#i have to get up at 9 for laundry and its like 12am falls to my knees

[rangerdew]

(CONTEXT a mutual of mine is making stuff for an au about tripitaka & sun wukong being in an abusive rship & it got this anon but i didnt want to bother it by going in its inbox & also just wanted to ramble. its late)

PART 1: this is dumb bc anon’s criticism is non-engagement w both the source material & what they’re criticizing in the first place.

i dont think that this anon is treating jttw as a Work that is to be engaged with and deconstructed. it’s true that it’s really difficult to engage with asian works in a way that doesn’t end up falling into IMO patterns of racism bc we live in a society but this mode of non-engagement out of ‘respect’ is imo disrespectful in and of itself. we shouldn’t shy from engaging with things because we’re scared of being disrespectful. not engaging will make it harder to break any patterns of racism bc understanding and engaging is where that kind work lives

PART 2: but also if you’ve even seen op’s au its an active act of engagement with the work. it’s a very INTERESTING reinterpretation/interpretation of subjects presented in the work. it rekindled my interest in jttw as an adult! & i honestly think it’s really cool that someone is making things like that.

like this is killing me its like Getting me the more i look at it. initially i wasnt gonna comment bc it seemed like a Dumb observation to make like Dumb as in ‘man i dont really care about this’ type & also because honestly i think a part of me was thinking about the modes of engagement/reinterpretation with culturally significant works like jttw thru ‘western’ lens & how that could possibly spell in problematic ways like what those freaks did with Lore Olympus (JOKE THIS IS A JOKE I WOULD TALK MORE ABOUT THIS BUT LIKE I DO NOT MEAN THAT AS A DIRECT COMPARISON) but anon is like not it. like this is crazy. i just get embarrassed bc sun wukong is the name of the guy from all the shows i watched when i was 5. im not like. [staggers weakly] my cultural figurehead sun wukong has been defiled 

#YOU KNOW WHAT IS CRINGE THO! RWBY #RWBY SUN WUKONG #hes not like racist or whatever i just think hes embarrassing #that is not sun wukong. thats michael #ask to tag #also @nerves nebula let me know if u want me to take this down!!!!!!!!!!! #sorry to my friends who i told i was going to sleep #i have to get up at 9 for laundry and its like 12am falls to my knees #i need at least 12 hours of sleep every day #its fine

[bokutosbiceps]

Hey~ I'm new here, but I really wanted someone to write a MidorimaxReader where Shin-chan is trying to comfort his stressed and very sad girlfriend (for no reason in particular), you think you could do it? It would mean the world to me. Thanks, all the love xx

i wrote this specially for you, my sweet. i hope things start to look up and all your headaches and worry warts be gone! enjoy :)

- Admin Pocky

ps. italics are text messages

under the cut for length :)

You sat at your desk, head in your hands, staring at the planner in front of you. You had so much–too much–to do, and no time at all. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a day to yourself, or had a day where you could just sit down and spend time with your boyfriend, whom you hadn’t seen in almost two days.

Remembering you actually had a phone, you scoured your room for it, finding it lying in between a pile of clothes and some papers from last week’s exam study guide.

You tried to turn it on, but from its lack of attention, it turned out to be dead. You plugged it in and went back to your desk, starting to look over the calendar for your class schedule and wondering how in the world you were going to have time to eat, sleep, and breathe.

The myriad of vibrations coming from the pile of laundry scared you almost half to death due to your on-edge state, and once you had calmed down and realized what the noise was from, you walked over to your phone and shifted through the notifications.

You were surprised to find that most of them were from Midorima.

One Week Ago

8:32pm - Y/n-kun, you looked upset at dinner tonight, did I do something wrong?8:40pm - It’s rude to ignore someone who is concerned about you, even if you are mad.9:21pm - I’m going to bed. Please text me when you have sorted out your feelings.

Two Days Ago

6:05am - Y/n-kun, you’re starting to worry me. Please let me know if you’re okay. I will try to wait until you text me back to see you.8:12am - Why are you avoiding me? Y/n-kun, I haven’t even seen you at school for about a week.4:57pm - I guess this is a hint for me to stop bothering you. I just want you to know that I love you, and if I did something wrong I would like for us to talk about it so it won’t happen again in our future.11:42pm - Goodnight, y/n, I love you.

Today

3:16am - Y/n, please, I can’t stop worrying about you. I need to see you, I need to know that you’re okay.7:28am - I spoke to your mother and she says that you’re probably just busy. If that is the case, please let me come over. I can help.10:30am - Listen, y/n, I am a considerate man, you know that. But I am not above coming over to your house uninvited, because I am worried about you.11:46am - I am on my way. I need to make sure you’re okay.

You widened your eyes at Midorima’s last text before glancing at the clock. It was 12:03pm, he was bound to be at your house any minute now. You darted to the bathroom to take a quick look in the mirror, growing even more horrified at your disheveled head of hair and dark circles under your eyes.

You ran back to your room to get your bag of makeup and other things to make it look like you were perfectly fine, but ran straight into someone in the hallway.

You began to fall backwards, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and kept you steady, and pulled you to a strong chest. You knew who it was, but you kept your eyes squeezed shut for fear of what his expression at your appearance may be.

“Y/n, why are your eyes closed? You wouldn’t have run into me if they were open.” Midorima states, still holding on to you. You feel your bottom lip start to tremble and you squeeze your eyes shut even tighter, not wanting to cry in front of your boyfriend.

You didn’t even know why you wanted to cry, the wave of emotion just from seeing him hit you like a tsunami—love, fear, guilt, anxiety, and happiness hit you all at the same time. And before long, you were staining his sweater with your tears and saliva, the tight fist of stress, anxiety, and bottled-up feels finally being unclenched.

Midorima stiffened, not sure as to why you were crying or why he felt so moved by your tears; he sighed and picked you up bridal style, carrying you close to his chest so that your head always had a place to rest. When he reached your room, he kicked the door shut and sat down on your bed, taking in the unkempt state of the room.

Papers from last week’s exam study guide were piled in the corner, your desk was flooded with the planners you kept for your academic, social, and extracurricular activities, and dirty laundry was scattered everywhere. He spotted the phone on its charger in the corn atop a pile of dirty laundry and deduced what had happened. And the fact that your bed didn’t look like it had been slept in for a while.

“Y/n, what’s been going on?” Midorima asked quietly, letting his taped fingers trace your cheekbone lightly. You whimpered at the long-awaited touch of your boyfriend, surprised at his affection and gentle tone. You brought your arms to circle his neck and hugged him as tight as you could, trying to apologize without words.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You choked outenforcing biting back another sob.

“And I, you.” He continued to lightly trace your cheekbone, your jawline, your chin, anywhere that he could see had been tainted by tears.

“I am in way over my head.” You sniffled, letting Midorima go and leaning back to look at him. He looked worried. More worried than you had ever seen him—it was etched into every line and jut of his face. “I have more on my plate than I can handle…and I guess, I thought I could do it, but I ended up just becoming a recluse. And making you worry.”

“Y/n, you know you can’t get rid of me that easily.” Midorima joker unknowingly, making you giggle through the phlegm in your throat. “Why are you laughing, nanodayo?”

“I’m not trying to get rid of you, Shin. I’d never do that.” You sighed and ran a hand through your tangled hair. “And I’m sorry about my phone, I just became to busy and too stressed to even look at it…I never got any of your messages until literally twenty minutes ago.”

“Don’t worry about that now, y/n, that’s in the past. I’m glad to know you’re alive and not mad at me. You are one of the most determined and intelligent people I’ve ever met, and I know you can do a lot of things on your own, but please, remember that you can always come to me when you need anything. ” Midorima is quiet for a moment, and you can feel him tense up again before he lets out a sigh. “I’d do anything for you at this point.” He says slowly.

“Is this your worry talking or…are you sick?”

“I’m being serious, nanodayo. Having you disappear for a week made me realize…how much better it makes my life to have your around. I enjoy your company…and…I need you in my life. Please don’t disappear again.”

You buried your face in your hands for fear of letting your furious blush make your room glow, and felt the wave of tears wash over you again.

“Please don’t make me cry again, Shin.” You laughed, rubbing at your eyes. “I have a lot to do…and I could use your help getting organized.”

“Well then, let’s take a look at these schedules.” Midorima said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, lifting both of you off the bed and setting you on your feet.

“Shin?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#midorima x reader #midorima shintarou #midorima shintaro #midorima #knb #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #knb x reader

[rebelmeg]

Let's Get Personal

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?  Recently, it's been "Secret Love Song" by Little Mix, "Poison" by Rita Ora, "What Ifs" by Kane Brown and Lauren Alaina, "U and Ur Hand" by P!nk, "Perfect Matchup" by Kenny and London Holland, and The Greatest Showman soundtrack 2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?  Robert Downey Jr. 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.  “When was the last night or day you took time off?” 4: What do you think about most?  Writing.  A new idea, a current idea, something I need to jot down, something I need to fix, the one I want to read. 5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?  I'm fine, unless you want the time. 6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?  Underwear. 7: What’s your strangest talent?  Personalizing or adding to things that probably do not need to be personalized.  (The beige Calvin Klein purse was BORING so I defiled something expensive to make it more “me”.) 8: Finish the sentence.  Girls… are strong; Boys… are allowed to be soft. 9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?  Not that I know of. 10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?  I'm not an air guitar person, I have a THING about looking stupid and I’m certain that I can’t pull off looking cool doing air guitar. 11: Do you have any strange phobias?  Nah, just the regular ones. 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?  Don't think so? 13: What’s your religion?  LDS 14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?  Walking to my car. 15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?  Behind, definitely. 16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?  I do hate this question.  I'll go with Queen, it's the first one that popped into my head. 17: What was the last lie you told?  I don't recall. 18: Do you believe in karma?  Eh, sorta 19: What does your URL mean?  I am and have always been a little bit of a rebel. 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?  Weakness, personal motivation and time management.  Strength, creativity. 21: Who is your celebrity crush?  RDJ and Sebastian Stan 22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?  Yep. 23: How do you vent your anger?  Stewing about it, venting to other people. 24: Do you have a collection of anything?  Soooo many collections... I collect shot glasses as my travel souvenir. 25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?  Phone. 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?  For the most part. 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?  Permanent markers on cardboard boxes give me the heebie-jeebie shivers, the sound of a soda pop tab opening a can makes me swoon with happiness. 28: What’s your biggest “what if”?  I'm not sure.  Maybe what if I'd married someone else (not a desire at all, but something I've wondered about from time to time), my life would be entirely different from what it is now. 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?  No and yes, but not in the traditional sense. 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.  The chair next to me on the right, the child that is being clingy on the left. 31: Smell the air. What do you smell?  My house and my perfume. 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?  A casino. 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?  I've never been to the East Coast, so I can't really say. 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?  Oh geez, I don't know. 35: To you, what is the meaning of life?  To do your best, be kind, and be happy. 36: Define Art.  Life made viewable. 37: Do you believe in luck?  Not really. 38: What’s the weather like right now?  Rainstorm is heading this way. 39: What time is it?  9:31 am 40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?  Yep and yep.  Not a big crash, though, minor one.  Fixed the alignment! 41: What was the last book you read?  Currently reading "Blood Fury" by JR Ward 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?  Don't mind it as long as it's not too strong. 43: Do you have any nicknames?  A fair slew.  Meg, Megs, Rebel, Mom, Mama, and then standard endearments. 44: What was the last film you saw?  Geostorm, I think. 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?  Not sure if this counts as an injury, but I ended up in the hospital with a miscarriage that required surgery.  If that doesn't count, I broke my foot falling out of a tree. 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?  Yep!  I found one on the grass once during recess as a kid when it was raining, it was close to getting crushed by the other kids playing ball. I held it cupped in my hands so I could show my teacher, its wings dried while I held it, and it flew away while we all watched. 47: Do you have any obsessions right now?  Fandom ones, heck yeah. 48: What’s your sexual orientation?  Straight. 49: Ever had a rumor spread about you?  Probably. 50: Do you believe in magic?  Everyday magic, yes. 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?  Yeah. 52: What is your astrological sign?  Libra 53: Do you save money or spend it?  I spend like it's burning a hole in my pocket. 54: What’s the last thing you purchased?  Lunch last week. 55: Love or lust?  Love 56: In a relationship?  Yes 57: How many relationships have you had?  Just one serious one. 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?  Not quite. 59: Where were you yesterday?  Home. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?  My elbow is resting on a pair of my daughter's pink underwear. 61: Are you wearing socks right now?  Yep, I love socks. 62: What’s your favorite animal?  Bears, penguins, peacocks, owls, dogs. 63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?  Being kind and friendly. 64: Where is your best friend?  Teaching school. 65: Give me your top 5 favorite blogs on Tumblr.  Oh geez, I can't narrow it down to just five! 66: What is your heritage? Mostly British, good mix of other UK and European ancestors, I’m a 2nd generation American. 67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?  Watching Gilmore Girls and folding laundry. 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?  Don't think he has one. 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?  Of course. 70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?  I hope so. 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?  Save the dog quickly. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die?  Yes, everyone. b) What do you do with your remaining days? Be as happy as possible and spend as much time with the people I love as possible.  c) Would you be afraid?  Heck yes. 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.  A huge part of love IS trust, so love. 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?  Goody Goody by Julie Lavery, it's an upbeat, bouncy song.  (Which is funny, because the lyrics tell a sad story) 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?  Nope, I use it as a passcode for stuff sometimes. 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?  Humor, taking care of each other. 77: How can I win your heart?  Interact with me. 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?  Yep. 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?  To start writing again. 80: What size shoes do you wear?  7 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?  *shrugs* Something nice. 82: What is your favorite word?  Popcorn.  I love the sound and the visual appearance of the way the letters are arranged. 83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.  Love, courage, strength. 84: What is a saying you say a lot?  "Best thing ever!" 85: What’s the last song you listened to?  "Hey Soul Sister" by Train 86: Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?  Purple! 87: What is your current desktop picture?  Shamrocks 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?  I don't know enough to be able to make that decision.  Also, too many corrupt world leaders to narrow it down, I think. 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?  I can think of many. 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?  "I am too tired for this nonsense, either sit down and chill or go downstairs and wait until morning." 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?  Time manipulation without accelerated aging.  I just want to be able to nap whenever I want and have time to catch up on my Netflix list... 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?  The first time my hubby and I held hands when we were dating.  It was perfect and absolutely adorable. 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?  Ugh, I'm not sure, there are two that immediately spring to mind that were pretty awful. 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?  I have no idea. 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?  Europe.  Anywhere in Europe, but particularly the UK. 96: Do you have any relatives in jail?  I don't think so? 97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?  I'm sure I did when I was a kid, but not that I can remember. 98: Ever been on a plane?  Finally went on one for the first time a couple years ago! 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?  Be kind.

#let's get personal #about me

[patiencecharacterhope-blog]

11/14/2019

Well hello there...I can’t believe I was on here a little over a year ago. Maybe it’s the sadness of another year ending with no progress that provokes in me the urge to “desahogarme”. Desahogarme which according to google search means “let off steam”, umm no, it actually means to pour out my feelings. Let me pour out my little heart into this keyboard and give you an update on my life.

First thing is first, I finished by B.S. in Speech Language Pathology with a GPA of 3.89. I applied to two schools last fall and really did not bank on making it due to my low GRE scores. However, with God’s blessing, I MADE IT! I was accepted to both schools, Emerson College (TOP 25 School’s for SLP) and the University of St. Augustine for Health Sciences ( Not even accredited yet, but it is a private grad school offering MS, and Doctorate Programs in OT and PT which is very promising). So which one did I decide to attend...drum roll*

University of St. Augustine for Health Sciences

I am so excited, this school seemed to offer so much of what I want in a program and I am confident that I will do my best here. They also align with my mom/school/wife duties which is very important to me. 

Other than that, I graduated in May with my Bachelor’s degree. Since then I have been staying at home with my toddler which has been a very difficult time for me. I think ... 95% sure I have postpartum. My baby is not the easiest and gets up once a night to drink milk. On the positive side, he turned two, so the crying in the middle of the night that used to make by incus rattle has a much deeper tone which makes it more bearable. Mixing that with my brain which I am pretty sure that it is recovering from a possible stroke I had due to the pre-eclampsia and high blood pressure...I am surviving but this has been the most difficult moments in my life. 

On the bright side, both my babies are thriving. I am taking it one day at a time to be patient and not raise my voice too much. Mikhail just started Karate a little over a month ago and is doing so good academically. We had a parent-teacher conference this past month and he is just so intelligent, everyone sees it. He also won the lunch with the principal award, which I was finally able to attend and see him on stage. Marcel is beginning to say more words and connect words which makes me happy, he says shoes, tu tuu for thank you and loves cocomelon and singing happy birthday. He just got a referral for speech therapy which I hope helps him and helps me help him too. He is so smart and sometimes I feel like I fall so short of being a good mom to him. Oh God please change my heart.

My marriage is still falling through the holes. I feel like it has hardened my heart and I do not want to turn away anymore. It is a constant problem that is making me emotionally and physically ill. Everyday we argue and bicker, everyday it is my fault. Ten years of emotional abuse and when I scream back...how fucking dare I...How dare I be an evil/ bitch...how dare I tell him to shut up when he is cussing for two hours straig* ht at his video games and I tell him to be quiet because it is 12am. How dare I piss him off and now he has no urge to go to work tomorrow? How dare I not finish the laundry and put it away while also taking care of everyone else?

I have realized that for the past 9 years of my life I have turned my eyes from my problems. I look away because if I forgive him internally I can keep going. But I just can't anymore. Therefore I am angry, so angry, I am over him and his daily bullshit. He is not a good father, barely everyn spends time with the kids, he divulges in non stop video games and anime. He comes home and everyday is tired of us before he even makes it through the door.

And a husband?...forget it... sex is one way, for his own pleasure. And that is the only type of loving I will get. He tells me he doesn’t want to hear it when I have something to share with him, or just say something mean to be spiteful. For example the other day, after I found out that a little guy I used to know from middle school was diagnosed with testicular cancer, his response was “ that’s great”....the same fucked up response he gave me when I told him my cousin had cancer. It just made me livid and internally sick, I just wanted to punch him. 

 Looking toward the future, I have two years left to finish my Masters and work as a SLP. I may have to bust my ass but it will be worth it.

I cannot wait to live on my own with my babies...all 4 of them. My two kids and my dogs. A quiet home full of love and mistakes where no one gets punished for being themselves. A place of acceptance and a few stains here in there. Just thinking about a promising future makes me feel better. I see the light at the end of the next two years and its shinning bright.