#sh is in fact an addiction my dear friends

[weasleydream]

So cold

HOLY FREAKING SH*T THERE’S 300 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME THAT’S JUST INSANE!!!!! 

Thank you so much, all of you, thank you for supporting me in my work! I just- I don’t have the words to express how freaking much I love you all, and special mention for @pregnant-piggy and @theravenclawmarauder, two amazing persons

So now that I’ve said that, this is my first request and it’s from @smiles-returning-to-the-faces. As I’ve told you, I’ve taken some liberty and I hope it’s still okay for you (and I’m sorry it’s been so long...)

This is my first Sirius x reader and I hope you’ll enjoy!

Masterlist

(too lazy to find a gif right now)

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It was strange, the silence invading the house while just one week ago, it was filled with laughters, discussions and complaints. Now, the 12 Grimmauld Place seemed as dead as the rats once hiding in the couch, even though we were still four souls in there. Kreacher was bound to the house, of course, and he didn’t have much of a choice. Nor did Buckbeak the dear hippogriff and Sirius. And me? Nothing could have forced me to stay here, nothing except my love for the husband I had lost so many years ago. 

Sirius was my first and only love, the only man I had ever known. At first, his bad boy attitude had intrigued me. He seemed to be a living cliche, the heartbreaker of the school, never listening to anyone yet adored by even the strictest teachers of Hogwarts. Even his group of friends seemed cliche: the other star of the school, excelling in the Quidditch team and the most popular girl’s boyfriend; the serious guy, the prefect who had in fact the most mischievous ideas; and the shy boy who was part of the band without anyone really understanding why. 

Then I had begun to know him, to know his deep self, and I had fallen for the fragile boy with low self-confidence, the boy who had ran away from home and who wanted so desperately a family, which he had found with the Marauders. We were so different at the time, I was as introvert as he was loud and sometimes eccentric, but don’t they say that opposites attract? The only thing we seemed to have in common was our fear to love deeply, with all our heart, the fear of being abandoned and left broken on the sidewalk. 

We had found each other, we had begun dating at the end of sixth year and married half a year after graduation. We were both terrified of what life held for us, always dreading the moment one of us had to leave on a mission for the Order. It was exhausting, and one day, Sirius had proposed. A week later, I was officially Y/N Black. 

And a year and a half later, I was indeed left broken on the sidewalk, holding in my shaking hands the Prophet which first page showed Sirius, my beloved Sirius, laughing maniacally after, in their words, having killed Peter. James and Lily were dead, betrayed by I didn’t know who, Remus was gone I didn’t know where, and now Peter was dead too and Sirius… 

I spent the first year fighting tooth and claws to liberate him. I knew him, he would never have betrayed the man he loved like his brother and killed one of his best friends. Never. But proofs had kept coming to me, no one had allowed me to talk to him or to send him a letter, I didn’t know how he was doing, I had kept being attacked for defending him… And I had lost faith. This had been my biggest mistake. From this day, I had disappeared in the wild, not even replying to Remus’ letters as I thought he could be the traitor. 

Twelve years later, my life had changed completely once more when Sirius had escaped Azkaban. The reunion had been weird and difficult, but I trusted him with everything I had and I wanted to make up for all these years when I didn’t know what to think. 

That brings us back to Square Grimmauld, this place I knew Sirius hated with every fiber of his body. This place which had become his prison because Dumbledore had said so. 

“Sirius, love, are you okay?” I asked quietly when I saw Sirius gripping the back of a chair so tight that his knuckles were white. 

“Of course, don’t worry Y/N.”

He smiled and opened his arms. It was an invitation, officially because he wanted to reassure me, unofficially because he needed to remind himself that he wasn’t alone anymore. I threw my arms around his neck, tightening his body against mine as much as I could. The feeling still was a bit strange: his skin was closer to his bones than it used to be, his arms were thinner, and every time our bodies were in contact, horrible images of him tortured by dementors invaded my mind. These moments, it was hard to tell who was the most broken between us. 

“Do you want to see Buckbeak?” Sirius asked abruptly. 

He had stepped back and was looking at me with what painfully looked like a forced smile. 

“Yes, why not? I bet this poor Buck is bored to death up there.”

It was hard to always be pushed away by the love of your life after twelve years apart, but I didn’t want to rush him. I didn’t know what was happening in his head, and even though my only priority was to help him, forcing him to talk to me wasn’t the solution. 

After a little stop in the kitchen, where Sirius grabbed enough meat to feed a regiment, we headed to the room where Buckbeak was hidden. The hippogriff seemed more than happy to see us, and he didn’t even wait for us to salute him. With a noise that sounded like a shout of joy, he started to eat under our amused gazes. 

“The poor boy seemed to be starving.” Sirius commented casually. 

I nodded in agreement and stepped forward to brush a spider off Buck’s back. Far from noticing me, he extended his wings and moved them vividly, hitting me in the progress, before lying on the floor and squealed in a way that indicated clearly he wanted to be alone for his nap. 

I followed Sirius outside and as he closed the door, he asked me quietly:

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, don’t worry.” I replied with a smile. 

Sirius chuckled before gesturing his head toward the stairs. We joined the kitchen, and I sat on the work surface, grabbing his hand when he passed in front of me. Little gestures like that were normal before Azkaban, everyone used to tease us because we seemed to be glued one to each other. That’s probably why seeing him tensing for something as innocent as me holding his hand was so painful, a bitter reminder of what had been and could never be again. I let go of his hand and his fingers brushed against mine for a second before leaving them colder than ever. 

“It’s not easy, is it?” Sirius spoke up. He was giving me his back, but I could have sworn he had this sad smile I hated to see on his face. The one he always put up when he wanted to be brave but just didn't have the strength. “I thought it would be easier. I thought I would just kiss you, tell you how much I love you and things would get back to normal.” 

“What keeps them from being normal again?” 

“A lot of things.” he whispered before heading out of the kitchen.

This time, I wouldn’t let him go without an explanation. I was tired of all of this. I jumped off the work surface and caught up with him, wrapping my arms around him and resting my forehead on his back. 

“Talk to me Sirius. Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

Sirius, who had frozen, suddenly turned around and pushed me against the closest wall. His arms were surrounding me, his hands flat on the floor and his breathing warming my face up. His chest was regularly lifting, matching mine as my heart was beating faster than ever. 

“I just…”

Sirius’ voice was low, like a growl coming from the depths of his body. His hair falling in front of his face, his eyes were hidden from me yet I knew they were darker than usual. He had always failed to hide his emotions because of his eyes, so expressive against his own will. 

“I want to be close to you.” he whispered. “I want it so bad it’s scary. I feel like… Like I can’t breathe if I’m not near you.” 

I shivered before slowly removing a strand of hair. 

“I’m afraid of the effect you have on me. How can someone be so… so addictive?”

“Sirius, don’t think too much, love, it’s not your thing.” He laughed, and the sound reminded me of a yelp like every time he laughed heartily. “You’re here now, I’m here, so you don’t have to worry anymore. You can be as close to me as you want,” I added in a murmur, looking up at him with a smirk. 

Sirius’ POV

“Please babe, five more minutes…” I moaned as Y/N was getting up. 

“Love, you’ve begged for five more minutes for an hour now!” She exclaimed before chuckling softly when I grabbed her waist. 

“I don’t care, I don’t want to let you go.” 

Laughing at my childish pout, she laid back straight between my open arms and snuggled against me. Her hair tickled my bare skin, and so did her eyelashes when she looked up at me. Her Y/E/C eyes were shining in the morning light, and I found myself falling in love all over again. 

Everything from the bliss I was feeling to the dream-like light was just perfect. My wife was here with me, a thousand times more beautiful than the last day I had seen her before being sent to Azkaban, and her heart was still mine. She had waited for me, and now she was here. I should have been the happiest man on earth, shouldn’t I? Yet, it was still hard to believe that all of sudden, everything was back to normal. I couldn’t help but fear the moment all of this would be taken away from me, I dreaded the moment Y/N would simply vanish in front of me, the ghost of her hand making me wonder if she had even been here. 

I knew it was hard to understand. I needed nothing more than to be with her yet I was terrified and unable to stay by her side. But I just couldn’t let her leave my sight either; what if I couldn’t find her anymore? I had talked about this to Moony the last time I had seen him, and that was what had decided me to talk to her. 

“Just tell her,” he had shrugged. “You know you can trust her, and she will understand. You’ve been alone for twelve years Pads, of course it’s normal to need a reminder that she is here.” 

“Are you crazy?” I had replied. “I can’t tell her I’m so terrified that I spend half of my nights just watching her! What would she think?”

“Still the drama queen, aren’t you? Well, if you don’t want to talk to her - which I’m positive is the best solution but nevermind - then I don’t know how I can help you.”

Y/N moved against me, and her hand began to stroke the side of my arm. 

“You seem tense babe, are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay, don’t worry and come here.”

I tightened her body against mine and closed my eyes. Skin against skin, our hearts beating in sync, this was what I wanted for the rest of my life. 

“I missed you so much…” I breathed in her hair. “I was used to your warmth and all of sudden, I was left alone in the cold…”

“It’s over, love.” She pushed me just enough for our eyes to meet, her gaze as teary as mine, both crying because I had suffered all these years for nothing. “I’m here, I’m with you, ready to warm you up whenever you want. You’re not alone anymore, Sirius.”

[j0elmill3r]

In The Flesh

Sebastian Stan x Daughter!Reader

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Warnings; this is really short omg, fluff, swearing [not quite sure if there is],

word count; 1.2k [yikes what the fuck]

A/N; the anon that requested this enjoys it! And I’m sorry that it’s so short too!

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Zoom classes were going to be the death of you. You were outraged at the fact you still had to get up early so you could make yourself look alive for your online class, you weren't physically going anywhere, so why did you need to get up so early? Your dad told you that since it wasn't technically a break, and you still had to get up and do other school work for classes that didn't use Zoom. You told him specifically not to come into your room while you were on the chat because you knew that everyone would freak out that Sebastian Stan was on their screen. Everyone knew, of course, you were the spitting image of your dad, only more feminine, obviously.

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"Up and at 'em, Y/N. Your class starts in an hour!" Your personal alarm clock, your dad, said as he walked into your room. You groaned and turned away from him as he opened the blind.

"Dad," You whined. He laughed and sat on the edge of your bed. "It's 8 am, why do I have to get up? Especially if my class isn't for another hour," You complained as you sat up and faced him.

"Because you have to have something to eat, then you need to shower and make yourself look alive, sunshine," He said. "And anyway, I thought you loved getting up early so you could more time with your dear old dad," He said. You scrunched up your face got out of bed.

"Whatever you say," You murmured. You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where you grabbed the cereal and the milk. Taking your cereal, you sat at the breakfast bar and tried to fight the sleep taking over you. Sebastian walked down the stairs and sat down across from you.

"So, another 3 am round? I thought you would have learned by now," He said as he took a drink of his coffee that sat on the counter. You gave him the best bitchface you could muster. Sebastian laughed and ruffled your hair. "Y/N, you are adorable when you try to be mad. You make me laugh," He said. You huffed in annoyance as you put your bowl in the sink.

"I'm gonna go get ready since it would apparently be inappropriate to wear my old Captain America hoodie onto a zoom call that most people don't pay attention to," You said. Sebastian laughed and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Well, I'd hope that you aren't apart of the 'most people' that don't pay attention to the call and you are, this stuff's important, Y/N," He told you. You scoffed.

"Oh yeah, because I'm definitely gonna need to know how to analyze a poem when I'm like 35  and about to buy a house for the first time," You said. Sebastian sighed and shook his head.

"I don't know how many times I'm gonna have to tell you this, it's only because-"

"It's part of your coursework," You cut him off. "I know, you've only been saying since I started High School. I'm gonna go shower now," You walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. After you showered and got ready, you texted your dad to tell him that if he came into your room in the next hour, he would definitely regret it after. Your class had been on for about 45 minutes, and you were counting down the minutes until the class would end, you still had another 15 minutes.

"Y/N, what themes did the movie Trainspotting  explore?" Your teacher asked. She had assigned you the movie as part of a movie and book review, but you were still waiting on the book coming in the mail. You watched the movie with your dad on Saturday so you could still remember everything for your class.

"Well, it looked at heroin addiction, obviously. But it looked at crime and death too, and how the characters really never cared for each other, except how Renton cared for Spud," You told the class.  Your teacher nodded and wrote something down.

"And how did the character of sick boy take the death of his infant daughter?" She asked you again.

"Well, as Renton put it, he had no way to explain that moment, and that part of him died with the baby, and-" Just as you were about to finish, the door of your room opened and at that moment, all time seemed to stop and you knew you were fucked, your class was as good as finished when your dad walked in. "Oh God," You said quietly. Your dad must have not seen that you were still at your computer, or that all of the Marvel fans and obsessed fangirls were either crying or squealing, you didn't know which category your teacher fell into. Your class was freaking out, Sebastian Stan was there, in the flesh, in their classmates bedroom. And most people in your class had met your dad at Parent’s evenings, but it never stopped them from being any more shocked than they were at that moment that they saw him in your bed room behind you, completely unaware of what he was causing.

"Oh sh-" You turned around in your chair to warn your dad about what you knew he was going to say. "-oot. Sorry, Y/N. I forgot what time it was," He said. You nodded and glared at him, causing him to laugh nervously.

"Hello, Mr. Stan!" Your friend cheered through the camera. Sebastian peered around you and saw your friend, Katy.

"Hello, Katy," He said. "I'll go," You nodded in approval as your dad hurriedly made his way out of your room. As soon as you turned around, your classmates started bombarding you with questions and various other requests. You clicked off of the class and closed the zoom app, that was enough of that for the day. Sighing, you stood up from your desk and walked out of your room and down into the living room. "You're done already?"

"You broke my class, I wasn't sitting through ten minutes of people only liking me because of who you are," You told him.

"I'm sorry," He said. You smiled and nodded.

"I know, but seriously, if you do it again you'll be figuring out Instagram on your own from now on," You threatened him, making him laugh.

"I'll find someone else to help me, Y/N," He told you. You breathed in through your teeth and shrugged your shoulders.

"Not if you can't DM them on Instagram, that'll be it, you'll never be able to speak to another single person again other than me," You said dramatically.

"Are you done or do you have more left in you?" He asked. "Because guessing by the time I heard you turn your TV off this morning, you haven't slept any more than 2 hours sleep," You had to admit, your dad knew you better than you probably knew yourself. You sighed in defeat and sat next to him on the couch.

"Mid-morning nap?" You offered. Sebastian laughed and put his arm around you, pulling you close.

"I'll have to pass, sweetheart, but by all means go ahead. I'll assume the usual role of being your personal pillow," He said. You nodded and hummed in agreement as you closed your eyes.

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[fleeting-sanity]

27 and 31!

which stronghold do you spend the most time in?

My Nar Shaddaa SH! I got it free, and it’s shared between factions and I placed the conveniences on one room so yeah :P I’ve yet to post the gifset of the SH but I haven’t 100% it yet. It’s publicly listed in Satele Shan server, called “Enzaren’s Stronghold” at 93% completion. I decorated it the best my F2P ways can.

tell us a random fact/story you haven’t shared before about a swtor experience

This was back in 2013 Gav Daragon, the APAC RP server later merged into Harbinger. I used to be in this big guild and we’re all good friends since our community is small. A bunch of us was online at that time and we all qued for PvP. I used to be a PvP addict... but now I avoid it. 

Huttball popped. We’re basically fighting each other and we’re on Teamspeak lmaoooo. I pushed my guildmates into acid, they all FF’ed me because I was healing with Sage boi,,, my late brother scored two goals... Ahh man, those were the very good times. /sob

Thank you for asking my dear! :D

[sightless-highland]

7 reasons to create Yuru-Chara for "Jameson's Door"

"Or a little bit of R-Man's revelations"

So, to begin with, the word "Yuru-Chara is not at all the name of Chara from some Alternative Undertale Universe" Yuru ", and even more so it is not a reference to one member of Jameson's Door community, which has such a nickname in Discord... "Yuru-Chara" is a kind of mascot, but only in the Japanese way. They necessarily look "very cute" (kawaii), which means that their design should be memorable due to its simplicity (so that such a character would be easy to draw even a baby). The goals of Yuru-Chara are obvious - to codify the advertised product, or, more simply, to be its symbol, which would immediately be associated with the product advertised (IMHO, Robbie the Rabbit from Silent Hill franchise is kind of "Yuru-Chara" but he's not enough "moe" on my opinion).

Well, let me explain the reasons why I believe that the Jameson's Door project needs "Yuru-Chara"

1) Community. Yes, you, my dear friends. So, When I invited people to join the project, the Silent Hill fans (who were a priority, because the project was designed specifically for them) reacted rather coldly and even negatively. Messages in which they simply scolded me and sending to hell, were far from rare. But Undertale's fans (to whom I sent out invitations "just for lulz" - forgive me, my friends, but I say how it really was) responded most willingly, and gladly accepted the invitations (for which I thank them & you personally by the bottom of my heart!) 2) Nikita "Bratish" Kuplinov. He is the lead artist of the project, it depends on him what "face" will have "Jameson's Door". But he is far from a professional (some will try to challenge this, but this is really so, he himself writes in his portfolio on DeviantArt that he is just hobbyist), so his drawings, which he does NOT from photographs, but draws in a vector, do not corny fit in a grave and gloomy style, which was set by Silent Hill. In addition, he is clearly addicted to anime - these are his main subscriptions (and followers) to DeviantArt & Pixiv, and indeed his drawing style is clearly strongly inspired by this genre. 3) My personal impressions after walkthrough Silent Hill 1. The fact is that when I played the above game, I was very embarrassed that there was practically no character on which, in general, the goal of the game was tied. In case someone hasn't guessed, I'm talking about Cheryl Mason. She runs away from her father (whom we play as) and our goal is to find her. And in our adventures we sometimes hear her voice, there is even a moment when she appears on the screen of monitors, but we never see Cheryl, let's say, a material form again (if I didn't understand something in the final cutscene that is shown in front of the boss, I humbly ask you to forgive me). And this upset me greatly, because firstly, I did not expect this from the game where we are looking for a daughter (yes, I did not understand anything in Silent Hill when I played the first game for the first time), and secondly, after the middle The game began to annoy me that old woman (I forgot her name), and when I finished going walkthrough the Silent Hill 1, I began to scold the developers ("sotto voce" of course), who, for only for them well-known reason, decided to give this character so much screen time. And that's why I made a vow to myself that if I were to be inspired by the characters, it would definitely not be this old hag, that stole potential time from poor Cheryl. 4) Mass-media ads. I made observations, during which I concluded that products (game, cartoon, something else), the symbol of which is a female character (and, for the most part, a underage), depicted in anime style, are much more popular than products whose mascot is something that does not fit this definition. Lord, look at the same Silent Hill. Not all, but still some games have something similar on the cover, which means that even the maestros could not resist against pop culture, since they did so. 5) My own lack of professionalism. At the very beginning of develop, I confess, I conceived the idea that the main character had a wife. Moreover, he had her in such a way that, on the one hand, Jameson seemed to remember her, but in fact, it is very likely that he just dreamed of her, and in fact, he has always been and remains a bachelor. Sounds a very idiotic and sick, right? I had to do this so that the plot did not look like a tracing paper from Silent Hill 2, where the main character also had a wife in the past (but there she really took place in the life of James, another character was a hallucination). Then I abandoned the idea with my wife, because I just decided to work on minor characters with whom Jameson would contact throughout the game (and this business went well for me - all that remained was to write intelligible dialogues, and then I'll can publish the full story for everyone to see). And until recently (read - before the idea of ​​registering an account on Reddit), I did not even think about returning to the topic of a female character in Jameson's Door, if... 6) And yes, Nikita Kuplinov AGAIN! Oh yeah, this person still haunts me. The fact is that, despite his seeming dependence on me, in fact, he created most of the art before I met him (he was going to do FreeDoom 3, can you imagine?), And in general, he is an extremely willful person. All you need to do is look at his art with his "avatar" (especially "Gamedeveloper's Life"), or the infamous comic strip, "Jameson's Nosebleed". Yes, to be honest, I was completely unaware of the existence of this art until he published it on his profile. It was his strange (and stupid as I thought before writing this post) fantasy, from start to finish. He even add logo of "SH-Team's Core" that I lead, in order, apparently, to make fun of me, to make everyone think that he did art in full agreement with me, although this was ABSOLUTELY wrong! I had to pretend that it was me who gave him the idea for this comic, so as not to look like a person who denies what he is involved in according to the information that takes place (yep, I'm talking about the "SH-Team" logo, which Bratish does not put even for those artworks that have been agreed with me from beginning to end). 7) The fact that I have already promised to give someone a gift is that I will add a love theme to Jameson's Door. When I wrote to this person about this, I was thinking about how to dig out the coffin in which the idea of ​​the protagonist's wife lies (this is a literary reception, do not take it literally), but all of the above factors persuaded me to do what I am going to do now.

Outdated message: So, you are probably already making assumptions about how and in what form this character will be embodied when its design is ready (since at the moment our potential "Yuru-Chara" does not have any appearance in principle ), and that it will not be just a symbol of game, but something more. Well, you are on the right track, dear friends ;)

[sophiie-draw]

30 Reasons Not to Kill Yourself

1. Don’t worry about being fixed because you’re not broken.

“When I am in a terrible place, I have always told myself that I am going through whatever it is that I am going through in order to be able to better empathize with other people going through similar situations, and that I will be able to use this experience to help other people get through it. Which makes the pain feel like it has a purpose. Also, I try not to label what I am going through as good or bad (or terrible, as I did above) and to remember that everything is exactly as it is meant to be.” – Jane Pratt

2. Tell yourself: “I’m so deeply proud of you. Never forget that.”

“The person in the mirror will get even more beautiful if you open your heart to others. ”

3. You won’t always feel this way.

“Feelings are not facts. Your depression and your addiction are lying to you. They want you to believe that you are worthless and hopeless and that you will always feel this way. But you won’t always feel this way. You might not even feel this way for very long. Your feelings are not facts and they are not the truth.” – Emily McCombs

4. Life will change.

“When I’m really feeling dark, it’s hard for me to accept promises that it will be better, or that the situation will improve, or really any kind of optimism. I argue with myself or with whoever it is that is trying to cheer me up, reminding them that in life there is no guarantee things will turn out well. However, reminding myself that my life will change and it will be different, though not necessarily great or better, is easier to accept.”

5. You are not alone.

“The big one for me I think is: You are not alone. There are people out there who are going through what you are going through – and many of them have been able to find an even keel through love and support. It’s okay to admit that you are struggling and to acknowledge that yes, things are pretty f-cking sh-tty right now.” – s.e. smith

6. Good people exist.

“My present self would tell my past self that life doesn’t have to be like this, that life won’t always be like this, and good people exist and adulthood truly means the freedom to discard expectations (your own and others’). You will be happy, even if your life looks totally different than you ever thought it would. I would also warn myself: depression and mutual misery is a poor foundation for a lasting relationship. Lastly, I would tell myself that Cymbalta and Klonopin really work miracles.”

7. Talk back to your life.

“My worst times and my darkest thoughts tend to be when it is literally the darkest; at night. At my absolute worst times I’ve gotten through the night by embracing the hopelessness in a way that almost makes it come full circle. It becomes me talking to my life, talking to Hope, talking to Tomorrow, like "I know you’re bullsh-t and you have nothing for me. You suck, Tomorrow. Now…a tiny part of me also knows I’m being irrational right now, so on the off-chance that I’m wrong, I’m gonna stick around one more day and I DARE you to show up, Hope.” It doesn’t magically “show up,” of course, but being a rude, foul-mouthed bitch in my mind has gotten me through some unbearable nights. I would go back further and tell myself to be as much of an asshole in my mental chats with my depression as it can be to me. Obviously this is not a long-term plan or suitable for all occasions, but at my worst times it has been about living through the night.“ – Pia Glenn

8. Everything is temporary.

"Nothing lasts forever, not even the profundity of grief. My lowest points in life have been the times I’ve felt the most challenged, the times I’ve grown as a person, and the times for which I feel, in retrospect, most grateful. What I wish I could have told myself is that I am worth coming out the other side. That I deserve to heal from pain. I used to see pain and drama as a badge that would elicit empathy or attention from other people. If I could, I would hug that person and tell her that life isn’t always nice or fair but it’s a hell of a lot better when you love yourself.”

9. Reaching out shows strength.

“It’s OK to be depressed, it’s OK to admit it, it’s OK to ask for help. You are not weak for reaching out, it is a show of strength. You are allowed to feel things, you are allowed to feel pain. But that pain and depression does not define you. You will get through it, and it will be hard, but in the end it will be a memory.” – Louise Hung

10. You got this.

“The most important war to win, will be the one against yourself, and it is winnable.”

11. Give yourself credit.

“No matter what picture has been painted, everyone is dealing with their own crippling sh-t. And the truth is, most people don’t have time to judge anyone else’s struggle. They’re trying to get through another day just like you are. If you can get just get one thing done today, you’re doing better than a lot of those people. Give yourself credit for that one thing and try for two tomorrow.” – Gabby Keegan

12. Shift your perception.

“Happiness is a choice and there is always a lesson to be learned from a difficult hardship. Whatever it is that you’re going through, it is transient and you can decide how much weight you want to put on that particular problem. Shift your perception and expect something positive is coming your way, always.” – Donna Kim

13. Breathe.

“In this moment it is NOT okay. You hurt, it’s scary how bad it hurts, I know. Remember when it hurt before? Then that one funny, great, silly, loving moment happened? When you laughed until your sides hurt? When you loved so much you thought your heart was going to fly out of your chest? That will happen again. Breathe.”

14. This too will pass.

“That this is only one tiny slice of your life, and that the farther you get away from it the harder it’ll be to remember the details.” – Kate Conway

15. Don’t listen to voices that are not helping you.

“I would say despite the overwhelmingly loud voice in your head, you are a good person. It will pass. I also tell myself that even though it seems terrifying, go outside. If I can’t bare to do it, try again tomorrow. I was crying uncontrollably two weeks ago. This was my inner dialogue.”

16. Give yourself credit for this very moment.

“This worst is over, and look, you’re making it through. Everything will be okay again soon.” – Mandy Velez

17. Don’t be ashamed of your pain.

“It is okay to hurt; there’s no good or bad reason. It’s okay to be really mad at people who guilt trip me to keep me alive. It’s okay to wish they would just say, ‘I want you here. I would survive if something happened to you. It’s not about that. I want you to stay, because I think you’re great, but if you can’t stay, I understand. I’ll love you no matter what.’ And when those well meaning people who are too afraid to say that, don’t, I would say it to myself.”

18. You are worthy, even at your worst.

“I know it is hard to see it now – but you are and will always be more than this moment in time. You are worthy, you are wonderful and you are filled with unlimited potential. Do not let the insecurities of others affect the shining star that you are.” – Brittany Driver

19. Screw stigma.

“Screw the stigma attached to using medication. It does make things better, and screw what other people think about that. I fought against going on anti-depressants for years, in part because I was afraid that they wouldn’t work and I would be out of options, and in part because of all the opinions that other people have about them (they’re no more effective than placebos, it’s what weak people do to avoid normal emotions, you won’t be your authentic self, etc.) Even though it took close to two years to find the right medications and dosage, I now have no doubt that drugs saved my life and I wish I had started sooner.”

20. Treat yourself as you would a dear friend.

“Confide in someone about how you are feeling, and let them help you. It is probably the best thing you could do for the person you know who needs the most sympathetic handling right now: you.” – Frank San Filippo

21. Go outside.

“Keep doing whatever tiny normal things you can do. Eat, even when it’s like chewing cardboard. Go outside and walk around the block, even if you have to go back to bed afterwards. Sleep as close to normal hours as possible, even if it means using medication.”

22. Focus on the things you can change.

“I can think of a very dark time where I felt everything was imploding around me – there was almost no aspect of my life that was going right. I wanted things to feel better, I hated the life I was in and I focused on comparing myself to others and focusing on my failures. And then as a birthday present I got a tattoo that says 'Que Sera, Sera.’ And since then I have developed a lighter mindset, I am more appreciative of what I have, and I try to focus on the things I can change instead of the things I can’t. But if I could tell myself one thing and knew I’d listen… I’d say 'You’ll live. And oh what an amazing life it’s going to be.’” – Liz Black

23.You don’t need to hide.

“Ask for help and let people give it. Mental illness is isolating in part because it feels humiliating. But people who love you don’t need you to hide this part of yourself. And even letting a friend bring you food can be such a relief at times when you’re afraid of the grocery store.”

24. Let it go.

“This feeling is just temporary.” – Claire Lower

25. Know you are in there.

“Other crazy people make better friends. My best friend, who suffers from anxiety/panic disorder, has been the greatest comfort to me through my last two severe depressive episodes, and through my day-to-day struggle to function. Being able to express the things I think to someone who isn’t distressed or repulsed by them is invaluable. I also am able to look at her and know that someone who has these issues is still a worthwhile and lovable person, even at times when I can’t see that about myself. After CBT and different combinations of medications, I’m mostly stable. There are still deeply sh-tty days and weeks, but not months. And once in a while, I get a day where I feel joy and know that myself is still in there and still worth trying to save.”

26. Stop beating up on yourself.

“Really – the self-deprecation you think is protecting you is only making you feel worse. You think you’re just pre-emptively saying the things everyone is thinking, but the only people thinking those things are assholes whose opinions don’t mean anything to anyone who matters. Look in the mirror and like what you see. Like yourself. You’re unique and so long as there is just one of you out there, you might as well have some fun, stop hating yourself and embrace the light.” – Allan Mott

27. Find solace in humor.

“Being alone is hard. Sometimes it feels like more than you can handle. But any time you feel lonely or ashamed, a bit of wit restores your control. This cleverness is more than solace; it is strength. So don’t despair. You will be better for it. You will be loved.”

28. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this moment.

“I still ask myself and family and friends on sh-tty days, 'Will this matter in ten years? Will I remember this? Will it be a blip on the huge radar screen of my life? Will this be an anecdote or one of those things I only half remember because it was so insignificant even though it feels like EVERYTHING now?’ Because in most cases the answer is that it won’t matter, it is insignificant in the grand scheme of your life and a minor plot device in the movie of your life that doesn’t affect the arc of the story in any important way. Okay some days your grandma dies, those days suck. But the things you think are awful and unimaginably insurmountable? They’re not, they’re just happening this moment. One of my teachers had a mantra to say during times I felt panic or anxiety, 'There is absolutely nothing wrong with this moment.’ He would say to just repeat it. Even if it felt untrue. And like mantras do, at some point, the sounds become the truth. It may sound like a platitude but it works for me.”

29. Just keep going, and look to art to show you how.

“God speaks to each of us as he makes us,

then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,

go to the limits of your longing.

Embody me.

Flare up like a flame

and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.

You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.” – Rainer Maria Rilke (via Hannah Johnson)

30. You don’t want to miss what’s going to happen next.

“Ride it out. The story’s not over. You don’t want to miss what’s going to happen next.” – Elizabeth Nelson

This is not mine @randomslasher left this in my ask box, so the credit goes all to them. Also that kinda sounded like Logan Sanders was talking to me. Thank you btw.