hell what am i saying i'll be back

I found it funny and terrible. And yeah, heartbreaking.” she laughed bitterly. “How can I keep on saying yes, even if I wanted to say no. How I keep on believing in so many lies even if all I wanted was to know every little bit of the truth. Maybe because I know it would hurt me so bad. To see things far from what I wanted them to be. To hear the words that would bring me back to every pain I’m always avoiding—to feel. It hurts like hell. And I am so tired of pretending that it was okay.” she looked down and finally said, “And if I continue this, it would just tear me in the end. I just realized that I deserve to say no.” she sighed showing that she’s exhausted, then she softly said, “And this time, I’ll choose to say no.
—  ma.c.a // Silently Breaking
Pedantic Politics
  • "I am going to bury you."
  • "That is not what I said and you know it."
  • "So you have a photo of me with a prostitute. So what?"
  • "I never agreed to that."
  • "I have met that individual a few times."
  • "Any questions?"
  • "You need to learn law."
  • "Aw... Did I hurt your feelings?"
  • "You're a member of the underground lizard people, aren't you?"
  • "I don't give a shit who your mommy or daddy was."
  • "No. The answer is no."
  • "God help us all."
  • "What the hell just happened?"
  • "I need coffee. With whiskey in it. Make it just whiskey."
  • "What did you just say to me?"
  • "Listen sugar..."
  • "Send me the proposal before Friday and I'll have a look over it before Monday."
  • "I hate lawyers."
  • "I am going to strangle them with their tie."
  • "I clawed my way up this ladder and no little pissant is pushing me back down it."
  • "I am going to destroy them."
  • "Fuck you, fuck them and fuck everything."
  • "I'll help you end all their careers."
  • "Protesters are in your office."
  • "Don't look at me like that. The rally will be good for us."
  • "Attack them. Hard."
  • "Dig through the emails. You have to find something in there."
  • "I will not stop. Ever."
  • "What did they think I was going to do when I found out about their treachery?"
  • "I will not yield. I will not bend. I will not break."
  • "I need sleep."
  • "You wanted to tell me something?"
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(( Took like a 3 or 4 hour nap earlier so not too tired right now and actually feel like doing some stuff also trying not to think of how I have to go back to school tomorrow. So gonna try and clear out inbox, and throw some drafts into queue. ))

Possible scenarios to season 4: part 1
  • we are in a giant hall. marble walls, chandeliers, tall vaulted ceiling. The fancy crowd is either sitting at small tables or standing and chatting, holding drinks. The women in luxury dresses. the men in elegant suits. There's a stage standing after the crowd and on it there's a band playing classical music.
  • we cut from the crowd and are viewing from behind a fancy buffet, at the backs of two men standing in front of it. One is tall with black curls and an impressive posture, the other is shorter with light brown hair.
  • we cut to their fronts and encounter Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, both in tuxes and bow ties.
  • John: look as all these women!
  • Sherlock: careful John, you're a married man.
  • John: oh shut up. How the hell are we going to find this woman? she could be anyone!
  • Sherlock: well she's certainly not that bearded man i the blue suit. unless she's really good...
  • John: *anxiously fixes his tie* why did Mycroft have to send us here as waiters? couldn't he give us fake IDs or... a special card or something
  • Sherlock: I asked him to.
  • John: why?
  • Sherlock: It's essential for my plan.
  • John: and in what point are you going to let me in that plan?
  • Sherlock: now seems like an appropriate time. (raises his look, observing the crowd in concentration) The woman we're looking for...
  • *FLASHBACK*
  • Mycroft: we were informed of the existence of a woman. we suspect she's working for the Swiss, but we can't know for sure and we're not interested in any cooperation. we suspect she's holding information our best agents weren't able to find.
  • Sherlock: you really have to start filtering your agents better, they're terrible.
  • Mycroft: she has no idea the information she's holding is valuable. No one knows but us. and we'd like to keep it that way.
  • Sherlock: so you want me to talk to her.
  • John: how? you don't even know who she is.
  • Mycroft: we know she's be attending a gala next week. find her. find out what she knows. without reveling any connection to the British government. this is crucial.
  • *BACK TO PRESENT*
  • Sherlock: There are people here who are far to known to be a Swiss secret agents, so that goes. This woman can't be married or have children or pets, and she's probably not over 50, so that eliminates some more...
  • *the crowd from Sherlock's point of view. people disappear as he excludes them*
  • John: No, you can't possibly narrow it all down.
  • Sherlock: Not all of it, probably, but most. You may have noticed that I've been studding dress catalogs lately?
  • John: oh yeah, I though you were developing a new interest.
  • Sherlock: an undercover agent could never afford to buy an expensive dress, While most women in these sort of events are dying to show off their wealth. I've memorized catalogs of all top designers in fashion. that woman over there?
  • *cut to woman in a white dress with flowers pattern*
  • Sherlock: Dior, 10,000 dollars. No way it could be her. same applies for 20 other woman in this room.
  • *a major amount of women vanishes from the crowd*
  • John: Sherlock, there's no need to make excuses. If you want to look at dresses, I won't judge you.
  • Sherlock: Shut up. and now for some final adjustments...
  • *captions appear over the remain women. "OCD nail biter" - gone. "desperately in love with an older man" - gone. "chronic back problems" - gone. more and more women pop out of the crowd*
  • Sherlock: we are down to four options.
  • *four women, in different locations around the hall, remain frozen mid-action*
  • Sherlock: time to act.
  • John: Okay, what do we do?
  • Sherlock: *takes the champagne salver from the table and hands it to confused John, and then takes the shrimps salver* I need you to go over to these two women, blonde-in-blue-dress in the center, and the one in the black dress and long hair. I'll go to the other two.
  • John: what, and - offer them a drink?
  • Sherlock: yes. and look closely. try to see if any of them acts suspicious in any way. we'll meet back here with our findings.
  • John: wait - "act suspicious" ? what do you mean?
  • Sherlock: anything strange. even the slightest gesture.
  • John: How the hell am I supposed to know your definition of strange?
  • Sherlock: you'll know it when you see it. Now go, quick!
  • *Sherlock rashes off before John can say anything. frustrated, John sighs then starts walking towards the first woman, carefully trying to balance the salver in his hands*
  • John: *mutters* of course he had to give me the harder one...
  • *as he reaches the woman, who had just had a laugh with the the man she was talking to, she turns around and notices him*
  • John: fancy a drink?
  • woman: oh, thank you! *takes a glass from the salver and turns back to continue her conversation*
  • *John continues to walk towards the woman in the black dress, with a mane of wavy dark hair that goes down her waist. The woman is standing with her back to him, so he doesn't see her face*
  • John: would you like a drink?
  • *The woman doesn't answer. then, without making the slightest turn towards him, she slowly sands out her hand and leave it hanging, awaiting.
  • John: *tensed, places a glass in her hand. still not saying a word, the woman gently rests her hand back down.
  • nervous, John turns back and spots Sherlock at the table. He hurries to get there, relieved to put down the salver.*
  • Sherlock: *eagerly* did you find anything?
  • John: *nods* it's the one in the black dress. She didn't say a word. she didn't even move, I couldn't see her face.
  • Sherlock: Perfect. *quirky smile* now, you wait here. I'm going to escort her out of the room, wait two minutes then follow me.
  • *imperturbable, Sherlock starts pacing slowly over to the woman. It appears she doesn't notice, but something in her back stiffens. then, as Sherlock gets closer, she starts walking away, with measured steps, towards the exit.
  • Sherlock picks up his pace, almost unnoticeably, but not to the woman, who switches to a fast walk. John realizes something is wrong. Then she begins to run and time slows down, as her hand let go of the champagne glass and the liquid seems to float out in the air.
  • the glass shatters on the ground, and time turns back to normal as Sherlock bursts out running, followed immediately by John. People gasp and turn their heads as the three rush through the crowd. "excuse me," John automatically says as he pushes people away, trying to reach Sherlock and the woman, but they've already stormed out of the hall doors.*
  • *after chasing her through a few corridors Sherlock finally reaches the woman. He grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around.
  • Irene Adler: Hello mister Holmes.
  • *Sherlock flinches as he meets the face looking back at him. panting from the chase, he stares at Irene with concealed shock, agitated, as Irene stares back, her face showing the same mix of painful feelings.*
  • *theme music starts playing*.

I get so fucking mad when I watch interviews and the interviewers are trash. Seriously how hard can it be to find an interviewer that isn’t sexist or tries to objectify the artists or actors they interview, have some respect. I also hate interviewers that are so obvious while hitting on the person they are interviewing on LIVE television. THIS IS YOUR JOB!! You’re not in a club this is not a casual interaction. This is your profession, act like it. Don’t be unprofessional. I cringe every time I watch these interviews, they make me feel so uncomfortable and most important it makes the people you’re interviewing uncomfortable. I’ve seen this so many times I want to cry.

Telling a bunch of 21-23 year olds “I am younger than I look and very fertile” is so inappropriate. I as a 19 year old can see that, heck you as a 30 year old something woman should know that too. You shouldn’t hit on the people you’re interviewing, it’s awkward. Doesn’t matter if you are a lot older than them or their age, it is still wrong. Touching another person without their permission is also something that should struck you as an adult, as something that shouldn’t be done while doing your job (you shouldn’t touch another person without permission period). Even if it’s just hair, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care if this is your way of connecting with the fans, it’s weird and us (the fans) aren’t here for it. (1D on The View)

Isn’t there a class people can take so they learn how to interview properly. I’ll teach it if it’s needed, interviewing 101. Seriously telling a person “you look tired, maybe we should cut this interview short so you can take a nap” or “you need a red bull” is not something a person that has been doing weeks of promo for something they have worked really hard on and they haven’t had the time to rest properly needs to hear. It’s just plain rude. (Cara Delevingne on Good Day Sacramento). I can’t stress enough how upset it makes me to see these interviews. (John Green words perfectly why this interview was just wrong in this article)

Making comment after comment about someone’s looks and pointing out what you don’t like about it is plain rude. Some things should just not be said in an interview, like “I’m a toe guy and your toes are great”. It makes people really uncomfortable and it ruins the whole point of the interview. (Cast of Fantastic Four on Rock 100.5 Morning Show)

I will never understand if these interviewers ignore the awkwardness in the room or they are just plainly blind to what is happening. I know some people don’t know how to read other people but come on. When the people they are interviewing are very obvious showing that they are uncomfortable with what you are asking them, maybe I don’t know change the question? Move on. Instead of pushing it further. When the interview comes to a point where the artist needs to ask you questions because all your questions have been shit, you should really take that as a sign. Don’t make them beg you to ask questions about what they really are there for. (1D on Telehit Special Report)

I’m sick and tired of interviewers saying the dumbest and most offensive shit in interviews. You get the chance to interview these bright, talented and amazing people that have worked hard on something, don’t ask shit questions, don’t make them uncomfortable. These people are here to answer your questions, yes, but they shouldn’t have to put up with your bullshit. Ask about their new movie, the making of it, the new album, the new single, the music videos and everything about their art. Do not ask personal questions that no one really wants to know, and do not blame it on “oh the fans want to know” or “our audience wants us to ask” I can assure you we (the fans/the audience) sure as hell don’t want you to ask that. Don’t blame us for your lack of questions. Just do your research on who you’re interviewing and ask good questions. Basically what I’m asking you is, do your job. Be professional.  

These artists and actors have to put up with so much bullshit from some interviewers I’m surprised they can keep their cool for so long. I sure as hell could never do that. I applaud you for not saying anything rude back. I applaud you for being the bigger person. 

Post-Winter Soldier Bucky having a lot of issues seeing himself as more than a tool or a weapon, and one that has done some horrible things at that.

Steve’s casual physical affection and Sam’s slaps on the back reminding him that not every interaction between people is violent.

Bucky taking selfies on days that he’s feeling good so that he has proof that his body can be something that is beautiful.

Tony’s fascination with figuring out his arm and his cheerful chatter while he exclaims over it helping Bucky feel like it’s a part of him that maybe he could like someday.

Bucky finding out that Steve draws him all the time, and being dumbstruck that anyone would want to. Going silent again when he sees how lovely the drawings are and knowing that Steve doesn’t do anything unless he does it honestly.

Bucky sending the pictures he takes to Steve. Steve smiles whenever he gets one and shakes his head a bit; happy to see his progress. Anyone would assume that he was amused by Bucky’s vanity.

But Steve always replies, and he always says the same thing.

You’re looking good, soldier. You feeling good, too?

After a while – more often than not – the reply is the same, too.

Yeah. I think I am.

emberblazewing  asked:

*gives you a badly wrapped present* "It's from Lila. She couldn't be here but she says "I'll wait for my Prince under the Mistletoe until he comes back to wake me up." I think that's what she said, anyway. Merry Christmas!" Ember said, in one breath.

Leigh raised a eyebrow looking at her.
“Uh… do I know you? Lila? Awesome.”
He took a bow.
“I am Leigh Winchster prince of Hell, You are?”

This Is Proof That Liberal Media Has Failed Us
  • Host: Yo, welcome to Board Smashers! Everyone knows who I am!
  • Co-Host: And my name is Helen.
  • Host: Mark's on the camera! All together we're the Blast Corps!
  • Cameraman: Blast Corps is the worst name you've come up with yet.
  • Host: What the fuck ever. Check this out! *shows writhing flesh mass to the camera*
  • Flesh Mass: Augggh! Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuugh!
  • Cameraman: What the fuck!? You're actually touching that thing!?
  • Host: What's the matter? It's just a bunch of skin! *tosses flesh mass at the camera*
  • Cameraman: *stumbles backward* Keep that thing the fuck away from me!
  • Host: Haha, dude! Don't be such a pussy.
  • Flesh Mass: Aaaaaaaaauuuuuugh! *gurgles*
  • Cameraman: I don't care if I'm being a pussy. That thing is disgusting. It looks diseased.
  • Host: Your dick's diseased, dude.
  • *at a department store*
  • Flesh Mass: Aaaaugh! Aaaaaauggh! Aaaaaaauuuuuugh! *coughs*
  • Co-host: *cradling the flesh mass in a blanket* Hush little baby. Don't you cry.
  • Host: Mark, are you recording?
  • Cameraman: Yeah.
  • Host: Okay, let's do this!
  • Co-host: *walks up to an employee* Excuse me, but where could I find some diapers for my baby child?
  • Employee: Uhh, yeah, they're- Hey, you guys can't film in here.
  • Host: It's okay, we're filming a documentary about teen parents.
  • Employee: You'll have to film it outside.
  • Co-host: Excuse me, have you forgot about me and my sweet baby child. I need diapers for my baby boy. Look, my precious boy is all swollen from all of the poop in his glands. *shows the flesh mass to the employee*
  • Flesh Mass: Aaaauuuuuugh! Aaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugh!
  • Employee: WHAT THE FUCK!? *stumbles backwards* I'M GETTING FUCKING SECURITY!
  • Co-host: Is there a problem with my baby? He's ever so sweet. Here, I'll let you hold him yourself. *drops the flesh mass on employee*
  • Employee: GET IT FUCKING OFF ME! HELP! HELP!
  • Cameraman: Uh, I think it's time that we get out of here.
  • Host: Haha, holy shit! You're right. Come on, Hel. We gotta skeddadle!
  • *they skeddadle*
  • Co-host: *gently rocks flesh mass while cradling it* My sweet baby boy. My beautiful little angel. How I cherish you.
  • Host: I can't believe we actually fucking did that! Mark, you got it all on camera, right?
  • Cameraman: No shit, I told you I was recording. I don't know how I feel about this. I think we traumatized that guy.
  • Host: He'll get over it! Do you think Chev will like it?
  • Cameraman: Chev is a complete maniac, so it'll probably one of his favorite things ever.
  • Flesh Mass: Aaaaaugh! Aaaaaaauuuuugh... H-H-Helen. Helen, Helen, Helen, Helen.
  • Co-host: *drops the flesh mass* It just said my name. It said my fucking name!
  • Host: Huh?
  • Co-host: Why did it just say my fucking name?
  • Host: I don't know. Maybe it's because you kept treating it like it was actually your baby way after the prank was over.
  • Co-host: I thought it was cute. It's not cute now that it's saying my name.
  • Cameraman: I told you guys that thing is bad news.
  • Host: Shut the fuck up, dude. All it's doing is saying Hel's name. That's like, whatever. It's still just a big clump of skin.
  • Flesh Mass: Helen, Helen, Helen, Helen.
  • Co-host: I can't take this. I'm going home.
  • Cameraman: Yeah, I'm out too. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow. That's if you get rid of that thing first.
  • Host: Both of you guys are fucking lame, I swear!
  • *host returns to her abode*
  • Flesh Mass: Helen, Helen, Helen, Helen.
  • Host: *poking flesh mass* You never shut up. Do you?
  • Mom: *walks into host's bedroom*
  • Host: *quickly hides flesh mass under her pillows* Do you ever knock!?
  • Mom: I don't need to knock. It's my house.
  • Host: It doesn't matter. I still have a right to my privacy.
  • Mom: If you want privacy, you can move out on your own.
  • Host: Oh my god, here we go again. I don't want to go through this with you right now, mom!
  • Mom: I don't either. I just came to give you the phone. It's your fucking girlfriend. *tosses the phone at host and slams bedroom door*
  • Host: Hel, what's up?
  • Co-host: I'm a little stressed. Do you still have that thing?
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Co-host: Is it still saying my name?
  • Host: Yeah. It hasn't stopped since you and Mark left.
  • Co-host: Could you do me a favor and kill it for me.
  • Host: Kill it? Why?
  • Co-host: I can't relax knowing that thing is still saying my name. Please, kill it for me.
  • Host: Couldn't we just donate it to science instead. What if it's like an alien. We could be killing something unique!
  • Co-host: If you love me, you'll kill it.
  • Host: God, don't say that.
  • Co-host: Just kill it! Don't bother talking to me again if you don't kill it! *hangs up*
  • Host: *sighs* I'll never understand women. Not even myself.
  • Host: *takes flesh mass from under pillows* Guess you gotta go to hell, buddy... uhh..
  • Flesh Mass: *stares back up at host with a perfect replica of her own face* Yo, welcome to Board Smashers. Everyone knows who I am! Helen, Helen, Helen, Helen. I love you. Welcome to Board Smashers.
  • Host: This... this... THIS IS AWESOME!

anonymous asked:

"the belief that all members of each race possess characteristics, abilities, or qualities specific to that race, especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race or races." That is literally what comes up when you look up the definition of racism i am not disagreeing I am just being told one thing by tumblr and another by the dicitonary and trying to get educated by someone who seems to know what they mean but I'll just blindly accept that the dictionary is lying/wrong

Read all of that and never come back.

Google is your friend. Tumblr is your friend. Hell, my tags are your friend.

This is my personal blog. Stop expecting me to stop what i’m doing to educate you ignorant people all the fucking time…blowin up my inbox like this smh it’s fucking ridiculous.

  • what she says: im fine.
  • what she means: 96 days. its been 96 days since emma swan told killian jones she loves him and sacrificed herself to the darkness. 96 days. for 96 days i've refreshed the "ouat spoilers" tag, hoping for something...something that would fill the hole in my heart due to the lack of cs. what's going on??? how is killian doing??? will he ever get his true love back??? yes of course he will who am i kidding bUT AT WHAT COST???? its going to hurt like hell and i honestly dont know if i'll ever be ready for the pain. 42 more days.....42 days and the waiting will be over. my babies will be on my screen again and i'll be back to giffing them 24/7 and crying while doing so. 42 more days...42.......4......2........