Feel free to call me Heather or Hai-Lei. I'm an INTJ, 25 year old neutrois demipansexual with a ton of fandoms.

I'm currently battling with LGL Leuekmia, Adult Onset Cyclic Neutropenia, and Lupus.

My inbox is currently open to both personal, and non-personal asks. Anon is on.

Have a nice day! :)


Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.

posted 8 hours ago on 28/8/2014 with 167113 notes
via megushie © sandandglass
"Me: *watching Natalie Dormer do the ice bucket challenge*
Me: … I wanna do you first.
Me: >.>;
Me: >.>;

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 3 notes
#natalie dormer #love of my life

Need advice

Ok so this is something I’ve never had to deal with before but with my impending surgery being 3 damn months away I’ve become concerned.

How do you all deal with the very real possibility of becoming dependent on painkillers?

I need to take two 7.5mg percocets a day now to function. I went cold turkey for two days and I had to take one an hour ago because the pain has just become excruciating and I couldn’t even sleep last night. I immediately feel 10 times better then I have the past 48 hours.

To make it clear - I stick to my dosages and I’m open and honest about it with my doctors. But I am very worried about my body becoming dependent on them.

Ideas, thoughts, advice? Would love to hear it. Thanks bbs. <3

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 3 notes
#chronic illness #invisible illness #managing illness




I really try to keep my comments short here so I’ve just written and deleted, like, 20 paragraphs.

Basically this is the main character of a story I am not skilled enough to write, but it’s basically what happens after the big final showdown.  She’s an amalgamation of all the Chosen Ones of recent YA literature, and the story is just her, like, coping with the fact that her entire life leading up till now has been about carrying out her destiny, beating the big baddie and everything and now…she’s got to deal with living the rest of her life.  Which, as we all know, is fucking hard enough as is.

In an ideal world, Rainbow Rowell would write this. 

Not Rainbow Rowell and not especially skilled, but how could I resist this?


"So, Sav, have you started studying for finals yet?"


"You know maths is next week, right?"

"Yeah, you can’t just tell the professor you had to fight off a bloodman! They’re all extinct now!"


"No, I know."


"Hey, where were you?"

Anna peeks around the door frame, smiles awkwardly. “Oh, you know, just, um, with Esther…?”

"Esther’s in Haiti."

"Right…" Anna deflates. "Look. I was at the therapist’s, okay? You always say that shrinks are for wimps and I know you’re the great Savior and you don’t need help, but I still get nightmares where I’m buried alive and the sessions are a big help, and the people at the hospital offered free therapy to all of us who fought with you and I didn’t want you to laugh at me…" She hangs her head and peeks through the curls at Savitri.

"I’m not laughing at you."

"You’re not?" Anna flips the mess of hair back and grins.

"I wouldn’t tease you. We went through difficult times. We’re not kids anymore, Anna, I won’t be mean just for the sake of being mean. Do what you need to heal."

"You’re a good friend, Sav." Anna gives her a thumbs up. "And you still sound like you’re giving me pep speeches!" She skips away in the direction of her room, the sound of her bag hitting the floor loud in the small apartment.

Savitri keeps up her smile until Anna’s door slams, and then her shoulders slump and she crams a fist into her mouth. All of us who fought with you…


"Have you thought of any career options?" The counselor taps the keyboard. The speed makes Savitri flinch, because fast things kill you fast things are dangerous you can’t outrun fast Sav but she hides it as a shrug. “I was kind of busy fixing the world.”

"Hmm, saving the world, I believe, is the right phrase… it says here your grades were very low in the sciences…"

Sav leans back in the chair and plays with a pen.


"So do you know what the new health-care laws will be? I heard you got to meet the president."

"I didn’t get to be part of the negotiation team, though."

"Oh. I bet it was boring anyways, huh?" The guy sitting next to her nudges her and Sav clutches the glass in her hand- the drink is nonalcoholic, because she’s only twenty come March. He’s too friendly but she doesn’t want to get aggressive. She gets angry too easily, and fight monsters not humans, humans are the victims runs through her brain again, though she knows now that nothing is so clear cut. “It’s more fun here!”

"After the first meeting they wouldn’t let me in because I killed the bastard they sent over as ambassador. He was a slaver." She sets her drink down on the counter, too hard, and the glass sinks into the wood a bit. "Sorry, I saw someone I know in the crowd."


"Saaaav! Get out of those ugly pajamas and let’s go!" Meg knocks on the bedroom door, quick and hard.

Lawan, standing next to her, frown slightly, but her voice is soft. “We’re meeting Yi at Tea For Ten in a quarter of an hour, remember?”

Sav opens the door a tiny crack, sticks her nose out. “I think I’m sick.” It comes out husky.

"The great Savitri, hero of the multitudes and defender of the human race, sick? Is it leptospirosis? Tubercolosis? The plague?

"Don’t show off just because you’re a med student now, Meg." Sav glares at her former makeshift team medic. "It’s the flu." She coughs, and it sounds harsh. "I went to the doctor, got medicine, I’ll be fine. Go and have fun. Tell Yi I said hi."

"I’ll stay with you," Lawan says. Both Meg and Savitri protest, but Lawan shakes her head. "You need someone to take care of you and make sure you get enough to eat and drink. I’m no med student, but I do have three little sisters and they’re just as stubborn as you."

"Thanks," Sav says begrudgingly.

"I’ll bring over some coffee cake later, yeah?" Meg inches towards the door.

"Sure. Have fun," Lawan says.


"You know you don’t have to lie to any of us," Lawan murmurs, stroking Sav’s head in her lap. "They won’t think less of you for not wanting to leave the house."

"I want to. I just can’t," Savitri says, the hoarseness replaced with a lump in her throat.

"You could get help. No-one thinks you have to be a perfect heroine now." Sav doesn’t reply, and Lawan keeps stroking her hair.

"Yeah, right," Savitri says, after a long, long time.


I think the traceable trail of inspiration is just about my favorite thing about tumblr.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as good as having someone be inspired enough by something I’ve made to make something themselves.

good day.  very good day.

long post but damn, this was an intriguing read. What does happen to heroes and heroines after they’re done saving the world?? Super, super cool idea.

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 8186 notes
via toerning
#long post




Has there ever been a more perfect human being?


Literal queen

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 53647 notes
via detoliviabenson © britneyaddiction


You don’t know the full time job that is taking care of my body. You don’t know what happens when I take days off from that job.

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 675 notes
via fogblogger © journalistpoet

Natalie Dormer does The ALS Ice Bucket Challenge (x)

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 7335 notes
via dailydormer © mockingday

Natalie Dormer and Katie McGrath do The ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 11144 notes
via anselkara © nataliedormersource
#love of my life

Sexuality: Natalie Dormer and Katie McGrath wet together

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 24 notes
#natalie dormer #katie mcgrath #the ice bucket challenge is a thing of wonder when your favorite celebs do it #-watches video 100 more times-


destroy the notion that someone’s mental health is what makes them evil.

destroy the notion that mental illnesses make bad people.

destroy the notion that you can’t be an outright awful person without being mentally ill.

destroy the notion that neurotypical people can do no harm.

destroy ableism.

posted 1 day ago on 27/8/2014 with 2711 notes
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