and kept demanding

Someone mentioned this term in a lower post where I was being harassed for refusing to argue with someone who I think is an obvious alt-right troll. I’d never heard of it before so off to urban dictionary I ran and man… It’s right on.

You do not have to engage with people like this. You don’t owe every person in your path an explanation.

This happened to me around Christmas. A guy messaged me, called me a dumb bitch, etc. I didn’t engaged with him because, why would I? He kept messaging me demanding why I didn’t respond. Citing his language to me I asked why would I want to.

He said he’d apologize if I would debate with him and answer his questions. I tried debating with him on and off for about a day. Finally it was Christmas Eve and I just realized I was getting no where so I told him that we had to agree to disagree. That angered him and said I’d promised I’d answer his questions. I’d felt like I had as best I could.

I told him again I was done.

He immediately took back his apology, resumed his insults, and essentially said that since I wouldn’t endlessly defend my case I was worthless and everything I said was worthless.

I realized then this whole conversation has been a mistake. He was willing to swear at and insult me and only apologize and show respect if I did everything he said no questions.

That was not respect and it was my mistake for not recognizing it earlier.

I’ll say again… You don’t owe everyone in your path an explanation. If you do decide to engage someone it can be on your terms.

Your worth and your beliefs don’t have to be validated by every troll under the bridge.

Dallas Winston Birthday Headcanons

- Nobody knew Dally`s birthday for a long time because he kept demanding it wasn`t important and to “shut the fuck up ‘bout it.” 

- He`s a brownie man not a cake man what can I say

- Johnny always gives him his gift in private so it`s more special 

- Tim gets (steals) him really expensive alcohol and Dally drinks it with Pride™

- Dally lowkey misses Coney Island, he use to spend his birthday there every year in New York 

-  He`s that one friend that INSISTS celebrating is pointless because it just means you`re getting older

- Makes unsympathetic comments like “Ya call this a gift?” but secretly highly appreciates it

(Part one -ish?)

Hajime had always been good at fixing things.

He was always fixing broken lamps, gluing vases back together, grabbing things for teachers, helping his siblings do their chores… He even helped his dad fix the car once.

And over the course of years, he had become especially skilled at fixing one particular person’s messes.

Whenever Oikawa forgot a pencil, Hajime had a spare one to lend. Whenever he would fall, as they grew up, the other would be the one to carry him and his scraped knee back home. When the setter failed a test, he would sit him down and bring him notes and have him study all night. He was the one to drag Oikawa out of the gym, clothes drenched in sweat, muscles burning, and throw his obsessed ass against the bleachers and tell him to give it a fucking rest.

There was a first-aid kit, permanently set inside his locker, filled with band-aids and bandages of all sorts. Plain ones for everyday injuries, and themed ones he liked to put in symbolical places, like Oikawa’s forehead, Oikawa was a regular client to that box, his favourites were the Hello Kitty ones. Oikawa had a wonderfully annoying gift for hurting himself – and it wasn’t always his body.

The duo could usually be spotted after practice, as the stoic, ever-frowning Hajime’s expression would soften as he tended to Oikawa’s bruises. The setter was always so careless! Life had turned into such a turmoil of obligations and responsibilities, it was nice to sit in a bubble of quiet and peace for a few moments.

“There, all better.” he would say, a thin smile hidden behind concentration, before stupid, stupid Oikawa would crack some pretentious joke about Hajime’s motherly nature – which he obviously did not have –, and trigger his temper again.

Hajime was simply… always there. Ready to catch Oikawa when he collapsed, watching him from the back and making sure he was all right.

So it came as no surprise that Iwaizumi Hajime would be the one to fix Oikawa’s ultimate mess.

This time the injury had been a bit more serious. Oikawa had strained his hand trying for a jump float serve, and it was now up to Hajime to bandage it, given how terrified he was of going to the nurse and having the coach find out.

“Don’t be stupid, you have to tell him. You can’t play through a strained hand!”

“No, please! Volleyball is the only thing I still have as certain in my life!” Oikawa hissed, aggravated.

“You idiot, do you plan… Wait a minute. Is this about us going to different universities again?” He felt a thorn sting inside his chest, despite the severity in his voice.

“No, it’s not –” Hajime watched him shake his head, he could almost see the gloomy thoughts begin to creep their way into the setter’s mind. “That’s not it. This time” He added. Dark eyes bore into Hajime, the same air of helplessness as when he was a child, one that pleaded help me, fighting its way through the walls Oikawa had built over time.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded, as he wrapped the last strand of bandage around the other’s wrist and let it sit on his lap. Could that idiot not understand, after all this time? That he could trust Hajime, that he could make himself vulnerable? “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“I fucked up, Iwa-chan… I fucked up real bad this time” Oikawa duck his head, sliding down the bench to pull away from the spiker, a faint blush that Hajime could not comprehend settling in his cheeks. “You’re going to hate me when you find out”

The bastard was smiling. That ridiculously fake smile he gave people when trying to deceive them, like a magician that lures people’s gaze to one hand while the true magic happens in the other; Oikawa liked to smile the brightest when trying to hide his darkest emotions.

Hajime would not have it.

“Stop this childish play right now!” he launched himself to grab the other’s shirt, bring him back to his reach. He would not let Oikawa slip away and try to shut him out. “I’m starting to get tired of your bullshit. Sooner or later, you’ll have to learn to trust me – to stay.”

“Iwa-chan…” Oikawa gasped under Hajime’s intense stare, any trace of a smile vanished from his face.

“I’ll never hate you. You can fuck up as much as you like, it’s about time you understand I’ll always be there for you. I –” I love you.

And then everything clicked.

This was it, wasn’t it? It was love. That overdramatic feeling everyone made a fuss of, had sneaked its way into Hajime’s heart, without a sound, so subtle it had felt like something else for years. It wasn’t painful or breath taking – it was simple, comfortable, familiar, like coming home after a long day. It was simply there.

“I think about you a lot, Iwaizumi.” Oikawa blurted out, snapping Hajime out of his torrent of feelings, before averting his eyes, embarrassed. He gaped for a second, but his mouth was faster than his brain.

“I – think about you a lot, too.” The words came as easily as the sentiment, a bit scrambled from the sudden realization, but there was nothing more to it really. He was always thinking about Oikawa, and how to protect him, and hold him and not let a single soul touch him, and how to make sure he was never hurt, even if it meant saving him from himself. And how little things reminded him of the setter, and how to make him happy. He thought about him all the time.

“Does this mean you…?” his gaze dropped to Oikawa’s lips, as he breathed out that barely inaudible half-sentence. He didn’t even know what it meant, he just understood.

“I think it does.” Hajime whispered, realizing he was still holding the other’s shirt and pulling him closer. He pressed his lips against Oikawa’s.

Hajime had always been good at fixing things.

To the people angry at the posts nurses, doctors & other healthcare workers on here make in which they bitch about their patients/make fun of them:

Today I was taking care of a very sick patient and her caring but annoying family. I bitched to a fellow nurse about all the extra requests they had and the families decisions about the medical care for their comatose mother. I made fun of the family with the doctor.

I also tried to fullfill every single - sometimes pointless - request by the family because I know it’s the only way they can feel in control. I answered every single question - often over and over again. I offered comfort and kind words for the distraught family. I told the family members that it was okay that they kept asking & demanding when they felt bad about it (because it is no matter how much it may annoy me).

The patient’s daughter thanked me for my care and told me that in the two years since her mother had become chronically ill I was one of the nicests and most patient nurses she had met.

That I make fun and/or complain about stuff doesn’t stop me from delivering excellent care. As a matter of fact it makes it possible. There will always be things that annoy/anger/frustrate us about patients and being able to share those feelings with my fellow health care workers means I don’t share them with the patient. So stop fucking complaining how mean we are when we post about that crazy patient from last night…

Not Your Ladybug || Closed

Marinette had just been trying to get Manon away from the old well. It wasn’t safe and definitely not a place for a young girl to be near. She didn’t want the child to fall in and hurt herself. That’s when arms burst from the boarded up well and grabbed Marinette. The girl was pulled in, falling much longer than she should have. The world around her was blurry and swirled in strange colors.

Her face was turned and the girl gasped when she saw a woman but the lower half of her body was a centipede. She kept demanding that Marinette give something to her. “No! Let go!” She pushed the woman away.

And then she was just sitting at the bottom of the well. She shook her head and began to climb out, freezing when she didn’t see the shrine of her parent’s property. “What the…” She climbed out and began to wander around, eventually coming to a tree with a boy wrapped in vines and an arrow through his shoulder.

“Hello?” She called, climbing up to try and speak with him. “Oh my gosh… he had cat ears!” She couldn’t resist as she reached up and stroked the ears. “So soft…”

“Halt!” Arrows buried into the tree next to her face. Slowly she turned to find men pointing spears at her. She was bound and brought to a village where people whispered about her being a demon. Who were these people!

An older woman came and threw salt on her, demanding for he demon to leave. When nothing happened, they finally believed she wasn’t a demon. She was untied and taken to the old lady’s hut where it was explained who the boy was that she saw.

“Chat Noir?” She looked up and toward the forest. That’s when the ground began to suddenly rumble. The sound of buildings crashing made the girl run outside. “No…” it was the centipede woman from the well! As the woman began to destroy the village, Marinette realized it was looking for her.

“Hey over here!” She yelled before looking at the woman. “I’ll lead it away. Toward the well I came out of.” She glanced at the forest and a light shot from the trees. “Toward the light right?” Then she turned and ran.

Someone would save her right? She could hear the monster getting closer. “Somebody save me!” She yelled and willed her legs to move faster. She turned off the path, running up a hill.

“Give me the jewel! Give it to me!” The thing growled.

“I don’t have it!” Marinette insisted. The monester dove forward, slamming into the ground. Marinette was thrown forward, rolling into a clearing from the force. She grunted and slowly began to open her eyes, finding herself in front of the tree wth the cat boy again.

@ipledgemysoultochatnoir

Lady snapped on me today at work…

Her account information wouldn’t show up no matter what I typed in and she kept demanding to know why GameStop keeps emailing her if the email isn’t showing up and I’m like “I don’t know?? We don’t send them out its all automated by HQ??”

So she just angrily shows me her phone’s emails for all of 3 seconds, then grabs her purse, and is all “I am never going to shop her again I usually go to the on Hawthorne anyway! The customer service here is awful!”

Like????????? Okay?????? Fuck off??? I literally do not fuckin care

You stared down at him, absolutely furious. “Why the FUCK did you do that?!” You yelled at him. He was like a child.

He’s sitting at his desk with his head bowed over the tests he graded. You could see him shivering in fear. He kept silent.

“Well??” You demanded, taking a step closer to his desk so you leaned over it.

An audible sob came from him. “Because…” His voice hitched. He looks up at you, tears streaming down his face.

You rolled your eyes. “Enough with the god damn waterworks. Give me an answer, NOW.” Your tone was cold.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” He yells back, staring at you with tears still coming out.

A heavy silence fell between you two. The only noise being heard was his sniffling and your heavy breathing.

All anger left your body at once. You stared at him wide-eyed. “What?” Tears pricked your own eyes.

“Do I need to say it louder?” He snapped. “Because. I. Love. You. Okay? Because I fucking love you and I have for a while and I can’t fucking have you.” He put his head down in his arms. His sobs were muffled.

You look down on him, suddenly feeling the urge to hug him and kiss him. Slowly stepping to the side, you walk around his desk and wrap your arms around him.

“I love you too.”

He lifts up his head and pulls you into an embrace. Moving so he faced you, he gives you a deep kiss. “Stay with me tonight. Just for one night.”

“We’ll figure something out.” You two return to your embrace.

Celestial

 Title: Celestial

Pairing: Reader x Gabriel

Theme Song: Shampain by Marina & The Diamonds

Request:  Can you do any gabriel X reader fics? I have a bit of a crush and would appreciate it. Thanks luv! - @murdochinthetardis

Warnings: Absolute. Nonsense (this is a story about the Trickster, after all).

Originally posted by sassstiles

Your name: submit What is this?

Eleven.

The monotonous red digits on the clock only seemed to glow brighter by the hour in the small dark bedroom. That hole that had formed in your head kept calling, demanding to be heard.

Half past eleven.

Switch sides. Drink water. Turn pillow over. Forget about him. You looked up to the window, watching as the stars leisurely slid down the night sky, not yet ready to depart. Switch sides…drink…turn pillow…forget. No matter how many times you repeated the process, you still felt the loneliness lingering over your bed.

Sleep was definitely not your friend tonight.

Midnight.

You jumped out of bed, grabbed your coat and walked out the door. Outside, the streets were quiet, deserted (being a Sunday night, it would’ve been unusual if they weren’t). Letting your feet guide you, you soon found yourself sitting on a booth inside a 24-hr pub, drinking to forget about the day before.

“Hey there, sugar. Is that seat taken?”

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My mum started reading my fan fiction. I don’t even know how it happened, but in the past 24 hours, she has consumed 14 chapters. I tried to pace her, but she kept demanding more. She’s officially fandom trash. Welcome her to bagginshield hell, everyone.

She’s still a bagginshield denier for the movies, but slowly her soul is being devoured. We’ll get there some day.

Inches

Your name: submit What is this?

 Written by Mikayla

“I know you know where Anna is. Tell me where I can locate her.” Alistair said as he kept you strapped to a table of torture.

“Go to hell!” You yelled defiantly.

“I’ve been there, I’ve done that.” Alistair said as he sliced you.

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Fun fact I can’t remember if I shared already: I got the sex talk really young (I think it was six? Can’t remember) because even as a little kid I was determined that I would never have kids and kept demanding that my mother tell me how to avoid it (It’s easy to avoid it; I’ll explain when you’re older, she told me, but I was not deterred) so eventually she gave in, and then of course I told my four year old brother, which is why he drew a zygote in his preschool class and seriously impressed his preschool teacher. 

MMFD fic: “Awake?” part 5 (final part!)

Well, boys and girls, this strange little Fanfic That Could has come to an end. It started as a fun prompt (everyone say “Thank you, borntosik!”) and was supposed to be short one-off, but it took on a life of its own, while you all stood in the sidelines encouraging it!

So, everyone say “Thank you, me!” and congratulate yourselves, because your amazing feedback, your demands to know what happened next, your crazy insistence that it is funny (weirdos) - and how-ardently who wanted all the words, even if it was just the dialogue with nothing in between - is what got us here today.

And of course, a huge “Thank you, madfatty“, cheerleader and beta-reader and wonderful friend to this story. She kept demanding more!
I love you all.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4


“Awake?” Part 5

Rae lets the pub door slam after her, takes a few steps and stops. She literally has no idea where she’s going or what to do next. She can’t go home; all her stuff is still inside. And she defo can’t go back in there after all that.

“AAAaarrgggh why are boys so confusing!?” she yells, since there’s no one around to hear her. She leans against the beer garden fence, hugging herself. Seriously, what is he playing at? Why would he do that to her? She’s been on the receiving end of some pretty humiliating practical jokes in her short life , but she has to admit, Finn is really going the extra mile. When she thinks how cute she’s found it, him sending her seemingly-drunk messages in the middle of the night…

She sighs. She just doesn’t get it and she wishes she wasn’t so fucking disappointed in him for turning out to be that guy.

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There’s this guy who applied to my store. It was on the week my manager was on vacation, so the application process was a little slow, and he kept calling repeatedly to demand (as in, literally said “I demand”) to have his application looked at.

Manager never looked at the application because the guy apparently failed the tests they make you take. Undeterred, he reapplied…. and apparently failed again. Really basic trained ape customer service stuff.

A coworker expressed relief– said she didn’t like him. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt because I am way too nice, but when I found out about his demanding attitude, my opinion changed.

I tell you this because! Because tonight, after I had locked up and closed the store and was waiting for my ride, a car pulls up. I don’t pay attention to who gets out but when I see a figure at the door I inform him, “Sorry, we just closed.”

The guy scuffs his feet and acts disappointed and tells me that he came to pick up a prescription and I’m like “bummer” but then instead of going home he sidles up near me and says, “I’m [name], by the way.”

“Oh, yeah, the guy who applied. Don’t know how that went.”

“Yeah.”

[awkward silence]

“So you waiting on a ride?”

KILL BILL SIRENS IN MY HEAD “Yeah.”

“I see.”

And then he lowers the neck of his jacket to reveal to me an awkward chinstrap neckbeard and starts telling me about how he messed up his shaving today?? And I’m just fucking standing there, dumbfounded, not able to come up with any responses other than “that sucks” while he rambles on about how his poor shaving job makes him look like he has two chins?

I try to send off vibes that I don’t give a shit by telling him that the pharmacy opens at 8am and he can come for his prescription then but he just keeps. talking. about. his neckbeard!

Kyle shows up after the longest four minutes of my life and I dash away from him with an awkward “adios” and just tell him “GET ME OUT OF HERE.”

I thought this kind of thing only existed in stories. I don’t know if he thought he was being chivalrous and keeping me “safe” while I waited at night but you know what makes a girl feel really not safe is a strange guy she doesn’t know lurking around her in the dark talking about his goddamn neckbeard.

I cannot believe this happened. Ugh.

I’m really glad we’re not hiring him.

6

Well, it’s good to see Saphir is just as obsessed with his brother as always then.

Like, it’s unhealthy and terrible and villainous and it’s right before Saphir tries to kill her because, you know, it’s her fault for existing and being the object of Demand’s obsession, and yet I still have feelings about it.

Because poor, ridiculous Saphir who’s trying to be sensible when nothing about this situation was ever going to be reasonable or kept in control. Demand is unstable and wild and destructive, but Saphir loves him, he’s probably the only thing Saphir’s ever really had, and Saphir’s not so stable himself, because he’s blaming everyone but Demand, even when he recognizes that it’s Demand doing all this shit.

And maybe I have feelings about unhealthy, fucked up siblings when they’re shown to be, yeah, not good people, not at all, but there’s still something interesting there.  One of the weaker points of the Sailor Moon manga (which is understandable, given how little room to spare there is, everything is already pretty densely packed) is that the villains tend to be pretty flat.  But Saphir always has a special place for me because I always felt like he was pretty fucked up in a really interesting way for me.

In The Supermarket Day!

You put your hand on the freezer door to get the fish sticks he used to buy.

You never ate them before he came into your life. You used to assume such foods were gross.

But he kept demanding them, he loved them so. He made you think if he had to choose between you and the fish sticks you would be the one he’d happily let go.

“You’d be the one I’d happily let go,” he’d joke.

Then the two of you would take turns taking bites obliterating the length of a fish stick.

Your hand is on the freezer door to grab those fish sticks, a box of the fish sticks he used to buy.

Just because he’s gone back to his ex-boyfriend doesn’t mean that freezer door is locked to you forever.

He opened it for you.

This is what lovers do.

They open doors.

Even when the only thing on the other side is some frozen fish sticks.

The doors stay open. Everything on the other side is yours to keep.

He gave those fish sticks to you, he brought them into your life. He took away his heart, the fish sticks are yours to keep.

Happy In The Supermarket Day!