how do you even stand me

arrabella  asked:

I need advice. My work is getting increasingly abusive. The store manager talks shit on me when she thinks i can't hear. My manager told me i seemed like a failure in my current role. They text me nonstop on my days off to come in. They promoted someone into our department and she constantly asks for my help (teaching her things she should already know!!!! As a manager!!) but then she turns around and lies about customer interactions. They change my schedule without telling me. How do i get out?

Keep applying to other stores and stand up to them by not taking on shifts on your days off. Since they don’t appreciate your hard work they don’t need you on your days off. Hopefully it’ll get into their skull they DO need you and you’re not a doormat anymore. Even if it does you keep applying to other places until you find somewhere less toxic. -Abby

anonymous asked:

Every woman knows that Ivar loves every sense about blood; from the look, touch, taste and smell. And a lot of us would actually allow him to have sex with any of us, even while bleeding. But what about eating you out? How many women would allow him to do that?

I feel like you’re trying to shock the Heathen Army with this question, sunglasses guy. You must not be aware of my deep and abiding love for this fic, A Blush So Deep, by our very own @captainpoopwienersoldier, which I will let stand as the definitive affirmative answer to your query. Read it and tell me if it made you blush, eh???

I can’t stop thinking about the wisecrack carrie fisher would make about debbie reynolds dying a day after her: the joke about her family, always bringing the drama, the ‘she couldn’t stand to let me have all the attention even when I had just died. I want you all to remember that I did it first.’  

I like to imagine her in the afterlife adding material to her stand up: ‘I’m really disappointed to be here tonight, I was hoping I’d get to haunt george lucas for that metal bikini.’ ‘do you know how long the line for this place is? I flipped off nancy reagan and fidel castro on the way in. ’ ‘when I said dear lord please don’t let me live to see that orange buffoon be president I should have been a helluva lot more specific.’

playing to a sold out audience, her mother in the front row. bowie and rickman at a table in the back. 

some height difference prompts
  • i’m always scaring you on accident because 1) i walk silently 2) you never see me coming because i’m literally over a foot shorter than you 3) you just really don’t pay any attention to anything below chin level do you 
  • you always put things on the top shelves because that’s pretty much eye level to you and so you think it makes sense but exCUSE ME, IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED YET I’M ACTUALLY THE SIZE OF A SEVENTH GRADE CHILD AND WHY ARE YOU PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELVES THAT’S BASICALLY A DIFFERENT ATMOSPHERIC LAYER TO ME YOU SENTIENT TREE
  • “how tall are you even??” “like six seven i think, idk” “what the fuck” 
  • i have to stand on a chair to be intimidating when i yell at you and you always start laughing at how ridiculous i look and damn it your cuTE LAUGH ISN’T GOING TO MAKE ME LESS ANGRY STOP HUGGING ME PUT ME DOWN I’M STILL MAD AT YOU
  • everyone seems to expect me to be some evil angry midget because i’m so short but i’m actually really chill, it’s my tall friend over there who’s pretty much satan 
  • stop being a snarky salt lord or i will elbow you in the crotch with no regrets. that’s what you get for being tall and an asshole. 
  • this is really awkward because i swear i know what your face looks like but i always recognize you by the top of your head and today you wore a hoodie/hat/coat so i was looking for you for about half an hour before you took off the hood/hat and i realized who you were

me: is having a pretty decent day

my mind: we know for a canon fact that keith and lance have their rooms next to each other. how many times do you think keith (post shiro disappearance) has woken up with a nightmare in the middle of the night, breathing heavily, looking for someone to calm him down? how many times do you think he went out of his room to stand in front of lance’s door, pondering whether to knock or not and ask him for some comfort. how many times do you think lance has heard his footsteps in front of his door and has gotten up of bed, standing on the other side of the door, waiting for keith to make a move. how many times do you think none of them has done anything.

me: what the fuck

Do you ever just fucking cry

You know how in Yuri’s YOI routine, it consists of mostly piano and the violin comes in to represent when Viktor came into Yuri’s life?


In the new duet ver of Stay Close To Me, as Yuri skates alone it is pure piano.



  • James: So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Lily: I did, I broke it-
  • James: No. No, you didn’t. Sirius?
  • Sirius: Don’t look at me. Look at Moony.
  • Remus: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Sirius: Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Remus: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
  • Sirius: Suspicious.
  • Remus: No, it’s not!
  • Peter: If it matters…probably not… Marlene was the last one to use it.
  • Marlene: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
  • Peter: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the tea stand at Hogsmeade earlier?
  • Marlene: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Peter!
  • Lily: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, James.
  • James: No. Who broke it?
  • Remus: Prongs, Mary’s been awfully quiet…
  • Mary: Really?!
  • Remus: Yeah, really!
  • [Cut to James in another room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
  • James: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

I know people are trying to be supportive, but I do not find the response that Christians should be less antisemitic because ‘Jesus was Jewish’ to be even remotely reassuring.

Like, not only has that failed to matter for 2,000 years of persecution, but also I would really like you to care about me simply because Jewish people are human beings whose culture is beautiful and unique, and not because it somehow validates your own expression of Christianity.

Standing for our safety as a people should never be motivated by how well we fit into your religious narrative, but by how much you respect our right to exist outside of it.

The thing is, Robert and Aaron were never a fairytale romance. They weren’t at the start, or at the middle, and god knows they won’t be a fairytale when they reach their inevitable end.

It’s not always an easy thing to accept, that a couple you love, that has been made amazing and incredible and, well, fairytale-esque is something that is spoiled, or that can be spoiled.

Neither Robert nor Aaron are heroes in their fairytales. They’ve both messed up in some way at some time or another, and they will again. They will hurt each other and themselves and their families. They are not heroes of a fairytale.

But that doesn’t mean they can’t still be heroes. For me, heroes aren’t people who do no wrong, but people who overcome obstacles. Not all of you will agree with me, and that’s fine. I don’t expect you to. My own personal viewpoint is that Aaron and Robert’s relationship is real. They haven’t been living in a bubble this whole time, blind to the world and all of its hardships. They’ve suffered along the way, they’ve hurt each other along the way. And yet they still manage to come through. They still manage to overcome the obstacles, even though they’re sometimes up against unbelievable odds.

If you don’t have darkness, you can’t see the light. That is a cliche and one that doesn’t always ring true. But I hope in this case, for Robert and Aaron, it does. They were never a fairytale. They never purported to be. What they are, are two men trying to fumble and trip their way through the darkness, and help each other out of the other side, into the light.

  • Gray: So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Wendy: I did, I broke it-
  • Gray: No. No, you didn’t. Natsu?
  • Natsu: Don’t look at me. Look at Lucy.
  • Lucy: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Natsu: Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Lucy: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
  • Natsu: Suspicious.
  • Lucy: No, it’s not!
  • Juvia: If it matters... probably not... Erza was the last one to use it.
  • Erza: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
  • Natsu: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the tea stand earlier?
  • Erza: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Natsu!
  • Wendy: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Gray.
  • Gray: No. Who broke it?
  • Lucy: Hey, Gajeels’s been awfully quiet…
  • Gajeel: Really?!
  • Lucy: Really!
  • [Cut to Natsu in another room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
  • Natsu: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

With the whole “Honeymoon in Alola” thing going around now, I was thinking about how a marriage proposal would even go between them.

Like Green would be like “Since I know you can’t do it, nor would you have the guts to, I’m gonna ask you.” and he gets on one knee and proposes to Red. Red cracks from his stoic expression, cracking a smile and tearing up a little, and softly nods his head.

Green then stands up and slides the ring onto his finger. Not Red’s finger, his own finger. Red points at it confused and Green’s like “Nah, I was looking around everywhere and everything seemed to suit me better, so I decided to get it for myself.”

The signs as letters between Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West
  • Aries: "Do you really love me? Much? Passionately not reasonably?"
  • Taurus: "But I do adore you — every part of you from heel to hair. Never will you shake me off, try as you may."
  • Gemini: "I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about — with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it."
  • Cancer: "I wish I didn’t love you so much. No I don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad I do. I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you."
  • Leo: "Yes, I am glad you miss me, even if it is ‘damned unpleasant.'"
  • Virgo: "You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I really don’t resent it."
  • Libra: "The flowers have come and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you—"
  • Scorpio: "I wish you could live in my brain for a week. It is washed with the most violent waves of emotion."
  • Sagittarius: "You may have discovered entire new countries in your own soul."
  • Capricorn: "I find I get more and more disagreeably solitary; In fact I foresee the day when I shall have gone too far into myself that there will no longer be anything to be seen of me at all. Will you, please, remember to pull away the coverings from time to time?"
  • Aquarius: "I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd."
  • Pisces: "I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star."

Even if you could do all those things, but how could you be someone who could do that? The world would know that you were the one that betrayed every last one of our partners. Betray the memory of Charles Vane. 

Charles Vane is dead. I’d do it for us. It’s how it started. It’s how it’s going to end.

Also how INTP may show affection

-Insult you less

-Offer you a piece of my food and if you say no it’s okay I’ll give it to you anyway (you’re welcome)

-ask you what you’re doing (even if it’s obvious) and stand/sit next to you

-put effort into answering your questions with less sarcasm (even if they are somewhat stupid and I’m tired which is hard for me so lucky you)

-awkwardly compliment you

-poke you in the cheek or arm (that’s all the physical touch I can initiate sorry)

-*sometimes* lean into you

me, showing up in ur room in the middle of the night: have you watched dirk gently yet?

me, suddenly stepping out of a dark alley: do you even know how good dirk gently is?

me, dangling in front of ur window: dirk gently is not only brilliantly written but  also  has a wonderful cast!

me, tapping u on the shoulder while standing in line behind you: dirk gently is a masterpiece and isn’t getting enough appreciation.

me, every second of every day: just watch dirk gentl!!!!!1111!!!!!!


| Warnings: Smut, punishment, daddy kink, sex toys. |


“Go to your room. Now.”

Dan’s voice was stern, and honestly, he was fucking pissed.
[Y/N] had been annoying him all day, and he had enough.

She walked into the bedroom she shared with Dan, sitting with her legs crossed in the middle of the bed, just like every other time she was sent to their room.

After a few minutes, she heard the door fly open, Dan standing within the doorway holding the knob.

“Do you know how fucking naughty you’ve been, little one?”

He spoke, walking to the edge of the bed to face [Y/N].

She shook her head, and he raised an eyebrow to this.

“Really? Even though you crawled on top of me during my liveshow, purring in my ear? Even though you turned off my computer while I was editing so you’d get my attention? You don’t think that’s naughty?”

Again, she shook her head.

“Clothes off, ass up.”

She quickly stripped off the old tee shirt of Dan’s she was wearing, then her underwear, and rolled onto her stomach, propping her ass into the air and resting her face against the soft duvet.

Dan’s large hands cupped her hips, propping her up further and putting her legs together. She pouted at this, earning a soft smack to her hip.

“No kitten, this is punishment, you’re not supposed to enjoy it.”

Dan’s hand moved from her hip to her throat, lifting her up slightly and wrapping a soft piece of fabric around her face. He loosely tied it around her eyes. “Is that ok, little one?” She nodded, and he pushed her head back into the mattress.

Then she heard the sound of clinking metal, she knew she was definitely in trouble.

Dan’s belt.

He ripped it from the loops in his jeans and bent it in half, smacking it against the large palm of his hand.

“Count to ten, kitten.”







The hits continued, [Y/N] made it to ten by the grace of everything that is holy.

Blood trickled down her thighs as Dan admired the scene in front of him.

Her ass was as red as a cherry, blood dripping from the cuts his leather belt had produced, soft cries coming from her as she lay there, still propped up in the position Dan put her in, like a worn out doll in a used toy store.

He loved seeing her like this.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, little one.”

He couldn’t see it, but a light blush crawled across her cheeks. She mumbled a ‘thank you.’ into the mattress, scared to move an inch in case of more punishment.

To her surprise, she felt Dan wiping away the blood on her ass with a rag, kissing the cuts once he was done.

“Since you were such a good girl, daddy wants to reward you, do you want a reward, princess?”

[Y/N] nodded, “Yes daddy, please, thank you daddy.” She again mumbled into the mattress.

“You’re welcome, kitten.”

Dan leaned down, pulling a box from under the bed, it was where he kept all of their play toys.

He pulled out a long, thin, pink vibrator.

“On your back, spread your legs.”

She again rolled over, onto her back and spreading her legs as Dan told her.

He pushed the toy against her lips, instructing her to suck on it, and she did, Dan pulled it away from her mouth, dragging it down her naked body to her entrance, turning it on and slowly pushing it inside of her.

Soft moans escaped her pink lips as Dan thrust the toy in and out of her repeatedly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, princess, cum for daddy.”

Dan curved the toy upward, hitting her g-spot and making her body tremble, she then came, and he rode out her orgasm, slowly thrusting into her a few more times before pulling the toy out and turning it off.

He pulled the blindfold off of [Y/N], making her watch as he sucked and licked the toy clean.

He threw it haphazardly on the bed beside her, before scooping her up into his arms and holding her close.

“Are you still mad at me, daddy?”

Dan looked at her, pushing a strand of her [H/C] hair away from her face.

“Babygirl, I was never truly mad at you.”

Audio 11: Teasing The Fatty

A long teasing audio :) I didn’t go too mean since that’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I did include some name calling and a bit of a mocking tone.

I can’t believe how much you’ve grown, piggy. Look at that gut spilling into your lap. Stand up for me. Ha! Just as I thought, almost half way down to your knees. Now walk a few steps if you can manage it. Look at your flab jiggle as you waddle. Stay standing while I examine you. Wow… do you even realize how huge you’ve gotten? How much you’ve let yourself go? Not many people get as fat as you have. And you’re not even done yet, are you? I’m really impressed with how wide you are. I noticed when you sit your thighs spread quite a bit and practically double in width. My poor pig is probably so embarrassed when you have to sit next to someone in public. Your fat ass and thighs overflowing into the seat next to you. Do you get dirty looks because of it, piggy? Someone sees a huge porker like you sitting on a bus or in a waiting room, they roll their eyes and wonder how someone can do that to themselves. I bet it’s not much better riding in your own car. Your gut squeezes up against the steering wheel, doesn’t it? When you pull into the McDonald’s drive thru for the second time that day, the employees all snicker… Your shirt riding up, exposing your stretch mark covered belly, the seat belt extender straining to contain it all. Oh I just thought of a question for you, tubby. What do you do if there are no seats available? A bloated pig like you can’t stand for too long. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how easily you get out of breath just from a few measly steps. It’s quite amusing actually. I like when we go out to the buffet for dinner… You’re so eager to fill up your plate but it’s just so much work now, isn’t it? You come back to the table and you’re trying to disguise all those gasps for air as contented sighs. I really should just start getting your food for you, but it turns me on to watch you struggle. Not to mention you look so cute coming back to the table all red faced and tuckered out. When we met I had hoped we’d be able to go on short walks every night, just to spend time together and get a little exercise. That’s done now though, right fatty? I guess I shouldn’t expect much movement from you at all anymore. You’re lucky I like taking care of fattened hogs. I mean, you can’t even tie your own shoes anymore. I knew I’d have to do a fair amount of the cooking and housework when you started growing, but you’re so helpless without me now. I’m not complaining. I like controlling every single bite that goes into that greedy mouth. Remember when 6000 calories used to count as a stuffing? Ha! That’s a daily minimum for you now. I suppose that’s why funnels were invented. I don’t even need to tie your chubby hands to anything anymore. As soon as you see me walk into the room with a funnel and a gallon of shake, you turn into such an obedient pig. You lay back and wrap your lips around the tube, inhaling it faster than I can pour. Your chubby cheeks and double chin look even bigger when you’re swallowing huge mouthfuls like that. My favourite part is when your hands naturally gravitate towards your gut while you’re eating. It turns you on, doesn’t it? Being treated like a true pig that only eats their meals through a tube? I guess one of the downsides is not being able to find clothes that fit your massive, blob of a body. Oh well… guess you’ll just be stuck in too-small clothes for a while. Does that bother you? I know at home it’s not so bad, having your obese body exposed all the time. But when we go out to dinner or to get groceries, you must be so nervous. Any second a button could burst open or a seam could rip. It’s adorable watching you tug at your shirt, trying to pull it down over your massive middle. Do you think it’s actually possible to cover that? Keep dreaming, piggy.

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Do you remember how I hate bananas? Because I remember how you can’t stand slow drivers and you hate how your roommate always leaves the water running in the shower.
And I remember how my heart sank to my feet when you said you thought she was beautiful
It’s always the person they tell you not to worry about and I’m reminding myself that I’m beautiful even if you’re not here to tell me that I am.
And I’m sorry I’m still in love with you
Even if you’ve fallen in love with her.
—  I remember your voice & I remember how I felt.
Inspired by @downurs
Don’t Touch Her (Theo x Reader)

Character: Theo Raeken (and Stiles, kinda)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Sister!Reader, Stilinski!Reader

Title: Don’t Touch Her

Requested by anon:

Hi! Could you do a theo raeken imagine? Like i’m stiles’s little sister and is dating theo? And the dread doctors capture me and turn me into something and they both try their hardest to save me by working together and all that? Thank you!

She had put it off for nearly an hour now, and even then she didn’t really want to go. But Y/N had to break the moment and stand up from their cuddling position.

“Are you leaving?” Theo asked her even if he knew the answer, watching how she put her coat back on.

“I have to” The girl glanced at him, resigned. “Stiles will kill me if he finds out that I was late because I was here with you”

Her boyfriend couldn’t help but to roll his eyes at that statement.

Keep reading

  • Mike: So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Eleven: I did, I broke it-
  • Mike: No. No, you didn’t. Dustin?
  • Dustin: Don’t look at me. Look at Lucas.
  • Lucas: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Dustin: Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Lucas: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
  • Dustin: Suspicious.
  • Lucas: No, it’s not!
  • Will: If it matters...probably not...Nancy was the last one to use it.
  • Nancy: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
  • Will: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee stand at the store earlier?
  • Nancy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Will!
  • Eleven: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Mike.
  • Mike: No. Who broke it?
  • Lucas: Mike, Jonathan's been awfully quiet...
  • Jonathan: Really?!
  • Lucas: Yeah, really!
  • [Cut to Mike in another room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
  • Mike: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.