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Commission completed by @autumn-sacura Story: The Derelicts (American Gods Voltron AU) Chapter 8: What Voices Whisper?
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Clean Post for art appreciation (because it deserves it!)
Commission completed by @autumn-sacura Story: The Derelicts (American Gods Voltron AU) Chapter 8: What Voices Whisper?
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🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂 Imagine you came home from work and the second you opened the door you just knew that something was off. “Michael?” You called out for your boyfriend but all you got back was dome shuffling around from the living room. You threw your handbag in the hallway and walked in on your boyfriend laying on the floor with at least 6 kittens stepping around on his long body. He was smiling from ear to ear and obviously he was too busy petting the kittens to even notice that you can home and called our for him. “Michael… Where do all these kittens come from?!” You asked a bit astonished. Finally Michael heard you and sat up so fast, that the kitten that was standing on his chest the moment before fell down in his lap. “There is a perfect explanation for all this!” He said frowning. “Go ahead. I’m really curious.” You said and crossed your arms to look more serious. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the kittens, but your landlord didn’t accept pets in his apartments. “I was on a coffee-run when I came past the box full of kittens.” He pointed to a cardboard box with a sign on the side saying ‘free kittens’. “I couldn’t jidt leave them. The owner wasn’t even there. He just say them there and left them. And I couldn’t just leave them like that. And it would be cruel to just pick one and let the rest stay. It’s like picking which one could live and the rest die and…” He mumbled off without looking at you. “So you took them all with you.” You finished hos sentence and looked around at all the kittens. “Look at them y/n! Are you able to put them back out on the street?” Michael held up a kitten against you and you picked it up and held it against you. You sighed. “They are cute, but you should have taken them to a shelter or something. You know we can’t have them.” “But they kill them there too!” Michael cried out and took two more kittens onto his lap. “Look we can’t keep them. Eventually you will go on tour.” “You can take care of them!” “I’m not taking care of 6 cats!” but at that statement Michael looked at you like a little sad boy with big puppie eyes. “Okay… If you can keep them out of sight of the landlord you can foster them! But only for a short while. You can use some of your celebrity powers to find them a good home.” You sat the kitten down again as Michael lightened up in a smile again. “That’s a good idea! But can we keep one? Please?!” “But the landlord…” “We’ll move! Y/n i really want a cat.” The fact that he was willing to move just to keep one of the kittens told you that he must mean it. “If you really want to.” You finally agreed with him. He took the kittens in his arms so he could get up and give you a quick kiss. “Now you have to decide which one to keep.” You said leaving him alone which the tough decision that made him cry out more than once. It was clear that he wanted to keep all the kittens to himself. -Hell
anonymous asked:
reasons: im apart of the black community and mental illness is not only looked down upon as ""the devil"" it often gets written off and my parents won't support me seeing a professional, fear of being misdiagnosed, being told i don't know what im saying even though i do know what im saying. im the only one who can even decipher what's going on in this shit storm i call a brain. fuck anti self-dx individuals tbfh
Why you prefer self diagnosis/Why you can’t be professionally diagnosed
Vent no. 25 :(
I genuinely feel like such a terrible person and friend. I never know what to say but I could at least try you know? I hate how I always come across as being so disrespectful and condescending whenever I communicate, and how it takes me so long to try and think of what to say yet I’m always so wrong in how I word things. It’s like I can never be right. I hate how much emphasis I put on myself, like someone could be going through something awful and I’ll find a way to make it about me by only focusing on how I come across in the situation.
I hate how much I lie and deceive the people who trust me just because I want to get my way, and it genuinely makes me really sad sometimes but I feel like I can’t stop. I’m so selfish and anytime I want to genuinely do good for someone else I feel like deep down inside, it’s just a terrible part of me that does it because it has to “make up” for all of the bad things I’ve done.
I hate how whiny and completely ignorant I am a majority of the time when it comes to expressing my emotions. I can’t stand the fact that I cry anytime I get frustrated, it makes me look like a child (because I honestly act like one based on what I’m told) and how completely rude I become when I get mad at my family.
I feel like I’ll never be able to have any real friends besides the one and only friend that has stuck by my side for years now, but that’s only because she’s literally the most understanding and easy-going person in the world. Any other people would simply find me insufferable to deal with and would likely just pretend to still be my friend after a while. I’m just a huge downer and my family would agree with this as I always just bring people down to a place they don’t want to be. I’ve been told to speak my mind but now I’m too outspoken and I’m just annoying. Heck even venting right now I’m annoyed with just how much I’m complaining.
I feel like I ruin everything by making people feel uncomfortable (mostly from my 3d) and I can never get a grip that’s needed for me to change. I say I want to, but I really don’t because I always end up making excuses or take the lazy and ineffective way out. I’m also a huge hypocrite. I criticize others in my mind for what they say and how they act and yet I’m just as bad if not worse. I try to suppress my thoughts, but they always come back and I don’t know why.
Why am I like this? :(
No Tumblr I did not want to see screws in someones mouth
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Hi Taylor, If you log back on I would really appreciate it if you would go and read this post.
Please & Thank You Taylor Love, Sammie
I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know how to get her to see my post. It’s been almost 8 months now and it has almost 800 notes and she still hasn’t seen it :’( I don’t think she’s ever going to see it.