dont make me come down there

@coldharmonies (AN ANGEL) prompted: even twists his ankle! 

“stop wiggling.”

“i’m not!”

“you are,” and he says it with a heft of a huff.  “stop wiggling!”

even’s shoulders droop his body down, head drip-dropping back onto the nest of pillows isak has propped up behind him.


“it looks like it’s already bruising.”

he says again, carefully, with the corner of his lips twitching in the smile, “isak-”

“are we sure it’s not..? it looks bad,” and when he glances up, his eyebrows are worried furrows, cheeks a chalky pale. he sounds exasperated, but looks oh so concerned, and his fingertips are so gentle where they smooth the cloth-wrapped bag of frozen peas to even’s twisted ankle.

even just rolls his eyes. drama. “i’m fine. baby, i’m not gonna break.”

“you’re never dancing again.”

he flops a hand up, stabs the air in mock protest. “nei! i’ll never stop danc-”

“and especially not in socks on the wooden floors - what were you thinking?”

there’s a moment.

and then, he can’t help it. the laugh springs open in his lungs, bubbles up right out of him. and when it hits the air, fills the air, isak, oh, isak tries to narrow his eyes sharp and baleful at him, he really tries to, but. well.

they’re sitting lopsided on the bed holding frozen vegetables to even’s foot because he slipped and fell in his socks while dancing, and suddenly, that’s the funniest thing that’s happened all week and isak can hardly breathe through the hiccups of laughter his body is shivering loose from him.

shaking his head, he crawls up the bed. settles in even’s lap with one knee on either side of his hips snug.

“you’re so stupid,” but he’s grinning.

even slips his hands under the hem of his t-shirt to hold his waist gently, and he kisses the words to his lips: “i’m your stupid, though.”

and isak- he hugs him in, and he kisses him back, and he promises, “you are.”

Best Friend Starters!

{Text}: Go to bed and stop texting me. This isn’t the intended use of emojis.

“Hey, I read about this super illegal thing and I think we should do it.” 


“Do you think foods have feelings? Maybe that gumball I dropped today was sad I didn’t eat him…”

“No, we can’t buy five hundred pugs.” 

“What do you mean I’m too loud? It’s not like I’m SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!” 

“If I go down you’re coming with me! This is a mutual effort!” 

“I’m not picking your drunk ass up at three in the morning anymore.” 

“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.” 

“Oof, get off! You’re too heavy!” 

“I honestly think you belong in a cell, but again, I guess we’d be cellmates.” 

“Now who the fuck took my skittles? It was you, wasn’t it, you smug little-” 

“Somehow I don’t think the teacher believed our story about the sword wielding elves breaking the window…” 


“I don’t care if you didn’t wanna share, it’s mine now!” 

“YOU ARE A DICK. Also I’m at your door, let me in.” 

“C’mon, smile…I’ll tickle you if I have to!” 

“You’re sad. Don’t lie to me. I see the pouty thing you do.” 

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?” 

“You can’t even reach me to hit me, shortie-OW!!” 

i hope you go clubbing but dont think that will make you stop loving me or make you stop missing me deep down you know you just want to hold me. 

in reality i was just scared, scared of losing myself in someone, scared of not loving enough or loving to much 

you are exactly what i feared you become a mirror image of everyone else you dont live for yourself and you dont go with what you want you kinda just tilt yourself side to side and go with the wind and listen to everyone but yourself. 

because right now if you were to listen to yourself you’d come put me in your arms no matter how scared or confused or even if you think i’d shut the door on you

you are not a baby anymore you are a man. getting with girls wont numb me off your mind or get the touch of my skin off your body 

you always said weve been together for so long that its written in the books for us

i wanted you but not youre world because we come from different ones but somehow we always met in the middle

i dont even know why im writting to you but you reached out and i said if you reached out id hear you out

dont make this your halloween #2 

wether you see me everyday or not for a month then run into me or maybe youll just see me in a year 

the love you have for me is still there 

i hope at the concert yesterday you saw foggy images of me through each line he sang and it hurts it really hurts for you i know it and maybe i didnt ask how you were doing because i knew 

when you were sad or when you were mad or when you were happy 

sometimes you just know and i am always there for you, you know that 

take advantage of that 

i used to always ask if you were doing okay and you said it got annoying so i stopped 

you said things to me that i dont even want to think were true and im hoping they were just out of anger but it got too much it really did 

the thing is you could trust me im the only person you can trust

i had to get rid of everything you got me because its just memories but i think we both know that memories can be erased or taken from us but never knocked out of our mind

think a little you say im the type to just go clubbing and go for any guy im not the one who is going clubbing 

it was always better when it was just us two no outside world

I can smell drama’s coming...

Hold up..

Let’s take a walk down memory lane..

Bear in mind that these moments really did happen and were shared between these two beautiful people. Whatever it was that they shared, romantic or simply platonic relationship (I honestly couldnt care less), it’s real. 

Lets not ruin it for them by making them uncomfortable by the slight mention of “Camren”. Dont get me wrong, I do admire how passionate and dedicated Camren shippers are, but there are boundaries man.. They might have separate path now, and I know shippers everywhere are waiting pretty and patient for them to be in the same space or even breathe the same air again.. 

Til that day comes my friends.. 😊😊 I hope this post make your day slightly better.. 

The episode reminds us that at the end of the day, the fate of the human race can come down to something as simple as two people standing on a beach; small acts of desperation, kindness, trust and sacrifice make all the difference in the world.
—  Selina Wilken on 4x04 in the new hypable article and YES SHE FUCKING WENT THERE HOLY SHIT
( other )

Just thought I’d try something new for once, as dead as FNAF is and such.
But hey, I had fun making it! ;b
script is down below

thats right,, i did,, i did commit the ultimate sin,, i skinned those little brats alive,,, i stuffed them,, and made my way. no one found out. it was clean,, it was,,, hysterical. ,,, i never wanted this,, to come back,, but here i am,, rotted. decaying in my own damn suit. ,, it sometimes,, still goes off,,
HI KIDS!! MY NAME IS B - BONNIE!!! WANT SOME P - PIZZA??? BUT THAT. ISN’T GOING. TO SLOW ME DOWN,,,,, keep your eyes,, on the cameras,,, and pray to god,, that i dont. find you.

the thing about being a young woman is that they will take everything from you. and i mean everything. and they will make it about them. your makeup, your clothes, how much you eat. your attitude, your hairstyle, your gym routine. they will take your driving and your train stations and your video games. your sexuality as sexy, your gender identity as a fetish, your cooking. your tv shows and your high heels and every harmless thing. 

if they cannot eat it, if it does not satisfy them, it will be an immediate shame. they cannot control how much you put food into your body, so it is seen as disgusting. your love of starbucks is your vapid need, your comfortable boots are symbols of your inherent stupidity. your fake nails, your body’s natural cycles, the hair on you. bath bombs, pink, the low singing of women talking about depression. your crazy, your hyper, your laughter, your loud, your excited, your passions. the things which are yours, that do not belong to them, that cannot be taken and devoured like flower petals, cannot be sucked dry until the wilt forms in you. 

do not satisfy them. let them starve. let them shy from the sin of you, the unfettered sinfulness of loving taking up space.

Do NOT romanticize the stydia kiss

As someone who suffers from extreme anxiety and often has panic attacks (I actually go to classes at my local hospital to try and over come my anxiety.), if anybody dared tried to kiss me when I was having an anxiety attack I would probably pass out from excruciating confusion, stress, and probably even have more of a mental break down. When someone is having a panic attack ALSO if lydia is as smart as she comes off to be, you don’t want to hold your breath during a panic attack. That would most likely make you pass out from hyperventilating. To calm down you are supposed to regulate your breathing and take deep breaths, often why yoga is recommended for people who suffer from anxiety. SO POINT IS DONT ROMANTICIZE A KISS THAT MADE NO SENSE AND JUST MESSED WITH A BOYS FEELINGS!1!1!!!!!!!!! Honestly, it’s offensive to someone like me who actually has suffered from this disorder my whole life, so I dont want anyone to tell me that she was “just trying to help him” bc fuck that, that would literally only make things worse. THANK YOU

Infinite as different types of petty

Sunggyu - king of holding grudges. Never satisfied. Will bring up shit that happen 8 years ago.

Dongwoo - will low key throws shade at any given time. Tries to stay mad but really doesnt have the heart to. Forgives but never forgets.

Woohyun - pretends to be happy but really has a attitude. Talks shit about you but never to your face. The type to smile at you then make a stank face when your gone.

Hoya - RBF for days. Says he’s fine but obviously is not. “I just think how funny it is…”

Sungyeol - sneaky af. Has countless receipts on everyone and their mother and not afraid to use them. “Dont worry I have screenshots.”

Myungsoo - silent treatment for days. Avoids you at all cost. Will unexpectedly diss you so hard you’re not coming out alive from it.

Sungjong - will ruine your life hands down. “You’ll wish you were dead after messing with me.”

anonymous asked:

hello! i rly wanna buy a binder but since my parents r probably transphobic i dont want to make it deliver at my house so i thought i would ask my friend but i didnt come out irl as a trans boy and i rly dont know how to do it... i know she would probably accept it but she probably dont know shit about like. trans ppl... how did u tell ur best friend u were trans? can anyone tell me about their own experience even ppl in the comments i would rly appreciate... thank u sm n have a nice day!!

I sat my roommates down in a meeting and told them that I had something to tell them, I was officially coming out as trans and would be changing my gender. I got them basically little info packets from my lgbt center on any questions they might have beyond that I could answer and told me that they could come to me at any time with anything and I really appreciated their support.

I would suggest writing your best friend a letter or going out with her to lunch and talking to her about you coming out as trans.

Also most binder companies ship pretty discreet packages and unless they are tearing through your mail and opening the binder would come in a plain ole package that any regular t shirt would ship in, doesn’t have anything on it that tells you its a binder or from an LGBT company.


I just wanted to say thank you. For saving me. For all the times where I was breaking down, drowning in my own tears. For all the times I lied to you saying “I’m okay” with a scratchy throat and sore eyes. Thank you for not running away when I needed you the most. I know you dont think that you’ve done much, but truth is, I never needed saving. I can save myself. And I will continue to save myself. But thank you for just being there so I know I always have a safe place to run to. You make me happy. I know I am a thunderstorm and its terrifying when I get wild and lightning flashes through my skies. I know its easier to run and hide and come back when I’ve calmed down. I know I am insecure and I dont see much in myself. I know it gets annoying to have to deal with my problems. But thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

For loving me even as I stopped loving myself.

—  S.Y. // love letters

anonymous asked:

Daddy, I love how you enjoy eating us out, all my previous boyfriends would act like it was a chore they had to do to receive a blow job and would phone it in. But not you Daddy, you're not afraid to bury your face right into a pussy that's wet and willing for you. You're not afraid to use your tongue to poke around and explore my most private areas. You're also not afraid to spread my legs as wide as they can go, so you can make me blush at how exposed I am while you thoroughly examine my pussy

I dont fuckin’ understand why a man wouldn wanna go face first into some pussy. Always fuckin’ sounded to me like they’re trying to say they’d rather be sucking a dick themselves. You girls know that I’ll do my more than fuckin’ part when it comes down to giving you some fuckin’ head. I love to fuckin’ hear you moan my goddamn name with my tongue shoved into you pussy, babydoll. - Negan

Originally posted by thewalkingdead

First, a big thanks to @merrysnork for inspiration and advice

The Diamoric community is still very new, and as most LGBT communities go, we havent had many terms made. The sapphic ladies have fem/butch and tomcat/doe, and I’ll be honest that i dont know the achillean terms, but that doesnt mean there arent any and thats where we come down to When The Heck Were We Gonna Get Some

The answer, possibly, is right now, good friends because having all the femme-butch character scale memes on my dash has inspired me to make a similar scale for all diamorics, with characters to match!

In keeping with the LGBT trend of using animal names as terms (for the most part,) this uses birds! It doesnt focus on masculine presenting to feminine with androgynous in the middle, but it focuses more on the two main ways ive seen nonbinary people portrayed: Flamboyant and Modest. If the picture won’t load the scale goes from Peacock, to pigeon (which may or may not be official,) to Crow, to falcon (which also might not be official,) and Kiwi! 

Does anyone else like this, or should I revise this? Please give me your input!

@diamoricpositivity @yourfaveisdiamoric @nonbinary-relationships 

i had panic attacks all morning

texted the manager phone to explain that and asked if i could call out without having to call because phone calls make me even more anxious

finally worked up the bravery to make the call

got a 5 minute lecture from one of my store managers telling me that since i dont normally work closing shifts and ive mentioned i dont like them very much, it looks bad for me from the perspective of my coworkers and managers

then he told me we didnt have anyone to cover the shift and that id be letting the team down if i didnt come in or find a cover

and he said he wants to challenge the team to come in even when theyre not doing good and that, even with my legally approved medical leave specifically for my mental illnesses, that if im “just having a bad day” i shouldnt call out for that

so im going to work


memeufacturing (aka: August) posted this on their discord server:

[8:44 PM] “server” august: 

- i sexually abused people
- i manipulated people
- i used people to my advantage
- i used my 100k as a means of getting what i wanted
- none of these can be defended and by no means should be defended
nothing i did was excusable
personally i’m going to make an attempt at introspection instead of running from my mistakes (as deleting all of my accounts would imply i am) given that what i did was evil to everyone involved
i know i let everyone down given a lot of people looked up to me. i let everyone down by turning out to have treated people awfully. i dont want anyone to defend me. by all means what i did was wrong and i just want people to know i’m not leaving behind my presence without people knowing that i wont be out there running from my actions like they never happened.
i’m going to take a long, long time to make sure i never come into any power again to ensure i can’t manipulate or abuse anyone for a long, long time
i’m sorry to say that i turned out to be this kind of person and i can’t even begin to express my remorse at having left such a massive wound in so many’s peoples lives without consideration for their safety or wellbeing
so, in conclusion:
goodbye, i hope (for your sake) i never see any of you again. in the weakest, most awful sense possibly, i’m so sorry

will jungkook ever stop being thirsty?

continuation of the thirsty jungkook saga. part 1, part 2, part 3

umm…jungkook-ssi, where exactly are you looking at?

listen, i know jungkook almost hit jimin or whatever but come on…this was just an EXCUSE to feel up jimin’s abs. his expression though…

why is he taking a picture of jimin lifting? 

where are you looking at jungkookie? 

does this count as thirsty? i dont even know anymore.


he SOUNDS thirstier than the subs suggest, seriously, calm down jungkook. 

ok, i lied this turned into random jikook moments post. 

seriously though, i realized i could make posts about every member of bangtan thirsting after jimin. bc every member is thirsty for jimin. i have receipts y’all. someone stop me.

anonymous asked:

things i'd be very here for hearing: robert and lukasz headcanons (and how kuba affects their relationship).


I dont know how to make little bullet points on mobile or else i would but here we go!! (I cant promise itll be coherent. Insomnia is speaking for me.)

Lukasz is always on Kuba’s side. He is and always will be but maybe he thinks Kuba needs to tone down the us v them mentality when it comes to Robert and maybe he should accept that Nawałka sees a better figurehead in Lewa than in him.

There is no separating Kuba from what happened. Lukasz can’t compartmentalize when it comes to that but he has a bizarre view from the inside. Kuba doesn’t talk to him for two days when he suggests the change might do some good. If Robert could prove to do well under the pressure of captaincy then, how could they fault the experiment before getting the result.

Łukasz isn’t competitive. He likes contributing to an argument. He likes witnessing an accord, but he doesn’t think of himself as competitive. He can prove he’s good without having to hang up stats around his neck. He thinks it might be the luck of a defenseman. If he makes an error, it’s clear cut to see. If Robert or Kuba make one, there are variables stacked on more variables. A hesitation, an ill timed pass, and shot off the wrong part of your foot. It gets stuck in their heads. Lukasz is lucky in some ways.

The thing is, Łukasz isn’t blinded by expectation or regret any more than any other team player. Sure, qualifying has been getting tougher and they have all the right parts but havent quite found their way to greatness. The thing is, Lukasz never felt the need of a band against his arm to tell him what to do and what to feel. He is very, very lucky.

So he sees how hard Lewy tries to fit some impossible mold the people want in a leader, in a captain. He sees the same struggle Kuba grappled with and keeps his distance because surely, someone else could be /his/ Łukasz or something. (Eventually someone would step in and tell him he is not failing every time they arrive by the skin of their teeth to a victory right?)

They don’t.

Mostly because Robert is stubborn as hell (He is amused by it and not afraid of calling his stupidity out.) There is an advantage to not being his close friend. His teammate first, a friend TBA. Kuba….does not know how to react.

(If youve been around these parts before you know my headcanon til my dying day is Robert had a crush on Łukasz during his Dortmund days but never reeeally acted on it) Robert probably gets sweaty palms all the time but especially when Łukasz tries to compliment him without sounding too much like praise.

Kuba doesn’t get angry so much as mopes in his own head because he’s losing this whole captaincy battle that only exists between these two idiots. Łukasz gets uncomfortably awkward when Grosicki doesn’t mince words and says “you really have a type when it comes to this” He is still not sure if he meant the helping get their heads out of their asses or well.

Also, the UST in the locker room is SO real. It’s not even a betting matter anymore it’s just the long suffering looks of why do we have to deal with this every internation break. Why has god forsaken us to this fate. Please let them get their shit together, amen.

(The whole religious thing plays another huge role but psh. Im not talking about that where was I?)

Lewy is half in that stage of trying to impress a girl with your cool moves but also really, really trying not to fuck up with the team and the dynamic and the Euro actually helps them get to a level of understanding and somehow that makes it worse because wow we can actually work together and its beautiful and awesome.

Then Łukasz probably spends time reassuring Kuba that he’s still important and still the heart of the damn team. Robert for once doesnt put his foot in his mouth and stands up for Kuba when the reporters descend.


(Kuba has a sidequest of stop being so goddamn fake Lewy!! To which he responds, im just trying to be good enough~manly bro feels)

They make out or hug it out whichever you prefer. The end!

im sobbing like a baby right now kinda like when you cried as a 7 year old because you were frustrated about something. i posted a joke that i was going to sleep for dinner and they offered to have a pizza delivered to me but i would never ever accept money or food from someone else even though pizza sounds great, but i dont need pizza. thats wat its come down to lately, i cant even buy myself poptarts because i feel guilty. i only eat rice bread eggs and tortillas and bananas because that it wat i need. i dont want anyone to give me money OR ADVICE I DONT WANT ADVICE ON HOW TO FEEL BETTER. i just want someone to agree and tell me it sucks or relate idk and tal about how FUCKED UP this entire system is that we live in and how we cant escape it because it makes me feel so fucking frustrated. 

i dont feel poor i have a laptop and phone and a bed but i cant fucking buy a box of $1.89 poptarts from walmart bc unecessary purchases like that add up and leave my account at double digits. it feels impossible to save up for the things i wanted to do. i wanted to go to japan and now i cant because i spent my $1000 savings on over priced tuition. i cant buy my melodica or my switch bc i broke my cheaply made also overpriced phone AGAIN and need a new one. i know i dotn need a switch or musical instruments but they make me happy. 

my friend asking me if i wanted a pizza made me realize that i probably am poor and how impossible finances feel, like working is pointless bc the money is gone before i know it. and then i have to go abck to work again and again and again and again. i cant help but feel annoyed when i see customers spend $50+ on h&m clothing bc thats groceries and gas. customers my age saying “ugh i really shouldnt be spending this much!! oh well :)”

this post means nothing. im starting my period soon and im prolly just having an episode that id like to keep private but also vent about on specific social media platforms like this one (the only platform really). comfort would be nice, no advice though. my biggest fear is that my friends and boyfriend will leave me because i complain too much and i dont do anything about it or that having a random episode of being incredibly sad will get annoying and they will leave me so id rather keep my mouth shut and deal with it by myself. i really only trust beth with that side of me because theyve been there and i dont feel ashamed for venting about how much life fucking SUCKS. half of me loves being positive and ambitious but the other half still says being alive and having ambition is pointless because we all die and no one cares no matter what you do and how hard it is to really pull through with all this ambition you have. maybe i really am lazy or maybe im not as ambitious as i thought to pull through with having my dreams come tru and becoming a musician or working in the arts. getting out of bed and DOING things is hard and being poor fucking sucks. 

again this entire post is meaningless i just feel like complaining about how my nice life is and now lazy i really am about my “craft”.

stages of trying to make a sportamayor slideshow vid set to the slowed down sensual version of Crazy In Love from the 50 shades soundtrack

-oh my god why are there no images of them both together on google images do i have to harvest them myself

-no longer giving a FUCK about the sprout logo

-god i wish i knew how to do this but with gifs


-why am I making this

-i quit