and-I-am-just-laughing-a-lot

guys sometimes i pretend that i am a misanthropic aloof asshole for laughs but i am all talk, and when it come down to it i usually try to be fairly gentle with other people’s feelings bc frankly I am a Sensitive Plant a lot of the time, and it doesn’t seem fair to dish out anything i couldn’t take. and basically i just find it rly hard to ever say anything that might upset the other person? it’s a hard thing to do

but there is probably no kind or gentle way to say to my roommate, “you have not washed your bath towel in the entire year that we have lived together, and when I go into the bathroom I can SMELL it, the smell of bacteria and dead skin cells is taking over our apartment. u need to wash your towel, or better u need to burn it because it has become hazardous waste, and u need to buy a new towel and wash that one frequently.”

so that’s gonna be real awkward, but i think it is a conversation that needs to be had BECAUSE OUR BATHROOM SMELLS LIKE A DEAD ANIMAL. But like - i have been trying to psych myself up to have this conversation for like a month and i can’t do it. i just - urgh.

I was tagged by @heckt!!! I love you hon thank you!!!

Time: 12:36 AM lol

Name/nicknames: Isabel, Izzypoo, Babybell (which my mom calls me and I just realized that’s a cheese brand… 19 years of LIES), Rebecca

Gender: *laughs and sweats nervously*

Hogwarts House: Ravenclawe

Favorite color: Navy blue!!!!!

Last thing I googled: … “Where can I sell bone marrow in Washington state”…

Fictional character I’d like as a sibling: Honestly it’s gotta be Lincoln from the Loud House because he is so nice and cares about his siblings a lot and yeah

Number of blankets I sleep with: Depends on the season but 1-3

Favorite band/artists: My favorite band is Queen, others I like are Got7, Two Door Cinema Club, Mystery Skulls, and Joe Hisaishi loooool

Dream vacation: Winter and spring in Japan!!!

When did I make this blog: A year and a couple days ago apparently

What do I post: ???

Do I get asks on a regular basis: lol nop

Aesthetic: Chill music over Ghibli or vintage anime scenes, super soft pastel colors, dogs with flowers, dogs, flowers, and cute food!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I tag @astroblu, @diimensiions, @thecolossalkitkat, @wandering-astral-projector, and anyone else who wants to do this!

Tuesday: August 16 Blurb - Bump

17. Harry reacting to your baby bump!

 

“I think I felt her move, love!”

You laughed, watching as Harry moved his hand around your barely-there belly.

“Harry, that’s impossible. The baby won’t start moving around for another couple of months.”

He frowned. “Are you sure?”

“I am. That’s what the doctor said, as well as every single book and website I’ve read.”

“Well, maybe she’s a lot more wiggly than most babies. She is mine, y’know.”

Harry scooted over so he could rest his head just below your chest. You were barely three months pregnant at this point and your belly was only noticeable if you were looking for it, but Harry insisted every single day that he could see you growing and couldn’t keep his hands off of you for longer than a few minutes.

He would talk to your belly, too. Convinced that your baby was already a girl, he would bend down in front of you while you were doing the dishes, or cuddle up next to you while you were reading a book, rubbing his hand over your belly while whispering to your unborn child about how much he loved her and couldn’t wait to meet her and how lucky he felt to be her daddy.

When your belly finally popped enough that you looked pregnant and not just like you had finished a big meal, Harry fell even more in love with your belly.

When you found out that the baby was, in fact, a girl, Harry had grinned wider than you had ever seen him do before.

He leaned down near the bed and caressed your belly – still wet from the ultrasound gel – and whispered, “Mummy didn’t believe me, but daddy knew he had a little princess in there.”

Belly kisses became a common thing; a nightly ritual of kissing you goodnight and then kissing his little bump goodnight as well had you feeling butterflies in your stomach that you knew weren’t from the baby kicking, but just because you loved this man you had chosen to be your husband and the father of your baby so much.

The first time Harry actually felt your daughter kick, he had nearly burst into tears on the spot.

“She moved!” He exclaimed, smiling wide. “I felt her!”

You had smiled, very aware that your daughter was kicking inside of you, and watching with doe eyes as Harry brought his head down to rest on your swell.

“Hello, princess.” He whispered. “Are you tryin’ to say hi to daddy?”

Another kick and Harry placed a kiss to where her foot or elbow was shoving at your skin.

“Yes, I feel you in there, pumpkin. You’re just tryin’ to make sure you get some attention, yeah?”

She seemed to be reacting to Harry’s voice every time he spoke to her, being more active that night than she had ever been before.

Harry laid back with a happy sigh, never removing his hand from your belly, and leaned over to kiss you.

“I love you. Thanks for letting us make her.”

You giggled. “You’re welcome.”

“Love your belly so much.” He mumbled, eyes closing slowly. “I can’t believe you’re actually growing a baby in there.”

“I can.” You scoffed. “Feels like I have a watermelon between my legs that is intent on making me have to pee every five minutes.”

“It’ll be worth it.” Harry yawned. “Gonna miss that bump when she’s out though; may just have to get you pregnant again.”

“One step at a time, my love.” You sighed, running your hand through his hair as he started falling asleep with his hand still resting on your stomach. “One step at a time.”

anonymous asked:

With Dan and Phil basically repeating 2009 but gayer that means PINOF 8 will have to be gayer than PINOF 1 and im not ready

I always get a little uncomfortable when people say they’re being “gayer” tbh, even though I’m sure you didn’t mean any offense. But I am excited to see all the cute phan moments in PINOF 8.

I really just hope it’s not a lot of *phil makes “accidental” innuendo* *dan stares at the camera*. And *dan jokes about existential crises* *phil laughs a bit like he doesn’t know how to respond*. They’ve been doing that so much it’s gotten on my nerves oops. I want some genuine moments damn it, not something so predictable.

anonymous asked:

How would Genji, Mccree and tracer react to having an s/o who is the type of person to say to them "you want to go on an adventure" and then bring them to a McDonald's at 3 am for a breakfast sandwich and fries (sorry if this doesn't make sense I'm really tired!)

That’s okay, omg!! This made me laugh a lot, lol~ 💕


> “[Name], I cannot eat this.” Genji is more amused than puzzled as his beloved presents their ‘adventure’ to him in the form of greasy food items, but would pass them off as simply being silly, just as they were with their various other adventures. He’d slide his serving off to his partner, and would instead ask for something much more digestible, such as a smoothie or a simple iced coffee. “…You may have my share, dove.”


> “Enjoy yourself, darlin’.” McCree, albeit sleepy, happily complies with his partner’s suggestion, and would joke about how they should have invited him a bit later, for he desperately needed his beauty sleep. He’ll lean his back against their shoulder to rest, his hat covering his face as he slowly snoozed off, only looking up to accept a few fries to munch on. “Wake me up around noon, won’t ya?”


> “'Tis rather early for breakfast, love.” Tracer easily agrees to her partner’s invitation, but teases them about not having enough patience to wait for a later time. Her usual cheerful demeanor is still evident despite the fact that the sun is barely peeking in through the dark shy, and her chatter is brightly animated while chowing down on her meal. “Smashing idea, really!”

Remus Headcanon

So I have this headcanon about Remus and I have been thinking about it a lot. And nobody can tell me I am wrong about this. A lot of people have stated that Remus would be the mom friend. And I totally can see that. But he would also be the one who saw his friends about to do something stupid and sometimes,  instead of stopping them, would just sit back and watch it happen. Like he would enjoy watching these ideas of they come up with play out. When they worked he would be surprised and happy for them but when they failed he would get so much entertainment. He would outright laugh at them. Sometimes he would go on for months just casually bringing it up to remind them of the terrible plot. “Hey Sirius, remember that time you tried to surf down the stair bannister and fell off face first?” Other times he would just silently smirk. When Remus was bored, his friends dumb ideas became his entertainment. 

donghaesi  asked:

I don't even know how to feel about the new book lmao. I'm excited that its a new book, but the premise feels.... out there? XDDDD I dunno, man, I dunno. I'll buy it. Read it. Of course. But what a strange twist. XDDDD There's gonna be a lot of funny fanart floating around lol

You know what’s even more hilarious to me about all this than just ATLANTIS is that the more ppl question it, the stronger I get in my belief in it as an AU fanfic, and the more I support it as such, totally against my better judgment *crying and laughing*

Hey we finally got mermaids in our fandom so I am totally fine with it as an AU!

[mermaid!Lestat by @kotilae]

anonymous asked:

I've had a really bad week. I am very sad and I was hoping you had a funny story to share? If you don't that's ok! I just thought I'd ask. Sorry if I'm bothering you.

You’re not bothering me at all! I do a lot of stupid shit so of course I have a story! This ended up a bit long tho, oops!

Ok so a lot of my summers have been spent down in Florida. My grandmother left us her house there so it became an easy vacation spot even if the local lake’s beach is basically never used because gators like to sunbathe on it. It is a neighborhood that is of mostly elderly people so my brother and I integrated ourselves into the small group of kids there. 

Anyways I’m there for Fourth of July one year. And we all came to a mature decision to put all of our money in and buy a Shit Ton of fireworks. We went to one of those street side tents on the Fourth so big sales were going on and went wild. Like to the point where when we were driving back everybody but the driver had fireworks sitting in their lap because there was no room. We were Pumped. It’s one of those things where the bigger the safety warning on the side the more excited we were to set it off. 

Night falls and we had claimed the beach as ours. My friend John was 19 so he was technically our “adult supervision.” Once we started setting them off, we didn’t stop. We just kept going. Hootin and hollerin and having a jolly ole time. Until about an hour in the old retired judge that had a soft spot for us comes racing down towards the beach in his golf cart with a panicked look on his face. Apparently the cops had been called on us. So we, being level headed individuals, came to the smart decision to hide the fireworks we hadn’t set off in the playground’s tube and throw all the used fireworks into the bonfire. Nothing can go wrong, right? Right??

We had just finished destroying the evidence (or so we thought) when Mr. Officer pulls up. And we are all doing that thing where somebody yells act normal and you look like absolute idiots. John strategically sitting on top of the playground’s tube, Daniel with sand covering his lower half from trying to bury the scorched sand, Mandy and I standing in front of the bonfire full of evidence trying to act like we wanted to be there and the huge ass fire a few feet from us wasn’t turning us into a puddle version of ourselves. Now here is the thing. Mr. Officer had that look. That look that any teenager latches onto and immediately wants to ruffle the feathers of whoever is wearing it. He strolls up with his nicely ironed pants and stares us down. “I gotta a call about some fireworks being set off. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?” *A chorus of innocent no’s* He gives us the most disbelieving look. “Oh really””nooooo we don’t know anything about any fireworks, those are illegal!” “That they are. I see you have some sparklers” A quiet shit is muttered. “Where did you get those?” “Uhhh Walmart” “Really? I’ve never seen high quality sparklers at Walmart before.” “well we musta gotten lucky!” “mhm” He then proceeds to go into a very long speech about the dangers of fireworks and why they are illegal. And we stood there trying to act like it was all very interesting and we totally agreed with it. 

And then. Right as he was “praising us” for not participating in illegal activities it happens. He starts walking over to Mandy and I who have been squirming from the heat for most of his speech. He probably spotted us and decided to break the weak ones. I look down and notice a bit off to the side a lump that looks quite like some fireworks that hadn’t fully made it in. Thinking on my feet I kick them back into the fire with a definitive sizzle letting me know I made my target. And then a much more definitive pop. And an even more definitive bang. First time I ever actually heard a fire make a fwoosh sound. I hit the deck. Mandy hits the deck. Mr. Officer hits the deck most definitely messing up his nicely ironed pants. John and Daniel are yelling at us, it is utter chaos. Brightly colored balls of fire are whooshing by me. I see John clumsily dive into the tube head first. Daniel is somewhere unknown. Mandy makes eye contact with me and we grab each other’s hands like they do in dramatic war movies. I’m pretty sure I yelled “I don’t want to die!” Turns out I had kicked into the fire that bundle of very much unused roman candles that we thought we had misplaced earlier in the night. Who woulda thought?

Mr Officer gets up after it stopped feeling like we had been dropped into a warzone and he looks an odd kind of constipated. John sheepishly crawls out of the tube, trying to slyly maneuver around the fireworks we had hidden in there. Daniel emerges from behind a picnic bench very blatantly looking me over to see if his sister has been turned into a burnt crisp. Mr. Officer opens his mouth. We all are wondering if we would survive juvie. But before Mr. Officer can figure out what to say I hear  “You going to use your handcuffs on me Officer?” in a tone more seductive than I had ever heard John use on any man in all of my time knowing him. I blurt out that he wasn’t even John’s type. Mandy then follows up with a wonderfully enthusiastic “Do you do this on every holiday or do you ever take off to enjoy the day?” And Daniel is choking from trying not to laugh. I guess we decided if we were gonna get arrested we should go out with a bang (a bigger bang.) Needless to say, Mr. Officer was at a loss for words. I think we short circuited him. He then proceeded to take a big breath and picked up right where he left off on his safety speech. Giving a satisfied nod after finishing he walked away with a “don’t blow yourselves up” thrown over his shoulder. He got in his cruiser and left leaving us frozen in our spots. First time I ever heard my brother swear was his disbelieving “what the fuck just happened?” 

The cruiser’s tail lights hadn’t even disappeared before we were in the sand laughing so hard we couldn’t breath. We waited for 15 minutes and then set off the rest of the fireworks because we had spent our damn money on them might as well see it through to the end.

And that is how I spent the best Fourth of July I have ever had 

Reasons why you should shouldn’t ask me questions about my fics:

I can and will accidentally leave an answer three times as long as your original comment in trying to reply because I just really like talking and therefore do it too much

idk if it’s just me but when i watch bones, since they use a lot of science and measuring and stuff and when brennan or booth don’t translate the metric system, i am like “WHAT IS THAT IN ENGLISH??” stop speaking american. i have no idea what that is in fahrenheit or weight and perimeter is? speak english booth! though i love it when booth always says “what is that in american?” lmao. though, he’s got a lot better at figuring out what the squints are saying, as the series goes on [i’m rewatching s1 and it makes me laugh how far he’s come since then from being so confused.]

I know it isn’t nice to laugh at people while they’re crying but I just don’t feel sorry for Paulie. He said a lot of really mean things this week and has been trying to send everyone home like they should be okay with it. He acts like everyone should have his back when he only looks out for number one. And the things he said about Natalie and how he treated Zakiyah. Boy bye. ✌

anonymous asked:

Did Danielle just steal that shirt from Louis' public house? Am I to assume that they've hired a stunt prop who is not only extra but also a thief? Or is this all for the narrative? To convince me that they're in a relationship b/c they are sharing clothes? I bet Harry is at home right now drinking a glass of wine and laughing in Louis' oversized onesie. Don't ask me who he is laughing at, though. It could be Simon, Danielle, or the whole lot of them. But he's laughing. In L's onesie. somewhere.

This fan fic is so overplayed.

ETA:  Don’t be mad with this Anon.  It’s a parody and a damn accurate one!

its 0639H. I haven’t slept yet because Im not sleepy yet. someone please, I beg of you, talk to meeeeeee.

anonymous asked:

Soooo I was brushing through some Naruto doujinshi online, and stumbled across a whole lot of MadaraxHashirama doujins? And my first reaction was "AAARGH MY EYES". I can't stop snickering over it now. (I've become predisposed to liking only MadaTobi, oh well. What can you do. *grins wryly*)

This made me laugh so hard, sorry! Mostly because I was reading a fic and there was suddenly HashiMada and I just -

NOPE. 

Before I shipped MadaTobi so hard I didn’t mind it, but now apparently I am fully immersed in this hell-ship. :P

Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!

Okay my darlings, I just want to tell you something.
You are all awesome! Your writing makes me smile. Or cry. Or laugh. Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about your fics because they are SO GOOD. I know I am a lazy bum and I don’t write comments often enough but please remember I read your works and love them.
Please stay awesome. Please write more. Please be creative.
Lots of love,
myk


@lolahardy, @earlgreytea68, @nerdwithapen, @involuntaryorange, @chasingriversong, @seasonsofjohnlock, @hollowistheworld, @luniak, @janniezbedny, @lydia-st-james, @flosculatory, @iamanonniemouse, @hypermenestras, @ronanlynchisneversleepingagain, @blacktofade, @bookshop, @knitbelove, @fahye, and many many more.
You all rock!

I just want to send a bit of love to three of the most amazing girls in the fandom: @henrywaffles, @fckyesroyals, and @harryandthecambridges. Paloma, Amy, and Rachel, you guys have been the most wonderful friends and I am truly happy I’ve gotten the chance to know you all. This fandom is a hell of a lot better with y'all in it. Thanks for being a friend and for making me laugh on so many different occasions while discussing the most random and probably inappropriate things lmao. Oh and also: Smooooooooth…..Operator!  ;) xoxo 


@henrywaffles @fckyesroyals @harryandthecambridges

We’ve Done This Before

Where Zayn sets aside his thoughts to get through the photo shoot, Liam tries his very best to lighten the mood, and a request is made

[Chapter Four of The Money Maker (a Fake Relationship AU) (one) (two) (three)]

“Liam, seem to have lots of bags under your eyes, eh?” The stylist says lightly as she gives him a once over in the brightly-lit mirror, the type that accents every single flaw in blinding proportions. Gently poking him in the arm, her loud laugh bounces around the white walls as her gaze flies between the two men seated side by side in salon chairs. “You and Zayn been going at it just a bit too hard, am I right?”

The laugh echoes inside of Liam’s head, darting around until it distorts itself into something of a cackle. He hears his own nervous chuckle, followed by a low (and, he admits, not very convincing) “Yeah…”

The second his gaze slides over to Zayn’s mirror, trying to get a peek at his expression, Zayn’s eyes follow immediately to look straight on at his own reflection. He shouldn’t even try to be subtle anymore when it comes to him. Zayn doesn’t look amused, seems just as miserable to be there as Liam is. He gives a halfhearted smile to the stylist’s joke, but his empty eyes give every single thought away.

Liam wishes with a sudden force that Zayn would just fucking talk, joke, laugh. At least once. But as he brings his head back to face forward, he catches his own scowl in the mirror and sighs. Who was he to talk?

She clears her throat. “Don’t worry, Rhonda and I will get that all fixed up for you and Zayn,” she winks as she starts fluffing Liam’s hair. “This is an all-day event, remember. Gotta have you two looking good for a long time.”

Liam doesn’t need a reminder. And he has a feeling Zayn doesn’t either.

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Movies: I’m seriously obsessed with movies, i really like anything from Wes Anderson and Tarantino. I enjoy talking about movies, and analyzing them. I can’t even get started on my favorite movies, because it would take a long time and I would get stressed out that I would leave something out….

Tv series: Big Brother, Gilmore Girls, House of Cards, OITNB, Californication.. I have a lot more, just can’t remember them right now!

Books: I’m currently reading The Girls, but I am always open to get recommendations from you all :)

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Cardinal Arinze’s Epic Answer to “Personally Opposed” Pro-Choice Politicians

“To the person who says, ‘Personally, I am against abortion, but then if people want to do it, I leave them free’…”

Cardinal Francis Arinze from Nigeria was asked a question at the Apostolate for Family Consecration’s 2007 Totus Tuus Conference about politicians who claim they personally believe abortion to be wrong but still support it politically. How should faithful Catholics respond?

“You could say, ‘You are a member of the Senate or the Congress; personally, I am not in favor of shooting the whole lot of you…” The crowd at the conference started laughing.

“‘But if somebody else wants to shoot all of you in the Senate, or all of you in Congress, it’s just pro-choice for that person. But personally I’m not in favor.’

“That is what he’s saying! He’s saying, personally, he’s not in favor of killing these millions of children in the womb, but if others want to do it, he’s pro-choice. That’s what he’s saying.”

Cardinal Arinze is offering what’s called a reductio ad absurdum argument: in which a person takes the principles of his opponent’s argument and shows how, if taken to their logical conclusion, they lead to an absurdity and are therefore wrong.

In this case, neither Cardinal Arinze nor anybody else would condone a person shooting members of Congress; neither would a person say they’re personally opposed to it but will protect a person’s right to shoot members of Congress – that would be universally considered absurd.

And that’s the point. It’s absurd for a person to say they agree abortion is the killing of innocent children and thus gravely immoral but that they’ll still protect the political right for others to kill their children.

Recently I have been checking out the several blogs here and I have found one common thing is why everyone follows lots of people I don’t get why I mean I just follow 21 members that’s it and I am completely happy with it and I guess tumblr has taught me another life lesson.In a life u need not to have or choose so many things to be happy but u should u choose those which or whom gives u happiness for a whole life and make u feel they have made u r day follow those kinda of people whom u can share anything and who makes u laugh who understands u well like @curiouswinekitten2 @feistylittleleopard @jedimilfdd @stangheaven @newfoundfunlife @nikikittenniki @pinayprincessbeauty @bouviersmom @u-own-me-sir @adventurous-soph @acoupledown2 @killerkatebreak @coletteetsachatte @confessionsofasw @ynglatinmilf @yomamano @googleme420 @latelifepleasures @smorkinkitty @funkneegal I feel these all ladies have those qualities I have mentioned above so I have followed them.Now go and follow who knows u well.And ladies today I have been hit 100 followers and this credit goes to u ladies thank u ladies for answering my useless questions and reblogging my stuff love u ladies💋❤ thanks to those who’s following my blog even after I have stopped posting porn