and tell me it looks bad

I have a really clear memory of being in like high school I think and I was crying and talking to my mom and I told her “do you know how hard it is and how it makes me feel to not even be good at the thing I’m best at?” and it’s still a Big Mood.


Yo legit all day is gonna be me fawning over different mat and Damien scenarios.

So like Dadsona tries really hard to look after both Carmensita and Lucien like his own kids but like Lucien is nice, but really distant from him. He’s basically like “Yeah thanks for being nice to my dad but don’t think you can tell me what to do.” Which Dadsona totally gets because he’s not Lucien’s father but he wishes he can become close with him.

But what if Dadsona was like a rebel+bad kid in high school and college who listened to moody music etc (Whenever i think of my personal Dadsona world, Dadsona was born in the 80′s and the current Dad Universe is actually a few years in the future. (Like 15 to 20 Years)) Anyway he still does on his off time listen to like the newer moody music like Panic at the Disco, MCR, etc, but he PRETENDS he doesn’t because he had a good dad reputation.

And then one day Craig just straight up rats him out because hes like “oh remember when you were in the band that would play and sing other peoples music.” and Dadsona is like “What band” and then hes like “OH NO” Because he remembers and he begs Craig to not show the video because oh my god there’s a VIDEO and Matt and Damien give a kinda weak “No Craig… don’t do it… “ Because they don’t want to make their boyfriend feel uncomfortable but they also NEED TO WITNESS THIS. And Robert(Who is bffs with Dadsona) is straight up like “SHOW THE VID SHOW THE VID SHOW THE VID” And what they see just blows their minds like Dadsona was WILD and the lyrics he sang were definiatly not PG13 and Robert is DECEASED and won’t stop making jokes about how Dadsona is now the bad dad of the cul-de-sac and Dadsona is like “No my reputation is ruined” and Damien comforts him and informs him that he is still good dad and that he understands having two sides and that he also thinks his other ‘punk rock’ side is really cool and he shouldn’t be afraid to show it. Meanwhile Mat is SHOOK. Like Mat just kinda grabs onto Dadsona like “That was amazing like really cool, you use to be so cool- i mean not that your not cool now your still cool just dad cool which is really cool, if I knew you 20 years ago we could have formed a band that would have been really cool- shoot, I’m rambling sorry but thats really cool Your outfit was really really cute your really cute”

And Lucien is also SHOOK. And he just looks at Dadsona accusingly and is just like “I KNEW I HEARD YOU SINGING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IN THE BATHROOM YOU LIAR!” 

Later Lucien and Dadsona bond over music.

anonymous asked:

you know the "i have to pee so bad video", before e says that, kc says to s that the wife is upstairs and he goes "i know" really low so that no once can hear. do you think she was somehow warning him? and why does it look like kc looks confused? like do you think kc suspects something? but what bothering me its exactly his face when he says " i know"

Oh, Steve was so annoyed with KC for mentioning the missus. You can tell from the way he said and tone of voice that he was super annoyed with her and most likely his wife for staying stuck to him all day, he was not confused. Either the wife asked KC to keep him in line, or KC was super jealous that Em was getting all his attention and that she was being ignored. 

I think the whole cast, including KC either know or suspect there’s something going on between Stemily. It’s so obvious and if they’re like this in public where there are cameras and where people can see, I wonder how they are on set around people they know and trust. 

But the best part of that is that as soon as Emily says she has to pee, his face lights up like it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever said and he completely ignores KC, and it’s also probably to prove to both her and his wife that he has no fucks to give. 

so today at work my boss jan comes over while i’m sat in the back alley having a smoke and a Personal Crisis Moment (genuinely the most enjoyable part of my working day) and tells me that shes concerned about me and that i’ve been looking more down since when i first started……even tho i’ve been trying my hardest to look happy and upbeat so i dont uh get fucking fired

and i tell her the job’s been getting me down a bit and i tell her that i have bad knees anyway and standing in the same place really hurts me and there’s nothing to distract from it except the people walking past being rude to me and that i dont really have thick skin and if someone is mean to me i will absolutely cry 

anyway she’s fine with me quitting and i get to be fuckin free after the end of this week (i’m concerned about trying to find another job but not enough rn for it to outweigh the massive fucking relief) but let me tell you

i wish i hadnt quit because after the day i’ve had id’ve loved to quit all over again

at the end of the day, i’m stood there with 15 mins left after agreeing to stay an extra half an hour and this guy comes past. first of all, i didnt even ask him i asked his mate if she wants a free eyes test. she ignored me and he goes past mocking my voice which is. whatever. okay buddy fuck you but i have to be Professional 

so later on i’m turned around asking another person if they happen by any chance want a free eye test and the same man comes up behind me. i didnt notice him straight away but i see him lurking out the corner of my eye. and so i turn around to smile at him and just as i do he screams as loud as he possibly can right in my fucking face “FREE EYES TEST” and lunges towards me really fast. like??? i fucking shit myself because im sure he’s going to hit me and almost dropped all of my leaflets

then i spent the last 20 mins trying to calm down and not have a fucking anxiety attack in the middle of the street while im working :(

Blood drips from your lips
The ghost of a grin
From a silver chalice you sip
Looking to the devil to abate you of your sin
But tell me when did love
Become the thing to tip
Your throne from heaven
And when did death become akin
To another nip left on your lover’s hips?

He built you a grave of blood and bone
and still you called him king
Until his muscles turned to stone
And his mouth forgot how to sing
Some say that any despair sown
Belongs to family and family alone
As if because there were no wedding rings
Your grief will not make itself known
But here’s the truth– you were not just some simple play thing
instead you were everything


this probably makes me a Bad Fat Person but I am really sick of skinny people telling me that my fashion choices give them the confidence to wear more daring clothes. I’m not here to inspire thin people who already have the freedom to walk into any store and find something they like, who don’t have to worry about strangers shouting things at them on the street, or being fetishized online simply for looking nice. I don’t care that seeing a “gross” body in revealing clothes made you feel better about your already socially acceptable figure. find your strength elsewhere. I’m here for fat people and only fat people to admire.

Things my boss’s boss implied about me today:

  • I will be a high up person one day who affects the state of our whole company
  • I am 40 years old

One of those implications was good. The other…not so much. I’m just going to assume he’s bad at math so when he said “in twenty years when you’re sixty” that’s not a reflection on how old I look but more on how bad he is at math.

i made a guide for the main cast’s skin tones. wasnt that hard to make tbh.

It was cat day today, so this had to be done– Sae-nyan (or would it be Nyan-ran) goes out to make a friend//

Bonus: a mini Yoo-nyan! ☆

An Aquarius was throwing and making a mess in his own room after he found out that she, his girlfriend, had finally moved on without him. I looked as he cuss and threw away some of the mementos of her, and finally stopped when he found an old photo of them together at a photobooth. He sat down and started to burst into tears. “If only.. If only I told her everything, and hadn’t kept it all in, maybe she would’ve stayed..” he said through the tears.

An Aries looked through his twitter and found a picture of his ex with someone else, he let out a soft chuckle. “Oh shit..” he laughed, and slowly he stood up and continued to laugh. “Look at this. Look at her.. Oh, she’s.. she’s fucking hilarious.” He slowly started to laugh so hard, and I watched as he began to shake and slowly made his way to the balconey and started to scream about her, just screamed her name and called her names and how he hated her but finally he broke down and cried.

A Cancer started shaking and tries to grab his phone out of our reach. “Please, let me just call her..” we shook all our heads and told him to just stay put. He begged that it’ll be just for tonight. We told him that he has had enough, but he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to call her so bad, but the truth is.. she’s about to have her wedding in a week, and he was going to tell her he still loves her after all these years.

A Capricorn and I were out in mid-town late at night, and he had too much to drink. He sways as he walks, and suddenly one of Bryson Tiller’s songs played through one of the bars nearby and he let go of me and sang through the whole verse. He finally stopped and looked at me and said, “This shit, that’s me. I wished God would saved her for me. That’s it, and fuck.. I’m not really at my best at the moment, but I loved her.”

A Gemini breath out smoke after inhaling his cigarette and he looked at the city lights from our view. “I miss her..” was all he said, taking another inhale from his cigarette. He looked at me and gave me a small smile and back at view.

A Leo drank with me, and place an arm around my shoulders and said, “I shouldn’t drink too much. These crazy thoughts are hunting me again, and I just want to crush the world. Ha, oh she’s in my head. My ex, you know? She’s in here again and.. fuck! I hate her. I miss her. You know we’re talking again, right but just as "friends”? I want more than that..“ He gave me a small playful slap on the cheek and walked to get another drink. It’s going to be a long night.

A Libra rushed to her house, knocking at her apartment door. But it was locked. Ran back downstairs and started calling her name out her window, trying to get her attention. She finally opened the window and told him to leave. I watched from the car, as he asked for her forgiveness. She shook her head and said it was too late for him.

A Pisces admitted to me how he still thinks about his ex, and how he still calls out her name and how his mind would play memories of her every single day. He can’t stand the nights because his mind would play her, her voice, her smile, the way she would call him everyday and she was his rock. As he sits here with me, tears roll down his cheek and he said, "Now here I am still holding on to her, just waiting for a sign that maybe she’d come back, and maybe we can try again.. but also maybe she’s with someone else, who.. who treats her well than I could’ve had and.. I want her to be happy, I do, but I wish.. right now.. she could be happy with me, and I am so selfish for it..”

A Sagittarius once said that he used to think too much about the relationship and how every time he was with her he would start to overthink every scenario of how she would leave him, and he would tell her and she would shook her head and promised him she would never leave… and now that she’s gone he still can’t stop thinking about her..

A Scorpio said to me, “I’m just not too sure if I could ever ask her to come back. I really messed up, you know? I could try, but would she ever give me another chance to prove to her my real worth? Can she really do that..?” I was a little loss for words. Knowing Scoprio and how he is, he seemed to be really serious about her. I just didn’t know what to say.

A Taurus and I passed by a coffee shop and he paused and peered through and saw his ex with someone else, and she’s laughing and holding this man’s hand. He gritted his teeth and his fist clenched. I put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go. It’s been years since they’ve together and been a two years after their break up. He slowly looked down in defeat and sighed. He walked off ahead of me..

A Virgo and I were driving out late one night around the city, and all the songs he played were just old, sad R&B music and I would watch him from time to time as he mumbled some of the lyrics to himself and would let out a small smirk when the singer goes and says, “I love you and miss you..” and he shook his head. We pulled up to a parking lot, and he got out and looked at me and said, “I do miss her, but do you think she misses me..?”

—  Regrets..
11:57 PM - Peter Parker

request - alright i fuckin love tom holland so please like a smut where you catch peter sneaking in after dark and he tells you about his whole spider thing while you take care of wounds and such, and he’s like super scared your gonna leave him and so you reassure him and take care of him in another way if you catch my drift, this was real long but yeah thank you 

a/n - yes finally i post a smut fic on this blog and tbh it was kind of fun and interesting to write so i hope it isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you want and follow!

10:46 PM. Nearly 4 hours ever since Peter left me alone in his room. We were doing our Calculus homework with one another until he claimed he got an emergency phone call and ran out the door before I could say anything, taking his backpack with him.

The only thing that kept me company was my textbook and the sound of the falling rain from the outside. May was fast asleep in her room while I was far from that, my heart becoming a mix between anger and fear. I bounced my pencil against the pages of the math book, staring at my calculator as time went by.

I checked my phone again, 10:50 PM. Still no texts, no calls, nothing. I stared at my lockscreen for a few seconds before shutting off my phone and pushing it to the side, growing more frustrated by the minute.

“Dammit Peter.” I muttered, throwing my head back in a fit. I listened to the sound of the raindrops to try to calm me down, but nothing was working at this point.

I huffed and got up from the desk, beginning to pack my things up and call it a night, being more than prepared to give Peter the silent treatment for the next week. Just as I was about to zip my bag up, I heard the locks on the window become undone.

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I had a really interesting conversation about the possibility of a female Doctor with my 12-year-old sister two weeks ago. Doctor Who is her favourite tv show. In the past, she has always underlined that she wanted her Doctor to be young and attractive and basically Matt Smith, thank you. I don’t think she would have had issues with a Doctor of Colour, but a female Doctor would have been almost as bad as, you know, some old guy.

I never had the impression that she put any deeper thought in the matter. And then two weeks ago, faced with the more tangible potential of a female Doctor happening, she looks at me and tells me she doesn’t think a female Doctor is a good thing, because a female Doctor can’t do the same things as a male Doctor? “Really?” - Unsure look. “I guess…?” Silence. “My favourite scenes are the ones where he realises that he’s wrong, that he’s an idiot, they couldn’t do that with a woman?” - “Why?” - “I mean, there’s not really a reason, but…”

There’s this back and forth in which she comes up with new things that a female Doctor probably cannot do, only to me met by her own confusion every time I question why. There’s no direct logical reasoning that goes “Female Doctor” -> “Incapable of all the Doctor’s ‘weak‘ moments”, but she also kind of holds on to that concern as a real one. She never fears that a female Doctor cannot be an awesome hero. She fears she cannot be an awesome, flawed one.

And that’s fascinating perspective from someone who is essentially half a generation younger than me, who grew up with a slightly different media landscape, with half a generations worth of new heroes. So here’s to the Doctor as a flawed female heroine, as someone who is silly, as someone with faults, as someone who gets to be wrong. In spite of being a 2,000-year-old alien, let her be a role model who is real.

Lockers - Peter Parker

request -  hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !

a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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“I was an only child, and I want to be a part of something really bad. When I got signed by myself, I felt very alone, if my dad was sitting here next to me, he would tell you about all the pages in my journal of me drawing me and four other faceless friends on different instruments. That’s why when I see a kid at a show that looks like they’re crying their brains out because they’re sitting in a room with thousands of other people who get it, I cry onstage. And I hide it because it’s embarrassing. But I get what that feels like to just want to find your place. And this is my place.”