can anyone tell me what it says

anonymous asked:

I'm asexual and I recently told one of my friends. She replied with "No you're not, you're just going through a phase." I don't even feel like I have the courage to tell my parents or my other friends now. I don't want to tell them because it doesn't seem really important, but the other day my mother asked me "When are you going to get a boyfriend?". Same with my friends. I'm the only one who hasn't dated anyone yet. I feel like a broken human being. Sorry to venting to you, but...

You will go according to your feelings, not what anyone says. I know this feeling when you’re constantly get shitty questions like that. But do remember, this is you. You are you. You are the one who will live this life and you have the power to change it to your liking. What you feel is valid! You can tell the people you want, and if you don’t feel safe or comfortable than don’t do it. The people who are truely broken are the people who invalidate your feelings! You are strong

I am very tired of Tumblr drama… I still want to help people but…

Don’t just tell me what someone else said. Send me screenshots. No matter how good of a friend you are I want screenshots. Anyone can just write stuff. Donnie and I try to be unbiased, we just need hard proof so we can make our own conclusions.

Also if you say you have screenshots but don’t show them then that is really shifty dude and kind of goes against you.

I don’t like losing friends, I know it is inevitable but I try to figure these things out.

anonymous asked:

I'm thinking of filming a bass cover, but i don't want for it to be shitty and i really hate the thing that people do when they say like "wow you're so good!!1" even tho you suck, so i can't really trust anyone to give their honest opinion, so i was thinking since you're really good at playing bass maybe i could like send the cover to you first somehow and you'd tell me what you think before i post it? That is if i even make the cover in the first place abdjdksnfnf

I think you should definitely post it no matter what, but you can totally send it to me first! I used to post covers when I fucking sucked, but it made me a lot more confident and I continued to practice and post and it made me feel so much better :-) I think people say that stuff because there is almost always something that is good about a cover even if the overall thing isn’t the best. But if you want me to give you some constructive criticism and tips as well as comments and what I like and what you should keep doing, you can message me! I’d be happy to watch your cover ❤

PSA for any high schoolers who’re going to college soon or  are just worried about it

your high school teachers are LIARS.

Most college professors accept late assignments.

Some of them are so chill that you can ditch most of class so long as you can handle the final. 

It’s all about playing it by ear.

YOU DON’T ASK TO GO TO THE BATHROOM PLEASE SAVE YOURSELF THE EMBARRASSMENT. 

It is NOT harder than high school. You’re more or less ready for it if you do ok in high school, ok?

Seriously. I got A’s in AP classes yet was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to handle college.

Surprise surprise?

AP classes are harder than college classes. 

No joke. 

College professors are a lot more liberal on what counts as a “right” answer. 

Plus they give you points for caring. 

Some classes give you points just for showing up. 

There’s an atmosphere of controlled panic, and you are not the only one. 

You can pretty much go up to anyone and say god life is a nightmare and finals are gonna kick my ass, and they’ll go saaaaame, regardless of how genius they’re supposed to be. 

Seriously. 

College student here.

High school teachers are the WORST of liars.

They’ll tell you college is a “whole nother level” but that’s such horse shit. 

High school is a standardized sheep counting facility. 

College is a research lab full of cats that may or may not do what you expect. 

idk man the thing that sucks about not being really pretty is that no matter what you tell yourself and what your friends might say, you sort of always know that you’re just not. and i’m not talking about being stubborn and fishing for compliments, it’s just knowing that you’re not conventionally attractive, that people on the street won’t double-take when you pass by them, that people won’t be flustered trying to talk to you. and i know looks aren’t everything but damn it sure feels like it when you aren’t absolutely gorgeous

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜
❛ Where are you going? ❜
❛ Where are you taking me? ❜
❛ How is that working out for you? ❜
❛ Is everything okay? ❜
❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜
❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜
❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜
❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜
❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜
❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜
❛ What else can I do? ❜
❛ What do you think I should do? ❜
❛ What makes you think that? ❜
❛ Who told you that? ❜
❛ Who are you? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜
❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜
❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜
❛ What don’t you understand? ❜
❛ Are you joking? ❜
❛ Did I miss anything? ❜
❛ You don’t remember? ❜
❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜
❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜
❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜
❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜
❛ Are you coming or not? ❜
❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜
❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜
❛ Who did this to you? ❜
❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜
❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜
❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜
❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜
❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜
❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜
❛ Where do we go from here? ❜
❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜
❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜
❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜
❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜
❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜
❛ Are we done now? ❜
❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜
❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜
❛ How can possibly think that? ❜
❛ Did you even miss me? ❜
❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜
❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜
❛ Did you kill them? ❜
❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Are you having doubts? ❜
❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜
❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜
❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜
❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜
❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜
❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜
❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜
❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜
❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜
❛ Are you drunk? ❜
❛ Are you lost? ❜
❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜
❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜
❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜
❛ What are you staring at? ❜
❛ What are you doing out here? ❜
❛ Why did you call the police? ❜
❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜
❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜
❛ What did you find out? ❜
❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜
❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜
❛ Are you crying? ❜
❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜
❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜
❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜
❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜
❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜
❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜
❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜
❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜
❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜
❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜
❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜
❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜
❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜
❛ Why are you telling me this?
❛ Are you ready? ❜
❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜
❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜
❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜
❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜
❛ Do you trust me? ❜
❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜
❛ When will it ever stop? ❜
❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜
❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜
❛ You called for back up? ❜
❛ What did I just witness? ❜
❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜
❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜
❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜
❛ Is there something wrong? ❜
❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜
❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜
❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜
❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜
❛ You went to a party without me? ❜
❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜
❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜
❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜
❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

asthspace  asked:

If EBT could be used to buy anything, then what is the incentive to buy food with your own money? Why should the tax payers have to pay for welfare receivers to get luxury food???

Many people do not know this about me, but I have been on Snap benefits. I lost a job in 2009, shortly after the Great Recession, and I had nothing. I had to wait in lines at a food bank to get two small grocery bags of canned food, some toilet paper and a bar of soap a week and I applied for and received SNAP benefits. 

Let me tell you, there was no luxurious eating. Unless, you think a diet of pasta, rice, beans, canned veggies, canned tuna, peanut butter and bread IS opulent. If you think going down to the Wonder Bread factory and buying their expired products is lavish, being on SNAP is the life for you.

But even if I did buy as much expensive food as I could, who cares what anyone else eats? It is a set amount of money each month. If someone wants to blow all $126 they get a month on one meal, who am I to say no. They are the ones that are going to have to figure out how to eat for the remaining 89 meals that month.

Should we require that “Welfare” Recipients eat garbage so that you can feel better than them?

On average they get about $1.40 a meal in SNAP benefits. Basically, we are requiring them to eat garbage, but still, that seems like too much for you. 

- @theliberaltony


Just to stave off the stupid responses a bit: 

  • I spent less than a year on SNAP. 
  • Yes, I have a job now.

i’m cute but psycho, she says. she smiles at me.

in my backpack are sixteen emergency items for panic attacks, for shutdown mode, for in case i can’t stop urges i can’t control, in case i am in trouble. i have under my bed razors i can’t bring myself to throw out, even though i’ve been recovered for ages. i forget what i said to him after i say it. i don’t mean any of it, but maybe i did. am i steering this ship or am i just a passenger on it.

i put the hot in psychotic, she says. i hear her laughing.

i can’t feel my lips. back when the hallucinations were bad i didn’t tell anyone but him, because i knew what was happening. when i woke up in a hospital i tried to kill the doctor. my therapy group was full of wonderful people. the girl who was schizophrenic had a beautiful singing voice. i can still hear her crying sometimes.

normal people scare me, he says. i know it’s from tv.

we faltered on the edge of bad things. when he tried to burn his house down he didn’t know what he was doing. he’s being charged as an adult, they tell me. when he saw me looking he said it was his responsibility. the girl with split personalities is sweet. her trauma rendered her largely unable to speak. i sit outside with the other three who raid our own bodies and we pluck flowers and play a game: what if i’d been born normal. what if i had been given executive functions. what if i hadn’t been given depression in bucketfuls until it overcame my lungs. my parents don’t know how to look at me anymore and neither do my friends. they all tiptoe around me like i will break at any second.

try yoga. it’s just a phase. we all feel that way. you have so much to be thankful for. someone has it worse. mentally ill people are dangerous. therapists aren’t real doctors and by extension you have no real problems. go for a run. just choose happiness. you’re not really sick. you’re faking it.

i lace my shoes. it’s nice to have laces back. i will try to work out without letting myself get back into my disorder, but we all know how well that will go. i have been working out since i was six years old. yoga is on my schedule but it’s never active enough. there’s a good chance that out of the people in my group, one of them is being taken advantage of. we are so quick to give ourselves out for the safety of others. the boy who, like me, has burn scars on his skin - he tells me his girlfriend likes that he’s sick. it makes him sensitive. the girl who is schizophrenic gets picked up by her father. i know he hits her. she says she kind of deserves it.

sadness makes for good art, she says. i don’t look up.

when they ask me where i’ve been i say i’ve been out of town. i feel fine thanks for asking. i don’t know who i am when nobody’s looking. i don’t know if i’m even real anymore. i don’t know how to get close to people because they’ll end up finding out and hating me for it, or i’ll be a burden, or they won’t know how to handle it. my family never brings up the hospital again. sometimes i think i dreamed it. 

you won’t find love until you love yourself, he warns. it’s been a long day.

i’m so alone.

On nights like these, Viktor knew what to do.

It’s not like he got it right the first time. Or the second, or the third. And once he had gotten it, that didn’t mean he stopped making mistakes. He always made mistakes. But Yuuri helped him learn that was okay.


One night, Viktor woke up to find Yuuri upright, leaning against the headboard. His expression was blank, but Viktor could tell there was some sort of dull churning going on in his head.

“Go back to sleep, Viktor,” Yuuri said when he caught Viktor staring, pushing up the corners of his mouth with a little force.

Viktor, too sleepy to argue, did.


There was a night at the Onsen when Viktor heard Yuuri whimpering through the thin screen doors. Thankfully, Yuuri was already used to having Viktor around at the time. So Viktor quietly entered Yuuri’s room, shut the door behind him, and sat at the side of his bed.

Yuuri was sitting up, but with his arms around his knees and his face buried in his elbow. His glasses were beside him.

Viktor could see some wetness glimmering on the back of Yuuri’s hand.

“I’ll get water,” Viktor said gently, squeezing Yuuri’s arm a bit. Yuuri nodded into his elbow.

After returning with water and placing it on the bedside table, Viktor offered Yuuri a blanket. He took it, rubbed his eyes with it, and then wrapped it around his shoulders.

Viktor turned off all the lights and coaxed Yuuri to lie down beside him.


Another night, things didn’t go so well. Viktor was annoyed, for some reason. Even he himself wasn’t sure why. But he wasn’t being the usual whiny, vocal Viktor that Yuuri was used to. He was being closed off instead.

Yuuri tried several times to make conversation. None of his numerous attempts took off, always ending in a silence more tense than the previous one.

“Viktor,” Yuuri said, placing a hand on Viktor’s arm as a signal to stop walking. They were in a park, taking Makkachin out for her morning stroll.

“Mm?” Viktor grunted.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Yuuri said.

Viktor turned away and kept walking.

“Viktor!” Yuuri exclaimed, shocked. That was a very rare thing for Viktor to do. He caught his wrist and held it tight. “Talk to me.”

Viktor turned on him. “Why? You never do anyway,” he said, his voice much too measured, too deliberate.

Yuuri dropped his hand.

“I’ll meet you back at the house,” Yuuri said, and before Viktor could say anything, Yuuri ran, Makkachin whimpering in the distance.

Viktor turned up an hour later with a blanket, a glass of water, and an apology. He confessed to Yuuri he didn’t know what made him so tense.

“Maybe I’m just tired,” Viktor said.

“Maybe you are a bit frustrated with me,” Yuuri replied. “You’re right, I never really tell you what I’m thinking during those times.”

Viktor’s eyes widened. “Y-You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!”

Yuuri frowned. “It’s not that I didn’t want to, honestly. I’m just not used to… telling other people.”

“Oh,” Viktor said, a little dumbfounded. Why hadn’t Yuuri ever talked to anyone about it?

“I mean Phichit was always there for me when I needed it, but I could never really say what was going on, but with you maybe I can try, you know? Maybe it would be better if–”

“Yuuri,” Viktor cut into his rambling, the corner of his mouth lifting the tiniest bit.

He took Yuuri’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. Yuuri still blushed, even though Viktor had done that countless times before.

“I’d be honored to know what goes on inside Yuuri Katsuki’s head,” Viktor said. “Just. Don’t force yourself, okay? I know we’ll get there in time.”

And Yuuri’s heart swelled until he thought his chest would burst. A fresh wave of tears stung his eyes, but Yuuri knew they weren’t from pain.

He yanked Viktor forward by the hand and hugged him tight.

despite the fact that everybody thought isak would be too lazy to get all the stuff for their new place unpacked over easter, he actually gets it done in a couple of days. he’s just so happy, he can’t explain it; he hasn’t stopped smiling since they moved in. everything just seems that much brighter, funnier, and altogether just…better.

he’s unpacking one of the last boxes - just a few odds and ends for their bedroom - when he comes across the drawings. the ones even gave him last year, when this all started. he smiles fondly to himself, thumb brushing delicately over the ink, ghosting the path even’s hands made when he drew them. and he feels this sudden sense of gratitude wash over him; that they’re here, now, the two of them. they have come so, so far. 

and just then, even’s behind him, wrapping his arms around isak’s waist and hugging him, pressing soft kisses to the back of isak’s neck. and isak sighs against him, smiling, and turns to face him. 

“kitchen’s finished,” even tells him.

“so’s the bedroom,” isak says. “just need to find somewhere for these.”

even studies the drawings, frowning, then laughs fondly, raking a hand through isak’s hair. “fucking hell, i forgot about these. you kept them?”

“of course,” isak says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like it would have been ludicrous for him not to have kept them. even just smiles and kisses him, all smiley, a hand in isak’s hair and the other on isak’s waist, pulling him a little closer, soft and gentle, fluttering eyelashes and rosy cheeks.

they consider putting the drawings in a drawer somewhere - somewhere where they’ll be kept private; hidden. in the end, though, they remember that this is their flat, so they hang the drawings in their bedroom above their bed. little reminders of how far they’ve come.

finally, they’re done unpacking, and even stands in their living room and looks around, hair a little messy, forehead a little sweaty, but looking pleased with himself. and isak just stares and stares at him; can’t believe how lucky he is. how lucky they both are, really, to have found each other.

“what do you think?” even asks.

isak smiles. it’s not going to make it into a home decor magazine, put it that way. it’s a tiny flat; the wallpaper is peeling in places and the floor is scuffed and scratched, kitchen counter stained in places. but it’s theirs. the first place isak has ever chosen to move into - because he didn’t have a choice when he moved away from home for the first time, not really - and he just can’t help this little smile bubbling up at the thought of getting to wake up next to even every day, all days, forever.

instead of saying that outright, though, isak just shrugs and says, “it’ll do for now, until we can afford to buy our own house.”

even raises his eyebrows, moving forwards, standing closer to isak and smiling. “our own house?” he asks, a little teasingly.

“yeah, in like, ten years or whatever,” isak says, not embarrassed, really, because this is even.

“ten years?” even repeats, moving a hand under isak’s jaw.

“uh, ja,” isak says, smirking, pushing some of even’s hair behind his ears. “didn’t anyone tell you?”

even brushes his nose against isak’s, humming contentedly. “tell me what?” 

“well, we’re going to be together forever,” isak says, very matter-of-factly.

even raises his eyebrows. “forever?”

“ja. literally, forever,” isak says, looking at even through half-lidded eyes, kind of drunk on even’s presence, on how it feels to just be the two of them, here, in their own place. safe and together, surrounded by so much love.

even laughs softly, eyes sparkling. “what happened to not worrying about the future, and taking things day by day, minute by minute?” 

isak shrugs, eyes softening as even’s thumb brushes over his lips, settling against his cheek. “this minute,” isak says, “we’re going to be together for all time.”

NCT as things I have heard my friends say

I’m doing this because my friends bet me this would get more than 100 notes within 5 days because she is certain my friends say the stupidest shit ever she 100% right but thats not something I’ll ever tell her

Taeil: *recording video* “I love my friends so much” *Camera turns off* “Fuck you bitches with a million glitter pens”

Hansol: “Whoever says anything stupid will get sent to the kinky dungeon”

Johnny: “Yes the weather up here is nice. Do you know what would be nicer? A little fucking respect around here”

Taeyong: “I may be young but ain’t stopping me from dancing to EXO as sexy as I like”

Yuta: “God they are so hot, it’s a shame that I’m straight!”

Kun: “Of course I killed him the guy forgot about me, like how can anyone forget this handsome face”

Doyoung: “I may look sweet and angelic but under my skin is a hell fire waiting to burn you all”

Ten: “A different dick a day keeps the churches away”

Jaehyun: “My flirting skills are the only thing I have going for but at least there that”

WinWin: “Pro-tip for life, your cute is your greatest weapon use it to manipulate and demolish your friends and enemies”

Mark: “I worked my ass off for what, a lousy dirty muffin”

Renjun: “So what if I like cartoons? They make me happier than you losers I call friends”

Jeno: “I would kill you if I wasn’t so goddamn attracted to you, maybe we should just divorce” 

Haechan: “Do you have time to talk about our lord, saviour and greatest ass of the century, me you fuck trees”

Jaemin: “A friend of mine once said “I would kill you if I wasn’t so goddamn attracted to you, maybe we should just divorce” we’re still together though and now we have a child”

Chenle: “I shall sacrifice the taller guy to satan for a cute ass puppy anyday”

Jisung: “I got scared of my shadow and jumped out my bedroom window out of habit”

I am increasingly concerned for my friends, some of these work well others don’t.

Originally posted by dovounq

okay but

when rowan finally gets to aelin, and she’s probably locked inside the coffin without any hope of ever getting out, so completely battered and broken physically but content because she knows she did everything possible to give her people, her court, her family a chance, 
and then suddenly she hears some kind of inhuman roar through the iron box that muffles almost all noise, but somehow this sound is loud enough to still hurt her ears even through the box,
and screeching as someone physically rips open the box, and she can smell copious amounts of blood in the air and the entire cadre is there, summoned by Rowan for the break in a day earlier and using all of their strength to save the queen they want to serve from the one they deplore,
and they shakily lift her out of the coffin but she can’t even be grateful because Rowan’s not  t h e r e, and if he’s not with them he must be hurt and oh  g o d s what if he’s dead, and she’s starting to lose it because she can handle whippings and beatings and torture but she can’t handle her mate being gone, not having been able to save him–
and then there’s a shriek nearby and suddenly he’s there, her mate is there, in the same room as her, cut and bruised and limping but alive, and with him is Maeve, but something is different and–oh gods, her neck is broken, her mate killed the woman who has starred in every one of her nightmares for the last year, the ones that didn’t end when she woke up, when the pain from the bone deep injuries pulled her out of brief unconsciousness, her magic unable to heal so many extensive injuries, and not in an iron box, iron shavings sprinkled onto her tattered skin after her session every day before she could be returned to the coffin, Maeve is DEAD she’s finally gone, and aelin lets out the smallest sound of relief,
and then rowan is next to her, snatching her out of his brothers’ arms quickly, but so carefully, tears building up in his eyes at the sight of her in so much pain, shaking with rage at quite how much blood and muscle is visible,
and her mouth starts to move, and she wants to apologize for not telling him about the mating bond and for sacrificing herself and not telling him, but he can see it in her face and cocks his head in the way she knows means don’t you dare apologize, Fireheart and gods she has missed this effortless communication, and Rowan, everything about Rowan, her husband and consort and mate,
and they’re both grasping each other tightly to assure that they’re real, because Rowan has seen his mate’s face day in and day out in battle strategy discussions next to Aedion and in the nightmares that never seem to end, and Aelin never thought this suffering would end but he’s here, he came for her even though they both knew he shouldn’t have, and she can’t stop looking at him, at that face she loves, and then he turns to face her directly and for a moment she thinks she’s seeing double–but no, there’s that scar above his left eyebrow, so the only thing that makes sense is–
“You got a new tattoo.” her voice is quiet and hoarse, but still so unequivocally Aelin, and he wants to both laugh and sob into her because of course, of course that’s the first thing she notices, the first thing she says to him, the first thing his mate says to him after being apart for a year, so he nods and clears his throat,
“I–our story needed to be represented there too. I mentioned the idea to Fenrys the morning you–the morning after our ceremony. And then you were gone, and…” his throat felt swollen shut, but he continued speaking. “and then it seemed only right that you had a place next to Lyria’s, even though I hadn’t learned my lesson and…” he trails off, but she can read the “failed you, failed you both but here again Maeve went right by me and I failed you
“Buzzard,” she says, and she could tell him all the same with her eyes and her face but after so long of nothing escaping her mouth but screams, it feels so good to talk, “I can’t have you taking credit for my abduction when we both know I’m simply too clever of a mastermind for you to have realized what was happening. And you’re here now, and that…I could never have asked it of anyone. You came.”
“Of course I came,” he can’t stop looking at her, hands still wrapped gingerly around her emaciated frame, and if he hadn’t already rutting killed Maeve and Carn he would lose it right now at feeling her ribs poking at skin where there used to be layers of muscle. “I’m not just anyone.” his voice cracks, and he so so hates displays of emotion and mushiness but he needs her to hear it, to know. “I love you, Fireheart. You’re going to have to get used to the idea that I’m never going to let you go if we’re going to be mated for the rest of both of our fae lifespans.”
and she’s laughing and crying, because of course she is, and this arrogant, territorial male is hers for all of that time, and she wants to ask after Aedion and Lysandra and Elide and Dorian and Chaol and Nesryn and the thirteen, but she knows he wouldn’t leave them defenseless for anything, and her mate is here and he knows he’s her mate and gods is she so glad to have the ridiculous buzzard in her life.
He gets her out of the dungeon, out of the palace and she can feel him tense when they get into the sunlight and the iron in her wounds is visible, and he starts to growl but restrains himself when the sound makes her cower the tiniest bit, and he presses his lips to her temple but she can feel the wind delicately removing the tiny metal bits from her back, and her magic slowly, slowly starts to knit the skin back together, cell by cell, and then she’s in a featherbed sleeping finally because she knows there’s no way in hell he will take his eyes off of her for the next century, and a few hours later she opens her eyes because something thumps onto the deck of the ship, and she startles and clenches her fists because they must have found her, but then her door is thrown open and Lysandra is there, running to her with tremendous sobs, and she can smell the cadre in the hallway, and Chaol runs in too, but they’re both thrown out of the way by a volatile Aedion, and she knows something must be wrong because Dorian and Manon and Elide aren’t there, oh gods not Dorian, and she knows well enough that war comes with sacrifices, but it was supposed to be her, not her book loving best friend, and of her a moment they’re all crying together before Lysandra pulls a sealed envelope from her pocket, addressed to her in that regal script, and she bursts out laughing because of course he left her a note, of course he’s going to tell her he chose this, it’s so very Dorian, 
and she spends days like this, crying and laughing and healing and trying not to flinch at every noise and voice, wrapped in Rowan’s arms and catching up on hundreds of hours of sleep deprivation, until one morning he’s shaking her and she groans in opposition, but he pulls her to her feet and helps her to the deck, and her breath catches because she can smell it already–pine and snow and love and happiness and oh gods, they’re finally–
“Home,” Rowan breathes in her ear. “We’re home, Fireheart.”

So that last Pash interview has me scratching my head a bit. Maybe you guys can help me make sense of this. It’s possible I’m applying what Kubo-sensei is saying to the wrong dialogue or something.

This part is bugging me in particular.

What Victor told Yuuri right before he starts (his Episode 12 Free Skate) performance, more than something that he really thinks deep down, is what he came up with when thinking about what could encourage Yuuri Katsuki the most, so basically it’s “Victor playing the role of Victor as Yuuri expects him” (source)

Like … ?

Okay. This kind of makes sense if she’s just talking about what Victor says to Yuuri at first. You know, when Victor is saying all that “You can win gold. Believe in yourself” stuff. (Though it still doesn’t make 100% sense because when has Yuuri not shut Victor down for trying to act like a “model coach”? This is not “Victor as Yuuri expects him”. Yuuri has never expected that.)

But is Kubo-sensei talking about what Victor says afterward? And by that, I mean the “Give me a gold medal to kiss already” dialogue.

Because a huge part of Victor’s character arc is about being true to himself and not what Yuuri or anyone else expects him to be?? 

Because you know. This happened.

And also this.

Please tell me I’m misinterpreting this interview.

Surely she’s not suggesting everything Victor said was just what he thought Yuuri wanted to hear? Surely the interview just left out the rest of her thoughts on what else he said in this scene?

Because otherwise, that goes against a very powerful message about Victor, who has reinvented himself time and time again to make his audience happy. Now he’s just doing that for Yuuri, and there’s no growth there.

Kitchen Favours

Jughead x Reader
No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world.
Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N.
Warnings: Strong smut themes 

Originally posted by bettytail

“You know you don’t have to stay with me” you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop’s offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop’s just thought he might as well make some money at the same time. 

You had been working at Pop’s for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He’d even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef.
“And what would you do if you got a order in?” he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you.
“I’m sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries” you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing.
“Are you calling my job easy?” He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t underestimate me” I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes.

“Anyway” I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. “I was just thinking of you getting home. Won’t Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were” you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against.
“Trust me, I think they’ll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don’t think they’ll want disturbing for a while now” he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

It’s at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn’t seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over.
“Hi” you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear.
“Look who it is girls” Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom.
“What can I get you?”
“Tell me, Y/N” Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. “What was he like?”
“What was who like?” you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted.
“Moose?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He’s telling anyone and everyone” she smirks, the other girls laughing.
“That’s… that’s a lie” you stutter.
“Right” they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey.
“Excuse me” you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything.

“Wow. Y/N what’s wrong?” Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act.
“Just get rid of them please” you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant.
“One second” he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear.
“No.” you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless… Unless Moose said it himself?
“That asshole!” you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. “Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity”
“Your a virgin?” Jughead jokes, giving a confused look.
“Now is not the time Jug”“
"Sorry. Sorry” he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. “Why would he do that?” he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch.
“The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn’t gay. I said no. He’s not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity” you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling.
“I’m sorry Y/N” he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you.
“I can’t believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose” you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow.
“I can’t believe your still a virgin” he laughs.
“Ugh.” you groan, feeling the need to explode.
“I really can’t. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-”

“No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it’ll be your first time they always tell you they’ll go slow with you. That your first time is special.” you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. “Well how can it be special if it’s just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where’s the heat in that? People think they’re being so romantic in ‘I’ll take it slow with you’ but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That’s romantic. No one seem’s to get that.”

Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying.
“Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it’s just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I’ll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?” you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual.
“Got it” he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you.
His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
“Jughead…” you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next.
You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud.
Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head.
His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved.
“Shut it Jones” you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead’s hand slips to the waistband of your jeans…

“Jughead. Y/N. I’m back” Pop’s shouts as he enters the diner.

unrequited love starters

Send one to see how my muse reacts.

IN LOVE

  • “I love you. I’m sorry.”
  • “I know you don’t feel the same way.”
  • “I don’t want to be friends.”
  • “Why can’t you just give me a chance?!”
  • “How could you pick him/her/them over me?”
  • “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
  • “Just one date. Coffee? Please?”
  • “Can we please pretend I never said that?”
  • “Friendzoned again.”
  • “I want you to be happy, with or without me.”
  • “You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
  • “I’m a nice person! Why can’t I get dates?”
  • “I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.”
  • “Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
  • “I was there for you when no one else was!”
  • “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”
  • “Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
  • “I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
  • “Can’t we just give us another chance?”
  • “I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
  • “You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want. I just thought you should know.”
  • “I don’t love him/her/them. I love you.”
  • “God, please don’t tell my wife/husband/spouse about this.”
  • “Can I have just one kiss?”
  • “Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
  • “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
  • “I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
  • “When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
  • “Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”

NOT

  • “I’m sorry, I just don’t see you that way.”
  • “I don’t owe you anything!”
  • “We can be friends instead.”
  • “I don’t feel as strongly for you as you do for me.”
  • “If you bring up the friendzone, this conversation is over.”
  • “I love you, just not in that way.”
  • “Thanks so much for understanding.”
  • “You’ll find somebody else.”
  • “I hope we’ll still be friends after this.”
  • “No means no, so stop asking!”
  • “I thought you were my friend.”
  • “This isn’t a debate. I said no.”
  • “I don’t think we’d be compatible.”
  • “Look at this realistically – can you honestly see any scenario where we’d date and not kill each other?”
  • “You’re only saying that because you’re freaking out.”
  • “I have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner.”
  • “What?!”
  • “What are you talking about? You’re married!”
  • “You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
  • “You’re more like a sibling, to be honest.”
  • “I’m flattered, I just don’t…”
  • “Wow. I mean – wow. Sorry, I’m just – just really shocked, is all.”
  • “You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
  • “We agreed this was just physical!”
  • “There’s a reason we didn’t work out the first time.”
  • “I’m sorry, but… no.”
MBTI TYPES AS LOTR QUOTES

ISFJ: If I take one more step, it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been.

ESFJ: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots!

ENTJ: If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they’re not, I’d say we’re taking the long way round.

INTJ: I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.

ENTP: You’ll find more cheer in a graveyard.

INTP: We never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.

ESTP: He was twitching because he’s got my axe embedded in his nervous system!

ISTP
: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?

ENFP: What does your heart tell you?

INFP: Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

ENFJ: What grace is given to me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared.

INFJ: The world is changed. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.

ESTJ
: You’re late.

ISTJ: PO-TA-TOES!

ESFP
: What about second breakfast?

ISFP: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?