. You knew they were following you from the moment you stepped outside and it was funny to see how they tried to hide but what did worry you was that they were not Yoongi’s men at least not the ones you had already seen.

You stepped into the ring and as the challenger got in, you had to smile because this was going to be easier than you would think. “Alright ladies let’s start.” the referee made us bow and that’s when the fight started, it was a shame that she was still so young but you couldn’t let her win, not whilst people were looking at you from different gangs. Within six minutes you had knocked her out and you had to hand it to her, she was strong and the punches you received actually hurt and you surely would have a black eye at the end of the day but the thing that hurt the most was your shoulder and you were sure it was bleeding again. You walked into the dressing room and as your were changing your clothes someone walked in and locked the room. “Where is your friend?” he didn’t give you a chance to say anything as he pressed you down, he knew about the wound as he put his finger on it, it was also the only reason why you buckled. “I don’t know.” you were clenching your teeth as he pushed through the stitches, you couldn’t help scream it out. “LET GO!!” you yelled at him but he only chuckled.

“Not before you tell me what happened yesterday?”

“I don’t know what happened yesterday, I got really drunk, I blacked out.” You were desperate and took the lie that Yoongi told your brother. “You’re lying, how did you get this wound?” to make it worse he actually put his finger in it and that’s when you started to see stars.

“We killed her.” You recognized the voice and that’s when you were kicked to the side, you yelped in pain when someone suddenly held you gently. “Just stay still, it will be okay.” You didn’t recognize this voice but it sounded really friendly. “What do you mean you killed her?!” the guy was raising your voice but Yoongi stayed calm. “Just as I’m saying, we killed her, she trespassed after three warnings.”

“She did nothing wrong!”

“Really, that’s why she was dealing in my club?”

“Aish damn girl but still you should’ve sent her back to us.” Yoongi was clicking with his tongue, you could easily tell he was losing his patience. “I did twice already but she still came back and this time she even dragged down someone important to me and that’s unforgivable.” You knew it was over as the other guy didn’t say anything but there was still a tense atmosphere around us and then it hit you because he had hurt me, they were going to do something to that guy but that really wasn’t something you wanted to be a witness of. “Let me go, please?” you whispered to the guy who was holding you but he didn’t budge. “Please, I won’t tell anyone, I just really want to go home.” You’re not going anywhere, I’m sorry.”

“You know what happens to people who hurt the people I care about right?” The guy didn’t say anything as he knew the penalty, this was a penalty that everyone knew about because not only did you disrespect the leader but you also brought danger to your own members, it was an unforgivable one, which was paid by the only thing that would make sense to these guys and that was death. That’s when you heard the safety being pulled from the gun and before you could say anything the gun went off. You had your eyes on them when it happened and you felt sick to your stomach but you couldn’t look away even though this was wrong it felt nice that someone wanted to protect you and you couldn’t help but respect Yoongi, speaking of which, he turned and came straight to you even the hands that were holding you were gone and yoongi pulled you gently into his arms but as he put his arms around you,  you immediately felt your shoulder, which had been numb the entire time, probably because you were in shock but now it was hurting like crazy.

“Are you okay, we heard you scream.” You shook your head and that’s when he saw the blood on your shoulder, that was also a thing, as you were wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts, you felt humiliated. “Your stitches!” he sounded alarmed but you pushed him away because it was his fault that you need stitches in the first place. “This is all your fault, I wouldn’t be in trouble if you left us alone but noooo you had to kill my friend and shoot me in the process!” Your anger surfaced but as you were in pain it really didn’t matter.

“I know, I shouldn’t have shoot you but then again you should’ve listened to me, I’m reasonable but not when I’m dealing with a problem.” you were staring at each other and you could feel the tension but it wasn’t all anger, it was also passion, the chemistry was electrifying and it wasn’t a surprise when Yoongi pulled you closer but before he could put his mouth on yours, one of the guys scraped his throat, making you jump away from Yoongi.

“We should look at her shoulder Yoongi.”



———>Next🐙

Remember that it’s okay not to come out. For whatever reason you have, whether it is for your own safety, if you need to come to terms with yourself first, or if you just don’t want to: all reasons are good enough; because coming out is a personal choice. You could choose to only come out to your closest friends, or only a trusted family member. You could choose to be out to everyone, and you could choose to never come out at all. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.

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Masterlist

Gifs not mine.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt ideas @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch. xxx

Warnings: minor swearing.


The only thing that you needed right now was a hug. But could you get one? No. You had an endless list of places you would rather be. You did not like this forensic conference. Normally, you enjoyed your job but the last few months had been hard. Firstly, you had received a promotion that everyone was dying to get so it was understandable that people would be jealous. However, people gave you dirty looks constantly and you was sure that people were speaking about you behind your back. Some gave you horrible comments to your face. You often worked closely with Molly Hooper however she wasn’t in the meeting. She was on holiday. You had massive amounts of paperwork or just work in general and you often found yourself doing other people’s. You were sick of it.

 

 

You were all gathered round a table while your boss was at the front giving the presentation. You longed to be in Sherlock’s arms however you knew that would not happen. He was always to engrossed in his work and often felt like he didn’t need any company. You knew that dating Sherlock would mean that there wasn’t a lot of physical affection but you did want it occasionally. You knew he wouldn’t understand though so you didn’t mention it. He probably wouldn’t listen anyway. Your boss was droning on about work ethic, the new technology that would be used, etcetera. You felt isolated. Apart from your boss, no one else liked you in that room. You missed Molly. She was normally sat next to you keeping you sane. It was killing you.

 

 

Time seemed to have slowed down and you found yourself staring at the clock more frequently as you began to become desperate to leave. It appeared that everyone else became bored as well as they brought their attention to you. Like per usual, you began to get glares from them and you could hear whispers when your boss was not paying attention. Normally, you could deal with it but some days it just really hurt. Today was one of those days. You’d bottled it up all day so when the meeting finally ended, you excused yourself from a conversation with your boss and ran to the bathroom where you balled your eyes out. Luckily, no one else was in there to hear you cry. After wiping your tears away, you left. The bad day didn’t end there. Some of the tube lines were closed for maintenance so you got the bus as you knew the Underground would be packed. You waited for the bus but your oyster card had no money on once you finally got on the bus so you ended up walking a long way back to Baker Street. It began to rain and you didn’t bring a coat considering it had been a warm summer day. You hadn’t brought an umbrella either because you’d been so busy that you didn’t see the recent weather warnings. It was rush hour so the streets were jam packed. You shoes were not fit for walking longer distances so your feet were killing you. You just wanted to be home.

 

 

Sherlock just glanced over at you before returning to his violin when you walked in. This really annoyed you but you knew it was best not to argue. You dried off and changed in your pyjamas. You walked back into the living room.

You opened your mouth to speak but Sherlock spoke before you did. “No,” He said. “I won’t hug you. I’m too busy.”

You predicted he’d say something like that. “Well it would be nice if you cared for once.”

“I do. I’m just busy.”

“Well you don’t look like it.”

“I am. I don’t always have to hug you when you ask.”

“I never ask!” You exploded. You were letting all of your anger out as rage built up inside you. “It’s just a cuddle and you hardly ever show physical affection! I know you don’t like it much but it would be nice for once. You never take my feelings into consideration anyway! You’re always stuck up your own arse and your work always comes first. My day has been shit but you don’t care! You’ve probably noticed that I’ve come home from work upset for the last three months, because you are Sherlock fucking Holmes, but have you asked me about it? No. Would you listen if I told you? No! But do I listen to all your rants over petty things like John occasionally not listening to you? Yes! I never ask for anything off of you so just a hug would be nice!” You stormed into your shared bedroom before he could reply. You threw yourself down onto the bed and laid on your side. After the events of the today, you needed a rest.

 

 

Around ten minutes later, you felt a weight next to you on the bed and arms wrapping around you. The body then pressed itself close to you.

“I’m sorry,” Sherlock mumbled.

You sighed. “Just because I yelled at you-”

“No I’m not hugging you out of sympathy. I want to. I genuinely am sorry.”

“I can’t believe that the famous Sherlock Holmes is apologising.” You smiled.

“Don’t take it for granted.” He sighed. “I do listen to you and I definitely noticed you had been upset. I deduced that your co-workers (with the exception of Molly) had upset you so I went and spoke to them about it. They obviously ignored me. I was going to ask again however I did not want to pry into your business as you scolded me about that beforehand.”

“I’m sorry for yelling.”

“I don’t mind." You fell asleep in his arms peacefully and he fell asleep soon after. You may not be the most perfect couple but who cares about perfection?

I just want to remind y'all that you shouldn’t feel bad about blocking anyone who is bigoted, uses slurs against you, verbally harasses or intimidates you, stalks you online, or makes you feel uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor.

That’s what the block feature is there for. Don’t let them make you feel guilty for “not giving them a fair chance”, or say that, “you have to debate with them, or else you’re the bigoted one”. Don’t feel like you’re weak, or you “lost an argument” because you blocked them. You don’t owe anyone on this site anything. Your own mental and emotional health comes first.

“Your mental health comes first,” I told my best friend who decided to drop out of school because his mental illness became too much to handle.

“Your mental health comes first,” I told another one of my best friends who was making the debate between playing for an elite volleyball team or only focusing on schoolwork.

“Your mental health comes first,” I told my mom who was placing way too much stress on herself in caring for both me and her own life.

“Your mental health comes first,” I tell everyone who is struggling and does not know which way to turn.

But when did I stop telling myself? When did it start becoming okay for me to look in the mirror and cry about how much I hate myself and not tell anyone about the emptiness I feel inside when I lay in bed at night? When did I allow my mental illness to swallow my brain whole and make me become a shadowed, lifeless vessel? When did it start becoming okay for me to hide my true feelings behind these words and keep every trail of speech hidden behind a friendly laugh and sweet smile? When did I stop telling myself that my mental health comes first?

And when will I start again?

—  5.1.17 / by the end of this month I will convince myself that my mental health comes first
Forbidden Flame

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“Now Now,” Michael interrupted as he put a hand on each of your shoulders. “What the fuck is my best friends hand doing up my little cousins skirt?” You both quickly pulled away from each other you felt your face burning red while Isaiah shot right up to his feet.

“Didn’t see you there mate,” Isaiah was trying to avoid the conversation. You couldn’t be bothered with all the hiding especially now you weren’t really hiding anymore.

“We need to talk, but not here,” you break the awkward silence between you all and head for the books room.

“What are you doing?” Isaiah asks clearly worried.

“I can’t be bothered with it anymore.”

“If your brothers find out they’ll kill me.”

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Nyeeeee lol so I decided to try doing an adoptable OvO

So this here is Custard cake ~~ ! If you would like this smol as your own, $10, it’s first come first serve, so e-mail me at annekoart@gmail.com (Bear in mind this is kind of an experiment lololol;; it’s my first time doing this ;v;) She’s currently available!

You may change the name and make small changes to her design, but no more than that! Do not steal this oc pls and thank u uvu

If people like this idea of me doing adoptables, I will do more bc I love doing it omg

Custard Cake has been adopted by @askdarlingadelaide! Thank you very much for buying ~ Also, people seem to like me doing adopts, so I will do my best to make more kawaiiness in the future!!! *>v<*)/

anonymous asked:

how to attract like minded friends ?

Be your own friend first. That way when new people come into your life, you won’t allow yourself to beguiled by a convincing character due to you own ego having its own agenda. Go places that reflect who you are or who you are working on towards becoming. For example if you value peace and inner-development, you could join a yoga class, and you’ll probably find those people there. That’s just an example, but I’m sure you know what I mean. Just think about what kind of person you’d like to become, and go wherever the environment would support that growth 😊

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You know who deserves free food?  Mycroft.  And you, at @221bcon 2017.

Mycroft Holmes, your empty refrigerator is too tragic!  We’re coming to your bachelor pad, aka the @homelessnetwork-221bcon Suite, bearing dinner.  Come join us!

When:  Saturday, April 8, 2017

What time:  6 - 7:30 PM

Where:  The Homeless Network Suite at 221B Con

What:  

  • Beef lasagna
  • Vegetarian baked ziti with chicken on the side
  • Middle Eastern platter, vegan and vegetarian
  • Garden salad, vegan

Why:  Because on the @threepatchpodcast, @dixiebell said of Mycroft’s sad refrigerator, “Someone should bring him a casserole.”

How much food?:  We have ordered food to feed 40 people.  This is financed by private donation, so sorry, it’ll be first come, first served!  Feel free to bring your own casseroles or other food if you want to contribute!

Who:  Joint cheer brought to you by the @homelessnetwork-221bcon and @threepatchpodcast!