am i grossing you out yet

Date ‘n Ditch

“Well. This is awkward.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“… What should we do?”

“Ain’t much we can do, unless you wanna go tell ‘em to stop.”

“As if!”

“Answered your own question then, didn’t ya Kagome?”

“But we can’t just sit here. It feels so… intrusive.”

“Keh! They’re the ones being gross in public. It’s their own fault if they get an audience.”

“I mean, I know they haven’t seen each other for awhile, but… it looks like they’re trying to eat each other’s faces.”

“More like eat each other’s tongues.”


“Tell it to those two!”

“This is the last time I ever go anywhere with Sango and Miroku.”


“They’re just… so…”


“… publicly affectionate.”

“Yeah, gross.”

“How’d you get roped into being here, Inuyasha?”

“I’m Miroku’s ride. You?”

“Sango and I had a movie date, but, well, the plans changed when Miroku called at the last minute.”


“I really wouldn’t have minded if Sango cancelled our plans. I know how weird Miroku’s work schedule has been, and it’s hard for them to have time together… but I think she felt bad about it, and kept insisting I should come along. Kinda wish I’d said no.”

“You shoulda said ’fuck no.’”

“… I won’t argue with you there.”

“This is really putting me off my food.”


“The whole restaurant is staring at us.”

“I guess it’s dinner and a show.”

“Ugh, don’t say shit like that, you’re gonna make me more nauseous than I already am.”


“… goddamn, did his hand just…?”


“And did she just—”

“Looks like it.”

“… fucking gross.”

“I can’t believe we haven’t been kicked out of here yet.”

“… You know what? Fuck this. Let’s go.”

“Huh? Go?”

“Let’s get out of here. Just 'cuz those two won’t get a room doesn’t mean we have to sit here and watch 'em.”

“You want us to ditch our friends?”

“Like they’d even care.”


“We could start a knife fight in here and they wouldn’t notice. I mean, look at them.”

“… yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

“Fucking finally. Don’t forget your coat.”

“What about the tab?”

“Let them deal with it.”

“I dunno, that doesn’t seem very—”

“We’ll pay 'em back later, let’s just go before I start puking.”

“All right. Where should we go?”

“We can hit that movie you and Sango were gonna see.”

“Works for me.”

“… we could get dinner afterwards, too. If, y'know, we’re hungry or whatever.”

“… Inuyasha, are you asking me on a date?”

“Keh! No. I’m rescuing your ass from our disgusting friends.”

“Ah. I see.”

“It ain’t a date.”


“It ain’t.”

“I believe you.”





“… if it were a date—which it isn’t, okay?—but if it were, would you, er…”



“Yes, I’d go with you.”

“… right. Okay. That’s, um, cool.”



“Will you go on a date with me?”

“… Fuck yes.”  

Thought I’d try my hand at my own dialogue challenge. :3


Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU

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Thank you so much to the fantastical @lenfaz, for lessons on child development, read-throughs and general hand holding.

Tagging: @katie-dub, @wholockgal, @kat2609, @whovianlunatic, @optomisticgirl, @ladyciaramiggles, @the-lady-of-misthaven, and whoever else asks.


Emma Swan had a PhD. Emma Swan had 1265 followers on Instagram. Emma Swan had every line of The Princess Bride memorized.

But one thing Emma Swan did not have?


She flicked the switch again, in the vain hope she’d just imagined it the first time. Nothing happened. She tried the outlet by the toaster. Nothing. Nada.

Because of fucking course Emma would wake up on the first day of the year to find her new apartment shrouded in unending darkness. Because what landlord in their right mind actually picked up the phone at 7am on January 1st? Hell, judging by what she’d seen out her window over the last few hours, they were probably just getting started on all their Hogmanay festivities. Everyone else seemed to be.

Only, Emma wasn’t going to accept defeat right away. Sure, cold Pop-Tarts were okay in a pinch, but it was still freezing out and she had a mighty need to crank up her space heater and put on a pot of coffee. She was very motivated.

It went to voicemail three times before someone finally picked up, the voice on the other end of the line irate and decidedly not sober.

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KnB: Last Game Reaction Part 1- Kuroko


I WATCHED IT THREE TIMES ALREADY AND I CAN’T GET ENOUGH. IT’S SIMPLY HEART PUMPING! Even if you do not know much about the characters, I think you could get into it because of the action/direction/music. 

Of course, if you’re into the series, you’ll CRY. 

I do not know where to start so I’ll start with my own elephant in the room– THAT ONE WITH KUROKOCCHI! :D 

When I watched this scene in the movie without the influence of other fans’ reactions, I was surprisingly calm and I didn’t raise my eyebrow too high. 

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If you are homophobic,transphobic,biphobic, or just lgbt+phobic please unfollow me; Honestly people like that are gross. To any of my followers that are apart of the lgbt+ community i am so proud of you (even if you are not out yet)

❖ embarrassing || drabble

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

genre: gross fluff, drabble

word count: 875

notes: i love!!! my baby!!! so much!! this was requested by an anonymous user, but i’m also tagging @saythename17scenarios!! idk if you remember me but i’m that anon who said i’d tag you in a fluff scenario and here i am aklsgsdgdhg its kinda rushed & sloppy but i hope u enjoyyyyy

“y/n, no, that’s not how you—” Seungkwan’s already breathless voice trails off into yet another fit of laughter when you place your finger over your ear and belt out an obscenely high-pitched and off-key note while striking a melodramatic pose to the music, keeling over to clutch at his cramping stomach and tears continuing to leak from his eyes. “That’s not how you — do it—”

“I hate to break it to you, Boo, but not everyone is naturally gifted with the vocal chords of a god. Some of us are human,” you sniff with a mouthful of cheesy pizza, but you’re smirking good-naturedly as you say it, continuing to bounce lightly on your heels as Pretty U blares around you loudly. There are discarded pillows and blankets everywhere, two pizza boxes, one empty and the other half-eaten, slumped onto the coffee table that’s become somewhat crooked in all your activity — the television is playing one of Seventeen’s live performances of the song you’re currently singing to, and Seungkwan’s legendary high note comes to an abrupt end.

You’d both assumed that you’d end up curled up on the couch to re-watch Mean Girls for the hundredth time to audibly judge and critique the behavior and clothing of the characters; thus, when Seungkwan called you explaining he had the day off and was on his way over, you immediately prepared enough snacks to feed a tenth of the starving kids in Africa and piled a bountiful amount of pillows and blankets on the couch.

And things went normally, too — for a while. Until you got a call and your ringtone — which is coincidentally Seungkwan’s part in Pretty U — rang from under the blankets. At the time he didn’t think anything of it, until you casually remarked that you could ace that note with a bit of practice, and his offense was obvious.

That’s how the two of you ended up where you are now, after Seungkwan said that he’d be able to teach you; you then responded by being cheeky and saying something about the quality of his high notes, when he lurched to his feet while uttering “my notes are the best quality,” and “i am a high note.”

Rather than a lesson in falsettos, it turned into a competition over who could simply scream the loudest and perform the most ridiculous dance moves to any music that came on throughout your playlist (Seungkwan was more touched than he’d like to admit when he found out that more than half of your playlist consists of Seventeen’s songs). A poorly executed running man, enough involuntary dabs to bring even Minghao to shame, Seungkwan’s short-lived twerks at your shameless request, and countless over-exaggerated hip thrusts courtesy of you when Very Nice’s tune began to play.

Seungkwan simply hums after catching his breath, a self-confident beam on his features as he places his hands on his hips. “Yeah, that’s true. Not everyone can be as talented as I am.” Another disbelieving grin spreads across your lips after you realize he’s being serious, and in the space of a second you’ve shoved the last of your pizza in your mouth and drag him down to the couch by his arm with a pillow in your other hand.

“You — overconfident — little — punk—” you breathe out between smacks of the soft cotton to his face in spite of his yells, finishing off with a light flick to his forehead and pushing strands of hair from your forehead, a pleased smile settling over your mouth. “That’s exactly right. Good boy. You’re my smart, talented, handsome boyfriend.” You almost let something slip about how he “also has a really great ass” but settle for keeping your mouth shut.

Even with the fiery blush on the apples of his cheeks, both from embarrassment and dancing for so long, you can tell that Seungkwan’s trying to force down his laughter, lips pressed into a quivering line. Silence settles over the two of you, both simply staring, and eventually the quiet becomes too much and you both burst into obnoxiously loud giggles. You shakily collapse beside him on the couch, laughing so hard it hurts your stomach, and every time you think you’re about to calm down the sound of his infectious laughter has you falling into hysterics and down onto the cushions again, feebly batting at his arm the entire time.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that, laughing until you sputter into quiet chuckles and holding onto each other so tightly like it’s all that’ll keep you from floating away.

“You’re ridiculous,” he pants once your giggles cease, tentatively wrapping an arm around your shoulder and looking up at the ceiling. “And embarrassing.”

“I simply speak the truth,” you hum, nuzzling yourself closer into his side and feeling your eyes growing heavy. “And you must be just as ridiculous because you apparently love me so much, right?”

“Um, no, not apparently. Don’t I make it painfully obvious with the whole “to the moon and back” thing?“

You release a flustered groan and slap his bicep one last time when he simply snickers, burying your face in the material of his t-shirt. "God, you’re the embarrassing one.”

“I know.”


A/n: This is my first post on here so I’d really appreciate any feedback and also any requests you might have for more. I want to do more romantic and just generally nicer things than this but I thought it was a good was to start.


I wrote this thinking the reader and Daryl are together but if you prefer not to it can be read either way.


Your body is shaking. Fear. Fear is the only thing you are feeling. Fear from uncertainty. Fear for your family. Fear for yourself. The bitter cold of the night surrounds you, but you’re too afraid to notice.

You’d heard every single word that he had said, but not one had set in. Not one brought you out of your fearful trance until he began his twisted rhyme.

“Eenie, meenie-”

You look left. You needed to see the faces of your group. You hoped, prayed that someone was ready to wake up from a sick dream. But they all just look so afraid. You’d been through so much together, seen them scared so many times, but it was never like this. It never should be.

“-miney, moe”

You feel sick. Your insides ache, your eyes sting. Each word is like a knife being stabbed into your chest, and every step he takes twists them, driving them deeper and deeper. Another tear stains your cheek.

“Catch a tiger”

You look right, meeting Daryl’s eyes for a moment. He isn’t trying to hide his fear like usual, no one is. You then look over Rosita and Glenn to your brother. He’s your rock. He always has been. He’s protected you no stop since your birth, but now you’re both powerless. You’ve never seen him cry. Until now.

“By his toe,”

The bat is waved in front of your face, clear as day. It was there for mere seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. You were too afraid to look at him, Negan. Afraid that if you do, you’ll be chosen to die.

Time feels as though it isn’t passing, but you’re trying to scrape back every moment, trying to stop it completely and escape this nightmare. Part of you sees a blur, part of you sees every detail. You can’t always distingusish what was Negan is saying but you can hear the noise. It’s ear splitting. A single drop of blood flies infront of your face, almost in slow motion. You can see the reflection of the headlights shining off it as it glides, and falls the the ground.
You try to block it out. You want to. You can’t.

You watch as Negan walks to Rosita, the bloody bat being shoved in her face. Still, you can’t hear the words, your mind can’t catch up to reality, but know whats coming. You can feel it in the pit of your stomach.
Daryl jumps up and swings at Negan, quickly being dragged back down. Anyone would have thought it impossible, yourself included, but you are more afraid now. There was only one thought dancing around your mind and it was the last thing you ever wanted to happen.

He’s going to die.

You start breathing heavily.

“That, ooh my, that is a no no. The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here.”

Dwight moves in with Daryls crossbow, pointing it at him. You let out a wimper that is so small but unstoppable.

“You want me to do it?”

Your head, your body, your heart is screaming. Screaming in pain and agony.

“No, no you don’t kill that, not until you try a little.”

They hoist Daryl back into line. You can feel a black hole was ripping you apart from the inside.

He’s going to die. He’s going to die.

“Anyway.. that’s not how it works. Now I already told you people, first one’s free. Then what I say, I say I will shut that shit down! No exceptions. Now I don’t know what kind of lying assholes you been dealing with, but I’m a man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you.. to know me.”

Your heart clenches. You know that Daryl is going to be killed but you can’t prepare yourself. You can’t look away. You can’t cry out. Negan looks directly at you, his teeth showing as a smirk plays on his face.

“So.. back to it”

In an instant the bat crashes down onto your brothers head. The cracking of the skull echoes. Blood begins to trickle down his face, coating his skin in a crimson river. Once, twice the bat comes down. You hear cries but you don’t know if they’re yours or someone elses. You desperately try to peel your eyes away but they’re locked onto him as he struggles to look at you in agony. His face is unrecognisable.

“Buddy, you still there? I just don’t know. It seems you’re trying to speak but you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard your eyeball just popped out. And it is gross as shit.”

You cry out as Negan prolongs your brother’s death, making it so much more painful.

He stutters out your name, blood oozing from him mouth. You cry harded. Negan walks closer to you.

“Oh, aw hell. I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry, I truly am, but I did say.. no exceptions.”

Again he swings, hitting and beating your brother relentlessly. One after another. Everyone’s in pain, physical and emotional, watching yet another member of their family being violently murdered, stripped of any dignity as strangers watch without so much as blinking an eye. You were sure now it was your cries as you choke on them. You can feel vomit rising in your stomach, and you gag but nothing comes up.

“You bunch'a pussies. Im just getting started. Lucille is thirsty.. she is a vampire bat.”

Negan walks over to Rick, who is frozen, staring at the pulp of your brothers head.
“What, was the joke that bad?”

Polaroids (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Summary: You and Reid attend a party which neither of you remember very well until you find a polaroid which neither of you can seem to explain.

Word Count: 1535

Requested: No. Sorry, I will get to the requests eventually, I have just had writers block for a while and this is the first idea that came to my head.

Warnings: some language, a guy being a douchebag idk

9:02 AM

I wake up on the floor, rubbing my head. I can feel a wave of sickness rushing through me and I rush to my feet, scrambling to the nearest bathroom. I wretch up the contents of my stomach, laying down on the bathroom floor once my stomach finished.

10:01 PM

The music blared throughout the house, as I practically inhaled another cup of beer. I stumbled onto the dance floor, only to be greeted by a flash of a camera. When I looked to my left, a girl was holding a polaroid camera. She waited for the picture to develop, and flipped it around to show it to me. There I was, looking drunk and confused. Perfect.

9:15 AM

As I wander through the apartment, I see the remnants of a killer party, most of which I can barely remember. I see a few people still passed out on couches and rugs, yet to wake up and realize they were still at someone else’s house.

11:16 PM

Me and Spencer Reid, my best friend, danced together. Not like, couple dancing. You know, grinding on each other and stuff. We just danced within each other’s proximity, him occasionally straightening me up when I almost fell over. I felt so alive.

“Y/N, your dress!” Spencer screamed over the blaring music.

I looked down and saw the front of my skin-tight dress had slipped down and my bra was showing. Slightly embarrassed, I pulled the material over my bra and continued dancing.

9:21 AM

I notice polaroids littered all over the floor and walls, and I remember the girl who had taken my picture. I scan the picture-covered wall, and sure enough, I find me looking drunk and confused. Perfect. I continue browsing the wall when I nearly pass out. I have to take a double take, several times, and even then I almost cry out loud.

12:01 AM

Me and Reid stand by the drink table, not even trying to talk, knowing we wouldn’t be over the hear each other over the noise. We would just occasionally point out super-drunk people to each other who were dancing like idiots.

“Hey, baby,” I looked over my shoulder to see a guy I didn’t recognize. He wore a devilish smirk on his face that made my stomach flip, in either a good or bad way. I couldn’t decide. “You look gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?” I asked innocently.

“No, but I’d like you to.” He practically had to scream over the music, but I could hear the intent in his voice.

“No thanks. I’m not interested.” I turned back to look at Reid, who wore a frown on his face, carefully watching the guy who had talked to me.

What’s wrong? I mouthed. He just shook his head.

“C’mon, baby. You know you want to. We can head upstairs and get to know each other.” I turned my head to face the guy, a little annoyed at his persistence.

“I said no.”

“C’mon, baby, please just–”

“She said no, man.” I turned my head to see Reid, looking down at his drink, speaking almost inaudibly.

“What did you say to me?” The guy asked, and I could feel the testosterone coming off of him.

“I said leave her alone. She’s obviously not interested.” Reid looked up at the guy now, setting down his drink and crossing his arms over his chest, defiance laced across his face.

“Make me.”

And with that, the guy was out cold. Reid wasn’t a small guy, and I wasn’t surprised he could knock someone out with one punch, but I had no idea he would, especially for me.

9:23 Am

I rip the picture from off the wall, rubbing my eyes over and over to make sure I am seeing correctly. I can’t believe it. It can’t be possible. There is NO WAY.

“Oh, hey Y/N. I see you forgot to leave as well.” Reid approaches me, talking in a low morning voice, making it obvious he just woke up. “Need a ride home?”

“Umm, no, I’m… I’m fine… I was gonna… I’m just gonna… you know… I was just gonna head out… now. Yeah, now.” I shove the picture into my back pocket, and rush towards the door.

“I’ll see you later then, I guess,” I hear a confused Reid mutter from behind me.

12:31 AM

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Reid asks yet again, the cold night air blowing his hair in his face. We stand on the balcony of the house, the muffled sounds of music coming from behind us.

“Yes,” I laugh, “I’ve been hit on by many a douchebag. It’s no big deal really. You didn’t have to knock him out.”

“Yes I did!” He shouted,suddenly looking angry. “Did you see the way he was looking at you? Like you were some piece of meat. It was gross. No one should ever look at you like that. I won’t let anyone look at you like that.”

“I’m not a damsel in need of protecting, Spencer. I didn’t need you to come save the day. I was not in any immediate danger because a guy, a pretty attractive guy I might add, wanted to hook up with me. Maybe I was just saying no because I was hanging out with you, and we were having fun, and I didn’t want to leave you by yourself.” I let out, throwing your hands in the air

“Oh, so you did me a favor. How ever can I thank you enough?” Reid spat at me, sarcasm evident in his tone. “God, I try to do something nice for you, and all you do is tell me how you had it all under control, and you don’t need me. Well why don’t you just go find Mr. Shallow Piece of Shit and spend the rest of the night with him? I’m sure you’ll have more fun with him anyways.”

“Maybe I will. At least he won’t look at me like I’m a damsel in distress.” And with that I stomped back into the party, looking for the guy that was hitting on me earlier.

9:50 AM

I finally make my way home, ignoring all the scolding coming from my roommate as I rush up the stairs. I plop down face-first on my bed. My hand automatically goes to my back pocket and pulls out the picture. I stare at it for what seems like an hour, and I still couldn’t understand. All of sudden, my phone starts buzzing and I see Reid is calling. My hand shakes as I press the green button.

“Hi,” I say, my voice muffled by the pillow I hold over my face.

“Hey, I was talking to Garcia just now and she told me, that umm… well… wait, let me start over. Do you remember anything from last night?” He asks, sounding just as confused as I am.

“Not a damn thing,” I mutter, still staring at the picture.

“Oh. Okay, well. Forget I called. I see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, Spencer, I–” The phone beeps and I look down at the screen. He hung up.

12:54 AM

Turns out Mr. Shallow Piece of Shit left. I was left sitting alone in a chair in the corner of the room, sipping a cup of beer. A few people came and asked me to dance, but I refused. All of the energy that had come from wanting to piss Spencer off was gone, and now I was just numb.

“Hey, mind if I sit here,” Reid said, looking apologetic.

“Sure, go ahead.” I looked down at my cup, avoiding eye contact.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I–”

“No, Reid. You were just trying to be a good friend. I was just being a bitch.”

“Well, yeah, but still. I shouldn’t have stepped in. I was just jealous and for a second it looked like you might have been interested in him and we both know that would–”

“Wait, what,” I cut him off. “You were jealous?”

“Oh, shit, I just said that… umm… do you want a drink,” he mumbled, quickly getting up from his seat, “I’m parched, personally. I’m just gonna go and–”

Once again I cut him off, grabbing his arm before he could run off.

“No you don’t. You don’t just say something like that and pretend it didn’t happen. You were jealous?”

His face fell. “Y/N, I… I…”

“Just say what you want to say. It’s better than hiding your feelings.”

Instead of speaking, openly admitting his feelings verbally like I had expected him to, he grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss, his lips crashing against mine. At first I was shocked, nearly pulling away, but slowly I melted into his touch. His arm wrapped around my waist and my hands pulled on his hair. Suddenly, a flash went off. We both looked in the direction of the light, and saw the girl standing there with her polaroid camera, running off before I could catch her.

“Hey,” I said, chasing after her, Reid close on my tail, “COME BACK HERE!”

Sorry for not posting in awhile, but I hope you liked it! Let me know if you guys want a part 2.

Deadpool's Post-Credit Scene

Dear lovely people who made the Deadpool movie,

I am an usher at a movie theatre and have worked almost everyday since the movie came out. It has been crazy busy. I haven’t seen the movie (yet) but I have seen the post-credit scene. Many times.

Whoever thought of having Deadpool basically tell people to pick up their garbage is a fucking genius. Picking up the garbage is the most unnecessary, time-wasting and gross thing ever. Deadpool has been selling out, and yet pick-up has been the easiest I have ever seen for this type of crowd and its size.

Other movies, follow the example.
Deadpool, you are fucking awesome.

An extatic usher

lena-lipbite-luthor  asked:

It's 7:06pm and I'm thinking it's time for another R&C. Breaking out some good stuff to cope with my thinky thoughts on SG. It's necessary.

See this is why I’m avoiding the episode. I have enough fuel in my heart from the reactions of everyone that I don’t want to see it. I am thankful that I don’t follow anyone that thinks that relationship is appropriate because I have yet to see the gross kiss. 

I’m really annoyed with the outcome of the season. We had great moments leading up to the second half. We had sister bonding moments, we had Alex coming out (which was the best coming out arc, I have ever seen), and good ole badassary with the SuperFriends. Then all the sudden it turned into ‘lets take a huge crap on Kara’s character.’ You know me, I would love for SuperCorp to be a thing, but I also just want Kara to have a friend or love interest that raises her up instead of tearing her down.

I also have harsh feelings about the things Mon El said in the last episode. “Things were easier on Daxam when I objectified women and didn’t care about anyone.”  That is not an okay thing to be said on television. Especially in the political climate we are in now. That line is literally as repulsive as saying “Just grab her by the p*ssy” IT IS NOT OKAY TO PROMOTE OBJECTIFYING WOMEN! We live in an unfortunate society where people believe that you can treat women like such and this kind of talk makes it seem okay. This said “FAMILY” show is okay with a popular male character saying that but heaven forbid there is more than two LGBT characters and relationships. I am disgusted for all the women out there.  

And before anyone comes barking and yelling at me for wanting more representation and saying that only “the lesbians” want more of these characters. I am a straight male. And there is not enough representation at all. The research conducted by Glaad, an LGBTQ media advocacy organization, “found that 4.8% (43) of the characters expected to appear on primetime scripted broadcast TV will be LGBTQ” (x


How many straight relationships that are literally cut from the same material, do I have to see before there’s more than 5% of representation? 

In conclusion, I am extremely annoyed with the CW for queer baiting. They knew that if Sanver’s Valentine’s Day wasn’t promoted or in the episode they would have lost the ratings for the week.  

                   BOOK STARTERS [4] ( CLOUD ATLAS ) ( DAVID MITCHELL )

  1. ❛ A wise man does not step betwixt the beast and his meat. ❜
  2. ❛ So, kill me. Tell the others I attacked you so you killed me. ❜
  3. ❛ Should never have come here. ❜
  4. ❛ Hard to guess my tastes. ❜
  5. ❛ Can’t it wait until the morning? ❜
  6. ❛ You’ll find temper tantrums won’t help you here. ❜
  7. ❛ It must have taken courage to return. ❜
  8. ❛ It all sounds grimly dystopian. ❜
  9. ❛ I am not afraid of you! ❜
  10. ❛ All this could be avoided! ❜
  11. ❛ You consider me a murderer? ❜
  12. ❛ Gross way to die. ❜
  13. ❛ What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. ❜
  14. ❛ My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops? ❜
  15. ❛ Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others. ❜
  16. ❛ I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there. ❜
  17. ❛ You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn’t mean you’re defective - it just means you’re human. ❜
  18. ❛ Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible. ❜
  19. ❛ Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty. ❜
  20. ❛ Truth is singular. Its ‘versions’ are mistruths. ❜
  21. ❛ Dreams are all I have ever truly owned. ❜
  22. ❛ Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. ❜
  23. ❛ I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. ❜
  24. ❛ By each crime and every kindness, we birth our future. ❜
  25. ❛ The healthy can’t understand the emptied, the broken. ❜
  26. ❛ Lying’s wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right. ❜
  27. ❛ The weak are meat the strong do eat. ❜
  28. ❛ Do whatever you can’t not do. ❜
  29. ❛ What precipitates outcomes? Vicious acts & virtuous acts. ❜
  30. ❛ I remain thankful to God for all his mercies. ❜
  31. ❛ You can maintain power over people, as long as you give them something. Rob a man of everything, and that man will no longer be in your power. ❜
  32. ❛ Power. The ability to determine another man’s luck. ❜
  33. ❛ Pain is strong, aye - but friends’ eyes, more strong. ❜
  34. ❛ Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively. ❜
  35. ❛ Why ask a question whose answer would demand ten more questions? ❜

anonymous asked:

hey, could you help with figuring out if im feeling(?) compulsory het and/or internalized homophobia? whenever im around girls and talking to them i feel super comfortable and happy but when i talk to boys or am. around them im p uncomfortable.. but when i imagine myself being with a girl i feel gross (and yet being w a guy is out of the question lmao)

that sounds more along the lines of internalized homophobia

try to like. analyze why that gross feeling might be; 

- Do you think that you might want to be with a girl, but theres some deep feeling that its wrong of you to have those wants? 
- Do you often feel that grossed out feeling when experiencing even the slightest forms of attraction? 
- With the grossed out feeling, do you experience a sort of guilt? And/Or does said guilt follow you with interactions with other girls?

hope this helps!

About EXP

To anyone who thinks this is just some parody thing or joke, and think it’s okay, think again. Kim Bora is trying to undermine anything any Kpop group has done and worked hard for. She says that Kpop wasn’t even popular in Korea until PSY’s Gangnam Style and shit like that, which is utter bullshit. EXP is making fun of Korean culture (not to mention labeling it as Asian culture) and it is supposed to be an academic social experiment to show how apparently Kpop is just one big appropriation of the west with no Korean aspects. Um okay… yet she is trying to teach EXP how to “act like Korean boys” as if you could just generalize an entire people like that. It’s gross and disrespectful, and making a joke out of an entire country and culture, while dragging in the rest of Asia as well. I am not offended as an EXO-L, but as a person of sound reason.

cable & deadpool #001-002 ( 2004 )

  • “ look out, buttercup!”
  • “ nice haircut, ___”
  • “ hello? is anyone there?”
  • “ i’ll pass.”
  • “ it pays a lot.”
  • “ so… how much money?”
  • “ guns n’ ammo are easy to come by. even in france.”
  • “ i’m itchin’ like nuts – you mind if i take my face off?”
  • “ you must be yourself before you can be one.”
  • “ yeah. okay. don’t do that. preach. don’t. i WILL gouge eyes and stuff.”
  • “ so you ain’t freaked out by this?”
  • “ okay, now see, I’M grossed out!”
  • “ keep the motor runnin’ in case this place freaks me out too much.”
  • “ okay, first of all, i haven’t taken the job yet.”
  • “ am i on star trek or somethin’ – ‘cause i can do the shatner-roll if i have to.”
  • “ doctors say it ain’t contagious.”
  • “ sounds rough.”
  • “ i was EMPTY inside. as are so many of us. as are you.”
  • “ madness or genius?”
  • “ hah! you ARE humorous.”
  • “ a regular riot once you get t’know me.”
  • “ exactly what is this job?”
  • “ jerk.”
  • “ i must be hungry.”
  • “ you haven’t eaten any of your food.”
  • “ i wanted to get to know you.”
  • “ don’t get agitated. i wouldn’t like you when you’re agitated.”
  • “ what choice did i have?”
  • “ you could have learned to control your abilities.”
  • “ i don’t cause, i END.”
  • “ do i get the story?”
  • “ so, is this going to be, like, a testosterone thing?”
  • “ i’m here to help.”
  • “ ah, c’mon! you got my shoes!”
  • “ sorry. i feel terrible! how come this stuff we swallowed isn’t affecting you?”
  • “ notice anything strange yet?”
  • “ i can’t find my keys!”
  • “ look where you always lose them!”
  • “ idiot. every day, same thing.”
  • “ how about you try earning some money?”
  • “ oh, have you been earning money? i hadn’t noticed!”
  • “ aagh! i’m hit!”
  • “ say you love me. say it.”
  • “ whud time– ah-hmhhm… what time is it?”
  • “ time for you to help me.”
  • “ so, i was HIRED to find this stuff, ___. what’s YOUR excuse?”
  • “ so basically, it’s a very dangerous weapon.”
  • “ i prefer not to be so cynical.”
  • “ and exactly how would that be a good thing?”
  • “ believe whatever you want.”
  • “ so since my job is ‘bring back safe and sound’ an’ yours is ‘search and destroy,’ i guess kicking your butt is inevitable?”
  • “ don’t make me laugh while i do this.”
  • “ no, because this stuff is going to kill you in fourty-seven seconds.”
  • “ i know. relax. i can take the pain away.”
  • “ ‘systems don’t work, people work.’ i only wish i could be sure that people really DO work.”
  • “ you have no clue what changing a world REALLY requires.”
  • “ youth doesn’t excuse stupidity. but it does give you a second chance to get it right.”
  • “ where were you an hour ago?”
  • “ all that soda, y’know. then there was this soccer game on, an’ someone left a crossaint basket out, with all the little jellies and… ah, i can talk ‘til you’re all blue in the face– and soon, you will be!“

anonymous asked:


“youre my best friend but one day you giggled/touched my shoulder/grinned/etc and now i look at you VERY differently for christs sake y me” au

ROUGH KISS. (i cringe at these basic ass titles)

Kylo Ren had seen you as his apprentice–nothing more–someone who would help him out on the battlefield when his uncle and the scavenger who caused the scar on his face came out to finally play. Sure, you were cute and all, he couldn’t lie about that–but this was strictly…business? He wasn’t one to have a love life, let alone, a social life as he was a commander and master…so how was he supposed to even deal with thinking you were simply cute? “Again.” Kylo breathed behind his mask as the two of you were sparing.

The commander would be lying if he said you weren’t impressive, or as he once admitted to you: ‘beyond impressive’–and still, till this day–Kylo couldn’t get the look of your face out of his mind. You were so…happy, so amazed that Kylo had thought highly of you. Out of all people, Kylo. You had been complimented by Hux before and for some reason that didn’t compare to this. Kylo was your master, your mentor, someone you were supposed to look up to in a way–minus the ashes you had learned about–but all in all, he was your guidance. “Really…another round?” You asked, taking in a deep breath as you straightened your back, hand hanging dangerously close to your side as your ignited lightsaber nearly dragged against the matting of the floor. “This is what, round thirty? I’ve lost count after fifteen, I’m growing-”

“I said, again…” Kylo spoke bitterly. Lately he had been a bit…harsh, if you had to simply state. Instead of being helmet-less, he wore his bucket. Instead of training for the necessary two hours, he went for four…and it was safe to say you were completely wrecked

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anonymous asked:

What is your favorite vegan cheese brand?? I'm trying to find a good one that melts particularly well!

Ohh my two favs are chao and miyoko! Sadly it seems like daiya is most available but i personally think it is kind of gross unless in very small portions in a meal. Chao i get at safeway so i assume that is more accessable?? Miyoko is incredible but it actually started in my town (no this isn’t why i love it, it is just actually the best haha) so i don’t think you can get it in a ton of places yet. I am sure you van google both those and find more places. Also follow your heart isn’t too bad and i think that is in more places- their parmesan out of like a shaker is super super yummy and i haven’t tried too many of their other kinds to confidently say i love them but they are worth checking out too!


           i’m sorry, but i’m super fucking salty, between certain things in two of my favorite fandoms over the last couple of days it’s really killing my muse. so i probably won’t be around much for the next couple of days. i’m sick and tired of reading ship hate, and seeing character bashing and gross call out posts. tumblr is suppose to be fun, writing is suppose to be an escape from the shitty, and lately??? not so much. irl i have a ton of shit i don’t broadcast about but life’s life ya know?? whatever, anyway, call this a semi-hiatus, or whatever, and it covers here, @geniusidict && @lastjones i’ll still be logged in on mobile so hmu or ask for my d.scord if you want. ~ mars xoxo

hciwa  asked:

13. What about your muse makes you sad? [ TALK ANGST TO ME BANANA ]


     If I say everything, would that be cheating? CRIES

     Ok real talk though like… there are honestly like several things about her that make me sad. T_T The first one would be the fact that she loved Gérard. People might disagree with me on this but I remember seeing that if Widowmaker is revived by Mercy she’ll actually scream out his name. She visited his grave in the comic. SHE WAS HAPPY IN HER WEDDING PHOTO. SHE STOPPED DANCING FOR HIM. SHE TELLS ANA THAT SHE KNOWS NOTHING WHEN SHE SAYS GERARD WAS A FOOL FOR MARRYING HER. EVERYONE CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS BECAUSE AMELIE LACROIX LOVED GERARD AND SHE WAS FORCED TO KILL HIM AGAINST HER WILL. (P.S, I have a headcanon regarding this topic that I’ll toss out eventually too ;3)

     The second is up to interpretation, given that this is just how I’ve come to understand her and how I’ve gotten comfortable with her portrayal… but whenever she tries to recall emotions, or the way something felt (like if she’s remembering a happy memory, or one that made her sad) and the emptiness that follows just… murders me. She was taken from a life that was her own, she was happy, she had a loving husband and knew many people in Overwatch that she considered her family, and to be suddenly ripped from that and subjected to torture just because she happened to be the ‘weak link’ of it all. She can’t remember how these feelings felt, and it puts a weight on her chest– makes it harder for her to breathe because she’s trying to remember something she can’t experience anymore.

      Since she can’t feel any emotion anymore, she’ll get frustrated because she knows she’s not supposed to have emotions. She’s not supposed to experience love, or joy, or sadness– she was changed to be a weapon and she has to carry out her duty. If she shows ANY hint of weakness, Talon will dispose of her, or they’ll subject her to additional treatments. This is why she carries herself so proudly and looks down at everyone else, because only the weak need emotions.

terratenshi  asked:

Paul Nungesser was also accused of rape (and found innocent) by a male friend of Emma's whos story was found to be inconsistent, illogical, and brought down by his own evidence. Now the accuser wants to do a dance/art project about it as well.

I am…disturbed beyond reason right now.

In my 32 years on this planet, let me tell you:  I have seen some shit.  I laugh about the first time I encountered “goatse”.  I first saw Faces of Death when I was twelve.  I’ve spent an extensive amount of time researching the science behind murder.

And yet, it’s the petty human behavior found lurking behind every door that consistently grosses me out more than anything else in the world.

The media still doesn’t want to admit that people are abusing serious issues in order to reap social and financial benefit.  Our culture is enabling this behavior, and modern “feminism” is the single worst offender of all.