i did my best and that's what matters

this is going to be really long and cheesy but i guess there’s no helping it. i’ve been really trying to avoid this topic for a long time but as their disbandment date grows shorter and shorter, my heart aches even more.

i really did pray that jbj would become a permanent group. i know that they were just a project group, nothing more and nothing less. and with the situation with taehyun and sanggyun, it made me pray that they extend jbj’s contracts longer. but that’s cruel, especially for the other fans who are waiting for their return to their groups. i have to remind myself that they’ll always be a project group. but seeing them grow together as jbj, from their time in pd101, to their rocky road to becoming jbj, to seeing their chemistry in variety shows, to their first comeback and first win, them performing on award shows, to me personally, they have become more than just a project group. they’re a miracle group, a group that made a dream into a reality, a group that defied odds just to be together, not only for each other’s, but for the fans.

that’s why, once their disbandment comes, instead of being only heartbroken, i’m also gonna be happy for them, because they’ve proven that they don’t need to win a survival program to reach their dreams. that all they need was just the support and love and appreciation that they rightly deserved after being treated badly by the program, by their companies, and by people who only wanted them to stay as nobodies. i’m gonna be heartbroken, but i’m also gonna be happy, because taehyun and sanggyun are finally going back to their groups, and that i’ll be looking forward for their appearances, as well as the debut of the other jbj members in their respective groups. i’m so proud to be a joyful, who was there at their greetings, to also be there to watch their goodbyes.

my one and only biggest regret is that we will never see jbj as the ot7 that we dreamed of. i wish that maybe in the future, if jbj decides to promote together again, is that we see taedong with them as well. but for now, i pray for their dreams and the success that they deserve, as individuals and as members of their original groups. and i hope that joyfuls will continue supporting the members where they go.

The Sky is gay and so are the Stars

  • Emma: Hook proposed.
  • Regina: Oh...congratulations.
  • Emma: We both know you don't mean that.
  • Regina: I'm your friend...friends support each other...
  • Emma: But...
  • Regina: But he's not right for you Emma...you deserve better...someone who stands up with you, who helps you see the best in yourself...it doesn't matter. If that's him...
  • Emma: It isn't. Ask me what I said.
  • Regina *frowns confused*: What did you say?
  • Emma: No.
  • Regina: No? But I thought...you said he was your happy ending.
  • Emma: And people once believed the earth was flat. I don't think he's my happy ending...but I know you are.
Tyler Seguin: You Don’t Have Me Part 9

Originally posted by off-icesituation


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As your thumb crashed over the call button, your whole body shook, still not done sobbing. Through every ring your you became more anxious. You not only wanted to hear his voice but after tonight, and frankly the last few weeks, he was the only person you wanted to talk to.

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I was around 5 when I learned the in’s and out’s of sex.

 While most 5 year olds were worried about what dolls they were going to get for Christmas, I was worried about when Id have to see my family again. My own father had began to sexualize me around this time, claiming I had a “J-Lo booty” and would slap/ pat but butt every time I saw him. The rest of my family followed suit. Everything I knew about sex came from those related to me or pornography. When I was 7 I looked up sex on Google and saw all of these brother and sisters touching each other so I thought what my family was just what family did. For the longest time my family had brain washed me into thinking it was just that… normal. I remember thinking it was normal to feel a burning sensation when I went to pee. I remember thinking all the pain I was feeling in my vagina was normal. 

By the time I was in fourth grade I had started to develop breasts and couldn’t wear the same things as my fellow female classmates. I was ashamed of my body. By this time I had started to watch porn and began to learn what I thought was my role as a woman, pleasing men and doing whatever they said. 

People all around me had been saying I was sexy for years so I started wearing a full face of makeup in 6th grade. When I hit middle school I was a D cup. We had to wear uniforms, but the Polo/ lace came combo, that was popular for girls my age, was forbidden for me. If I tried to dress like the other girls my age I would be called into the principals office and told to change because I was being distracting. No matter what I wore I would still get harassed. The “popular” guys would always come up and ask to touch my breasts and hit my butt while I walked by them. I told of of my teachers that this was happening and she said “take it as a complement”. In 8th grade I heard I was having sex with the football team in the boys bathroom and giving blow jobs to my best guy friend. I was 14 and hadn’t even kissed a boy yet. 

I was 14 when I created a Kik account with a fake name, thankfully. I started chatting with boys much older than me. They would ask for pictures so I sent them because thats what good girls did right? These men made me feel pretty and wanted…I was always trying to please people no matter what.  Please don’t be fooled by smooth talking men with sweet words. 

When I decided to have a breast reduction at 15, I transferred to a new high school for a new start, sadly rumors at my old school spread like wildfire. “Lauren got pregnant” “I heard she went off to California to have the baby”. I was still consensually a virgin at this point. When I moved to my new school the guys only paid attention to me because they thought I was easy. I got special treatment from a certain male teacher and was disliked by one of the female teachers because of it. 

Only when I turned 17 did I realize that I had been used and sexualized throughout my entire life. It was revealed to me on prom night my senior year what people actually thought of me at school. The guys at a after prom party were focused on me and my v neck shirt. They kept giving me alcohol in attempt to get me drunk. Im fairly sure my period was the only thing that stopped something happening that night.I went on to college and felt evermore worthless.I was 19 when I lost my virginity to some guy I barely knew because everyone was doing it. The innocence I still held onto was abused.

 Im going to paraphrase a line from a post I reblogged, don’t tell girls they become a woman they day they start they’re menstrual cycle, tell them on their 18th birthday. Stop sexualizing little girls. The world is indeed confused. 

I am 20 now and realize that I have a voice and a choice in what I with my body and who I share it with. We as women put too much emphases on what others think of us. Girls please be smart. If someone makes you feel uncomfortable, speak up. And if you see someone who looks uncomfortable, help them out, get them help. Our time is now. 

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Damian:</b> Father, your presence at this soccer game is not necessary. It is a trivial matter, one that my schoolmates have forced me to partake in.<p/><b>Bruce:</b> That's okay, Damian. I want to see you play. I was a pretty gifted athlete in my boarding school days as well, actually. I made the team four years in a row.<p/><b>Damian:</b> What did you play?<p/><b>Jason:</b> [walks in]<p/><b>Bruce, looking into the far distance as he reminisces:</b> Competitive Lacrosse. I was captain, and a pretty good one, if I say so myself. Why, I can remember in the summer of '84, Coach Buckley told me I had the moxy to be the best lacrosse pla-.<p/><b>Jason:</b> [walks back out]<p/></p><p/></p>

im not a “responds too quickly to ur text” kinda gay im more like an “i saw u texted me and spent 20 minutes opening and closing my phone trying to build up the emotional courage to read what u sent me in full and by the time i did open it and fully read the contents  of the text, no matter how benign or domestic, i was so emotionally exhausted i couldnt muster up the courage to text back and now its been 3 months and i know you never want to talk to me again but thats probably for the best” kinda gay

anonymous asked:

i don't think westallen is incest but it weirded me out in the beginning and i think it's all the writer's fault because they framed them too close as siblings, now i've never read the comics so i had no idea they would become a couple, so i was like wait weren't they siblings? that's kind of my point of view coming from someone who didn't know they were a canon couple in the comics

They were always Barry Allen and Iris West. 

Originally posted by nikascott

Barry has fawned over Iris since the very first episode, if that didn’t clue you in I don’t know what took you so long.

It has also been said that even before Barry moved in under Joe’s care he was in love with Iris. That did not go away, no matter how many times people try to label them as siblings, Barry felt something for his best friend, and she did too.

The show has always ran on the premise that Barry was, is and always will be in love with Iris. No matter what iteration or universe, earth, or time - that is their story. 

But even without them moving in together, had they just been best friends I’m sure people would tag their relationship in some kind of sibling form. I don’t know what their aversion regarding Barry being in love with Iris is, especially since she is way out of his league. 

persistheillustrator  asked:

I want to ask you something that's been bothering me. I tried to break up with a guy I was dating because I want to focus on my education and I'm no longer interested in him. No matter what I did or said, he won't accept the fact that I don't want to be with him anymore. I reluctantly agreed to take a break from the relationship and that was the only answer he accepted. What's the best way to end a relationship with a guy who won't take no for an answer?

#LAVENDER sisterhood answer:

The problem is? you are already dancing around him.  

You have made your point and he doesn’t want to accept it for fear of what?  

what are you avoiding?  that’s what you have to prepare for.

You are not responsible for how he takes the news.  Everyone goes thru heartbreak and feels they can’t go on.  And you grow up!  Hurts. Sucks.  

But you want to break up with him because he is controlling.  and that includes emotional control. 

You must break that control.  

And he will flair up in protest to keep in control.  

You seem to be hoping that I have a magically way to explain it that won’t hurt his feelings and he’s just going to let you slip away; drama free.

It’s not what your saying, it’s what you are doing – ending the control dynamic.  Guess what? he likes that arrangement & he doesn’t want to let it go.

What you need to do is block his number, cold turkey.

But you, like most of us, won’t bc you want to be a good girl, let him down gently, so that you don’t feel so guilty, although you already did explain yourself. 

 He didn’t want to accept it.

NOW the problem is no matter how you say/do it- when you severe that control and he feels it, he will either get violent or emotionally threatening to gain back control and you will play this back-n-forth.

AND IN THAT BACK-N-FORTH, is when your physical danger is the greatest.  Women always get killed, shot, raped, in this trying to leave phase.  

This includes if he gets suicidal.  Don’t come rushing to his aid if he threatens to kill himself.  Call 911.  The different betw homicide & suicide is a split second of a guns direction.  Numerous guys ask for that last meet-up and it turns into a murder-suicide or kidnapping rape.

I don’t know what you are facing bc your dancing around not trying to get him upset bc what?  

and …. that is what you need to tell your sisters about, so we can help you prepare.

stefan + elena

Now thats love.
That kind of love never dies.
Love really did conquer all.
I envy the love you have.
That kind of love it can change your whole life.
What is love to you? Never giving up.
She’s the love of my life.
I picked you. Because I love you. No matter what happens, its the best choice I ever made.
Thats what love should be. You should love the person that makes you glad that you’re alive.
I will always love you.

Trying to talk to other humans after TOA be like
  • Friend: Percy who? Oh my god please no this is going to be anot-
  • Me, ignoring that previous comment: aNd Oh mY gOdS MeG is mY SpiRiT AnImAL
  • Friend: her Percy Jackson rant... *sighs* Meg who?
  • Me, ignoring that previous comment: GET MEG COWS 2K16
  • Friend: cows? That's stupid, wh-
  • Me, ignoring that previous comment: aPoLLo iS BiSeXuAl
  • Friend: isn't he a God though?
  • Me, ignoring that previous comment: kAYla hAS tWo DaDs
  • Friend: how did that e-
  • Me, ignoring that previous comment: but best of all... sOlAngElo iS fUckING cAnNon
  • Friend: soul angel what now?
  • Me: ...
  • Friend: ...
  • Me: ...
  • Person, formerly known as 'friend': ... Wait was I-
  • Me, standing up furiously: don't ever talk to me or my gaybies ever again!
Say Something (Requested)

Dylan is your best friend, nothing more. You help each other with everything, so it only makes sense to come to him when you have boy problems. After all, he is the only guy you feel you really can trust. You are both laying on your bed watching tv when you decide to bring up a topic that’s been on your mind lately.

“Hey Dyl.”

Dylan stops throwing your pillow up in the air to sit up and look at you. “Yeah?”

“You know how that guy came up to us and was talking to me earlier? Was he flirting with me or just being friendly?”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes before saying, “He was definitely flirting with you. You couldn’t tell?”

Of course you couldn’t tell, guys never openly told you how they felt. “Well it’s not like I have a lot of experience with flirting. I don’t have that much experience with guys at all, really.”

Dylan mocks you by responding with, “Then what am I?” as he nudges you with his elbow.

“Come on, you know what I mean. Like kissing, flirting, dating, that stuff…”

He squints his eyes and tilts his head. “Wait, you’ve never kissed a guy? Not even a peck? How did I not know this? You’re my best friend!”

You try your best at avoiding eye contact when you say, “Thats not something you brag about. I didn’t really think it mattered. But now that I know that guys are like, interested in me, I guess it does. I don’t even know how to kiss a guy, how pathetic is that?” Dylan always makes sure you feel comfortable telling him about your personal life, but it’s embarrassing when you don’t really have a personal life to discuss in the first place.

“It’s not that hard. Your first kiss is always the worst one. Once you get past that, every other one will seem like a piece of cake. Maybe… Maybe I can teach you. That way your first real kiss will be your second actual kiss. Did that make sense? It sounded better in my head.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. We should kiss. For teaching purposes.”

“Of course, for teaching purposes…” Dylan tilts your chin up slightly before leaning toward you. He gets close enough that you can feel the heat from his breath on your mouth, and then his lips press ever so gently against yours. You close your eyes as your lips lock for a couple of seconds and Dylan pulls away. You open them again to see him staring back at you intensely. Without thinking, you go in for a second kiss. Dylan doesn’t pull away from this one, instead he pulls you toward him as the kiss continues.

His hands slide up your arms and you get goosebumps. You aren’t sure if you’re even doing the whole kissing thing right but he doesn’t stop you so that must be a good sign. You place your hands against his chest as your kiss intensifies. Dylan breaks away again, and this time you realize you two may have been a bit too into the kiss that was solely for “teaching purposes”.
You immediately stand up and occupy yourself by finding some random thing to clean in your room, too embarrassed to face your best friend when you let out, “Uh, thanks for… Whatever that was. We can forget about it if you thought it was weird.”
He stands next to you and starts fidgeting with his hands by running them through his hair before he responds. “No, it wasn’t weird. Well maybe, but not for the reasons you think. I’m just realizing that I kind of don’t want anyone else to kiss you like that.”

“Kiss me like what?” You aren’t sure if he means this in a protective brother type of way or a jealous boyfriend way.

“Romantically I guess. I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m really tired… Y/N, I know we’re best friends and all but it just felt different when we kissed. I mean, I’ve always kind of had a thing for you, I just never said anything.”

So many questions rush through your mind. How could he have had feelings for you this whole time and not tried to pursue them? Did anyone else know? “Why didn’t you ever tell me anything? You should have said something.”

He bites down on his nail and looks at the floor. “I had the biggest crush on you when we first met but you didn’t seem interested so I just let it go.”

You repeat under your breath, “I wish you would have said something.”

Dylan hears you and says, “I’m saying it now. I regret not telling you, but I can’t go back in time. If I could I would have kissed you the first day we met.”

Of course the thought of Dylan being more than a friend has crossed your mind from time to time, you just never imagined it actually happening. You never even realized how badly you wanted to call him yours until now. You take a bold step and wrap your arms around him before planting your lips on his for the third time that night. He’s stiff from surprise at first but soon kisses you back with the same amount of passion as before. Who said best friends can’t become boyfriends?