i am so freaking sick

Ok kids, gather round and listen close. THIS IS NOT HOW YOU TALK TO A FUCKING LITTLE!!! If you talk like this right off the bat you are not a really fucking daddy you are a pervert that needs to stick to porn sites. I am so freaking sick and tired of guys being like this. It’s sad that no body has enough class to have a normal freaking conversation. Yes ddlg has a sexual side but that’s not everything it is. Not all little’s want just this. So STOP. it’s not gonna get you anywhere with a little. Learn to keep your penis in your pants and have a decent conversation for once please!!!!! It’s horrible how many times a day I get something like this on kik or snapchat or whatever.
If you want to be a real daddy learn to talk to a girl first. WE ARE NOT TOYS!!!
now, if you need me I’ll be in my trailer.


Dawn Bellwether (in a huff, walking out of City Hall with Lionheart chasing after her, increasingly frustrated with each step having been interrupted from talking with Kitty the snow leopard from the news–a little too friendly for Dawn’s taste): Why can’t you ever take anything seriously?!
Mayor Lionheart: You know what Miss Ivy League? I am so sick of this neurotic, control-freak paranoia.
Dawn (halting, Lionheart almost tripping over her): What did you just–?!
Lionheart: I went to that stupid Herds and Grazing meeting because YOU asked me to.
Dawn: That was–
Lionheart: I left Animalia early last night because YOU wanted to get back to the office!
Dawn: You were flirting with the panther in rubber!
(The next words are uttered just as they pass the ZPD’s first precinct, Bogo and Clawhauser, Officers Delgato, Francine, Grizzoli and Fangmire ceasing all noise to just stare.)
Lionheart: There will always be panthers in rubber flirting with me!!

anonymous asked:

dear god i am so sick of girls freaking about ghostbusters the only reason you like the movie is because all the characters are women so shut up already

hello there and let me tell you a thing

The answer to your question is yes, we are absolutely freaking about the fact that all the main protagonists of this movie are women. We are allowed. We’re allowed because I saw two movies this weekend and sat through a combined 45 minutes of trailers. I’m not sure how many that is, I lost count after 12. There was one movie- Suicide Squad- with female protagonists. One. Every other movie trailer featured a male protagonist (one had SEVEN!) with either no female characters or a female secondary character whose purpose in the movie is to advance the male protagonist’s plot and probably to give him a prize at the end for doing a Good Job (the prize is her body).

Guess how many movies had a female lead character. I’ll give you a hint:

Originally posted by nachoosorio

In 45 minutes of trailer watching- over a dozen trailers- there was not one movie advertised with even ONE female lead. NOT ONE. NOT A SINGLE MOVIE. IS COMING OUT. IN THE NEXT YEAR. WITH A FEMALE LEAD. NOT. EVEN. ONE.* There sure as hell isn’t another movie with FOUR female protagonists and one male secondary character. 

So yes, yes we are excited. Yes, we are screaming, we are freaking out, we are crying tears of joy, because for ONE GODDAMN SECOND we are being validated by the entertainment we are paying for. You can literally have every single other movie that is coming out in the next year and a half, so please shut your mouth and back off so we can enjoy our moment without whiny spoiled entitled children getting upset because only 99% of the content produced by Hollywood this year is for you instead of the usual 100%.

Oh, and Ghostbusters is a really good movie. So suck it.

*you can make the case for Rogue One but that trailer didn’t play and also count for me how many men are going to be surrounding the leading lady and get back to me

Alright guys listen up because this is important

If you don’t ship destiel that is fine
If you do ship destiel that’s fine
If you don’t ship cockles that’s fine
If you do ship cockles that’s fine
If you don’t ship samifer that’s fine
If you do ship samifer that’s fine
If you don’t ship sabriel that’s fine
If you do ship sabriel that’s fine
If you ship nothing that’s fine
If you ship everything that’s fine
Whatever the hell you ship or don’t ship is fine.

I am so sick of this fandom freaking out over these ships. Guys I ship half of the ships I just listed and I would love if they were an actual part of the show but we need to stop arguing and hurting each other over things like this. We are all a part of a family focused on one thing and that’s the show. Everyone in this fandom is here so we can compare theories about the show, so we can cry about the show, and so we can learn about the show. I’m not trying to say shipping is bad because I ship almost everything but we as a family need to realize that this is not what the soul of the fandom is.

We are here for the show not the sex.

anonymous asked:

FINALLY I found a fellow Indian artist on Tumblr! Might I just say that your work is incredible, especially your colouring style. I especially love that you seem to like using somewhat darker skin tones (cause I am so freaking sick of the fact that our country is so fairness-obsessed to the point where dark skinned people are often considered unattractive by default). Anyways, once again, your art is absolutely amazing and i bow to your skills. _/\_

thANK YOU!!! it’s so nice to meet other indians on here :D

and thank you for not being like almost every other person in this country who thinks dark = ugly, it’s really amazing to meet other indians who are so open minded

Roadhouse Rage Pt.3

Requested:  {Hi, can you do a one shot where you’re a hunter who’s been dating Dean for a while, and he decides to introduce you to Ellen Jo and Ash, and Jo ends ups disliking you because she’s jealous that Dean loves you? Thanks!}

Note: Part three! Y’all have so awesome for this series. All the requests and likes have made this all worth while! This is the end of Roadhouse Rage, but I hope y’all enjoyed it. If you have any other ideas for series or just one-shots/imagines, send me your requests!!! Love y’all!!!

Characters: Dean X Reader, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle

Warnings: Bullying and means spirited pranks

Read Pt.1 / Pt.2 here!

For the record, I’m not a nasty person by nature. Folks are always commenting on how sweet and kind I am. Dean wasn’t sure I would be a good hunter because of that, but I have a good head on my shoulders and killing monsters isn’t really a bad thing, right?

But right now, I am so filled with anger and rage, that I’m pretty much capable of doing anything. Every time a strand of green hair falls into my line of vision, I want Jo’s neck in my hands. And it only gets worse.

“Sorry, love, but there’s nothing I can do.” The hairdresser is standing behind me, looking at me through the mirror. “Whatever dye you used, sugar, was made from some pretty harsh chemicals. If I try to dye your hair back, you could lose chunks of hair.”

“I’ve already lost chunks of hair.” I manage through clenched teeth.

“We’re talking about balding.”

Dean’s eyes widen as he stops spinning in the other hair dressing chair. “Like, she could lose all of her hair?”

“Patches of it. Believe me, sweetie, you don’t want that. Let it grow out till you have enough new growth to-”

I get up and storm out of the beauty parlor. Tears of frustration threaten to fall, but I am too mad to give into a crying episode.

“Y/N? Hey, I know this sucks-”

“Dean, she freaking ruined my hair.” I am so sick and tired of him defending Jo. “Look, my hair is a disaster and I can’t fix it.”

“It’s not that bad. You can wear a hat till it grows out-” I give him a shove and start walking down the road. I’m still wearing his stupid hoodie and it’s now around ninety degrees outside. Sweat has thoroughly soaked my cami and I’m sure you can see sweat marks on my shorts.

“Come on, Y/N, what do you want me to do?” Dean is following me, panting from the heat.

“Stop defending her! She started this whole thing and she’s ruined the one thing I’ve ever felt confidant about. I- I can’t believe you’re on her side!”

“I’m not on her side. I just think you girls are blowing this way out of proportion.”

“Goodbye, Dean Winchester.”

“Y/N, come-”

“Goodbye.” I march off and this time, Dean doesn’t follow. I don’t mean goodbye forever, just need to be alone. I can’t control myself or get a handle on my anger when Dean is making excuses for Jo.

As I walk and sweat, I begin to formulate a plan in my head. I told Jo that if she wanted to fight, I’d be ready. And I have to be ready for anything that she might throw at me. Plus, I need a revenge plan.

A smile stretches across my face as I enter a drugstore. I’m so engrossed that I don’t notice the odd looks from strangers. I have a plan. And it’s a good one.

Dean has been sending me worried looks all evening, but I ignore him. I’m too happy with my idea of revenge to care. Dean has no idea what I’ve planned and I’d rather keep it that way.

“Where’ve you been all day?” he asks as I take a swig from my beer. It’s finally cooled down and this diner has air conditioning.

“Deciding if I’m going to shave my head and invest in a wig.” I grouch back. Just because I’m excited about my plan, doesn’t mean I’m back to normal.

Dean’s brow knits together in worry. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Say it again and I will throw this bottle at your face.”

“Whoa now, the Y/N I used to know?” Dean reaches across the table for my hand. “Because the girl I used to know wouldn’t be acting like this. This isn’t you, baby.”

I remove my hand from under his and avoid eye contact. I don’t care if I’m not acting like myself. I’m so flipping angry right now.

“I’m going back to the motel.” I grab my bag and head out. Once I’m out of sight of the diner, I take a sharp left and head down the road. Instead of going to the motel, I hitch a ride to the Roadhouse.

There’s quite a few people there, so I go around back and check to make sure no one will see me enter through the back door. Jo and Ellen are both up front, serving customers. Ash must be in his room. I slip up the stairs that lead to Jo and Ellen’s bedrooms. Earlier that morning, I had noticed that Jo keeps a water bottle by her bed. I go to it now and unscrew the cap. Reaching into my hoodie pocket, I extract a small bottle of liquid.

With a smile on my face, I drop all of the contents into the water bottle and screw the cap back on. My job is done. Now, all I’ve got to do is wait.

The next morning, I dress in clothes appropriate for the heat and hide my hair under a bandana. As a last thought, I pull a baseball cap over the bandana as added protection. I reach under my bed for my boots, but there’s only air. I drop to my knees and peer under the bed.

“Dean! Have you seen my boots?”

“Nope.” comes his muffled voice from the next room. I open my door and check outside to see if I left them there. But they’re nowhere to be found. Panic starts to build within me and I begin to tear apart the room.

“Where’s the last place you had them?” Dean asks from the doorway.

“I always put them under my bed. Always. Dean, we’ve got to find them.” I’m almost in tears and have to avert my face so he won’t see.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find them. Let me go check the Impala.” Dean disappears to continue the search while I struggle to rein in my emotions. I’m so grateful that Dean isn’t giving me a hard time about the boots. Yes, it’s silly, I know. But those are more than just boots. Before my dad died, he gave me those boots as a birthday present. They’re cowboy style, with intricate designs in the leather. They fit like a glove and by now, the leather is soft and molded to my feet. I haven’t worn any other footwear.

There’s a sound at the door and I turn to see Dean with something in his hands. He wordlessly walks over and drops what looks like scraps of leather onto my bed. All air leaves my lungs as I touch the mangled mess that was once a pair of boots. They look like a dog had chewed on them all night, then were tied to the back of a truck and dragged back here.

Dean kneels down beside me, touching my shoulder. Boiling anger isn’t enough to keep the tears back. I burst into sobs and clutch the leather to my chest.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Dean whispers, pulling me against him and hugging me tight. “I’m sorry.”

No amount of sorry is going to make up for this. There is nothing I can do to Jo that will make up for my loss. Fear of what she will do next grips me like a firm hand around my heart. She’s taken what I’ve thought my only beauty, and now the last physical reminder of my father.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Dean soothes, planting a kiss to the top of my capped head. “Stay here, okay? I’ll be back.”

“Where-where are you going?”

Dean gently pushes me aside and gets up to leave. “There’s something I’ve got to do.”

                                                      Jo’s POV

I leave the bathroom feeling weak and tired, and not an ounce better. Whatever I ate or drank, Y/N loaded it with a laxative. I’ve been bound to that toilet for the last eight hours.

Mom meets me on the way back to my bedroom. “Feelin’ any better?”

“No. And it’s all Y/N’s fault.”

“Joana Beth, we both know who started all of this. You asked for it.”

I slam the bedroom door behind me so I won’t hear anymore. Mom doesn’t get it. She never has. It isn’t fair that Dean’s in love with Y/N. She probably tricked him into it or has cast a spell on him.

There’s a pounding on the front door downstairs. My stomach turns unnaturally again and I hurry to make it to the bathroom. Five minutes later, I hear Mom calling my name.

“Jo! Get down here!”

I groan and trudge down the stairs. I pause at the foot when I see Dean Winchester standing in the middle of the room. I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, wishing I had bothered to get dressed first.

“Dean, what are you-”

“This has to stop, Jo.” I’ve never seen Dean so angry.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on!You know what I’m talking about. Y/N hasn’t done a thing to you. You’re attacking her for no reason!”

“Done nothing?” I give a short laugh. “I’ve been up all night because she snuck me a laxative.”

“You started it by ruining her hair!” Dean yells. “You started this Jo! Y/N was actually looking forward to meeting you. She hoped you two could be good friends. But you went total Bride Wars on her!”

“Dean, I- I was here first. I thought you liked me.” I will not cry. My eyes are stinging, but I will not cry.

His face softened a little. “Jo, we’re friends. That’s all we’ve ever been. Sure, at first, I hit on you a little. That’s how I am. But I’ve come to think of you as my sister. I care about you- both of you.” Dean motions to Mom. “There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for either of you. But I can feel about you the way I feel about Y/N.”

Stupid emotions. I’m blubbering like a baby now.

“Listen to me,” Dean walks over and takes one of my hands in his. “I’m not the one for you. It just isn’t right. There’s someone out there, just waiting for you. He’s the one who’s gonna love you like you deserve, Jo. You’re still young. Your time will come.”

My bottom lip trembles. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

“I know. But I’m not the one you need to be apologizing to. Y/N is back at the motel crying her eyes out. I’m scared that her next plan of attack won’t be as kind as a few hours in the bathroom. You need to go and call off this stupid game.”

I nod, drying my eyes with the back of my hand. “Yeah, I will.”