can anyone even be this stupid

I will never love again!

I found out that I only have a limited time left with the man I love more than anything in this world. I can’t tell anyone because he’s asked me not to and worst I can’t even spend it with him because we drive each other CRAZY literally. We end up fighting and the last things we said to each other were cold, cruel, and mean. I didn’t mean any of the things I said so why do I keep saying them. It always ends the same why can’t I just shut my stupid mouth and love him like my heart does. I will miss you my love and I’m truly sorry for all the mean things I said. I hope you remember me and the fun times we shared. I know you probably won’t because the illness steals your memory and your mind but a girl can hope. Goodbye my everything I do love you I always have and I always will. I think in the next life I’ll spare you the pain of loving me so that you can be happy. So I will not see you in the next life I will forever love you and that means I will do what is best for you no matter how bad it hurts me at least you won’t suffer too. I love you always.

how to stick your plans

by a horrible procrastinator

scheduling:

  • keep things realistic. you may think you can read 200 pages of jane eyre in one night, and honestly, you could…but you won’t unless that essay that’s 30% of your grade is due, you know, tomorrow.
    • you know your habits better than anyone. try to work around what you know you’re going to do. can you read about 25 pages without getting totally bored/sidetracked? well, make yourself do that. it’s only 25 pages, right?
  • try to accomplish one thing every day. don’t ever let your day slip away from you without doing anything. even if that “one accomplishment” is making a stupid text post on tumblr or revising your notes or washing your sheets…just be productive!
    • this is especially important for those of you with mental illness! having a “zero day” can really plummet your mood or set you in an unproductive rut.
    • if you really feel like you need a day to just chill out, napping can count as your accomplishment
  • don’t push studying off! you’ve probably heard this one a million times, but seriously. don’t. you’re not going to retain 10 weeks worth of information with one study session…okay, maybe you can, but do you really want to?
    • the best, low-effort way of remembering information is to, at first, review it often. right after you learn the material, review it a couple times during the week. maybe re-write your notes that weekend. then, the next week, visit one or two times, just glazing over parts you don’t really remember well. then, maybe once every two weeks, etc…by the time you get to finals, you’ll be familiar with all the information! trust me, it works.
  • organize your to-do’s. personally, i make a huge to-do list for the entire week. then, i delegate different ‘levels’ of urgency to it (see below.) you can do this however you want, but i do it this way to help me visualize how lazy i can be and not pay for it…
    • i tend to organize it by these ‘categories’ / ‘urgent levels’
      • is there a quiz on the material due soon
      • how likely is there to be a pop quiz
      • what’s my grade in the class like / how badly do i need that ‘a’
      • does the homework/assignment need to be turned in
      • etc

actually doing it:

  • studyspo helps. okay, i know this is kind of obvious considering i’m a studyblr, but… you see that notebook you just bought? isn’t it fucking adorable? don’t you want to make some sweet, sweet note-love to it? you know you do.
    • don’t spend too much time setting up your work space or browsing tumblr. seriously. you know when you’re overstepping.
  • have some nice playlists. preferably with music you already know! if you don’t know the song already, chances are it’s just going to become a distraction.
    • 8tracks is a great site for this! you can make your own mixes or take a listen to one of the many, many study / chill playlists available. again, take a listen to the track on your way to class or whatever before actually trying to study with it on.
    • instrumentals + classical + video game music are the standard
  • get organized. messy = stressy. seriously. organize your desk, organize your notes. even if it’s not really your style, at least try to keep things ‘in your personal order.’ try to pretend you have your shit together. you will be so much more productive & confident if you feel in control of your situation.
    • if you’re a perfectionist, you may want to disregard this. really. you don’t want to put ‘tidiness’ above productivity.
    • taking pictures of your awesome, super-nice work space is awesome motivation. give that illusion of productivity. become tumblr famous.
    • if you can afford it, matching stationary and cute shit like that is super awesome feeling. it makes studying aesthetically satisfying.
  • take care of yourself. brush your teeth, put on that nice-smelling lotion, drink water. eating healthy foods, getting some exercise, all that good shit people tell you to do…it really is important. it’s kind of hard to focus or remain motivated if you’re miserably bloated & haven’t showered in 3 days.
    • especially for my neurod or mentally ill followers!

i fucked up

  • repeat after me: IT’S OKAY. IT’S OKAY. we all fuck up. you’re allowed to fuck up. sometimes assignments don’t get done, sometimes we don’t do as well on tests as we’d like. it’s okay. you’re okay.
  • recovery. alright, so, now that we’ve accepted that we’re human beans who sometimes grow upside-down…
    • cuddle in a blanket, and write down what you think you did wrong. did you not study enough? do you need to go to your professors office hours? write down your ideas.
    • let your failure motivate you! you hit your lowest point, alright? now you can focus on doing better, even if it’s just a few points difference.
    • you can do some things wrong. you don’t need to get an A every single time. did you understand 50% of the material? well, that’s halfway there!
    • you’re not going to be perfect at everything. we all have growing pains.

well, that’s all i have to say. keep growing towards the sun, kids.

I think Suho is the most underrated member of Exo and it worries me. He sings well, is very handsome, his jokes are stupid but funny (I will fight anyone who says they’re not lol), and he’s done so much to be a good leader for Exo. I know some people think he doesn’t stick out but if you’re an Exo-L, even if he’s not your bias hopefully you can come to appreciate and respect him for his hard work, talent and dedication.

kevin and neil headcanons because i dont see nearly enough for them

☆neil: what is ‘dabbing’ kevin: absolutely not
☆kevin has to chop vegetables into tiny pieces and sneak them into neils dinners because his eating habits are shit
☆they go grocery shopping together and neil keeps putting junk food in the cart and kevin keeps shoving it back onto random shelves with varying levels of rage
☆neil: do i even weigh anything to you? kevin, holding him a foot off the ground: no. its like holding a bag of grapes
☆whack each other w their exy racquets when they get too Extra during practice
☆scary movie ride or die fans
☆kevin curls up and watches through his fingers and neil punches kevins leg when a jumpscare gets him
☆kevin: *mentions anyone who has even slightly inconvenienced him* neil: you should kill them
☆kevin can always sense neils bullshit and he will, inevitably and invariably, be able to tell when neil is doing Something Stupid
☆neil photobombs kevins interviews at/after games ALL THE TIME
☆kevin: it was a tough game but our hard work paid off
☆neil: in the background wearing 3 pairs of sunglasses and dumping an entire gatorade over his head while maintaining eye contact with the camera
☆neil can suplex kevin
☆they are savage at dragging like god help whoever brings down their Roasting Session upon themselves bc they will taste the wrath of a god
☆neil makes a game of how many outlandish claims he can make and still have kevin believe him
☆neil: did you know i once spent a week in australia and had to eat nothing but jellyfish and twinkies to survive
☆kevin, wide eyed and scandalized: how are you alive
☆neil WILL pick a fight in a fast food restaurant and kevin has to bail him out
☆kevin listens to 80s pop music when he works out and neil finds out. neil Finds Out.
☆neil plays 21 loops of tom jones’ ‘whats new pussycat’ and kevin tells him to put in 1 ‘its not unusual’
☆kevin will send neil a million texts until he gets a response. like in a row, in the span of 15 seconds buzz buzz bitch where are you
☆neil watches chopped and kevin loses his mind because neil will drag a contestant for mixing caviar with peppers while at the same time eating like mac n cheese with nutella
☆they get too into laser tag and get kicked out

thanks i love them

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: All symphonies, whether they be harmonious or discordant, will end.

Taurus: Even the prettiest roses have thorns, some things are worth the nicks and scratches aren’t they?

Gemini: You best is all anyone can ask for, but that doesn’t seem to stop them does it? Nod, smile, agree, then do whateverthefuck you were gonna do anyway.

Cancer: Rome wasn’t built in a day and a lot of the people building it had second thoughts over whether it was going to be a nice place to hang out or not. Give yourself time, you have plenty.

Leo: Bravery is a rare thing, but it can often be substituted for a combination of stupidity, stubbornness, and sheer blind luck. 

Virgo: Just because there is enough dead skin in your mattress to build a second you doesn’t mean you should. That would be fucking weird.

Libra: The stars think you’re a pretty cool cat. Print out this horoscope as an official certificate of coolness.

Scorpio: A rolling stone gathers no moss, and with modern technology you can buy moss by the pound for like 39.99 a bag. 

Ophiuchus: Everything you know is probably wrong, but that won’t really change anything about the world so there’s no reason to worry.

Sagittarius: The stars know you’re having a hard time. Just know that the world can only hit you one day at a time. Try not to let thoughts of tomorrow ruin today. It’ll be here when it gets here.

Capricorn: Today I gave myself a second degree burn by spilling throat coat tea on my hand. What may soothe one problem may cause redness, blisters, and rashes for another.

Aquarius: Tonight is the perfect night to take tasteful nudes under cover of the starlight and never show them to anyone but yourself. The stars shine for nobody, but they are still beautiful.

Pisces: The problem with setting yourself on fire to keep others warm isn’t that it hurts. Its that eventually, you burn out.

I don’t know what to say about all these pictures of Sans with a glowing penis…… Why. just Why. xD
everytime I see a pic like this, I just can’t take it seriously.
to me, if he really had this “thing”, he would only make stupid things with it like… idk, being a lamp. yeah.
and then he would probably make an epilepsy because of it xD
but Hey, I’m not juging. do whatever you like. (even if drawing a skeleton with a glowing penis is a liiiittle weird. Just a little.)


I’m sorry the quality is terrible… I draw with my 3ds (and as you can see, the quality is bad) and I make the animation with my phone so… I don’t use very professional stuff xD but you get the idea-

anonymous asked:

Can I request headcanons for a badboy/delinquent! AU for Bokuto, Kuroo, and Ushijima with a top student/goody-two-shoes s/o ??

I live for this AU, you guys have no idea. I might take the time to run this into an official AU one day. ;) When I open the ask box again, please send more like this.


Bokuto Koutaro

  • Everyone can’t understand why you’re dating someone like him, the students are terrified of him, but only you know how much of a sweetheart he is. He does anything he can to make you smile, even if he looks stupid, but he’ll send a death glare to anyone who gives him a funny look.
  • If you thought he was hot already, imagine those muscular arms and back covered in tattoos, and a piercing here and there. He has the cliche bad boy image, but you love it. He knows you do too.
  • Often times you end up eating lunch on the roof where he knows no one will come to bother you two. Rather than eating lunch he ends up trying to convince you to fool around with him a little bit, but being the good girl you were it took a lot of convincing.
  • One time Bokuto got into a fight because he caught a perv looking up your skirt. You had no idea that seeing him get all jealous and possessive over you would be that attractive. He left the fight with hardly a scratch except bruised knuckles.

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • He goes out of his way to try and corrupt you, to see what you’re hiding behind the facade you put up. I means there’s no way that you haven’t smoked weed right? Everyone has.
  • Kuroo has a habit of of dragging you into the janitor’s closet or to the empty stair corridor to initiate a hot makeup. Despite your protests deep down he knows you enjoy the thrill of doing something bad.
  • I don’t know why, but in my mind Kuroo rides a motorcycle and takes you for a spin for lunch. When he knows that it’s time to go back he purposely takes detours to get back knowing it irks you.
  • Honestly, you think his tattoos look really good. Especially the one that starts at his shoulder and runs down the length of his arm. You sometimes trace it absentmindedly with your fingers.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

  • Can you just imagine this tall and buff man in leather? Well you’re blessed with the sight everyday. You can see the beginnings of a tattoo on his neck peeking out from the skintight black shirt he wears and he’s caught yu staring more often than not. You can’t help it, he’s hot.
  • One day Ushijima was getting a bit hands with you in the hallways, more often than usual. Finally you let him kiss you albeit hesitantly only to find that he got a new piercing…on his tongue. Hell was that hot.
  • He’s still the same stoic and quiet person as he was, no one dares to mess with you unless they have a death wish. Your lover is extremely protective of you and will throw hands if anyone bad mouths his princess.
  • He skips school quite often (but he always seems to maintain his grade) to which he tries to get you to tag along. One day you finally gave into hims nd admittedly it was the best days of your life. He took you out to a fair where he won you this huge stuffed animal. If he didn’t win the competition the shopkeeper still would have given it to you because of how intimidating Ushijima was. 
Batkids in trouble

- Most likely due to something stupid like pranks on each other in public or someone started a contest.
- Jim called Bruce with no explanation just come pick up your children.
- Once there he saw it was everyone. Even Stephaine and Harper got roped into it.
- They are all in the same cell. There is a reason no guards are there. Their bickering can give anyone a headache.
- Duke is telling them he knew it would end badly. Why did he agree to hang out with them.
- Damian is claiming he beat Tim.
- Cass got the whole thing on video. She plans on showing Barbara it tomorrow.
- Jason and Dick are arguing about something completely unrelated.
- Stephanie is playing with Harper’s hair. She is also voting that Tim lost.
- Harper is wondering why she hangs out with half of them.
- Bruce almost wants to tell Jim to keep them for the night.
- Long ride home. Bruce totally reads them the riot act that night.
- Solo patrol because they are all grounded from patrol.
- Yeah good luck Bruce, you trained them.
- They go out on patrol not even an hour later.
- Kate spots them first.
- Alfred is just like your problem.

Modern day Hamilton would pick up “fight me” and adopt it as his personal motto.
He’d say it so much his friends would get him pens and tumblers and hats and stuff with it embroidered and engraved on it.

But my lady pointed out that Jefferson would just as often say “bite me.”

And can you just imagine them in arguing in the office, or even the cabinet, and Jefferson

“You can’t actually expect anyone to support this bullshit plan, can you Hamilton?”

And Hamilton jumps out of his seat

“Fight me, Jefferson!”

And Jefferson barks out a laugh

“Bite me.”

My lady also pointed out that at home it would be a very different story.

Jefferson picking on Hamilton for something stupid, nothing hurtful, but still poking fun. And Hamilton would just sigh and grumble out “fight me”

But Jefferson would move in closer and suggest “bite me”

And Hamilton’s attitude would very quick change to “fuck me”

Want You More Than A by TheCellarDoor

Length: 78k

“Sorry if I hogged your duvet. Or you. I’ve been told that I tend to do that.”

“I didn’t mind.” That was a gross understatement. Harry wanted to spend the rest of his life with Louis tucked into his arms and stealing Harry’s duvet even though he already had his own. Just the thought of anyone but Harry getting to do that instead made his stomach twist with unease, and it was childish and stupid because Louis wasn’t his, but he couldn’t help it anyway.

“I should probably go home soon,” Louis said after a long pause that made Harry go back to fidgeting with the pillowcase again. “Don’t want to, but I can’t very well stay here all day, can I? Shouldn’t, really.”

Was he kidding? He could stay forever.

“You can stay as long as you want. I’ll make breakfast.” Harry didn’t even care how desperate he sounded. He just wanted to take care of Louis in any way Louis would let him. “I’ll make eggs?”

“Liam has never made me eggs. You’re clearly the lovelier sibling.”

Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must-Read

Ok, I miss shit-posting Yoi so … take this terrible piece of my rotten imagination lmao …

So, I was talking to my friend Alex on skype about how stupid ship hate is and how everyone is entitled to like whatever they want, and how you can’t even control what you like, because it just happens etc blublub …

Anyway. I’m a demonic multishipper from hell, so I can most likely ship anything you throw at me - except …

Well, except, I thought, Yakov Feltsman with anyone but maybe his ex-wife Lilia since there might still be some unresolved tension between these two. But, well, it’s not exactly something I would necessarily need to see fanart and read fanfic for. 

But then, realization suddenly struck me like a lightning.

Of couse!

How did I not see it before? I was blind, but all of a sudden, I could see the light. And I want to enlighten you, too, my beautiful children.

Open your hearts to the stunning beauty that is 

or in other words Yakov Feltsman x Nikolai “Kolya” Plisetsky.

Just imagine them :)

They’d be all lovey-dovey. Hugging and stealing little kisses whenever they think noone will notice. But Yuri does notice. And it’s so bad that he will voluntarily seek refuge at Yuuri and Viktor’s. Coz as bad as these two are, his coach and his gramps being all over each other is so much more than he can take.

But he doesn’t want them to stop either because he loves his grandpa so much and just wants him to be happy. Also, he really trusts Yakov and respects him a big deal, otherwise he wouldn’t have trained under him. But - so help him god! - Yuri will kick the old geezer’s ass if it ever comes to his ears that Yakov doens’t treat his gramps right. Aaaaaw <3 <3 

Just listen to me, okay? I love her. Even with our problems and our stupid mood swings. That’s the point. I love all of her. I can’t even think of hurting her. I don’t want to know what that’s like. Because she doesn’t deserve to be hurt. I’m not going to let anyone hurt her. It’s like Kev said in Shameless U.S: No one hurts her except me. Except I don’t hurt her so that just leaves no one.

I just want to be with her. I want to make her as happy as she makes me. I want her to feel the way she makes me feel. Because she makes me feel like I’m the only person dancing in the room and I am just… Fucking killing it. She makes me feel like I can fly, like my heart is pounding but it’s slowing at the same time. It’s… Surprisingly addicting.

And she’s worried that I’ll cheat on her but it’s not going to happen. How could it? She’s ridiculously intriguing. Every day there’s something new I learn about her. If she were a subject in school, she’s the first subject I’ve ever been excited to learn about.

She is the best person I know and all I want is to make her as happy as she makes me. She’s the only person I see and want a future with.

—  Oko Ninjah (Just listen to me…)

HOW CAN ANYONE CALL YIXING FAKE

HOW CAN ANYONE THINK HE’S “PRETENDING” TO BE A NICE PERSON 

HOW CAN THEY CALL HIM A TRAITOR AND SAY HE’S GOING TO LEAVE EXO

WHEN HE CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN AND WOULDN’T STOP OVER A STUPID GAME EVEN WHEN HE WAS COLLAPSING FROM LACK OF OXYGEN BECAUSE HE MADE A PROMISE FOR A G A M E

WHEN HE CONFRONTED HIS DIRECT SENIOR (IN AN ASIAN CULTURE! WHICH IS SO HOOKED ON RESPECT! YOU! DON’T! DO! THAT!) AND TOLD HIM OFF FOR BREAKING PROMISES AND GOING AGAINST HIS WORD 

WHEN HE SUSTAINED HIS WORST INJURY THAT STILL BOTHERS HIM TO THIS DAY WHEN HE WAS A TRAINEE BECAUSE HE FELT HE WASN’T MAKING PROGRESS AND HE WANTED TO BE THE BEST SO HE TIED DAMN SANDBAGS TO HIMSELF WHILE HE PRACTICED DANCING

HE NEVER QUITS

HE KEEPS EVERY PROMISE EVEN IF HE’S KILLING HIMSELF DOING IT

WHEN HE STAYS EVEN AFTER IT’S BEEN PROVEN TIME AND AGAIN THAT SM IS SHITTY AND THEY TREAT HIM BADLY HE STAYS BECAUSE HE SAID HE WOULD

HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN PUT SOMEONE OUT OF THEIR WAY

HOW CAN ANYONE HATE ZHANG YIXING WHEN HE WOULD GIVE ANYTHING AND GIVES EVERYTHING FOR EVERYONE ELSE BUT HIMSELF

Headcanons on Drunk Companions

I don’t know if this has been done before but…

Zevran:

  • Best Stories
  • Best Jokes
  • Somehow never off balance
  • Drunken talks about how amazing, “mi amor,” is
  • Slurred rants in Antivan
  • “Stop dancing on that table!”
  • Feelings, feelings, feelings
  • Best drunk sex
  • Might vomit on you
  • A mess but a fun mess

Alistair:

  • Suddenly philosophical
  • Rosy red cheeks
  • Sings drunk songs LOUDLY
  • Hiccups
  • Tells great stories, if embarrassing ones
  • Goes around to everyone in the bar and tells them how much they matter and what’s great about them
  • Cries at the mere sight of puppies
  • Just wants to have a good time

Morrigan:

  • “I am not drunk!” “Can you tell the time?” “Of course! [turns to clock] I am not drunk!”
  • Fusses over everybody and becomes Team (Drunk) Mom
  • Won’t stop ranting/babbling about Alistair
  • Insults have become less, “you blithering imbecile!” and more, “stupid-face!”
  • Tries to argue with anyone near her
  • [sniffles] “Mother never hugged me.”
  • Attempts to remain The Intellectual but isn’t even coherent
  • [sways back and forth as a “dance”]
  • Very loose with magic

Leliana:

  • Literally the drunk girl that would see you crying and pick leaves for you to make you feel better
  • Drunken songs at maximum volume with Alistair
  • Drunken burbles about the Maker
  • tries to shoot apples off of people’s heads
  • Dances like Beyonce
  • Protective of other drunk girls
  • Flirts amazingly well
  • Doesn’t start bar fights but can end them
  • She ended up with multiple women under each arm by the end of the night
  • Great listener, may have actually fallen asleep
  • Has practically no hangover in the morning, no matter how much she drinks
Dear diary

Recently I have realised that the only person who can make you feel good is you .. and it’s much more satisfying when it comes from within. It radiates. I know it’s easier said than done but even just telling yourself one single thing that you like about yourself is a start. For example.. today I was like.. hey I have pretty cool eyebrows.. actual thought (lol if u want to).. then I threw on my favourite stupid tshirt and stopped wondering if anyone else would like it. Sometimes doing one little thing that makes you feel more in control.. whether it be appreciating your eyebrows (that are on fleek 💅🏻) or even going to the store to buy a brownie just cos you wanna fucking eat one. Power to you. Again, pass this on it might speak to someone who needs it.

Originally posted by uofoklahoma

Ruby: You guys… you just don’t get it. I know you all have an outside perspective on this. The only things you know are what Craig’s told you about Tweek. 
Ruby: Newsflash. Tweek didn’t love him. He was just a jealous, selfish, person who didn’t want Craig,  but didn’t want anyone else to have him, either.
Ruby: See, they broke up because they always fought with each other. I think the whole last year of them dating was nothing but constant fighting. It was always about dumb stupid things Tweek caused. Then, when they finally broke up, Tweek still kept causing problems. 
Ruby: I can’t even tell you how many times Craig came into my room crying because he left someone for Tweek, but Tweek didn’t want him back. GOD. Every time my brother started liking somebody, Tweek would manipulate him into having sex. He’d do anything to destroy my brother’s relationships.
Ruby: Then in the morning he’d give Craig some lame “I love you but we’re no good for each other” shit. Sure, my brother wasn’t perfect, either, but at least he didn’t fucking use Tweek like that. 
Ruby: Time doesn’t change people that much. Tweek will talk a big talk and be a good little angel for now, but the moment my brother tries to move on again, Kyle will be out the window and Tweek will be back to his old shit.
[Deleted by Craig]

In most of the fic I read, especially those sympathetic to Tony, I kinda find it funny that Bucky Barnes seemed to be the only one deserving of Tony’s forgiveness, or whose olive branch was kinda shorter, while others (steve, clint, sometimes even wanda and/or natasha, but especially Steve, but Scott doesn’t count) suffer and being stupid and being hypocrites or downright miserable. The guy who whose face was forever painted as his mother’s killer, also Steve’s best friend and probably the whole reason Steve was getting blinded in his cause to the point of ‘civil war’ seemed to be the guy Tony would forgive first once he got time to think and calm down before he could even get pass at forgiving anyone else. So yeah, as a winteriron fan I am very amused.

Tony, cutting all ties to Steve? Whelp, I can totally see that. Clint? Well, he did say a mean thing straight into the bullseye, which is a very hurtful thing to do and if Tony doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore I can get behind that. Wanda? The woman doesn’t listen to anything as long as it came out of Tony’s mouth, and repeating the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is the very definition of insanity, so if he stopped trying I’ll understand. Natasha? She tried in her spy way, but if Tony doesn’t want that ambiguous friendship where Tony doesn’t ever know when she’ll stab him again then so be it. Sam? He’s at this place that could go either way. He seemed like the most neutral after Scott in the whole fight, but his obvious preference to Cap also kinda blinds him. Then again, he and Tony was never close. He could be the second guy after Bucky to get forgiven, since he actually cared about Rhodey.

Buvky, though? I can’t see a version of Tony Stark where he doesn’t have a conversation with the guy and actually have a budding friendship and actually try to help the guy, like he said before the airport fight. Maybe they won’t be friends. Maybe there won’t trust between them either. But, I can see them always having a tolerance that Tony won’t have with the others. Except Scott.

So, yeah. As the guy whose hands killed Tony’s parents, he seemed to be much easier for Tony to forgive than his ex-teammates. The drama and the tragic outcome of this revelation really fuels my half-buried feels.

anonymous asked:

i once heard that caps are the Christ sign, and i saw your pisces anon response saying it's the Jesus sign, thoughts?

The only reason anyone would say Capricorn is the Christ sign is because Christmas is in Capricorn season, which is honestly stupid to me because the real birthday of Jesus (according to many theologians/historians) is in Pisces season. Capricorn shares nothing with Jesus, in my opinion; not even the primary defining quality, which is martyrdom. Capricorns are martyrs for themselves; Pisces are martyrs for all.

I feel like there are several factions that me and my liberal friends have settled into after the supernova of last week’s election results.

I think I’m still on team “Angry That America Could Be This Stupid,” although I’ve cooled off a little bit. This is still in direct contrast to team “Let’s Still Have Compassion For All, Even Trump Voters,” which I just can’t find in my heart right now. There’s a very small team “Talk About Positive Things and Have Positive Feelings!” which literally helps no one. I mean, I’m not trying to stop anyone from feeling positivity, but your feelings have to motivate you to actually DO something.

Then there’s the only group that matters, team “I’m Not A White, Straight, Cisgender Male, And I’m Afraid.” These are the people I’m fighting for, donating for, trying to spread helpful information for. One of our Facebook friends started out as (and still is) a bar friend. She’s a proud black woman and she was expressing some anxiety about Trump’s supporters leading up to the election. Since the election she’s very happy to talk politics, race, sexism, and how we got here to any white person who will engage with her. She’s also admitted to being very afraid of just stepping outside her apartment in SF to have a cigarette.

I’ll never have that fear. I have to fight for everyone who does.

So let’s keep sharing resources, people.

"Returning home." Grayson Dolan

I’ve hated thinking about it ever since he left three weeks ago… Grayson’s gone home to New Jersey for three weeks and I can’t believe the last things we said to each other. It was a stupid little fight that should have meant nothing, not even existed in the first place. But somehow it escalated rapidly into a huge blow out. We were both hurt and angry as hell when he left and I’ve been heartbroken about it since. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life and I cannot believe how idiotic I was acting. Their plane landed thirty minutes ago and I had texted both of them in a group chat, Ethan answering and saying they would take an Uber back to their apartment. I’m alone again in their home waiting for them. I’ve tried calling Ethan probably hundreds of times but he hasn’t answered. The house is so quiet that when I lay in Gray’s bed and wait I almost fall asleep, but the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened stirs me. The only people that have a key are the boys and me. I wait and listen to what they’re doing. I hear the door close and them taking off their shoes. They drop some other stuff to the floor then start making their way up the stairs. Only one pair to be exact.. Practically running up them. I start to wonder why, it’s probably Ethan seeing as Gray probably doesn’t want to see me. I sit up and slide off the bed when the door opens. It’s not Ethan. Not even close. I stare into the eyes of Grayson. He’s breathing a little erratically and his hands are shaking. His hair has grown out a lot since I’ve last seen him, taller on the top then before. His beautiful sparkling eyes are the same as they look right back at me. My eyes drift to his face, his cheeks, his lips. I don’t notice I’m not breathing until it hurts, taking in a deep breath. The same feeling washes over me the very first time I saw him. The air around me feels almost foreign as we stare at each other. Neither of us moving an inch. Then he starts at a steady pace coming towards me. My feet lurch from their spot on the floor and I stride towards him. The next thing I know my face is tucked away into his neck and I’m breathing in his familiar scent again. His hands sink into my back holding me closer and closer to himself. I barely pull away from him enough to look at him. His hands come up to cradle my face. “Are you ok??” He urgently asks. I nod my head causing our noses to brush against each other from our close proximity. “I hated leaving like that.. Please, let’s not ever do that again.” His voice is an intense mix of anger and concern as his stare never leaves mine. I nod in agreement. We look at each other like we’re about to kiss. His thumb swipes gently across my bottom lip, he leans in; he leans in so close I can feel his warmth radiating onto me. “I tried to forget about it… But my thoughts can’t move an inch without bumping into some piece of you. I just can’t stop myself from constantly falling into you, Y/N.” He whispers against my lips. His eyes close as do mine and he ever so slightly kisses me, before he pulls back and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “I missed you.” It comes out in a wet gasp. I pull him into me once again crashing my lips to his for a kiss that lasts much longer and deeper, his tongue becoming my safe place. His hands finally stop shaking as we hold onto each other as closely as we can. Breathing noisily he lets his lips wander from my forehead down to my cheek then back to my lips again. I curl my fingertips into the sides of his hair and tug him towards me, letting my other hand fall to his warm chest. I can feel his rapid pounding heartbeat beneath his skin. “Your heart is beating so fast.” I say against his cheek. He nods his head then mutters, “I know.” “Why?” I ask. We’re both breathing quite loudly. “Because I’m so in love with you.” He aligns our heads and crashes his lips to mine again. My heart swells in my chest, exploding and expanding. “I missed you.” I whisper breathlessly. I carve those words into the hollow of his throat with my mouth. I can tell we can both feel the honesty in our words through the fingertips that slide over each other’s skin. His hands run down my spine, reveling in the words that I press permanently into his skin. “I missed you, I love you,” he tells me over and over again. “I love you so much.” He whispers against my lips. “I love you too.” I whisper back. He kisses me until I get lost in him. Lost in the moment, lost in the bliss. “Don’t ever leave me, please.” I whisper. “No. Never, no.” He breaths into me. “I love you.” I kiss his cheek and caress his hair. I feel myself wanting to say those words over and over again for the rest of my life. I’m aware of his nose in the crook of my neck and his lips pressing to my pulse. His lips curl up into a smile, laughter bubbling over his swollen lips, and I can’t help but to smile and laugh back.