#i dont know how to fix it

[iiinkdrop]

These two!!!!!!

#I DONT KNOW IF SOMEONE DID THIS ALREADY #BUT I DIED WHEN I SAW THAT SCREENCAP AND COULD ONLY #THINK OF FJORD AND VETH #also i love rim lighting #and overlays #I wanted to set them in ice land #critical role #my art #veth #fjord #I love these two #ALSO i dont know why the quality is so low #i dont know how to fix it

[aquaticsky]

long time no see! here I have adrienette vector wallpaper that I sketched a long time ago and just finished them recently 💖

if you do use it, you can drop a reblog with your screenshot if you want, I'd love to see it 🥰 if you don't want to, that's okay too!! I hope you like them :,)

#miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb fanart #artqua #hiding these in the tags: i lost my confidence in drawing despite knowing that I could do it. it's just so hard right now and #i dont know how to fix it #or build my confidence again #i'm so tired

[woodsinfusedcorpse]

Me: accidently cuts my bangs to short and tries to fix it

Hair: ends up extremely feminine looking

Me: wtf

#transman #i dont know how to fix it #gender fuck up #transguy #trans

[bare1ythere]

screaming and crying... dust allergies

#I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX IT #My parents apparently dusted ånd cleaned the shit out of my room before i came back but I have horrible allergies right now #sitting at my desk with the window open cause it helps but its cold ghdjskfsd #idek what else to clean. Maybe all of my stuffed animals just need a go in the wash #but usually if they arent by my face it isnt a problem #cries. why was i cursed like this

[between-two-fandoms]

Fire Melts Away Part Three

Masterlist

Part 2

#ej caswell brainrot #hsmtmts brainrot #hsmtmts #smau #fwm #part 3 #i really said bisexual ej #didnt i #just wait until i bring nini back home #oh BoY #ej is a walking bi disaster #its fine #ej saw thats my ricky #and dissolved into a puddle of mortification #and embarassment #i love him #sorry u have to read the posts in reversr #i dont know how to fix it #rip

[lunaticsandidiots]

hahahahahahhahahahah partner was like ‘lemme see ur camera roll i’m curious’ (not in a manipulative way, we were on the topic of how mine was just random screenshots cause i never take actual photos)

and i was like UH NO THANK u knowinf there was just thirst edits and a shit tonne of gotham content i’m not rly comfy w them seeing they dont rly know how Deep my gotham obsession is, they dont know about this blog or my ao3 or that i write fanfic or anything and i dont rly want them to know tbh

n rightfully so they were upset n know im hiding something and now i feel all sus and like i .............. just wanna drop off the grid and be inside all the time and only watch and write and breathe and eat and sleep gotham and just not exist in the real world bye

#i dont know how to fix it #cause if i show them my phone NOW they migh think ive deleted stuff in the time between the conversation and me lettinf them #😔 #really dug myself a hole here huh #now idk whether i should feel guilty about having this blog or not #like they dont know i write fanfic and shit #and if they knew theyd think of me differently #they never had a fandom/nerd/phase n they’re very NT so they just wouldn’t get it #pls ignore i’m just so stressed and had to get it out before it killed me #back to ur regularly scheduled programs shortly x #not gotham

[kagamine-vocaland]

(also id like to say my description inbox count is totally wrong, don't pay attention to it, tumblr wont let ne change my heading/description on any of my blogs and it's ticking me off so if anyone knows how to fix that that'd be great :'D)

(if not just don't really pay mind to it, it's outdated okay? T//T)

#vocaloid ask blog #please help #i dont know how to fix it #/please/ #and thank you

[theduckislord]

Me: *has one thing left to sew*

My sewing machine: no❤️

#my sewing machine is my enemy #it hates me and i hate it #sewing #sewing machine #multiple threads are coming out of the bobbin #i dont know how to fix it #help

[itsthatoneidiot]

I hate running out of spoons in the middle of being really happy or focused bc it's like

'I should be happy I was happy a split second ago'

and

'Did I just lose focus or have I been spaced out for two hours'

#i hate this #so much #i dont know how to fix it #im just stuck #in this loop #and theres nothing i can do about it

[bronskiibeat]

OK BUT DAMN the first one of the Angst sentences really did fucking punch me in the guts??? Oh man they're all absolutely splendid, but I'd LOVE the first one! I'mma fucken weep babe

“It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?” 

 It was gone midnight, Steve was sure he could feel the day tick over somewhere inside himself, or maybe the rustle of the grass around him felt more Saturday than Friday. Billy was beside him, he could feel that too, their arms pressed together as their gazes explored the city down below them, their feet kicking together gently as the warm summer air from the plains below rose to meet the cold mountain air dropping from above.

Steve sighed happily, grabbing Billy’s elbow gently to lay himself down on the damp grass to direct his focus to the stars, the great unknown. Hawkins felt so small but coming to the hills and looking out towards everywhere made Steve feel like he maybe had a chance at escaping their small country jail, like they had the chance of getting out.

“I love you.” He murmured thoughtlessly, dropping his eyes to see the side of Billy’s head.

“No you don’t.” Billy replied tightly, pulling his knees towards his chest and defiantly looking out towards the lights below, making no effort to even humour Steve with a glance back.

Steve reached a hand up to Billy’s taking it in his own and squeezing, hoping to force some common sense into the boy. “Yeah I do.” He said back.

Billy looked round then, a dark look crossing his features, taking his hand back from Steve pointedly.

“We aren’t anything Steve, we hang out sometimes, you know about the same monsters I do, but you don’t love me. I don’t love you.” Billy pushed himself to his feet, stepping deeper into the forest, one arm reached to grab the material of his opposite shoulder. He couldn’t do this, not with Steve, but he had to. He could not get attached any more than he was, he was already too deep, holding hands, hot make out sessions, staying the night, he was in way too deep already. And it was too dangerous to go throwing the L-word around. His dad would kill him, then he would be dead, and Max would be forced to move again, because of him.

“Billy?” Steve’s voice called, from further away than Billy remembers walking, a hint of worry tinging his voice. Billy walked back towards Steve, stopping a foot or so away, taking in the pain on his face but scrubbing over it.

“We’re going, get in the car.” Billy snapped, forcing himself to be hard.

Steve held his ground, shoulders creeping towards his ears, making himself as big as he could, he was taller than Billy. “I’m not going anywhere until you say it.” He replied, eyes gleaming with the dangerous absence of fear that worried Billy when they were good but scared him when they weren’t. He might be a sweet teen babysitter when he wanted to be, but when this dangerous Steve came out, nothing would stop him.

Billy rolled his eyes and smirked, as if laughing at Steve, putting his own attitude on. “You can’t make me say shit. I don’t love you.” He snapped nastily, alarmed by the vitriol flying out of his own mouth.

Steve flinched as if it had actually hit him before stepping right up into Billy’s space, “You’re just scared.” He accused.

Billy’s fists were ready at his sides, he’d gone through pretending not to care now and was straight to seething hot anger. “Of you?” He laughed in Steve’s face.

Steve watched Billy’s face, searching for anything that betrayed he felt something good about them, showing Steve that this wasn’t just a one way thing, that Billy could admit they were good together, but he found only disgust and anger.

“You’re scared of us. How good we are. You’re scared of committing to trying to make this work.” He grabbed the front of his hair in frustration before pushing it back. He stepped back to put an arm’s length between them, taking his gaze away from Billy in his frustration. “Jesus.” He exclaimed, ““It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it? Just you being a little pussy. I’m sick of it!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Billy shouted, watching as Steve was caught of guard by one of his fists meeting his jaw roughly, he was caught so by surprise that it sent him flying, landing with a tree root poking roughly into his side. He pulled himself to his feet and grabbed Billy by the lapels and pushed him up against a tree, bracing an arm across Hargrove’s neck.

“What is wrong with you?” Steve whispered.

Billy scrambled to find his footing, having to lift himself onto his toes before Steve to stand up so he wasn’t strangled, oh but when Steve snapped it lit something in him. He loved to see Steve with some fight in him, it was better than the Steve who jumped at a pin drop or cried in the night. No, the angry Steve, fighting for a cause was a much better alternative to Billy, it showed him Steve cared. But that’s not the point, he didn’t want Steve to care. And that’s why he kept poking the beast.

It was the increased pressure on his neck that snapped Billy back to the reality of the situation, Steve was actually hurting him. And he knew he meant it. A fire lit in his eyes, he collected some saliva in his mouth and spat it into Steve’s face.

“Get off.” He growled. When Steve only pushed Billy harder into the tree, Billy reached his limit. With a swift unexpected motion, Billy hooked a leg behind Steve’s and pushed his body against Steve’s own weight and they both tumbled to the floor. After a few jabs and kicks to his stomach by a flailing Steve, and a harder one of his own to Steve’s face, Billy was up and free. And he was sprinting for his car. That would teach the little bitch.

“Billy!” Steve shouted through the woods as he realised what Billy was doing, picking himself up and ignoring the spinning of the trees to sprint after him.

When Steve finally got anywhere near to catching up, tears were running freely down his face, Billy was in the driver’s seat and the engine already growling to life. Billy wound down his window and flicked a finger at Steve.

“Billy please.” Steve sobbed, reaching out to grab the window, but not making it before Billy was speeding off into the night, leaving Steve in the middle of the road heaving heavy sobs from somewhere so deep he didn’t know he had it in him.

Billy was 10 minutes down the road before his own tears blurred his vision so much he couldn’t see, he was angry. So angry. Mostly that Steve had seen right through him to know he was scared of committing to actually getting together, calling a spade a spade and dating. But he was scared, so scared. He was more scared of the damage that could do him than he was of the mind flayer, and that was saying something. To hurt now seemed so much easier than to hurt later.

He let out a scream of frustration as he headbutted the steering wheel, pulling it recklessly to turn in the road and drive back the way he had come. As he drove he slipped back on a mask of indifference, wiping his tears from his eyes to try and make sure he looked like he didn’t care.

His heart screamed ‘you do care’, as he drove back to where he’d left Steve to see the boy sitting curled in on himself shaking. Fuck. He’d properly fucked this one up. He’d let fear get the best of him and ruined the only good thing he had in his sad excuse of a life. He pulled up beside Harrington and leaned over to roll the window down.

“Get in Steve.” He said sharply, but Harrington didn’t move from the side of the road.

Billy raised his voice this time, “Get in!” He ground, but it worked. Steve got himself up off the floor, shaking hands trying for the door handle twice before he made it, pulling it open and dropping into the passenger seat.

As they set off he didn’t even look at Billy, he did his seatbelt but turned his body towards the window, his arms drawn close to his chest as he looked out to the night, a pitiful image of heartbreak. Sobs were still the only things pulling air into his lungs and the tears in his nose had him sniffing like a 3rd grader who’d shit his pants. Billy rolled his eyes at the state, but forced himself to be bold, be brave, he didn’t have to be scared about this if he didn’t want to be. He could try to make it work.

He thought about the s-word, but Billy couldn’t remember the last time he’d said that, so instead he said “Please stop crying Steve”, hoping the boy would hear the unsaid ‘I’m sorry’ tagged on the end.

Steve wiped at his face, unknowingly smearing some blood from his brow over his nose, he took a moment to calm down before he spoke,

“You’re a fucking psychopath.”

#@adecentsizedcabbage #@cockasinthebird #i enjoyed this #toooo much #i hope you like it #angst #harringrove #harringrove angst #harringrove fic #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve x billy #billy x steve #angst prompt #my stuff #angsty boys #harringrove fight #theres some weird formatting #i dont know how to fix it #sorry #stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things 2 #harringrove aesthetic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove rec

[thepastelraven]

that feeling when you want to make some digital art but your paint program is absolutely refusing to open no matter how many times you click it

#it sucks #i gotta get that checked out #btw i use clip studio paint #please help tho its actually refusing to open the program #i dont know how to fix it

[winke77e]

adding up

water heater broke, haven’t went food shopping in two weeks, got 20 bucks in the bank, cred cards are maxed out from bills during lockdown, limits are being pushed. 

I can feel it. I’m right there. Right on the edge of just fucking crying and hiding from the world for the next three days

#wink rant #stress #i dont know how to fix it #ive been job hunting for MONTHS #had interviews and still nothing #what am i doing wrong? #delete later

[thelastkrane]

Seb, you are important. Just, you're safe at Mighty Med. Douglas and I can examine you chip and stuff tomorrow, okay? And my dad is very stressed out right now, especially since it's a repeat of what happened with Danny and I.

First of all, don't ever call me Seb again.

Second, I'm not trying to be a jerk, I'm just really scared I'm gonna make things worse for everyone by acting out again and I can't talk about my emotions well. Being a jerk is just my gut reaction to anytime I feel something.

#i know it's bad #i dont know how to fix it

[rainydayscore]

I could spend all day making rainy chan reaction faces

#her breasts are kinda weird I now realise #I dont know how to fix it

[inter-bellum]

Am I the only one who struggles with this: 

You have a dialogue in which two subjects/matters need to be discussed but those two subjects are in no way, abso-bloody-lutely no way, related to each other so you flounder to find a way to make the dialogue go from one subject to the other in a way that is natural and doesn’t feel like you characters went from talkin bout pink glitter unicorns to how scaphism came to be...

No?? Just me? 

#writing #writeblr #writing dialogue #writing struggles #creative writing #writing process #writing problems #yes i went all out with the tags #but seriously #am i the only one? #its just sooooooooo annoying #writers #i dont know how to fix it

[geminisholland]

i need to clarify that if u see @slippedawaylikewine responding to u on any fics, it is me. the rumors are true i have other blogs

#leovibes #i dont know how to fix it #i just crave attention #there were no rumors #who wants to be besties #i need to write #i’m procrastinating #it is midnight