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anonymous asked:

I was horribly bullied in school by a ginger kid. According to sjw logic that means all gingers are evil monsters and that i have a right to hate all gingers because they happen to share a hair color with one asshole who bullied me.

We all need to start a hate mob against the Queen Ginger, that evil and oppressive @stopmakingliberalslookbad. I mean, she terrifies me.

anonymous asked:

Nico shook his head. "I'm alright. Just getting a little headache," he replied softly, squeezing her hand. "I'll be fine now, Hazel. You don't need to worry about me." Hazel smiled at him and squeezed her hand back. "I always worry about you. You know that," she said. Nico forced a smile but hoped it didn't look it. "I know. I wish you wouldn't though."

“It’s a sibling thing,” she said sweetly. “Will understands. You’ll always worry about me, and I’ll always worry about you.” Nico felt himself smile a little more genuinely, thanking Hades silently for the gift of his sister. Hazel had no idea just how much like Bianca she was, but Nico could see it plainly in the way she cared for him. She had a natural maternal instinct that would serve her well one day if she decided to have children. Nico hoped she did. Shaking his head when he saw Will’s concerned expression when he spaced out, he changed topics. “So how long are you staying for?” He asked her.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

Day 3! An AU

Well I present to you Underfluff, an au where everyone seem like they’re going to kill you but they’re actually just big overcooked cinnamon rolls

sans uses big floof hug……. it’s supereffective

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.
The ‘I deserved better’ squad