and i hate the rest of my life

thoughts on the walking dead game season 3, episode 4: thicker than water:
  • whhooooooo boy
  • all anti kate stans had a FIELD DAY with this one
  • gabe i love you
  • gabe you’re a little shit
  • gabe you betrayed me
  • i still love you though
  • clem and gabe content! playing cards! gabe accusing clem of cheating! i couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation because kate was admitting her undying love for javi over their adorable first date, but i’m sure they were being cute in the background
  • i miss lee
  • clem misses lee
  • we also really fucked up those stitches for her we should’ve tried harder guys
  • i meant to choose ava over tripp, clicked the wrong button, still got my way
  • very sudden ending?? 
  • david i hate you please go away why did i save your life?
  • (oh yeah because gabe asked me to)
  • i used the silence button more than i ever have before
  • me: tries to keep gabe from getting in trouble over the stabbing. javi: gabe got in the way. gabi: noticed that
  • to kill or not to kill, that is the question
  • WOW I GOT TO INTERACT WITH THE WORLD, CLICK BUTTONS, LOOK AT THINGS. I SHOULDN’T BE THIS EXCITED ABOUT A BASIC ASPECT OF THE TELLTALE GAMES, BUT BOY THIS HAS BEEN RARE IN SEASON THREE.
  • i really hope christa has aj and she’s still alive that would be a quality plot twist
  • CLEM GOT HER PERIOD CLEM GOT HER PERIOD
  • javi: i got u panty liners, i got u gurl
  • clint: being a good dude, trying to help. david: *kills clint*

to b, my blue eyed boy,

are you a friend if you don’t want to text me? are you a friend if i look over my shoulder in math class and you give me that same small smirk like you’re happy to see me? are you a friend if you’re warm for 44 minutes during the day, but cold for the rest?

i don’t think you care about me unless your eyes are on mine. it’s always been a weakness of yours.

do you still give a shit? more importantly…have you ever?

i hope your girlfriend never finds out what you’ve done to so many. it would break yet another heart. worst of all, i can’t hate you for confusing me like you do. i love you…just a little bit, but not enough to beg for you to stay in my life.

though i consider you a friend, we’ve never been good at being anything.

i’ll see you at 9:20am on wednesday. as usual.

goodnight, sleepyhead.

~g, your red-haired girl

Top 12 Most Unfuckable Men in Dragon Age (according to lesbians)

12. Zevran Arainai

Zevran is the least unfuckable man in Dragon Age because he wouldn’t make it weird. He’d give you a nice lay, do a good job, and then high-5 you afterwards. He’s nice-looking and experienced and would overall be an almost not-unpleasant experience. If there was a gun to my head and someone forcing me to pick a Dragon Age man to fuck, it would be Zevran.

11. RDP Sten

I say Realistic DAO Project Sten and not regular Sten because frankly RDP Sten is the true Sten. Honestly, look at this man. Assuming you didn’t die during intercourse, he’d make you breakfast the next morning, then reshackle your roof and do your taxes. RDP Sten would take care of you. RDP Sten would treat you right.

10. Justice

…as long as he gave Anders’ body a bath first, because wow he sure is a guy who lives in a sewer. Justice is a friendly Fade spirit curious about the mortal world and its many wonders. Fucking Justice would be a nice opportunity to show an otherworldly being a good time. Not to mention the novelty. Think of the puns you could make afterwards. “It was a spiritual experience.” “It was truly righteous.” “Justice isn’t easy–no, Justice is hard.”

9. Alistair

Alistair is inexperienced, but a nice boy. You could show him a good time, and then pat him on the head and give him a cookie afterwards. He’s funny and nice and if you aren’t his first lay, it’ll probably be Morrigan and she would probably turn into a spider halfway through just to fuck with him. I’m willing to fuck him just to spare him that being his first time. Alistair might make it weird and try to give you a flower or something, but he’s young and easily dissuaded. Fucking Alistair would be acceptable and satisfying in some ways.

8. Iron Bull

He ugly, but otoh, monster dong, if you’re into that. Iron Bull wouldn’t make it weird emotionally, but he would definitely make it weird sexually. Assuming you survived, you would have a hell of a story. I would bring that up at every cocktail party I went to for the rest of my life. “I fucked a minotaur man,” I’d say, sipping my martini. “He had an eyepatch, and a dong the size of your forearm. I’m lucky to have survived.” The party guests gasp and fan themselves at the scandal.

7. Nathaniel Howe

I have no feelings either way about fucking Nathaniel Howe. I would show up, do the deed, and leave. Maybe give him a thumbs up, to be polite. My entire soul doesn’t rebel against the concept, but neither can I think of any benefits to fucking Nathaniel Howe.

6. Sebastian Vael

I wouldn’t hate to fuck Sebastian, and he seems nice, I guess. He’d be on par with Nate, except for the fact that he’s a devout fantasy Catholic. I’m morally opposed to fucking Catholics, because I don’t like Catholicism, and because I don’t want to deal with their ensuing guilt. I would tolerate fucking Sebastian.

5. Fenris

Fenris is objectively one of the best-looking men in Dragon Age, but oh lord, the canon romance path is so much. I’d do it just so I could touch his pretty hair, but I’d feel real bad about it. I like fenris. I don’t wanna cause him troubles. On the other hand, Isabela seems to manage it without much emotional fallout, so perhaps it would be alright. Fucking Fenris might be perfectly fine, but it might end terribly for all involved. As a lesbian I’m not gonna risk it.

4. Anders

Anders is a nasty sewer man who has no particularly attractive physical features to make up for it. He’d probably be an alright lay, but if you fucked him he’d definitely fall in love with you. Possibly he’d have already been in love with you for like three years. Then post-fuck he’d say a lot of weird stuff and ask to move into your house, and you’d be so worried about his eating habits and his stress that you’d be like “sure :)”, and then you’d have to change your name and flee the city to escape. Don’t fuck Anders.

3. Blackwall

I previously had Blackwall a spot higher, but then when I went to google a picture of him I realized he actually looks okay. Lumberjack aesth. Nice beard. Probably nice chest hair. Good muscles. But he’s also kind of a stinky old man who is kind of like your dad, and he would make his weird guilt issues your problem. I’d rather not, although I grant that if he was a couple decades younger he might be Acceptable.

2. Cullen

I would really hate to fuck Cullen. I find him morally repugnant, physically unimpressive, and overall pathetic and vile. Not to mention that he seems like the kind of sexually inexperienced dude to just try inserting Tab A into Slot B with no foreplay–but then, would you really want foreplay from this guy? At least it would all be over within 5 minutes and then you could make your escape through the window.

1. Solas

Solas is the absolute most unfuckable man in Dragon Age. Not only is he bald, and a genocidal maniac, but he would also get weirdly hung up on you. Then he’d like, haunt your dreams. “Vhenaaaaaaan,” you hear every night forever, to your horror. “You’re not like other girls,” he says, before showing you a picture of his fursona, which is a wolf. I would rather do literally anything else but fuck Solas. I thank G-d every day that Solas is not real, and that I am in no danger of ever fucking him. Solas is the least fuckable man in Dragon Age.

So, my country, Montenegro, for the first time has a homosexual contestant in Eurovision, and even though the dislikes on the video on youtube are insane, I’m still incredibly proud. For a small country like that, that sadly, has a lot of homophobic citizens, it’s an incredibly big step to send someone homosexual to represent our country. I hope, and I will hope for the rest of my life that one day there will be no argument about this, that people would accept others the way that they are and the way that they are proud to be. Discrimination against anyone who goes out of the “norms” is a problem and people need education on the matter. This world can be a better and less hateful place if we all just understood that everyone is different, unique, and that’s what makes us interesting and beautiful.

Your hands are Really Nice- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (requested) Reader is too shy to tell Jughead about her feelings, so Veonica and Betty take matters in to their own hands (mostly Veronica)

Warnings: Swears, fluff so much fluff I couldn’t even deAL

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Being in love with your best friend isn’t easy. It feels taboo, like it’s wrong, and unhealthy. You’ll lay awake at ungodly hours of the night, wondering “How did this happen?” You’ll replay every moment of every waking minute you spent with them, wondering how in the world you ended up lying on your floor with an empty bowl of ramen beside your head and imagining what it would feel like to kiss them. You’ll catch yourself admiring the tiniest insignificant things about them, and every detail of their stupidly cute face, and every indent and curve and freckle on their body, and let me tell you, it sucks. Falling in love with your best friend isn’t easy, especially when your best friend is Jughead Jones.


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me at 11 pm any given night: i am so content knowing it’s just me and my bed and these next few hours of sleep, i have never felt more at peace than now and i can’t wait for this long night of rest ahead of me

me at 4 am: mickey loves ian so much. he gave up his entire life seeking revenge for him. he tattooed his name over his heart. remember when he told fiona “don’t fucking tell me what’s impossible”? he had endured so much abuse and he hated himself and denied himself what he wanted for 3 whole seasons. he never imagined that his relationship with ian was possible nonetheless that it could be public and he could be out and at peace with himself but it DID HAPPEN so now he KNOWS it’s possible! he overcame so much fear! he was finally approaching real happiness and then that happiness was threatened! he didn’t deserve to feel scared again but he stayed with ian and he got him the help he needed. he loved ian so fucking much and then ian broke up with him because he somehow actually felt like mickey wouldn’t want to deal with him. MICKEY VOWED TO BE WITH HIM THROUGH THICK AND THIN, GOOD TIMES AND BAD. they were more than boyfriends or lovers or whatever, they were BEST FRIENDS since season 1 and yet ian didn’t even visit mickey in jail. even after ian told mickey he had to be bribed to visit, mickey still asked him if he would wait. he told ian to lie that he would because that tiny bit of hope could help him hold up. he told ian that the only thing that kept him going was the thought of them being together in mexico, away from all the shit in their past and just together and free even if it could never truly be perfect. MICKEY LOVED IAN SO FUCKING MUCH AND HE DID NOT DESERVE TO HAVE TO LEAVE HIM. but at the same time, neither of them could control their future. it was fucked from the minute mickey got arrested and him escaping jail only further complicated things even though mickey could very well be happy as an escaped convict. THEY did not deserve to have so much against them and MICKEY did not deserve to have his life screwed over again so quickly after finding some semblance of peace. i just want mickey milkovich to be happy.

Befriending my body the way it actually is, and not the way I wanted it to be, was the most important act of self-love. I stopped being overly critical with myself and learned seeing my body for all its miraculous functions and abilities, and in exchange I was blessed to experience the most precious love story. This love story isn’t relying on outer influences and factors. It’s a love story between me and the only person I will spend the rest of my life with for sure: myself. I will continue to work on deepening this loving relationship for the rest of my life. When I stopped hating my body, I was rewarded with a peace of mind that I wish everyone around me to experience as well.
—  sometimes I’m drowning in pain because I take for granted how far I came. I need to remind myself of this fact more often
Lorcan Salvaterre

Lorcan took Rowan’s whipping for him, and then asked the cadre not to tell him. Also, whereas most of the cadre is wanted physically by Maeve, she laughed in his face when he offered himself to her. In no way will I blame him for trying to protect someone he loves by calling on a toxic relationship, the only thing close to love he’s ever known, that has been manipulated and abused by Maeve for centuries. Especially when Aelin isn’t telling anyone her plans and expects her court to react in a certain way to what was thought to be an attack. 

All the characters did wrong in this situation and everyone needs to apologize to each other, but that everyone’s saying Lorcan needs to do all the apologizing isn’t right. Elide said some pretty awful things that needs to be counted for. I ADORE her character, and her saying that she hopes Lorcan spends the rest of his eternal life miserable and alone was like a knife to my heart. He could’ve gone about the situation better, of course, but he is not the only one to blame. 

I DUNNO ABOUT YOU, BUT THERE WILL BE NO HATE FOR LORCAN SALVATERRE FROM ME 

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Before anything else, this is not my first ‘last letter’ to you and I don’t know if this will be the last— I hope, though.

When I think of you, I think of all things beautiful and magical. Like how the world seems so quiet from above. Or how the city lights seems to dance at night. I think of the lovely yellow lamp post on the street. Or how I see the chaotic traffic from your window. When I think of you, I hear those sentences you said. It was almost like a movie line and the whole time was a movie scene. I can’t spot anything ugly about what we had, except the fact that I don’t know if we really had something.

When I think of you, I think of your face in the morning. I think of how tight you held my hand when you thought I was asleep. I think of how you let me lean on your shoulder when the world got too much to handle. I think of your eyes and your smile or the way you frown on me everytime you think I’m annoying. I think of those horror films we failed to finish because you’re just too scared but you were acting like you’re not. It was a short time with you, but it was enough to give me memories I will remember for the rest of my life.

When I think of you, I think of the night you assured me that everything will be fine. When the stars showed up to entertain us but ending up being ashame on how you shine brighter than them. I think of those awkward elevator kisses and how you remove my eye glasses everytime I will accidentally fall asleep. God knows how I grieved for those moments when you decided to exclude me in your life completely. Like we never happened at all.

But never once I hated you for breaking my heart. How could I? You gave me the best memories I can keep in a short period of time. And for that, thank you. In another universe, or lifetime, I hope if we meet, I’ll finally be enough for you. But if not, I hope you’ll find someone that will satisfy you.

When I think of you, I think of that nice brilliant man that have the courage and dedication. I will think of how I knew you’ll go far in life.

This is my last letter to you—
Or maybe just another letter again.

No Need to Worry

Enjoy this little idea that came to me about half an hour ago. 

Plot: H is grumpy and jealous but Y/N knows how to cheer him up.

Warnings: None. Might hint on some smut but not really. 

Gif of this angel isn’t mine.

“Joe is friendly, isn’t he?” 

A deep frown decorated his forehead as he murmured the words, the only give away that the question wasn’t meant lightly. For a moment I’d believed he hadn’t meant for me to hear at all.
I looked over at Harry who was sitting beside me in the back of a cab. His shoulders were tense and his lips set into a pout, his eyes focused out of the window and onto the streets and buildings rushing past us in the dark.
We were surrounded with silence as our cab driver didn’t seem to want music playing and anyway after a long and busy night Harry and I were glad to have some peace together. Although it didn’t feel too peaceful. 
Something was going on in his head and I was determined to find out what. However, Harry didn’t like prying. So I would have to be careful.
A smile tugged at my lips and I reached out to rest a hand on his knee. My fingers touched over the skin his ripped jeans left exposed and my smile widened when I noticed Harry trying to suppress a grin of his own when my thumb tickled him slightly. His hand batted at mine in a half-hearted attempt at disconnecting us. I giggled and let go.

“Joe is an alright person, yes,” I chose to answer. 

“Hm.” 

Harry shifted in his seat and I swallowed hard when now even the hint of a smile had disappeared from his features. I moved my hand to squeeze his thigh gently. 

“Are you okay, Harry?”

He nodded. When I kept staring at him in doubt he rolled his eyes. “M’fine, Y/N.”

“Okay.” 

Silently I unbuckled my seatbelt, careful not to let him notice. Then I leaned in closer and breathed a chaste kiss to his cheek, allowing myself momentarily to enjoy his warmth, his familiar smell and the softness of his skin, then I moved away again. My eyes focused onto the trees at the side of the roads we travelled on, all of them decorated with lights that made them shine. London really was one beautiful city. 

“I don’t like Joe,” Harry grumbled from beside me.

I let out a laugh. That didn’t take even half the time I had expected. “Oh really?” 

When I looked at my boyfriend his face was set into a hard mine and he breathed heavily. Both arms were crossed over his chest and one of his knees shook nervously. 

“He’s strange,” Harry explained, though his tone let me know that there was more. 

My body turned to his. I let my knees nudge his gently and lifted one hand to massage his left shoulder. My fingers felt his tense muscles and I sighed, unhappy he was so uncomfortable.
Harry looked at me briefly. 

“He kept touching you.” 

I cleared my throat, unsure how to reply. My head played through the events of the night, entering the restaurant, greeting all of Harry’s mates, sitting down with them and enjoying a meal with friends. It had been harmless, hadn’t it? Joe didn’t even sit close to me. 

“What gave you that impression?” I asked quietly. 

Harry hissed. Loud. 

“What didn’t give me that impression is what you should be asking!”

“Har-” I began but was quickly interrupted.

“He kissed your cheek when we came in, too properly and too long. I saw him squeeze your waist when he thought I didn’t see and I doubt he knows what his plate looked like, given that he stared at you as if you were his piece of meat he’d have tonight!”

A hand brushed over his forehead and only now did I notice that he was actually shaking. I was certain that if we weren’t in the confines of the backstreet of a car he’d explode in rage. His cheeks were flushed and his brows furrowed. 

“Harry,” I spoke soothingly, “He really didn’t seem that pushy to me.”

“Probably ‘cause you think he’s attractive.” 

Harry’s burning green orbs found mine and I shrunk back a little. “Now you’re being silly.”

He fell silent. My gaze was set on him with worry, trying to find out how to calm him when he would clearly not be swayed to believe into the innocence of his friend anytime soon.

“Harry,” I murmured, my hand moving to the back of his neck so I could scratch his hairline, “I love you.” 

“Great.”

I bit back a laugh. My fingers moved up and slightly pulled at his hair. Careful not to make too much noise so the driver wouldn’t be alarmed, I climbed closer to him so I could press myself into his side. The skin of his neck shuddered when my mouth found the shell of his ear.

“You’re the most handsome man I know,” I hushed and all seductiveness of my tone drained when I giggled. 

Harry whined and turned his head away, but he was clearly smiling, too. 

“Joe couldn’t possibly look as good when naked as you do,” I continued, feigning a moan, while my hand trailed up dangerously close to his crotch, “You always steal my breath, Harry. Make me crazy.”

It was when my teeth nibbled his earlobe that his entire body began to wind and turn, his smile and giggle now impossible to stay hidden. 

“Dammit Y/N. Can’t you just let me be pissed of at someone for once?” 

“Nope,” I laughed, “I like your smile far too much, my love.”

His eyes met mine, full of adoration and warmth and he leaned in, nudging his nose with my own. Harry’s arm found my back and he pulled me into him with a short yank. I giggled and embraced him tightly. He didn’t give me any time however, before his lips were attached to my own with needy kisses, almost as if we’d been apart for an undesired amount of time. I whimpered and secured my hold around his neck. His kisses had my tummy flutter and my skin’s heat increase. I could taste his desperation to be close and if we were anywhere else I might just have given in. 
But we were in a car. And a stranger could watch.

“Harry,” I urged, trying to disconnect his mouth from my own, “Wait.”

“M’impatient,” he groaned. 

“Oh I can tell,” I giggled, pushing his wandering hands away from my breasts, “But we’ve got to wait until we’re home.”

He pulled back at last, a pout on his pink lips and lust in his eyes. Harry could be such a boy at times. 
His body relaxed back into his seat and I drew back, only allowing my hand to stay interlocked with his. I let my thumb draw slow circles over his skin before bringing both of our hands up to kiss his. 

“We don’t have to hang out with Joe again if he made you uncomfortable,” I offered. 

Harry shrugged. “I would have thought you’re the one to find him uncomfortable.”

“I don’t,” I explained, “but he’s also not someone I desperately need in my life. Like I do you, for example.”

Harry smiled smugly.

I continued, “So it’d be fine with me.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to bring my hand to his mouth. My heart squeezed happily when he pressed a warm kiss to it. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, “for putting up with me. You know I hate going all caveman on you but something ‘bout him is just off to me.”

“I understand,” I assured him with a reassuring smile, “And a little caveman is quite nice every now and again.”

Hope you enjoyed that! 

Rest of my writings: 

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All of my stories sorted out: 

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Eugene: Rapunzel from the moment I first met you and you knocked me out with that frying pan, I knew it was love. You’re my light. You’re my best friend, and I want to be your partner in all things. I can’t wait to laugh with you and share with you. I see us raising our children here, and our children’s children, and celebrating banquets of our own in this very hall for many, many, many, many years to come. I want to ride our horses out to the Corona wall each and every morning until we are very, very old and gray. I love you, Rapunzel. I want to spend the rest of our lives here, together.

Rapunzel: I can’t. *runs away*

Eugene:

My final words on the Lauren Zuke drama

I’m already starting to see “go die” comments directed at Lauren, tagged ship hate, etc. so I felt this to be necessary.

Real life person > fictional characters and ships

All she said was “I don’t speak for my coworkers, but this is what I intended. Ship whatever you want”. That’s it.

I am an animator, myself. I can tell you all, right now: Storyboards, and everything else on a show, have to get approval. Not just by people working on the show, but by producers, censors, etc. The lapidot and amedot stuff did not get slipped in “unnoticed”. The rest of the crewniverse knew, and animated it, and sent it to air.

Also, Zuke isn’t the only person to draw Amedot/Lapidot.

If there’s lapidot or amedot hints in future non-Zuke episodes, are y’all still going to send her death threats? Call her names? If you want to analyze a show on your own blog, go for it. But once you start dragging in real life people, insulting them, telling them to “go die”, you need to take a step back and calm the hell down. And tagging your ship hate has always been stupid, regardless of fandom.

If you value fictional characters over real life people, unfollow me.

Cool Down- Steve x reader

Authors Notes: So, this morning I just made myself sit down and write and this is what came of it… I don’t love it but here it is..

Notes/Warnings: Just a ton of fluff.

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“Can I ask you something?” Steve played with your hair and stared at the ceiling. The two of you had been laying on the floor like this for about two hours, now. Just breathing.

 This had become routine after your combat training. He’d teach you and work you till you couldn’t anymore. Then, the two of you would lay down and wait for your bodies to cool off. It hadn’t originally taken two hours but the more it happened the longer you two stayed like that.

 Today was no different, until he spoke.

 “Sure.” You said with closed eyes.

 “What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t with the Avengers?” He asked.

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I’ll tell you to take care of yourself when I can’t even force myself to eat or get any rest


I’ll tell you that life is so important yet I’ll constantly contemplate it 


I’ll tell you to be open about your emotions when I keep all mine bottled up inside


I’ll tell you to love yourself even though I’m full of self hate and regret 


I’ll tell you that the bad days can be overcome when it’s been 6 years and I still can’t get over them


You see I tell you all these lessons yet I can never seem to take my own advice. I’ll tell you to put yourself first but yet somehow when it comes down to who to take care of, you always seem to come ahead. I wish I could care for myself, the way I care about you. I’m sorry that I’m such a liar and that all the things I say to you I don’t believe are true. I’m sorry that I can’t take care of myself but insist I can take care of you.

—  I wish I wasn’t so hypocritical 
My Fake Boyfriend Part 4

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1576

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

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When your brother knocked on your door you didn’t know what he wanted but you knew it couldn’t be anything good. Outside of your bedroom, you can see that your brother is tense “You really need to be dressed like this?”

You look down, you are only in Bucky’s shirt but why does he care “You are married, your wife never borrows your clothes to sleep?” You asked annoyed and your brother groans changing the subject “Why didn’t you tell anyone that you are dating The Winter Soldier?”

“Because I’m not, I’m dating Bucky Barnes and why do you care? What do you want?” You are already sick of this conversation “You are my little sister, you are lost in life and this needs to stop. Moving to another state? Dating an assassin? Coming back here for some petty revenge?”

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