Me: *guesses Correctly Who The Murderer Is On A Show*

I just want chicken noodle soup.

Just this last year I found out I am allergic to peanuts,tree nuts, and soy. (My twin is also allergic to peanuts and tree nuts so that wasn’t a surprise)

I’m specifically allergic to soy protein and soy flour.

Want to know the most popular ingredient in processed foods. SOY PROTEIN! At my high school I have 5 days worth of meal options. 5 DAYS. THATS ONE WEEK!!

Not only that I can’t eat most chicken noodle soups. Progresso NO! Cup noodles NO! The soup made a QFC NO!

I can panera’s soup and that’s it. But if I don’t want panera I have to make it myself. And if I don’t want to do that I have to suffer with out soup!

Be thankful if you are not allergic to soy. It sucks sometimes.

Don’t Let The Sun Catch You Crying

McDanno One-Shot (title from a song by Bob Marley)

Their laughter mocks his nerves. The constant breeze combined with the soft sound of the waves is disturbingly beautiful. Danny clamps his beer bottle between his fingers. He wishes to be back in the fog of New Jersey during fall. The grime from his hometown sticks to his mood as dirty and as unshakeable as ever. It has been weeks now, and it doesn’t get any better.

Steve’s jaw doesn’t show any discolored skin anymore. His bruise has healed, and the sore feeling has surely faded away. Steve’s never mentioned the punch once. Danny’s fist hasn’t suffered any damage and there’s no pounding in his knuckles anymore, but the curses don’t weaken. They are just as fresh and filthy on his tongue as on the very first day he’d landed in Hawaii.

A new wave of laughter clashes with his body, making him tense up even more. Danny’s stiff muscles send a dull ache through his lower back. He chews at the inside of his cheek. A fake smile is plastered on his lips. The conversation is light, abnormally cheerful. A lot of jokes are thrown back and forth like balls and everyone laughs and is having a good time – except Danny. 

Keep reading on AO3

And they shared the whole story. 

@becauseimawinchester burgundy/purple

See what your followers think of you.

BLACK = I would date you.

GREEN = I think you’re cute.

BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.

GREY = I wish you would notice me.

PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

TEAL = We have a lot in common.

YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.

ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.

BROWN = I don’t like you.

PINK = I think you are unattractive.

RED = I hate you with a burning passion.

WHITE = You scare me.

RAINBOW = BED PLZ.

SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.

MAROON = You taught me something new.

CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh

MAUVE = You are really talented

BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.

CYAN = We have very little in common

THISTLE = I only just started following you

INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time

FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold

COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)

VERMILION = You make me feel passionate

HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname

LAVENDER = You inspire me

CORAL = You’re a meme

UMBER = I want to know more about you

FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody

RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you

ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you

WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class

SAFFRON = I love your ideas

TIMBERWOLF = I trust you

FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you

PLUM = I’d like to chat with you

TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic

SAGE = You make me cry

CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!

VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie

BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

I was diagnosed with Dsygraphia and ADD in second grade and I only found out that I had Dsygraphia in seventh grade(my parents knew but I didn’t) and my sister is an excellent artist so I understand.

*sad sigh*

I always get depressed when I remember that I can’t draw. I wish it was something like “Oh I’m just bad at drawing” but I physically can’t, no matter how hard I try. The sad part about it is that it haunts me even today. I have a rare neurological disorder called “Dysgraphia" 

What is Dysgraphia? 

To put it in simple terms it is the inability for a person to match the image in their head to paper. It has also been described as a "A memory problem on the microsecond level.” Some people describe it as a motor skill deficiency.

What many people don’t know is the act of writing is actually a memory task. You are remembering the shape of a letter and writing it. We auto correct our writing to match our first letter. That way your first letter and last letter should be written in the same “style” and shape. The brain remembers how you wrote your letter or shape and adjusts your muscles to continue writing in that same style. All this information happens in a fraction of a second. 

For people like myself, our brains cannot adjust to match each letter or shape. The result being that every letter and shape and line is different and sometimes incorrect. Spelling mistakes occur frequently in people who have dysgraphia. Often being told that they are “bad spellers” the problem is that their brains have processed the next letter already but the motor skill hasn’t caught up and they leave out letters. 

There are currently no known cures for the condition and as a whole it is ignored. Simply told to “practice writing” in hope that the brain will remember how to correctly write. The condition is listed as a type of dyslexia but is considered to be rather unimportant. The current best “treatment” is to use a word processor or computer. “Finding alternate methods of communication”. Which basically means “Its not important enough for us to care about." 

Being a kid I was always teased and scolded by people for my "bad handwriting” my teachers would complain to my parents about how I was a “sloppy” writer. I was labeled "lazy" and “unorganized” because I couldn’t write well. Which frustrated me because I would write as slow as I could in an effort to make it legible. Often I would be the last to turn in my assignment and it would be incomplete or I would have cramps in my hands and ended up quitting. Believing me to be retarded or mentally challenged I was subjected to tests from the school. 

The school basically threw their hands up. It didn’t make sense. Writing and drawing I was nearly inept at but when it came to reading and speaking I was performing way above other students in the class. The other students picked up on it and would often exaggerate the extent they couldn’t read my writing and I was the last one to be picked for “pictionary”. Becoming more and more frustrated, I just stopped participating and choosed to read instead. The older I got the more I was scolded for my handwriting. Often told “You write like a elementary kid!” I often wouldn’t turn in reports I had to write. It gets more frustrating when people tell you “it isn’t that hard” to fix it. 

Do a test. Find a piece of paper (lined) and write the sentence “The quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog.” Chances are your hand writing is pretty consistent. Now try to write the same sentence making sure that every letter is written in a completely different way. Space your letters incorrectly. Finally, make sure to write random letters backwards. I suggest “e” “r” “f” and “q”. Next, Try to draw a line or a circle. Be sure to change the pressure so that some areas are darker than others. Curve your straight line and make a slightly straight line on your circle. It will probably take you a few moments. That is how it is for me to write or draw in a way that most people can read. Your hand is probably cramping a little too. Which is what happens when I write anytime. Over the years I’ve had to deal with it and I can ignore the pain. The thing I can’t ignore is the fact that I often can’t read my own writing. 

So I say to everyone who can draw, Don’t ever curse your gift. Have more confidence in yourself and your abilities. Because you don’t know what its like to not have them. 

Fake dating AU where instead of Eddie getting back together with and kissing his wife in 2x07, he panics and tells her that he has a boyfriend, despite the fact that he hasn’t been on a single date since she abandoned left them, let alone started a serious relationship with anybody. When she starts asking questions about him, and later to meet him- “For Christopher, Eddie. I might not have been doing a good job of it lately, but I’m still his mum and I still care about him; I deserve to know whose apart of his life now, especially if it’s a big a part as this.” -Eddie panics more and starts talking about the first person that comes to his mind: Buck. 

Cue Eddie nervously approaching Buck the next day and asking him to come to dinner with him and his unofficial ex-wife as his boyfriend to help cover up his lie and Buck eagerly agreeing because that’s what friends are for right?

and I had more but it’s late and I’m tired and my brains refusing to cooperate with me enough to get it all down. 

Prince Lucas Till ladies and gentlemen.

Best friend Stranger

I’m lost at what to do.

Ok let me start from the beginning...

When I was younger I never really had any friends until fifth grade. She was that best friend you could ask for at the time but when we both started going to different middle and started to drift apart though we would still hangout and we would spend my birthdays together.

After a while I noticed the I was the main one to start conversation through texts and such. I would bring this up to her but would always fall into the same cycle of forgiving her.

I’ve finally reached my breaking point when I was snapchating about the plane being late and that I was bored. She ask where I was going and I told her it was a trip for my birthday...

She then asked when my birthday was and I told her though disappointed

When my birthday arrived there was not a word from her no post on social media about it or even a private text. Nothing.

I want to tell that I don’t consider her a friend anymore at all but I don’t know what to do?

Help! If you guys have any ideas on what I should do please let me know it would be greatly appreciated!!

Agreed. Even if the dress isn’t “right” for her body type it about what she feels best in

It pisses me off so much when people (especially women) bitch about a girls wedding dress choice. Like who the fuck are you? It’s her day. HER DAY. Well, her and her husband’s day; but that’s not the point I’m making right now. That dress took hours possibly days of trying on and feeling iffy dress after dress until she found THIS DRESS. THE ONE THAT MADE HER FEEL LIKE THE QUEEN SHE IS. and you’re gonna sit back and tell her she chose wrong…?

F. U. C. K. O. F. F.