considering that i don't even LIKE my face

anonymous asked:

I just read the anon about celebrities mean tweets and it would be ridiculously funny. haha! What would be some of the tweets they read and their reactions? If you don't mind me asking.

Viktor would probably get someone saying something like ‘he’s overrated as a skater and he hasn’t even won that much anyway’ and would be like ‘wow, maybe I should just go and throw out my wall to wall trophy cabinet now considering all the medals in it are apparently imaginary’. And someone else saying he’s annoying and too in love with his own face considering how many selfies he posts to which he’d reply ‘I post selfies because I’m lucky enough to have a face to be proud of, unlike the person who wrote this tweet apparently’. The only one he’d probably actually be offended by is someone saying his hair is grey because he’d very indignantly reply ‘it’s not grey, it’s SILVER’

Yuuri on the other hand would get something like ‘Katsuki is just a straight up bad skater, him ever being able to win at all was a mistake’ and even though sometimes he doubts himself he is great at working to prove wrong other people who do it to him. So he wouldn’t get upset at mean tweets he’d just say something like ‘well that’s a mistake the ISU have made about twenty times now, someone should probably tell them so they stop giving me all those accidental medals’ and he might get another one like ‘Viktor is out of Katsuki’s league’ and would reply something along the lines of ‘he’s out of everyone’s league but he’s going home with me which says it all really doesn’t it?’ (and Viktor would probably be there in the background like ‘EXCUSE ME HE IS OUT OF MY LEAGUE NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND’)

Imagine Hinata and Yamaguchi owning a coffee shop together and Tsukishima coming in every morning for a cup of coffee. Without fail Tsukishima and Hinata get in to an argument. One day, the new, young barista nervously asks Yamaguchi whether it’s okay for Hinata to be arguing with customers like that and Yamaguchi just laughs it off, gestures to where Tsukishima is pressing a kiss to Hinata’s pouting face, and says:

“I think it’s okay considering that’s his husband.”

bexfromnewmex  asked:

RE: Charlie Brown: until I read your explanation, I never even considered that to be the meaning. Personally, I've lived this strip a million times with shit friends who make you do all the work in the relationship. If you don't initiate communication, they forget you exist. You think if you treat them like they do you, they will come around but you end up even more disappointed. I guess I can see it how you did if I look beyond, but at face value I just see a sad, lonely kid with no friends.

This is, in my opinion, an entirely fair reading of the comic. 

Tea and an Over-Protective Bat (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Request from: @introvert-wallflower
Prompt: “That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’”
Warnings: Swearing. Angst and Comfort?

You were sitting in the Manor’s Library, reading a book while sipping on the tea that Alfred had brought to you. You were wearing your most comfortable and baggy pajamas, as they agitated your wounds the least. It was nothing serious, just a bit of bruising here and there- which is something you expect in the life you lead.

The calm and quiet of the room was rudely interrupted by your upset husband bursting the doors open.

You place your cup down before sighing exasperatedly, “You know, I highly doubt Alfred would be pleased if you broke the doors off their hinges.”

“What the hell were you thinking?” He yells.

“I was just thinking about how pleasantly peaceful it was until you came in.” You pause. “And how rude it was of you to completely disregard my previous statement.”

“Y/N, you know damn well what I’m talking about, so stop avoiding the subject!” He gives you his infamous Bat Glare. You’re not amused.

“I saved thirteen innocent people from a group of kidnappers who have a knack for killing people off if their loved ones don’t have enough money for the ransom those bastards demand.”

“You should have let me save them!”

“Why? You were across the city, Bruce- I was just a block away! You know damn well that the first victim would have been killed off if I didn’t show up when I did!”

“And I could’ve lost-” He cuts himself off, his voice cracking at the end. “You haven’t had the same training I have. You’re going to get yourself seriously hurt one of these days, and I… I can’t…”

Your expression softens and you approach him with a slight smile. “Hey, look at me.”

You place your hands upon his face as he stares back at you. Fixing a stray strand of hair, you give him a gentle kiss before whispering: “I’m okay.”

The man pulls you into a firm hug- being cautious about your injuries- and mumbles, “You’re reckless, and I hate it.” He pauses, tightening his hold as though making sure you’re truly there. “Though… I suppose your fighting tactics were… decent.”

You snort, “That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”

He pulls away, just enough to get a view of your face. He has a rare smile on his face, and his eyes are extremely gentle. His voice somehow becomes even softer. “Yet you still got the message.”

You smile back at him. “I love you too, Bruce Wayne,” You say just as quiet.

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I was tagged about a million years ago by @hanzaroobear and @scarsoftheshatteredsky for a selfie and HERE IT IS FINALLY HOORAH. pls note I smashed up my front camera and also it has been forever since I have made enough effort to be acceptable looking and not the scruffy bin monster than I usually am.

I taaaaaaaaaaag @pandatookmycookies and @cherubicpeaches and @emireerurse and @jordanfarnes and @hanzaroobear again cos your selfies are fire, and also anyone that even looks at this post because your faces all deserve to be admired. ❤

anonymous asked:

Bumbleby! 55: “You’re a nerd.”

Pale lavender eyes scanned the pages in front of them, disinterest clear as full lips pursed together. “You realize how boring this is, right Blake?”

The faunus shrugged, expression neutral. “It’s a speech on the history of Vale, Yang. It’s not supposed to be exciting.” 

“Granted, but it’s like… super boring. I could fall asleep from reading it.” Yang could see her words strike a nerve, if the sudden twitch of Blake’s bow was anything to go by. “I’m just saying, you could add like… some pizzazz.” She shook her hands and flashed Blake a grin. “Give them the ol’ razzle dazzle.”

“No. And you fall asleep during history class anyway, so I feel your criticism holds no grounds.”

“Okay, but have you considered… yes?”

“Not when you thought jazz hands could convince me.”

Snickering, Yang just waved her hands in front of Blake’s face. “Oh come on, you know you love it.” The eyeroll that garnered had her grin widening even more.

“You’re a nerd, Xiao Long. Do you know who does jazz hands anymore? No one, that’s who,” Blake retorted. With a quick movement, the papers were yanked out of Yang’s hands so Blake could look them over again.

“Hey, I resent that. Everyone needs jazz hands in their life, Blake. Everyone. Also… You’re dating this nerd, so…”

“For the life of me, I can’t fathom why.” 

The harshness of the words were contrasted by the softness of Blake’s lips as she pecked Yang on the lips, making the blonde’s grin morph into a gentle smile. “Awww, I love you too Blakey.”

“… Whatever.” Blake’s blush spoke volumes. “Anyway, do you really think it’s that bad?” There was a slight droop to her bow and slim eyebrows furrowed in concern, making Yang regret her choice in words.

“Naw, I was just joking around. It’s really good, Blake. A little dry, but I think that’s a given considering the boring topic.” Nudging Blake lightly to make her look up, Yang poked at the crease on her forehead until the skin was smooth. “Don’t frown, your face will stick like that. And that would be super awkward if you always made that face, especially when we’re in bed together and I’m-”

“Yang!”

As it was, Blake’s speech went terribly. But that was only because halfway through it, Blake actually decided to say the words “jazz hands” with such an unimpressed look that it resulted in Yang cracking up for a solid five minutes.

Pokemon (Season 1) : Sentence Starters
  • "That's pretty big talk coming from such a little lady/boy."
  • "I guess it takes a worm to love a worm."
  • "Aside from you, what are the other disgusting things?"
  • "It doesn't even have a face!"
  • "A strategy? So they've planned a new way to lose!"
  • "Whoever said beauty doesn't last must've been thinking of us!"
  • "If you're the master, don't act like you're scared of it!"
  • "At least you're right about the pretty part, thanks for the compliment."
  • "I left my motorcycle parked at the front desk!"
  • "I have no family. Consider me an orphan."
  • "...What do I look like, a vampire or something?"
  • "It takes a genius to realize a fishing net is the perfect weapon!"
  • "All of us true geniuses know, of course, that it was actually the egg that preceded the chicken."
  • "Um, _______, you mean 'stalker'."
  • "Our experience is nothing but losing."
  • "I guess our secret past is not a secret anymore."
  • "Bugs are one of the three most disgusting things in the world!"
  • "Yay! _______, _______, (s)he's the best!"
  • "_______ IS STANDING RIGHT HERE!"
  • "Actually, _______, I was just about to compliment you on your flirtation technique."
  • "This is not the mansion! This little dog house is for _______."
  • "Prepare for trouble, whippersnapper!"
  • "I think I bit my tongue!"
  • "Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
Preference #05 - Long Way Home

Ashton: Talking about nothing, yeah whatever, babe

“So why is grass green?” Ashton had a smile on his face as we questioned the facts of life, making up ridiculous answers. “Well, that’s because of the chloroplast.” I said, actually knowing one of the answers. He had one hand on the steering wheel of the car, the other drumming on his thigh along with the song echoing in his head. “That’s quite a big word. Say more.” His jokingly-sultry voice didn’t match his smile-cracked face that looked about ten times brighter than the sun. Seductively I responded, “Azuline… Epiphany… Fibromyalgia… Abstruse… Osmosis.” He clenched his chest and let out a sigh, “You’ve killed me with your sumptuous lingo.” We both laughed and I made some comment about his use of ‘sumptuous,’ and then the laughter died down and we sat in comfortable silence, the grass surrounding the blinding black road we drove on was nearly as tall as the sedan we sat in. “Why are we having these conversations?” I asked, not turning my head toward Ashton, only wanting it to stay up in the air and not be soiled by some too-realistic answer. The noise was empty for a few more moments and, for a second, I thought he wasn’t going to reply. But then, he said in a nonchalant tone, “Because when else would we have them?” The answer was worth the question and I felt myself settle further into the seat, the belt now comfortable on my chest. I sighed in amenity and felt Ashton’s hand slip into mine. “Let’s think about the word ‘nothing.’ I mean it literally says ‘No thing,’ so why don’t we just say no thing?”

Calum: I wanna get lost and drive forever with you

Calum made a sharp right turn and we passed a sign that mentioned the name of a street I had never heard of, making me realize we were no longer in a familiar city. “Where did you plan on taking us?” I said, looking out for any familiar landmarks or road names. “Nowhere in particular.” His voice had much too excitement for me to feel at ease. “Cal…” We had been driving for a little less than an hour, and he had arrived at my house by surprise, only explaining with “Road trip!” The sky was turning a dark purple at this point, and all I could do was let out a concerned sigh. “Why are you so freaked out? We’re just driving.” He chuckled, his eyes filled with something childlike. “We’re getting lost.” I squeezed my eyes shut and reopened them, hoping maybe it would make me recognize the area. “Is that so bad?” The question made me rethink my nerves. I thought about the consequences and suddenly felt no worry of time, or place, or anything. There was nothing to go home to, no meetings, no school, only Calum. And we were driving. And it felt like we were in a different world that was only opening up for the two of us to keep going. Apparently the new found serendipity must have come through to my facade and Calum continued, “I’ve always just wanted to drive on roads I’ve never heard of and not care. Who better to do it with than the person I love?” My heart fluttered and I smiled, the sky now much darker. I didn’t even notice the shades that occurred in between violet and midnight. The town we were in had disappeared and now we were in the middle of some kind of meadow. “So, do you have any idea where we are?” I asked, a grin of approval on my face. “No idea.” “Then keep going.” I faced the stars that stretched in front of us. “Til when?” His voice was like velvet and satisfying. “Forever.” And I rested my head on his shoulder. 

Luke: ‘Cause I don’t wanna be wasting my time alone

“Luke?” I looked at the road behind us, wondering what he was doing. “You missed the turn. You know, to get to my house.” I gave him a confused look considering he had been there nearly a million times. “Yeah, I know.” He sounded like he didn’t care all that much, which made me even more puzzled, and I felt my face getting redder as I grew to become flustered. “Well, are you gonna turn around somewhere?” He didn’t reply but he did glance over at me and sigh. “What are you gonna do when you get home?” He continued driving down the street, eventually making a turn, and I no longer knew what his intended destination was. “Luke, what-” “What are you going to do when you get home?” I sighed and looked back at the road. “Probably just, go on the computer, or something.” I didn’t know what he was trying to tell me so I just gave up and waited for him to explain it. He finally replied, “Same.” I was about to yell at him until he kept talking, “So, why would we both go home and waste our time? Why would we do that when we could just be in the company of each other?” That wasn’t the answer I was expecting and I felt my heart swell. “I don’t want to be alone right now, so… So I guess I’m sort of kidnapping you.” He looked over at me lovingly and I felt myself smile. I was fortunate enough to be sitting next to someone with one of the biggest hearts I had ever seen, and he didn’t always show it, but when he did I couldn’t be more thankful for him. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, wondering how I ended up with him, and we kept driving. 

Michael: We’re hiding out in a dream

The sunset was upon Michael and I, half of the sun peering out from behind the ocean on our right. Both of my arms were rested on the window of the car, my chin hidden in between them, my eyes watching the unmoving ocean as the foreground continued to change between grass, and asphalt, and grass, and dirt, and more grass. The hues of the sky shifted so slowly that I hadn’t processed that the once orange tone was now pink. The road ahead of us was older, having some cracks and potholes, clearly worn out. I got out of the position I had been in for at least five minutes, my spine stiff as I tried to return to a normal sitting position. I looked at Michael, his sunglasses pointed at the rickety road. Wake Me Up When September Ends was softly playing, turned down low so we could take in the landscape. “A couple more months.” I said quietly, my voice rough from being silent for so long. “Til what?” He already had half a smirk on his face as he knew my answer would be something stupidly witty. “Until we have to wake up Greenday.” He nodded his head a couple times before laughing at me. I started to giggle in a way I disliked and I looked back to the infinite avenue ahead of us on our infinite route. “Do you realize we’re literally inside of a dream right now?” I said, my voice excited, the sky lavender. “More like hiding in one.” Michael said in kind of a dark tone that was true, but it cut away at some of my buzz. He must have felt like his words were a bit of a sword as well and continued, “But a much deserved dream.” I shifted my vision to the coastline, the ocean still permanent, unlike us; we remained constant against our background and for a second I was saddened until Michael squeezed my hand and I remembered I was constant with him. 

WOOH Yes thanks for reading this! This may actually be my favorite preference I have ever written, so yayyyy. I hoped you liked it as much as I did! I accept requests (but I do tend to avoid supernatural ones, sorry) and I ask that you like/reblog this so I can know to keep writing them! Love you v much :) xx ~Rachel

8580) I see my fave character as a trans woman. I've gotten a lot of hate for it even though I don't shove it in people's faces. They blabber on about how she can't be trans, how I'm forcing my "views" onto tv characters, how I'm delusional, but I don't see how it's such a crime that I get some sort of joy thinking that my favorite character has gone through similar shit as me, considering I already relate to her for other reasons like her personality. Like god, let me live.