do you guys want me to stop

dwarf-scum  asked:

Hey sorry to be that guy but like I really want to understand this because I don't think I have a good enough frame of reference. It seems to me like he's said that he didn't intend to write Reyna as anything but straight, but if you're a lesbian and you identify with her you're free to imagine her as a lesbian, but that he wouldn't write her falling in love with a woman because to him it would feel like her sexuality was a consolation prize. Could you help me understand what's wrong with that?

he’s ignoring lesbians and bi girls who are actually telling him that this is wrong. when challenged on it, he then went on to condescendingly say that he has talked with lesbians and bi women about this. i’m mad for a number of reasons, but the most hurtful one is how he acts like he has authority to speak on the issue when he so obviously doesn’t know what he is talking about.

lesbians do fail at heterosexual relationships, all the time. it is why we’re lesbians! we can’t do hetero, it never works out. the trope that we really need to be wary of isn’t that lesbians are lesbians because they fail at heterosexual relationships (which is literally true like you literally cannot be a lesbian if you do not fail at heterosexual relationships), it’s that “lesbians don’t need to have their sexuality respected bc they’re really just straight girls who’ve been hurt by guys, and if you hit on them in the right way they’ll eventually change their mind and have sex with you.”

like, this is what was, at first, frustrating to me—that he would try and attempt to invoke something that is much larger and more complicated than he understands, obviously, while literally speaking to someone who was almost certainly a lesbian or a bi girl. what makes it worse is that when called in this behavior, instead of just saying “whoops sorry i’ll do better” he said “sorry you got your feelings hurt, but i wrote emmie and jo based on personal experience and reyna is supposed to be straight.” which is just…cheap as fuck. it’s irrelevant. what does emmie and jo have to do with reyna being straight?

so instead it just comes across as “oh my god i already included a lesbian couple, what more do you want????” which…well, yeah, he can fuck right off with that attitude, mr stonewall award “i promise i won’t stop listening.”

sounds like he stopped listening! couldn’t even take like, twelve hours of criticism, instead he’s literally blocking people.

here, i can give what rick should have said, that would have still ultimately made me annoyed, but not nearly as absolutely livid and disgusted and…frankly, hurt, as i am right now: “i never planned on giving reyna a love interest, but as always, you guys are more than welcome to your interpretations and ships!”

he didn’t have to write a bunch of boiling hot nonsense about stereotypes (of which his writing is CHOCKED FULL off) and being your own better half and how reyna is supposed to be straight. he didn’t have to write a pathetic disclaimer about how he knew he was running the risk of having things “thrown” at him.

that’s why i’m really mad. he knew it would be controversial, and he didn’t care. he knew it hurt people, and he made no attempt to understand why we were hurt. he didn’t even consider that these “harmful lesbian stereotypes” literally are fabricated on the idea that bisexuality doesn’t even exist. i mean, really. i can debunk this oh so terrible stereotype in one sentence: “i didn’t turn lesbian, i’ve been bi the whole time!” -reyna. an alternative sentence: “i didn’t turn lesbian, i just never realized it before.” -reyna

see how easy?

calling a lesbian’s identity or life partner a consolation prize if they’ve been with men, before? yeah i know what people will say lmao “he didn’t say that he said he was trying to avoid that stereotype”….to which i say, right, how? how was he trying to avoid that stereotype? by not giving her a girlfriend. and so what, then, would be the logical conclusion? that this stereotype is true, and by giving a character a girlfriend, you’re invoking it. what does that mean for lesbians who have actually been with men? what does that mean for bi girls who have been with men? what kind of a fucking monstrosity of an answer is that?

more importantly: AS IF NONE OF THE LOVE INTERESTS IN HIS STORIES ARE ACTUAL CONSOLATION PRIZES? as if calypso wasn’t brought back for the sole purpose of giving leo a woman as a prize?

no, nope, the only way this awful stereotype could possibly show up is if you give a lesbian a girlfriend. but i show absolutely no self awareness of the awful tropes i’ve already enacted in my books.

and, as shell pointed out, and i echoed….the very fact that he knows giving reyna a girlfriend would invoke lesbian stereotypes is living proof of the fact that he knows reyna’s experiences and life story are consistent with that of many lesbians.

but he doesn’t care. because he’s lazy, and it takes too much effort, and at the end of the day he’s not listening to us at all, he’s just trying to make us shut up.

anonymous asked:

Why do you always answer ur asks privately?

every single one of them i love and it makes me really happy reading them, however it can be a little overwhelming flooding people with anon replies and answering wcifs. i do appreciate them all so i don’t want u 2 think that i want u to stop talking 2 me cause like i adore u guys, it’s just usually allot easier for me to answer people privately.

Follower Goal!!

((OOC: Guysssssss <3 <3 <3 Last night I hit another really awesome and slightly overwhelming follower goal and I just want to say thank you so much! Every time i hit a goal I always think it will be the last and every time you guys prove me wrong and i’m so grateful to every single one of you <3 

When I hit a goal I usually celebrate with some form of video but this time Im putting the power completely in your hands. I want you guys to send in any threads you want to see me make, videos you want me to do (both in and out of cosplay), characters you want me to RP etc etc etc and I will try to make as many of them happen as possible :) After the response I got to my viktor Nikiforov RP I’m not limiting any threads or videos to Harry Potter characters, hit me with whatever and whoever you want and i will see what i can do… within reason… I’m going to keep my pants on… probably… 

thank you again so much to everyone who has supported me since February! this blog just keep surpassing my expectations and this is the best birthday gift <333

I’m going to stop being soppy now and return to the regularly scheduled sarcastic brit. )) 

I guess I’ll die then

Seriously guys, Thank you guys. There’s nothing I love more than all of you here interacting with me. I always feel bad when I don’t get to everyone and it’s 100% to do with me looking at the thing, wanting to respond with something good, and then promptly forgetting about it.

I’m waiting on that 1,500 followers but I’m looking to see how I can set up a sketch livestream. I doubt I’ll be able to considering that would require me to put more than an hour aside but aaaahhh maybe Shawn will beat me into it.

THATS IT

Okay guys im getting pissed that everyone thinks they know whats going on. I love you guys but if you really wanna know?

I blocked Katherine because I needed a break.
I DO NOT HATE KATHERINE.
But also i DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO OR RESPOND TO HER RIGHT NOW
The fact that she is following and stalking me here is making me upset as well and, yes, she needs to chill, thAT DOES NOT MAKE WHAT YOURE DOING OKAY
So just
Stop.

men are disgusting and make me want to choke. this old guy came in and asked if my septum piercing hurt, and then was like “i notice your tongue done too” and i was like “yeah it’s kinda fresh but i like it” and then he goes “maybe you should do your nipples” and i just shrugged and as he was walking out he whispered “do your clit” like? im 17 please go away and stop sexualizing my friggin piercings when all im trying to do is sell you chocolate, thanks. i want to lock up the shop and just go home, my hands are shaky and i want to cry. i’m just trying to do my job

Voltron Quotes Inspired by Shit My Friends Have Said

Lance: I’m garbage but like ~Gucci~ garbage. Like I’m dead and disgusting inside, but I’m still beautiful as fuck. Try me bitch, I can and will steal your man.

Hunk: I’m sad so I’m eating my feelings, but eating so much makes me more sad which just causes me to eat more DO YOU SEE MY DILEMMA?!

Allura: I’m growing out my hair in hopes that one day I can use it to strangle my enemies

Keith: Do you think anyone has ever tried to fuck a knife? Hey don’t give me that look just hear me out!!

Shiro: Stop calling me the dad of the group! I just want the sweet release of death, I can’t take care of you children!! I mean it, stop-alright yeah okay, I’m the dad. Sure whatever. Daddy needs a drink.

Pidge: You know what I wanna hear? Stephen Hawking talking dirty. What?! Technology is sexy, don’t kink shame me!

Coran: Have you ever been attracted to facial hair? Like sure that guy is cute, but his beard? …damn.

*Bonus*

Slav: There’s a 47% probability that I’m pissing you off.

Zarkon: Oh god I hate them. Well, I don’t really hate them. I just want their cat. Do you think they’ll be pissed if I just stole it?

Lotor: If my hair gets messed up, I’m killing all of you and taking over the world. I spent three hours getting ready, and I will not hesitate to stab a bitch if they come too close.

I think, instead of telling kids ‘don’t do drugs, they’re bad’ we should show them the opiate withdrawal patient I had the other day

25 years old, in jail for god knows what, cops bring him in with a lac to his forehead from banging it on the wall repeatedly. He is already handcuffed so we put him in an isolation room, with sliding glass doors. Because he is in custody we take everything but the bed out of the room. 

Patient is screaming the whole time he doesn’t want to be there (same bro) with blood everywhere from the head lac. 

5min later, I hear this sickening crash, I’m pretty sure someone has just run head first into the glass doors, because mate I’ve done that before those curtains are assholes, so rounding the corner I see blood all over the glass door, patient still screaming he wants out but is now banging his head on the glass. 

It takes 4 security guards to hold this guy down, he is absolutely losing his shit, screaming and flailing and has no idea whats going on. Calling out for his mom, for Neil (???), for a sandwich, doesn’t know what day it is or just refuses to answer we can’t tell, pupils 4mm and sluggish but thats how it was when they brought him in, so security cuffs him to the bed so he can’t hit the wall. 

Fastforward 10 minutes and he has dislocated/broken his wrist trying to get out of the bed and to the door, he has puke and stool everywhere, refused to take the ativan so we gave midaz, but that didn’t touch him. 

This guy screamed from 2-7, we maxed out what we could give him for benzos and he was extraordinarily agitated and wouldn’t settle and was only in the beginning stages of withdrawals. It was terrifying, but the thing that got me was after screaming about how we took the 20′s (from his underwear??) he was quiet for a minute, I thought ‘shit the midaz finally caught up with him and now were gonna need to intubate’ but he then screams

“I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to be on drugs anymore, I want this to stop, I want to be clean, please someone help me”

And thats what got me. This guy was 25, had his whole life ahead of him, but got caught up in drugs and it was going to kill him, and he wanted out, but withdrawals were so bad that it was easier to keep using. 

Fuck telling kids don’t do drugs. Show them what its like to try to stop, how all your friends die from OD, how you are one phonecall-not-made away from death yourself, how you get to be tied to a bed in the ER and your nurses need to apologize to other patients because you can’t stop screaming and just shit yourself and puked the cookie I gave you and your body is on fire. 

Don’t just tell them not to do it, because that doesn’t work, show them what its like to try to stop, because sometimes fear works better than facts. 

Note: Throughout the day we gave him 4 of ativan, 27.5 of Midazlolam and 12 of haldol, and this guy still was still agitated and screaming and 100% inconsolable, and by that time the doc was like ‘we can’t give him anymore, but lets transfer him out before he crashes’. It was a fucking time

julieandem: Dear coolest fanbase on earth

Today It’s been a month since Skam ended. I’ve been so tired of writing that I couldn’t even write a insta post. But today I can, and you deserve a thank you post, because fuuck, what a tsunami of love you created online the days after the finale!! It was so fantastic to follow, and I got so fucking proud and moved. Thank you so much. Thank you so much for all the messages you write me. I can’t answer everything, but I see each and every one of you.
And thank you so much for Thankyouskam.com - it’s so inspiring to read all your stories <3 *cries in norwegian*

 I don’t know what to do next, but I promise to keep you guys updated. And no matter what, I promise to keep telling stories to everyone who wants to listen. Hope you have a great summer and that you never stop spreading love totally shameless around you. <3  (To all the international fans: Sorry for writing in Norwegian, it doesn’t mean I dont love you, it only means I really LOVE that you are learning my tiny language and that you are helping each other translate. I think It’s very beautiful <3)

Skyline {II}

Originally posted by over-et

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline.  In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!!  One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing.  While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one.  I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all.  I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon.  And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!

{part I}

It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook.  Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close.  And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.

Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few.  You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall.  It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different.  Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words.  Just different.

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drcaptainawesomecat  asked:

What happened to you in the Dunkin' Donuts?

Alright I’m home so I can finally tell this story. 

So me and my mom are on our way home from NYC take and my mom accidentally took the wrong exit so we ended up in this bum-fuck-no-where town, but my mom has to pee and i’m starving so we stop at the only place in town which is a Dunkin Donuts. 

So we go in and my mom goes into bathroom and I get in line to get some food. Meanwhile there are five people in this Dunkin Donuts besides me and my mom; the two ladies working, a couple that’s eating at a table in the corner, and a blonde soccer mom behind me in line. 

As I go up to order these two cops come in and start talking to the couple, I order a couple of donuts and a hot chocolate and wait. All of a sudden, mayhem breaks out… at least between the couple and the cops. The girl is crying, the guy is shouting, the cops are telling the man to calm down, they aren’t arresting him they merely want to ask him a couple of questions. Meanwhile, the workers and the woman behind me in line are doing absolutely nothing to acknowledge that this is actually happening. Eventually the guy tries to get physical with the cops so thing are escalating and this other girl walks in and DOESN’T ONCE LOOK AT THE SCENE THAT IS HAPPENING and just goes to the lady in line and goes “AMANDA?!?! OH MY GOODNESS! LONG TIME NO SEE!” and I just want to be like B I T C H DO YOU SEE WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!?!?! 

So eventually the lady hands me my donuts and hot chocolate and just says “same shit, different day. Thanks for stopping with us along the way.” (WHICH I’M JUST REALIZING R H Y M E D) at this point the police and the couple have fucking vanished, I don’t know where they went or what happened to them but they’re fucking gone. My mom comes out of the bathroom and asks if I’m ready to go and I say yes, I’m very very very very ready to fucking leave. 

So anyway we left and I’m still not entirely sure if this actually happened and I don’t think I’m ever going to get answers. I’m pretty sure the entire town was a fever dream. 

silver-lining-setters  asked:

Hc: iwaizumi read somewhere that both partners sharing oversized sweapants at the same time is a good way to get closer/work better together. So he and daichi both get in the biggest pair of sweatpants they could find. Next scene: both of them are on the floor. Something has cracked

sorry it took so long to reply!!! i kind of….got carried away with this….

married part 3- h.s imagine

part 1 

part 2


Niall opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. You rolled your eyes as you stared at him from across the kitchen counter. Niall furrowed his eyebrows as he placed his hand on his chin. He shook his head and leaned against the counter. “Alright. Tell me again exactly what she said.”

You let out a sigh as you leaned your hands against the counter. “She basically told me to fuck off, Niall.” Niall shook his head and sat down on one of the bar stools. “I just can’t believe Kimberly would say something like that to you.” You sighed as you sat on the seat next to his. You leaned your head against your arm. “I can’t believe it either.”

“So did you tell Harry?” Niall asked. You shook your head, “No. And I’m not planning on telling him either. I can’t tell him that he married-”

“The wicked bitch of London?” Niall interrupted, lips quirking up in a smile. You let out a chuckle as you gently punched him in the arm. “I’m serious, Niall. It’ll break his heart knowing Kimberly’s capable of saying something like that to someone. Promise me you won’t tell him?” Niall shrugged his shoulders as he got up to grab something from the fridge. “I guess, Y/N. But he’ll find out eventually. What’s he gonna think when his best friend suddenly stops talking to him?”

You groaned as you placed your head on the counter. “It’s not like I was going to do anything to hurt the marriage. I respect Harry too much to ever jeopardize it. But now I feel like I did overstep my boundaries, that’s why Kimberly wants me out of the picture.”

Niall turned around from looking in the fridge, a bottle of water in his hands. “You did nothing wrong, Y/N. You’re Harry’s best friend. Just because he’s married, that’s never going to change. Kimberly’s just insecure that her marriage is in the runs.”

You rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted of the situation. “Out of all the people I could’ve fell in love with, why Harry?” You let out a laugh at how ironic your life was. “I just had to be the stereotypical girl who falls in love with her best friend.”

Niall smiled, sitting back down next to you as he placed his arm around you. “Harry’s just a great guy. Every girl is bound to fall in love with him. At least you have the privilege of being his best friend?” Niall tried assuring you, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You leaned your head against Niall’s shoulder and puffed out your cheeks, “I hate my life.”


With yet another promise from Niall that things were going to work out in the end for you, Niall left your apartment. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your Facebook feed. You sighed as you saw another post from Harry’s honeymoon. You leaned your head against the bed frame as you clicked on Harry’s name. You started looking through his most recent pictures. A lot of the photos were either from his honeymoon or his wedding. You tried not to wince as you would stumble upon pictures of him and Kimberly kissing. You were basically looking at Harry’s timeline in his photos. There were pictures from when he proposed to Kimberly, pictures of them at a Coldplay concert, pictures of them eating crazy looking food, pictures of them on the bed snuggling. Just pictures of them.

You laughed as you landed on the next picture, your hand covering your mouth.

You smiled at Harry as he placed a small cake in front of you. He sat down in front of you, a smile so wide, you were afraid his dimples would somehow burst. “This is my first time trying out this cake recipe, love, so bare with me if it’s not good.” Harry said as he began lighting candles on the cake.

You shook your head, a smile still on your face. “It looks absolutely amazing, H.” Harry looked over at you and smiled. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. “And now, it’s officially your birthday.”

Since you and Harry were twelve, he’s always made sure to be the first to tell you Happy Birthday. As your best friend, it was his sole purpose to do so. Every year, Harry would make you a cake, from scratch, and would sing you happy birthday. You guys would eat cake in your pajamas while watching Sixteen Candles and eat even more cake for breakfast in the morning. It was a perfect tradition you’d hope would never end.

Your eyes glanced over to the caption. On this day, my beautiful best friend came into this world. I will always remain thankful for this day. I will always love you.

You bit your bottom lip, rereading the caption what felt like a million times. You couldn’t help but wonder how your birthday will be this year. It was only in a couple of weeks. Would Harry still come over? Should he even come over? With everything Kimberly said, is it right for him to come over? You grabbed one of the pillows placed on your bed and screamed into it. With your head still in the pillow, your laptop began to ring. You looked over to see your mom was trying to FaceTime you. “Just what I needed” you mumbled. You plastered on the most phony smile to exist. “Hey mom.”

Your mom smiled, “Oh, honey! How lovely it is to see you!” You shook your head, letting out a giggle. “I saw you at the wedding, mom.” Your mom shook her head, a look of concern appearing on her face. “How are you doing, sweetie?” Besides Niall, your mom was the only one that knew of your feelings for Harry. How could she not? She was your mother. Your mom would always tell her friends that she knew you and Harry would be married someday. She loved your friendship and she loved how Harry respected you. It’s what every parent dreams for their child. When she got the invitation to his wedding, she was absolutely shattered for her daughter. She immediately called you only to be met with you sobbing on the other side of the line.

You shrugged your shoulders, pushing your hair behind your ears. “I’m fine.” Your mom shook her head. “You’re not. And it’s okay if you aren’t.”

You sighed as you stared at the computer screen. “It’s over, mom. He’s married. I can’t do anything but be supportive for him.” Your mom pursed her lips, nodding her head. “Well, Y/N. The reason why I called was because I want you to go out-”

You groaned, interrupting her. “Mom. Please. The last thing I want to do is go on a date.” Your mom let out a sigh.

“Y/N. Harry’s married.” You shook your head slowly as your eyes shifted away from the screen. Your mother continued, “And from looking at how happy he was at the wedding and listening to his vows…Y/N, he’s going to be married for a long time.” You sniffed, trying not to tear up in front of your mom.

Your mom looked down at her hand, looking at her wedding ring. “Every mother wants that for her child. They want to see them in love. They want to see their wedding. I want that for you, Y/N. As your mother, I can’t stand back and watch you hurting.”

You looked back at the computer screen, a tear falling down. “Let yourself be happy.” Your mom whispered on the other side. Your head shot down in defeat. She was right. A moment of silence passed before you whispered, “Alright.”


Lucas was…nice. He did everything you were supposed to do on a first date. He asked about your family, he asked about your job, he asked about your hobbies. He pulled out your chair for you at dinner, he held open the door for you, he paid for dinner. Lucas was a proper gentleman. You couldn’t help but think you needed someone like Lucas. As harsh as it sounds, Lucas was your distraction from Harry.

“Well this is me.” You said as you nodded towards your apartment building. Lucas nodded as he followed your gaze. “Is it alright if I walk you towards your door?”

You smiled, nodding your head. As you and Lucas were walking towards your door, you let out a laugh as Lucas was telling you about accidentally walking into his brother “handling” his business in his room.

Your laughter halted as you saw Harry standing in front of your door. He was staring between you and Lucas with his arms crossed. “Harry? What are you doing here?” Harry stared at Luke before he turned to look at you. “Can I talk to you?”

Lucas cleared his throat, catching on the tension. “I should probably get going, Y/N. I had a really great time.” You turned to look at Lucas and gave him a small smile, nodding. “I did, too.” You leaned over and gave him a hug. As Lucas returned the hug, you couldn’t help but feel Harry throwing daggers at you. Lucas cleared his throat once more as he nodded towards Harry and walked back towards the elevators.

As soon as you opened your apartment door, Harry was quick to ask, “Who was that?” You ignored his question, taking your heels off. “What did you need to talk about, Harry?”

Harry cleared his throat, crossing his arms once again. “Were you on a date?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yes. Ok, yes, Harry. I was on a date.”

Harry let out a scoff. “That explains why you wouldn’t answer my texts.” You rolled your eyes as you began pouring yourself a glass of wine. “Well I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you.”

Harry closed his mouth, a slight pang of hurt on his face. He shook his head. “I just wanted to tell you that me and Kimberly got into our first fight today. I really needed you, Y/N.” You stared into the wine glass, your mind zoning off as Harry went on about the fight.

“I just need you to tell me what to do.” Harry said. You quickly came back to your senses. “I’m sorry, H. I got none of that.” Harry let out a sigh. He was already frustrated enough with Kimberly and being ignored by you wasn’t making it any better. “Damn it, Y/N. Stop thinking about that guy and pay attention to me.”

This time it was your turn to let out a scowl. “I’m sorry Harry that I wasn’t listening to you go on about your wife. Why would I want to hear your problems in your marriage when I’m having problems myself?”

Harry threw his arms out, “You’re supposed to be my best friend! You’re supposed to be listening to my problems and help!”

“My life doesn’t revolve around you, Harry!”

Harry looked away from you, shaking his head. He realized he was being needy but you’ve never had a problem with it before. You were always happy to help him whenever you could. He couldn’t help but think it was because you had a potential guy in your future. He doesn’t know who that guy was, how many dates you guys have been on, or how much you liked him. What he did know was you didn’t look right with that guy.

Harry placed his hand on the door knob before he looked at you. “You’re right. I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

“Wait, H-” You closed your eyes as the door shut. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hating that you were so harsh to Harry. You were about to run after him but you couldn’t help but thinking about what Kimberly said. You knew you shouldn’t let her words get into her head. Why is she just now having a problem with your friendship with Harry when they’ve been together for two years now? You let out a sigh as you sat on your kitchen barstool. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like from Kimberly’s shoes. You would be insecure as well if your husband had a best friend that has feelings for him. But you weren’t the type of person to jeopardize a marriage, why couldn’t she see that? You leaned your head against your hand. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

When Harry stepped into the elevator, his eyes were staring at your door, expecting you to run after him. When your door made no movement of opening, Harry looked down at the floor as the elevator doors closed.


thank you guys so much for all the feedback married is getting so far! i love that you guys are liking it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you guys thought/ want to see what happens next! 

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you can read part 4 here

Lasagna

Paring: Peter x Reader

Request:

Could you do a PeterxReader chat where all the avengers try to find peter a girlfriend but then they find out you’re dating him? Could you please make it as funny as possible? Thanks!   


Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has added Peter, Vision, Y/N.

Tony: Hey kiddos. What do you want for supper?

Clint has joined.

Clint: LASAGNA

Bucky has joined.

Bucky: LASAGNA

Pietro has joined.

Pietro: LASAGNA

Tony: Pietro, you are old enough to make your own dinner!

Pietro: so are the old men!!!!

Tony: They are Manchildren.

Bucky: I’m telling Steve!

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My thoughts during Accepting Anxiety part 2
  • Roman can talk very quickly damn
  • “And that’s what you missed on…” “ME!”
  • I want that cat plushie
  • I WANT THAT NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS POSTER
  • Roman’s offering to destroy spiders, but did get scared of one potentially being     behind him in Losing My Motivation hmmmm what is the truth?
  • Creepy Crawley Death Dealers
  • Anxiety has the same reaction as me when people enter my room unannounced
  • Poor Roman. Hope the brush didn’t hurt too much
  • Quack quack
  • Poor Anxiety :(
  • “Except for you Patton. You’re a funny guy.” “I love my dark strange son.” Same.
  • THE STEADILY GROWING EYESHADOW
  • “Cotton headed ninny muggins” now I’m thinking of Christmas in July thanks Logan haha
  • It seems that me and Roman share distaste in oatmeal raison cookies
  • “I’ve just got a lot of feelings” HE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE
  • Logan going on tangents is honestly so me
  • SCIENCE TIME WITH LOGAN HUZZAH
  • BY THE HORN OF A UNICORN I am so using that
  • I am bitterly (?), jittery and not very glittery
  • E = MC SCARED A level physics flashbacks aaaggghhh make them stop
  • Yes Roman!!!!! “You make us better” *cries*
  • The Great Spider Threat of 2017 I’m proud of you too Patton
  • Patton’s been theorising he’s one of us haha
  • NAME NAME NAME VIRGIL VIRGIL NAME NAME ABORT EMMA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING
  • “You are nothing compared to the others” I highly doubt that that’s nothing Roman oooooooo speculation
  • “You can be a good guy” brb I need to find tissues
  • I want an Alice in Wonderland puzzle book now
  • “Greetings… friendo” why do I love the way he says friendo?
  • Roman has as many posters as there are Dalmatians and I don’t think that a coincidence
  • U R FAM ILY
  • “He never really was good at art” shhhhhhhhhhh
aftg + senior quotes

neil josten: If no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad of a decision can it really be?

aaron minyard: I’m the better twin.

andrew minyard: Like hell you are, I’m the superior one, you’re just a rough sketch. A replica. A bad copy. Why can’t I curse in this, you dipshit. 

kevin day: High school is like riding a bike but the bike is on fire, the ground is on fire, everything’s on fire ‘cause you’re in hell.

nicky hemmick: I would like to thank my arms, for always being by side. My legs, for always supporting me, & my fingers… because I can always count on them.

dan wilds: Hannah Montana said nobody’s perfect, but here I am.

matt boyd: Rain drop, drop top, all I do is eat non stop.

allison reynolds: “No, Allison, your senior quote can’t be ‘fries before guys’.” - Dad.

renee walker: This wasn’t like High School Musical at all.

jeremy knox: I want abs…olutely all the pasta and breadsticks.

jean moreau: Just give me my diploma and pronounce my name right.

sara alvarez: Of course I dress well, I didn’t spend all that time in the closet for nothing.

laila dermott: If you can’t blow them away with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit.

+ wymack screaming in the background because his team is fucking stupid

“What’s it like?” Bittle asked one evening as they settled on Jack’s couch with their nightcaps: red wine for Bittle, chamomile tea for Jack. “Being bi?”

Jack chuckled. “That’s a complicated questions, Bits.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Bittle said, taking a small sip of the petite syrah Jack’s parents had sent them after Jack announced their relationship. “You’ve heard all my bellyachin’ about growing up gay in Georgia-” He was cut off momentarily by the beginnings of Jack’s protests, but waved him off. “Fine, my completely legitimate struggles. Better?”

Jack grinned and nodded. Bittle rolled his eyes fondly.

“But you rarely talk about your experiences. When did you know you weren’t straight? How did you realize you liked girls and boys? Was it harder or easier or just different being bi in Juniors?”

“You’ve thought about this a lot,” Jack said mildly, blowing at the steam rising from his mug.

“Of course I have,” Bittle said with an exasperated look. “I think about you a lot.”

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