and got to see anna again

WANNA HEAR ME RANT

NO

TOO BAD

I GOT SICK AGAIN AT SCHOOL TODAY BECAUSE MY LIFE FUCKING SUCKS THEN I HEARD SOMEONE COME IN THE BATHROOM AND ASK IF I WAS OKAY

SO I SAID I WAS AND FINISHED THROWING UP TO GO SEE THE PERSON WHO TURNED OUT TO BE A COUNSELOR

KEEP IN MIND I NEVER LIKED THE BITCH IN THE FIRST PLACE

SO SHE SAYS “Anna did you really throw up” AND I WAS LIKE “WTF YES”

SHE GIVES ME THIS SKEPTIC LOOK

THEN THE BITCH TAKES ME TO GET MY STUFF SO I ASK LAST PERIOD TEACHER TO CALL THE NURSE

BUT SHE CAN’T CUZ I WASN’T CURRENTLY IN HER CLASS (LEFT IN THE MIDDLE TO PUKE AND THE BELL RANG WHILE I WAS IN THERE)

SO I GET TO FOURTH PERIOD A FEW MINUTES LATER WITH BITCH TEACHER WITH ME

AND SHE JUST STOOD OUTSIDE AND WATCHED ME FOR TWO MINUTES SO I WOULDN’T ASK THE TEACHER TO GO TO THE NURSE

FUCKING HAWK BITCH

SO I TELL FOURTH PERIOD TEACHER I NEED TO GO TO THE NURSE BECAUSE DOUCHEY MCFUCKERPANTS WOULDN’T LET ME

AND SHE SAID “well if she said no I’m sure she knows best”

SO I GET TO GO IN THE BACK ROOM TO “REST” WHEN I’M ACTUALLY TEXTING MY DAD IN TEARS BECAUSE I WAS SO ANGRY AND IN PAIN

I USED A SPECIAL PASS TO GO TO MY STUDY HALL TEACHER (WE’RE TOTAL BROS OR WHATEVER THE COOL KIDS SAY NOWADAYS) AND SHE LETS ME GO

BUT THERE’S A SUBSTITUTE AND NOT THE REGULAR NURSE SO I WAS HAPPY THAT I WOULDN’T BE TREATED LIKE A LIAR AGAIN

I TELL HER I PUKED AND AS I’M SAYING THAT GUESS WHAT HAPPENS

FOURTH PERIOD TEACHER COMES IN LOOKING FOR ME

SEES ME ON THE COT

LOOKS AT LADY

AND SAYS

“oh she’ll be fine just send her back”

AND SUB SAYS “oh okay lol” AND I WAS LIKE “DUDE CALL MY DAD” (I ALREADY TEXTED HIM AND HE WAS PISSED OFF AND COMING ANYWAYS)

“just lie down for a bit and go back to class”

AND I LOST IT

I START SCREAMING “ONE STUPID TEACHER ACCUSED ME OF FAKING BEING SICK AND SENT ME BACK TO CLASS, AND THIS ONE WOULDN’T LET ME COME DOWN HERE BECAUSE APPARENTLY I AM ‘FINE’”

ANGRY TEARS ARE ROLLING DOWN MY CHEEKS

BITCHES TURN OUT TO BE FRIENDS AND I TEXT MY DAD WHILE THEY ARE TALKING

HE’S PISSED OFF AND COMES ANYWAY

SUB GETS PHONE CALL AND SAYS “Anna did you contact your dad”

AND I SAID “MAYBE I DID

AND MAYBE

I

DIDN’T”

SO MY DAD HAS WRITTEN A BUNCH OF ANGRY EMAILS AND I AM STILL PISSED

FUCK MY SCHOOL

Veep Style (or my longest post ever)

The way Veep uses costumes to demonstrate character has interested me for a while, and so I’m diving in to the subject just this once.  Everything I learned about ‘reading’ costume I learned from reading Tom and Lorenzo’s Mad Style recaps (if you’re a Mad Men fan who’s somehow never encountered them, go forth and read).  Needless to say, this won’t be anywhere near as comprehensive, and in fact will be chiefly focused on one character, which is Amy.

There’s a simple reason for this - Amy is the most dynamic dresser on the show.  Which isn’t to say that she’s necessarily stylish - Selina knows how to dress to convey very specific messages (as does Dan), something Amy mostly doesn’t do (with one hilarious exception).  But there are two reasons why Amy’s style changes so much more than anyone else’s over the course of the show.  

Within the world of the show, Amy starts off as a comparatively young woman (say approximately 30 at the beginning?), and one who has never felt particularly comfortable with her own beauty or confident in her ability to attract men.  She also desperately wants to be taken seriously in an environment that is not particularly friendly to her.  Outside the world of the show, Anna Chlumsky has had two babies - which means her body has gone through far more dramatic changes than any other member of the main cast.  (Reid Scott and Timothy Simmons’ receding hairlines don’t really compare).  

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Anna: “I don’t even know what love is.” This is the most complicated, broken, and profound line in the entire movie that was said by an equally complicated, broken, and profound character. Wait, What?

I know people will most likely agree or notice that Elsa is more glorified and magnified than Anna. Elsa is widely celebrated that she has become a whole franchise on her own singlehandedly. In Disney stores and in other stores carrying the “Frozen” merchandise, I notice that everything with Elsa’s face in it are always sold out whereas Anna’s…you can see that there are always a lot floating around. That she’s only just a spare. If a kid asks for Elsa, and her dolls are out of stock, she settles for Anna. Anna, the princess, not the Queen. Anna, the klutz, not the elegant and graceful character. Anna, the underrated character in her own movie.

What’s my point here? I’m not talking about sales statistics. I’m merely stating the obvious. We see more of  Elsa’s story get more notes and analyses here on Tumblr. She’s this utterly gorgeous muse with a tragic backstory that makes her so complicated and so enigmatic. She’s the one with the anthemic song with the sexy hips and gorgeous ice dress. She has ice powers, which make her so disarmingly hotter, and way more interesting that Anna, the younger sister who’s unashamedly ordinary compared to her sister.

I’m not trying to push Elsa off the pedestal and make Anna outshine her; wrong. That’s just how it is. Anna is underrated and there’s no denying that. But it makes me quite sad when I see people write about how Anna is just this naïve, gullible, and shallow character who fulfilled Disney’s aesthetics by being the typical princess who is love-starved and seeks romance as her main goal throughout the movie; to find a prince, kiss, and live happily ever after. Anna fulfilled that, yes. There was Kristoff, the kiss, and happily ever after. But that all came with a price. But she’s more than that. Way more than that.

“I don’t even know what love is.” My focus is this line because there are so many layers to it. 

Let’s tackle the question with some hypothetical questions and some counter statements that I also thought about, shall we?

1. Anna knows what love is. It’s not like she was locked away like Elsa was. She had her mom and dad. So if anything, Elsa should be the one who would be fitting to say that.

Yes, Anna had more contact with her mom and dad and I’m sure they compensated for Elsa’s absence by being there for her. Anna was free to hug her parents. She was free to play with her mom and dad. They had a good relationship for the most part. Anna loved them and they loved Anna. But honestly, if my sister just stopped talking to me and my parents wouldn’t give me an actual answer as to why, I’d feel pretty devastated.

I’d feel hated by my own sister. I don’t know how much (or if at all) it was emphasized by her parents that Elsa didn’t hate her whenever she asked why Elsa won’t see her anymore, but it still doesn’t excuse the fact that they kept her in the dark. Anna was betrayed from the very beginning by her own parents. All these doors. All these excuses. All these unanswered questions. It was unfair. Although her parents meant well, I’m pretty sure Anna had already formed conflicting thoughts about the concept of what love is. Why is Elsa gone? Why won’t Mama and Papa tell me? Don’t they trust me?

2. If Anna is so desperate for love and the company of people, why didn’t she go with her parents on that ship? That could’ve been her chance to explore the world. Heck, she also has a choice of leaving the castle. It’s not like Elsa told her to be locked in, too. 

I’ve seen someone write about this, but I’ve reblogged it a long time ago so I can’t really find it right now. It’s interesting how Anna stayed behind when she could’ve gone with her parents. She was fifteen years old and during that time period, hell yeah, she’s pretty darn legal. People got married even before fifteen. She didn’t need to go with her parents. She had a choice. And her choice was to stay.

Why? Okay, so Mama and Papa will be gone for two weeks. TWO WEEKS. That’s enough time for me to convince Elsa to come out of her room. Hopefully. I’ll even camp out by her door! I’ll bribe her with chocolates! Wait, what? It’s been way too long. I’ll use this time to come up with a plan to make her talk to me without Mama and Papa telling me not to go near her door. Elsa doesn’t hate me. I think. I mean, she’s my sister! Maybe, even for just a few days, Elsa and I can finally have some time for ourselves without anyone telling me not to bother her. I need to stay behind. I need to talk to her. Joan doesn’t say much. I miss Elsa. 

I think that’s how it went down in Anna’s mind. Or close to it. I mean, if she went on that ship, she would’ve died and uhh…there will be no movie. But two weeks became forever. And the door remained shut for another three years although the plan to have it opened did not waver.

She never opened those gates and left Elsa alone because where Elsa is, there she will be, too. Who will embrace Elsa with open arms when she finally opens that door? Anna won’t miss it for the world. 

I think this is the part where Anna’s faith in her sister wavered. God, she was so excited, so nervous, and so desperate to keep her sister’s attention. She standing so close next to Elsa. And Elsa is finally talking to her. They had, max, three minutes of screen time together. Three minutes or so of finally reconnecting. But Elsa and her own version of unconditional love for Anna, pushes her away once again and breaks her own heart again in the process.  Everything was going well….what did I ever do to her?

It’s just so absolutely brilliant how Hans comes in the picture a second after this scene to catch her as she tripped and about to fall. As if he was the one who will save her metaphorically. Hans, who echoes Anna’s pain (or pretends to) captures Anna’s heart immediately. He talks to her, makes her feel important, he…TALKS to her. It wasn’t a painting. It wasn’t her face against a door talking to a voiceless human being that was inside that room somewhere. It was someone finally talking to her and listening to her. Anna could not just let this pass. At this rate, Anna just wanted out. Marriage, whatever it may be, she needed an out. Not necessarily to leave Elsa because she did offer that Hans and her brothers live in their castle. But just…an escape from this gaping hole she was left with in so long. So much void. So much loneliness. Yeah, Anna was pretty naive to just say “YES” to marriage after four minutes of having a duet with a complete stranger. How gullible. But really, how much more loneliness and rejection can a person stomach? She saw an opportunity and took it. She wanted an out.  She wanted to be loved. And that’s perfectly human nature. Maybe this is her chance. Anna has been questioning what love is since that day that door slammed shut on her face. Maybe Hans will prove her wrong. He did, in the most sadistic and unexpected way.

“I don’t even know what love is.”

This is the face of complete defeat. Elsa throws her out of her ice palace after literally getting a near death experience and trekking that mountain for days. She dropped everything for Elsa just to be rejected again. Elsa physically built a monster to throw her out. Seriously, that blows more than anything even though we all know Elsa means well. And then, Hans betrays her. She’s dying and she doesn’t know what love is. She really doesn’t. She has this epiphany and realization that maybe she was just an idiot all this time. Anna, here, is convinced that whatever image of love she has in her mind is nothing more but demented wishful thinking and lies. Her parents kept secrets from her and allowed her relationship with her sister to fester. Plus, they leave her, too. They died with those secrets and those hugs Anna had looked forward to everyday growing up and wishing Elsa can hug her, too. Her own sister who was her best friend and someone she looks up to suddenly stopped being there for her unannounced; kicks her out after she goes on this suicide mission to find her, and accidentally freezes her heart. The one person that she confided in and trusted with her heart leaves her for dead after telling her she was a rebound because “no one was getting anywhere with Queen Elsa” that’s why he picked her. All of this seem to be undermined because of Anna’s radiant personality. But did anyone really actually consider that it may have been a fascade to mask the fact that she’s been crapped on all her life and everyday she wishes someone can make all of that stop?

So yeah, don’t tell me that Anna is shallow.

Anna screams “NO!” and blocks Hans’ sword from killing Elsa. By the time this happens, it’s already been established that Anna thinks Elsa doesn’t want to see her again. STILL, she literally defies that. NO, I will not let you touch my sister. YES, it’s probably true that she doesn’t love me enough or trust me enough to make it work, ice powers and all, BUT I will not let you kill her. This is not how it’s going to end. YES, I may have given up on trying to mend our relationship, but I CHOOSE HER. I may not know what love is, I may not know how it feels like to be loved. BUT I KNOW HOW TO LOVE. AND I LOVE MY SISTER. I CHOOSE HER OVER MY LIFE EVEN THOUGH IT MEANS I MAY NEVER SEE HER AGAIN. 

Guys, Anna died loving Elsa. Anna died forgiving Elsa completely…but she died not really and truly grasping how much Elsa loves her. She died thrown out, rejected, and betrayed.

Anna does not exist to fulfill Disney’s aesthetics to maintain a certain standard of being a Disney princess and a damsel in distress. Anna is none of that. Whatever happy ending she got, she deserves it, in all of its cliche and cheesiness. She has suffered just as much. She has cried just as much. And she deserves happiness and love just as much. She’s been a complicated character since her first screen time and for the next to follow. Sure, she made some really stupid mistakes. But that’s what makes her so relatable and so scarily human. Anna is the epitome of stubborn love. And that’s what makes her so beautiful. 

People need to realize that Jellal has not been actively seeking death or bring up killing himself since after Erza requested him to live for the person who is important to him aka herself. Just becasue he tried in vain to make Anna’s plan work and got caught by Acno didn’t make him suddenly suicidal again.

Ichiya made the speech with good intention. He is right abt what he said. But I don’t see it being anything enlightening to Jellal. If anything, August’s speech is what is enlightening bc it confronts Jellal’s usual way of seeing light/good and darkness/evil. Ichiya’s words served as a reminder at most for nothing he said is anything Jellal has not already known about. Erza’s happiness is all Jellal wants. He already knew he needs to live for Erza. He is always ready to protect Erza with his life if needed.

What Are Brothers For? |Jack and Conor Maynard|

Summary -  Hey can you do one in which Jack and Conor’s parents go on holiday and Anna comes to stay with her brothers

Word Count - 1,595

Warnings - N/A


“Why are we here again?” Jack asked, as Conor rolled his eyes.

“I told you, I don’t know how many times. Mum and Dad have gone away for their anniversary and they wanted Anna to come and stay with us for a few days.”

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes. He loved his baby sister, but she was annoying. Are there any siblings that aren’t annoying though?

Whereas Conor was a bit more protective of his little sister, ever since she was born, Conor was always the one that Anna went to if she had any problems.

Both Conor and Jack are perceived as jokers, always messing around and laughing but Conor could be serious when he needed to, or when Anna needed him to.

“How long is a few days?” Jack mumbled, sitting on one of the benches in London Victoria station.

“More than a day, less than a week.” Conor rolled his eyes, sitting next to his brother as he looked up at the arrival board. “Her train should be in, in about 10 minutes.”

Conor didn’t know why he was telling Jack, because he knew Jack wasn’t interested whether his little sister got here or not.

“It’s only for a few days Jack, and it’ll be nice to see Anna again. We never get to see her anymore because we hardly go back to Brighton. And when you go back to Brighton, you only go to se that bloody cat.” Conor chuckled, gently nudging his brother in the ribs with his elbow.

Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I know we never see her but she’s actually never been to London, she’s never stayed with us. She’s never met any of the boys.”

“Well, don’t you think that because Anna has never been here, or stayed with us, that gives us a reason to make her visit a little bit more special?” Conor suggested.

Jack shrugged his shoulders.

“And about the boys, they’re not coming around that much while Anna is here.” Conor told his little brother as he sighed.

“But I said-” Jack argued before Conor cut him off.

“No, not as much as they usually do because it’s the time for us to spend time with Anna. The boys only live 10 minutes away from us, we see them all the time.”

Jack went to open his mouth to argue with his brother, but decided against it and closed his mouth once again.

“Good, and don’t give Anna any grief because the boys wont be over as much. It’s my idea, not because she’s said anything to me about them coming over.” Conor told Jack, frowning at him slightly.

Jack simply nodded, and went back to his phone.

London Victoria station was packed, as always. It was a Monday evening, what else did you expect? People were coming home from work or school or just generally running around London.

Glancing up at the arrival board again, Conor was counting down the minutes until his baby sister arrived.

“Should we take Anna out somewhere?” Conor asked, looking at Jack again.

“Like to a theme park?” Jack mumbled, not really listening to Conor

“No you dick, I meant like a meal, or do something that she actually wants to do, rather than her sitting around and watching us play video games.” Conor suggested, a smile forming on his face. He thought Anna would like that, doing something that she would actually want to do rather than watching her two older brothers screaming at a TV when their characters got shot or ran over.

Jack shrugged again, going back to scrolling through twitter as he started to reply to a few fans about his recent uploaded video.

Conor grinned and quickly stood up when he saw Anna’s train pulling into the station, the same platform as always.

He quickly shoved his phone into his pocket and walked onto the platform, leaving Jack to himself on the bench.

A wide smile formed on Conor’s face as he saw his baby sister getting off the train, phone and bag in her right hand, her suitcase in her left hand.

“Hey Anna.” Conor grinned, hugging his little sister and lifting her off the floor.

Anna laughed and wrapped her arms around Conor’s neck. “Put me down before you drop me!”

Conor chuckled and carefully placed her back on the floor, taking Anna’s suitcase off her as they both walked off the platform.

“Where’s Jack then? I’m surprised he’s actually letting me stay with you guys while mum and dad are away.” Anna smiled slightly.

Conor knew that Jack and Anna didn’t exactly get along. They loved each other, but they just preferred to spend time with other people than each other.

Whereas, Conor being the eldest, was constantly left in the middle. Anna idolised her big brother, as did Jack. That didn’t make a difference to Jack and Anna’s relationship though.

“He’s sat on that bench.” Conor told her, nodding over to the bench that Jack was still perched on, still in the same position, still with his phone in his hand.

Jack stood up as Conor and Anna walked over, smiling a bit as he gave his little sister an awkward one armed hug.

Conor smiled slightly. At least they weren’t arguing, for a change.

“So Jack thought that we should do something you like tomorrow, just spend tonight watching movies or something.” Conor suggested, giving credit for his idea to Jack, as his little brother looked at him, a confused expression on his face.

Jack smiled slightly, knowing Conor was trying to get Jack and Anna to actually act like brother and sister, and he was really hoping that it would work.

“Sounds good.” Anna nodded, smiling as Jack took her bag for her.

Once back in their flat, Anna sat on the sofa as Jack and Conor took her things into the spare room, before going back into the living room.

“What did you fancy watching then, Anna? Nothing too girly though.” Jack chuckled, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and placing it on the arm of the sofa.

Conor smiled to himself as he sat next to his brother, happy that he was actually making an effort with their baby sister.

“Anything you guys want to watch.” Anna smiled, looking up from her phone.

Jack nodded, grabbing the remote off the table and starting searching through Netflix.

“This looks good.” Jack grinned, a horror film popping up on the screen.

“What is it about?” Anna asked, looking up at the screen.

“A clown.” Conor told her, as he had seen it before. “It’s called It.”

Anna shrugged, happy to watch it if her brothers wanted to.

They all watched the film, barely speaking as they were so interested in it; the only time they spoke was when they decided what pizza they wanted to order.

After eating, Jack and Conor said goodnight to Anna as she said she was tired, she decided to go to bed.

Jack smiled as Anna hugged them both before going to the spare room.

“You’re both getting on better.” Conor commented once he was sure that Anna was out of ear shot of the conversation.

Jack shrugged and smiled. “I’m happy she’s here, I was just being a dickhead before.”

Conor chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I know you were.”

Jack rolled his eyes and nudged his brother in the ribs.

“Wanna watch another film?” Jack asked, putting another horror film on as Conor nodded. “You seen this one?”

Conor nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, but I won’t spoil it for you.”

After half an hour, Jack was relaxed against the sofa, his eyes starting to close before they both heard a high pitched scream.

“What the fuck was that?” Conor asked, standing up quickly.

“Was it the film?” Jack wondered, looking at the TV screen.

Conor shook his head. “I think it was Anna.”

Jack looked at the door that lead into the hallway before running upstairs with Conor, both of them bursting into the spare room, to see Anna sat on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest.

“Anna?” Jack frowned slightly, sitting on the bed next to her.

“I’m really sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you.” Anna sighed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

Conor sighed as he sat next to his baby sister, rubbing her back with the palm of his hand. Anna had told Conor that she had been having nightmares lately, but she didn’t understand why.

“It’s alright.” Jack shrugged, his brotherly instinct finally showing as he hugged Anna to his side.

Conor smiled a bit as he watched them both, still worried about Anna.

“Why don’t we all sleep downstairs tonight on the sofas?” Conor suggested, knowing that Anna probably didn’t want to be left on her own now.

Both Jack and Anna nodded, all three of them standing up from the bed as Anna reached for her phone and one of the pillows and all three of them went back downstairs to the living room, as they all curled up on the sofa together.

“Guys?” Anna said, breaking the tension of the music from the horror film that was still playing on TV.

Both Jack and Conor looked down at their baby sister.

“Thanks for letting me stay, and looking after me.” She smiled, leaning her head against Conor’s shoulder.

“What are brothers for?” Jack grinned at Conor; wrapping his arm around his little sisters shoulders as they all sat watching the movie.

For Kaity.

Originally posted by becausepine

For @kaitymccoy123, after a rough day. I love you to bits, dear, and I think they lost out, not you. I hope this is decent (banged it out on lunch break, posting quickly. Probably riddled with errors). Also, it’s incredibly difficult to find a good AOS Scotty gif.


“I didn’t get it.”

“Ya what?” Monty’s nose crinkles in a way that you would normally find adorable. As it is, the entire world seems dampened by the bitter disappointment that snakes through your chest, and your answering smile is hollow.

“The job. I didn’t get it.” Despite your best efforts, you feel your voice hitch a little on the words. 

“The rat bastards,” he spits, dropping his spanner and pulling you into his arms, heedless of the fact that you’re in the E deck corridor for all to see. You smush your nose into the mesh fabric of his red shirt and let him hold you tight. 

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” he murmurs, more an instinctive litany of comfort than actual shushing. He rocks you gently back and forth, threading agile fingers through your dark hair. His skin smells of bay rum aftershave and something vaguely singed, and it crosses your mind to ask him, later, how the refit is coming. He presses his lips to your temple and sighs heavily through his nose. “The silly sods don’t know a good thing when they’ve got it.”

His words send hot tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Silly as it is, to cry feels a little like defeat, like one last punch in the gut. You pull back, biting at your lip and swiping your face in frustration. 

Monty catches your hands in his. “My heart,” he says softly, reaching to thumb away the tear-tracks that stain your cheeks. “I know what I’ve got right here.” His eyes are dark as he stares at you for a long moment, as if memorizing your features. You can see, suddenly, that he shares your heartbreak. He clasps his fingers around the nape of your neck, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead and fluttering his eyes closed. “I have the very best thing, Kaity. I have you.”


Bonus, because I just can’t resist.

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Who Needs A ‘Study Buddy’ Anyway? - Part One

Summary: Senior Castiel isn’t happy when Sophomore Dean is assigned as his Math study buddy. Will his opinions change?

Words: 1,106

Dean x Castiel (ugh)

Warnings: idk teasing? uncomfortable!Dean

A/N: Also posted on AO3 (fuck you @ruined-by-destiel)

“I don’t want to be here,” Castiel said, right off the bat, as he slung his gym bag down and took a seat opposite the quiet, green-eyed sophomore that his Math teacher had assigned as his ‘study buddy’.

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i love you, jules

a playlist for magnus and julia burnsides.

“shortly after the rebellion, they got married in a gazebo that magnus built himself. and she is the most beautiful woman that magnus has ever seen.”

cover art by @funrobot! <3

when the day met the night ; panic! at the disco | she’s a riot - the jungle giants | hey soul sister - train | anna sun - walk the moon | let’s fall in love - nat king cole | dreaming - smallpools | if you’re wondering (if i want you to) - wheezer | helpless - hamilton | for the dancing and the dreaming - how to train your dragon | anything for you - ludo | dani california - red hot chili peppers | when can i see you again - owl city | peace in the valley - jim reeves | sea of love - cat power

An Open Letter to the Woman at Walmart

Story by kittythewildcat

Open Letter to the Woman at Walmart:

I saw you when I walked in. It looked like you had been there awhile. My cart was empty save for the soda I threw in as I walked by the sale right inside the door. You already had your cart half full of food.

And a crying baby.

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Ch.536

Well we can see Acnologia losing to Ichiya, Pegusus and Anna was unpredictable. Since we all predicted Acnologia would lose to the 7 DS. Unless Acnologia somehow comes back or something..

For now Hats off to Ichiya tho, he was the unsung hero once again, may as well be the unsung hero of the arc, the way he saved his fellow comrades again. 

and Ichiya is indeed handsome :^)

and yea Zeref’s defeat was disappointing, a few clashes, and punch, there you go. He’s done. I think Mashima just got tired of Natsu vs Zeref and decided to ended with a punch. The problem was that it was done anti-climatically. 

Not my favourite chapter, but liked Ichiya here.

The chapter wasn’t much for content.

Disappointed that I didn’t get to see Gray this time :/

An Open Letter to the Woman at Walmart.

I saw you when I walked in. It looked like you had been there awhile. My cart was empty save for the soda I threw in as I walked by the sale right inside the door. You already had your cart half full of food.

And a crying baby.

And another child, dragging his feet as he prepared to throw a tantrum.
Your son, I assume he is about 4? I saw your frustration mounting with his behavior.

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anonymous asked:

Unternet friend AU, with Elsanna? please :D

After school, Anna slumped into her bedroom and tossed her backpack on the floor in exhaustion.  Then she collapsed into her desk chair and opened her laptop, hoping to find some sort of elation on her Tumblr or perhaps on Facebook.

Her cousin had filled the Facebook wall with nothing but pictures of her and her boyfriend. And her dashboard was no help either, a recent drama between two people she followed over the attractiveness of some celebrity caused a muscle in her brain to throb painfully.

So she turned to her email.

Her heart leapt in her chest when she saw a message from her long-distance pen pal from Norway in her inbox.

She clicked it open and revealed a message in semi-flawless English, the Norwegian girl still struggling with a few grammar rules here and there and the spelling wasn’t perfect either but she always got the jist across.

Anna-

Guess what? It’s starting to snow here! Finally… now we have to wait eight to ten months until it thaws. You are lucky you live in the states where snow doesn’t happen often.

Or does it? I’m not sure. I’ve only been there the once.

But any-way, how are you? It’s been a wile since we talked I know. I really want us to video-chat again like last month. Is the timing possible for you?

Do let me know.

Love, Elsa.

Butterflies were fluttering in Anna’s stomach over the thought of seeing Elsa’s face over Skype again. For about a year, Elsa and Anna have been exchanging emails after they met over a forum regarding a movie they were both very fond of. They ended up exchanging emails to talk about the movie in private but it turned into longer conversations about one another and their interests.

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anonymous asked:

I'm worried Harry will go to the gala this year which means Zayn won't because he doesn't want to deal with that drama ://///

meh, even if harold goes it’s a relatively large event so i imagine that they’d be able to avoid one another if they were really that concerned lmao. or they could do what they did at the clive davis party last year where zayn showed up, walked the red carpet and then bounced right as harry got there. personally, as an occasional zarrie who thrives on chaos, seeing the two of them at an event awkwardly exchanging pleasantries on the red carpet would make my entire year so. 😬

also zayn apparently woo’d anna @ that vogue party in france last month, plus it would be good promo for his capsule with versace to go and make connections. and given that zayn was literally one of the most talked abt ppl/outfits of the night last year, i’d be pretty surprised if anna didn’t capitalize on that again

political talk show AU part two!

(Part One)

(warning, this fic is quite openly anti-Trump and somewhat pro-Hillary as well.)

Shitty “Mr. Crappy” Knight does not need a “straight man.”

That’s part of his schtick, actually. Mr. Crappy’s Political Party radio show does a lot on heteronormativity and gender roles. “Trust me, friends,” he says, grinning through his mustache as though his listeners can actually see him, “you can get those on any old channel. If I’m gonna have a straight man, I want a gay one.”

But, at least since he started in radio, another part of his shtick has been poking fun at Humorless Liberals– “and let’s face it, you know you’re out there,” he says. So when somebody wants to call in and discuss how Shitty – or “Mr. Crappy,” his FCC-friendly nom de plume – should really stop telling jokes and start Seriously Discussing the Issues, Shitty runs them over like a zamboni machine. “This is not and will never be C-SPAN,” he tells his audience. “And I’ll tell you something else. You don’t look up out of your copy of the Congressional Record and smell the roses once in a while, you’re gonna miss life.”

So that’s Shitty’s stance on serious codgers. They’re fresh meat, and he’s a bear, brah.

Except this Jack from Providence is a different animal. Jack never complains about Shitty’s jabs. Hell, he laughs at them – if a soft “Haha” can be considered a laugh at all – and plows right ahead with this point. His singlemindedness is a thing of beauty.

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anonymous asked:

Three observations from yesterday's Pride game. (1) When we finally got that back line that we've all been waiting to see together since they signed Ali and Alanna finally got to play together, it was beautiful and 10x better than the one that started the game. (2) Marta and Danica need to start together. Marta on the flank creating chances and Danica being calm and collected on the ball and, most importantly, finishing her chances is something I want to see. (3) Ash kept them in the game again.

honestly keeping a 0-0 on the first half was super important cause we only got better after marta came in, but the problem is that marta will start getting marked by 2-3 players and we need someone to pick her out and finish for her

“Drunk”

Request from anon: can you do an imagine like drunk in love by Beyoncé

Sammy’s POV

“Party tonight?”  I walk into the Jacks’ house. “What’s the occasion?” J asks. “A youtuber throwing a party. Inviting everyone. We down or are we down?” I point at everyone in the living room. “Can we bring guests?” The boys point to the kitchen and I turn around to see all the girls standing there, waving at me. “I don’t see why not.” I shrug, greeting the home girls. “What’s up baby?” I greeted Y/N individually. “Ha ha Sam.” She playfully pushes me off of her. “Come on baby, when are you going to stop playing hard to get?” “When I start wanting you.” She winks, walking out the kitchen and sitting on the couch between Nate and J. “Damn she fine.” I say to myself, going back to everyone too. 


Later that night, we all gathered again, ready to go to the party. “Why did we meet up here again and not at the actual place of the party?” Y/N asked confused. “Uhhh, Pre-game!” Rupp sings, lifting his shot glass to the air and everyone cheering with him. After the pre-game, we all made our way to the party. “Stay together y’all, don’t want to lose each other.” G yells over the loud voices and we enter the crowded party. “Stick together, yeah?” I cling onto Y/N, smiling like crazy. She laughs hard, before we both walk straight into the crowd. “To a good night.” I hand Y/N a shot and we both chug it down. “Want to be my wing man for tonight?” Y/N asks me. “What?” “Help me find some guys to hook up with.” “Why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” “I was seriously when I said I wanted to get with you. I still want you.” “Oh, oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I-I just want you to know,” She tries yelling loud enough, “I just don’t see you like that. I just want to be friends.” She tells me. “Friends. Right. That’s fine with me.” I felt my feelings get hurt. “I’ll see you later.” She kisses my cheek before walking off into the crowd. 

After a few hours, I just watch her go from girl friend to girl friend. Laughing and having a drink with them. She looked fine one minute, than the next minute she’s totally wasted. I quickly get up from my seat, and rush to her drunk self. I approach her slowly, and she turns around, looks at me for a few seconds before realizing, “SAMMY! YAY!!” She claps, shrieking. “I’m glad you’re here!!” She wobbles to me. I just laugh at her. “You okay?” I ask her. “YEEAAAHH!! I am greaaatttt!!!” She sings joyfully. “Come on,” I try to grab her, but she keeps dancing, “No! I want to dance!” She pushes me off. “Okay, let’s dance together! Over there!” I said, pulling her toward the exit. Right before we reached the exit, a song starts playing, “WAIIITT!! THIS IS MY SOOONNNGGGG!!!!!” She starts dancing heavily, eyes closed like no one was watching, singing her heart out. 

I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking
Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na 
Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na
She points at me, starting to serenade you

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na na
Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na
Drunk in love, I want you


We woke up in the kitchen saying,
“How the hell did this shit happen?”
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love

She grabs me, pulling me against her, 
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love
Dancing on me

We be all night,
And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I’m drinking,
Park it in my lot 7-11
I’m rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain right
Armand de brignac, gangster wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out
Boy, I’m drinking, I’m singing on the mic to my boy toys
Boy, I’m drinking, I’m singing on the mic til my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I’m swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body
Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good
Her face one inch away from mines, smiling

We woke up in the kitchen saying,
“How the hell did this shit happen?”
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love


(I’m nice right now)
Hold up
That D'USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up,
Stumbled all in the house time to back up all of that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking ‘bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve
Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slip the panties right to the side
Ain’t got the time to take draws off, on site
Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike
In '97 I bite, I’m Ike, Turner, turn up
Baby no I don’t play, now eat the cake, Anna Mae
Said, “Eat the cake, Anna Mae!”
I’m nice, for y'all to reach these heights you gonna need G3
4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
We sex again in the morning, your breastases is my breakfast
We going in, we be all night

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

She starts laughing uncontrollably, leaning against me. “Thanks Sammy,” As we walk out that party, “You okay?” “Yeah, just drunk.” “Haha, yeah I could tell.” “I really like you Sammy. Like in a like like way but I just keep trying to tell myself that nothing is there so I force myself to not like you, in hopes of my feelings disappearing.” She slurs her words and I looked at her shocked. “Did they disappear?” I ask her knowing she will tell me. She looks up at me, “No..” She says before pushing me and throwing up on the ground. “Okay, let’s get you home.” I rubbed her back, sitting her in an Uber remembering that night perfectly. 

[There will be no continuation to this imagine.] 

Maid To Serve

TITLE: Maid to Serve


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Forty

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you have been sold to a slave trader to pay a debt. One day you are bought and given to Loki as a gift. He ignores you at first, but he slowly begins to notice your attention to small details in your daily tasks and your funny little quirks. He tries everything he can to seduce you, and the more you resist the more intrigued he is.

RATING: Teen and Up

NOTE : Yes, I know I am sadistic and mean. 

“And shall you, Anna, take Wilhelm to be your husband, to love and cherish, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I shall.” She smiled, tears of happiness in her eyes as she looked at Wilhelm, who looked adoringly back at her, having just sworn the same to her mere moments before.

“Then, I pronounce you as husband and wife from this day forth, you may kiss your bride.” The high priest declared, before you, Mya and Wilhelm’s family cheered happily.

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