i actually can't put it down

Actual Quotes from my Dad (An English Teacher)
  • Dad: Why the hell did you put a comma there?
  • Dad: Do you even know what a participial phrase is?
  • Dad: Omg. He's like my favorite character of all time.
  • Dad: Who should I dress up as for the movie premier?
  • Dad: Hey are you awak? I know it's late, but you read Animal Farm, right? Yeah. I need you to read this report. I can't tell if I am just super tired or if this is actual bullshit.
  • Dad: Alesha wouldn't be able to spell 'definitely' right if wrote it down for her. She would fucking erase it and then write 'defiantly', because she doesn't care. I hate her.
  • Dad: I need you to bake brownies. I lost a bet.
  • Dad: Omg. You cannot ship me with Gilcher. You know I don't like tattoos and he's like twenty-five. And for Christ's sake, he teaches math.
  • Dad: Omg. Gilcher said the funniest thing today.
  • Dad: Mrs. Ashworth and I have decided to start a band. It'll be called Great Expectations.
  • Dad: It's like you didn't read the fucking book.
  • Dad: Okay. So this week you're reading this book I stole from Mrs. Ashworth's. It's like sixty pages long, but you'll love it.
  • Dad: *puts books on my bed for me to read everyday and demands that I read them*
  • Dad: My son doesn't like reading. I have not only failed him, but society. You aren't my son. Leave.
  • Dad: Okay. So you're getting books for Christmas. All of you. I get discounts on them since I'm a teacher, and since I'm a teacher, it's all I can afford, so...
  • Dad: Fucking standardized testing can go fuck itself in the ass.
  • Dad: I have to teach for the required testing instead of what they really need to know.
  • Dad: Fuck the government.
  • Dad: Fuck the school board.
  • Dad: Close the door.
  • Dad: Charles Dickens was so fucking pretentious, and I hate him, but he also caused change, but he's such a Dick. Ha. DICKens.
  • Dad: I love puns.
  • Dad: People who say sarcasm is the lowest form of humor are assholes.
  • Dad: Please shut up.
  • Dad: Catching Fire was the worst book but the best movie and that feels weird.
  • Dad: I wouldn't get so mad when you call me at school if you didn't change your ringtones to inappropriate rap music.
  • Dad: I fucking hate Alesha. She asked what countries were apart of Austria-Hungary today and I almost told her to get out.
  • Dad: You cannot visit my school in a dress that short. There are boys there.
  • Dad: Barbra Parks is fucking Queen.
  • Dad: I need you to make me a good, relaxing playlist for silent reading. I'm too lazy.
  • Dad: If I have to watch two of my students grind on each other at one more dance, I will kill them both.
  • Dad: They act like I care what they think.
  • Dad: I hate homework.
  • Dad: I have decided to become a politician.
  • Dad: What's the one book with the guys and the one kills the other and the chick without a name who dies and the short angry man? Mouseman? Oh my fucking gosh. Of Mice and Men. I have failed.
  • Coworker: How are you liking that book, by the way?
  • Me: [what I want to say] I don't know. It's kind of slow, but in a way that makes me keep wanting to read it and I'm just waiting for it to get to the point where I can't put it down. I kind of want to read other books, but this one is still pretty good, I just don't know. I probably won't finish it for a while.
  • Me: [what I actually say] it's good.

buffynerd  asked:

I love writing and I love coming up with great ideas for stories and reading about how to write, etc. But, I sit down to write and nothing ever comes out of my head and onto the paper. I write outline after outline, but I can't put it together and when I do, it's shorter than expected and often a mess. What can I do to improve my ability to actually write anything?

Nobody decides they’re going to be a marathon runner and gets up and goes out and runs 26.2 miles. Because the first guy to do that might have gotten the job done, but he had a less than happy ending

You work up to it. You train. You practice writing in small bits. Honestly, if writing one good sentence is all you do today, that’s hella more than a lot of people are doing.

Write one good sentence today. It can be about anything. Tomorrow, pick a random topic or setting you’re familiar with and write one good sentence about that. The next day, pick a topic or setting about which you know exactly nothing, do 5 minutes of research and write one good sentence about that.

Then you move to two sentences, then a paragraph. Keep at it. Write more each time. Save everything you write. 

In addition to running, a lot of marathoners work out in other ways. For the writer, that means READING. READ, READ, READ. And now you get to read like a writer. If you missed this post we shared on reading like a writer, check it out. 

I suggest reading at least one book and taking actual notes on each chapter. You might not ever have to do that again, but I guarantee, the way you read will change and when you read good stuff, your life and your writing will get better. 

– Mod Aliya


she’s a handsome woman // panic! at the disco

Cas cheering up Sam
  • Sam: *is sad*
  • Cas: Do you want to talk about it?
  • Sam: I just... I feel like I've lost so much, you know?
  • Cas: I know. I wish there was something I could do.... Actually, maybe there is something.
  • Sam: Cas, you don't have to do anything.
  • Cas: But I know something that might help. It will take a little bit of time, though. Expect me back in a few days.
  • -A few days later-
  • Cas: Sam, I have something for you.
  • Sam: What is it?
  • Cas: I have found... your shoe. *holds out shoe*
  • Sam: *happy tears* Cas... I can't believe it.
  • Cas: *kneels down and puts the shoe on Sam's foot*

Got a new binder finally. The underworks one didn’t fit and I had to fold it up to my chest and then fold the excess down and then put a cheap Amazon binder on over that which

Took way too long and was really annoying

This one’s from gc2b though and I really like it. It actually does its job :P

oh and sorry for the shit lighting

(Remember not to wear your binder for more than eight hours! Take frequent breaks when wearing it! Never double bind!)

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips on finding the right daddy? Everyone I've met on SA is a scam, they pay $100 and want sex every time we meet up. I know girls have amazing SD's, why can't I find one? I am clearly not a stripper, but many men on the websites think that its just sex everytime.

First of all don’t come into my ask and put strippers down. Being a sugar baby isn’t some how better or more moral than stripping, or any other sex work. Implying that stripping is trashy is completely untrue and unfair. Looking like a stripper isn’t insulting, and it would not cause you to be undeserving of a reasonable allowance. Now for the advice you actually asked for lol. SA has been known to be getting shittier and shittier as time goes on. You should still use it, but it shouldn’t be the only site you use. Try using tinder, okcupid, and plenty of fish as well. Broadening your search is very helpful in finding a legit sugar daddy.

aclane  asked:

Hey Mama, this is my first ask but when I saw your box was open I couldn't restrain the urge to share some love. I can't believe how kind you always are to all your seedlings, it's actually rare to see such a caring and patient person nowadays especially knowing how busy you are. Please take care of yourself, I hope you're having a good day. I can't wait to see where the story is going to go, I'm sure I won't be disappointed, love you!

Thank you so much! This means a lot to me! I always try to be some kind of rolemodel, because I know many young folks follow me and I want them to have a place where they know they won’t be judged or put down. Also the fandom can be a very hateful place and I want to provide a bit of peace there. Of course I’m still biased, because I’m only human, but I just want everyone to have a nice time actually. I know I sometimes come off as rude, with the sassy replies, but I never mean them in a mean way, always in a fun way and I want everyone to know that they can always call me out on stuff and tell me if I made them feel uncomfortable. 

I love you too! 

pouncequick  asked:

I actually found you as an interesting Tumblr first, then realized, "Oh, author! I should check out some of her work." I've now finished four of your books (others on hold at the library), each of which had a "can't put it down" factor that resulted in my finishing it in less then 24 hours. My productivity may not thank you, but I do!


timetravelingdetective  asked:

ok, so the gang's getting together for a dance party night and suddenly a waltz comes on and everybody laughs cause who the hell put a waltz on a party playlist, but then Lance stands up, pulling Keith with him, and starts legit waltzing with him. Lance is actually really good but Keith is just tripping over his own feet and eventually they have to stop for the sake of Lance's toes but it "wasn't my fault" because "why did you even try you know I can't dance. no I'm not blushing you're blushing"

oh my gosh i seriously love this, i absolutely agree this is how klance dancing would go down,, the cutest dorks w sweet good dancer lance n blushy not so good dancer keith i lov,, this makes me happy thank u 

random-fandom-stalker  asked:

Image reaper with an s/o who is queen of all things taboo. They know every position, toy, all the retraints, and best bondage equipment and are not afraid to talk about it. But the kiker is they are still a v. They can't even hold hands with out blushing let alone a simple cheek kiss so you can forget about the rest. So how would the edge Lord deal with them being all bark no bite.

I’m very open with stuff like that, so I get that but I’m not really embarrassed about PDA.

  • He’s amused
    • Loving the way you blush
    • Right after you were talking about being tied up and spanked
  • He thinks it’s actually adorable
    • Somewhere deep down inside of him
  • Expect to be teased
    • He’d never let something like this go
    • Only stopping if you genuinely got upset
  • He’ll just tell you that you’ll have to put your words where your mouth is
    • Laughing at the way you just blush
    • He’s not joking however
  • You’ll just grow more comfortable with stuff
    • Mostly because Reaper wants to try the stuff you’d been saying
    • So that embarrassment quickly fades

anonymous asked:

I feel your worry and don't want to add to it. But you're 26,an adult, and parents sending you to Japan is a privilege in itself. There're some people who can't even fathom going abroad. I obviously don't know your family situation, but if you know they come from a poor background you should be the better person and not lambast them online for it. I know you're trying to better yourself but maybe you should've held off until you had enough money. It's moot now, but just some food for thought.

actually I worked for three years to pay for coming here. I feel like you just want to put me down because you think I have had some sort of privilege when I actually don’t.
To be able to come here I got acute tendinitis from overworking my right arm. I worked and saved money to come here but the money in the end finished. and I had to ask my parents to pay for school because I can’t afford it myself, because THE LAW here doesn’t allow me to work more than 28 hours per week and I get payed per hours.. And my parents also can’t afford it, but they did. Because they want me to succeed. 
I also couldn’t fathom going abroad some years ago. I rolled up my sleeves and I worked to get here. And by work I don’t mind that I was able to find a job. because I couldn’t, my country hasn’t work. our unemployment rate is one of the highest in all europe.

so I found a different way. I opened commissions. I drew almost everything. things I didn’t like, things I hated, things that made me want to throw up. But i needed the money. I payed for school and the flight fare and my deposit  and rent until that money ran out. I searched for a job and I found it even if I had been in japan for just 4 months. I can’t pay the school expenses so first my parents and me teamed up and payed half and half with the leftover money. The only part they payed full themselves was the last six months here and now both me and them are struggling to survive, because they are old and don’t work anymore.

So I really don’t accept you coming here telling me that there are poorer people in the world that shouldn’t see me complain because I reached out where they can’t. I created my chance by myself. I am suffering now because everything I worked so hard for might burst in a bubble and here you come saying these things to me in one of the most difficult times of my life

I hope you’re gonna think about what you did. And I am sure that the people you want to defend and protect in your ask are ashamed for what you did now. 

Shit I've Heard In Class (Part Four):
  • "I feel like we're about to die or something."
  • "He's trying to make me put my hand down—do you see this right now?"
  • "I do actually still have feelings."
  • "You can't have non-binding promises."
  • "DO we know that Diet Pepsi exists?"
  • "Remember, I'm older than dirt."
  • "You better start loving them."
  • "Do dead people count?"
  • "You're a foolish hedonist."
  • "If you can't see me next week because you're dead then I get it, I understand."
  • "You can use them to open shit."
  • "Don't be fucking sexist."
  • "Enough of this natural crap."
  • "I'm not sure I'm not gonna kill you."
  • "You grew up differently than I did."
  • "Some days I'll get up and try to make you some food."
  • "I know you're not talking about jazz."
  • "I'm so sorry I ever said orgasm."
  • "You're still just a little kid just in big kid clothes."
  • "Maybe I'm not supposed to be eating apples."
  • "I have a high regard for myself, that's why i don't like this whole suffering thing."
  • "I'm just not gonna kill people."
  • "You wanna make meaningful eye contact and nod deceptively?"
  • "It either wasn't a promise or you're a crazy person."
  • "I can't read what I wrote."
  • "They don't care what we feel like—I'm scared."
  • "What if God just wanted to laugh at you?"
  • "You've been basically reliable."
  • "No one's ever died from a music class."
  • "What happens if I suck on this?"
  • "I'm not telling you to kill your husband."
  • "Are we supposed to include those in the plans for reproduction?"
  • "I'd rather be performing at the Rocky Horror Picture Show."
Well now I can't stop thinking about Dyslexic Kaldur

Just imagine:

Random member of the team- “hey do you know how to spel-”
Kaldur- “no”

Waiting until he’s alone to do mission reports so he can use voice to text, or using a dictionary to make sure the word he put down was actually what he meant

Looking over mission reports like “I understand these words individually, just not pushed together like that”

Spending a hour reading only to come away with what feels like his head is being squeezed

Wanting to kill Robin when he uses his made up words while texting or email

Rereading the same sentence over and over to make sure he wrote it the way it sounded in his head

Not telling anyone because “but you’re smart?” Or “but you like to read?” Or “no you’re not”

Getting fucking “your” and “you’re” mixed up and finally breaking down and asking someone

Just. Dyslexic Kaldur.

As if Amanita would ever let Nomi willingly give herself up to the FBI (Whispers) No. She would literally go down fighting before she would ever let that happen. And screw Nomi’s parents for even suggesting her to do that without checking the facts first!! If Amanita weren’t there Nomi would be in Whispers’ hands right now.

i love seeing/hearing about all the different sides there are to louis.  we have the outspoken business man and leader who isn’t afraid to put his foot down and tell these people “no. this is the way were going to do it.” , but then on the other hand we have the gentle, soft husband who probably never says no to harry, we have the family man who loves his siblings so much, we have the selfess guy who gives back to more people and more charities we’ll ever know, we have the the loud prankster who knows how to get under peoples’ skin but also how to make them smile.  he’s such a complex, interesting person and as harry would say “louis is a great person to just like sit and kind of admire what he’s like”

anonymous asked:

Hey there! Love the shit out of your blog!!! Plus the way you write SIN! *fans self* Anywho! Could I ask for a headcannon/scenario of McCree, Reinhardt, and Gabriel/Reaper reacting to S/O's tearful, broken confession that they're infertile? Like upset they can't have kids with the person they love? (I am and I get insecure because I've been rejected over it)

I actually wrote a mad max thing like this once lol this is right up my alley pal(ley)

I left out gabe because this took me way too long as it was and i was getting super stuck with him :I


You were sitting in the kitchen, hands shaky as you put your phone down on the table in front of you. Your day already hadn’t been going great, what with all the anxiety you were feeling over the call you had been expecting, but then when it actually came…well, you were a little bit hopeful for a moment. You thought that there was a good chance that things could be the way you wanted. It seemed like such a normal thing, being fertile, so…there was a strong likelihood that you were, right? 


“Darlin’, where are you?” You heard Jesse call as the front door swung open. 

“K-kitchen,” you replied, trying to make your voice sound a little calmer than it was. 

His spurs clinked as he walked into the room. “y/n? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I…the…clinic called,” you began, trying to hold it together. “Th-they said…I…can’t.”

He sat across from you, brows furrowed. “Can’t what?”

“Can’t…get pregnant,” you said finally, tears filling up your eyes as you looked at him. 

His expression fell, and you felt your heart drop. 

“Darlin’…” he started slowly, clearly a bit disappointed. 

The two of you had been trying for a year, and finally, you had gone in to see if anything was wrong. You knew how much you both wanted a child, but now…

When Mccree saw you sitting there, tears streaming down his face, the disappointment left his voice. “Darlin’. I don’t care if ya can’t.”

“Wh-what?” you asked, looking up at him.

He stood and rushed over to hug you. “I said I don’t care. I got you, don’t I? And that’s enough for me.”


It was time to break the news.

It wasn’t the good kind; it wasn’t the kind you had hoped to one day be breaking to him. It wasn’t happy, and as you walked up to your front door and pulled your keys out with trembling hands, you thought about turning right back around. But no, you had to do this. 

You had gone in for just a routine check, nothing more, nothing less. You know, one of those regular things you had to do at the doctor. You had never given much thought to check ups like that, because they were just so normal, and they never found anything anyways, and you had gotten to the point of wondering why people even needed to go in for check ups in the first place if nothing ever happened. But now, after such a routine check ending up so devastating, well…you guess you understood why you were supposed to go in every year. If they hadn’t caught it when they did, your outlook would have been much more grim, but they were pretty bad as it was. 

“W-Wilhelm?” you called as you opened the door to the house you shared. 

You were immediately greeted by his booming voice. “Ahh, where have you been?” 

You only had time to take a few steps toward his voice when he was rounding the corner to sweep you up into his usual bear hug. As he held you, you wanted nothing more than to pretend that everything was okay, and you thought for a second that maybe, if you didn’t mention anything, everything would just go away. But you knew that was impossible, and it was now or never. 

“I…I was at the doctor,” you said quickly, pulling away to speak. “Th-they found something.”

He suddenly fell still and looked down at you, his face paling. “Mein liebling…what? What did they find?”

“They said it’s okay,” you felt tears welling up. “I-I mean, it’s not okay, but…I’ll be okay, is what they said. They found it early. But…I…can’t….”

“Can’t what?” he asked as you trailed off. 

“I can’t get pregnant!” you finally broke down and slumped against him. 

You felt him pull you back into a tight hug. “Mein schatz…sweetheart. I don’t care about that.” 

“But I do!” you sobbed. 

He shushed you and you felt one of his massive hands rest on the back of your head. “What matters is that you are safe, and we are together.”

You looked up at him and felt your tears drying up. “But I can’t–”

“So? And old man like me, a father? Ha!” he boomed. “All I want is for us to be together, to fall asleep next to you every night, and to know that you are safe, y/n.”

You finally managed to smile a tiny bit at that.