NO IM NOT BITTER AT ALL

@666betahinata ITS NOT LIKE I HATE HIM i could def learn to love him but as of now im sorta indifferent. im probably just bitter over all the characters bc emilia didnt get any screen time after the first 5 eps and im jealous

captainswagalicious  asked:

have yoy read half lost?????? oh my gosh i ajust finished it oh my goha

I’ve read it, and oh my goha indeed…. how 2 describe it??? I guess It was like when u have been working all day and u’ve been rly craving a grilled cheese? and everyone keeps talking about grilled cheese and you keep seeing pictures of grilled cheese, like, EveRyWHerE, and so u get home and u go 2 make grilled cheese and you spread butter lovingly on both sides and the whole time ur like W o w !! this grilled cheese is going to be r l y good!!
and so u grill it and it looks all golden and yummy. But then u bite into it and…. wow ok this isn’t what i expected ummm…. anyway. So u keep eating bc u still have faith in the power of grilled cheese, but as you keep eating u realise that EW!?? this grilled cheese has NO SUBSTANCE or FLAVOUR and…. all the old things u used 2 enjoy about grilled cheese have GONE. I mean…. yeah……… you heard about how this happened to o t h e r people’s grilled cheeses but nOT TO YOURS!!!? and then, slowly but surely your grilled cheese starts to disintegrate and all you are left with is a huge fucking pile of SALT AND BITTERNESS AND TEARS. and grilled cheese is ruined for you forever :)))

but yeah i mean Half Lost was ok.

antis: blackpink are only famous because of yg

antis: blackpink only has that many mv views because of (insert irrelevant ass boy group) is supporting them

antis: blackpink are trying to replace 2NE1

antis: blackpink are overhyped

antis: blackpink are trying to be like (insert random girl group)

antis: blackpink doesn’t deserve to win

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anonymous asked:

I'm 20 work a full time job attend uni ect but all the time I read phanfics and love Dan and Phil which is immature and childishappearently I've tried to stop but then I'll have a shit day and start again I know I need to grow up but I don't like it.

There is no such thing as being immature or childish sweetie! Im 19 and in uni with a job, mey is 20 and in uni, julianna is 21, and tori is 22 and we love dan and phil with all of our hearts! Why try to push away something that makes you happy? Embrace it, otherwise youll just be bitter. and screw everyone who says differently. Just be you (:

-Rachel

anonymous asked:

Hey do u remember when Harry spent all his free time golfing because that's Louis's favorite sport

Hey do u remember when Harry became the very first client at Louis’s new management company

Hey do u remember when Louis literally bought a house with Harry

Hey do u remember when Louis flew all the way to London from L.A. to celebrate the start of Dunkirk filming, hung out with H and Gemma, then went to a private club with H and we only found out about it because Andy Murray was also there celebrating Wimbledon

Hey do u remember when H kidnapped Louis in the trunk of a car, took him to Louis’s favorite venue in all of LA, where there was a surprise birthday party Harry organized, and he’d invited all of Louis’s family, and then personally roasted him, and then Louis thanked H for his generosity by nearly crying through his own birthday speech, showing concern for H’s well-being, and distracting fans so H could get out of the venue

there really needs to be more bioware female/female love interests with personalities like vivienne,aria or samara tbh

almost all of the characters with those kinds of character traits are either unromanceable females or just males (or just give me some monster girls and i’d be happy)
like it’s true do find males more attractive in a romantic way but would it really hurt to have some female/female love interest that are like 

u kno??

girls that look at you like they’re gonna kill you

me: *is still bitter that spoby is broken up and all the other couples seem to be getting together again and even the worst couple in the world also known as ezria is gonna get married but the only couple that actually made sense and had a great ass development and the most incredible storyline in that entire fucking show hasnt and i swear to god if paige returns and emily and her get back together and toby and spencer dont im going to sue every single person involved in pretty little liars* 

WOW OK [pls excuse my bitter self cursing so much, I'm bitter]

I’ve been avoiding this for the whole day but I can’t do it anymore.
firST OF FUCKING ALL: I KNEW KIERAN WAS THE KILLER (EVERYONE KNEW REALLY)
ALSO, WHY WHY WHY WOULD HE STAB FUCKING BROOKE SHES BEEN THROGH ENOUGH WITH JAKE AND HER FUCKING FATHER DYING. GOD. ALSO STAVO CRYING…FUCK..THAT HIT ME HARD.
AND WHAT IM REALLY REALLY REEEAAALLY BITTER ABOUT AND WILL FOREVER BE BITTER ABOUT: FUCKING ELI’S DEATH. WHAT THE FUCK MAN. ELI DIDNT HAVE TO DIE. WHY. ALSO WHY WOULD THEY MAKE HIM SAY SUCH SWEET THINGS TO EMMA BEFORE DYING (“I HEARD YOUR VOICE AND CAME TO HELP YOU”) I CRIED. BECAUSE MY SMOL SHADY SON DID NOT DESERVE TO DIE. IM SO BITTER. AND I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF THEY DARE KILL STAVO…GOD…I WILL BE THE NEXT KILLER.
LAST THING: THE ACTOR WHO PLAYS KIERAN (i can’t remember his name rn and I don’t wanna look it up) DID AN AMAZING JOB. I REWATCHED THE EPISODE JUST TO SEE HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS CHANGE FROM LIL SWEET CHILD TO CRAZY PSYCHO TO KINDA SCARED TO “FUCK IVE BEEN CAUGHT” TO “WOW THERES ANOTHER KILLER”. LIKE, IM COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH HIS ACTING IN THIS EPISODE. WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE HIS ACTING IN THIS EPISODE.
Noah is looking goooood.

Bitter Dreams

“A-Arin.”
He breathed against her skin, his lips and nose skimming against the length of her throat, bent invitingly.
She was soft and warm beneath him, her body shivering and wanting with his every touch. Her chest heaved with her breaths, the gentle curve of her breasts caught the candlelight, casting shadows that drew his gaze.
His hands explored fearlessly, reveling in the feel of her, the way she reacted to his touch. She was intoxicating, all gentle curves and desperate breaths. Her fingers pressed hard into the skin of his shoulders, her back arching beneath him as his mouth traveled lower.
She let out a heady moan, hand traveling up his neck to sink into his hair, gripping with enough pressure to draw a groan from his chest.
She writhed beneath him, thighs locked firmly around his hips, begging for more.
“A-aaah! Arin!”
“Say it.” He murmured against her skin, voice low and rough, teeth skating across her chest.
“I-I…”
He met her eyes, clouded and dark with lust, lips full and swollen and deliciously red. “Say it.”
She bit her bottom lip, eyes searing into his as she slid her hands around to his lower back. “I want you.”
She said it in Herrani, voice sweet, dangerous, and dripping in desire, like poisoned honey.
What little blood that was left in his head drained, his gaze turning feral as he gripped her thigh with almost enough pressure to bruise. “You have me.” His voice rasped, head dipping to ghost his lips over hers. “All of me.”
She cried out in pleasure, her nails raking down the broad expanse of his back, trailing red lines that stung in a pleasant way. Every scratch was a tally mark indicating each sensation of pleasure that he brought her.
Pulling his mouth to hers, she sealed their lips together, her taste intoxicating, addictive, deadly.
His brows furrowed, head swimming with sensations of pleasure, she kissed him as if she were drowning, desperate and greedy, and with every move, every breath, she was dragging him down with her.
“Kestrel.” Her name was sweeter than music, it rolled across his tongue as if it were the only thing he was meant to say, bloomed from his chest like he produced the sound with the beating of his heart.
“I-”

Arin gasped, eyes snapping open to stare at the ceiling above him, reality settling in slowly.
His fingers were clutching the sheet beneath him for dear life, his knuckles white from the force of his grip.
His bare chest was heaving, skin glistening in sweat. Heart beating a frantic staccato.
Taking a deep breath, he released the sheet and ran a hand across his face, fingers brushing over the area where his hair used to hang, before she had ordered it cut.
He stared at the ceiling, jaw tight, breath slowing.
Damn her.
Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes, seeing her face in his mind.
Damn her.
His chest was fit to burst from all the emotions welling inside of him. The god of lies must love him, because he had been lying to himself for months now.
He hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it, had been afraid of it, pushed it away and piled hatred and bitterness over it until it was hidden.
But he couldn’t deny it any longer.
He wanted her.
He wanted to hold her body against his, feel her breath on his skin, her heart beating against his, wanted to take that spark in her eyes and stoke it until it became a bright flame, a burning passion only for him.
He wanted to hear her beg him, to whisper forbidden things in his language, to hear her cry out and moan just for him.
He wanted to make her come undone beneath him, to see her gaze burn into his as he ravished her.
But most of all, he wanted her to want him.
And he hated himself for it.
He was a slave, her people had committed unspeakable things to his people, an entire race treated no better than dogs.
He was on a mission. But he knew, deep down.
Even if his mission succeeded, even if the Herran were to rise up and take back their land, to break the shackles of their imprisonment and earn their freedom.
Arin would still be a slave.
Kestrel may have bought his body with silver, but she was a thief.
With every clever look, with every word she spoke so well in his language, every note she played on her piano, every challenge she issued him. She had stolen his soul in slow, subtle ways.
And now she had it all.
Even if Herran earned its freedom, Arin would never be free again.
And all because he had fallen in love with Kestrel.

listen.

//grabs your face gently, leans in and whispers real close//

max caulfield is fucking BISEXUAL