fat idiots

WTF is wrong with Liberals and Democrats??  North Korea wants to nuke the USA and our allies, threatens us and fires off test rockets on a daily basis, and the stupid Left is more upset at President Trump sounding too mean to North Korea than North Korea dropping a nuke on their dumb asses.
papatulus: “ papatulus: “gotta be honest watching nier automata on sgdq it might just be because they’re going so fast but it looks so bloody generic that really the only reason i could see you liking...

oh my god this dude’s an idiot.




i hope people roast him like they roasted him when he was a stupid contrarian idiot about take two initially banning the modding tool you can’t even take online

The Things We Do

Prompt: Beca catches Stacie and Chloe in the shower together

Beca knocked frantically on Jesse’s door. “Jesse I need to talk to you!” She heard footsteps before the door swung open.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Jesse asked as Beca walked into his dorm room.

“I saw something worse than that,” she took a deep breath before looking at him. “I just walked in on Stacie and Chloe taking a shower together.” Her eyes widened as she relived that experience.

“That doesn’t sound bad at all actually,” Jesse couldn’t help but laugh.

“It was weird, Jess. How am I supposed to look Chloe in the eye now?” Beca hid her face with her hands.

“I really don’t think it’s that big of a deal. Chloe is pretty open minded and I mean didn’t you already see her in the shower before?” He smirked as Beca shoved him.

“Don’t be a perv. And it is a big deal! It’s going to be so awkward now” Beca sighed as Jesse sat on his bed.

“I get it. I mean you are in love with her,” Jesse said with a soft smile leaning to where his back hit the wall.

“In love with her? I’m not in love with her!” Beca half laughed, her eyes somewhat bulging out of her head from hearing that crazy thought. She started pacing back and forth.

“It’s okay, Beca. It’s not that uncommon to fall for your best friend,” Jesse said like this was some kind of normalcy. Like it was one hundred percent fine and logical.

“Jesse, I’m sorry, but that’s not what this is,” Beca’s voice was small yet somehow determined.

“Oh, well what is it then?” He arched an eyebrow at her trying to hide a smirk. Beca wanted to slap that smirk right off his smug little face.

“It’s just. It’s..” Beca didn’t really know actually. She stopped pacing and brushed her hair back with her fingers. “It’s just weird is all”

“And why is that?” He really was good at trying to get stuff out of her. His eyes locked on hers like he was daring her to blink.

“Because! I mean. Chloe and Stacie? What the hell?” Beca balled her hands into a fist.

“Okay, but didn’t she say something to you about experimenting? It doesn’t sound that weird to me,” he grinned at how frustrated Beca was getting.

“Yeah but that was just Chloe being weird. Like always. She just says stuff like that,” Beca tried to reason.

“Somehow I don’t think that was just a random thing to say, Bec” he shrugged patting the bed.

Beca rolled her eyes and reluctantly sat at the edge of his bed. Jesse sat up and put his hand on Beca’s shoulder.

“Hey, seriously. I think maybe you should think about why this is really bothering you. And I don’t think it’s just because it was embarrassing,” Jesse told her.

“I’m just being stupid. It’s not really that big of a deal. I was just in shock,” Beca shook her head and stood up. “I’m going to head out. I’ll see you later.”

“Alright. Well, I’m here if you need to talk,” Jesse reassured her.

“Not necessary, Jess! Bye!” She shut the door behind her and leaned against it.

What the hell just happened.

When she entered the Bella house, she was instantly greeted by Stacie. Of course.

“Hey Beca,” she winked. Beca’s face flushed and she all but ran up to her room while Stacie laughed behind her.

Beca closed her bedroom door behind her and plopped on her bed. She was not ready to face that awkwardness again anytime soon. She was wondering why it bothered her that much though.

She just really wasn’t expecting to see the two of them in the shower together. She had originally gone into the bathroom to grab Fat Amy’s car keys that the girl had left on the bathroom counter.

When she walked in she was faced with Stacie entering the shower Chloe was already occupying. The brunette had brushed Chloe’s hair back and leaned to kiss the redhead’s shoulder. Stacie looked up and locked eyes with Beca and that’s when she hightailed it out of there.

Suddenly there was a small knock on the door. “Beca can I come in?” It was Chloe.

Beca groaned. “Yeah” she tried to make her voice sound normal.

When Chloe entered the room, Beca busied herself by getting out her laptop and opening up one of her mixes she was working on

“Hey. Can we talk?” Chloe asked as she made her way over and sat at the end of Beca’s bed.

“Yeah, sure” Beca’s eyes were still on her computer.

“So, I know you saw me and Stacie in the shower. Stacie said you freaked out a bit,” Chloe’s voice was soft.

“What? No, I didn’t freak out. I mean it’s whatever,” Beca was fooling around by clicking on random things.

“Then why won’t you even look at me Beca?” Chloe asked sadly. “Does it weird you out to be with a girl?”

Beca turned her head towards Chloe so fast it almost caused whiplash.

“No, Chloe. Of course it doesn’t weird me out. Why would it?” Beca looked at Chloe with concern.

Chloe licked her lips. “Well, it kind of seems like it weirded you out”

“No, that’s not it. I just wasn’t expecting it is all,” Beca shrugged.

“So that’s all? You just weren’t expecting it?” Chloe’s eyes searched Beca’s.

“I mean.. I don’t know Chlo. I figured if you were serious about experimenting you would have picked me” Beca mumbled. She didn’t like feeling vulnerable.

Chloe looked down at the bed spread. “Look I only mentioned it to Stacie because I didn’t think you wanted to. I mean you called me weird. Then when Stacie got in the shower with me-”

“Okay I really don’t need details,” Beca stopped her not wanting to hear this at all.

Chloe looked up at Beca. “Would you let me finish? When Stacie got in the shower with me it didn’t feel right so we stopped”

“Oh” Beca let out a sigh of relief.

“So, you did want to experiment with me?” Chloe asked hesitantly.

“Who wouldn’t want to experiment with you, Chlo,” Beca smirked.

Chloe smiled brightly before moving Beca’s laptop out of the way. She then crawled over Beca who was now laying down. Chloe leaned down their lips barely touching.

“So this is okay then?” Chloe asked.

Beca wrapped her arms over Chloe’s neck, pushing her down to capture the girl’s lips with her own.

Outside of Beca’s door Fat Amy and Stacie highfived. Of course Fat Amy left her keys in the bathroom on purpose. Stacie had only agreed to do that with Chloe because she knew the girl would end up stopping her.

“The things we do to get those idiots together” Fat Amy grinned.

anonymous asked:

Jamilton with chubs! Insecure! Hammy?

@jamiiton because I know you love kind of stuff.

“Thomas, it’s fine, I don’t need to-”

“No! Who said that? I’m gonna beat the shit out of them!” Thomas shouted, pacing across the teen’s bedroom. “Who was it, Alex? Was it Adams? I bet it was fucking Adams, he’s always up to some shit like this…”

“Thomas,” Alexander said gently, standing up from his bed and grabbing the other teen’s wrist. “It’s fine. They were just being stupid. I knew I shouldn’t have told you, because now you’re upset, and you know that I hate seeing you feeling like that.”

“Alex, how I feel doesn’t matter! They aren’t allowed to call you that!”

“It’s not a big deal, Thomas.”

“Yes it is! I-”

“Thomas, I know that I’m a fat fucking idiot, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter what they call me, because I already know!” Alexander interrupted, turning Thomas around to face him. Thomas’s look of fury was quickly replaced by one of desperation, something he somehow hadn’t realized.

“No, no, no, Lex… You aren’t-”

“Yes I am! I know that I am, and it’s fine because denying it won’t change a-any-anything-” Alexander tried to protests, being cut off by his own sobs. Thomas quickly pulled Alexander for a warm embrace, rubbing small circles into his boyfriend’s back.

“Darling, you are the most handsome boy in the whole school. It doesn’t matter what idiots like Adams say, because I know that it isn’t true. You’re smart, and amazing, and you could convince a calm, confidant man to lose his temper and shoot you.”

“Y-you could have anyone,” Alexander sobbed into Thomas’s jacket, soaking it with his tears. “W-why do you e-even stay with m-me?”

“Because even though I could have anyone, as you so claim, has it ever occurred to you that you’re the only person I want to be with?”



scarlettleeee  asked:

😂😂😂 tears of laughter that you're trying to become a published author . Your entire page is a joke and you'll never publish shit. Laughing so hard at your dreams crashing and burning . What's a fat, ugly, ace, 19 year old gonna do after that ship sinks... maybe consider being a cam girl? For ugly fetishes ? Idk . Hate Sarah Maas that's cool she's laughing on the way to the bank while your hideous ass sits in front of Tumblr and talks shit.

Well, I’m just all discouraged now! I mean you’ve gone and created an entire blog just to get around my turning off anon so you could tell me this, it must mean you’re truly dedicated to telling me the truth!

That’s it everybody! This enlightened soul has foreseen my future! This blog is cancelled! My writing career is cancelled! Time to go home everybody! 


“...Don’t Know Me.”

Requested by an anon. (!)Trigger Warning: Self Harm| Please don’t do it guys!

Originally posted by 50shadesofgraylee

Giriboy X Reader
Request: Giriboy likes a fellow celebrity who has a hidden dark past of self harm. You have been warned. 

He didn’t think you had problems like this. You were such a sweet girl. It’s not like it was noticeable anyways. Everyone just saw you as this pure hearted, strong, girl. But your past was hidden under your sleeves.

You began rapping as a hobby. It’s what you did when you were bored. You loved rap, hip hop and R&B. You sometimes dreamed of being a rapper but it wasn’t your first choice in a career you wanted for the rest of your young life.

You were a sweet and lovable girl. Of course not everyone thought the same. You were picked on by the other children just for being a little bit different. You didn’t wear the same size uniform as the other girls. Yours was a couple of sizes bigger than theirs. You never knew children could be so cruel.

As you grew up, the more and more you got picked on. It got to a point where the boys would bully you. The girls would push you down, pull your hair, kick your face in. The guys would sit there and call you names such as, fat ass, idiot, and dumb ass. They brainwashed you into thinking you were supposed to be like them.

And it worked. You hated your image, both inside and outside. You began to starve yourself to become skinny. You’d work out for hours without any water or any food. You’d put on layers of makeup to look like those girls around you. They didn’t need makeup. 

They were naturally beautiful like Yoona from SNSD or Dara from 2NE1. They were naturally beautiful. There wasn’t anyway you could be happy with what you looked like. Not to mention your parents were going through a rough patch in their marriage.

You’d spend hours in front of your bathroom mirror, crying and cursing yourself for the way you looked. You punched your mirror because you couldn’t stand to look at yourself anymore. It only stung a bit. You looked down at the glass in your fist and a crooked smiled appeared on your face.

You looked in the sink and grabbed one of the many mirror shards. You inhaled deeply and put the shard to your skin. Without breathing, you slowly slid the shard across your wrist deeply. You pulled the shard up and looked at the cut you had made. 

It was deep. You exhaled. Something in you became satisfied. And you over and over and over and over again until you were happy with yourself. At lasted until you were seventeen years old.

One night you were performing at a club. It was open mic night. You got in with a fake ID, thanks to your friend. As you were on stage performing, there were many people in the crowd, a few are rappers. You had this stage persona that didn’t make your style in clothing.

You performed in sweatpants and hoodies. No one actually knew your real name. So they called you “Hoodie” (A/N: I know that’s already someone’s stage name, but I’m going to use it here.) You even built up a little fanbase.

You went from performing on open mic night to getting club gigs. You went from getting club gigs to label signing offers. You wanted to be independent for as long as you could before signing to a label.

You found yourself enjoying rapping more than anything else. You had some bad moments but you bounced back because your fans made sure they had your back. They knew you had dealt with depression but they still don’t know what’s under the sleeves.

It wasn’t until late 2015, where you finally found the label for you. You were performing at a club. It was a club you performed at a lot so you had a lot of fans in the crowd. You had an amazing stage. You even had an encore.

After your performance you were at the bar drinking water. You didn’t drink much and you weren’t going to start now. Suddenly someone approached you.

“Amazing job out there kid. You have an amazing stage presence.”

“Thank you. That-”

You turned around to be face to face with Epik High’s Tablo! A legend! You bowed deeply and came up quickly almost falling backwards.

“It’s an honor.”

He only chuckled.

“Don’t be so formal. This is a club after all. Where did you learn to flow like that?”

“I don’t know. It just came natural to me. My Dad used to listen to a lot of rap when I was a kid, and I picked up a lot of it.”

“Where those your songs?”

“Yeah. Lyrics and the beats, all mine.”

“I recently just had a sub label set up under YG Entertainment, HIGHGRND, we don’t have many artists. Would you like to join?”

“Are you serious?!”

“I am.”

“YES! A HUNDRED TIMES YES! I mean, I’d love to.”

You were known the the best first female artist under HIGHGRND! With signing under HIGHGRND, a lot more fame came your way. You were getting all these gigs. Tablo eventually got you a manager to help you manage everything. And it did help significantly.

You were having an album release party. You didn’t know that many people, but Tablo of course did. He invited all his friends and fellow rappers to the party so they could get to know you, maybe for collaborations. And one of those people he invited was, Giriboy.

You didn’t know much about anyone else. So almost everyone was foreign to you. You were standing by yourself, drinking water looking at your phone.

“Y/N! Y/N! I want you to meet someone.” You heard Tablo’s voice.

You looked up to see Tablo smiling at you with a younger man standing next to him. He pushed up his glasses.

“Y/N, this is Giriboy. He’s a fan of yours and really wanted to meet you.”

The two of you shook hands.

“You don’t have to call me that. You can call me Siyoung.”

“Noted. Hello Siyoung.”

He smiled. That was the start of your friendship with him. If you weren’t by yourself or in a meeting with someone, you were with Siyoung. Even if you were by yourself, you were texting Siyoung telling him everything.

You told him everything before you’d even tell any of your friends. He was your biggest fan and you were his biggest fan. No one would dare try to separate the two of you.

Siyoung loved you, more than a friend. You had him from hello. He knew you hid yourself from everyone. You promised to tell him everything, but you knew there was stuff you couldn’t tell him.

You were on tour but your next show wasn’t until next week. You decided to come back to Seoul and chill with Siyoung at the arcade.

“Race you to the air hockey!”

“You’re on!”

The two of you rushed over to the free air hockey table. There were eight of them. All of them were taken except for one. They were spaced out a bit too much.

You went to the left side and he went on the right. He pulled up his sleeves.

“You’re about to lose twenty to nothing noob!”

“Whatever, four eyes! I’m gonna win!”

“Four eyes, huh? People called you Hoodie because they didn’t know your name.”

“But they knew me for my stage presence and that I was a queen!”


“That’s it, four eyes!”

You rolled up for sleeves without thinking and grabbed the striker in front of you. Siyoung’s smile left his face and a look of terror replaced it as he stared at your arms.

You looked down and gasped. You quickly covered your arms back up. You ran into the women’s restroom and locked yourself in a stall. Siyoung tried to rush after you.

“Y/N! I didn’t mean to- Y/N!”

‘Great! Good job Y/N! Now he probably thinks you’re a suicidal freak!’ You thought to yourself.

Minutes go by, not a word from you. He couldn’t call you. Your phone was in your purse which was not on you.

Hours ago by, Siyoung becomes inpatient. He waits for all do the women to leave the restroom before running inside. He locks the door behind him.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you in here? Wow this restroom is nice.”


You open the stall door to see Siyoung staring back at you. You slap his chest.

“What are you doing in the women’s restroom. Do you know what’s gonna happen when someone finds you-”

“I don’t care. I want to know one thing, are you okay?”

“Siyoung I’m fine, I-”

He grabs your hand and pulls you closer.

“Are you okay?”

“Siyoung I promise I’m okay.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”


You ripped your hand away from him and unlocked the restroom door. You stormed out and sat in one of the booth and pulled your hood over your head as you laid your head down on the table.

Siyoung followed behind you, but kept his distance. He sat in the seat across from you. He felt terrible for bringing it up and bringing attention to it. But he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

There was no answer from you.

“I shouldn’t have brought attention to it. It just shocked me that you hid stuff like that from me. From what I saw, they weren’t recent. Or do you still-”

“No, I don’t.” You answer.

“That’s good. You know, I’m here for you when you need me. You’re one of my best friends. A-And, I love you.”

You lifted your head and stared at him.


“Well I wanted to admit it somewhere nice. This wasn’t my setting of choice to tell you. I’ve fell madly in love with you. I know it sounds cliche but I really have over the course of these past months.”

You didn’t say a word. You looked down. He lifted your chin.

“Why are you looking down?”

“I’m ashamed that you had to see me like this.”

“No, no. Don’t be ashamed. I’m glad you showed me this side of you.”


“So I can take care of you.”

You blushed.

“Siyoung~!” You whined playfully.

“What? Can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“Do you ever think of harming yourself, you know, now?”


“Good. But if you ever really do think of doing it again, can you come talk to me. And if you want to talk about the past to anyone, you can come talk to me”

“Of course, now can I ask you something?”

“Anything, Y/N.”

“Why are you suddenly so so interested in my past or me?”

“I’ve been interested in you since the day we met. I knew you were beautiful but I didn’t know the soul and personality behind the face. And I’ve come to love you.”

You sighed. “Siyoung, you don’t know me.”

“Well let me get to know you. This you! The one with a troubled past. Your past doesn’t change my love for you. I know my feelings are real, I just want you to accept them.”

You were speechless. He grabbed your hands.

“Will you accept my feelings?”

You nodded.

He slowly pulled down your hood and fixed your hair.

“You look beautiful.”

“Now you’re just sucking up to me.”

“What? It’s true.”

The Numbers of My Sins

Soulmate AU: Red tallies on their arms.

Also available on AO3 and FFN

His arm has always been clean.

Even when he’s reached the age of seventeen, eighteen, nineteen and so on, it’s still clean.

Living in the world of shinobi, where conflicts happen almost daily, where every second can be any person’s last breath, it’s sometimes jarring to see a shinobi’s arm being clean.

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Ok so we make fun of my dog a lot because - well, for a lot of reasons, but the most relevant one right now is because he’s so passive when it comes to food, we tell him he couldn’t go a day in the wild because he’d just be like “oh no after you, sure you go ahead, I’ll just wait” and then starve to death. 

Case in point, there is a bird literally eating his food IN FRONT OF HIM. (which yes it is everywhere because he noses it out of his bowl because he’s an idiot), he was inside, he walked out the dog door, bird just looked at him, he laid down 2 feet away and was just like *sigh*