#i had a rough day

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Recovery is not linear. We have bad and good days. Recovery is not linear. We have bad and good days. Recovery is not linear. We have bad and good days. Recovery is not linear. We have bad and good days. Recovery is not linear. We have bad and good days. Recovery is not linear. We have bad and good days. Recovery is not-

[seokminfilm]

sweetpeas | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, short, lowercase intended, fluff, period comfort, self-indulgent, seokmin calls reader 'sweetpea' and 'love', reader uses nicknames for seokmin, seokmin soft hours!!!!

now playing: darling, seventeen

"hi, sweetpea," seokmin whispers quietly, cracking open the door to see if you are still sleeping. you were, in fact, wide awake, looking to the door as a small smile came across your features as you reached out to him like a tired toddler. "min?"

"yes, it's min," seokmin smiles again, sitting at the edge of the bed as he takes your warm hands in his, kissing your fingertips as he stares down at your slightly pain-stricken expression. the heating pad rests on your lower stomach, and you're curled into a little half-moon, resembling a rollie pollie.

"are you doing okay?" seokmin asks concerned, and you shake your head 'no' slightly, taking his hands and placing them on your now warm body as you sigh. "i'm okay, just still in a tiny bit of pain."

"god, sweetpea. i'm so sorry." seokmin leans down to press a soft kiss to your tender lower stomach, and you giggle at the feeling of his lips on your stomach, causing him to smile down at you as he sighs.

"want me to do anything for you? get you anything?" seokmin strokes your hair, hand running over your head softly and repetitively as you hum.

"fruit," you mumble, and seokmin sighs, pouting cutely at your muffled reply as he sighs.

"love, i'm gonna need you to speak up. you're cute and all when you mumble, but i wanna be able to get you what you want without any miscommunications, okay?" seokmin asks, and you nod softly, tossing for a second as you find another comfortable position. "now, what did you say you wanted?"

"fruit, seokmin. i want some fruit." you look up at him with a soft, pleading expression, and he chuckles at you, running his slender hands over your stomach as you smile up at him.

"what kind?" seokmin asks, and you shake your head, offering a weak shrug. "i don't really care what kind, seok. i just want some fruit."

"okay, okay sweetpea—i hear you." seokmin kisses both your cheek and lips softly before pulling away from your body, and you whine, obviously not ready to part with seokmin just yet.

"give me 10 minutes, okay? i'm gonna cut some fresh fruit for you." seokmin consoles you, sweet voice bringing tears to your eyes as you mutter out a weak "really? fresh fruit? for me?"

"of course, sweetpea! anything for my girl." seokmin promises, and before you know it, tears are streaming down your face, suddenly overwhelmed with the love and appreciation you have for seokmin (probably partially, if not fully from your hormones going rogue).

"seokkie, i love you. so much." you weep into your pillow, and seokmin laughs softly, squatting down beside the bed to stroke your hair. "look at me, love."

sniffling and trying to clear your face of the tears, you finally look his way, to which seokmin greets your gaze with warm eyes and an even warmer smile as he pecks the tip of your nose.

"and i love you more, love."

[ryantryinx]

" Fuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!! " Mickey yelled blowing of some much needed steam from the day. It was one thing after another today and if he had one more minor inconvenience in his day he swore to god he would murder someone. Kicking off his shoes as he mad his way into the apartment, hearing them thunk against the wall. The older man bee lined for the fridge as he stripped off his uniform along the way. Grabbing a can of old style he popped the tab taking more than half the can down in one solid drink. The past few days already weren't great. Ian was in a funk, stuck in bed on a pretty bad low. He hated watching his husband in that state, it was something he couldn't fix for Ian and that broke him the most. So leaving for work that morning was already hard. Pressing a kiss to the redheads cheek, brushing back some stray hairs that clung to his damp forehead. Letting his husband know he was leaving and that Carl had planned to stop over for lunch. ( Carl had offered knowing Mickey needed to get back to work. He'd already taken the first two days off. ) Then it was one thing after another. A client being pissy, the lid on his coffee broke causing him to spill his 4$ coffee. He got behind on the last two drops and just as his day was ending, the rigg started smelling like it was burning oil. Pounding the rest of his beer he quickly rubbed at his temples trying calm the anger that had been boiling over just seconds ago. He was pissed and tired and the only person who could make him truly feel better wasn't up to his usual self. Taking a deep breath he moved down the hall into the bedroom. Laying in bed with the blanket pulled up to his chin, emerald eyes peered over as the door opened. " Hey....." Mickey called softly happy to see there seemed to be life coming back to the eyes of the man he called husband. " Carl said he got you to eat half a sandwich for lunch. " Crossing the room the shorter man tossed his body on the edge of what was actually Ian's side. Since the freckled faced man liked to take his side when he was having an episode. Ian nodded softly his arm extending out of the blankets to place his hand on Mickey's thigh. As if the redhead could see the weight of the world on his husbands shoulders in the very moment. " Long day? " The taller man croaked out, his voice small from lack of use. Letting out a long breath he didn't even know he was holding in Mickey lay back on the bed. Letting his head fall to the side to look at his husband he moved his smaller tattooed hand over the freckled pale one. " 'ts better now...."

[vioyume]

Sorry I'm just gonna ramble about the Nailmasters and Sly for a moment. I recently read some fics which has reignited my love for this game.

These are mostly unorganized thoughts.

It's been so long since I've played this game, but I remembered really liking them, and would sometimes visit them for fun. They were really nice to see in this dying world despite the strain in their relationship, it's funny too in a sad way because they're the only family that is left alive yet they're separated. Really hope that they make amends at somepoint after when the game ends. The only other few bugs who are left are the ones who reside in Dirtmouth and in Kingdom's Edge but those guys are in their own world.

How did the Nailsmith traverse that obstacle course near Sheo's home?? Asuming that the shortcut isn't a thing, even so how did he fit through that tiny gap jump that required a specific move??? Dude and Cornifer have secrets they're not sharing. (I died 100 times when I first did it)

Sheo/Nailsmith and Cornifer/Iselda makes me happy, I love finding the little bit of happiness in hopeless scenarios.

I like imagining Sly being a father to 3 children who grew practically four times the size he is. He needs a personal stool or jump on them if he needs to scold them. Nobody likes it when the fly pulls out the stool.

Thinking how his furniture was most likely him sized before meeting the kids and they either had to get new furniture or the brothers just grew used to using tiny tables and stuff.

Still never fought Sly though.

Mato was a surprise to see when I first met him, for a place that is supposedly secret without knowing, you think that he would be a boss and there's even a bench. But no he's there meditating. I go to him when Gorb gave me a tuff time.

Mato is great. :)

I don't go to Oro often since there's not much for me in that area, but I think he thinks lowly of the colosseum. Also seeing raining corpses is not a nice view, though I guess he grew desensitized to it.

Ghost makes the whole family feel a little bit of pain after showing off the nail arts and charm and they've learned from each of them. Glad to know that they're alive somewhere but it's been so long since they've seen each other. (but also there's still that tension between Mato and Oro)

Wondered what Sheo and Sly felt when that fight happened between the other brothers. Was Sheo already thinking about giving up the Nail, was the argument partly the reason? Or was it something he decided later on? I like to think Sly tried to reason with them (as well as Sheo) but whatever it was, it's clear that they should not be involved.

Uh I'm done now, but I want to share the fics I've read.

Tales of a Nailsage

Tales of a Sage

Ticky Wicky

Funeral Plinth

Mind's Creation

Oro and Mato are Dumbasses (I like a nice silly fic once in a while)

[chocolate-eye-candy]

I need to be fucked until my brain turns off

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Just because I've had a rough day and I want to see the comments/arguments;

Alex Walker is better than Eliot Spencer and Jacob Stone.

I said what I said.

(Please make me smile.)

[arcane-vagabond]

Do y’all wanna do something writing wise this weekend since I’ll be pretty MIA next week? Like an impromptu sleepover or something? Lmk what you want if anything

[sturnswift]

save me car video....friday photo dump save me.... save me sturniolo triplets

[toribookworm22]

Something something my friends wait for me to slowly pack up before leaving class something something they repeat what they've said when I zone out something something they quietly ask me if I'm alright something something they let me be somber and low energy something something I feel safe in my sadness today something something I love my friends something something.

[shousato]

HOH/deaf atou + kanou w/ tic disorder. Do you care

[adoratixns]

my biggest emotional supporter: 

[kairoswouldnever]

[crybaby-writings]

idk i think watching the rewind channel and doing a breathing treatment at 2 am is my new favorite activity

[hilli98215]

Hug hug hug hug hug all the hugs just for you

Thank you! I really needed one considering today was terrible!

[distanteventhorizon]

Healing from autistic trauma:

Spoiler alert: you can’t fully heal from autistic trauma because people still see you as different (derogatory) and will still treat you like shit, no matter how much internal progress you’ve made :/

[blackfemmejeanvaljean]

me: my veil for my pride costume could be created in a flash and I'll be all set

also me: do something more elaborate and time consuming