#i woke up with some bad anxiety now im like. hey this rocks

[stayatsam]

hey have you heard of this thing called a balanced breakfast? i had a fried egg on toast with some coffee this morning and my mood is so good right now

[99problemsallinmyhead]

TW

this post is for anyone who knows what it’s like, how it feels to lose a parent at a young age and for the other parent to get remarried a year later...

back in 2010 when i was 14 and my mom was in the hospice because of her breast cancer taking over her body. i remember feeling my heart as it shattered into a million pieces the second i was told she had passed. i remember falling to the ground crying.

not long after my mom had passed, our dad would toss us $40 for pizza and leave for the weekend and we would barely see him. i remember feeling like i had become an orphan, because my dad was around, just not for us much. 

in under a year he already moved on to someone else. he would constantly compare her to our mom, telling us that “oh she’s a lot like your mom you know” but she wasn’t. she is nothing like my mom.

my mom NEVER would have put us through what she did. suddenly everything was about her and making her happy. we didn’t matter anymore...at least that’s how it felt. we were just 3 teenagers who had just lost their mother after watching her slowly die in front of them for about 7 years. i can hardly remember a time where she wasn’t in constant pain but she somehow always had a smile for us. but anyways, this new woman wasn’t her. i would put song lyrics on my facebook page or just post something relevant to my life and she immediately made it about her, screaming at me about making all these “statuses” when she had posted a status that actually was about me saying i chase rock bands too much instead of getting a “real job” but did she ever think that maybe those “rock bands” where the ONLY thing that kept me alive at the time?

i was fucking miserable. all i thought about all the time was how i wanted to die. she victimized herself with everything, claiming that we were the “problem” because we finally spoke up to her abuse and she wanted to make us look like the problem. any problem that ever happened was because of the way she would treat us. it got so bad that i was AFRAID to go upstairs to use the bathroom, i starved myself most days just to avoid being near her because anytime i was, there always seemed to be something for her to scream at me for. i bought a microwave for downstairs just so i could keep food in the downstairs fridge and cook it if i needed to. id have showers and use my brothers bathroom downstairs just so i could avoid the anxiety of being close to her. i was scared of her. completely mortified. my dad promised me i could get a cat of my own once Loki was gone so after my sister moved out i got a fur baby of my own to help with my anxiety and depression. i was taking care of her and paying for everything myself. she made it a huge deal and forced me to get rid of her so she was moved to my aunts house till i could take her.  once i got her back she threatened me telling me the spca is being notified when there was NO neglect. i got to keep my cat. One day i woke up to repetitive loud banging, only to hear her yelling “IT’S TIME TO WAKE THE FUCK UP AND FIND A JOB AND A PLACE TO LIVE” “YOU HAVE FOUR DAYS TO FIND A JOB AND A PLACE TO LIVE”(i had a part time job and paid my rent monthly at this time while she would sell crap on bidding wars on facebook yet i was the one with “not a real job”) she did this multiple mornings in a row, slamming the garage door that was right beside my bedroom at 7am while my dad was at work. i heard her call me a lazy bitch as she stormed back inside.

I DO NOT DO SHIT FOR PEOPLE WHO SHOW ME ZERO FUCKING RESPECT LET ALONE SOMEONE WHO JUST FUCKING YELLS AT ME. THERE IS ZERO REASON TO BE A MASSIVE BITCH AND IT WILL GET YOU KNOWHERE WITH ME.

she turned anything that we said or did into some sort of “game” and we were the only ones who ever had to apologize. when she’s supposed to be an ADULT but she can’t even owe up to her actions let alone accept the consequences. she told me im “so much further behind my peers, mentally, emotionally and otherwise” who the fuck says that to someones kid? and our dad just lets her get away with it all. shes never held accountable and we always are expected to just apologize for our REACTIONS to her ABUSE and  just be friends with her. but im done.

i am not letting someone who abused me be considered my “family”. i gave her multiple chances and she’s never going to change. slamming doors make me have panic attacks and give me major anxiety now because of what she did. 

she blamed her dogs death on my sister saying she “poisoned” them SHE WAS WITH ME THE ENTIRE TIME SHE WOULD COME OVER TO CARE FOR OUR MOMS DOG. WORKED IN THE VET FIELD AND DIDNT GO NEAR HER DOGS. she made assumptions that my boyfriend was a “juvenile delinquent” based off of meeting him ONE TIME. when i told my dad, he said that she never said that but i know she did but of course she wouldn’t tell him.

She completely destroyed our family. we stopped seeing our moms side because of her, my dad barely speaks to me now because of her and he refuses to listen to anything we’ve said about her and how she’s made us feel. she completely secluded my sister for years. none of us want to be around her but he still won’t listen. she’s threatened multiple times to “pack her bags and leave” 

years ago my dad told me i was being selfish, but the only reason i agreed to him marrying her was because i wanted him to be happy but i didn’t think it’d end up this fucked. i miss my dad. the one who wasn’t controlled by an absolute psycho.  i HATE when he calls her kimmy. i HATE when people call her Kim. i’ve never disliked someone more. but hey, what do expect from a narcissist?

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Here

The Mandalorian x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Some angst, A happy ending because I couldn’t bear giving them a sad one

Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: After a million more years I finally finished it. Thank you to all who have been sticking with me and the story!

*Italics - Flashback

Out of Love // Lovely // Start Over

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Din watched you from afar. 

Your smile radiated throughout the small little valley. He used to think it was the most beautiful thing in the world; your smile, your laughter, your eyes, your nose, your—he could go on and on. 

It’s not that he didn’t think any of that anymore, oh definitely not. He couldn’t imagine his life without you. 

But, there was his little girl. His little girl, with his hair and your eyes, grabbing a handful of flowers with small, grubby hands. The Child ran behind her, or as much as he could; he was having fun regardless. 

His little girl, who brought him nothing but happiness. Who gave him a whole new meaning to his life, who saved him from his own self destruction. The little human girl that Din would undoubtedly and unconditionally love for the rest of his days, and even after if that was a possibility; the one he would give up everything for. 

So yeah, you used to be on the very, very top of that list of beautiful things he’d seen in his lifetime. That was before she came along. And when he first laid eyes on your daughter, his daughter, he couldn’t stop crying after getting over the initial shock that this beautiful baby girl was a part of him. It amazed him that someone like him, hard, vicious, quiet, and dangerous, could create something so precious and small. 

Din, however, never planned for any of this. He never prepared himself for a family. For a quiet, settled life in a nice little valley. For you. Even watching his small but perfect family ahead of him, he still couldn’t fathom that fact that this was his. At first, it just didn’t seem… right. 

“Din?”

Cara thought she was going to have to grab Mando and shake him. Slap him even, if it woke him up from his anxiety induced trance. You stood there, swollen belly and a fury of emotions; shock, a double take, comprehension, grief, acceptance, then anger. Pure anger that even had the ex trooper scared. 

“Y-Y/N.” Din breathed. It felt—good, saying your name like that again without the pain punching him in the gut. The guilt, yes that was still there of course. But you were there, standing in front of him, carrying his child and looking like you were absolutely ready to murder him. It kinda made him feel whole again. 

“Cara,” you said with a calmness that made Cara shiver. “Can you please leave us alone for a minute?”

Din was rightfully terrified. You may have been heavily pregnant, but he knew without a doubt that you would and could destroy him. 

You were seething in your silent rage. He could sense it. And because of that, he didn’t dare say another word until you did. 

“Why?” You said calmly; a hidden storm waiting to explode with devastating rage.

That one word, so simple and short, was enough to make him shudder out a breath, so filled with unshed tears and a heartache so strong that it was going to kill him.  

“I had t—”

“Don’t,” you snarled, your voice layered with the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t you dare say that, Din. You didn’t have to, you wanted to.”

His heart broke all over again. He made the love of his life, his rock, his world, believe that he—he didn’t want her. You truly believed him when he said it, and he knew it was no one’s fault but his own, but hearing it from you was a whole nother thing on its own. It made it feel even more real, a sin he couldn’t cleanse. 

“So tell me,” you continued when he didn’t speak. “Tell me why you’re here. If you didn’t want me, or…” she gulped, furiously wiping away the tears, not that it did much good. “Or love me anymore. Why are you here?” Then realization dawned on you. “Cara.”

“She brought me here. I didn’t know…” That probably wasn’t the best thing to say, but it was the truth. 

Your face hardened and your eyes became colder. “How long are you staying?”

He shrugged his shoulders. He couldn’t find the words he wanted to say, the words that crippled him and ate away at him. The words he wanted to say to you. 

You laughed humorlessly, all the while cradling your bump. Din couldn’t stop staring at it, and at the same time he had a hard time looking at it too. 

“Fine. Just… just leave me alone, Din.” You said and started to walk away. 

It’s like time slowed down and his life flashed before his eyes. His heart pounded with a vengeance and everything just… stopped. 

And he couldn’t do it. Not anymore, and not this time. He let you go before, practically threw you out, and this had to be a chance, right? His second chance at redemption. Not just for leaving you, but for everything bad thing he had ever done in his life; every life he’d ever taken, every bad decision he ever made, it was all screaming at him, taunting him. 

“Stop!” He shouted. 

You halted right in your steps, stiff and back turned towards him. You didn’t turn around, only tilted your head to the side to let him know you were listening. 

“And why should I Din? You made it perfectly clear last time—”

“I’m sorry.” He stopped you. “I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for leaving you, for not being there for you. I’m sorry that I thought of myself, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you…” He could’ve kept going if you didn’t interrupt him. 

“Didn’t tell me what?” You demanded, now facing him. 

Your eyes held so much in them. Blurred and red from your tears but still just as breathtaking, especially in the sun. Din couldn’t take his eyes away from them, despite the fact that you couldn’t see, and took a step forward. When you didn’t flinch or step back, he took another, and another and another until your stomach barely touched him. 

“I—there knew your name.” He finally said. “Quarries, dangerous people. And I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Before, well it wasn’t as strong before—kriff you know what I mean, right?   Along the lines I… I fell in love with you and I never stopped. I’m weak. I’ve become so weak in my desperation to—to save you, that I just…”

He didn’t know how to finish it. He hoped that you could understand what he was saying to you. He hoped that you could see beyond his helmet, his armor, like he was so convinced you could do. He hoped that you could forgive him. It didn’t have to be now, but he hoped. 

You didn’t waver, only looked him over with hard eyes. He let you assess him, even growing increasingly nervous under the cover of the unknown. Your jaw clenched and you bounced on your heel; Din immediately recognized this as you breaking. 

“Din,” you suddenly whispered. “I can’t… if you have no plans at all, of staying and fully committing to this child.” You shook your head, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from sobbing. Sobbing at the image of Din walking away from you again, the man you gave practically everything to, the one who opened himself up to you—it was a sight you couldn’t stand, but you would do anything for your baby, and you would not let anyone, not even the Mandalorian, hurt him or her in any way. 

Din nodded. “I know.” He took a deep breath. “This is all… very new to me. I can’t say I’ll be a great father, or a—a lover.”

“Stay,” you said. “I—I’m not going to entirely forgive you right away, and there’s gonna be a lot of moments where I’m going to be very pissed off at you, and they’re going to come randomly. There’s going to be moments where I may not trust you to the fullest extent. We’re going to have to really work at this if we want it to work. Understand?”

He nodded to the point of giving himself a little headache under the weight of the helmet; the joy of another chance overweighed the uncomfortableness. “Yes. Thank you.”

You gave him a final stare and hard nod before saying, “Alright then, tin can.”

You smiled then, small but fuck. It was perfect. A whole new light of hope that he could touch. Speaking of—

“M-may I?” He asked nervously. 

It took you a moment to register what he meant, but when it clicked your face relaxed and warmed up. “Yes.”

It felt so… he couldn’t describe it. You were like an foreign object to him—no, it was the baby growing inside of you. His baby. He wasn’t sure on how to touch you, or how he was supposed to eventually hold this special creature. Din was going to try his fucking damnest to make it work. 

He recalled that memory with a fond smile. It brought him to this moment. Now, without the familiar weight of the Creed on him, he took a deep inhale of fresh, sweet air and exhaled with a tilt of his lip. 

“Din?” You said again.

Din blinked down at you lazily, smiling in his haze. “Yes, cyar’ika?”

You wrapped your arms around his waist with a lopsided smile and squinted eyes; there wrinkles around them now, and you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. His own wrapped around yours, holding you tightly to him.

“I think there’s a storm coming.” You mumbled into the crook of his neck, lips barely brushing against the juncture of it but still giving him shivers. “We gotta get the kids inside soon.”

“Hmm.”

You looked up at him curiously. “Hey,” you whispered. “Where’d you go?”

The laughter of his children continued to echo. It used to bring nothing to him other than an occasional longing for something more than the life he had. But now, it was so much more and he had you to thank. It all started with you. 

“No where’s.” He whispered back. “I’m right here.”

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[mooifyourecows]

Hey moo! I need some advice if u have any............ive been going through a really really rough time and its been like this for a long time. ive been facing issues with some of my friends and ive been trying to talk to them but its obvious they are ignoring me/not responding to my messages. i seriously want to talk to them but i...literally cant. im just anxious all the time and i feel like im running around in circles. what should i do.. ?

Hey there Babe I'm so sorry to hear that you're having a rough time. The past year and a half has been extra overwhelming for everyone and it's really put a strain on a lot of people and their relationships.

Can you think of the specific time when your issues with your friends first sprouted up? Or was it more of a slow burn where you've noticed a subtle change for a while now?

When we are having a hard time with mental health, sometimes we don't notice when we do or say something that upsets others. Sometimes friends decide that they don't want to deal with us during the bad times and avoid all of our low points. But sometimes, during hard times, our brains invent problems where there are none.

Have you tried flat out asking them why they are ignoring you and whether you've done or said something to upset them?

If you have tried asking your friends why they are ignoring you and they've refused to respond then that's pretty immature and childish of them. In the very least, they could let you know why they're not responding.

Honestly, fair weather friends who don't want anything to do with you when you're going through a hard time are not much of friends at all. You know, those friends that don't want to talk to you or invite you to hang out with them because you're always such a "downer".

Yo fuck those types of people. They're not good friends. And you're better off without them.

I wish I had some great advice to give you but it just really depends on what's going on with your friends. If they've been really good friends to you up until now, then there's a chance that you might have accidentally done something to make them decide to stop talking to you. But if they've done stuff like this before, ignored you or made you feel like an outsider or the punching bag of the group, then maybe it's a good idea to throw them away and find some new friends.

I genuinely can't tell you which is happening. Maybe they just woke up one day and decided to be shitbags. It's a mystery to me.

All I know is that you deserve to have friends that respond to your messages. Even if it's just to say "Hey, I'm not feeling up to conversation right now, can we talk some other time?"

For people with anxiety, being left on read is TORTURE. Every time my brother takes long to reply to my messages, I think the worst. And it sucks.

Don't let your friends' actions (or lack thereof) make you think that you're not worth anybody's time. You are! And people who really care about you will be there when you need them. Just remember that everyone deserves some alone time every now and then. I know sometimes I just want to be alone, without the responsibility of responding to messages and using what little energy I have to engage in conversation, especially when that conversation might negatively affect my mental health.

I believe in giving people the benefit of the doubt at LEAST once, so I can't tell you that your friends are garbage and you should tell them to eat rocks, but if you genuinely can't think of anything you've done or said to upset them and they refuse to answer you when you ask if you've done something then HEY your friends might be garbage and they can eat rocks.

Regardless of what's going on with them, I suggest you find some new friends that will respect you and try to support you through the rough times.

Keep your head up, Babe. I'm sorry I don't really have any better advice to give, but I hope you get answers soon. My inbox is always open if you need me 🖤

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

never made the cut [I'm slightly concerned but fuck it]

(Self Insert Selfship Time! Tw: self harm, suicide attempt, depression, self hatred, self destruction, self deprecating, eating problems, suicide ideation, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, self starvation, negative thoughts, cutting, insecurity, peer pressure, relationship anxiety, feelings of worthlessness, ect. Note That This Is A Vent Selfship Fanfic, So It Gets DARK. If ANY Of These Warnings Are Something You’re Sensitive About, Don’t Risk Your Mental Health! I Just Needed To Get Some Feelings Out Here! I Don’t Do Any Of The Things Mentioned Here, So Don’t Worry About Me! With The Warnings Out Of The Way, Let’s Go To The Angst!)

“ALRIGHT OWLS, LET’S TAKE IT STRRRAIGHT FROM THE TOP!!!” Conductor instructed. “Oh, and uh, Stolas, was it? STAY OUT OF SCENE UNTIL I TELL YER TA COME IN SCENE THIS TIME!!!!” The Conductor yelled. Hunter tapped him on the shoulder and gestured that he was going to the restroom. “Arright, Lad...! Ya know where it is...!” The Conductor whispered. Hunter nodded, speeding off. The Conductor chuckled as he hurried off. He DID have a habit of putting off going to the bathroom until it was almost too late...! “HEY!!!! STOLAS!!! I SAW YE POKE YER HEAD OUT!!! IT’S NOT SCENE 69 YET SO GET OUTTA HERE!!!” The Conductor yelled.

Hunter shakily walked into the bathroom, small backpack slung over his shoulders. He picked a stall and locked himself in, sitting down in front of the toilet. He quietly opened his backpack, pulling out a small pocket knife. Hunter took a deep breath, ignoring how shaky his hand was. He always got shaky with this, but not to this degree. In the back of his head, he heard the voice coming back. “Do it, ya know ya wanna.” Every time he tried ignoring it, it got louder. He eventually couldn’t fight back anymore and gave in.

Grooves padded into the restroom, having just taken a break from shooting. He was...somewhat happy with his current script, but sadly it was too late to change it. As he went to go into one of the stalls, he saw something pooling near the door of the stall next to him. He thought it was just water, then the smell hit. His breath hitched; had someone gotten hurt? He steeled himself, knocking gently. “Hello? Is someone in there? Are-Are ya hurt?” Grooves asked gently. He didn’t get a response. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. No response, that’s not good. Grooves knocked again, harder this time. “Darlin’, if you’re hurt, I can go get help.” Grooves said calmly. Still no response. Great. Now he was INSANELY worried. He remembered the stall; the large one at the back. He went to grab assistance from the receptionist to open the stall.

“Hello? Little Chirper? Can ya unlock the door for us please? DJ Grooves is worried about ya.” The receptionist called. No response. “I can’t reach over. besides, climbing over is a liability.” The receptionist sighed. The Conductor walked in, jumping in surprise that the bathroom was this busy.

“Toilet trouble?” He asked. Grooves shook his head.

“Someone’s locked themselves in and we can’t get their attention. They seem to be hurt.” Grooves explained. The Conductor’s breath hitched. Hunter never came back from the bathroom.

“Move.” The Conductor breathed shakily.

“What?” Grooves asked, confused.

“I SAID MOVE!!” Conductor said, getting a running start from the back of the room. Grooves and the receptionist yelped in surprise, pressing themselves against the other stalls to get out of the way. As the Conductor’s foot made contact with the stall door, it flew off the hinges, smashing against the wall with a crash. The Conductor got up and looked around, gaze landing on the front of the toilet. “Oh....this cannae be happening....” The Conductor gasped. Grooves and the receptionist poked in.

“What’s the matter, Conductor, Darling?” Grooves asked.

“Me bag.” The Conductor croaked out. Grooves was confused.

“What?” Grooves asked.

“Go, and grab me bag!!!!” The Conductor snapped. Grooves jumped.

“Darling, is everything okay?”

“GROOVES, GO GRAB ME BAG NOW, A LIFE IS ON THE LINE HERE!!!!” The Conductor yelled. Grooves jumped, nodding and hurrying off. The Conductor hugged Hunter closely, humming a tune.

“Hush now little one, it’s okay....~! Keep on breathing, it’s just another day....~! I’m here to keep the bad dreams at bay....~! The monsters under the bed aren’t here to stay....~! I’m here, I’ll always be near....~! There’s nothing to fear....~! To me heart, you’re very dear...~! In me sky, you’re the sun, stars, and moon....~! For you to stay with me, I’d ask for no other boon...~! Call for me, I’ll be there soon...~! I know that our hearts beat in tune....~!” The Conductor hummed softly, rocking back and forth, hugging Hunter.

Grooves raced around the owl express, searching for the Conductor’s bag. “U-Um, hello?” An express owl called.

“Oh! Hello! I’m just looking for the Conductor’s bag, you haven’t seen it anywhere, have you?” Grooves asked.

“Wh-Why?” The owl asked.

“It’s an emergency, darlin’.” Grooves explained. The owl saw the concern through his glasses and took him to the bag.

The Conductor started worrying as time passed. “Come on, Grooves...where are ya, ya peckneck.....” The Conductor winced. He looked down, seeing how deep Hunter went. There was so much blood...there was SO. MUCH. BLOOD. He would HAVE to call an ambulance if Grooves didn’t hurry his duff up. Grooves returned as swiftly as he could with the bag.

“Here, Darlin’.” Grooves said handing it over.

“Thank you, Grooves.” The Conductor said, pulling out some gauze and medical tape, starting to bandage up Hunter’s arms.

“Is he...?” Grooves asked nervously.

The Conductor dropped the tape, making sure he got everywhere. “Receptionist, call an EMT, we have an emergency here. He’s lost too much and he cannae stay awake for very long periods of time.” The Conductor ordered. The receptionist was shocked. “Well?! Get moving!!” The Conductor snapped.

“Right away!” The Receptionist said, speeding off. The Conductor rubbed Hunter’s head, hoping to wake him up.

“C...Conductor...? Why....Why are you here...?” Hunter choked.

Conductor smiled weakly. “I heard there was a party in here, so I decided to join the fun.” He said, attempting to lighten the mood. Hunter looked him over.

“Oh no....your poor shirt and tie....!” Hunter lamented.

“What, these old things? Please, I can just wash them when I get home.” The Conductor smiled. Hunter frowned, eyes drooping. “Lad, no, don’t black out on me again!” The Conductor begged. Hunter’s breathing seemed to be more ragged, more harsh. He was visibly struggling to stay awake.

“I’m sorry......the voices-they wouldn’t stop.....” Hunter coughed.

The Conductor hushed Hunter. “Save it lad, ye need to save yer energy. Just stay awake fer me, alright lad?” The Conductor pleaded.

“I’m so tired, Conductor...I’m so tired of hurting…” Hunter wheezed. The Conductor’s gaze softened, hoping to relax Hunter.

“Aye, I know, lad, but ye just got ter hold on a wee bit longer, alright?” The Conductor asked, holding his hand. Hunter coughed and The Conductor winced at the harsh sound.

“I’m...so sorry...I’m so sorry I slipped….” Hunter apologized. The Conductor frowned.

“Lad, stop with this apologetic nonsense. You’re nae at fault. If anyone in this room is at fault, it’s me. I shouldae come here to check on yer after the first hour passed.” The Conductor scolded.

Hunter shook himself awake, vision starting to blur again. “I just wanna sleep...” Hunter whimpered. 

“Not yet, lad...Please...Hold on...” The Conductor pleaded.

“You look so blurry...I....” Hunter started before blacking out.

“LAD!!!!” The Conductor yelped. Medics rushed in, taking Hunter out to an ambulance, The Conductor following inside to keep Hunter company on the ride to the hospital. “It’s gonna be okay lad...I promise...!”

(Timeskip a few days.)

Hunter woke up, arms sore and barely able to feel his hands. When he looked at them, they were tightly wrapped in medical tape, stained red. Seems that they weren’t replaced. What happened though....?

“Lad! Yer okay!” The Conductor beamed. 

“Heya bud...! What happened exactly...?” Hunter asked.

“Ye slipped again, but we got to ye in time!” The Conductor explained. Hunter looked at his arms in disappointment.

“........Dammit.” Hunter cursed.

“Lad, it’s okay...! We all slip sometimes...! What matters is that we got to ye in time to prevent anything worse from happening...!” The Conductor comforted.

“I was clean for almost a month this time, Conductor!!! I was SO CLOSE!!” Hunter snapped.

“Lad, it’s okay, we’re in the here, we’re in the now, all that matters is that you’re okay...!” The Conductor stressed.

“ But I-” Hunter started.

“I wouldn’t recommend fighting him on this, Darlin’.” Hunter looked at the doorway. Grooves visited..! “You’ll only lose~!” Grooves teased.

“Grooves...? What’re ya doin’ here...?” Hunter asked.

“Visitin’ a close friend of course~! He’s a super cool guy who’s super good at animating~! His name begins with ‘H’ and rhymes with punter~!” Grooves teased.

“Oh shut up, Groovypants...!” Hunter chuffed. Grooves ruffled Hunter’s hair, earning a squeak of disapproval. 

“Still calling me Groovypants, huh, Darlin’? I guess I can still call ya ‘Little Bro’ then, huh?” Grooves joked. 

“Not little, not your brother..!” Hunter peeped.

“Well, you’re five foot three, I’m five foot six, you’re smaller than me, so you’re little~!” Grooves beamed.

“How’s everyone been holdin’ up without me?” Hunter asked.

“Darlin’, everyone’s been down in the dumps without ya! Even good ol’ Conductor~!” Grooves grinned. The Conductor’s face heated up to a bright orange.

“Well-I mean...” The Conductor stammered, all knowledge of the english language failing him.

“Really...?” Hunter asked.

Grooves nodded, grin growing wider. “This whole time with ya in here has just been him bein’ all like,” Grooves cleared his throat. “ ‘I cannae wait until me Hunter returns, this workplace is garish and borin’ without ‘im!!’ “ Grooves said, putting on his best Conductor voice.

“He said that...?” Hunter blushed.

“Well, that’s a bit exaggerating...!” The Conductor stuttered.

“Darlin’, he loves ya! He can’t wait for ya to recover and come back to work!” Grooves beamed.

The Conductor’s face was a bright orange. “Grooves!!!” He blurted out.

“Get well soon, darlin’! We all miss ya!” Grooves said. “Conductor darlin’, everyone said it’s okay if ya can’t make it to the shoot today, they understand that you’re not quite in the right mindset to work right now!” Grooves informed.

“Thanks, lad...” The Conductor sighed.

Grooves smiled, waving before walking out.

“So, ya missed me, huh?” Hunter smiled.

The Conductor’s face somehow heated up more and his ears flopped down. “N-Now wait a minute-” 

“Conductor, it’s fine! It’s...Actually really sweet!” Hunter smiled.

“Well....Ye do have this...Positive air to ye...” The Conductor stammered.

“Awww~!” Hunter teased.

“Shut up, lad...!” The Conductor “rolled his eyes”

“Also bud, guess what~!” Hunter grinned.

“What?” The Conductor asked.

“Ya just talked with DJ Grooves and never ONCE called him a peckneck~! You’re goin’ soft~!” Hunter teased.“WELL I NEVER!!!! HE’S A NO GOOD PECKNECK!!! HE’S A FILTHY PECKNECK OF A MOON PENGUIN IS WHAT HE IS!!! HE’S A COWARD!!! HE’S A SAD EXCUSE FOR A MOVIE DIRECTOR!!!” The Conductor jabbed.

“Conductor...” Hunter sighed, shaking his head. As The Conductor continued ranting, Hunter tapped him on the shoulder.

“What?” He pipped. Hunter stole his hat, holding it just out of his reach. “HEY!!” He squawked. Hunter laughed, dangling it just out of his reach.

“What’s wrong bud~? Just grab it~!” Hunter teased.

“I’M TRYING!!” He pipped, reaching as far as he could. Hunter laughed as he was barely brushing his fingers against the brim of the cap. In a last stitch effort, he pecked a quick smooch to Hunter’s cheek, shocking him at the sudden gesture and freezing him long enough for him to steal his hat back. “That’s what ye get, ye handsome devil!” He peeped. Hunter’s face was covered with a bright blue blush. The Conductor laughed at his reaction. Hunter was starstruck. His crush liked him back?!? And SMOOCHED him?!? Good thing he was in the hospital, cause he could pass out due to heart failure any second now!! “Lad? Lad? Lad, are ye okay? Did I overstep me boundaries?” The Conductor asked, worried at Hunter spacing out.

Hunter shook his head. “I’m fine, Conductor!” He said, knowing full well that he was indeed, not fine in the SLIGHTEST.

[guardians-of-blood]

More incorrect quotes! Hooray! (i will add the title later)

Ray: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Tsubasa: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Ray, desperately, as Tsubasa bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Tsubasa: Oh! B positive.

Ray: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Tsubasa:

Mars: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Kuno: I think you mean cards.

Mars, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

Pluto: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Mars: Stop romanticizing the past.

Ray: Where are you going?

Tsubasa: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Kayda, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Vian: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Kayda, with the tone of someone who is used to Vian: Outstanding.

Kayda: This is what I’m talking about people.

Pyrrhus: Vian was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Vian: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Pyrrhus: Vian, you ate a chair.

Tsubasa: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Kuno's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

Nina: What's wrong with you?

Celeste: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

Tsubasa, texting Ray: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater…

Ray′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later.

*Later*

Ray, texting back: Fuck you.

Celeste: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact.

Burnet: ...All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Celeste: I wish I was a dinosaur.

Valkyrie: Why? Cause they're big and scary?

Celeste: Because they're dead.

Ray: I failed my safety training course today.

Tsubasa: Why, what happened?

Ray: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?"

Tsubasa: And?

Ray: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

Tsubasa: We all have our demons.

Tsubasa, grabbing Ray: This one’s mine.

"I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Ray."

- Tsubasa Amanogawa

Tsubasa: I have an idea.

Ray: A good idea?

Tsubasa: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

"You know what’s funny about Ray? He's my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt him is someone I’d murder, probably."

- Tsubasa Amanogawa

Tsubasa: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Tsubasa: Not you Ray. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Ray: I have no fears.

Kuno: What if one day you woke up and Tsubasa was taller than you?

Ray: I have one fear. 

*on Ellen*

Ellen: So I hear you tweet about wanting to die

Celeste: haha yeah, I do

*Death comes out, creeps up behind her*

Celeste: omg Ellen you didn't 

Kayda: Weird. All my shirts are disappearing.

Noir and Pyrrhus: *wearing Kayda’s shirts for the 5th time in a row* Spooky. 

Celeste: Does anyone have any questions?

Basil: *Stands up* Okay, well I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been going through a lot lately.

Celeste: That’s not a question.

Basil: And I know you’ve often wondered: “Who is Basil, really?”

Noir: Nope, never.

Tsubasa: Until February, I thought your name was Jasper.

Basil: You know, there are times when I look out these windows, and I know you’re all thinking, “What makes the measure of this man?”

Mars: Oh my god, you’d better be dying!

Basil: Look, I’m telling you all, with pride and excitement… and a lot of pride, about the new and improved Basil. Noir, give me a beat!

Noir: Sorry, what?

Basil: When somebody asks for a beat you just, you don't ask a lot of questions. You just get down on it.

Noir: Oh, you want, like, a syncopated thing or, like, a vibey thing?

Basil: Just do it. Hmm? *Basil sings '80s pop rock song about being Bisexual*

*All the Dreamseekers stare at him*

Basil: Oh, come on. You guys aren’t weirded out because I’m bisexual, are you?

Pyrrhus: No, we’re weirded out by the fact that you interrupted the meeting to tell us that.

Celeste: Anyone have questions? Besides Basil, who seems to think that every Dreamseeker meeting is about him for some reason. 

Noir: *Having an existential crisis* Do you know… what it’s like to be afraid of yourself?

Vian, thinking about that time he ate an entire family sized bag of doritos in one evening: God dude I sure do. 

Feliks: Shit, I’m late for school!

Feliks: Oh wait, I’m 20.

Feliks: I’M A TEACHER!!! 

Vian: A spoonful of Nutella counts as lunch, right?

Pyrrhus: Vian, that will kill you.

Vian: I'm only allergic to like four things in it.

Pyrrhus: VIAN!!!!

*somewhere else*

Noir, terrified: What was that?!

Kayda: That was the call of someone who is very pissed and on a mission to fuck someone up.

Basil: So, how’d you convince all of them to betray me? What’d you offer them?

Chalcedony: I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes.

"bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches"

- Kuno Aurich

"So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress"

- Raymond 'Ray' Seidel

Vian: Yum, thanks!

Kidnapper: *puts more tape over his mouth* I said stop eating it.

Tsubasa: *writing a letter*

Tsubasa: Dear Santa,

I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty...

And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

Ray: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

Tsubasa: All I drank was Redbull!

Ray: How many?

Tsubasa: Eighteen

Tsubasa: Hey, are you okay?

Ray: Yeah.

Tsubasa: You don't look okay...

Ray: Then stop looking.

Mars: Fight me!

Pluto, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

Tsubasa: I'm going to fight the next person who insults Ray.

Ray: I hate myself.

Tsubasa: Alright, square up.

Pluto: Know why I called you in here?

Mars: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Pluto: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Pluto: When's the last time you slept?

Mars: Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Pluto: A few- how many?!

Mars: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

Pluto: What you need is sleep!

Kuno: When you’re gay in your house with nobody else, you’re homolone

Ray: When you’re bi and there’s nobody else around, you’re biyourself

Basil: Please stop

Feliks: Top 30 reasons Feliks is sorry. Number 5 will surprise you.

Mikael: TOP 30 ANIME DEATHS. NUMBER 1, YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!

Leni: Ray, are you high?

Ray: Am I what?

Leni: High.

Ray: Hi.

Pluto: So what’s for dinner?

Mars, staring at the food he just burnt: Regret.

Pluto: Am I in trouble?

Mars: Take a guess.

Pluto: No?

Mars: Take another guess.

Pluto, standing with his back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Mars.

Mars: How did you do that without turning around?

Pluto: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Pluto: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Mars: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

Pluto: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

Mars: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Pluto: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Mars: No! Four to five seconds!

Pluto: Too late!!!

Pluto: I was arrested for being too cool.

Mars: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Pluto: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Mars: Thank you

Pluto: I didn't say that was a good thing

Mars: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Pluto: Okay, truth or dare?

Mars: Truth

Pluto: How many hours have you slept this week?

Mars:

Mars: ...Dare

Pluto: Go to bed.

Mars: I don’t like this game.

Mars: I’m going to take you out

Pluto: great, it’s a date!

Mars: I meant that as a threat.

Pluto: See you at five!

Mars: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Pluto: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Mars: Absolutely not.

Pluto: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Mars: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Pluto: Okay, help me please!

Mars: Got two words for you.

Pluto: I bet they won't be helpful.

Mars: Your problem.

Pluto: I was right

Kuno: Why did you give Luth a knife?

Tsubasa: He felt unsafe.

Kuno: Now I feel unsafe.

Tsubasa: Sorry.

Tsubasa: Want a knife?

[welovekpopscenarios]

Time (Kyung x Reader)

Admin: Candi Request: “Hey!! Can I request being a backup dancer for Block B and falling for Kyung? - anon” Fandom: Block B Member/reader: Kyung x Reader Genre: Angst (im sorry if you wanted fluff omg) Warnings: None Words: 2.2k Authors note: I love writing for Block B because there’s fuck all on tumblr so don’t be shy guys!

           The day you got the place as a backup dancer for Block B was probably one of the happiest days of your life. You trained for years, you loved to dance and when you saw posters around the city announcing that they’re looking for backup dancers for Block B you threw yourself at the opportunity. Once the day arrived you remember the cold sweat dripping down your back and the nerves stirring up in your stomach. What came as a surprise and definitely didn’t help your anxiety was that Block B were actually the ones judging the performances, not their managers.

           You remember Zico introducing himself and the group, everyone was extremely nice and encouraging but because you were their fan for years their encouraging words didn’t help, you felt like screaming and you wanted to leave at once. The realization that you have to perform right there and there hit once the music came on and you stood as still as a rock. The group started whispering and your anxiety grew bigger.

           “Shit, I’m sorry!” You shouted. “I’m just nervous, I didn’t realize you’ll be watching my audition. Let me start again.” The group smiled at you and the music started up again. You took a deep breath and nailed your audition. You still remember how impressed everyone looked and they took you on straight away, they didn’t want you to wait for a phone call, they needed you to start immediately.  

           And now you’re here, dancing for them for the past year, the time went by so fast you barely even noticed its already been so long. Every day you loved coming into work and getting to hang with everyone and learn new dance routines. The other backup dancers didn’t seem to be as close to Block B as you were, it seemed like the guys took a liking to you and kind of forgot about the others but you didn’t mind, it meant getting to spend more time with them and most important with Kyung.

           Ever since you got to know them you were quite interested in Kyung and the stupid innocent crush started developing into something much deeper. You were starting to fall for him and you felt so ashamed, how could this ever work? Firstly, he probably didn’t feel the same way and secondly, you’re both so busy with work it would be damn near impossible. The best thing to do was to hide your feelings away and let them linger through you whenever he brushed his hand off yours, made eye contact with you, smiled at you, it was almost painful but you weren’t ready to risk your friendship with him.

           Their comeback was coming up very soon and everyone was working as hard as ever, nailing the dance routines so when the comeback hits you can all perform to promote the album. Work started to drain you, you weren’t getting enough rest, no one was, especially the boys. You felt sorry for yourself but one day the group came into the dance studio looking like actual zombies, between the interviews, appearances and practice they had absolutely no time to sleep, rest or eat.

           You were the first one in the studio and when they came in they didn’t even acknowledge you . You walked over to them to make sure they’re okay.

           “Guys, do you need anything?” You ask.

           “I need a lot of things but sleep is probably at the top of my list.” Ukwon says. The rest of the group hummed in agreement. You started thinking of ways to help them so you ran to the little staff room area and made everyone coffee.

           “Would you want to come over to my house today? I’ll make you dinner and you can hide away in my place. No paparazzi to be seen in my estate anyway!” You suggest. The guys look at each other and they grow fond of the idea.

           “Sounds good, it’ll be nice to have peace and quiet for one evening.” Jaehyo says.

           “Great! You can go to your places and take showers and stuff before coming to mine. It’ll take me a while to make dinner anyway.” You smile at them and go back to warming up before practice.

           After practice, you left the studio in a rush in order to make it back home and make an amazing dinner for the group. On your way home, you picked up several ingredients you needed to make a simple chicken noodle soup and japchae, you felt like a mother taking care of their kids.

 Kyung: We’ll be there in 15 minutes :)

Y/N: Awesome! Everything is nearly ready.

             You set the table and put on a movie so there’d be a relaxed atmosphere once they came in and all they could smell was the dinner. Several minutes later they all showed up and thanked you for the generous invite.

           “This is so nice of you Y/N, we’re so thankful!” Kyung grabbed your hand and smiled at you. Your heart jumped to your throat and all you could do is smile back at him without saying anything. He was always so caring and considerate, whenever you were down he’d show up out of nowhere and stay with you until you were okay, even if it was something small and stupid, he’d always be able to brighten your day. The days you spent together alone in the studio practicing by yourself is what really brought you closer to him, the alone sessions eventually turned into messing around, tickling, play fighting and having deep conversations with each other.

           “Please, take a seat and enjoy the food, there’s enough for everyone, I doubt you’re going to finish it all.” You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly, realizing how much food you made.

           “Don’t underestimate us Y/N.” Pyo turned around.

           They all enjoyed their food and licked the plates clean, there was no food left to your surprise so as soon as they all finished and passed out in their places you began to quietly clean up.

           “Let me help you with that.” Zico said quietly trying to not wake up the other members.

           “Oh, you really don’t have to it’s okay!”

           “I kind of have to talk to you about something.”

           Those words never failed to make you anxious, his face was serious and you just walked straight to the kitchen while he followed you. You placed the dirty dishes in the sink and slowly turned around, the gut wrenching feeling inside you didn’t make anything easier on you.

           “When are you going to tell him?” Zico starts and the knot in your stomach tightens.

           “Tell who what?” You play dumb and try your best not to seem nervous.

           “Y/N… I’m not as clueless as the others. You’re so into Kyung, I gag at it honestly.” He laughs and you hit his shoulder.

           “Oh my God, shut up!” You cover your mouth. “I don’t know Zico, it’s a bad time, with your comeback and all… I think you have enough to be stressing about. I don’t need to bring it up to him just yet.”

           “Your call!” Zico washed the dishes for you and made his way into the living room while you stayed in the kitchen. You sat at the table where you had a clear view of the TV and sleeping Kyung, you basked at the sight but it wasn’t long before you fell asleep yourself. Once you woke up you noticed a note on the table next to you.

Hey Y/N, thank you so much for the dinner and the movie. We’re sorry we fell asleep and didn’t get to watch it but it was still really nice of you. We didn’t want to wake you up so we just left once everyone woke up. We’ll see you tomorrow Y/N!

-Zico

You smiled at the note and went into your bedroom to throw yourself on the bed and get consumed by your sheets and your dreams. The next few days were going to be hard, there was a performance you had to do tomorrow as a teaser and a promo for the comeback so you needed your rest for it.

The next day you got up and got ready quite quickly, you had no time to waste seeing as it was an important performance and a lot of people were going to be there. You made it to the hall and went backstage where you met everyone. The group was getting their makeup done and the dancers were putting on their outfits.

“Hey Y/N! Like my hair?” Kyung smiled.

“I love you.”

“W-what?”

You realized what you said and you wanted to run away.

“I love IT HA HA, I LOVE IT!” You practically shout in his face and run away to put on your outfit. Kyungs eyes followed you, not exactly sure as to what happened. Zico laughed to himself and the others didn’t even notice you came in. 

           “And today I am happy to announce that Block B are giving us a taste of what their comeback is going to look like.” The presenter said, that was your call, you all hurried to the stage and did your bit. Throughout the whole performance, Kyung tried his best to catch your eye but you were ignoring him to your best ability. You couldn’t get over how stupid and easily avoidable that was but you were ready to face the consequences. After the show you all went backstage where the group got touched up and the backup dancers weren’t needed anymore so you got to go home.

           “Y/N?” Kyung came up behind you.

           “I’m sorry for what I said earlier haha, I’m just tired and stuff my words got mixed up!” You were a terrible liar and Kyung could see right through you.

           “We need to talk.” His face dark and his tone serious. “I talked to Zico.” He continued and he didn’t need to say anything else, you stood still and it felt like cold water was flushed all at once over your frozen body.

           “We can talk later, you need to go now!” You grabbed your things and ran towards the nearest exit, your heart pounding and ready to come out your chest. How were you going to explain you have been in love with him for a year now? He seemed so cold and serious, he definitely didn’t feel the same way.

           At home, you turned on the TV and watched Block B do the rest of the show, they gave interviews, took photos and were expected to be at a party that their manager threw for them so your body turned into a soft noodle knowing you won’t have to face him today. You decided to bake some cookies and stay in today, after the little encounter you weren’t up for seeing people and you weren’t expecting anyone so it was a good day to treat yourself.

           After about an hour or so, someone knocked on your door. You walked over and once your eyes met Kyungs you were lost for words, you couldn’t even ask him what he was doing here.

           “I told you we need to talk.” He began. “Listen, Zico told me everything and I’m not stupid either, I sort of knew.” He scratched the back of his head and you sat down quietly. “Y/N it’s just too complicated, you’re such a sweet person and I do love you with all my heart but we work together, we see each other every day and with the comeback and our future projects coming up I don’t see how I could make time to make you as happy as you deserve to be.” He kept his eyes on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, the lump in your throat grew bigger and you had to be strong and hold back the tears. “I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear but I have to be honest with you.”

           “It’s fine.” You take a deep breath and look up at him with a smile.

           “W-what?”

           “It’s okay! I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and I told Zico that I know it’s too much right now since you’re working hard towards the comeback and stuff. I’ll be okay.”

           “I’m really sorry Y/N.”            “I told you, I’m fine. Now go, you have a party to go to.” You schoo’ed him out of your apartment and quickly shut the door after him. Your hands were shaking and your legs were starting to disobey. You slid down the door and curled into a ball on the cold wooden floor. The pain you were experiencing in your heart didn’t feel real, the whole situation didn’t feel real. Your cries were silent, your breath so uneven it left you gasping for air. Eventually, the cries became louder, the more you thought about what he said the more it hurt, you couldn’t come to terms with what he said, you knew it wasn’t going to be a happy ending but that small part of you was hopeful and it was all for nothing. You were so angry for letting yourself fall for him.

But hey, time heals all wounds, doesn’t it?