I miss you but I know you're okay and fine

Spongebob Sentence Meme
  • "Remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets."
  • "Is mayonnaise an instrument?"
  • "Horseradish is not an instrument either."
  • "Can I be excused for the rest of my life?"
  • "The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma."
  • "SOILED IT! SOILED IT! SOILED IT!"
  • "Not insertive-!"
  • "BeepBeep."
  • "That hat makes you look like a girl."
  • "Am I a pretty girl?"
  • "I wait for you to come back."
  • "I may be stupid, but I'm also dumb."
  • "Just get outta here you stupid, dumb animal!"
  • "Just the three of us. You, me, and this brick wall you built between us."
  • "Dumb people are always blissfully unaware of how dumb they really are."
  • "EEEEVIIIIIL!"
  • "Did you try setting it to Wumbo?"
  • "Not when I set it to MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE."
  • “Well, it’s no secret that the best thing about a secret is secretly telling someone your secret, thereby adding another secret to their secret collection of secrets, secretly.”
  • "I'm ugly and I'm proud."
  • "LEEDLE LEEDLE LEEDLE LEE!"
  • "It's not just a boulder: it's a rock!"
  • "I can't see my forehead."
  • "I'm already hearing voices!"
  • "I... am a man!"
  • "Any particular reason you took your pants off?"
  • "Goodbye, everyone. See you all in therapy."
  • "You can't fool me: I listen to public radio."
  • "I went to college!"
  • "Can I have everyone's attention? I need to use the bathroom."
  • "Fine, I guess you're gonna miss... the panty raid."
  • "A five letter word for happiness: money."
  • "How long? How long have I been ugly?"
  • "As long as I can remember. You poor ugly thing, you."
  • "If I were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well, that would just be okay."
  • "Don't run for the bus. Especially one that's going up at a 90-degree angle."
  • "I don't know why, but I think I'll kick _____'s butt tomorrow."
  • "MY LEG!"
"I miss you" Sentence Starters!
  • "Come back to me! Even as a ghost... Even as a dream..."
  • "I left a house key in the flower pot for you, y'know... in case you want to come back."
  • "Fine! I'll admit it! I miss you! I miss you so fucking bad, okay!?"
  • "You're not coming back, are you?"
  • "Why does it hurt when you're not here!?"
  • "It was my fault. I'm trying to make up for it; just don't shut me out!"
  • "I know it's only been a few days but..."
  • "You can't leave me alone with my thoughts like this!"
  • "It doesn't matter. It's not like I miss you or anything..."
  • "I wish I could have told them sooner. Now they're gone, and I'm an idiot."
  • *Hawkins, 1988, after the premiere of Beetlejuice*
  • Joyce: *picking up the group* Hey, how was the movie!
  • Will: It was great! You should've watched with us, mom!
  • Dustin: You missed out, Mrs. Byers. Everything in that movie was awesome! We were laughing our asses off. And Winona Ryder...guess who just got a new celebrity crush!
  • Joyce: *cringes*
  • Lucas: I know right! She was so pretty!
  • Max: For once, I agree with my boyfriend here. I'm thinking about going as Lydia for next Halloween.
  • Mike: Oh thank god, so it wasn't just me thinking that she was fine as hell-
  • Jane: *glares at him*
  • Mike: ...you're still the best.
  • Jane: *chuckles* It's okay, I totally understand.
  • Will: You too, Mike? Well, now that you mentioned it-
  • Joyce: -Whoa, okay! I'm gonna stop you right there. All of you!
  • Will: What's wrong, mom?
  • Joyce: I can't explain it but for some reason, it feels like you're talking about me and I don't wanna hear anymore.
  • Mike: But we're talking about Winona Ryder-
  • Joyce: -yeah! I know and for some reason, it feels like this is about me! So, into the car, let's go!
  • Lucas: But we weren't-
  • Joyce: CAR. NOW.
te vas

“You wanna go out?”

Jeff stared. Surely he heard that wrong. “What?”

“Out,” Kent said, in a tone that implied he was being patient. “Do you want to go?”

“Uh –” Kent never asked anyone to go out first. Maybe he wanted to start their second season off differently? “Who else is going?”

“Me?”

Oh. Kent was asking Jeff to go somewhere with him personally, not as a part of a group. Jeff took another breath. “Uh, yeah, man. Where do you wanna go?” There were tons of places to choose from – it was Vegas, after all. Jeff had gone to quite a few with some of the other guys, though he couldn’t say he’d ever gotten out on the floor much.

“Dancing,” Kent said. “I don’t care where, really.” When Jeff opened his mouth, Kent raised a hand. “Scratch that. I do care. No country.”

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I saw you with her today and it really caught me off guard. I was sad for a moment, but then I realized that you were happy. That makes me okay, knowing that you’re fine and taken care of. Even if it’s not me making you feel special, I’m glad you’re okay.
Bi The Way... (Tomdaya Edition)
  • [Imagine watching Spider-Man Homecoming with friends while you're still in the closet...]
  • Straight friend: *Sighs* Tom is so freaking handsome.
  • Straight friend: Zendaya is fine as hell.
  • My thoughts: F***
  • Me: I agree.
  • My thoughts again: Wow. They are truly missing out on the full experience... Lucky me. I wonder if they know I'm bi. Probably not. Oh but then there was this one time...
  • Straight friends: With who?
  • My thoughts: Should I come out? Would they think I'm bi if I say both... F*** it.
  • Me: Both of you.
  • Straight friend: Oh.
  • Me: I'm bi.
  • Straight friend: Okay.
  • Me: You aren't surprised? You're okay with that?
  • Straight friend: Duh... We kind of figured...
  • Straight friend: Yeah. Especially that one time.
  • Me: Right.

anonymous asked:

Hey I don't know if anyone ever actually asked about the genderfluid izaya headcanons but like I'd like to know what your thoughts are on that. You know, if you're cool with that.

Oh boy howdy I am 150% okay with that on every fucking level.

(these are gonna be kinda shizaya related so im sorry for that)

1) Izaya literally does not care about what pronouns are used for him. He’s fine with male. He doesn’t make a fuss getting called “ma'am” aside from the fact that he thinks he’s still young enough to be called “miss.” He always smiles at the ever safest, “them.” The only thing he has a problem with is “it.”

2) His closet is divided into three sections, pants, skirts, and black. He doesn’t believe that clothes should be gendered.

3) All joking aside I think Izaya has the entire sephora store in his bathroom even though he really only religiously puts on eyeliner and maybe some mascara.

4) Izaya has wings so sharp they could kill a man  

5) Izaya always wears high heels because he’s pretentious and likes the sound his heels make when they do the click-clack thing.

6) Shinra thinks it’s weird.

7) Izaya doesn’t care.

8) When Shizuo and Izaya first got together, Izaya kinda forced himself to be predominantly male so that he wouldn’t weird out Shizu-chan. He even went as far as to hide all of his stereotypically female clothing and make up and the like. One day Shinra asks him about it cause, while he thinks it’s a little weird, he can see that Izaya isn’t as happy with himself as he used to be. Then Shizuo starts to notice the slightly longing looks in Izaya’s eyes when he sees a very pretty dress or wig. When he asks about it, Izaya brushes him off so he goes to Shinra who is so blasé about the whole thing, that Shizuo has to ask Izaya what the hell “genderfluid” is.

9) Izaya says to forget about it, and Shizuo kindly reminds him that they are in a relationship now and the only way to make this work is if they work together, so he asks Izaya to explain so he can understand.

10) once he does Shizuo tells Izaya that he’s stupid for thinking Shizuo would care about something like that.

11) That was a bad idea because Shizuo swears if he gets dragged into another fucking make up store so Izaya can buy something that he already has (please see: lipstick) he’s gonna kill some one

12) “But this one is **some obscure color that is only slightly different from one in Izaya’s bathroom**, Shizu-chan.”

13) Shizuo getting hot and bothered by Izaya in a skirt.

14) Shizuo calling him “princess” more so because he knows it gets on Izaya’s nerves more than anything else

15) Shizuo assessing Izaya’s uniform and changing his pronouns accordingly- to which Izaya tells him it’s not necessary, but he does it anyway.

16) Izaya going to some sort of family gathering with Shizuo and everyone thinking he has a girl friend, but the next day, Izaya feels predominantly like a boy and everyone finds out that it is the boyfriend that just “doesn’t believe in genders”

17) Shizuo’s father doesn’t get it

18) His mother is gushing that she finally has a ‘daughter’ only because Izaya will gladly let this woman play dress up because a) he likes the attention, and b) it makes Shizuo happy.

19) Shizaya wedding = Izaya’s beautiful wedding dress.

20) His little sisters asking Izaya for make up tips.

21) “Gender is a construct of human perception and doesn’t apply to a god like me.” 

Oh man I love genderfluid Izaya. Thank you so much for this ask- I never get to gush about it.

Preference #18: You Tell Him You're Pregnant
  • Michael: You groaned as you read the tiny +. "Yep," you said to yourself. This was the 3rd test you had taken. You were definitely pregnant. "Y/n?" you heard your boyfriend, Michael call. You quickly threw all evidence in the trash and left the bathroom. "Hey babe," you smiled. You went about your day as normal, trying to forget that there was a tiny baby living inside of you. You knew you ought to tell Michael, but you had no idea how he would react. You and Michael agreed discussing starting a family before, but both agreed you were far from ready. Through out the day he kept asking you were you okay, when you kept dying when playing video games, when you got lost in a day dream involving diapers and crying babies, when you didn't eat much at dinner, and you lied and said yes. But the next morning, he knew that something was wrong. You were sitting in front of the toilet, puking up all the food you didn't eat, and it never seemed to stop. Michael held your hair back and rubbed your back. When you finally stopped, you could barely hold your head up so he carried you back to bed. "I'm sorry," you mumbled into his muscular chest. "Why baby? You can't help this. It will pass soon," he said, playing with your hair. "No it wont!" you whined. "What?" he said, confused. "Is there something wrong?? Are you like...sick-sick?.....you don't have cancer do you?" You looked up at his face and you could almost hear the 1000s of worries dancing through his mind. "No!!" you told him. "I'm fine. I'm just um....I'm pregnant Michael," you said, worried about his reaction. He looked at you before saying, "Oh thank fuck!" He kissed you slowly, even though you knew you tasted like vomit. "You're not mad?" you asked when you pulled away. "No. I thought there was something wrong. How could I be mad baby?" he said. You sighed with relief. "And we're gonna have a baby," he smiled. "That's crazy," you said, barely able to believe it. "I know. But we're gonna do just fine, don't you worry."
  • Calum: "Babe?" You called to Calum. "Yeah?" he asked running up the stairs. "You okay?" You nodded. "What date is it?" you asked him. "27th, why?" he said. "Oh," you replied. You had missed your period for the second month in a row and were beginning to get worried, before you realised that you could be pregnant. "I think I'm pregnant Cal!" you told him. His eyes widened in surprised. "Take a test!" he urged. "I need to go to an interview, but call me okay?" he said, kissing you sweetly before he left. You took the test, which came out as a big fat positive. You were so worried, mainly because you would have to take care of a little baby, but you didn't know if Calum wanted a baby or not. Well you knew he did, but you weren't sure if he was ready yet. "Y/n?" he called, 3 hours later running through the door. "So?" he asked eagerly. "I took the test.." you said. "Is it good news or bad news?" said impatiently. "I don't know," you mumbled before handing him the positive test. You watched his scan the screen. "It's great news!" he grinned. You giggled. He picked you up and spun you around. "We're gonna have a baby!" he said, his eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning. "Yeah we are!" you smiled. "My mom is gonna be soo happy! What about the boys when can I tell them? Can I get him or her a guitar?? I can't wait to show him to the fans! What should we name it??" he rambled on and on. You were just so happy that he wanted to start a family with you.
  • Luke: You stared at the little blue plus wondering how this could happen to you. You were a good kid. You did well in school, you listened to your parents and you had a cute boyfriend who you loved dearly and wanted to be with forever. But you were both too young. To young to have a baby. You were still in school. You could not believe it. You and Luke were being "safe". How could this of happened to you. What would you're parents say? You heard the bell go, just then remembering you were sat in a cubicle of your high school's bathroom. You quickly got up, checked yourself out of the office and ran to the only place you could think of going; Luke's house. "Y/n?" he said, confused when you showed up at his house, mascara running down your face. "Oh baby what's wrong?" he sat you in his lap and gently stroked you're hair. "Tell me what's wrong princess," he said trying to calm you. "I can't Lukey. You'll break up with me if I do," you cried. "Did...did you cheat?" he asked, suddenly shocked. You shook your head. "No, never," you assured him. "Then what? It can't be that bad!" he said. You shook your head again. "Luke...I'm..I'm pregnant!" you blurted out. He stared at you in utter astonishment. "Oh baby," he said and held me close as I sobbed into his chest. He just sat there rubbing my back, unable to say anything. "What are we gonna do?" you asked between sobs. "You can't get rid of it. It's a real baby?" he said, amazed. "I know. I'm just.. I'm so scared," you said, crying harder. "It's okay," he repeated over and over. "We can do this. It can't be that hard right?" he asked helplessly. It just made you cry more. "Don't worry. One thing's for sure, you're gonna be a great Mommy!" he smiled. "At the child is gonna be so spoiled!" he said. You giggled. Maybe you could do it after all.
  • Ashton: You and Ashton had being trying for a baby for a few weeks when you found out you were pregnant. You were so excited. You imagined the little baby shoes, showing him/her off to your friends, endless sleepless nights that would be totally worth it, a cute baby bump, teddy bears, pink or blue everything but mostly you couldn't wait to see the look on Ashton's face when he held your child for the first time. You smiled all day and everyone noticed. "You look extra-great today," your mom smiled. You wanted to tell her but didn't. "You look so happy? What's up?" Your bestie asked you. You just laughed and winked. "You seem kinda different. But kinda in a good way?" Ashton looked confusedly at you. "We'll I feel different but In a good way! I'm just so happy!" you giggled. "Why?" he said, still confused. You smirked and drummed your fingers on your non-existent bump. Suddenly, he got it, a huge smile appearing on his face. "We're pregnant?" he asked. You nodded, smiling. "I'M GONNA BE A DAD!" he yelled, laughing. "I know!" you said. He kissed you, the kiss filled with passion and excitement. "I'm so happy you're gonna be the mother of my baby," he giggled again. "Hi baby!" he said talking to your bump now. "I'm Ashton, I'm your daddy!" He looked up at you smiling. "I love you so so much already," he told your baby. "I just can't wait to see you. I'll sing to you all the time, I promise. Even though I'm not that good at singing," he laughed again. "Do you think he can hear me?" Ashton asked. "Oh yeah, even though his tiny ears aren't formed yet," you said. He laughed but continued talking. "I'm gonna spoil you to bits. I'll teach you how to play the drums. And you better love Vegemite. And I promise, I'll never, ever, ever leave you," he placed a kiss on your belly. You knew Ashton was gonna be the best dad in the entire world.
  • A/n: Request preferences and imagines pretty please.
  • McCree: Look I think we got off on the wrong start.
  • Hanzo: I think so too.
  • McCree: Okay...
  • Hanzo: But I appreciate your apology.
  • McCree: Apology? Who said anything about apology?
  • Hanzo: You know what just stop talking, It's only going to upset me.
  • McCree: I'll be quit, I'll be quiet if you will.
  • Hanzo: Okay I'll be quiet.
  • McCree: Fine
  • Hanzo: Fine
  • McCree: Fine.
  • Hanzo: ...
  • McCree: ....
  • Hanzo: ..You think you're going to miss it?
  • McCree: Miss what your talkin'?
  • Hanzo: NO. The West.
  • McCree: Nope.
  • Hanzo: But it was your home.
  • McCree: It was a place I once lived end of story.
  • Hanzo: Then you must plan on making Overwatch your home.
  • McCree: What is it wit ya and homes?
  • Hanzo: Well it's just something--everyone--Oh just forget it!!(stands up)
  • Genji: (steps in)
  • Hanzo: Oh thank goodness you're here, just PLEASE remove him from my sight!
  • Genji: (to McCree) What have you done to him?
  • McCree: ME?! it's Him!
  • Hanzo: HA! (steps out)
  • Genji: (looks between them then gasps) Oh no..and unspoken attraction~?
  • McCree: ATTRACTION?! Ta that lil' short stack?! Have ya lost your mind partner?!
  • Genji: I was only asking a simple questions~
  • McCree: Attraction. Ridiculous...
Working Late Shifts
  • Phone: *rings*
  • Clerk: Hello, this is Better Books. How can I help you today?
  • Phone: *static* Greetings, madame. *static* I interest you *static* product *static*
  • Clerk: Hello? I can't make out what you're saying.
  • Phone: *static*
  • Clerk: *hangs up*
  • Manager: Who called?
  • Clerk: I don't know. The line was staticky.
  • Manager: Whatever, I need you to work closing shift tonight.
  • Clerk: Isn't Jen closing tonight?
  • Manager: She can't, she got caught in a pile-up.
  • Clerk: Oh gosh, is she okay?
  • Manager: She's fine but her car is wrecked.
  • Clerk: That sucks, but I don't know if I can work closing tonight.
  • Manager: Okay, then you're fired.
  • Clerk: What!?
  • Manager: I'm going to give this to you straight, you're not a reliable employee. You've missed a ton work, you leave early without warning, and you exceeded your no-call, no-show limit. Anyone else would've fired you by now, but I'm a nice guy, so I'm giving you a choice: either you close tonight, or you lose your job.
  • Clerk: Fine, I'll close.
  • Manager: Good.
  • Clerk: *under breath* asshole.
  • *hours later*
  • Clerk: Fuck, this is so boring. Why does a book store still even exist in 2016?
  • *door jingles*
  • Creepy Guy: *walks in* Evening!
  • Clerk: Hello. Is there anything I can help you with?
  • Creepy Guy: Just browsing, dear.
  • Clerk: Okay. I'm here if you need anything.
  • Phone: *rings*
  • Clerk: Hello, this is Better Books. How can I help you tonight?
  • Phone: Now this thing decides to work! Sorry for the issues we had earlier this afternoon, madame.
  • Clerk: Hmm?
  • Phone: You sound like a much more charming young woman without all of the interference, if I say so myself. Oh, is that not work appropriate! Sorry! You can't tell with all of these new workplace regulations these days. Hahahaha!
  • Clerk: Sir, do you need something?
  • Phone: Yes, I need just a brief moment of your time. You see, I'm selling quite the product and I believe that a wonderful young lady such as yourself would have a lot to benefit from it.
  • Clerk: Sorry, we're not interested.
  • Phone: Wait just one mome-
  • Clerk: *hangs up*
  • Creepy Guy: *leans over store counter* Hey.
  • Clerk: Oh! Sorry, I didn't notice you. Is there anything I can help you with?
  • Creepy Guy: *smiles* No, I'm still just browsing.
  • Clerk: Okay.
  • Creepy Guy: What are you doing after work?
  • Clerk: Uhh, going home.
  • Creepy Guy: Need a ride?
  • Clerk: No, I walk. Are you interested in buying any books today?
  • Creepy Guy: Maybe. I just like to talk to my fellow readers. Not many people around your age read these days. Sad how your generation is. You like to read, don't you?
  • Clerk: Not really.
  • Creepy Guy: *frowns* You work at a book store and you don't like to read? That's weird.
  • Clerk: I mean, I do like to read! Just not often. I'm very busy, nowadays. *sweats nervously*
  • Creepy Guy: That's good.
  • Clerk: We're closing soon.
  • Creepy Guy: I know. *walks to the back of the store*
  • Clerk: *dials brother on cellphone once creepy guy is out of sight*
  • Clerk: Hey, I need you to pick me up tonight. There's a creeper at the store and-
  • Salesman: THANK GOODNESS! You've called back, madame. I thought I had missed out on a sale, but thankfully my master salesmanship has pulled through agai-
  • Clerk: *hangs up*
  • Creepy Guy: On your cellphone during work hours? Kids these days. I have it in me to tell your manager about this.
  • Clerk: Sorry, sir!
  • Creepy Guy: Hehe, I'm just messing with you. Who were you calling?
  • Clerk: No one. Just checking the time.
  • Creepy Guy: There's a clock right there. Can't you read a clockface?
  • Clerk: I just wanted to make sure the time was accurate.
  • Creepy Guy: A good old analog clock has always been accurate to me. You got a boyfriend?
  • Clerk: Sir, that's not an appropriate question to ask.
  • Creepy Guy: And it's not appropriate for you to be on your cellphone while you're working. I think you already voided the whole appropriateness thing, girl. *smiles*
  • Clerk: We're closing, you might want to leave.
  • Creepy Guy: Really? Judging by the clock up there, there's another five minutes until closing. I think I'll stick around until then. *walks to the back of the store*
  • *cellphone rings*
  • Clerk: Please don't be a salesman!
  • Bro: Salesman? What?
  • Clerk: Thank god! *ducks below the counter* Listen, I need you to get here now. There's this creeper in the store who keeps asking me questions and I have to close tonight. He's not leaving until I do. I don't want to be stuck outside in the dark with him. Please come.
  • Bro: Whoa, sis. Sounds like a bad situation. Nothing that my product can't solve, though.
  • Clerk: Oh my fucking god!
  • Salesman: No need for strong language, madame. Sorry for the cruel joke, but you wouldn't have let me get a good word in otherwise. I-
  • Clerk: *hangs up*
  • Creepy Guy: What're you doing down there?
  • Clerk: Oh, I was just cleaning.
  • Creepy Guy: Cleaning, huh? Sounded like you were talking about me.
  • Clerk: ...
  • Creepy Guy: Do you think I'm going to do something bad to you when you leave the store? You need big bro to scare me off.
  • Clerk: ...
  • Creepy Guy: You kids today are fucking shitheads. *spits at clerk*
  • Creepy Guy: *leaves store*
  • Clerk: Fucking Christ!
  • Clerk: *closes store*
  • Clerk: *walks out into the empty night*
  • Salesman: *skitters out of sight*
  • Clerk: *looks around* There's no one around. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
  • Clerk: *begins walk home down isolated woodland path*
  • Owl: *hoots*
  • Clerk: *jumps* FUCK! I'm getting scared by nothing.
  • Car: *lights flicker on down the path*
  • Clerk: Uhh.
  • Car: *revs engine*
  • Clerk: *tries to run away*
  • Car: *careens into clerk at full speed*
  • Creepy Guy: *gets out of car* I wasn't going to do anything until you called me a creeper, you little bitch.
  • Creepy Guy: *ties up clerk and drops clerk in car's trunk*
  • Salesman: Monsieur!
  • Creepy Guy: Who the fuck is there?
  • Salesman: *skitters out of the woods*
  • Creepy Guy: What the fuck are you wearing? Is that a Cousin It costume?
  • Salesman: It's not costume, monsieur. This is how I really look. Oh, pardon my rudeness. *takes off its top hat with a spindly arm and bows*
  • Salesman: I've been trying to get in contact with your wife all day. You see, I'm but a simple salesman. I know you're on your way home, but I'd like you to hear me out first. The product I'm selling would be most benefic-
  • Creepy Guy: *shoots salesman* I don't have time for this shit.
  • Salesman: *falls over dead*
  • Creepy Guy: *locks trunk and gets into car*
  • Salesman: *in the passenger seat* Well, that was very rude of you!
  • Creepy Guy: What the fuck!? *shoots at salesman*
  • Salesman: *dodges* I assure you, monsieur, I won't fall for the same trick again!
  • Creepy Guy: What the fuck are you!?
  • Salesman: I am but a humble salesman! *grabs creeper by the head and smashes it against the dashboard until he's a bloody pulp*
  • Salesman: Sorry about that, Monsieur, but I had to let off some steam. Being shot makes me ever so angry. Monsieur? Monsieur? Oh, you're dead aren't you! Jiminy, I've done it again. Well, I can still turn this into a sale.
  • Salesman: *snaps creepy guy's finger and signs a contract with it* Alright. There we go! Signed, Mr. Creeper. Thank you for lending me your blood, monsieur. Now that the contract's signed, you should be getting your product in no less than a week. Shipping fees apply. If you have any other questions, do feel free to call me. Oh, and sorry about your trigger finger. Haha, just some gallows humor from me! *leaves car and skitters off into the woods*
  • Clerk: *wakes up* Fuck, I'm tied up! Fuck! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! IS ANYONE THERE!? PLEASE HELP!
Miss Her? - August 17, 2016 - 1:01pm
  • Clawhauser: *staring at Nick* You sure you're okay? I mean... Judy's been gone for a day or so already, and you look awful. Trouble sleeping?
  • Nick: Look, Ben. I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed with doing all our stuff alone....You know, my mood doesn't depend on whether or not Carrots is here.
  • Clawhauser: I didn't mean anything by asking, Nick. It just seems like you're more... Reserved while she's gone.*smirks* It's okay to admit that you miss her! I know you do!
  • Nick: *coughs uncomfortably* what? Me, miss her? Nah. She probably misses me. I have more time to myself with her gone. A lot more time...
  • Clawhauser: Nick...How many times have you called her today?
  • Nick: *shrugs* eh... 6 or 7 times... But that's just because I had questions! Like.. Where she keeps the car keys and such.
  • Clawhauser: Riiiiiight. I bet watching her apartment for her isn't making things better, either. *giggles*
  • Nick: *blushing furiously, a flashback of him sitting on her couch staring at her family photos on the walls* It's torture... Didn't realize how quiet it is without her. Alright, subject change. And wipe that smug grin off your face. *rolls his eyes*
  • Clawhauser: *grins and mumbles to himself* I don't think he'll make it through this week...
Austin Mahone Preference/Imagine : He Thinks Your Pregnant When You're Really Not

You had been moody because of the stress of work for the past few weeks but Austin didn’t know because he was constantly in the studio rehearsing for the upcoming tour so when he saw your moodiness, it got him thinking.  "(YN), you alright?“ You were in the middle of cooking dinner and you saw his face reflecting off of a pan. "I’m fine, why would i not be?” “You seem stressed out lately and i heard you talking to your friend about missing your period and okay i’m just going to come out and say it, are you pregnant?” You dropped the sauce spoon into the sauce and glared at your fiance. “Pregnant? You think i’m pregnant? No, i’m not pregnant, i’m just stressed because work is a bitch and it isn’t letting up and whenever you’re home from the studio, i’m already asleep and don’t get to see you and i miss you and now i’m crying for no reason!” Austin slowly stepped to you. “(YN), relax baby. How about we both take a vacation and go relax for a while, and then you can quit your job because i know you hate it and well, maybe on this vacation, we really will get pregnant.” You smiled. “Is this your way of telling me you want a baby Austin?” “Yes, did it work?” “Well, yeah. How could i say no to having your baby, let’s get packing for this vacation!” you started to walk away and Austin pointed towards the food. “What about dinner?” “Turn the oven off, we’ll order something.” you shout back at him.

4

I live to let you shine (x)

happy graduation, Rachel. I love you so much. 

trying to identify yourself on the ace spectrum
  • resource: You've never had a "crush?" on anyone
  • me: yeah
  • resource: do you think certain movie or TV characters are "hot" but experience no attraction to the actor that plays them?
  • me: huh never thought about it like that
  • resource: do you admire attractive people but don't feel any sexual urge or desire for them?
  • me: I've never passed anyone attractive in the street and felt any desire to fuck them, no matter how pretty they were
  • resource: do you have sexual fantasies but no desire to seek out and experience them, and you don't feel unfulfilled for it?
  • me: fanfic is mostly good enough and it doesnt even need to be smut, gen is just as good
  • resource: do you never feel a "want" for any specific person, or any urge to choose a sexual partner?
  • me: thats me tho
  • resource: do you think that other activities are of an "equal" or greater pleasure/entertainment value than sex, and if presented with those alternatives might choose them for a "good time?"
  • me: yes yes yes
  • resource: do you feel like you want to become close with others but don't like the expectation that you're inherently having sex with them, even if you choose to?
  • me: fml
  • resource: do you ever feel you're 'missing out' on sex?
  • me: literally never
  • resource: would you be okay if you never had sex with another person ever again
  • me: yeah thats fine nbd
  • resource: is sex something you look forward to?
  • me: i never expect it tbh...
  • resource: congratulations! You might be somewhere on the ace spectrum!
  • me: but i don't know... i need more time to figure it out... is that really true...?