hell man im still like that


“Hinata… This big idiot finally understands… The real meaning of the scarf you gave me when you went with Toneri… I know now, from the scarf you painstakingly knitted and took so long to finish, that your love can’t be unraveled so easily… Wait for me… This whole time, you always loved me for the way I am… Now, as a man, there’s something I must tell you… Hinata, I swear I will save you!”

book of mormon-actual song titles
  • Hello!: If You Don't Believe In God You're Going To Die Alone
  • Two by Two: Congratulations! You Are Not Being Sent to Orlando
  • You and Me but Mostly Me: I'm Better Than You- That's What The Universe Says ft. Elder Price
  • Hasa Diga Eebowai: Our Life Sucks and So Does God
  • Turn It Off: Depressed? Compress.
  • I Am Here For You: Cunningham Just Wants A Friend
  • All-American Prophet: Wildly Inaccurate, Yes. But also a Bundle of Fun.
  • Sal Tlay Ka Siti: This Girl Gets Her Hopes Up
  • Man Up: Gotta Be Like Jesus; Now Flex!
  • Making Things Up Again: It's Okay to Lie, It's Right In Theory.
  • Spooky Mormon Hell Dream: Think Committing Crimes Is Bad?! Local Mormon Proves Hundreds Wrong.
  • I Believe: Even if Things Don't Make Sense They're Still Correct.
  • Baptize Me: Mormons' Excuse For Sex
  • I Am Africa: We are Africa, Not African.
  • Joseph Smith American Moses: This Girl Gets Her Hopes Shattered but At Least They Tried
  • Tomorrow Is A Latter Day: Ignore Your Impending Existentialism Because At Least We Have God

themxchanic  asked:

{So there's this story that happened where this girl goes on a date with her boyfriend to a baseball game. The kiss cam pans over them and the girl gets really excited but the boyfriend is too preoccupied with his phone. So she kisses the guy next to him instead. I had an idea with one of my partners where Tony is the girl, Ty (or whoever) is the douche boyfriend, and Bucky is the guy sitting next to her. They of course exchange numbers in the end.}

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang 

God, baseball was sooo boring. 

Only in baseball was it impossible for more than one team to score. They took fucking turns like it was pre-school and they were in line to use the teeter totters. The closest thing Tony’d ever seen to excitement at a baseball game was the time Howard took him and drank so much cheap beer that he ended up puking in a trash can on the way out of the stadium. That had almost been worth the sprained wrist when Howard shoved him out of the way. Almost. 

The worst part of it was, Ty didn’t even like it. Not really. Or, if he did, maybe he’d be paying more attention to the game than to his fucking phone. 

Tony had already gotten up three times; once to get himself a beer and a hotdog (and he’d probably regret that hotdog later), once to use the bathroom, and once because the giant jumbo trons had advertised deep fried oreos, and Tony had to try one. He was definitely going to regret that. Good, though. 

Ty hadn’t looked away from his phone the whole goddamn game. Really, the score could be five hundred to seven and Ty would say “that’s nice” or “uh-huh” without looking up. What the hell was so goddamn interesting over there? 

Tony knew better than to try to look, though. Ty did not like what he considered an invasion of his privacy. 

The guy on the other side was kinda cute, though, so Tony turned away and watched that guy watching the game. 

Brunette, with a ragged haircut, half of his hair pulled back in a half-ponytail, he wore a red henley shirt and a brown jacket. He had a baseball cap with the team logo on it, but it fell off his head almost every time he stood up to yell and scream, and since the man was constantly jumping to his feet, the hat was on the ground more often than it was on his head. He jumped up to yell about strikes, about good pitches, about runs, about stolen bases. 

When a batter made a lousy ground ball, the man surged to his feet again and yelled, “Go, Babushka power!” 

Tony couldn’t help it, he cracked up. “Go go grandmothers!” 

The guy turned around and grinned. “You speak Russian?” 

Tony wiggled his hand, comme ci, comme ça. “Understand it better than I can speak it. My tutor claims my accent stinks on ice.” 

“A common complaint of tutors,” the man responded. He paused, leaned forward in his chair. “Go on, you little shit, steal that base, I fuckin’ dare you.” 

“You’re awfully invested,” Tony observed. 

“Got a hot hundred riding on the outcome of the game,” the guy said. “And Baltimore sucks.” 

“If you say so,” Tony said. He flicked his eyes to the scoreboard; he really hadn’t been paying attention to the game. Orioles were up a run and they were still at bat. “Looks like they might not suck as hard as you think.” 

Tony was studied the board, doing statistical analysis in his head. If current trends could predict future outcome, he was going to give Baltimore a 72.952% chance of winning the game, probably by two runs. He did not share this information with his neighbor. That just seemed rude. 

The inning ended without the Orioles scoring another run, so that was encouraging. Tony readjusted his prediction. He thought about sharing his thoughts with Ty, but another glance at his boyfriend showed that would be a bad plan. Ty was now scowling at his phone, as if something had upset him. Tony knew better than to interrupt him now. He leaned toward his neighbor again. “You think they’ve got an upset in the making?” 

“They’re warming up the bullpen,” the man said, jerking his chin toward the Yankee bullpen. “New pitcher’ll shake things up.” 

Tony squinted. “Do you know who it is?” That could definitely change his predictions. He pulled out his program and flipped to the roster. 

“Do you care?” the man asked, friendly, not hostile. “You haven’t been paying attention til just now.” 

“It’s more interesting when someone else is interested,” Tony said. “I’m Tony, by the way.” 

“Bucky,” the man said, then rattled off the new pitcher’s name and jersey number. He leaned over Tony’s arm and tapped the program. 

Tony scrolled down. 

“Oh, hey,” Bucky said, nudging him. “You’re on the kiss-cam.” 


Tony looked up. The camera, with little hearts and lip-prints in a frame, was centered on Bucky and him. Huh. Well, maybe they looked like a couple, huddled over the program like they’d been. Sigh. He turned and tapped Ty on the shoulder. 


Ty swatted at his hand and the whole crowd made a disapproving noise. “Not now, Tone.” 

“Ty,” Tony tried again. Ty would be so pissed if – 

“I said, knock it off,” Ty said, turning around and poking his phone. 

Mu'dak,” Bucky muttered under his breath. Asshole. Tony didn’t exactly disagree. He’d been dating Tiberius Stone for almost three months, but he was starting to get the feeling that it wouldn’t be going on much longer. If he wasn’t wrong, Ty was probably texting with his side-boy anyway. Tony kept trying to ignore that (first of all, that he knew about it and Ty kept acting like Tony didn’t, because Ty had very little respect for Tony’s intelligence, which was just annoying, and secondly, because it was insulting. Tony was very good sex and a very attentive boyfriend and it was painful to be ignored and neglected.) 

Tony sighed and settled back in his chair, but the kiss-cam didn’t move. Oh, for fuck’s sake. 

“Hey, I’ll kiss you, if he won’t,” Bucky offered, then blushed absolutely, gloriously red at his own gumption. 

Tony blinked, then leaned over, his mouth already puckering. 

Tony had meant it to be a joke kiss, a quick smack on the mouth, enough to get the camera to go bother someone else. Stick it to Ty, maybe, for ignoring Tony all night. 

But when Bucky’s mouth touched his, Tony’s intentions went up in flames. Just like the rest of him. Tony found himself with his hands in Bucky’s hair, the man’s tongue sliding over his lip. The feel of his mouth was electric, shockingly erotic. His jeans got a little tighter than was truly comfortable and he was half a second from climbing into the man’s lap when someone grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked, nearly choking him. 


“Hey, let go of ‘im,” Bucky said, standing up. “You’re hurting him.” 

“He’s –” Ty gestured like he couldn’t believe the utter gall. “Kissing someone else, right in front of me!” 

“You had your chance,” Bucky snapped. “If you paid more attention to your man rather than you’re fuckin’ phone –” 

“Boys, boys,” Tony hissed, putting his hands up to separate them. “It’s sweet that you both want to take me to prom, but can I point out that we’re on the goddamn camera?” Still. What the hell, had someone fallen asleep up there? Jesus Christ. 

“You know what?” Ty said, brushing off his shirt. “You keep him. He’s boring. And worthless. And he gives terrible blowjobs.” 

Tony gaped at him. “That –” 

“Face it, Tony, you suck worse than the Cubs.” 

Tony didn’t know enough about baseball to really understand that, but the way Bucky sucked air, Tony was willing to believe he’d just been burned. “That’s a lie.” He turned to Bucky and repeated, very seriously, “That is a lie.” 

“I’m outta here,” Ty said. He turned and strode off, all indignant fury. 

“Don’t forget your phone,” Bucky mocked. 

Tony slowly sank into the seat. What the hell had just happened? 

“You do not need that kind of asshole in your life,” Bucky said, a little tentative. “But… um, sorry for ruining your date?” 

“Nah,” Tony said. “I think it was already ruined. I just…” 

“Make it up to you?” Bucky offered. 

Tony slanted a glance at the man. “How?” 

“Dinner? Dancing? You don’t seem t’ like baseball much, so, you know, another game is probably out.” 

Tony looked over at the Jumbo Tron again. “I dunno, I could get used to it.” He might grow to have fond memories of that kiss-cam. “Sure. A date, then.” 

Bucky grinned. “I’ll try not to strike out.” 

Oh, god. Puns… Tony was in love already. “Maybe, if you’re really good, I’ll let you get to second base.” 

“I got a pretty good line coach,” Bucky said. “He might help me steal third.” 

Tony rolled his eyes. “I call foul. That was terrible. Really, really terrible.” 

But when Bucky did steal a kiss, after walking Tony out to the train, Tony thought third base wasn’t entirely out of reach. 

After the first date. 

slip, send, shift (jace/simon,3k+, jimon week day 1: social media)

His phone pings, and he glances at the screen and smiles as he sees Simon’s name pop up. His smile fades quickly and his heart stops when he sees what Simon’s sent.
wtf u like-like someone??? who tf is it??? y didn’t u tell me?? also were u trying to send that to izzy??
Obviously Jace was trying to send it to Izzy, obviously he would accidentally send it to the one person he desperately needed to keep it from, and obviously Simon - a man in his twenties - would still refer to love as ‘like-like’.

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you know at this point im so desperately in need of season 4 to start that i dont even care who the main will be
it could be the beer man from season 1 and i would still tattoo his face on my forehead
it could be the school nurse and i would still gif the fuck out of her every move
honestly it could be penetrator chris and i wouldnt even mind i would in contrary do somersaults while singing the penetrator song in every known language hell i would even sing it backwards because this my friends is what this hiatus has done to me

anonymous asked:

guess what? thats right more shitposts; matt: "neil is perfect in every way" dan: "false" matt: "explain" dan: "he eats pineapple on pizza" matt, through gritted teeth: "neil is perfect in every way", neil is too short to be a good armrest for matt but does that stop him? no, "a wise man once said 'im fine'" "matt i s2g", wymack: "wheres neil?" matt: "idk probably in the vents" neil, from the vents: "hi coach" nicky: (screams), neil: "FUCKING HELL" matt: "language!" neil: "FUCKING HECK"


also matt would totally tweet random shit neil says and present it as gospel like “a wise man once said, don’t ever take anyone’s shit - especially if it’s kevin day, don’t take his shit especially” 

anonymous asked:

"cas is still the best character of the show" don't tell me man, I'd watch the hell out of a cas spin-off

same? i’d pay for it. like, what happens when cas isn’t in a spn episode? cas hunting solo, cas in heaven, cas saving the bees, cas helping the wayward daughters, cas making new friends, i’d be okay with a prequel, too (even if im not a fan of prequels).
you think im kidding but im not.  

power rangers movie thoughts *spoilers*

-i feel so fulfilled after seeing the movie holy fuck
-i was smiling the whole time beside lile the emotional parts. Felt good to hear their names and angel grove again
-so nostalgic and at the same time such a modern amazing take on it
-why is everyone hot like gotdamn dacre montgomery is daddy couldnt stop thinking about how fucking sexy he is
-they all hot tho and wow ugh billy was on the spectrum!! wow that respresentation! They did that!
-tbh when billy was telling jason he was on the spectrum i thought he meant he was gay or something lmao but then i realized he was talking about the other spectrum
-trini being gay!?! What! Like bitch that’s dope
-lowkey thought it was kinda cute when zack kept calling her crazy girl like his lil nickname for bae
-ludi lin was also fine too! damn hot rangers fuck me up
-hes a wild child i loved zack i loved all of them
-my heart when sexy ass jason stood up for billy and bitch slapped that bully at the beginning LMFAO man “weird right!?”
-ugh and his american accent holy fuck im in love w him and when he was shirtless that sealed the deal. big heart beautiful face and body lawd yes red ranger bless me
-ugh the comedic elements were so great
-i loved the cursing like yeah it was little things like hell shit bullshit but like that still makes me a little giddy bc its the fuckin power rangers man! childs play but still a step up from the campy series
-i would hardly call it dark i guess it’s a little grittier but its just more REAL with their stories and how they go about everything. LOVED IT
-billy is the heart of this movie tbh what a sweet angel I also own one of the same shirts
-tons of cgi but like its power rangers what do u expect? At least it was pretty well done IMO
-man rita repulsa was actually kinda fucking scary lmao like straight out of a horror movie deadass but then she got her gold and was like rejuvenated and she looked bomb
-so funny how the fucking zeo crystal was at a fucking krispy kreme everytime they mentioned protecting it i geeked
-ugh i just love how it was just so fucking age appropriate and not campy and it was as realistic as it could be for power rangers
-the masturbation joke ahah when zordon asked if theyve ever morphed before and zack said “only in the shower” lmao shook this is not the campy shit we grew up with!!! I LOVE IT
-the diversity, the sexuality, the language, zacks mom being sick, kimberlys sexting fiasco, billys autism and bullies, jasons all star career down the drain, trini and her family/ sexuality etc.
-all these kids were so fuckin ready to die breaks my heart but also so realistic
-some real breakfast club shit but i loved it wow dont really remember the show being like that but maybe im wrong
-yea just checked lmao and ugh i love how they didnt start off as friends like in the show bc we really got to see their bonds develop from the start
-we didnt just jump right into everything like the show
-killing Billy I was SHOOK i cried a little and then they were all like id trade my life for you guys etc i was really feeling the love and unity and man I fucking love them!!!
-and fitz and the tantrums during the training montage. GREAT FUCKING SOUNDTRACK BBS
-wow zordon the real mvp for saving him i knew he wasnt like frfr dead but wow hell yea
-their relationships just worked on so many levels
-even if i wasnt a long time power ranger fan i wouldve loved this movie
-this movie has helped me come full circle ive waited for this for so fucking long u have no idea i grew up with the og!!! And most of the cheesy spinoffs
-it did the series and franchise justice. for me it was exactly the movie i had hoped would get made someday and it finally did and i didnt even have to wait that long i mean yea its been forever but im only 23!!! SUCH A BLESSING
-legit have always wanted to be a power ranger and after the movie i was so hype i felt like i could fight everyone rn like i had the power within me
-billy telling jason he didnt get humor like “normal people” do at the beginning and then at the end when jason made the same “weird, right?!” joke after bitch slapping rita into oblivion BILLY UNDERSTOOD IT AND IT WAS SO CUTE!!! GREAT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT OK
-great beautiful diverse characters, excellent backstory. Enough to get a feel of who they were and why they were that way
-was confused when kim and jason didnt kiss but also wasnt a big deal the romance was hardly even being developed so that trailer was bait but whatever I was gonna see it regardless
-their suits and zords!!! Fuck ya and billy calling it a megazord yes baby
-bitch slapping rita was fucking hilarious. SHE THOUGHTTT
-zordon and alpha were played well too thank the lord
-i just idk what im missing or if i covered anything all i know is that i need to see it again
-that credits scene searching for tommy oliver!!! Omfg who is gonna play him
-this movie really made me feel some type of way
-the fucking cast!!!! So phenomenal like i want to be their fucking best friends IN THE MOVIE AND IRL they mesh so well together im shook i love them so much i didnt know i could love them this much
-also i hope bulk and skull are in the sequel with tommy
-ill get back if i think of more i guess im back to my i wanna be a ranger phase bye

Imagine Putting Makeup on Dean

Warnings: Grumpy Dean, sleepy Dean, fluff?
Pairing: Dean x reader
Summary: Reader puts makeup on Dean while he sleeps

For as long as you could remember you’ve always loved makeup. Even though you were in the hunter life you stilled allowed yourself this one simple pleasure.

Your boyfriend Dean always made sure to remind you how beautiful you are but also supported you.

So when you came home to the bunker with a whole new makeup haul your immediate instinct was to test it out. Yet, when you saw your boyfriend peacefully sleeping in his room you couldn’t resist.

Carefully you crept up to the sleeping man holding your makeup bag in tow along with your new products. Moving almost at a snail’s pace you applied the concealer and a precise purple cut crease with glitter.

You stopped breathing and moving when he shifted in his sleep as you attempted to apply the cat eye. He grumbled slightly before settling back to sleep.

Hurriedly you finish his eye makeup and applied foundation to match his skin tone. You did everything else he needed, contour, blush, eyebrows, lipstick, before getting to your favorite part of makeup: highlighter.

Taking out your phone you switch to Snapchat and flicked on your flash. Slowly but surely you applied your newly acquired highlight, brushing gently but effectively.

As you did this you took a video and captioned it ‘Peep my baby’s highlight😂😘😍’ before sending it to Sam.

It was as you went to spray the setting mist that Dean woke. He groaned in discontent,“Why can’t I open my eyes?”

“I love you.” you blurted out, stopping him from wiping his eyes and ruining your masterpiece.

He looked at you through suspicious green eyes before taking notice of his surroundings. Dean’s eyes slowly took in the scattered makeup brushes and products, realization taking over his face.

He scrambled up and to the small sink looking in the mirror. He glared at you in the mirror as you smiled nervously,“You look good, love.”

“Y/N.” he deadpanned,“I’m gonna throw away your makeup I swear.”

You giggled knowing it was an empty threat, you stepped forward and wrapped yourself around him. He turned and embraced you pressing his lips to your forehead.

Dean pulled away, smirking,“Now look who’s getting lipstick all over someone.”

You laughed,“Well, let me ruin your lipstick this time.”

He chuckled his lips touching yours lightly before pulling away. You jutted out your bottom lip in a mocking pout. Dean chuckled pecking you once more before stepping away.

“Im gonna wash this off even though I’ll still break out like hell.” Dean announced, leaving.

“You’ll still be the most handsome man in the world!” you called.

You heard him laugh as you smiled to yourself, picking up your makeup items. A small ping interrupted your cleaning as you picked up your phone to check the Snapchat notification.

Sammy🦌 screenshotted your snap!



I read a shit ton of heroaca and now I’m in todoizu hell lol I’m embarrassing. . Anyways this is todays inktoberr forgive me 

hello friends here is a part 2 for my most recent one shot! i am really just about to babble a bunch of words onto my screen but i hope they are good words


You were recovered, fully, and on your meds 24/7, no exceptions. (Your family [and you] didn’t want a repeat of what happened the last time you didn’t take them.) People thought of you differently, of course. That was to be expected when people find out that you had to go to an asylum for the criminally insane for attacking a boy with a lacrosse stick. You didn’t mind, you had kind, loyal friends who never thought anything but the best of you. Anyone else didn’t really matter. You were allowed back on the team eventually, and got right back into the game like nothing had ever changed.

There was one thing about that fiasco, though, that still haunted you. The screaming please of the ginger boy you had befriended during your stay. You didn’t tell any of your family or friends about him, for good reason. (They would be wary of you if you told them that you made a friend in an insane asylum. They would worry for your safety if you told them he threatened to find you.) You did your best to forget him, but sometimes his empty threat and screams, or memories of your short-lived friendship, still managed to make their way back to you. You wished it would stop.

But regardless, no one but you knew about these thoughts. You successfully got back on track in all of your classes. Being an honors student was demanding and tiring, but it was beneficial to your academic growth and college applications. You were a fast learner, to your advantage, and catching up on the material you missed only took a week or so. Life was back to normal sooner than you realized, and you were happy. Sometimes, you forgot for a moment about where you had been and who you had met. Study dates in cafes and running amuck (abiding every law, of course,) in the city allowed you to feel like it was all just a strange dream. But all dreams come to an end, and this one was about to.

The stories blaring on the news all had one thing in common- 6 prisoners in the asylum had managed to break out, and were not nowhere to be found. What scared you the most about this was that Jerome, the ginger boy, was amongst them. But you kept your cool as best you could- no one knew about your relationship with him, and you didn’t necessarily want anybody to know.

Of course, as soon as he was broken out of prison, the first thing he decided was that he was going to find you. After all, he couldn’t go back on his word (he was a man of honor, after all). He only had one condition for agreeing to do Galavan’s bidding- it was to have you. He wanted you back. What you thought of as a convenient friendship, he always thought of as something more. In his mind, the moment you allowed yourself to be comfortable with him, you became his. He was under the impression that this was an unspoken agreement- you, however, never came to see it that way.

The both of you were in for a rude awakening.

It came one day after you returned from practice after school. Your parents were out of town on a business trip, so the house was empty for him to break into and await your return. (Your dog- while you loved her dearly- was not, by any means, a guard dog. If she was given attention, she was perfectly placid.) When you got home, you found both Jerome and your dog sitting on the floor of your living room. You froze in shock and let your bags, both school and sports, fall to the floor with a thud. That was when he looked up at you and instantly broke out in a grin. “Well hello there,” he said, standing up and talking painstakingly slow steps towards you. “Long time, no see, huh?”

Your breath was shaky when you tilted you head to look at him. He was looming over you, had you backed up against a wall, and you were beyond intimidated. “Why… why are you here?” He let out a well-mannered scoff.

“Why do you think? I told you I’d come back for you, bird. I wouldn’t break a promise.” He took notice to your fearful expression. “What’s wrong? Something bothering you?”

“Please… Please leave me alone. You’re sick. You need help. Please get out of my house. I won’t tell anyone.”

(This was a lie, of course. You were calling the police as soon as possible.) He just laughed at this.

“What are you talking about, (y/n)? I’m not leaving here without you. You’re mine, we were made for each other.” You scrunched your brows in confusion. “All you have to do is free your mind… these people have it clouded. You think you’re sane, but really… you’re just trapped. I know you can’t see it just yet. But don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “‘Show me’? Jerome, there’s nothing to show. I’m not a psychopathic anarchist like you. I don’t want to ‘free my mind’. I’m perfectly happy being sane and healthy.”

He just shook his head. “Wow. They really did a number on you. Just about snuffed out your spark! But I’ll get it back to ya in no time, believe me.”

“Why do you care?” you blurted out suddenly. “Where is this all coming from- why won’t you just leave me be?”

He tilted his head at you, genuinely confused. “Well, because- because you were made for me! You’re mine. I need you.“

"Well then you’d better stop needing me, Jerome, because I’m not yours. You can’t just come in here and claim ownership over me, like I’m some… some thing! People don’t belong to people, and I don’t belong to you. Get out.” You didn’t know where the sudden courage to say this came from. Beneath your tough exterior, you were terrified that he would lash out and kill you any second. But you composed your posture regardless.

“Is that so?” he questioned, taking it concerningly lightly. “Well then. I can see when I’m not wanted. Take care, then. But you’ll regret this sooner or later. You’ll come to your senses and see that you’re mine soon enough.” Finally, he stepped back, far enough to let you take a deep breath and not bump into him. He began to walk away, when he quickly turned on his heel. “On second thought,” he looked at you, “I can’t just leave you like this.”

You began to form the beginning of a question when he had you pinned to the wall, again, hands around your throat. You struggled against him, clawing at his arms and hands. (Damn it, you play lacrosse, why can’t you fight back harder?) “Don’t worry, I won’t kill ya. Just make ya sleep for a few hours. Don’t want ya callin’ ol’ Jimbo down at the GCPD, now, do we?” You slumped to the floor, black spots forming in your vision. “Sleep, princess. I’ll be back soon enough.” His threatening promise was the last thing you saw before you totally blacked out and fell into a deep slumber.

Hours later, when you finally awoke exactly where he had left you. You were a sobbing mess, and there were fresh bruises scattered along your throat. It registered in your mind that he now knew where you lived, attended school, and could kill you at a moment’s notice. You rushed to the phone and dialled 911, hands shaking. When the operator picked up, you spilled everything that had just taken place, taking a few, short shaky breaths after talking a mile a minute. The police, as well as an ambulance, was on the scene in five minutes. You contacted your parents next, and they booked the earliest flight possible to get back to you.

You saw his shenanigans on the news throughout the rest of that week. An oil truck heist, attempted arson, and raiding and massacring the police station.

(What scared you most about that one was when he talked about you in his cheaply-recorded monologue to the police chief. He vaguely mentioned his anger at society for tainting the mind and heart of his 'pretty bird’, followed by a rant about being cogs in a machine. It was unsettling.)

You didn’t sleep well for weeks. One night, you woke up in a cold sweat, convinced that he was in your room. You fell back asleep soon after, but in the morning, Your window was open and there was a rose by your head.

(You went to your backyard and burned it. You held it up high, just incase he was hiding somewhere, watching.)

(He was. He brought back two more the next night.)

This game of retaliation continued for a few days more, until it stopped. He was stabbed in the throat on live television, after hours of terrorizing a charity gala. You were relieved, of course, but a small part of you was disappointed.

(You did really want him to get better. You wanted to be his friend, you really did, but not if he was a psychopathic criminal who didn’t care about anyone but himself.)

(But he did care about someone other than himself.)

(It was you.) (Deep down, you knew it, too.)



i’m so tired

i thought i would let u kno im getting a lot closer to one of my friends and its making me really happy. we will refer to him as cool boy.

dumb boy still walks through my life every now and then. i can’t avoid that. he’s dating one of my best friends. he said he wanted to still be friends but hasn’t taken any initiative on that yet. am i disappointed because we used to be so close and now we don’t talk anymore? yes. will it kill me? hell no

im still so tired.

another guy friend, we will call him ugly boy because he is an ugly boy, started dating another one of my good friends recently. they are cute as hell and i hope he makes her happy bc she is a great person and her last boyfriend was a jerk.

i, myself, still have no love life. im cool with that. i’ve managed this much of my life without a man and i don’t necessarily need or want one at the moment. the boy previously known as cute boy is a bit of a bore anyways.

please gimme feedback on this fic ALSO thank you i need constant validation that u guys like what i do, since, u know, i do it for u, and i don’t get paid for this

anonymous asked:

hey, idk if this is the blog to ask regarding the journal 3 se but holy fu king hell ive only gotten into the fandom recently and this whole preorder thing is killing me. is it really still a limited edition??? will alex not release more books for those who didnt get to preorder??? WHY IS BARNES AND NOBLE STILL OPEN FOR PREORDERS???? FIRST OF ALL THEIR SERVICE IS SHIT AND IM 78% SURE YOU WONT EVEN GET THE BOOK but like??? amazon has theirs closed?? do i dare order from b&n??? im dying

Man, the limited edition was even MORE limited if you believe it. There were originally only going to be 1,000 copies made but the pre-orders sold out by the end of the first day. We’re honestly lucky BN apparently still has some? So, better get on that now if you still want it. Lol.

I honestly don’t know why Disney continues to underestimate this fandom’s dedication. You know the only reason we even got a regular Journal 3 was because a bunch of Disney merch people came to one of the GF panels at a con and were finally convinced by the fan enthusiasm. (Panel rooms ALWAYS got full beforehand with many still waiting in line unable to get in. They never gave Alex the biggest room for them, unfortunately.)

(This is also an unsubtle hint for everyone to join the letter writing campaign to get Gravity Falls on DVD.)

And welcome to the fandom!

anonymous asked:


((drunk vy2 would be his internet alter ego aka the meme man but still anti-social as hell))

((also vy2 is a lightweight he’s probably drunk already after like the second glass so you dont need to do the m!a lmao))


FUCK THAT IM DRUNK NOW I’LL SOCIALIZE WITH HER BY sending her a message on the phoneheheheheheheheheheheheh


so uh I haven’t touched this blog for a while but I wanted to describe the most terrifying experience of my fucking life that happened while playing Subnautica

few clarifications: I last played this game like, September 2016. IT HAS UPDATED SIGNIFICANTLY SINCE THEN. I also decided to play it on “creative mode” aka “invincible fun time mode” because I just wanted to ~have fun and explore the new stuff~, you know?

So, I haven’t kept up with the updates. The story bit of the game has bulked up significantly since I last played, and there’s much more direction now if you want it, which is nice; the icons are all cleaned up and such, a lot more stuff is textured, the cyclops can apparently be lit on fire, yada yada. I went ‘sploring and found a couple new faces, an electric eel type boy and a warp warp man. (Ultimate goal is to go up and scan a reaper but I am still???? too scared??? i literally cannot take any damage in this mode but the deep and ancient part of me that remembers being prey on the serengeti says DONT)

(subnautica is very good at VAGUE ANXIOUS ENVIRONMENTAL FEAR while also being very lovely to look at, and really grinds deep into the gray matter of Terror of the Deep, it’s very very good and I hatelove it)

anyway I started taking screenshots of the koosh zone while exploring/picking up samples for my soon-to-be-ultimate-creature-zoo, because this game can be very pretty

anyway after digging around a bit i discovered a TRENCH. i did not screenshot the trench because i did not realize i was about to have to fight for my very existence on this good earth.

did i enter the trench? of course I entered the fucking trench. there’s no crush damage in this mode and the game told me there was some sort of Big Energy Signature nearby. Down I went.

….and went. For 6000 meters. NOTHING. Except a kind of shelf at one point that I went and got under. (this minor detail is going to be crucial)

anyway at 6km i decided fuck it, i’ve held down on the s key for like 5 minutes, if i’m gonna plumb these depths i need to come back with my big boy sub. so i went back up. got to 3000 meters.

hey remember that little shelf i went under well turns out it was a ROCK CEILING 3000 METERS DEEP and i had gotten so turned around in the plumbing process that I couldnt fucking find the way out, it was all barren rock ceiling, no way back up even when i searched around and around and probably criscrossed my own path trying to map out featureless rock, i was boned as heck

OR…. WAS I….

said my own thoughts, because i happened to have in my possession a TERRAFORMER and as all good subnautica boys and girls know that thing can dig big ol holes in rock.

so… trapped 3000 meters below solid rock… i did what any sensible extrastellar refugee would do and decided to TUNNEL MY WAY BACK UP

leaving my trusty seamoth behind, i began to tunnel…. about 2000 meters through solid rock, in complete blackness, clicking frantically in the darkness, probably crying

(listen, i had some good eggs and scans in my inventory and i didn’t want to LOSE them by resetting, you gotta understand)

about 1km from the surface, i finally encounter open water!! i’ve done it!! i thought, foolishly, to myself. i brought out my seaglide and began to zoom up only to find

1. this was not open water

2. this was a cave

3. this was a giant cave filled with lava

4. subnautica has LAVA CAVES NOW???

5. the game was perhaps not totally sure about my method of getting INTO said lava cave, and didn’t seem prepared with some of the textures

by the way, IN ADDITION TO IT BEING A GIANT LAVA CAVE, there were like… structures down there?? which again I was not prepared for because I have not played this game in like 6 months?? but the textures wouldn’t load?? so I just got these really scary ominous unknown pieces of architecture that i was in no way prepared for and had no idea how they were supposed to look?? and everything was red?????

also because the textures weren’t loaded it was extremely difficult to tell what you could pass through and what you couldn’t, so i was basically ping ponging through invisible walls and wanting to cry because i tunneled 2000 meters thru solid rock and i was gonna die in badly rendered hell anyway

did i mention also, the noises

did i mention that there were a lot of VERY DISTRESSING SOUND EFFECTS IN THIS CAVE

and then, through the invisible walls, i saw the friend who was making them!!!

it’s hard to tell from this screenshot but that is a VERY. LARGE. BOY. TOO LARGE.

at this point ya boy koryos was basically like ready 2 ascend from this mortal plane. what is going on. WHAT AM I LOOKING AT. VERY DISTRESSED. ALSO WHATS THT THING IN THE CORNER

ok so i stopped trying to penetrate the invisible walls eventually and tried to burrow my way out again except APPARENTLY you cant burrow through LAVA which was STUPID anyway i was still very trapped

but i explored a bit and found……. this??

insert fuel crystal???

this mystery device bore all the hallmark of a Lazy Concept Sci Fi Warp Gate which was exciting to me because by god i was ready to be anywhere but there, in hell. but i didnt have a “fuel crystal” and it definitely wasn’t part of the game back in the center. But no problem!! This is creative mode!! I can just build a base down in hell!! A hell base!! Where I can craft anything I want!!!

so i made a base and a fabricator but uhhhhhhhhhhh there was no “fuel crystal” on the item list. so at this point it had been like an hour of desperate sweaty anxiety and i was like fuck it, i’ll console command it in, i just need…… freedom…… (without losing any of those good good scans)

anyway i looked it up and got the ~oddly pixelated crystal~, which powered up the warp

please… just take me somewhere that’s not red… that’s all i ask……





anyway i believe i accidentally stumbled on some plot because i found a “control room” set to deactivate the “weapon” but a tentacle boy didn’t want to “deactivate” it because i was “““infected”““

mind you im still fucking… 69 m under the water…. 69 huh? i just noticed that in the screenshot nice


anyway to make a long story short after getting lost about ten more times i FINALLY found an exit to the neon labyrinth and nearly cried when i saw my bud warp warp man outside

now that i was outside i could finally appreciate the fact that this shit was dope as hell, look at how cool that is, I LOVE MYSTICAL RUINS AND SHIT LIKE THIS

also it was connected to an island???? i thought subnautica was all about not having land???? anyway let’s just drop a beacon for later i need to get back to my fucking base and lie down to contemplate the ether for 6 hours



and so i survived the incident in which i was never in any actual peril, both in a real and virtual sense, but was still very distraught and very sweaty about, 10/10 would recommend subnautica to a friend

anyway i went on tumblr to soothe myself afterwards which was a MISTAKE because the monteray bay aquarium reminded me that there is no escape from the eldritch horrors of the ocean


Re-watching a movie and seeing the villain before they’re revealed as the villain like