I was tagged by @izzybabewoods, @lovelyjace, and @mattlightwood to make an aesthetic based using only photos from my phone! It’s a, uh, flower crown and cat aesthetic. I guess.

I tag @captainmissamerica, @my-nameless-bliss, @thelushfiles, @princessblackbird, and @drhansdoom

im so angry
I am so a n gry

Like okay I’m sorry I’m mobile so I can’t put this under read more but I hope I’m not the only one who feels this way

so I’m pan as u all know

and I have this friend who is also pan

And she doesn’t know okay but

she sits next to me on the bus this one time and does it all the time where the word gay comes into the conversation and she goes

“I’m gay” and just shouts that shit out and is

happy to admit it to everyone but like
not everyone can do that

not everyone’s families respect their kids or their friends and what not and I just

Everyone I know that’s gay or pan or bi or whatever is happy to tell people and I just

I can’t be myself

And I can’t flirt

And I can’t date people because I just

Block out my sexuality in fear that people will find out and hate me

And I know people say “u do u you don’t have to tell them anything” but I do

Because I live with my parents
And I hang with my friends
And if I kissed a girl or whatever and brought one home

Idk what would happen

But I guarantee my parents won’t be cool with it or will say it’s a phase and I just

It makes me feel sick like

Good 4 u that u feel comfortable to talk about it

But have some respect that not everyone is fucking lucky enough to have people that will support them and help them through this time like you do or that they’re not strong enough to pull through I just

I’m sorry it just happens all the time and I want to cry

 ’ Hi my name is Gordon Freeman and I have short and thick chestnut hair that reaches my down to my collar and emerald green eyes like the gigantic resonance cascade lasers and a lot of people tell me I look like Bernhard Forcher (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gordon Ramsey but I wish I was because they’re a major fucking hottie. I have pale white skin. I’m also a theoretical physicist, and I fight aliens in New Mexico where I’m working at Black Mesa (I’m 27). I’m a nerd (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly orange. I love Wal-Mart and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a metal plating of an HEV with a lambda) and more of the HEV with orange leg things, black glasses and HEV boots that are silver. I was wearing the blood of my enemies. I was walking outside a Resistance base. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of hipsters stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

  “Hey Gordon Freeman!” shouted a voice. I looked up. 

  It was…Barney Calhoun! ’

  … This is what the kids his age are doing, right?

blushclover  asked:

a hand grips the back of his collar, and honestly if he would just /cooperate/ she wouldn't have to be so forceful with him. but he won't stop yelling about how 'there's a very important visitor coming ino, let me go!' blah blah blah. "you're taking a break. those bags under your eyes are disgusting and if you think you're gonna greet important people into this village looking like /that/ you're out of your damn mind. now c'mon. we're gonna fix that right up."

he’s JERKED backward, his teammate having put a sudden h a l t to his current assignment; the action only earns the blonde a vexed grumble, something along the lines of ‘dammit, woman—let me be’. however, it falls upon DEAF ears. shoulders slumping forward, and hands burrowing themselves within the pockets of his trousers, shikamaru turns on his heel to face his teammate, effectively BREAKING physical contact. he exhales audibly, bordering exaggeration, scowling at her—he’d a j o b to do, a m i s s i o n to accomplish, one that the HOKAGE had entrusted him with; he wasn’t about to let him down.

“i’m not taking a break,” he pushes the words past his teeth, clenching his jaw after the final syllable leaves his throat. “i’m to meet okasawa-san at the village gates in less than five minutes, and promptly escort him to hokage-sama’s office for a meeting regarding international affairs. i HIGHLY DOUBT he’ll be bothered by his escort’s s h i t t y appearance—thanks for calling me disgusting, by the way; what a class act you are.”

he’s well-aware of his appearance—he’d just STOPPED CARING, lazily gathering his hair in his hands, and tying it up each morning in the mirror, unmindful of any aslant strands; his clothing was CLEAN, for the most part, had one i g n o r e d the wear-and-tear of his jounin vest; and the bags beneath his eyes he simply could not help, having much DIFFICULTY finding sleep these days.

his eyes lock on to the passersby behind her, unable to hold her gaze. “maybe i am AWFUL to see, but i’ve been working my ass off ever since my promotion. what the hell have you been doing besides selling useless flowers and ogling konoha’s newest ‘eye-candy’?” roughly, he turns his back towards her, a physical sign that he wished to be LEFT ALONE. (this way, she can’t see the r e g r e t in his eyes.) “go inconvenience someone else.”