i am actually in love with everything about this

1. About this Journal Page: I usually add this on the first page, it’s sort of like the alpha because it explains the things that i plan to do w/ my journal. I add “Dear reader,… Love, Me” and script my name + heaps of doodles.

2. Birthday Special and Etc. Bonanza: This page is a list of people’s birthday and other special occasions where either list it down or make huge tables similar to a legit calendar. Doodles make this 10x better.

3. Favorites of the Month: I love doing this because it feels like I can actually reminisce the things that i love about the month. I do this in sketches and paint it with watercolors because watercolor makes everything 100x better.

4. Things I love about the season: Frankly speaking, we only have 2 “seasons” in my country so that’s practically just rainy and dry. And since I am desperately in love with summer, I dedicated a list of things I love about it.

5. The Huge Movie list: This movie list is meant to be a sort-of “reacts” and “ratings” kind of thing because i always love rating the movies that I’ve binge watched.

6. The Moody Playlist: I shuffle my tunes and seek for beautiful tracks and turn them into themed playlist. I think this is perfect if you have a spotify account because you can later on make a legit playlist.

7. Tick it off: This is quite typical tbh: the to-do-list page. The page which makes your journal a bona fide journal. I often times write down my to-do-list with boxes so that i can just tick off when i’m done.

8. Bucket list Version 2.0: Also a classic, you can add a little twist to your bucket list by turning them into sketches instead of the old, lame bullet-ed list sort of thing. Bonus: you can add how old, how you want to look, etc.

9. Thoughts in a Bullet: I do this to write down with ease the bothersome thoughts. I just write it down either in phrases or sentences. Thoughts in a bullet is perfect for calming down and easing the anxiety.

10. The Sunday’s best: Sunday’s best is actually the page i dedicate for when I’m chilling. I practically just let my thoughts wander and write it down in a page. I either make a playlist for sunday, how i want my sunday to be, quick sketches of my bedroom, and tv series i binge-watched that day. Sunday’s best is practically just a chill page and you’re free to do whatever you want to do with it.

11. This Week’s Bake, Blend, Stir and Fry: I honestly just call it that way because it sounds cooler but the gist is that page is meant to be your Recipe of the week sort of thing. If you’re a person with a heart for cooking, then this page is for you.

12. The Featured Pet: I love making this  page because I can actually add my pets in my journal!! I’ll sketch them and describe them and just list down the reasons why I love them. Some of the stuff i write are: name, age of description, color, animal, breed, favorite food, behavior, personality, when it barks, etc!!!

13. Quick Urban Sketches: This journal page idea is something to do when you’re feeling the sun and you want to go outside and bathe yourself with it. You practically just sketch heaps of beautiful buildings, strangers, shrines, etc and paint it using a watercolor (i do it this way, you can do it in your own way too). And then describe it in a short phrase, sentence, or maybe even a paragraph. This is perfect if you’re an outdoor person who loves the sun ~

14. This Week’s Highlights: This is quite similar to favorites of the month however it’s for the week plus it’s not only your favorites. I actually like doing the highlight page because i want to remember all the things that happened to me for the whole time i was having this journal.

15. Dear Elle,: Elle does not exist. I don’t even know anybody with the name Elle. I just dedicate a page for her because I feel like I’m talking to a friend. No, she’s not an imaginary friend. I think the things I write in my dear elle page is mostly directed to me. In dear elle, i write down with all my heart the things that I'am afraid of, my flaws, insecurities, anxiety and I usually just sum it up with a nice positive reminder.

16. The Botanical Garden Dream: Actually this is just a page dedicated for my favorite flowers that I’d love to have and plant in my garden one day. I usually just make this in a garden-looking way so there’s not much words but sketches and doodles. And then i color it using my colored pencils because it’s easier to work with pencils for botanical tbh.

17. 100 Resons to be Happy About: I made this on my first journal (that’s when I was 11) and every time i read it, i still can’t help but smile. This page is a major help for struggling people out there. Honestly, it’s just a page filled with heaps of things i love and i write them down in different sizes, orientation and fonts so that it looks sort of like a mess but not really.

18. *insert TV Series*’s Lessons: I did this on Modern Family and I swear to god this is like the most favorite thing I do about the lesson sort-of thing because I just !! I often times divide it in characters like: Here’s for Haley, Alex, Luke, Phil, etc. And I’ll apply them to myself and it helps out trust me!!

19. 17 Things I’ve Learned Before Turning 17: This is perfect because I can actually look back and see how much I’ve grown. You can do it too but you can use your age instead like if you’re 12 it can be 12 things I’ve learned before turning 12. Something like that.

20. The Dreamy Backpack Adventures: The Dreamy Backpack Adventures is actually just the list of places that I want to visit before I die!! I often times get my inspo from tumblr and do a mini research and write it down on that page too.
21. 10 Things That Make Me Happy: This is quite similar to 100 reasons to be happy about but this time it’s more of a me. I just write this down when I’m totally feeling myself and stuff like that. I got the inspo from the anonymous chain message going on in tumblr so yep.

22. The Ultimate Road Trip Guide: I make this page because I’m one heck of a huge fan of road trips! I often times just make a playlist, write a to-bring-list, make my outfit ideas, and food list kind of thing that i shall do for the whole trip. I also sketch my pillows hehe!

23. Other Versions of Sunshine: I actually made something like this and posted it here, can you remember? It’s just a bunch of lovely little things that remind you of sunshine. I write this down when it’s a sunny saturday and it’s the golden hour (4-5pm).

24. Little Things to be Happy About: I also made this and posted it in here. It’s quite similar to Other Versions of Sunshine but this time, it’s more like a little bit of less descriptive. I suggest making this before doing the Other Versions of Sunshine. This will honestly pump you up a bit.

25. Reminders to Myself: These are cute little positive things that i write down so that i can sort of just read it when I’m having a sad day. I add cute little doodles around too. To make this 10x cuter, i add little animal or cupcake or plant doddle with this bubble reminders and stuff. You can also scan this and post them in tumblr.

26. Sketches: I don’t really think I need to explain this. These are just cute sketches of everything: your house, neighbor’s house, your friends, strangers, etc.

27. The Pressed Flowers & Leaves Page: I’m pretty sure your journal will be a thousand times better if you press some flowers on another book and tape it using washi on your journal. You can dedicate a whole page with captions (what’s the plant, where is it from, when it was picked and pressed, initial color, etc) for your pressed flowers. Perfect for future gift ideas.

28. The Ultimate Picnic Guide: The Ultimate Picnic Guide is also quite similar to The Ultimate Road Trip Guide. I sketch my little cute picnic idea and add colors (using watercolor, still) and then i label it and point it out. Like, the sort of food I will eat, the colors of the blanket, the books I will read, the outfit that i plan to wear, the basket i will bring and stuff. It’s honestly better to sketch it than just write it down. But you can always just do it your way.

29. Paint and Palette Test: I think most artists use a separate sheet of paper for this but honestly the palette test is one of my most favorite thing about painting and making art. I keep it in my journal and test the colors that might match. This is really perfect for future art references and also nice if you’re having an art block + don’t know the heck what you should do. This palette test page could help.

30. A Love Letter: A love letter is sort-of a self-project i made because i love to write letters to people. I will make letters for my friend, my crush, my mom, my dad, and other relatives when i feel the urge to do so. I usually never give them out because well, that’s the sole purpose of writing it- never giving it out. So yeah, a love letter is perfect for when you just want to pour out your feelings over someone and you don’t want them to figure it out. EVER.

31. What I Want To Be: This one is just a goals of the day sort of thing. You can also do it in a goals of the week or month. :-)

32. Things I Love About *your favorite artist*: This can either be a singer, painter, dancer, etc. I honestly just do this to express my love for my faves.

33. The Skin Care Guide: Every time I purchase new things to spice up the softness of my face, I’ll sketch the cute little bottles and facial stuff that i purchase and describe it and write my reviews.

34. The All-time Page (fave books, music, etc): This is a little classic. I basically just write down my all-time favorite books, art, painters, movies, and more.

35. The Book Trip: You can google up some nice book recommendations or from good reads and then you write it down. You could also try to write your expectations and stuff.

36. The Movie Binge: This is quite similar to the Book Trip but this time I write down cute movie recommendations for future binge-watching. Yay!

37. Dear Future/Past Me: I’m not sure if this is classic but I actually like doing this. I wrote a letter for myself 5 years ago and I opened it today and just wow, I was so surprised with how much I’ve grown. So if you practically like those things, you can add this to spice up your journal.

38. Dreamy Date: Practically just a list of things/quality that i want my future significant other to be. Or how my dream date will go. Or just practically the “date a person who..” kind of thing. 

39. To Be Or Not To Be: It’s just a cute list of all the inspirational quotes i gather from everywhere. At times, I’ll sketch the figure/portrait of the person who said it and add a little thought bubble with the quote.

40. The Grocery List: Honestly, I just make a grocery list kind of thing because i love drawing goodies and food!! It’s more of a favorite page kind of thing but this time it’s filled with canned foods. You can also do this in bullet form.

41. The Fashionette 101: In other words: outfit page. This is where I sketch my #ootd or just the outfit inspos i get from tumblr. As you all know, i have a tag #ootd_insp. I sometimes sketch nice outfit ideas from there. 

42. Cut It Out: The Cut it out is page is practically dedicated for magazine cut-outs. I have a lot of old magazines and art books that I’ve finished reading so instead of throwing them, I’ll just cut ‘em and paste on my journal.

43. Little Flaws I love About Me: This is also inspired by the chain anonymous message about loving yourself. You just practically just list down the cute little things you like about yourself.

44. List of Pets and Plants + Name Ideas: This is sort of like a keeping track page for all my pets and plants. I will also sketch and draw them when I feel like it. This is perfect with watercolor, jsyk. :-)

45. The Space Page: The Space Page is one of my most recent page where i just draw a lot of space stuff and all the planets and add cute little facts about it. I sometimes add glitters instead of painting them because planets are fab as heck.

46. Mini-Comic and The Everyday Adventures: Literally just a little comic strip about your everyday encounters. I made a similar one entitled “The Homey Adventures” and you can find it somewhere in my blog. You can divide it in four squares or depends on your own liking.

47. The Brunette and Grainy Pictures: If you have a lot of vintage, european-ish sort of stickers and cute little goodies, you can make a vintage page for that. You can fill it out with nice doodles of buses and pins and stamps, too.

48. Doodle page: This is entirely different from the sketch page because doodle page is a lot more chill and adorable. You can fill up a whole page or just half of it or maybe a quarter and add other sections if you want.

49. Poems: Yep, quite obvious, guys.

50. The “Why I love” Section: Some Why I love suggestions: tea, coffee, ice cream, your dog, color, food, etc. You can add a lot of details and images because the more detailed the better honestly.

anonymous asked:

omg Lance having the Gloria moment from Modern Family where she says “do you know how frustration it is to have to translate everything in my head before I say it?” and “do you know how smart I am in Spanish?”

yES. 

He yells this at Pidge after she calls him dumb, and everyone just gets really quite, while he goes of on this big rant about how they don’t get why he is actually smart, because in his head he is speaking spanish, and everything he says has to be in english, and I just, love this.

Obviously I love pretty much everything about Lena Luthor but I feel that making her character 24 years old in canon was a mistake. I understand that she is an actual genius, which would account for her being so accomplished at such a young age, but the thought that she is only a year older than I am is ridiculous. I am pretty sure that i am still a child, but Lena Luthor is a WOMAN. She just gives off the persona of being at least being in her late twenties, if not early thirties.

‘Parks and Recreation’: Leslie Knope Writes Letter to America Following Donald Trump’s Victory

Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.

When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.

I think you know where this is going.

Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”

After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.

“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”

She nodded.

“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.

“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”

Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex.

Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance.  And here’s what I stand on that:

No. I do not accept it.

I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.

And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.

He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.

Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,

Leslie

I DON’T KNOW.


In which Genos is easily impressed by everything Saitama does p.2 ???

Egg n’ Toaster  ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Writing Living, Breathing Characters

“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon

Sometimes this is the easiest skill to forget! I find when talking to other writers about this, it is especially muddled when writing fan fiction - though there’s a lot more thought that has to go into previously established characters constructed by someone else in writing them and making them still feel real - mostly because it’s harder to know “everything” about them. Anyway, I am going to talk today about how lately I’ve been going about the process of writing characters.

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K But What If…

Michael didn’t forgive Jeremy?

I know it’s a hard thing to think about. Because Michael is always there for Jeremy and would go to the ends of the earth for him. And he freaking loves him!!!

But what if the whole thing made him realize that being with Jeremy was bad? Not to mention his self-esteem is really low after what happened. Thinking Jeremy didn’t need him.

It starts off slow, Michael and Jeremy only hanging out every once in awhile, then Michael stops texting him, stops hanging out, stops talking at school, till Jeremy just never sees Michael at school anymore.

When Jeremy goes out of his way to confront Michael, saying that he was sorry. That he shouldn’t have let the Squip take advantage of him, Michael just snaps.

“Last time I checked Jeremy, it was YOUR decision to get rid of me. And YOU said the Squip was off that night. You can’t blame it all on the Squip. Jer, I wanted to be there for you. But I don’t think there is a place for me in your future. Go be with Christine. Be popular. Like you always wanted to be.”

“You hurt me. Jer. I can’t handle it. All I can think is to that night. All I can think is back to when I was looking straight at you. But you couldn’t see me. You didn’t want to.”

“… You know, I was actually in love with you. I looked at you and I saw the world. I was willing to do everything and anything for you. But now I just look at you and I think of all the bad parts about myself. Like how much of a loser I am, and how I’m just… forgotten. I can’t live like that.”

“I’m gone Jer. I can’t be your best friend Michael anymore. Not your player 2. You threw of that all away. Maybe life is a one-player game, and I need to learn how to play it. Bye Jeremy.”

And he does leave.

Jeremy just feels insanely guilty about it. Doesn’t think he deserves Michael as a friend. So he just leaves him alone.

But one day Michael apparently was driving while high and gets into an accident. Jeremy is Michael’s emergency contact.

When Jeremy gets there it’s revealed Michael didn’t suffer a lot of damage. And he is a-okay.

When Michael sees Jeremy. Jeremy almost expects him to be happy. But Michael just asks why he is there. Jeremy soon is crying, and he tells Michael how scared he was. He also tells Michael that he can’t imagine a life without him.

“Well, you seemed to have when you had the Squip.”

“That was then, this is now. I don’t care what you say. But I’m going to make things right! I’m going to make sure you know now how much I care, and fuck it, I’m going to make you fall in love with me again and this time you won’t regret it.”

“… Good luck with that.”

It takes a long time.

Like, a really long time.

Michael at first doesn’t really see the point. He is just really unmotivated. He just thinks that Jeremy is doing it outta guilt.

Jeremy just does his hardest to make Michael happy. All that his effort really gets is a small smile that never reaches his eyes. But it starts to get better with a laugh at a joke, a bigger smile, conversations, playing video games.

It takes so long for Michael to even consider Jeremy a friend again. Even longer for him to be okay with the nickname “Player 1”. But during this time, Jeremy ends up falling hard for Micheal. Seeing how much Jeremy cares for him, and how much Jeremy missed a lot of things about Michael like his jokes and his quirks. All of those take months to come back.

For the longest time as well, Michael tries to not have feelings for Jeremy. Convincing himself not to get himself hurt. But Jeremy about a year later decides to confess, leading Michael to tell him about himself forcing to not have feelings for him.

Jeremy convinces Michael to start going out with him. And Jeremy just showers all the love he can give. Hugging Michael, kissing his cheek.

It isn’t until one night when they finally beat Apocalypse of the Damned. Jeremy celebrates right off the bat. Jumping from the beanbag and doing a joyful dance. Smiling and laughing, Michael can’t seem to take his eyes off of him and Jeremy just grins at him. And Michael just feels his heart flutter for the first time in year and a half.

Michael jumps up as well and ends up pulling Jeremy into a kiss. And sure, there is still a lot of bad days for both of them. But they work hard together and live a happy life together

The Fucking End

1. i don’t know how to say this so i’m just going to say it - don’t text me anymore. don’t call me. don’t ask me how i am when you feel lonely. don’t check up on me. don’t tell me you’re doing well. i don’t want to hear it. i don’t want to hear it because you fucking broke me. GOODBYE.

2. hey, okay, sooo i thought i could be friends with you but it hurts too much. not that you hurt me that much. no, i’m okay. i don’t cry in the shower anymore. some nights i actually fall asleep before 4 a.m. but then there’s some nights where i think about you and her kissing and it’s all that’s on my mind for days. no, no, it’s not like that. it’s not that i love you anymore or that i’m jealous. i just hate you for what you did to me. so yeah, anyways, just thought you should know i don’t want to be friends. hope you’re doing well though. maybe our paths will cross again.

3. i told myself many, many months ago that if i wanted this to work, if i wanted us to be friends, i couldn’t talk to you about my feelings ever again. i couldn’t turn every conversation into our failed relationship. so for many, many months, i’ve been letting it eat at me instead. i don’t want it to eat at me anymore and you don’t want to listen to me whine so i think this has to end. sorry.

4. hey, listen: some days i’m fine, but the smallest things get to me. like i’m pretty sure i saw you on her snapchat story. it’s none of my business, but i’m really mad at you for it. i’m really mad that you still talk to that girl you chose over me and you still like all of these girls’ facebook photos but you never like mine. and it’s not fair for me to be mad at you for having friends or being happy, i have no right to be, you didn’t do anything wrong. but it still gets to me, still eats away at me, still makes me want to knock down your door and ask you why the fuck you had to leave, why you had to do anything you did, why i poured all of my love into you that i didn’t have any left for myself and you took it and gave it to somebody else. god, this hurts. i don’t want you to know how badly this hurts but it does. i’m leaving you and taking this hurt with me.

5. hey, hope you’re doing well, but this still feels like a nightmare i’ll never wake up from. and i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry, it’s not fair to you to have to listen to this shit because it’s been two whole years and i’m still not over it. and that’s my problem, not yours. it will never be your fault that i’m so goddamn sensitive. i’ve never been able to get over anything and i hate myself for it. please let me heal. please leave.

6. hey, remember the summer where i hooked up with the first guy who wasn’t you, when you had me blocked on everything and i couldn’t see what you were up to? well, i still read my posts from that summer and i was actually HAPPY. can you believe that? i was actually going about my life without you and i wasn’t thinking about what you did to me. but here i am again, thinking about it and the only thing that’s changed is that you speak to me. and i would love to be friends with you, i would, i’ve been trying so hard to be for months, but it’s making me so damn miserable. and i’m so jealous that she gets to be friends with you and i don’t. i’m sorry i’m not her. i’m sorry i never will be.

7. i’ve been ignoring your messages on purpose and you keep texting me again and it’s exhausting to have to ignore you all of the time and feel so guilty about it. i just don’t understand how you just don’t get the hint. so here’s a bigger one: LEAVE ME ALONE.

8. hey, okay, i know this is sudden but i don’t want to hear from you anymore. i don’t want to think about this anymore. i want to move on with my life and there’s no room for you in it. it was stupid of me to think that just because you’ve always been a good friend to me that we can be friends. we can’t.

9. hey. first off, i want to say i’m sorry, i just need to do what’s best for me. secondly, thank you for always being there when i needed you, but i don’t need you anymore. for now, it has to be just me. it feels like i’m breaking up with you and we’re not even dating, but this is it - this is goodbye. forever. don’t contact me.

10. all you ever did was hurt me. fuck you. i don’t want to see your stupid fucking name on my phone anymore. fucking get out. leave.

—  10 text messages i’m afraid to send because i don’t want to say goodbye to you, not again

Being Sebastian Stan girlfriend would include:

⚫Clingy Seb

⚫Cuddly Seb

⚫Sebastian showing you off on instagram

⚫” Isn’t she lovely” *insert cute picture*

⚫Listening to him speak romanian

⚫ Playing with his hair

⚫Him being a five years old child and you being the mom

⚫Having sarcastic banter every fucking day

⚫ “ I want a divorce.” “ Papers are filed. On your doorstep in the morning”

⚫ Little fights about random things

⚫Make up sex

⚫Sweet sex

⚫Scavenger hunt through the city for his birthday

⚫Workout couple goals

⚫Basic Goals

⚫Everything goals really

⚫You being supportive of his career

⚫Him being supportive of yours

⚫You actually make a bit more money than he does

⚫ “ I am such a gold digger”

⚫ “Sure thing, want the shoes matching that shirt ?”

⚫ “ You know me so well love”

⚫ Teasing about the whole Bucky/Winter Soldier

⚫ “ Imagine what sex would be like with the Winter Soldier though.. So rough”

⚫ “Stop it.. Or i might show you what rough looks like”

⚫ “ Oooh wouldn’t mind that..”


OKAY I MIGHT STOP THERE because that could turn out as a fanfiction and I am in class unrf

anonymous asked:

I think it's reaaally unfair how people are generalising larries and saying they don't love H and it's really offensive to me bc i am one and I love Harry more than I love anyone else. im not trying to be rude, I swear but I'm just saying, people should think before they make hurtful generalisations

If you actually had any love or respect for Harry you wouldn’t BE a “larrie” and you wouldn’t assume everything he has told you about himself is a lie. So I’m sorry if you’re young or impressionable right now, and I don’t want to be mean to you, but please take a step back and realize that what you support is hurting him and his family and friends. Stop believing in shit that’s not real! The actual real stuff that Harry does is SO GOOD stop being brainwashed by a bunch of assholes who want to use slow motion gifs of 16 year old Harry to get their rocks off. So in short, no I don’t think people are being too mean.

Oh my god I am actually crying. EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO FUCKING FAST. I NEED TO PROCESS THIS OMG. OKAY SO FIRST LET’S TALK ABOUT EMMA IN NEVERLAND. SHE NEARLY FELL OVER BUT SHE’S LIKE “NOPE MY HUSBAND NEEDS ME” AND EVERYONE’S LIKE “WTF” AND SHE’S JUST SAYS “KILLIAN?!” AND THEN SHE FUCKING SHOVES THAT LOST BOY

LIKE NO ONE’S KEEPING HER FROM HER TRUE LOVE AND IN THE BACKGROUND KILLIAN AND TIGER LILY AND FIGHTING THE OTHER BOYS. I MEAN WHO NEEDS SWORDS WHEN YOU’VE GOT HANDS RIGHT?!?! AND THEN THEY OVERPOWER THE LOST BOYS (APPARENTLY 3 VS 20 AND THE 3 WIN) AND THEY COME BACK TO STORYBROOKE IN LIKE TWO MINUTES. IT’S LITERALLY IN-AND-OUT.

SHE’S ALL WORRIED FOR KILLIAN’S WELLBEING AND GIVES BACK THE HOOK AND EVERYTHING AND I’M STILL REELING FROM HOW QUICKLY THAT HAPPENED LIKE IT FEELS LIKE A FUCKING DREAM I CAN’T

AND THEN HE APOLOGISES FOR EVERYTHING AND IS ALL “I SHOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED RUNNING AWAY” THAT SPEECH OMG IT WAS WHAT I WANTED FOR AGES AND EMMA’S REACTION LIKE “IT’S FINE I FORGIVE YOU I DIDN’T REALLY GIVE YOU TIME TO TALK” AND I WAS LIKE YASS

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE WE GOTTA PATCH YOU UP AND HE’S LIKE “W8 I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING” AND YOU SEE HER APPREHENSION LIKE “WHAT’S GOING ON WITH THIS GUY HE’S HURT AND HE’S PUTTING OFF GETTING BETTER KILLIAN R U OK”

AND THEN

AND FUCKING THEN

HE PULLS OUT THE FUCKING GODDAMN RING, MAKING ME SCREAM LIKE A FUCKING PTERADACTYL AND REGINA AND HENRY ARE MY SPIRIT ANIMALS IN THIS SCENE, NOT WANTING TO BE A THIRD WHEEL

AND THEN THE FUCKING SPEECH THAT WE WERE ALL CHEATED OUT OF IN THE FIRST ENGAGEMENT HAPPENS. YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. THE ROMANTIC SPEECH THAT HAPPENS BEFORE EVERY FUCKING ENGAGEMENT THAT NEEDS TO BE PLANNED AND BEAUTIFUL AND I WAS SCREAMING AND CRYING JUST LIKE EMMA

LOOK AT HOW SHE LOOKS AT HIM THIS IS THE LOOK OF TRUE LOVE PEOPLE PASS IT ON. THIS IS THE LOOK OF HAPPINESS AND I CAN’T EVEN. AND KILLIAN IS LIKE “I WILL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE NO MATTER WHAT” AND I WAS FUCKING BAWLING AT THIS POINT BECAUSE THIS RIGHT HERE IS MY OTP 

AND THEN HE GETS DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND IS LIKE “WILL YOU MARRY ME” AND AT THIS POINT I’M BASICALLY A HOT MESS

AND THEN THE YES HAPPENS

AND YOU SEE THE LITTLE LAUGH OF RELIEF/PURE HAPPINESS THAT HE DOES WHEN SHE SAYS YES AND HER SMILE IS SO WIDE AND BEAUTIFUL AND OML THIS SCENE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED.

I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I NEEDED THIS EXACT SCENE UNTIL IT HAPPENED. AND I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED IT TO HAPPEN IN THIS WAY. THE ANGST IS OVER; THE TRUE LOVE IS BACK; AND CAPTAIN SWAN IS FUCKING ENGAGED WITH TRULY NO WALLS, NO SECRETS THIS TIME AND I CAN’T I’M GOING TO PASS OUT FROM THIS

THIS IS MY OTP. MY FUCKING OTP OVERCOMING THE ODDS AGAIN AND AGAIN. MY OTP GETTING A FUCKING WEDDING AT THE END OF THE SEASON AND MY OTP BEING FUCKING BRILLIANT IN GENERAL IT PAINS ME HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM GUYS I CAN’T.

I need to lie down for a while. 

THE MBTI TYPES FROM AN INFJ’s PERSPECTIVE

- This is all from my personal experience, everybody is different- yada yada yada.

- I love you all

INFP:

- You make me laugh so much

- No sense of space or direction, basically don’t send us to get something together because we will fail. 

- Good counselor

- Sometimes you don’t see what other people are implying because you are very genuine and trusting. 

- Nice stash of memes

ISFP:

- Why the HELL, why the absolutely HECKING HELL, do you SIT IN THE RAIN WHEN YOU HAVE A COLD? I understand you are a child of nature, but WHY? You will get an even worse cold!??? 

- I love you

- You’re emo sometimes 

- A lot of ISFP weebs

ISFJ:

- Why the hell haven’t you ever made me cookies like the stereotype says, huh?

- ISFJ’s will listen to you whine

- Good solid advice

- You are nit picky perfectionists at heart.

- You are very anxious and small and I love you. 

- Will cry if you insult their favourite characters

INFJ:

- I don’t understand the unique unicorn thing, you are all massive nerds and know it.

- Secret memelords

- Terrible at social interaction on the inside, but you aren’t as bad as you think from an outsiders perspective.

- Gets overwhelmed at parties. 

INTP:

- I love you

- Best type

- I’m joking

- I’m not

- Big nerd for video games

- I’ll be there at 3pm. (aka 5pm)

- Not actually good at maths

INTJ:

- When we first start talking I always think you hate me and then you secretly liked me all along?

- Hilarious

- Blunt in a good and bad way

- Your ideas amaze me

- Make very good artists

ISTJ:

- So, so, sarcastic

- A+ grade student 18 years in a row

- Speaks a lot but not to you

- Obsessed with young adult fiction 

- Has a crush on every actor

- Doesn’t like my memes?

ISTP:

- Understated humor that gets me every time

- Whenever i need anything fixed, after i try to fix it myself, you are there for me.

- Bad at social interaction until they get older.. and then, still….

- Leather jacket

ESTJ:

- Bad experiences, good experiences…

- That tertiary Ne gets me giggling 

- You listen to my opinions and accept them, even if you disagree with them- sometimes you even change yours once you hear mine. I admire this a lot and appreciate it.

- In the grip or looping ESTJ’s have been the most annoyingly patronizing people I have ever met, HOWEVER, healthy ESTJ’s are cool cats and I like you lots. 

ESTP:

- Honestly, dominant Se scares the hell out of me and I don’t know how you survive. 

- Bluntly honest, smart, caring- good good good.

- Always willing to help you

- Very eager to learn 

- Charming and hilarious

ESFP:

- Met two kinds of ESFP’s- shy and standoffish but sweethearts, and GO GO GO GO GOGO GOGOOG.

- Okay so once my ESFP friend slid down a 20 metre long railing with rocks beneath it and I almost died because YOU COULD HAVE DIED

- “I’m looking for a girl that will encourage me to slide down railings.”

- So much love to give, so many hugs.

- Please stop shaking it’s like a big chihuahua

ENFP:

- I can’t keep up with you but it’s so good

- I’m smiling at you in admiration 90% of the time

- Cute 

- Gets everything done somehow and has fun doing it?

- Doesn’t like emotions but is simultaneously the most emotive person ever.

ENTP:

- Everything, I love everything.

- Devils Advocate TM

- Very concerned and caring

- The memes are revolutionary

- Has a joke for every situation

- Cool nerd TM

- Stares at people lovingly when you don’t think I can see you doing it.

ESFJ:

- STOP. WORRYING.

- Takes responsibility for everything

- Actually hilarious

- Loves all boys

- Hates all boys

- Doesn’t give themselves enough credit

ENFJ:

- So much Disney

- So. much.

- Loves INTP’s too much

- Incredibly strong people

- Once they have a vision they go at it full throttle 

- Want’s everyone to be happy

- Hates conflict

ENTJ:

- The grand master

- I am terrified of you but i love you

- Gets it done

- Visionary’s

- Can get caught up sometimes and needs a friend to talk to

- Makes a lot of enemies accidentally, and a lot of the time on purpose

- Get’s annoyed when I make jokes about things that are unrealistic 

-but I keep doing it because I know it annoys you and I’m sorry

Shoutout to all the desi moms and women that we roll our eyes at now but once had dreams and ambitions but weren’t born in our time and couldn’t follow any of them and so were brought up in this misogynistic society and culture where they think that love is how much shit you can tolerate from a man and that their needs are and will always be second to males and that they should smile and keep their mouths shut and their heads airy and filled with dinner plans and marriages and kids. Who, if given the chance, might have become amazing doctors and scientists and accountants and excelled at everything their husbands brag about and STILL make it home in time to be a mother. Who constantly put up with emotional abuse and probable mental illnesses not even knowing that those are actual things.

I love you, and I am so so sorry you have to live this way.  

Like, seriously, here’s the thing. It literally doesn’t matter to what extent a character being a trans woman is canon or not.

Linkle has no direct “evidence” to support her being trans, other than being a “gender-swapped” (ugh I hate that term) version of Link. So people fight me about it.

Samus Aran has some direct “evidence” that she’s trans - a developer comment in particular. And people will fight tooth and nail to “prove” that this bit of “evidence” is irrelevant.

Grell Sutcliffe has literally been confirmed as trans by the creator of the series. And yet people outright refuse to acknowledge it, considering anything less than the fictional character saying the exact words “I am a trans woman” to not actually be canon.

People don’t care. They will do everything in their power to ignore the presence of trans women in the media they love. So why the hell should I have to wait for Nintendo to decree a character as trans (which they will, in all likelihood, never ever do) to consider it the truth? Why should I have to label every character I consider trans as a “headcanon” when there is no more evidence in the media itself to suggest cissness than there is transness?

andreil happy fics! ♥

basically, I’ve spent the previous week going through the AFTG tag (yes, I went through all the 1250 works) on ao3, because I needed more content, official or not. and since it was so freaking hard to find some quality happy content™ (bc apparently y'all like to suffer that much —which, to be fair, I should have expected and I can #relate), I thought I could make it easier for anyone else seeking it and share it here! 🎉

so this is a recommendation list with my favorites ones so far; they’re all from ao3, and if you find any of your works there and want me to remove them from this list, just message me and I’ll remove it. if you have any recommendations for me to add here, message me too! ♥ I haven’t read anything from ff.net or tumblr just yet, but I plan on doing that later this week.

they’re not all entirely happy and they’re not that happy either, but then again that’d be hard considering the amount of trauma and tragedy the authors have to work with (thanks nora). but!!! they’re happy enough to make it to this post, so yeah! you’ll probably gonna enjoy them.

right now there are more oneshots, canon-ish, mostly set right after TKM or a few years in the future. I might add an AU and multi-chapter category later, so keep checking for updates! and don’t forget to show appreciation for the authors by leaving comments and kudos! ♥

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Damn it, I need you.

Authors Note: This was requested by the prompt:
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”  From the list of Prompts found HERE.
All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE
Warning: It is a bit sad, as you can assume from the sentence it started from.


He was never one to permit his emotions to show unless in the comfort of his own house, generally not even then did he grant them the opportunity to reveal very often. It was on rare occasions that you ever saw a tear escape from his precious eyes.

From the moment he received the call his body was diverted into an emotional panic state, he didn’t care that he was in the middle of signing his new contract; he didn’t care that it was impolite to answer the phone call. The minute he sensed his phone ringing he had an inkling something was wrong, something about the morning just wasn’t settling right with him.

He had left you this morning snuggled up to the warmth of the bed, he admired you peacefully sleeping, the way your hair fell messily around you, the way your hand stayed nestled under the pillow, and the way you bury yourself amongst the covers.

He had spent a little too long appreciating you this morning, he just couldn’t help it. When he did manage to wrench himself away from watching you peacefully sleep, he pressed to kiss to your forehead, whispering a swift “I love you” before forcing himself to leave the bedroom, gathering his things from downstairs before leaving to attend his meetings.

The whole way to the hospital all he could do was repeat the same sentence over and over again, “Please be okay, please be okay.” trying to hold himself together but failing as he shakes while trying to compose a text message to his sister. She was the one who always seemed to know what to do, additionally, she was also two hours closer than his Mum.

He did his best to hold it together while pacing around the waiting room, wearing the floors’ thin as he chews his lip, circling the small area without stopping to think twice. He didn’t know what to do, there was nothing for him to do but to wait for a doctor to tell him what was going on. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that you were okay, he needed comfort, he needed the reassurance that this morning wasn’t the last time that he would be able to admire you while you slept, he needed to know that all the plans the two of you had made weren’t going to be nothing but unaccomplished plans.

His eyes meet his sisters when she steps into the holding area, he doesn’t say a word, he just glances at her like a child who desperately needs to be held for a while. She doesn’t think twice before forcing him into a hug, his taller figure towering over her as she wraps her arms around her little, (not so little), brother. The minute he felt her warmth and comfort he allowed his emotions to flow, for the tears to finally settle, the tears he had been holding in since he got the call.

“I just want to know everything is okay. I knew something was wrong with the morning, but I didn’t think—I didn't—” He stutters, struggling to finish his sentence through his tears. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” He chokes on his own words.

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Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Part II)

I knew I loved you then

But you’d never know

‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

You turned your back as the rowdy basketball varsity passed the hallway, with Zach at the middle, eyes following you silently. It has been a week since that night and Zach was actually amazed that you genuinely didn’t tell a soul about what happened, especially when he was so used to girls using his name to be the talk of the hour.

You kept it a secret, and Zach doesn’t know if he should be thankful or disappointed. Somehow, he wanted everyone to know but was really happy because he also wanted that moment to be untainted; he wanted it to remain just your moment.

A moment he can go back to when the weight of the world becomes too much.

Zach was surrounded by his teammates, noisy and boisterous, his perfect atmosphere to drown out his guilt but as he stared at you outside, sitting in your usual table with earphones plugged in your ears and a distant stare in your eyes, he knew he just found a perfect alternative.

Half of the cafeteria literally stopped on its track when his 6’2 figure suddenly stood up, accidentally pushing the metallic chair away as it screeched in protest. He took his backpack and marched towards the door, unbothered by the pair of eyes watching his every move as he continued his journey towards you.

Hands in his pocket and mind full of hope.

This scene was way too familiar and he hoped the ending would be a little different.

“Hey,” he said the moment he was close enough, as if you didn’t see him (who the hell would miss him); you just didn’t expect him to actually approach you. Zach watched as you studied him, once again, eyes so unsure.

Please let this be different.

“Got some space for me?” You dumbly looked at the blank seats around you before looking back at him.

Are you sure?, you wanted to ask, raising an eyebrow at Zach but you saw the silent pleading in his eyes and smiled.

“It’s a tight squeeze but sure, help yourself, big guy.”

Zach almost laughed.

Yeah, this was going to be a whole different story.

He’ll make very sure of it.

“I’m Zach, Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey.” He offered his hands to you and the two of you knew it was more than just an introduction. It was a key to a whole new door that will blast open the moment you two decide to say fuck you to the fates and decide to make one for your own.

You’ve always hated cliché’s anyway; pissing the fates off will be one way to be different.

“I’m (Y/N),” you gladly took his hand with a smile. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).



I know I needed you

But I never showed

But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old

That day in the canteen started turning into a tradition, it became a rule. No one was allowed to sit in that table but you and Zach. That was your place and the whole school knew it. They were confused how a nobody like you got Zach’s attention but they knew better than to question it. If they didn’t want to deal with Zach’s fist then they should learn to mind their own business.

“Hey stranger,” you greeted Zach as he slumped down at the metal table in front of you. “Well, aren’t you cheerful.”

Zach peeked at you from his arms and chuckled. “If you see coach looking for me, let’s agree my name is Carlos and I don’t speak English.”

“ You don’t pay me enough to lie for you, Z.” You shot back earning a glare.

“Why are you so mean to me?” he whined, placing his head on your lap, as you placed your dainty little hand that Zach grew to love over his eyes knowing how much it helped him relax even if you have to be the subject of ‘is it normal that your hands are this small’ Aw is my lil’ Zachy mad?”

“Hey! I am not little!”

“I am not talking about your height, darling.”

Zach’s mouth dropped open and he actually removed your hand and gave you another glare “Excuse you, young lady, but you can ask every girl who had the honour and they will tell you I’m everything but little.”

“I don’t have the time to ask half the girls of this school, Zac—Stop! Zach, stop!” You squealed when Zach decided to place you on his lap and tickle the life out of you to teach you a lesson.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” He said as he tried to make you stop moving around, holding your hips down.

“You’re such a little shit.”

“Oh please, you love me.”

“Debatable.”

“You –“

Your moment in your safe haven was stopped by someone clearing your throat. You saw a curly haired beauty in front of you with a kind smile on her face. Jessica. As if almost on cue, you saw Zach straighten up, his stone cold face made it look like he was ready for war. He was nervous and uncomfortable, on cue; your protective nature woke up from your slumber as you prepared for the worst.

“Hey (Y/N),” you were actually shocked when she knew your name. “Can Zach and I talk for a sec?”

“She’s not going anywhere.” Zach’s jaw line locked and you knew he was mad now.

“Trust me, Zach.” Jessica shot back, staring at him with cold dead eyes. “She needs to go.”

They seemed to have a silent disagreement as they stared at each other almost murderously.

“Hey (Y/N),” Zach’s eyes immediately softened when he looked at you. “Can you get us some food? I’m kinda hungry.”

You stared at Zach, a bit hurt but you knew this secret was theirs to keep, and if he wanted to let you know he’d tell you when you’re ready.

You nodded and gave him a comforting smile. “I’ll be back.” You quickly stepped out of his lap and gave Jessica a once over. You didn’t care who the fuck she was, he better not fuck with your Zach anymore than her little group has.

“Nice to meet you Jessica.”

“You can call me Jess, my friends call me Jess.”

“I know, Jessica.” Jessica’s eyes shot at you and she could almost see Hannah in you: the snarky smile and the witty comebacks were too familiar. It made her heart hurt a bit more than it already has.

She made sure you were inside the cafeteria before she looked at Zach who was also staring at you.

“Are you gonna tell her?”

“She doesn’t need to know.” Zach crushed whatever idea she had in her mind. Since that night he decided he will not let anyone destroy the one beautiful thing in his life.

“She’s your girlfriend, I think she would –“

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Zach shot at her but was immediately dissuaded by Jessica’s sceptical stare. “.. yet.”

“Zach, look,” Jessica was careful not to touch him when she walked near. “I can see it, hell the whole fucking town can.” Jessica waited for Zach to look her in the eyes. “You love her. And no matter what the fuck happened between us you are still my best friend Zach and I … I just want you to be happy again and I know she can do that.”

Zach smiled sadly, taking Jessica’s hands in his. “Thank you, Jess.”

“But if you plan to take this any further,” Jessica added, gripping Zach’s hand. “You need to tell her.”

“Are you sure?” Zach asked, knowing she was also part of the problem too.

“It’s your move to make.” Jessica whispered as she eyed you about to go out from the cafeteria with a few snack on your arms. “You deserve a peace of mind.” Jessica patted his hand with her free one. “At least one of us can be happy again.”

With that she gave him one last smile and walked away.

“Hey,” Zach watched as you cautiously sat next to him, his hands automatically pulling you close. “Are you okay?” You looked up at him.

Zach stared at you, making you a bit uncomfortable, making you feel bad for all the times you unconsciously studied him “Jess was just slapping some sense in me.”

You laughed. “Well, that makes the two of us.” Zach poked your waist making you flinch and giggle. “What’d she say?”

And just like that a switch turned on inside of Zach as he suddenly turned serious, his eyes only looking in yours. The world seemed to turn deaf in both your ears.

“About how I should probably ask you to become my girlfriend.”

You were dumbfounded and Zach was scared shitless. Zach almost closed his eyes but preferred to look into yours as different emotions passed in it. He probably ruined everything in that moment but if you didn’t agree to it then he was willing to beg on his knees for you to forget everything he just said.

“(Y/N)?” You were dragged back down to Earth by his nervous features; you decided to take him out of his misery and managed to place the smallest of kiss on his lips that he wasn’t even sure it happened.

“Take me out on a few dates and I’ll think about it.”


EEEEEEEEEY HERE’S PART 2 (there will be at least 2 more parts for this series)

some angsty af dialogue prompts

bc who doesn’t love a little angst amirite

1. “Please, just let me help you.”

2. “I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you!”

3. “I had to do it. Before I destroyed something else.”

4. “Don’t you get it? Nobody cares about me!”

5. “You didn’t lose anything!”

“Apparently, I lost you.”

6. “Can’t you see that this is destroying me?”

7. “You make me sick.”

8. “You-you said… I thought you loved me…”

9. “Stay with me okay? Stay awake!”

10. “Please- don’t leave me.”

11. “Why did it happen to me?” He screamed in to the empty room.

12. “You think I want this?! You think I like being the way I am?”

13. “Everyone forgets about me. I’m used to it.”

14. “No actually you don’t understand, and you never will.”

15. “I did what I always do! I royally screwed everything up, and this is my fault.”

16. “I deserved it.

17. “You let me believe that I- I just wasn’t good enough. That you never even loved me.”

anonymous asked:

What do you think about johsnavi?

i dont get it??? like im not a fan of crossovers or crossover ships in general, but like i watch blackish and????? i cant even imagine johan and usnavi getting along let alone being a thing

also usnavi is way too in love with actual perfect human vanessa so

uh,,, so i made this
i dunno why
but here it is
i could not find much info bout muku v spooky