#y’all can reblog i wont stop you

[canvas-the-florist]

being depressed and taking care of other creatures is really difficult

[sunlightfeeling]

gonna maybe be away for a lil bit (I say maybe because it really depends on my brain’s temperment)

currently fighting some darkness atm that won’t fucking stop (I’m okay, though, I swear, but its been all fucking day and I need to sleep and I can’t because thoughts)

leave a message after the beep

[cosmicanger]

I’ve noticed a lot of fashion/art/etc blogs with a specific “aesthetic” post Palestinian quotes, art, photos and so on to fit the theme of their little blog……. and then move on from the ongoing genocide the next few days. Like they’re posting just for people to notice, not even reblogging posts with ACTUAL info, actual links for donations and boycotting and so on. Like it’s all for show. And then they get to move on. At that point, just dont post anything at all?..

(received 3 nov 2023)

yea all of the platformed Black folks and nonblacks in general who are too scared to say they fight for Palestinian liberation and didn’t make any post about the genocide until around October 18–20 can fuck off forever. Black people tried to warn y’all that neoliberalism was gonna defang the movement and a lot of people on tumblr are going to virtue signaling AT BEST and no one listened. but these the same people who stopped masking w n95 or better because Genocide Joe and CDC said it was “safe” and the pandemic is “over.” These are the same people who cant take a basic hot take on antiBlackness and identity politics online, These the same people that don’t know about de-arresting, kettling or productive, disruptive nonviolent action; all they know is aimless marches and clout chasing through “empathy.” “You can see who is being silent or neutral to maintain their resource & clout, who will sustain or even gain clout for being vocal right (they know they will never say, lose their job or get arrested for being vocal or who would have a low bail; there are Black people who still in jail for 2014 actions…). You can see who is being vocal because they have nothing to lose or they risk their livelihoods because they earnestly care about the violence oppressed and marginalized people go through globally.” Not saying everyone being vocal is full of shit but most don’t have range to connect all the violence in the world together. “trust it’s free palestine forever but a lot of these accounts dedicating their time to palestine don’t have any political framework that includes ALL freedom movements and a lot of them are antiblack and that is just… not doing the work. we need to see systems and movements as connected. u can’t say free palestine and then try to silence black people when they bring up the way the free palestine movement is entangled with our struggles. u can’t say free palestine and then ignore what’s happening in the congo. u can’t say free palestine then harass a black trans woman. if ur not condemning ALL genocide then wtf is the point.” “it's kinda funny how none of y'all will make the connection between how you regard black people online with malice and instantaneous bad faith and why the genocides being carried out against black people are comparatively neglected in people's thought and action. it's kinda funny how none of y'all will make the connection between how you regard black people online with malice and instantaneous bad faith and why the genocides being carried out against black people are comparatively neglected in people's thought and action.” The only people I believe when they are vocal about Palestine are Palestinians in the region facing genocide and ethnic cleansing and the people who arent Palestinians were vocal about violence around the world before Oct 7th, didn’t wait a week to condemn Israel’s genocidal govt until it was “safe” to do so later into October and who still mask w n95 or better; the rest are virtue signaling to me. not lost on me that most of these nonviolent actions have been maskless and excluded disabled people but the few actual disruptive nonviolent actions have been the most masked with the least amount of people. most people making noise rn aint about that life and like you said should stfu and stop posting but they wont so

[missjackil]

🎉🎈Winchester 8th Anniversary Celebration Info!!💕💖

Hey Y’all! I am so happy I got such a HUGE response from people who would like to be part of this!! 

On 8/23/21 everyone who loves Sam and Dean’s on screen “marriage” is invited to attend this 8 day celebration!! 8x23 Sacrifice is commonly referred to as the Winchester Wedding, when they committed to each other in a Church in front of a witness (Crowley) and the brother’s dynamic changed from there. 

This wont be strictly Wincest, we will celebrate their canon relationship too, so if Wincest isn’t quite your jam, you wont be left out! I will simply ask that any sexual posts, use appropriate tags in addition to the event tag #Mr & Mr Winchester 8th. More info and Q&A under the cut....

This event will focus on Sam and Dean’s late seasons (s8 and up) relationship when they actually lived like a married couple. I have often said they are each others spouces in every important way. They choose to live together, share responsibilities, share chores and finances, cook for each other, confide in each other, they co-parent Jack, they’ve stopped leaving each other (after s10) depend on each other for everything and above all, love each other so deeply even death can’t separate them (Death tried to and Dean killed him lol) For better or worse, sickness and health, poverty or wealth, good times and bad, they stick together. They are canon soulmates! 

Q&A

Who is invited to this event?

Anyone who loves the Winchesters and wants to celebrate their epic bromance!

Why 8/28 and not the date Sacrifice aired?

Sacrifice aired in May 2013 and is a great date but it seems a little too soon for all you creative geniuses to write/draw/paint or whatever you do, to create something special. Also, it’s the 8th anniversary, of season 8 so having it in the 8th month for 8 days sounds good!

I’m not very creative, how can I contribute?

Don’t worry, there will be a list of ways to contribute. Even if you don’t contribute anything, you can enjoy the creations and festivities and maybe reblog your favorites!

The event will begin on Aug 23rd and last 8 days. Gifts you can bring are:

Original fics, drabbles and ficlets focused during Season 8 and beyond. (no weecest or underage romance at all please)

Original art work or manips

“What Wincest means to me”

Songs that remind you of Sam and Dean

Your favorite “married” moments

Your favorite late season episodes

Personal headcanons about their married life

“Pot Luck Dinner” Bring a dish and explain why you chose it.

Headcanons or Fic about Sam and Dean’s life between 15x19 and 15x20

Recommend your favorite late season domestic fic

Sam and Dean will share an anniversary dance. Post a youtube of the song you pick for them

Pick any other Supernatural character and share what they would tell Sam and Dean on their anniversary

You can do as many or as few as you want and even give me suggestions for what you would like to see. Stay tuned for updates and reminders!! I can’t wait!

[wrenhyperfixates]

Of All the Places

Epilogue

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: Loki reflects on his new life with you. Chapter Warnings: straight fluff peeps A/N: Here it is, the very end of the story! The last chapter posted a few moments ago, so make sure to check that out before this. To everyone who’s taken the time to read, comment, like, reblog, theorize, or talk to me about this story at all, I’m honestly honored. It’s been a wild ride and, seriously, y’all are the best! Well, I hope you enjoy! Happy reading friends :)

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Disclaimer: Gif not mine

“Loki? When is mommy coming home?” Matt asked the god whose lap he was currently sitting on.

“Any second now, little one. Do not fret,” he replied with a smile.

Months after the Battle of Oklahoma City, Loki was happily living with you and your family once again. It took a considerable amount of convincing to get Director Fury to agree, but eventually he did. Even worse was having to talk Odin into the arrangement. Did it hurt to be exiled from his childhood home? Of course, but Frigga came down to Midgard to visit when she could. And being banished to go live with his beloved wasn’t so bad, either. Still, Odin had thought that it was a fitting punishment for him to have to spend his days among the mortals he once intended to conquer.

Thor was his brother’s biggest advocate, somewhat surprisingly, and Loki would be forever grateful. While Loki hadn’t actually been there for the negotiations, supposedly Thor fought every charge brought against him with impressive intelligence and eloquence. Loki was pretty sure he was exaggerating as he was so wont to do, but who knows? The world is full of surprises, after all.

Speaking of surprises, your family just had a huge one. Ana had given birth to twins! She and John had been prepared for that, but they hadn’t told the rest of you. Loki would forever remember the way your face lit up when you heard the news. Your smile was, well, there was no other way to describe it than angelic. And the look you’d given him when he held one of the newborns completely melted his heart. Now you were all waiting for John to drive his wife and two new kids home from the hospital. As far as Loki was concerned, life was perfect. Well, almost.

Thanos was still out there, which did cause some concern for the trickster god. But Thor was looking for him right at the very moment, so Loki would have to put his trust in his brother. Once he found that evil Titan, though, Loki would be first in line to join the troops in the battle against him. Even help lead them, perhaps. Thanos’s very existence was a threat to you and your family, which Loki held so dear. He’d stop at nothing to thwart the villain.

Ah yes, villainy. A concept Loki had struggled with for so long. Was he one or just the victim of bad circumstances? According to you, who Loki was inclined to believe, he was a hero. Once he’d told you the whole truth, you were quick to reassure him it was not his fault. Did he plot against his brother and father to take the throne of Asgard? Well, yes, that he was guilty of, but even then his motives were understandable. It did help ease his guilt, but that feeling would gnaw at his heart every now and again. Whenever it did, though, you made sure to pepper his face with kisses, hug him close, and tell him he’d saved Midgard. That he saved you. That he was a hero.  

“Hey, handsome,” you greeted sitting down next to him. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, my darling. Just thinking, is all.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Oh, I am just thinking about life. It is a beautiful thing, I realize now,” he said, taking your hand to place a kiss to it. “And thanking the Norns that I am luckiest man alive.”

You’d made it very clear to Denzel that you did not want to be with him anymore. Once you and Loki were officially together, he did back off. It was somewhat reluctant, but he did it nonetheless. And he even managed to be pleasant and friendly when you and Loki ran into him in town. But the bottom line is, there was no one trying to come between you and your prince anymore.

“And why is that?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Because I somehow won your heart.”

“Loki,” you gushed. “You have to stop taking all of these cliches or there will be none left for me! But still, thanks, my knight in shining armor.”

“See, there are plenty for you! But as you wish, my love,” he laughed. “I will just have to write you poems and serenades instead.”

You got very flustered at that. He had sung for you once, as promised, and his voice was even more beautiful than you had imagined. The thought of him singing something of his own creation made you swoon, especially if it was written for you. You poked him for laughing at your embarrassment, but before you could tease him back, the front door opened.

“Mommy!” Matt cheered, pulling himself away from the TV show he was immersed in. “Daddy! Did you bring the babies?”

“Yes, small fry,” John laughed. “We brought your new brother and sister.”

“Yay! I wanna see! I wanna see!”

Ana went to sit on the couch with her daughter, and John followed with their two sons. Matt’s new younger siblings laughed as he waved to them. It made the four-year-old smile.

“This is your little sister, Scarlett,” Ana told Matt. “And your little brother. James.”

You teared up a little hearing that. You’d already been told, of course, that they named him after your brother, but it still made you emotional. Loki pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. He looked at the happy family and let himself imagine having a family with you for a second. He’d been thinking about it a lot recently, and he realized he wanted to adopt. It was ironic, sure, given his own history. Then again, maybe it made perfect sense. He wanted to be able to give some kid what he hadn’t. Maybe he couldn’t change what happened to him, but he could stop it from happening again. Either way, he would wait until Thanos has been dealt with. After all, he didn’t want the child to be in any danger.

Mama and Papa came out of the kitchen carrying a cake, which Loki was very happy to say he had helped baked. Helped Mama bake it, as a matter of fact. Things were still tense, to say the very least, when he’d first come back to the farm. They were still working on it a little even now, but it was better overall. She was certainly more accepting and picked fewer fights. Mama was happier now, too, something that seemed to take a weight off your shoulders.

Ana made a joke about how she should be trying to get her figure back, but still happily accepted a slice. Your family stayed there until that evening, talking, laughing. The babies were surprisingly quiet, and Loki slowly rocked Scarlett back and forth as she slept, his ability to be nurturing still somewhat shocking him. James was in your arms, and you looked at your nephew with hope in your eyes. After such a dark time, the future was looking bright indeed.

“My darling,” Loki said later that night as you were sitting together on the porch, enjoying each other’s company. “I want to thank you.”

“Oh? What for?” you asked, snuggling close to him.

“For showing me another way. For helping me move on. For accepting me. For everything you’ve ever done. For loving me. All of it. You, my little mortal, are my angel, my savior, my whole heart. And for saving me from myself, I thank you.”

“Oh, Loki. You don’t have to thank me for that. Believe me, it is my pleasure. You’ve saved me so much, too. But you’re right, I do love you, and I always will.”

He whispered your name against your lips in the seconds before he kissed you. Just like every one before and every one after, it was perfect. A promise of love and loyalty. Of trust. It was everything he had ever wanted. You were everything he needed.

Of all the places in the universe the Tesseract could have taken him, it made sense that it chose here. With you, Loki knew he was safe. He knew he was home.

[crossovereddie]

Thoughts on 11x06

I had to come back to type this after the episode. I was gonna wait to post until more people are active but everyone’s safety is more important than notes. This was really hard for me to watch. It took me two hours because I kept needing a break. It’s a tough one yall. It’s heartbreaking and really brought out issues I didn’t know I was still dealing with until I reacted so badly to some stuff. Take care of yourselves and I’m here if you need to talk. I’ll have timestamps for major tws in another post coming right after this. I just gotta go back and get the end of those scenes. I only go the time they started.

Okay. So. There’s some trigger warnings that I’ve reblogged earlier. This recap WILL have thoughts about those triggers. If you think you’ll be triggered just message me or send me an ask and I’ll give you the non triggering recap. Stay safe please.

Kev and v intro. They’re having sex behind the bar

I’m extremely nervous for some reason I might not be able to get through this

Bike heist!!

LICKEY RIGHTS

LIP CALLS HIM MICK

MISSION IMPISSIBLE

Mickey is unimpressed

Lip telling Mickey what to do yes please

Fucking Mickey omg

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

THE WAY HE SAYS BRAD

Again Mickey is unimpressed

Lip :(

MICKEY CONCERNED ABOUT LIPS SOBRIETY

AGAIN I SAY LICKEY RIGHTS

Frank is falling the chick he’s boning Monica

Not sure that’s her real name

Wait yeah it is

Frank??? Has to get to work???

Wait her name isn’t Monica

Oh shut now I get what’s happening

“Can I speak to Pope Francis please” LIAM 😭

Poor baby

Lip cooking breakfast. Hot.

I forgot about camis baby

I actually beep bad for lip and Tami

We already heard this argument with Mickey and Ian get new material writers

PRODIGAL THEIF

PINK BOX HES SO CUTE

HE LOOKS SO CUTE GOTTA SQUEEZE HIM PLS

Yeah don’t tell Carl that traitor

MICKEY BROUGHT DONUTS PLS

HES SO CUTE

ITS TOO MUCH

I LOVE HIM

HIS SMILE!!!!!!!!

GALLAGHER YOUTH

THAT MEANS MICKEY TOO BYE

CARL CALLING HIM MICK TOO PLS

I CANT TAKE IT

Poor Liam he’s terrified

“I was hoping the fucker would just die” :(

Shut up Debbie

Mickey is beautiful

Leave Mickey out of it debbie goddamn

I cant fucking stand her

Frank just observing his kids and smiling

Same frank

SHUT UP DEBBIE

OH MY GOD HIS LAUGH IS THIS WHAT YOU HEAR WHEN YOU FIRST GET TO HEAVEN????

“And the smartest” lol

Someone save Liam

“I want Sandy”

We all do kid

Fucking manipulative little I CANT STAND DEBBIE

Sandy deserves better

I hate the Milkovichs!!!!

How did smart sensitive sweet beautiful loving Mickey come from this disgusting family????

MICKEY IS THE BOSS

My heart hurts so him

“Homo sexy” dear god

Mickey is too good he deserves so much better

I love him so much

Let him be happy

Mickey has the biggest heart

They’re actually talking and not fighting

CHAPO STFU

You’re so funny and smart and beautiful don’t forget that baby

SUGAR TITS

And no one is fazed lmao

“He’s actually my uncle and my dad” I fucking hate this show

I forgot Carl makes legit money now

Wtf kinda school is this

This is so fucked up

The twins are so adorable

SHUT UP DEBBIE

“You guys” I hate that but also she’s acknowledging Mickey as “hers” and he’s family :(

Okay this horrifying comment

I hate that it’s just nonchalant

Debbie just keeps talking.

Let’s move on

Mickeys face when she says “butt naked”lmao

LIP CALLING HIM MICK AGAIN

“Talk to you for a minute?”

“Yes. Please”

I LOVE IT

Mickey is unimpressed by lip once again and I’m smiling

They love each other they’re secretly best friends ITS A FACT

HAND SHAKE SO CUTE

MY BABIES

“Blue like my balls” fucking frank lol

They’re going in on Frank’s storyline now

Boss Mickey at it again

Terry’s home

The way his face falls im sick

SANDY BABY

My heart is racing

Mickeys face is breaking my heart

Great now I’m crying

Mickey got emotional

Ian sensed it and touched his neck all fucking sweet

Okay I had to take a little break because I started crying

I love him too much

Fucking Noel is so damn good

My heart is fucking breaking

“Frank’s not a homophobic psychopath who tortured you for years”

Please Mickey deserves better

I don’t wanna hear any Ian slander either.

In this house we protect my son and my son in law I will fight you

“Let’s get the fuck outta here. Lip you coming?” 😭

That was so hard to watch yall. I’m not gonna lie to you. My parents weren’t half as shitty as terry but growing up feeling unloved your whole life fucks you up anyway and that brought out some emotions and feelings I didn’t realize I still dealt with. I had to pause for a good while and cry.

Leave Sandy alone debbie

Terry is disgusting

Okay the homophobic language he uses is definitely triggering so I’ll time stamp that too

Debbie you selfish bitch

Everyone leaving terry outside it’s a yes from me

I honestly can’t concentrate on the other scenes now I’m sorry y’all

I try to cover everyone’s scenes but it’s hard for me today

I’m not okay

Liam is too innocent poor kid

MICKEY LIP AND IAN THE BEST TRIO

We need more scenes

I PAUSED TO TYPE AND THE FUCKING LOOK HES GIVING HIM STOP

They’re besties

Mickey is beautiful

MY BABY BUSINESS BOSS MAN I LOVE YOU

he really hasn’t called him Philip the entire episode wtf

Ignoring Debbie

Now I want fries

Carl is cringy

Mickey drove them home and pulled a gun

Honestly again another heartbreaking scene

Ian’s trying to make him stop

Terry is disgusting and also a coward but we’ve been knew

Noel is the most amazing

Mickey gets teary but doesn’t cry bc I cried enough for the both of us

He’s the strongest bravest ever and I’m so proud of him

I need a hug

My heart hurts so much y’all

I just want him to be happy

I’m a fucking mess

I can’t handle Lip being emotional too

Oh I thought lip wanted to sell the house for himself only but at least they all get their share

Horrible music choice

I wanna tuck Mickey in with his favorite tv show on(911) make him his favorite food to eat in bed and not let anyone but Ian around him for a good 72 hours

The way Ian is looking at him

“Would you take care of me if I was paralyzed?”

“....yeah. Yeah”

“Top you whenever I wanted” “asshole”

His smile is back that’s all I need in life

MICKEY IS TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD

RIP DOWN THAT FLAG YES BABY

“That was big of you” “he’s an asshole...I wanna be better than that”

WHEN I TELL YALL I LOST IT I MEAN FULL ON SOBBING

YOURE ALREADY A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER THAN THAT PIECE OF SHIT

YOURE SO KIND AND BRAVE AND BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT

Ian’s like “back of the head? Gotta grab and hold my boy”

“You are so much better than that” IAN MY SWEET SON IN LAW I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR LOVING OUR BOY SO WELL

IAN IS THE MOST SUPPORTIVE HUSBAND

V spitting truth

I want terry to fucking suffer

Don’t do it frank

“Nah” LMAO

Frank loves his son in law

Sandy I love you

I need to hold her

No debbie I LOVE HER

NO SANDY LOVE ME INSTEAD

DEBBIE DOESNT DESERVE YOU

Carl scene was so awful I feel so bad for him this girl is a fucking psycho

That was an actual rape scene what the fuck

Mickey making frank laugh

Debbie explaining? Really?

I hate her

“How long is this gonna take? I’m fucking starving Lip” WHY WONT YOU CALL HIM PHILIP

“We could get on with our lives” well that hurt more than it should’ve

It’s really the end soon huh? 😢

According to captions Ian says “we’re in”

Frank reads his diagnosis

Carl goes to report his rape

That took me nearly two hours to watch. Yeah I usually pause to type but I had to take long breaks after the hard scenes. It was a really hard episode to watch. A lot darker than it has been. I’m not really okay right now. It was emotional but a really good episode overall.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

sometime in this last week, or this week coming, my blog has turned/turns 10. god. a decade old. a whole ass chunk of my life i’ve spent on this hellsite. when i began on here, i was a kid. a lost, lonely, depressed and anxious 15/16 year old kid. a kid scared of her future. a kid confused about her future. what to do for uni. to change schools or not??? to do drama/acting at uni or english/philosophy or to move 8hrs away to another regional uni to “escape” her “washed up, dead end hometown” that was so typical of all the pop-punk music that she was listening to at the time.

she was a tad overdramatic, loud, “funny” (as described by her school friends) and terribly forgetful in regards to homework and school assignments. she was angry at the world, most especially the catholic school she was fucking sick and tired of attending. but she was convinced that since she was the so-called “funny girl”, that she simply couldn’t be depressed or anxious. she believed herself unloveable because she didn’t look like a weird mixture of hayley williams and emo-pop queen lights. but now, i no longer believe that i have to look like the women that i looked up to in the ~emo scene~. fuck beauty standards. i am loveable.

in the years since joining tumblr, i’ve managed to get through business college, my undergrad degree and, well, failed out of postgrad due to obvious burnout and health issues amongst other things. although i’ve lost many friends irl and many followers/mutuals online on here. for those who’ve stuck around to see me get through all of this, thank you. to all the friends/casual mutuals that have since deactivated or only followed me for a short time then unfollowed; thank you.

like obviously i was never/have never been a massive popular blog on here, like thebootydiaries or vampireapologist (who has since deactivated a couple of months ago) with tens of thousands of followers. my follower count is still close to the 8,000 range at 7,892. obviously that’s still a lot of people (and of course, porn bots lmao and many, many non-active blogs), enough like one super old post from like 2012 tumblr pointed out, enough for a small to medium sized city or town, or something like that. i don’t know how many people i’ve really reached. i really don’t know how i actually amassed this small army of people.

i am aware though, that on other platforms like snapchat (lmao does anyone even use it anymore in 2021???)/instagram/youtube/tiktok etc, i’d PROBABLY be considered as some type of ~micro influencer (🤮🤮)~. hell, i actually had a bot slide into my notes about being one on here on this hellsite back in 2019. i don’t know if i’ve ever actually ~influenced~ anyone on here with my shitposts (when i started making some) or my personal posts. i don’t know my reach. even though, now, i do occasionally get featured on buzzfeed listicles (although pay me buzzfeed along with the OPs of those original embedded posts), i still don’t know how many people i’ve reached… and even with my very occasional checks of google analytics lmao. on top of this, grappling with the loss of followers at times is much, much easier than it was when i began on here and the first few years following that. i know that my follower count doesn’t determine my worth and stuff.

but over these 10 years, i have grown. i turn 26 this year. back in 2011, 15/16yo me never thought she’d be here. she was partially down the suicidal thoughts hole, with things about ~picturing her funeral and wondering who’d bother to turn up. if only she could pretend to be dead for a day to see who’d give a fuck~ and 16-18yo me was defs down it with her HSC hellscape thoughts in 2012/2013. that 3rd floor tafe/tech women’s bathroom window drop and the thought of scarring her class for life (and that cool dude from catholic school that she crushed on who ended up at tafe with her) with jumping out of it onto the concrete below. instead, she just posted on fb about ~being a failure~ etc which ultimately did lose her a bunch of facebook friends lmao. it was practically the same thing. her mental breakdown after the end of her hsc, where she let her earrings go green and get infected in her ears because “fuck self care, bc what the fuck is it??? i’ll never get better! let me fucking wallow in my self loathing bc it’s the only thing that i’m fucking good at!!!” so i no longer have my ears pierced. oh! it was just all too fucking much!!

i am happier today. i no longer have those semi-suicidal thoughts. hell, i almost died in 2020 from a fucking bowel aneurysm, after my stomach tumour excision surgery. that forced me to put things into perspective. i appreciate the little things . i appreciate the very few friends that i actually have. yes. i’m still depressed and anxious. some days are still shitty and hard. but nowhere as hard and shitty as they were back when i began on here 10 years ago.

how the fuck last 10 years have gone past, with my ass on here; clearing out my blog and caring more about doing that than my uni work (lmao whoops); having made some lifelong friends both internationally (from the US) and long distance domestically in australia, it’s been a long ride; i honestly have no fucking idea. obviously over these past 10 years, i’ve debated with myself over and over and over again whether i should delete/deactivate this account or not. would it make me healthier??? more than likely. but then when i have meltdowns or just inner ramblings i have to get out somewhere, where else to post??? on fb?? obvs not. it’s “attention seeking” or the like on there. no one will read them. no one will resonate. but on here??? even if i got/get one “like” in the notes or one “yo i feel this” response in the tags or replies, it feels like i’ve reached someone??? okay yeah. i know this place IS NOT therapy and i’m not using my followers as amateur (or probs even actual professional) armchair psychologists…. which is a thing i think people need to stop doing internet-wide: but that’s a whole other post that i reblogged a few days ago lmao. i really need to get another therapist, actually lmao.

but it’s the community i’ve found hard to leave. i have what feel like friends, when i’ve never been employed (still as of yet); and when all of my irl friends/acquaintances are working and doing the whole ~adulting~ and ~grown up life~ thing right. it’s also the frenzied rabidness of spite with hating staff’s godawful ideas. the memes. oh the memes. and also the RaWrInG 20s XD emo scene reemergence on here that’s kept me here. the messy petty drama from time to time of big blogs fighting it out.

this place really is bizarre and fun sometimes. and also the fact that i can still hide behind the ridiculous “roaring pikachu” URL that i made all those years ago. i am anonymous. it’s freeing. but on fb it’s all like “WHY WONT YOU ADD A BANNER IMAGE AND TELL US 20 FUN FACTS ABOUT YOU!!!!!???? LET PEOPLE WHO HAVENT SPOKEN TO YOU IN 10 YEARS KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BECAUSE WE’RE ALL FRIENDS HERE!!!” and the same goes for Corporate Hellscape Facebook™️ (linkedin) but in the professional sense instead. y’all know fuck all about me really. besides my posts. and i love that and live for that. okay yeah. y’all know more about my mental health than my fb feed obvs… which is probably a terribly unfortunate thing. but still.

over the last 10 years then, my superiority complex for being ~so original and intelligent~ or whatever the fuck i had in high school, has all but ebbed away. i’m not that smart just because i went to uni. hell, i literally did NONE of my in-class work and none of my philosophy readings in uni….. so i have fuck all idea of how i got through undergrad like that lmao. i’m not original when so many people can articulate the same thoughts that i have, but like, sometimes better, on a post (even though sometimes/most of the time the Tumblr User Hot Takes Tuesday™️ takes on here are fucking awful lmao). but still. originality is not something i really have anymore. or really had in the first place lmao.

so will i deactivate after these 10 years, like i’ve been saying for so, so long??? i honestly have no idea. but just know. thanks guise. have a nice gpoy selfie day XD. grab your wands. your tardises. grab your war paint. grab your whatever the fuck other fandom specific stuff that was one that hella cringe post from 2011 til 2015 random tumblr. that relic is as old as time itself. just as this mysterious roaring pikachu is for someone whose too loyal to leave this W E B B E D H E L L S I T E that’s just as much of a train wreck as she is. lmao.

[offbrandmercyplates]

Like. I get that people are uncomfortable with grief and loss and mourning. You dont know what to say, you dont know how to act. You dont want to alienate them but you want to be sensitive because theyre struggling. I get that! I’ve been there.

But y’all dont need to say “the right thing”. There IS no right thing. Ever. Nothing will make someone stop grieving or mourning or being sad that they lost someone.

And THATS OKAY.

It isn’t your responsibility to cheer them up or make them feel better or make them see the bright side of things. If you want to send a funny video or offer condolences? Thats great! But you don’t have to.

Grief is a process. It can be ugly and beautiful and awkward and sweet and horrible and all of those things at once. It IS all of those things. The whole point is to feel things, process them, and get through it. Surpressing or discouraging them is not healthy.

The best you can do for someone you’re close to in that position is to be there for them, listen to them, or leave them alone. Sometimes you don’t know which one is the best thing to do, and thats okay! Be compassionate and listen. Pay attention to their needs to the best of your ability and listen to what they say.

For me, I appreciate all of what everyone has said so far. You’ve offered prayers and thoughts and condolences and you’ve just been really sweet.

I’m thankful for this medium because it means I can think before I reply to something. However, if I take something the wrong way and I say something harsh or unkind, please don’t take it personally. I will directly apologize and delete the post if it comes to that. It will never be my intention to make someone feel bad for trying to help.

Posts like these will probably get kind of long and rambly...so its probably best to block the “beemourns” and/or “beevents” tag if that bothers you. You can always view the posts manually if you want to read them, but they wont clog up your dash.

If there’s anything else I think of to add to this train of thought I’ll reblog and add it there.

-Bee

[cha-lyn]

Milk & Eggs - Five

Farmer!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1250ish

Summary: Small Town /Farmer Bucky AU // Reader leaves the city to go live with her grandma. She meets an attractive farmer and, no, they don’t hit it off.

Warnings: some cussin’, angst , Mild violence, Bucky avoiding his feelings

A/N:  Y’all ready to hate Spencer some more? No? Too bad. 

if ya like it, give it a reblog/like/comment.

Master List // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter 

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“Spencer.” 

Spencer crossed his arms as he perched on a barstool. “Hey baby.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You’d never imagined that Spencer would come here. 

He put his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, whoa. I came to apologize. I miss you, Y/N.”

“Tough shit. You need to leave,” you grab your phone out of your apron. 

“Can’t we talk? Come on, baby. You’re gonna let three years go down the drain because of one mistake?”

You scoff. “You fucked my best friend. In my house. It wasn’t a mistake.” You square your shoulders, “You need to leave.”

“No, I need you, Y/N. And I know you hate it out here in the sticks! You love the city, Y/N. Come back with me.” Spencer puts his hands on the counter. His jaw clenched as he smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. He was upset. You open a text to Bucky. “Who are you texting?”

“Not your business.” 

You: Its Y/N.  I know you’re mad at me but my ex is here. He wont leave. Idk what to do.

“Texting that rebound of yours?” Spencer leans over the counter towards you. 

Bucky replies in seconds:  2 min away

“Yes and if you don’t want to meet him you should leave.”

“You really think I’m going to let you get away with just up and leaving me?” Spencer crosses his arms and smirks at you. “No way. That’s not how love works, baby.”

“I don’t love you anymore. And I’m not your baby, Spencer. Please just go.”

The bell dings and you sigh when Bucky walks in.

“Ohhhh, it must be the boyfriend! Finally.” Spencer snarls before he turns around. Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off of Spencer. “Wow. He’s a regular ol’ hick isn’t he?” 

“Shut up, Spencer,” you warn.

“Nah, it’s fine, doll. Let him talk. Just empty words.” Finally, Bucky looks at you. 

“Doll. What are you 60, dude? Is this guy serious, Y/N? C’mon babe, let’s-” 

Bucky took a step closer. “She asked you to leave. If you continue to refuse to do so, I will drag your ass out of here and then out of town.”  

Spencer put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m outta here.” He walked toward the door, forcefully bumping Bucky with his shoulder. You saw Bucky’s jaw clench, but he doesn’t react to it.

Finally, Bucky looks your way. You okay? he mouthed to you. You nod. 

“Actually…” Spencer started. Bucky turned around to face him but was caught above his left eye with Spencer’s right hook. 

“Big mistake, asshole.” Bucky punched him back, sending him to the floor. Spencer pulled himself up, bringing his fists up, too. “You need to turn around and walk out before you leave on a stretcher.”

Oh fuck, fuck, you think. You dial the police station number, seeing the situation escalate. 

Spencer spat, before sending another punch. But this time Bucky was ready and he dodged it. Spencer was quick though, and sent another punch catching Bucky’s jaw. Bucky growled and shoved him, knocking over a table and shattering the vase on it. 

It felt like years, but it was seconds and the sheriff was there, breaking them up. They cuff Spencer and take him across the street. You and Bucky give your statements, but the officers say it’s pretty cut and dry. You sit on the bar stool, head in your hands, right on the verge of crying. 

“Sorry for bothering you. Should’ve just called the sheriff right off the bat.”

“It’s not a bother, Y/N. I--I hate that you felt threatened,” his voice was strained.

You look up at him, the blood over his eye has stopped flowing, but it was already bruising. “Shit. Stay right here.” You fill up a bag with ice, wrap it in a dish towel and put it on Bucky’s eye. “Hold that there. I’ll go get the first aid kit.” He does so as you go to the back to get the kit. You come back and move the ice off his eye. You wipe down the cut, clean off the blood. “This might sting,” you murmur as he watches you tend to his face. You clean the cut, treat it and cover it with a bandage. “All done.”

“Thanks, slick,” he smiles a little. “Hey about last night-” He sighs. “I had a good time,” You scoff. “Really, I did. I just--” he sniffs “-is something burning?”

You jump up, causing the chair to topple over. You run to the oven to see two dozen burnt pastries. “Fuck. FUCK!” To add to it all, you stub your toe the wall. “Ouch. Damn it.” After you turn the oven off, you sink down the wall and all the emotions of the last 24 hours catch up with you at once. You’re not sure when the tears start to fall, but once they do they don’t want to stop.

You didn’t even notice that he followed you into the kitchen. 

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry.” Bucky sits down next to you, putting his arms around your shaking shoulders. “It’s okay. Shhhh. S’okay, doll.” He held you until you stopped crying. When you looked up at him he wiped your tears with his thumb. “Now, what are we baking?”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” you say between sniffles.

“C’mon, slick. I need to stay awake to ensure I am concussion free and those seniors cannot go without their pastries tomorrow. Show me your ways,” he pulls you up off the floor.

You smile a little and give in, pulling out the recipes and ingredients for the bakes and Bucky tosses the burnt items in the dumpster out back. You delegate the tasks and Bucky watches what you do and copies it carefully. The two of you work in silence for most of the time, apart from the occasional baking directions.

“So, did you grow up here?” 

“Nope. New York. Joined the Army. Wasn’t a viable career path for me, so I moved out here to the ranch. Never looked back.” 

You nod and neither of you talk much more. When the stuff was finally in the oven, you made sure to set a timer and began the clean up. Bucky helped with that, too. He got to washing dishes and utensils. You went to help him dry. 

“Thanks for helping.”

“It’s the least I could do. Thanks for fixing me up.” He leaned against the sink, looking over at you. “I’m sorry for running out last night, Y/N.”

You felt it was time to address the elephant in the room. “Did last night have something to do with your... scars?” You fold the dish towel with deliberate movements, not daring to look at his face.

“Y/N,” he said coldly. “I’m not talking about that. I just wanted to apologize for upsetting you.”

“Thanks, I guess. But you know you can talk to me if you--”

“I don’t though. I’ve gotta go.” He moved to leave the kitchen, but you stepped in front of him.

“Seriously? You invite yourself over. You kiss me. Then you run away and you come to my rescue but now you won’t actually talk to me?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he looks past you.

“You’re not even giving me the chance to understand, Bucky,” you point out. 

“Just let me go.” 

“Fine.” You move out of his way and he leaves without another look your way. 

- - -

Taglist: 

@notatallfriendly  @booktease21 @thechaoticargonaut  @iamwarrenspeace

[relatablepicturesofyuugi]

yo, it’s reggie/modgoku/modreshef/etc i had too many aliases cause I was afraid of someone finding me from when i was a kid 

I felt like now would be as good a time as any to give an explanation of sorts since I’m on break from classes for a lil bit.

I became a mod to help Megan out when I was 19 and barely been back in school, as well as my home town, after a year away from home. I was bright eyed but still dealing with the side effects of a deep depression and trauma from an experience when I was 18 that I wouldn’t realize had shaken me to my core until years later. Megan had been a friend to me since I was a wee teenager, and we’d bonded over ygo so it felt like a fun thing to do to help her out. 

and it was fun at first. it was something to do when I wasn’t studying or when I should have been studying. It was a distraction during a lonely period where all I did was sit at the library so i didn’t have to go home. 

I won’t go into details, but a lot happened during this period where if it hadn’t been for this distraction, I’m not sure I would’ve been able to make it. There were a couple times I was couch hopping or trying not to hurt myself. At least I had a dumb card game show from the 90′s to make me smile at the end of the day, ya know?

But it wasn’t always fun. It got progressively less a joke and started to feel like a chore going through the activity. It didn’t help that a lot of ygo fans ranged from actively reblogging from known child porn artists to getting way too angry if you didn’t think certain versions of ygo were better than others. I won’t say I’m innocent because there were times where I’d also make fun of pretty much every version of ygo, which can be annoying for people who do genuinely love ygo. Some of them were popular bloggers and it’s some kind of whiplash when someone who’s an adult with 17k followers is vagueposting you and your main gimmick is posting dumb pictures of ygo. 

It got weird, too. A lot of people on here get really angry about...everything and aren’t good at giving anything the benefit of the doubt or trying to understand other perspectives. Which, ok, i can see where that’s ok in certain cases. But why do that with ygo? 

It stopped being fun altogether at a certain point. It sucked because I do love ygo and I love making fun of ygo because I’m the kind of person who makes fun of the things I love. If I can’t laugh at the things around me or myself, then what’s the point? 

I was getting closer to getting my degree, too, and the higher I went with school the more it pulled me out of what was a severe depression. I found myself and reasons to love who I am, and I took pride in the work I did. I was adopted by math and science professors everywhere I went, and it felt pretty good. I found out everyone in my field was a huge dork, so I felt at home. I could make fun of ygo with real people who laughed and didn’t take things so seriously. 

So i threw myself into it, and I fell in love with my field. I came a long way from the scared 19 year old who felt like a failure at life and had pretty much given up hope on myself to becoming a leading figure for coordinating stem events and building up a community college’s tutoring center. I was doing something things that actually started to matter, and I didn’t need to escape from my feelings as much anymore. Ygo internet drama became apparently clear to be a unhealthy coping mechanism that I had out grown.

It was a fun ride, though, all things considered. There were a lot of cool people who I hope get to a better place like I did if they haven’t already.

I’d like to thank some people who I can’t say enough how much I appreciated them for being positive forces (or not necessarily positive forces but I liked what they said and even tho some of them might’ve hated my guts I still think they were p cool) even when I was really going through the ringer, @millenniumpedant, @celepom, @nolifepoints, @heathermason, @leonleonhart, @lesbianmaikujaku and @arcadecryptid, @tomatorunning, @cattys-curiosities, @beeforce, @zombiekaiba, @azhdarcho, and a whole ton of other folks who I hope know who they are (a lot of anons, y’all were fun when you didn’t make it weird). 

Good luck and good bye! 

...not to say that i wont be on the internet, if anyone really wants to keep in touch feel free to send an ask for my personal, but i figured i was liked as a dumb mod on a dumb blog, it’s probably best to think of me that way rather than getting to know me outside of it :p 

[zhernobyl]

some of y’all here on tumblr romantize bad relationships with others and yourself so damn much!!!! for notes or just because.

‘my friends arent even my friends’ THEN STOP BEING FRIENDS and hanging around those people if you feel so bad around them...

‘im worth nothing’ bitch for real...the awful self talk is going to continue to build you bad self esteem until you get even deeper into your depression/addiction, and it will be very difficult to get out. 

Be fucking responsible of your words and actions, leaving bad ‘friends’ ‘lovers’ its not easy, but its better to be alone, than to feel alone. And you deserve to feel happiness not constant sadness because of who you’ve decided to surround yourself with. 

I’ve lived 20+ years of constant bad talking myself to the point of crushing my whole self, i’ve dealt with depression, anxiety, BDD, self harm, susbtance abuse, a fucking abusive relationship, and bad ‘friendships’. I still catch myself talking bad about me from time to time, being the abusive person towards my own self, and to be honest its horrible. And sometimes, sometimes you turn into a horrible person too because you’re full of anger, and sadness, and toxicity that what you do to yourself starts pouring into others. 

Please stop yourself when you can, when you are about to reblog a shitty quote about hating yourself or people hating you, stop dragging those thoughts into your life/mind again. 

I know mental illness can be a bitch, but please be responsable of what you keep perpetuating within yourself. Otherwise there wont be a way out. Im not asking you at this moment to love yourself (because self love is a hard journey) but stop being your worst enemy. 

[meyhew]

You went on a tyrade about what was and wasn't a valid form of gender expression. When several trans people camr to you begging to stop because of how triggering and transphobic it was you called them misinformed and said they had no reading comprehension. You had no compassion or sympathy for them. Then yesterday reblogged a post establishing the same thing more explicitly using queer terms created for self reflection as a fucking law. I can't put into words how transphobic you are.

i know i said i wont address this anymore, but y’all wont let it go. i’m quite positive i’ve blocked you and you’re most likely logging out to send these copy & pasted asks to all of us, which is honestly really sad. anyway. 

we said identity and expression arent the same. that was the one point we were making and anons kept circling around it  

no one begged us to stop. in fact, we’re the ones who asked people to stop and we’re the ones who kept getting asks. we’re the ones still getting asks, despite blocking and ignoring so many. we aren’t the ones hung up on this. 

my trans friends were triggered by what anons said. my trans friends felt less like themselves by what anons said. we apologized for hurting anyone, we showed sympathy bc we didn’t mean to hurt anyone, and in return people repeatedly told us to kill ourselves. funny 

everyone keeps saying gender is unique and subjective and none of us get to dictate it for others, but when my trans friends talked about it through their experience and their interpretation of it, suddenly they’re wrong and cant do that? everything anons said came from their experience, but when my friends did it, suddenly they’re transphobic. i’m talking about the non cis friends 

everyone else can talk about gender and be right but when we do it - and clarify its our opinion - we get called asshole for establishing “a fucking law” but others get a free pass. okay 

i’ve said multiple times if anyone wants to actually discuss this, they can come off anon and try to have a civil, productive conversation. maybe they can change my mind on things. has anyone taken me up on that? no, not a single person. you can hide behind an anonymous mask and call me transphobic all you want, but the difference between me and these people is that i’m open to dialogue. i’m willing to learn more and be more openminded and more understanding, and these people aren’t. i cant put into words how hypocritical that is. i wont be answering any more anons about this, and if i get more of the same, i’ll block. have a nice day. 

[ohkimani]

Why don't you post a selfie for poc fan night

simple/short answer: 

y’all know what i look like. 

just so we’re clear on everything/ long answer: 

over the last few days i have low key rejected myself as a part of the taylor swift fandom, trying to develop a way of being a fan of taylor without being a “taylor fan” simply because i’m tired. in short, the part of the fandom that is recognized by the public is utterly embarrassing so im distancing myself.

 i havent been addressing the happenings of the last few days because none of this is new. as a matter of fact, these are all issues i have been facing myself publicly on instagram back in 2013 when i met taylor the first time and white fans werent happy about it. this disgusting treatment including the launching of slurs and drenching of my inbox in awful messages and names continued years ago when a certain blog took it upon themselves to host an almost 24 hour long drag session following a minor conflict which incited more reason for the ugly animals to come out of the woodwork in my inbox while they continued to assuage them and their ego.

all of these things that have been said in the last couple of days are things i have been saying for years, screaming into the void about and met with push back, dismissal and even people unfollowing simply because they were tired of “getting political”.

i have gotten an obscene amount of messages asking AND telling me to say something about all of this but 1. i am not spokesperson for The Blacks so please dont label me as such because i dont know where that has come from and 2. it’s not my job to reword what’s been posted 80 billion times in the last 48 hours.

with that being said, i dont need your verbal reparations. dont tell me you love me as a poc fan because you feel bad about what your fellow whites have said and done. dont send me your well wishes because you think im hurt by all of these things that, again, are not new to this fandom. not after years of this shit going on, me being open about it throughout that time and hardly ever taken seriously. 

i dont owe you a think piece as a black person. i dont owe you a carefully thought out post as a fan of taylor.  when it gets hard to determine, by posts, who’s feeling the movement and who’s hopping on the bandwagon for the notes and new followers, that’s when some people start to look like the same people who self reblog for taylor’s attention amidst the situation to me. 

so im down with the positivity of selfie night but i dont need you to love me because im black. love me because im a fucking human being too. if you’re really down with the cause dont talk to me about the unfairness in this fandom, hit someone up who doesnt seem to understand another perspective. educate and reach out. dont come to me for brownie points and dont keep reblogging your political statements for notes. know what the fuck you’re doing and what the fuck you’re doing it for. 

and pay attention so i can stop posting the same thing once a week and this wont happen once a month as it has.

thanks.

[amindfulloffanfictions]

The (not so) blind date. Part 2.

So, this is my first fanfic :) I needed to post the 2nd part because i’m so excited with this y’all. Thank you very much for the reblogs and likes! It really warms my heart. <3 (After this im going to sleep cause I’m completely wrecked) 

So, here we have a Sebs’s point of view chapter! 

 I hope that everyone enjoy this. <3

Ps: English is not my first language, so, if you have any corrections about the grammar, or the coherence pretty please send them to me. <3

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Your, and Sebastian’s, love life is going down. Your friends are doing an impressive hard job to help you both keep going. Little did they knew that they were handling your faith with their own hands.

Words: 1.116

PART 1 

Sunday afternoon. (Sebastian POV)

 It’s been a while since he dated anyone. Almost half a year since the bunch of dates Anthony arranged him for. Every one of them went to hell, he had from gold diggers whit a particular interest on his money and his fame, to crazy ladies that just weren’t his type. So, of course, when his friend told him about a certain blind date that he might could have already arranged, his reaction was pretty much negative.

“No.”

“C’mon man! Just once in your life, listen to your magnifiscent friend… Th-that’s me by the way”

“Sorry Mackie, i’ve listened to you pretty much the last one hundred times, and every one of your little list of yours end up being a catastrophe, so i’m done listening to you” Sebastian said, with an angrily tone.

“Hey don’t get mad at me, it’s not my fault that these woman were non compos mentis... Look Stan, i’ve spent the last THREE FUCKING MONTHS looking for this cupid guy. “

“Who the hell is he tho?” Sebastian asked curiosly.

“I don’t know really, some say that he is the most reliable matchmaker in New York.”

“And how did you got his number?”

“I might have mentioned to Rudd’s assistant that you were, well, pretty lonely and he told me about a guy, who met the matchmaker in a gay bar on Singapour; this cupid guy knew this other guy who was in his honey- Wait.” Anthony stopped realising what his friend was not on purposely doing. “don’t make me dodge the subject Sebastian you’re going to this date” Sebastian rolled his eyes so much that could’ve rolled out of his head.

“Wait you arranged me with a guy?” he suddenly felt dizzed for all the – too much – information. He was lost. “I’m not dodging anything tho, you tangled your mind all by yourself buddy”

“No you moron!” Mackie yelled at his friend through his phone

“Sorry my head is a mess right now. I didn’t understand a single thing”

“Well it doesn’t matter now!” Anthony was so done. “the thing is, this match-cupid-maker guy found this girl who’s currently living in New York. And she is happy to have a blind date with you.” Sebastian could hear his friend gasping for air.

“Okay, it’s fine, You know what? I’m so done with this conversation that i’m going to give in and met this woman, just so you can be out of my ass for at least a week” He said, really tired of the subject.

“That’s awesome Stan. That’s wonderful. You don’t know how glad I am to hear that.” Mackie said with an excited tone in his voice

“Yeah yeah” he said, nonchalant.

“I swear to you, my friend, that if this doesn’t go well i’m not bothering you again. BUT i have a feeling that this girl’s gonna steal your heart”

“Oh god I hope you’re right.” Anxiety starting to crawl upon Sebastian’s gut.

“In no time you will be hearing a big ‘I TOLD YOU SO’ from me. Don’t worry”

“Bye Mackie” He ended the call after his friend said goodbye.

‘Oh this is a bad idea’ Sebastian thought to himself. His anxiety growing stronger every time he thought about it. But the true was that Mackie was right. Sebastian was feeling very lonely. Not that he didn’t had love in his life. His family, his friends and his fans… they always supported him no matter what. But the need he was feeling was for something else entirely. Another kind of love. He needed someone to come home to.

His Sunday went on pretty much like always, boring. Trying to avoid the little voice in his head telling him that the date was going to suck, Sebastian looked for some entertainment, that is to say, he spent the rest of the day binge watching Marvel’s movies. Thor’s to be exact.

Monday morning arrived. Sebastian went to Don’s gym around 10 am, worked out a little bit, to clear his mind and hang with his gym buddies. After that he went to the nearest restaurant to get some lunch. As he was waiting for his order, his mind couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways the date could go wrong. That was his anxiety working. He didn’t knew why, it just happen from time to time. One day he was feeling the most confident guy in the world but then his worries about life came fearcefully, kicking him in the nuts. But he knew he had to do it. He knew he had to meet you. At the same time he wandered if you truly wanted to date him, because lets face it, dating a celebrity, dating him, is hard work. And he wasn’t sure if you could handle it. Not only you but every one for that matter. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the blonde barista talking to him.

“You okay down there?” She asked putting down Sebastian’s order in his table.

“Yes, i’m sorry, I was far down in my thoughts”

“I see” she said, sitting on the chair in front of him “so what’s on your mind?”

Sebastian doubted a little about telling this stranger lady his heart acking problems, but something on her face told him that she might have the right word for him to hear “well, i’m having a hard time finding some conviction about something. Y-know, I- I have this date, this blind date to be accurate, and my head keeps spining about going or not. I really don’t know what to do. I – I’m sorry…. Lorna..” Sebastian said looking at her badge “am I saying too much? You shouldn’t care… I´m sorry”

The barista looked at him with a tiny grin on her face. “Don’t worry, it’s not a problem, we actualy are non-titled psicoanalysts” she joked “…sometimes is hard to take on actions… but once you let yourself out of your house it’s easier somehow… just, don’t worry about it too much, i’m sure a good looking face like yours won’t get stood up” Sebastian giggled at Lorna’s subtle flirt.

“Thanks Lorna.” He said with a genuine smile on his face

“Your welcome sir, anytime” she smiled back and left.

The waitress’s words sounded so true in his head, and gave him the confidence boost he needed. The next thing he does is grabb his phone and send a text to Mackie.

“Hey Mack, contact your cupid guy and ask him if she can meet me at Carmine’s Italian, Friday at 8. 😉”

Anthony’s response got to his phone in no time.

“My maaaaan, you wont regret it. 😉”  

The End <3 

@papi-chulo-bucky @fearsynergy @making-chocolate-pudding <3 

[ierogenvy]

about me

i’ve had this blog for four and a half years and im just now getting my shit together and making and about me page… rip

i never thought i’d have to say this but here we go. i do not and will not ever support incest, pedophilia, or any other similar thing. if you disagree with me, please unfollow and block me. do not message me to try to change my mind or to tell me that you personally arent a bad person because you use these unthinkable things to cope with your past.     for the full story, go to https://shpevrythng.tumblr.com/tagged/incest-anon

also: https://belovedfemme.tumblr.com/post/175700387182/oh-by-the-way-pls-dont-follow-if-u-supportlike

why i won’t support fantastic beasts: http://priceforrottenjudgement.tumblr.com/post/167568761185/so-before-any-of-you-even-try-to-defend-depp-bc

hi guys, i’m sarah, i’m 20, and i have a basket ball game tomorrow !! im a lesbian with a scorpio sun and capricorn moon. la croix is delicious and so is pineapple on pizza. u can’t change my mind.

if u don’t wanna see any of my rants bout various topics, just blacklist “dont mind me”

my interests are varied, but mostly i blog about one direction, 5 seconds of summer, memes, It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia (filter/blacklist s13 or s13 spoilers if you want; i’ll tag till the whole season has been on hulu for a month), One Day At A Time, Queer Eye (netflix), and aesthetics. i have side blogs for my other interests out of respect (when i get a new interest it turns into spam,,, then i make a new blog, reblog from myself, then delete the evidence from shpevrythng). they are: @harrysdogfather (harry potter) @harryistherarestpepe (literally a blog about “harry is a frog” memes)  @queliott  (the magicians)  @iamgrandr (les mis) @itsnuwanda (dead poets society) @philipshea (eyewitness) @omgericplease (check please) and @ytbrtrsh (youtube)

i’m gonna start posting about the netflix show the haunting of hill house and i’m gonna tag it “haunting of hill house” for potential spoilers and in case y’all don’t like scary stuff. (i have finished it so all eps are free game but will be tagged so) NOTE: if you need something tagged that i’ve posted in relation to the show (flashing gifs, jumpscares, ghosts, blood etc) PLEASE do not hesitate to let me know !!!! i will always tag anything u need no questions asked !!!

my snacpchat is sarahc.13 - i dont post much but i’ll probably ask to start a streak w u and you’ll get daily pics of my dog so that’s something, right ?

my twitter is shpevrythng - mostly retweets so dont get too exicted. and also i tweeted jenna marbles once and im still getting likes ,,, i love being popular but pls,, stop,, my phone is dying

my spotify is shpevrythng - any and all new music i listen to is going to be there. even if i find something from apple music or youtube, i make sure to update my spotify. (but here’s my apple music too if u want )

you can ask me literally anything, my ask is always open. i give pretty good advice, and im always up for hearing a new pun, so dont be shy !! i also have anonymous turned on, and it remain as such until i get a bad anon.

if something happens and someone becomes problematic (or it’s discovered that they r problematic) pls let me know so i can not talk/post about them anymore, and educate myself before i look dumb.

if you want me to see something, just tag #shpevrythng. i wont see it immediately, bc i only check my tag like once a week; if you want me to see smth asap just PM me or @ me :)

ps. im always up to make friends and if u are nervous about talking to me just know that i’ll be just as nervous to respond. half of my responses to my tumblr friends (and irl friends tbh) are just “dbnuafibja lmao” so dont be worried !!!!

i think that’s it ??

[katherine-rose]

finally doing this tag game after being tagged by @historyofbeautifulsnow! thank you for the tag ^^

I tag anyone who wants to do this because they’re fun lmao

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE SONG(S) TO SING/HUM? oh man see I am literally the Worst so I will sing along to anything thats one (esp the annoying music that plays at work) but as of late I’ve been listening to a lot of Anarbor and Set It Off

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER/TREE/PLANT? hmm well I’m rather fond of my little aloe plant because my friends gave it to me and its the first thing I’ve ever Not Killed lmao. 

FAVOURITE COLOURS? I suck at favourites but navy blue and soft pinks are always good

WHAT DO YOU ALWAYS DOODLE? random abstract doodles are a habit I picked up from my mom, I just draw lots and lots of connecting circles and shapes. Or I draw a triangle, and bisect it, then those triangles, over and over until its too tiny to keep drawing lines

HOW DO YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE/TEA? milk and sugar, creamer if theres no milk but I wont be thrilled about it

FAVOURITE CANDLE SCENT? I really like Pine scents or dark cherry. And my favorite are those wood wick candles that kind of crackle? thats the good shit

SUNRISE OR SUNSET? sunrise. Sunsets mean the day is over and that I’ve probably lost track of time. If I’m up and not rushing to work and have a minute to watch the sunrise, then things are probably going pretty okay

WHAT PERFUME DO YOU WEAR? current spray by my dresser is ‘Beautiful Day’ from B&BW

WHAT’S YOUR GO-TO DANCE MOVE WHEN YOU’RE ALONE? I don’t know what to tell y’all I’m white. I just sort of move around awkwardly and hope no one notices

FAVOURITE QUOTE? I used to keep a long word doc full of quotes I loved but after it passed a hundred pages I stopped. If I reblog cool quotes I usually tag them ‘quotes’ or just ‘words’

FAVOURITE SELF CARE ROUTINE(S)? sleep 

FUZZY SOCKS OR HOUSE SLIPPERS? fuzzy socks for sure. I’m a gross American gremlin who wears my shoes inside though so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR EYES? blue with a greyish tint

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE EYE COLOUR ON OTHERS? all? eyes are really pretty in general, theyre so diverse and unique in their coloring

FAVOURITE SEASON? WHY? I used to think I was a fall bitch but the warm weather has been kicking my depression in the ass and my ideal outfit is tanktops so I’m gonna have to say summer

NECK, CHEEK, OR NOSE KISSES? all of the above

WHAT DOES YOUR HAPPY PLACE LOOK LIKE? filled with friends

FAVOURITE BREED OF DOG? I’m contractually obligated to say bichon frise because my pup is the best pup

DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE MARRIED? working on that one right now! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 

CURSIVE OR PRINT? cursive is fun if its like, fancy script or calligraphy, but I prefer print so people can READ it

FAVOURITE WEATHER? 70′s and sunny with a light breeze if I’m outside, the world’s heaviest and most violent thunderstorm if I’m inside