NekoAngel13

 You're Warned Now; There will probably be some weirdness up ahead. Just a mashup of what I like, when I like it.

[buzzfeed]

People Can’t Stop Talking About This Dude’s Awesomely Nerdy Hair

[nekoangel13]

THIS!!! SO COOL!!!!

[yummyicedlatte]

Hell, why not

[nekoangel13]

Yeah, she’d probably have a fire, steel, fighting or rock types in her team. She would be one of the first fights.

[perks-of-being-chinese]

[nekoangel13]

The true story of pitbulls, based on a true story.

[beyonceblockedme2]

[nekoangel13]

Oh my god. I never noticed this. . .

[teenagerposts]

[nekoangel13]

Yep, sounds about right,  XD

[best-of-memes]

[nekoangel13]

XD

[nekoangel13]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4cGqu2_GQQ)

This is internet gold. Truly amazing XD

[nekoangel13]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHoJSgq6mqc)

I think I’m dying from the lols, so many puns XD

[wlwgang]

So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog

[barkjunhee]

[natsukigirl]

Russell proving that British Accents aren’t sexy

[parasite-gallows-deactivated201]

I want to see the bewilderment in the eyes of anyone who ever claimed to love THE British accent as they watch this.

[suninwintertime]

SEND HELP

[necron-9-9]

For real tho, Scouse is my favorite thing on the planet even if I had to spend a year deciphering it.

[zorascreation]

LOL

[nekoangel13]

XD

[why-d0-i-exist]

People Who Have Social Anxiety Disorder Are Terrified Of:

• Talking in front of people • Not knowing how to comfort people • Trying clothes on in a changing room • Answering the door • Talking on/answering the phone • People asking questions • Walking past people • Eye contact • Going into stores • Going outside the house • Busy crowds • Leaving voicemails • Being watched while doing something • Eating in front of people • Ordering food (anywhere) • Interviews • Being in the car • Making decisions • Personal space being violated • When strange people, or anyone you don’t like, are in/around the house • Being paranoid someone can hear me • Feeling self-conscious all the time • Crossing the street • Asking for help • Parties • Participating in class • Working with others • Restaurants • Competition • Voicing opinions • Sleeping with someone else/in someone else’s bed • Being touched • Being touched sexually • Holidays • Being seen naked • Hearing people laugh nearby • Public bathrooms/shy bladder • Starting/keeping a conversation • Feeling like people hate me • Always preparing what to say 100x • Being touched/hugged by people I’m not comfortable with • Feeling like people judge what I say • Not being able to get over embarrassing/stupid things I’ve done/said • Saying “no” • Being a pushover • Rejection • Coming on too strong • Seeing people I know in public • Making new friends • Being embarrassed • Being the center of attention • Working in groups • Being late • Being stared at • Being introduced • Worrying about people liking me • Being criticized • Meeting people in authority

[dilfgmancoolatta]

Also just because you’re not terrified of all of these things or even the majority does not mean you’re faking

[danisontnonfire]

I just want to let everyone’s know irl know this without actually showing them because hahaha, you guessed it, anxiety

[nekoangel13]

Yeah, that’s my life. There’s a few there that I’ve overcome/never applied to me but at least 3/4 likely apply to me. I’d highlight them if I could.

It’s difficult but you have to get on with life, right?

[myvegansensesaretingling]

reblog if you’re on team “I acknowledge that Draco Malfoy is a highly flawed individual and in no way condone the shit he’s done, but I strongly believe he was deserving of a redemption arc and it hurts my soul that JKR chose not to explore that”

[nekoangel13]

True dat.

Snape got his redemption after his death.

Draco deserves a turn to give back.

[nekoangel13]

Oh that important day...

I meant to blog my A-level results, I was too pissed/hurt/angry/upset to do so.   It really blurred for me. It was intense even for me who’s not going to uni. 

Yeah, it wasn’t good. Like it was bad, not good.

My expectations weren’t that ambitious I worked my ass off this year to compensate for last year, I retook a lot too. I spent hours doing past papers, revision, making notes, copying diagrams and rereading notes. I basically wasted 2 years of my life on a-levels only worth 160 ucas points.

I passed, I got EEEE including General Studies. So I didn’t fail anything. I did get Us some units. I’ll rant about english and getting a U in COURSEWORK in another post. It needs venting space and time I don’t have right now.

Me and mum went to speak to the head of sixth form.  He listened, understood our concerns and completely talked us through options going forward. There are positives. Going forward I know that school have offered to take me back for a year and I could do 2 BTECs in one year. I’d have enough points to go to a good university then.

My mum was so upset for me and the fact that I worked so hard, that was shit. I mean, I know I’m a failure and a waste of space but to upset my mum was the worst. It made me feel sick.

It took 3/4 days to process everything. I was in my room for 2 days I didn’t speak to anyone, I ate away from anyone. I kept alone to lick my wounds in private. I refused to cry, I refused to punch walls and throw things, even though my body ached to do so. Depression tried it’s best but it didn’t win. I had to ignore it. I ignored and repressed those emotions. I came out on top.

I’m posting this because I had my second interview for an apprenticeship today.

It went really well. I’m proud and pleased with myself. I’m not really an academic, I’ve always known that. This apprenticeship will give me a good wage, a good job afterwards and a good company to work for. I’d get an NVQ3 which is equal to a-levels

Truly I’m going to have to think and make a decision carefully about this. I’m in a hella scary place right now and it feels like I’m teetering on an knife’s edge.

It’s all good fun.

[stephenhawqueen]

a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay

[malfoycat-blog]

neville: *messes up his potion*

gordon ramsay: *holds neville between two slices of bread* what are you

neville: an idiot sandwich

[iamthepureblindraven-blog]

no no no!

Imagine that this is Gordon Ramsay a la Masterchef Junior

Neville: *messes up the potion, realizes it, starts crying quietly*

GR: What’s going on?

Neville: *explains how he messed up*

GR: Oh gosh okay…we can fix this, don’t cry, see, it’s fine now? Just be more careful when you’re adding the Newt’s eyes, all right? Drop them in gently. There we go. No more tears.

Neville: *giggles wetly, wiping eyes*

[mirab3lle]

Yes, he only screams when he’s dealing with people that claim to know what they’re doing and clearly dont, when he’s teaching he’s very kind and patient because they’re still learning.

[wickedbitchofthewestcoast]

He’d probably do the bread thing to Malfoy.

[therewerenorelevanturlsavailable]

nononononono. I get that Malfoy is a bit of a twat, but he’s still a kid. It’d be the teachers fucking up that he’d have trouble with.

Ramsay: All you had to do was treat it with a fucking Beozar! 

Slughorn: It was a stressfu-

Ramsay: How long have you been teaching potions?!

or

Ramsay: So you’re going to raise this boy SPECIFICALLY so he can die as part of your twisted little scheme? 

Dumbledore: It’s for the greater good, professor. 

Ramsay: The greater fucking good?! *holds two slices of bread either side of dumbledoor’s face* What are you? 

Dumbledore: Am I, per chance, an idiot sandwich? 

Ramsay: Yes, you fucking are. 

[nekoangel13]

I need this in my life.

[acebarduil]

August 21st: Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day

It is not surprising news that fanfiction writers are highly underappreciated.

There’s something wrong with the numbers: let’s take a popular fic with almost 4k hits. For let’s say 700 readers, it will get about 50 comments and 300 Kudos (those numbers are just an example, sometimes it’s worse than that). Maybe I’m being too kind, maybe not, but things stay the same; there’s something wrong here. Can you see it?

It takes us days, weeks, sometimes months to write a story for you. We write for ourselves yes, but we also write to share. We write to offer you content about your favourite characters. We write to bring our and your ships to life. It takes you a fraction of second to leave a Kudos, ten seconds to one, two or a few minutes to leave a comment.

And here lies our problem: there’s no proper sharing if there’s no proper feedback. An author not getting comments is generally a sad author. If I didn’t get feedback I’d wonder what’s the point in keeping on writing. A comment makes a writer’s day, most of the time even motivates them to write more.

Another important thing thrandythefabulous and I noticed: why on Earth do so many readers don’t comment (even kudos) if the fic has been up for a little more than a week or two? Why? Your feedback is still welcomed and much appreciated.

We write for ourselves, but also we write for you. And sadly, many readers are being quite… ungrateful, when giving feedback is the least they can do to thank the people offering them stories for free.

So, before we get started on our little day, let’s talk about comments:

It doesn’t matter if other readers already said what you wanted to say, we’ll still love reading it again in your words.

It doesn’t matter the fic has been up for weeks or months or years; comments on those ones are unexpected and so, it makes them ever better.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have much to say, we’ll be glad anyway.

Most authors leave the comment section open to people who don’t have an AO3 account, which means you can still… comment! How amazing is that.

That brings us to our little Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day.

The point of this day is simple; on August 21st, writers and readers alike would go on AO3 (or any fanfiction website really), on Tumblr, and leave a comment on their favourite fics (even the fics they enjoyed!) and/or send their authors a message about their works.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve already or never commented. It doesn’t matter if the author doesn’t know about this post. It doesn’t matter if the author already knows how much you love their work.

Just let writers know you love the fics they write for you, simple as that!

And well, don’t forget to keep leaving a Kudos and a comment in the future, and make writers happy!

[bettsfic]

I think this is a great idea! Also maybe we could rec our favorite fics on our blogs that day too? Mass sharing!

I’ll probs queue up fic recs to post that day. Sounds good?

[acebarduil]

Recs are another way to tell writers you love their work, so yes you can do that too, good idea!

[nekoangel13]

I can be behind that. I’ll post a list of my bookmarks on AO3. 

They’re all good reads :D

[nekoangel13]

This is deep. I cried a little. This video is so powerful and the poet is very passionate. I felt both sad and angry for him. I feel like this is a great injustice. The man you see in this video was actually raped. That is his story. His emotions, fears and experiences laid bare for people to see. So that he can tell his story and spread a message: Men can be raped too.There are so many horrible comments on this video like; "Why didn't he fight back?" "Why didn't he use pepper spray/pocket knife?" "Why didn't he shout for help?""Omg so much stress over some buttsex jesus...""HAHAH. So gay."The fact that people are victim blaming disgusts me. Unless you have been in a similar situation then you can't comment on that experience. The fact that people find someone's story of rape funny disgusts me. It's not funny, ever. Someone's tragedy isn't be funny. If it is I question their motives.People keep saying that he's a bad actor. That they should've used someone else disgusts me. For every bad person there are many defending.This is a serious topic and I feel bad for people that live in places where justice isn't served due to race/gender/age. Anyone can be raped just like anyone can be kidnapped or beaten up. Victims can be anyone but so can attackers. Man, woman, young, old, nowadays you really don't know the people around you.There is so much social stigma around genders. Men must be this, women should do that. The media tells us that there has been so much progress but when you see comments like those it doesn't seem so. The fact that police ignore victims and defend attackers is wrong. It's not like that where I live and it shouldn't be like that anywhere. I accept that corruption exists, there's enough proof on youtube alone to tell you that.Y'know there was someone pretending to be god. He kept saying that sex isn't for fun and no one should get enjoyment from it. He victim blamed and quoted passages from the bible while trolling in the name of god. He used bad grammar too. I'd recommend watching this video. His poetry style is very emotive.

[thegoddesslives]

As someone who struggles with mental illness

It is very hard to explain to those who are neurotypical (do not suffer from any sort of mental illness), my mentality when I do self-destructive things, or act in a certain way.

For nearly six years I’ve been living with anxiety and depression and hardly a day goes by where I don’t feel the burden of it. None of the thoughts associated with it are rational. No matter how much I know someone cares about me, there will always be doubt. There will always be doubt that they don’t and that they’ll leave me. Even though rationally, I know that that’s not true, I can’t bring myself to fully believe it.

And when it comes to anxiety, its not being shy, and stumbling over words when you talk to someone, its feeling your skin crawl when you feel disapproval from another person, or triple checking your car three times to make sure you locked it before you walk into your house. It’s being anxious that you’re going to get fired because you didn’t come into work even though you knew that that day was your day off or feeling like your head is going to explode because you didn’t do something completely right.

And no matter how hard you work, or how great your life may be going, its the feeling that you are a complete failure and that no one will ever love you.

It’s not rational.

It’s never rational. But this is my life.

[nekoangel13]

This is totally my life. I can identify with all that. If I go out anywhere, alone or not. I constantly feel the judgement of everyone around me. It feels like eyes follow every word, every thought, every action. I can’t escape it thought. I get home and it becomes me who judges me. There’s so many things I want to say but it’s like I’m muzzled with a choke collar that tightens when I think about saying anything, let alone open my mouth and say it. 

The doubt is crippling. I hesitate at everything. Will I be judged less for this? Is this better? Of course not. Nothing is ever good enough. I can be complimented by people 100X better looking and I’ll still feel like the ugliest most worthless person in the world.

I put everything off. I delay the judgement and the inevitable waves of self-loathing. It’s a vicious cycle. Every time I hope and pray for the one time that everyone loves what I’ve done. That I love it too.

It doesn’t come. It never does.

At 3am when I can’t sleep and burst into tears while writing poetic verses that morbidly describe death. It might stop.  The blessed crying fuzziness from the endorphins push the hate back for a while. 

At gone 4am it’ll hit again now the crying high has faded. The loathing returns with a fierce vengeance. Like a tiger stalking stolen prey. Swiping and snarling, spitting it’s vitriol and cutting me to ribbons. I cry myself to sleep hugging my pillows and blankets.

Y’know I can’t remember when I was hugged last. When someone gave me any form of physical affection let alone any other kind. It’s sad really.

Sad; That words describes my everything.