how dare he is to do this to me

I remember I swiped right on this dude cause we were in same class till grade 9 just cause I wanted to see if he matched with me but he didn’t so I was like cool he nvr will but he did and he sent me a msg and I’m going to kil myself how dare I do this to myself

anonymous asked:

okay but have you thought about divorced dad Mr. Krupp

*slams my fist on the table*  THIS IS THE CONTENT I AM HERE FOR

Oh. My God. Oh my God? Oh!! I love this!! Imagine him with….a child. And he would be The Most Bitter ex omg—Can you imagine? How dare you!! I have so many Thoughts and Feelings flowing through me right now

I was just about to say “aww can you imagine someone calling him Daddy!!” but then I was like. uh yeah half of y’all probably!!

wow. I need to think about this more. Consider he’s got a kid around 8-10….and they stay with him for the summer or something and then come back after playing outside like “Dad!! I made some friends today!! They have a super cool treehouse–”

And Mr. Krupp just whips the fuck around like nnnnnnnnnOPE DO NOT EVER PLAY WITH THEM YOU ARE BANNED FROM THAT TREEHOUSE!!

omg. I LOVE THIS. Guys. Give me fucking DDMK (Divorced Dad Mr Krupp obviously!!!!)

Locked Door

Three darn knocks on his door made his blood pressure rise. He knew better to lock the door, but hey, he was mad with Evan’s behaviour—what did he wrong anyway?


Evan knew how to make a day go by shitty.


After seconds of contemplating, Ohm had barely opened the door and had found himself shoved to the wall on his right; the door slammed shut with a foot. He felt fingers wrapping around his neck, lips ghosting on his own… and then that one voice that kept sending him to oblivion: “how dare you flirt around me, Ryan. You do know that you’re fucking mine.”


He wanted to counter with something stupid, but the Asian shut up him with a leg between his own, causing a moan to slip.


“You’ve been a very bad boy nowadays. What is happening to my baby, hm?” Evan said, not letting Ohm say anything, “I hope after this exercise… you will remember who you belong to.”


Well, fuck.

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TRASH panda. 

This was done during Grouch ( @chocobaes )’s streaming today. It was an amazing stream. Thank youuuuu >W< <3

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Me before Fantastic Beasts movie: I like how Ron and Harry add little comments to the book, it’s so like them, and it adds a comedic touch to what is, although an interesting read, rather a dry one. Haha, I can so imagine them being bored in class and doodling - this old Newt Scamander dude really did drag on a bit when he was writing this.

Me after Fantastic Beasts movie:
HOW FUCKING DARE YOU DEFACE THE SACRED WORK OF MR NEWTON ARTEMIS FIDO SCAMANDER WHO TF DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HE IS A FUCKING HERO WHO DOES NOT DESERVE THIS SHIT HE WORKED SO HARD ON THAT BOOK AND EVERYTHING IS SO DETAILED BECAUSE HE IS SO PASSIONATE ABOUT IT AND HE EVEN DID LITTLE DRAWINGS OF ALL OF THE CREATURES AND HE JUST CARES ABOUT THEM SO MUCH OHMYGOD HE WAS BEING DRAGGED AWAY TO WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN HIS DEATH AND HE JUST BEGGED THEM NOT TO HARM HIS CREATURES HE PUT HIS HEART AND SOUL INTO THIS BOOK AND NOW HE IS “long since resigned to the endless graffitiing of his masterpiece”, HE SO DOES NOT DESERVE THIS HE IS A PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL AND YOU ARE MAKING HIM VERY VERY SAD SHAME ON YOU SHAME SHAME SHAME HOW DARE YOU

Originally posted by tiredwitch

Punk vs Pastel

A fic for the Carry On Countdown

“I mean, who does he think he is?” Simon hisses through a mouthful of cherry scone.  I look up from my textbook and follow Simon’s gaze to where Baz is sitting across the room, facing the other way.

           “I don’t know, Simon,” I sigh, “how dare he have the audacity to wear eyeliner?”

           “Exactly!”

           I roll my eyes and sip my coffee.  Simon had always had an odd obsession with Baz, although perhaps paranoia is closer to the mark.

           “Penny,” he elbows me gently, “what do you think he’s plotting?”

           “Honestly?  Nothing.”

           He turns to me, looking betrayed.  “Baz is always plotting, you know that.”

           “Do I, Simon?” I raise an eyebrow.  “If I had a scone for every time you were convinced he was plotting and it turned out to be nothing, I’d have too many scones to count. Besides, what dastardly plan could he possibly have that involves wearing eyeliner?”

           “It’s to distract me,” he assures me, “to slow down my progress.  To get inside my head.”

           “Si, that happened long ago.”

           He frowns.  “Whatever.  We’ve got to do something.”

           “We?  Oh, no. If you have something against Baz’s style choices, you can deal with it yourself.  I’m not getting involved.”

           “Oh, I’ll deal with it,” he murmurs, almost to himself.  “I’ll give him something to think about.”

 

The next morning, Simon marches into the dining hall with pastel pink hair and triumph in his smirk. He drops into his seat next to me with a tray full of cherry scones and seems more relaxed than I’ve seen him in a long time.

           “Morning, Penny.”

           “Morning, Simon.”

           “Notice anything different?”

           “Nope.”

           He shoots me a look.

           “Of course I do,” I relent, “and it looks good.”

           Simon grins.  “It drove Baz mad.”

           “Are you sure?  Baz is sort of in a constant state of mad.”

           “Oh, I’m sure,” he chuckles, “I’ve never seen him look so flustered.”

           “When did you even do this?”

           “Last night.  I got some pink hair dye from Trixie.”

           I choke on my scone.  “You dragged my roommate into this?”

           “It’s no big deal,” he brushes it off, “she has like twenty boxes of the stuff, in all different colours.  She said she would dye my hair anytime.”

           “Hopefully this game won’t last that long,” I mutter.

 

It does.  It lasts that long.

           Because on Monday, Baz is wearing a black leather jacket with gold studs on the shoulders.  

           And on Tuesday, Simon deviates from his Watford uniform and shows up wearing a knitted sweater in a softer shade of yellow than I would have thought possible.

           I start a series of sketches.  I’ve never been much of an artist, but suddenly my margins are filling up with the latest installments of this fashion war.  I mentally title the series “Punk vs Pastel”.

           Here I’d thought Simon and Baz were already rivals on every possible medium.  Clearly I was wrong.  Those two could make a battle out of a butterfly.

           A week later, after they’ve both had the chance to get out and go shopping, Baz adds ripped black jeans to the ensemble while Simon adds light-wash jeans.  Baz gets combat boots.  Simon gets Converse in a pink that matches his hair, that is until he enlists Trixie’s help again and switches to lilac.  I start using coloured pencils in my drawings.  Because what would this war be without the colours?

           Baz slicks back his hair with gel.

           Simon wears a flower crown of rosebuds.

           Baz gets black lipstick.

           I can only imagine what the two of them living together must be like right now.

           I get my answer the next day, when I find a smudge of that black lipstick on Simon’s chin and a dazed look in his eyes.

           I pretend not to see.

           But I smile to myself.  

           And of course, I add the smudge to my sketch.

Pants on Fire (Jughead Jones x Reader) Prompt Request

Request: Hi! could u do #2 with Jughead?

2: “Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

“Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”  You mumbled at your best friend Archie, as your boyfriend Jughead laughed at you.  

“You and I both know he won’t do that,” Archie smirked as Jughead continued talking, “he likes the attention from the ladies too much.”

“Hey!” The red head slapped the dark haired boy over the head. “I do not.  These shorts are mandatory for my fitness class.”  You walked towards the gym aimlessly.

“Mandatory my ass.”  Your boyfriend gave you a look.

“Since when do you swear.  I thought you were against it.” Archie burst into a fit of laughter.

“Dude! Your girlfriend swears like a trucker.”

“Says the man in the spandex.” Archie’s jaw slacked.

“How dare you insult me.  I can’t be best friends with you anymore.” He fake mocked as he pouted.  Jughead watched, amused at your banter.

“You’re an ass.”

“That’s two already Jug,” Archie chuckled as you swore some more, “How did you not know that your girlfriend swore so much.”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Guess I never-”

“Shit.” You interrupted as you walked into the garbage bin.

“I’m noticing it a lot more now.” He deadpanned.

“Boy does my best friend have a filthy mouth.” Archie smirked at you cunningly.

“Yes she does.” Jughead pulled you in for a sloppy kiss.

“Gross.”

listen men will be paying for everything, insisting on it despite you wanna to pay for your own share, just so they can throw it back in ur face if u start arguing w him about any bad shit he is doing to you.. its an abusive way to control you, to always have something he can use as a “look at all im doing for you how dare you complain about me cheating/yelling/hurting you/hitting you/breaking things etc.”, to keep you dependent on him and make him seem faultless

I don’t let men pay for anything but their own shit anymore bc I learnt my lesson w this shit. many more women should be doing the same, please pay for your own share

Introductions

Summary: Punk!Phil introduces pastel!Dan to his friends, and he has a great reception. (thanks for the internet dating/meeting of friends prompt from an anon!)

Genre: sin

Word Count: 4.1k

Includes: voyeurism (truth or dare style!), praisekink!dan, short!dan, online relationship/meeting for the first time, and a bit of spooning at the end for an anon who wanted it

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Relationship Problems {Sentence Starters}

  • “Who the hell was she/he?!”
  • “Maybe it’s time for me to leave.”
  • “I can’t trust anything you tell me.”
  • “I never meant to hurt you like this.”
  • “I know you were out with her/him!”
  • “How can I even trust you anymore?!”
  • “Look, I just don’t think this is working.”
  • “Don’t you dare tell me to ‘calm down’!”
  • “How could you do this to me? To US?!”
  • “Get out of my house and out of my life!”
  • “Get the hell away from me! I HATE you!”
  • “I have to go. I can’t be with you any longer.”
  • “Look, I’m sorry! Give me another chance?”
  • “Do you even understand what you’re doing?”
  • “Could you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
  • “What were you doing tonight? Tell me the truth.”
  • “How can I say I’m sorry and make it up to you?”
  • “You want my FORGIVENESS? Keep dreaming!”
  • “You promised! You PROMISED me you wouldn’t!”
  • “Go away. I can’t even stand to look at you right now.”
  • “How can I apologize if you won’t give me a chance?”
  • “Don’t bother coming back. You’re not welcome here.”
  • “Do you want your knife from my back before you go?" 
  • "I know you were cheating on me. I was just afraid to say it.”

Reminder of how personally offended Yuu felt when a demon used Mika’s form to make him succumb to revenge because, and I quote:

“Mika is not that kind of person! He is not like me. He wouldn’t tell me to get revenge. He was always smart, but an idiot who’s nice to everyone. He’s always taking all the burdens alone… So who the hell are you?! How dare you pretend to be my family? What do you think you know about my precious family?!”

Caeser: So you’re the courier who’s been causing so many problems with my troops. you slaughtered my men at Nelson, destroyed Cottonwood Cove, killed my mighty Vulpes, ruined my plot to overtake the Omertas, and reversed the sabotage of Camp McCarran
Courier Six: :)
Caeser: How dare you show your face here. Why did you even come?
Courier Six: U asked
Caeser: damn u right
Caeser: anyways wanna do me a solid