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Masterlist (kind of)
a/n: I used to write when i was younger but i don’t know if i’m still able to do it, so here goes a bunch of my happy and sad thoughts (mostly sad). Enjoy (or don´t it’s okay if you don’t no worries). I guess i’ll be updating every now and then (i’m a college student so i’m kinda busy)
Dear Anxiety
Surprise
Drama
Masterlist
Haikyuu!!
Jjk
ATLA
My Hero Academia
Masterlist
haikyuu
ATLA
canon: they died
fanfic: fUCK YOU
Canon: and so they never met
Fanfic: here’s a funny story
Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.
Fanfic: Actually,
Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms
Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!
Canon: … and they were roommates.
Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…
Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.
Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened
Canon: They had a coffeeshop
Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS
Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions
Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN
Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best
Canon: They were straight
Fanfic: Lol
THE LAST ONE IS THE BEST ONE
I love fanfic so so so much.
Canon: Am I joke to you?
Fanon: No, just a disappointment.
I wasn’t going to reblog then the last line killed me.
Canon: *exists*
Fanfic: We don’t do that here
The Dragon Prince crew joked that the Avatar continent is across the sea from Xadia so you can’t tell me these interactions will never happen
if you see a grammatical mistake... no you didn’t ❤️
Drama
Warnings: sad/dark thoughts?
a/n: i only write warnings in case someone finds this and tries to read it thinking it’s gonna be some fluffly peter parker fanfiction
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I feel useless, but at the same time i know i’m capable of doing anything.
i feel empty, but at the same time i know i’m filled with thoughts and emotions.
i’m trying to ignore the tears escaping my eyes, as i listen to the upbeat music playing on the backround
I should be studying right now, but instead i’m talking to myself, thinking out loud.
The tea in my cup is getting colder, my hands are getting colder too.
Am i overreacting? Some people would say i am..
I can’t stand failing, i hate it when i’m not right.
But it’s not just that, i’ve been bottleing up my emotions for a while now.
I guess i thought that if i silenced my mind i coul finally be okay for once.
I didn’t do it on purpose, i wasn’t trying to hurt myself, even though i knew deep inside me that it wasn’t the best way of dealing with it.
It kind of worked, i didn’t cry for at least five months. I didn’t feel anything for five months.
I was fine during the day, i followed a schedule to keep myself busy, always doing things in order to block out my thoughts. I figured out a way of being emotionally stable, by distracting myself with superficial things, not thinking about how much i missed my family, or how good it would feel to hug my significant other one more time.
The nights weren’t easy to handle. The first three months were the worst, i’d feel my heart beating faster and faster, making it hard to breathe. I’d let my thoughts surface from the abyss of my mind, too tired to push them back down. Eventually, i got used to it.
I no longer care if my heart jumps out of my body, escaping through my throat or if the voices inside my head get louder and finally drive me insane. I even feel relieved when my mind goes wild, the craziest thoughts don’t seem so dramatic anymore.
As i said, i don’t think it’s just me being an emotional little shit, there’s more to it than what i let people see.
This is so cliché. Me, writing about my stupid feelings and how miserable i am. The rain pouring outside. The half empty cup of tea sitting next to my algebra homework. Pathetic. Maybe i’d feel better if i was in London, just to make this scene even more dramatic. Oh i love drama.
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
BURN BAGEL BURN
OH WHY NOT?
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
Bagel what are your powers
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD
I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD
The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!
I got a job offer after reblogging the bagel. Believe in the bagel!
Worth a try lol
i could use some good news or even a good girl
Go lil bagle! Show me your power!
Okii then!
THIS IS THE FIRST THING ON MY BLOG
I GOT ASKED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER I REBLOGGED IT
wait but whats happening with the bagel tho
It’s burning, as is everything I’ve hoped for whenever I’ve reblogged a post like this
I just kinda wanna watch something burn?
Mood
You guys didn’t listen when I said Bagels hold an ancient and wonderous power.
Bagel time
I need this
do it
I’m at an all time low I need this
ok sure
no loss in trying. so here wo go
Its bagel time. I believe in you bagel. 🥯
Ok so.
Last time I reblogged this, I was complaining to my mum how I never got to go on walks alone. Then, she legit said to me, “well why don’t you go down to *censored*?” Which she’d never let me do before. I had three hours. In a place half an hour from home. It works.
I need all the luck i can get
(*-*)
Uhhhh worth a try
I doubt it will work but….
i dont lose anything trying…
again, YES?!
OK SO I DID THIS ON THE MORNING AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL?
TWO TESTS WERE CANCELLED!
NO HOMEWORK!!
WE HAD A BREAK OF 30 MINUTES (we normally have a break of 5-10 min)
AND MY CRUSH ASKED ME TO WORK ON A PROJECT WITH HIM!!!
I don’t know how you do it bagel, but you’re awesome!
Bagel time
guys the more you add text to your reblogs the more time it takes to reblog, therefore stealing our good news
rebageling
Reblogging just for that hot pun
Masterlist (kind of)
a/n: I used to write when i was younger but i don’t know if i’m still able to do it, so here goes a bunch of my happy and sad thoughts (mostly sad). Enjoy (or don´t it’s okay if you don’t no worries). I guess i’ll be updating every now and then (i’m a college student so i’m kinda busy)
Dear Anxiety
Surprise
REBLOG IF YOU DON’T MIND WRITERS TAKING TIME OFF FOR THEIR MENTAL HEALTH
Surprise
Warnings: mentions of Peter Parker and other marvel characters? I guess that counts as a warning if you really hate them (if you do wtf?????)
a/n: so i’m in a really good mood today, which is weird ‘cause i failed my analysis exam but still this boy makes me happy
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I’m really good at keeping secrets, but for some reason i can’t keep my mouth shut when it comes to buying gifts for people. I love giving my loved ones small presents every now and then, there’s something in the way they smile at the unexpected handout that warms my heart. However, as i said before, i’m not the best at the whole “unexpected” part.
A few days ago i was on my phone scrolling through instagram and i came across a post that caught my attention. It was a picture of a very cute box with a polaroid on top of it and inside the box there were lots of sweets, from chocolate bars to lollipops. I instantly thought of my boyfriend and had to buy it for him.
Now, the thing is that he’s the most impatient human being i know, mostly when it comes to receiving a present. He goes from this super nice and sweet guy to this hyperactive five year old child, sending you hundreds of texts saying that he’s gonna die if you don’t tell him what you bought him. So, the smartest thing to do in this situation would be to keep it a surprise, obviously.(also why would you tell someone you got them a gift and ruin the surprise, right?)
Anyways, i bought the box and decided to shut my mouth. Yeah well that lasted about two minutes until hell broke loose. I just couldn’t help it! He went crazy and starting asking a lot of questions: Is it big? Was it too expensive? Please tell me it wasn’t expensive. Is it gonna be here tomorrow? Are you gonna bring it to me? Is it food? Is it heavy?. He even asked me if it was a mattress.
I trully don’t know why i do this, and i say “do” because it’s a constant action i keep repeating. Last year i did the same on his birthday (he actually ended up guessing correctly what his present was). Maybe it’s become a challenge for both of us. I tell him i have a surprise for him and he tries to find out what it is. Maybe i just love how excited he gets when he finally gets the present, even if he already knew what it was. Or maybe we’re just two idiots who enjoy ruining surprises. What i do know for sure is that both of us love it, he trully turns into a small kid all giddy and happy, it reminds me of Peter Parker in some way. It’s a bit weird ‘cause i’ve been a marvel fan for about five years now and i’ve known this guy for a year and a half and it took me a long time to realize how similar he is to one of my favourite caracters. I remember one day he was feeling down and i wanted to cheer him up so i started telling him how much of a good-hearted, righteous, selfless person he was and ended up rambling about his puppy eyes and positive, bubbly personality, until i noticed that i was describing either the spiderboy or cap. Of course i couldn’t contain my excitement and literally yelled at him “YOU ARE A MIXTURE BETWEEN PETER PARKER AND STEVE ROGERS YOU ARE PETER’S BROTHER SON OF TONY STARK AND STEVE” . He was confused, and a little bit scared. So i went on and explained to him that he was just as patriotic and loyal as captain america, and sweet and funny like our boy pete. Maybe it’s the unhealthy amount of fanfics i’ve read that have damaged my mind, but i swear my boyfriend is a freakin’ fictional character, too pure for this world. That stony reference wouldn’t really work now ‘cause we’ve moved on to ironstrange and stucky, which i love, but he still is Peter Parker’s brother.
for anyone who needs it too
Dear Anxiety
Warnings: mentions of anxiety (surprise!), anxiety attacks/simptoms and that kind of stuff, swearing (you are gonna have to get used to it)
a/n: since quarantine started i haven’t let myself think much about what’s going on or how i feel about it, and today i finally did. Please cry with me.
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Dear anxiety, i hate you so much,
i didn’t get the highest grade guess now i’ll have to cry
You make me loose my mind over small things,
small things i don’t really care about
Or do i? No, no! I’m smart, i’m polite,
i make people laugh, but is that enough?
You take my breath away and steal my voice,
now i’m shaking, lying on the bathroom floor.
I can’t move my hands, i can’t move my legs
but i can feel your grip tightening around my neck.
It’s okay, it won’t happen again,
i just had a bad day, right?
Dear anxiety, leave me alone
i’m trying to have a good time or faking in order to feel loved?
My heart’s beating fast, my chest is getting heavy
the music is too loud, i gotta get out of here
Everything is blurry, my friends are gone
please somebody take me home.
They lay me down ‘cause i can’t stand on my own
they tell me to breathe but instead i choke
The tears come to life, and i feel them dancing on my cheeks,
there’s nothing i can do but whisper to the sky
What’s going on? Is it... no it can’t be... it is... it isn’t
Dear anxiety, i understand now
i’ve seen it in shows, i’ve heard it on tv
I even did a presentation about it for my psychology class
But i never thought it’d happen to me,
at least not in the way it happened, so suddenly.
I knew all the simptoms, i asked for advise,
i had it under control! no you didn’t you fool
I don’t want my parents to worry, i don’t want my friends to know
but maybe it won’t be that bad i just gotta hold on.
Dear anxiety, you make me cry
‘cause i can’t even drive a fuckin car
What if i kill someone? How do the brakes work? Could you explain it again?
They tell me to relax, but not too much
I have to concentrate, but not overthink
Look both sides, don’t take too long, keep going, stop,
turn left, should I hit the brakes? Am i doing okay? No.
Why is it that i’m good at physics, chemistry, maths
but driving a car is too damn hard?
Dear anxiety, please stop, i’ve had enough
It’s been a while and you’re still here
can we make a deal?
I’ve gotten used to the lack of air in this room
and it seems like all these people have too.
Will you leave us alone if we give you our souls
Gotta do it
I don’t care what news I get I just want this stupid potato dog on my dash
Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow
I can’t chance not reblogging this
Well all day should be good but still
reblog to finally have smth good happen
Wheelchairs aren’t furniture.
• Don’t move them unless the wheelchair user in question says you can. Even if we’re not in them at the time! Shout-out to the nurse who, during my last hospital trip, tried to put my wheelchair in the nurse’s station, thus effectively stopping me from going TO THE TOILET without asking someone. And, of course, various shout-outs to people who thought *I* was furniture and moved my chair while I was in it.
• Don’t lean on them unless you have permission from the wheelchair user in question. Again, they aren’t FURNITURE. They’re part of us. Lean on stuff that’s stuff, not stuff that’s people.
• If you walk into someone’s wheelchair, while someone is in that wheelchair, you’re walking into a person. You’re jolting us, shaking us, and potentially causing us pain (I have chronic conditions, and YOU ARE HURTING ME). Do what you do anytime you walk into someone, and apologise. It doesn’t need to be any more than, “Oop, sorry,” it doesn’t have to be a big thing (please don’t make it a big thing) but ACKNOWLEDGE US jesus christ this is so alienating. I get walked into all the time and excepting my loved ones I can’t even remember the last time I got an apology.
Wheelchairs are not furniture. They’re assistive devices. They are, for all intents and purposes, part of us and it is frankly incredibly rude not to treat them as such.
THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN ON TUMBLR BUT
reblogging because someone liked it and DIDN'T REBLOG smh 🤦♀️
MAINTAIN B A L A N CE
I think it's balanced now???
fantastic work everyone
Now we're at a balance!
Bitch lemme fuck this shit up again. No balance.
You monster!
UNCLEAN
Fuck y'all
This is why you're single
I'm still fucking it up snegg
Try fixing this
That’s right I have a spam account and I reblogged over 100 times
HA
B A L A N C E
~C~H~A~O~S~
YES IS BALANCE
reblog for 10 years of peaceful sleep every night
