damn i need her

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Frank genuinely smiling because of Karen.

rewatched part of sdc today with a friend and doodled some highschool boys

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TFA valentines for everyone you love…EVERYONE

In second grade they had one of those in classroom toilets so if you farted people could hear you

I once sat in the bathroom for like thirty minutes and I guess the teacher figured out that I was reading a book in there cuz she banged on the door and forced me to come out.

She called me “princess” and let me tell you something.

I’ve always had a problem with female pronouns and names.

I got really pissed.

She then said “one day when you’re wrinkled you’ll appreciate not having to spend thirty minutes on the toilet.”

And I just blurted out “I won’t be wrinkled, I’m not white like you.”

Anyway that’s the story of how I met the vice principal and she became my hero cuz she laughed her ass off.

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ravenclaw aesthetics on my instagram

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Steve isn’t the only one to have lost the love of his life, either.

Charles Aznavour - She ♫

Name something scarier than being flanked while playing support i’ll wait 

sagelysapphic  asked:

So I was wondering if you had any ideas about Symmetra...?

pal i have a lot of ideas about symmetra, she’s probably my favorite hero to play as and my favorite character in canon i can absolutely go on about her~

satya joins overwatch a little accidentally, i imagine. she’s left vishkar after a suitably dramatic reveal of their actual plans, and she’s a little lost. she stole their tech and destroyed what files she could get her hands on, and is basically on the run. she doesn’t have /anywhere/ to go.

i mean think about it. vishkar was her work, her passion, her life, her family–even if it was a stoic one, even if it was cold, it was all she had. walking away was hard, but going forward is even harder. she’s lived in a very secluded bubble and she just doesn’t have the experience for living outside of it

she wanders for a long time and figures some things out–the world isn’t black and white, there isn’t right and wrong, and sometimes you can’t think past how hungry you are after not eating for a few days and maybe it’s okay if she steals food for herself if she shares it with others who aren’t as fit and aren’t as sneaky as her.

she makes a few friends that way–makes a few enemies, as well. the tech she’s stolen is used sparingly, because it’s /clearly/ vishkar tech and she doesn’t need to attract that kind of attention. she’s lucky that they’ve downsized their tech, that they’ve advanced so far to make it nearly travel-sized, that they do their work so well that it can all fit in a duffel bag, but there’s been more than a few times she’s had to defend it

(it might have vishkar’s name on the side of it, it might have vishkar serial numbers on it, but it’s /hers/ above all else. she might not have food or shelter most days, but she has her tech and she has her intelligence and her creativity that put her at the top of her class and made her vishkar’s greatest weapon.

she will use it against them. once she’s settled, once she can stop looking over her shoulder for five minutes waiting for her ex-comrades to steal her away in the night, once she knows /how/ to fight them. vishkar’s a monolith and she’s not the tiny david fighting against goliath–to her, it’s more of a “ant vs. God” situation)

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Desperate for Love [Suga Angst]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“Desperate for love is a weak emotion.” 



You wanted him to grab your hand, hold it and make you feel loved and warm just by the slight touch. You wanted him to look at you, like you were the only girl for him, the only one who could capture his heart. You wanted to have those lips on yours, giving you the first kiss worth remembering. You wanted him to love you, feel the same for you as you felt for him.

Min Yoongi was cold when you knew that deep down, he was a warm hearted person who cared. Under all that fake stone hard face, you knew there was once a different Yoongi. Although he was rude and mean towards everyone, including you, you still found yourself in deep, deep love.

You wished that you could say that you could see who the nice Min Yoongi was. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t readable. His mysterious vibes and personality was something any other human would avoid. He wasn’t someone you wanted to involve yourself in.

The problem was, you couldn’t keep yourself away from him.

He was beautiful.

He was beautiful with whatever scar he had over his heart that made him the way he was.

Min Yoongi was your roommate of three years and through all those years, never once have you heard him laugh or seen him smile. He didn’t do smiles, he smirked.

Since the day he moved into your apartment after contacting you and asking if you were still hiring out the guest room, you had accepted him after searching up him on Facebook. He was hot, was your first thought when that profile picture of him appeared on your screen, late that evening.

Now, three years later, it still felt like you knew as much about him as you knew three years ago, nothing much, even if you were now his girlfriend of a month.

After years of threats and deals from your side, you were now his girlfriend but that didn’t mean that he was any different. He still made it pretty clear that the two of you should keep your lives separately although you lived in the same apartment.

“Food’s ready!” You shouted and placed down the two plates of creamy pasta that you had made for yourself and Yoongi.

A few minutes later, Yoongi appeared with a towel over his shoulders, his hair still wet from the shower. Your eyes automatically travelled down his tight fitting tee before up to his well sculpted face again. “Uhm- Here.” You said, blushing before giving him his fork.

“Thanks.” 

You nodded and sat down in front of him on one of the bar stools.

This was what he could do to you. One moment you could be perfectly fine, talking like a normal person and even singing to one of your favourite songs. But whenever he looked that good, which was basically everyday, you couldn’t help but fangirl over your own boyfriend, on the inside.

“How was your day?” You asked, taking a bite from your pasta.

“Great.”

Once again, you nodded and bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say next since he didn’t ask you about your day.

“I had a great day today, I went to the interview I told you about two days ago. You know the one for the skin care company?” That somehow caught his attention because he looked up to you from his phone with raised eyebrow.

“The Face Shop?” You nodded, gulping down some water. “Yeah, that one. I know you told me not to apply for that work but there’s absolutely no other choice. I’ve been trying to find a job - for what - over a year now.”

“I told you I don’t want you to work at that place. You can find another job, Y/N.” He said, looking at you with a seriousness that you had never seen him in before.

“Why? I need money and they’re kind enough to let me work there. I’ve met the boss as well. She’s really kind and she’s young, perfect. I don’t want to get into a fight with an old lady again.” I explained, remembering back to my previous job that I said up from because of the bossy bitch of an owner.

The fork he was holding on was set down with a thud before he stood up, his breathing hard.

“I’ll tell you once again, Y/N. I don’t want you to work there and it’s best if you listen to me.” He warned, making you completely shocked. “What?”

“Listen, we can find you another job, okay?”

“No. This is my chance, Yoongi. My boss even told me that she was going to pay me more if I could do my work. I won’t just give that up because you said so. And what’s up with that tone? Why would you use that tone with your… with your girlfriend?”

“You gotta be kidding me,” he sighed and pulled a hand through his hair. “Are you using that against me right now? So what if you’re my girlfriend? Do you even consider this as a relationship? Have you even had a boyfriend before? How childish are you, Y/N?!” Shocked and angry, you stood up as well and walked over to his side, facing him.

“So what if I consider this as a relationship? So what if you’re my first boyfriend? So what if I’m being childish? At least I’m not being moody twenty-four seven, like you!” You snapped, glaring at him.

He didn’t even budge a bit. He just stared at you. Before he burst out into laughter.

If it was any day but that day, you’d be happy to finally hear his laugh but then you realized that this wasn’t a laugh that told you that this was all a joke, that he was just kidding, that everything had been a prank.

No, it was a humorless one and you hated it more then his stone hard, careless face.

“Agreeing to this ridiculous thing was a big fucking mistake. You’re naive, bothersome and nothing but a big fucking mistake. You’re desperate, Y/N.” He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before throwing it on the not up eaten plate of pasta. He was turning around, stalking towards his room when you decided that it was enough.

“Do you even like me, Min Yoongi? Or am I just what you just called, naive, bothersome and a fucking big mistake? Oh, and let’s not forget desperate. Is that everything you see in me?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. This was not a time to look like a loser.

“That’s exactly what I think of you, Y/N. The only reason I agreed to the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing was because I felt bad for you. You’re desperate for me to show you any kind of affection and it got annoying, I had to do something. And then you’re naive, not even realising that I don’t want anything to do with you.”

You took a few steps towards him with your clenched fists by your side to keep you sane. “Why are you like this? Why are you treating me like I’m nothing when all I’ve done is to care for you?”

He looked at you and something in his eyes flicked before it vanished and he was back to his stone cold face. But this time, there was a frown on his face.

“You want to know why?” He asked before continuing without even waiting for my response.

“You’re not my style. You’re not someone I can fall in love with. You’re childish and annoying and carefree. You fall too easily and you love too hard.”

It hurt, what he said, it hurt like a thousands of needles just went through your whole body before repeating the same process for several times. God. “That’s not the only reason, isn’t it?” You asked, challenging him to confess everything.

“There’s more than those things about me, right? You’re cold to everyone. You’re rude and you don’t care about people who cares for you. Why are you like this, Min Yoongi? Why do you treat people like they’re not worth a shit?” With each question, you took a step closer to where he stood, just outside his room.

He seemed shocked about your questions because something flicked in his eyes once again, but this time, it stayed. He looked so fragile that you were afraid that he was going to break. You had never seen him react to something you said like that. He’d usually just ignore it because, apparently, you were annoying.

“Answer the damn question, Min Yoongi.” You said, this time, you took two big steps until you were a few feet away from him. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

Silence.

“You’re not her.”

It was enough but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re not her and you will never be her. You’re name’s not Ji Hyo. You don’t have her short, wavy hair. You don’t look like her and you don’t even have the same accent. You don’t have dresses and you don’t use make up. You’re desperate for my attention when I was the one desperate for her attention.” His eyes softened but his shoulders stiffened, as well as his whole body.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts just by knowing that she could still have such an affection on you everyday because of her damn company?! Her face is everywhere I go and now, I’ll need to hear about her from your mouth as well?” You gulped and watched as his forehead made a small crease between his eyebrows.

“I love her even when she’s not here but I don’t love you even when you’re here, constantly. I miss her when the last thing I want is to see her but I don’t miss you even if you leave home for days. I need her as if she’s my oxygen but I don’t need you even if you give me everything that I need. I want her like she’s some kind of obsession but I don’t want you, because you’re too easy.”

“Stop, please, stop.” You said, collapsing down on the floor when you felt like your legs would give out any time.

He looked down at you before saying something that would break you and leave scars all over.

“I will never be able to let her go, like I can let you go.”




I FINISHED WRITING THIS ONE IN TWO HOURS, NEW RECORD!!

Hello my butterflies!

Hope you guys are doing great and enjoying your weekend. I’ve missed you guys dearly, I’ve missed writing one shots and spending some time here on tumblr. 

And tomorrow’s bangtanboysoneshot7′s seventeenth anniversary! Wow, it’s been over a year since we started this blog and I’ve met so many great people here and improved my writing as well as gotten steps closer to ARMY and BTS by heart. 

I hope you enjoyed this one shot, please let me know if you did by giving it a heart and if you want a part 2, please let me know about that as well! 

I miss & love you loads! Please take care! ~

Be with Me

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercat

Rating: T

Author’s Note: This is a prompt fill for @onegoodframe who asked for prompt #20, “Do you ever think about it? Us? Married?” Thanks to @zennie-fic for looking it over. Hope you like it!

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“Do you ever think about it? Us? Married?”

Alex took a deep breath and glanced up from the chart she was reviewing, shooting a worried look at Cat Grant. Much to her surprise, the Queen of All Media didn’t look ruffled by Kara’s question in the least, but she did smirk slightly.

“Do you?” Cat asked nonchalantly, leaning forward in her chair as Kara stared at her from her bed in the medical bay of the DEO.

Biting her lip, Alex barely refrained from interjecting. Her sister had always had some weird… thing… for this woman, and, for the first time, Alex was witnessing it firsthand. She had to admit, the two women had chemistry, but with Kara powerless and drugged to the hilt on pain medication, now might not be the best time to let a former reporter interrogate her sister.

“Do I what?” Kara asked, sounding so light and airy Alex wondered if she’d float out of the bed if she’d been able to.

“Think about us being married?” Cat’s smirk became more pronounced.

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anonymous asked:

How do you and Kristen handle distance when you really miss each other?

Step 1- I put on our playlist or a YouTube video & go to my closet.
Step 2- I put on kristen’s shirt, sweatshirt and sweatpants.
Step 3- I spray them all with her perfume.
Step 4- I take both my distance bracelet off and my promise ring & squeeze them tight.
Step 5- I take out our scrapbook, our poem books and a book she wrote for me and even though I read all of them 100 times and I know exactly word for word what’s written on every single page & I sit on my bed and smile.
Step 6- I remind myself how lucky I am to have somebody that makes saying goodbye so damn difficult.
Step 7- sometimes when that doesn’t help I need to call her and the minute I hear her voice, it reassures me. I look at her and say to myself aha yap that’s why missing her hurts so much, look at her, look how special this beautiful angel is.

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the other one needs encouragement too, senpai! or we’ll just leave him to mochi

[this is a scheduled post]

  • Dylan: [in front of a broken coffee maker] Who broke it?
  • Everyone: ...
  • Dylan: I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Henley: ...
  • Henley: I did. I broke i-
  • Dylan: No, no you didn’t. Merritt?
  • Merritt: Don’t look at ME… look at Danny.
  • Danny: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Merritt: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Danny: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
  • Merritt: Suspicious.
  • Danny: No, it’s not!
  • Lula: If it matters, probably not, but Walter was the last one to use it…
  • Walter: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Lula: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Walter: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, LULA.
  • Henley: No, no, let’s not fight. I broke it, Dylan, let me pay for it.
  • Dylan: NO. Who broke it?
  • Danny: ...
  • Danny: Dylan? Jack's been awfully quiet-
  • Jack: REALLY.
  • Danny: Yeah, REALLY.
  • Jack: OH MY-
  • [later, as everyone’s fighting]
  • Dylan: I broke it. I got frustrated with everyone bickering and I punched it. [looks back at them fighting] Now they have to learn how to settle arguments on their own.
  • Dylan: ...
  • Dylan: Alma's going to kill me.