a friendly tip: if you feel the urge to self harm get an ice cube and hold it in your hand for a while. it relieves the compulsion in a less destructive way. therapists have used this with their patients and i have tried it myself it works pretty well
Okay wow this is now my favourite post on Tumblr. Signal boost into infinity.
My mom’s a therapist and she recommends this to people all the time
You never know if someone needs this. Reblog this, even if its not your ‘blog type’. Just do it.
Yes, please reblog
Do it. Now.
i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many people feel suicidal, and i have too its not dan and phil but i could honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’
Jack didn’t know he was able to blush this shade of red. Too pale to even be able to stand the sun, he stood next to the girl that rocked his dreams and evaded his imaginations privacy. He chest deep in insecurities, wading in the troubled waters of his childhood and drowning in everything he seemed to fail at yet she was always his anchor.
Now he seemed to be hers.
"I don’t think that’s a good idea." He said, his words coming out like dribbling honey; full of stops and starts yet warm and sweet. The girl sighed heavily like a child, leaning more on him as her footing slipped. She had lost her sandals a ways back. Her feet were bare agains the sidewalk as they headed back to their condo.
The four of them rented a condo for spring break, taking to the sunny beaches of California to waste away their days with swimming, bathing suits, drinks and fun. He was warned by Hiccup not to give the blonde more than one drink, her sheltered childhood kept for from gaining a tolerance to the spicy liquor. He thought the by to be too much of a nerd to let loose so he was trying to bring Rapunzel back into the shallow end with him. Jack had been wrong.
She could, in fact, not hold her liquor.
Four drinks in they had all agreed it was time to take her to bed and close out their tabs. He volunteered to head out before them with the blonde beauty. That was another bad choice.
"Why nooot?" She asked with a pretty pout of her full lips.
"Because you’ve been drinking and it wouldn’t be fair."
"But you always kiss drunk girls."
He sputtered for a moment, pausing in his stride to the sea side condo,
"I do not!" He countered.
"Do toooo! The girls in my biology class said they’ve kissed -whoops- you." She giggled as she dripped over a small stone on the sidewalk.
"When?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"At parties." She slurred.
"Tooth." She giggled, "And Elsa."
He rolled his eyes and secured his arms around her waist, “I dated them.”
"Yeah, for like, twenty minutes." She laughed, her cheeks rosy and her lips close to his cheek as she went on her tip toes. She pulled away from him and he barely had time to grab her fingers to pull her back. She giggled again and swung her hips as if they were dancing now. She wore a beautiful floral short dress, thin so she could wear her little pink bikini underneath. Her smile was wide and her eyes gleamed.
How was she this pretty drunk? That should be against the law to be attractive when drunk.
"More like months." He said blandly, letting her skip next to him.
"How many two?" She said, holding up her fingers and swaying a bit. He held her hand tighter.
"Three." He mumbled. His blush only darkened with the realization that his girlfriends never lasted long after all.
"Exactly." She said, her fingers went to blue tank top, her green eyes looked up at him with a mix of playfulness and seduction. At least that’s what he saw.
"So, you can kiss me." She reasoned.
It took everything in him to place his hands in her arms and not just behind her head and pull her towards him. But that was wrong, this was wrong. She was drunk and had no idea what she was saying. He has wanted to kiss her since they met. He’s wanted her for years, dated other girls to see if it was all a phase, but it wasnt. He, Jack Overland, wanted Rapunzel Corona. The motorcycle owning, tattoo baring, mothers worst nightmare wanted the pure hearted, virginal, perfect school girl.
She didnt change for anyone, not even him. She was true to herself in a way he wished he could be sometimes. He admired her as much as he loved her.
"Punzie, I can’t. You’re drunk and you’d hate me tomorrow for kissing you when you werent totally there." He explained, looking at her eyes. He watched as they lost the playfulness and filled with a heavy sadness.
"What is it then?" She asked, "Am I not as pretty as them? Am I not as adventurous or cool? Or funny or smart or interesting or—"
He gave into his dark desires, threw away the morals she had instilled in him for the last two years, swallowed his pride and tossed caution into the air. He kissed her as if he had everything riding on it, as if he had to prove to her that he was worthy of her. That he could give her everything she wanted in a guy. Even with the other girls it was like he was trying to make her look at him! Just to see him, that he was with someone else, to make her jealous! But she only smiled and asked him about his dates.
He wanted so much more.
His lips moved against her, her hands fisted his tank top. His own hands slid up her arms and into her hair, basking in the way she moaned against his lips, the way her back arched. When she swayed a bit, his brain kick started and he remember her inebriated state.
When he pulled away she swayed again with a smile on her face, her lips as red as her cheeks for, their kissing.
"You kissed me."
"You asked me too."
"But I thought I wasn’t—"
"You got it all backwards. They werent you." He smiled at her, running his hand through her blonde tresses. She giggled and threw her arms around him, her bare feet standing on his shoes. He laughed and hugged her back.
"You’re not going to remember any of this are you?" He mumbled into her hair. She pulled back, with a hiccup and a sway.
"Huh?" She mumbled back, almost falling until he caught.
(felt a little poetic tonight)
DON’T SCROLL PAST THIS!!!
If you have already seen this, you can’t go back.
You see that figure in the background? It is a ghost. An evil one.
If you don’t reblog this, that ghost will come into your room.
ah man you guys. We can’t risk it.
AHHHH WHY THE FUCK DID I LOOK AT IT AGAIN
I’M SORRY FOLLOWERS
I JUST DON’T WANNA DIE
*GIVES YOU ALL KISSUS*
FUCK YOU I WILL NOT RISK IT
Will not Skip this
IM SORRY I HATE THIS THING
FOR FUCK SAKE I HATE THESE
im so sorry about reblogging this im just afraid ok
OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE IM A FUCKING IDIOT JESUS CHRIST
This is kind of a post-war scenario where Sakura exhausts all of her chakra healing the injured before she could get to Kakashi. So instead, she personally attends to her old sensei and carries him back to Konoha
HAHAHAHA IMMA SAP
The walk home was a quiet affair through the forest. Normally a few hour’s trek, his broken leg had made it a two day’s journey. However, no one complained. After just winning a war, everyone could have used a break, and it wasn’t like the company was bad.
Out of the corner of his eye, he peered at the pink-haired medic plastered to his side, her feet steadily pulling them towards home. Every now and then, the hair from her ponytail would graze his cheek, making his nose twitch slightly. She was taller than he remembered; she was growing.
“You’re heavy,” she groused, making it a point to heft him higher on her shoulder for better purchase.
In retaliation, he made a show of pressing his weight down on her further, pleased when she unleashed a grunted “Oof!” in response. He spoke lightly. “Now is that any way to treat your injured sensei? Your bedside manner is really lacking, Sakura-chan. Hope you’ll enjoy giving this old man a sponge bath later.”
Shouldering his burden, she jabbed him with her hip for good measure. “Who says I won’t?”
Kakashi nearly tripped them both into the ground.
In which Kakashi inspects Sakura’s new seal.
BUT DIMI THIS ISN’T IN CHARA-
"…I look weird, don’t I?"
The question stood alone amongst the shuffling sounds of the hospital lobby. Sasuke and Naruto were getting checked over while Sai had been sent to retrieve Yamato, leaving Kakashi and Sakura behind to do as they had always done, which was wait. Wait for things to get better. Wait for the cracks to start healing.
But the wait would soon be over. Team 7, at long last, was going to be reunited in whole.
As they waited, Kakashi turned to look at the only female student he’d ever had. Sakura’s words still hung in the air: awkward, self-conscious, and scared, and he didn’t quite know how to take it. He’d just returned from an alternate universe. “Weird” was a relative term.
But she didn’t know that, taking his silence for an affirmation of her claim.
"I’m a freak," she suddenly declared, burying her face in her hands. Hands that could tear the earth apart like paper if she felt like it. Hands that could save thousands of lives, and did over and over again.
Those same hands lingered on the newly-formed diamond on her forehead. “It’s like a bad joke. Like a temporary tattoo I’m stuck with forever. It’s like I’m Sailor Moon, but my tiara only formed halfway. Now I have this huge thing in the middle of my huge forehead, and everyone’s going to laugh at me,” she told him, her hands held limply in her lap. They both knew it was a lie; she knew the Yin Seal was something she was proud of. It was the culmination of years of hard work and great skill. No one would laugh at her for it, and if they did, they were a fool and would suffer its consequence…
The thoughts still lingered in her mind though, and while she probably wanted to, her gloves remained a dry, dusty black. She was older, and with the war fresh on her mind and her hands, too sober to cry.
She looked at him, haunted by playground barbs. Despite having just crawled through hell and back, it seemed it was the kicks from her Academy-days that hurt the most, and suddenly he remembered a tiny note in her file mentioning being teased at school about her forehead when she was younger, and suddenly it made sense.
When the realization struck, she shrank from him as if sensing it. As if steeling her nerves for his opinion of her. For his judgment of her because no one had really seen it in the battle and he would be the first to judge her new look…of her new worth…
There was a struggle at first when he caught her face. He’d sandwiched her between his palms, pressing slightly inward to keep his hold steadfast while she tried to wiggle and squirm her way back out like a goldfish caught between two stones. Her cheeks puffed out under the pressure; heat warmed his skin through the worn fabric of his gloves as he turned her this way and that, regarding her with a critical eye. She looked at him with impatience, but indulged him all the same—this was Kakashi-sensei, and regardless of how crappy of a teacher he’d been, he was still her first teacher, after all.
Still, not even her patience could remain that indulgent, and she finally looked away, embarrassed, but also resigned. His handling of her was nothing more than a drawn-out farce. Despite her new power, she was still nothing but a joke to the older man and the name of Team 7, and began to gently pull away…
The press of something scratchy to her new mark made her stop. Looking up, she saw Kakashi’s lips hovering by her forehead and shifted her stunned gaze up to find him blinking rapidly at her widow’s peak. Apparently he was just as surprised by his action as she was.
However, it was too late to brush it off. They’d both seen what had happened, and it was too well-known to avoid it. Kakashi would have to speak. He would have to break the silence.
His face was unreadable as he debated his next move, and the hands that had hung loosely at her wrists were now tucked neatly in her lap. Her legs were together, and her back was straight; she waited with apprehension and stared at the green sea of his flak vest.
His hand landed on top of her head, calloused, warm, and reassuring.
"…I like your new look. Team 7 never looked better," he said at last, and she knew he was being sincere.
Her smile curved fondly into the hand still cupping her face.
ANOTHER WONDERFUL DRABBLE BY THE LOVELY MOODIFUL <333