#yes this happened to me

[dimestoretajic]

when the meta makes it obvious what morph creature opponent is playing

[runituptheflagpole]

Sending my love to directioners with insensitive people in their lives who are making stupid jokes about Liam's death. You don't deserve this and you are 200% allowed to walk away and/or get angry at them.

[lanterns-and-lightmares]

Not to get political here, but I think if there’s a non-drill lockdown at someone’s school, I think it’s a bad sign if the instinctive response is not to wonder what’s happening, but instead to text their friends and family that they love them.

[whumpanini]

Today's whump post is brought to you by: me, delirious from fever a few years ago.

Whumpee stubbornly does not recognize that something is wrong until their fever is so bad that they just know they need a doctor.

They call Caretaker who is busy and can't look after them until a later date or after work, etc. So they suggest that Whumpee take themselves to a walk-in clinic for quick treatment.

Delirious from fever, Whumpee hears "walk-in" and decides to walk the few blocks to the hospital, thinking that it's not a big deal since it's pretty close. The summer heat makes them dizzy and by the time they stumble into the hospital, they are flushed and sweating profusely.

The doctor sees this and their vitals show an incredibly high fever and high heart rate, along with pretty intense dehydration. They get put on fluids and Caretaker arrives to see them hooked up to an IV and unconscious in the hospital bed, making them realize how bad their sickness really was. Guilt overcomes them as they realize they brushed off Whumpee when they needed help, forcing them to take care of themselves or likely die.

[legoes]

reminder to self shippers that i feel is kinda obvious: don’t reblog shared f/o content from someone else that’s uncomfortable. especially if you don’t follow them and only interact with them to reblog said content.

[siya-sayani]

When that emotionally closed off guy friend who never compliments you , hears you ranting "mai janti hu mai Bala ki khubsoorat nhi hu" and he instantly replies "khubsoorat to tum ho ye jhoot nhi h" aaaaahhhhh wtfff I meannnn 😩😩

[hallowissmol]

me when i throw up right in front of the pizza place i just ate at

[11x13kyle]

the first pride month after kyle comes out as gay sheila attempts to bake him some rainbow challah but it comes out murky swampy green and kyle has to smile and go “thanks ma it’s perfect i love it :)” bc she did TRY!

[something-in-your-walls]

does EVERY family have an ultra religious grandma who preaches 'gods word' 24/7 who makes you sleep on an air mattress with PAPER THIN blankets when you sleep over at her house and every minute you spend with her for those 3 days makes you feel like you're slowly going insane, or is that just happening to me because I did something that god hated? /hj

[sparklebyte]

I swear nothing will be funnier to me than walking down a hallway, earbuds in my ear and Gimme More by Britney Spears playing on my phone as I head to Spanish class.

[risingsunresistance]

you guys can see this too bc even tho i was wrong i think it's funny

[saenggakeun]

Attending my church by myself: lovely and nuanced sermon about caring for neighbors and being like Jesus

Bringing a friend to church: “ghosts might be real”

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i would say that, mentally speaking, i'm in a good place right now! physically of course, the crows continue their chanting,

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[jack-o-laa]

Man i love fishing

[evilmafuyu666]