i don't think i need you anymore

  • ***in Episode 45 of the Pokemon playthrough***
  • Danny: I won't talk, like, numbers or anything like this, but like just to show everyone what a fucking awesome guy you are. Uh, before i joined the show, and I was unemployed, I had just moved to LA. Ninja Sex Party was...in the red, shall we say? And like, needed cash to stay afloat. And we were gonna do a Kickstarter! And I told you about it; and you were like, "Dude, I'll just give you that." And, like...I almost cried. 'Cuz it was so fucking awesome of you.
  • Arin: Wasn't that in line at...?
  • Danny: It was on line for the X2!
  • Arin: *laughing* At Magic Mountain!
  • Danny: At Six Flags Magic Mountain!
  • Arin: We were getting all pumped and then we got real!
  • Danny: Yeah, and then I got very emotional; and THEN I flew on a roller coaster at 80 miles an hour backwards through fire!
  • Arin: And saw God.
  • Danny: Hooooly shit, that was a terrifying roller coaster. And I'm just grateful that I got a job right after that, like a week later. And then I got this job - the greatest job of all time - and then I didn't need that anymore. So I never actually needed...'cuz I hate borrowing money from friends.
  • Arin: Well whatever, it wouldn't be borrowing it, you'd just have it.
  • Danny: Well that'd be even worse, because...I couldn't accept that amount of money without feeling like I owed you...a great debt.
  • Arin: Yeah but here's the thing, you're my friend.
  • Danny: I know.
  • Arin: And that's just a thing that friends do.
  • Danny: You're a very rare and special guy, Arin. I don't think that's a thing that a lot of friends would do.
  • Arin: Well, then...fuck them.
  • Danny: Right?!
  • Arin: What do they know about friendship?

ONE MORE because people think they’re so smug when they point this out but whenever I see someone going like ooomg ur style hasn’t changed in x months/years!! I laugh bc yeah congrats on noticing, I like drawing in this style so generally speaking it will improve but look the “”same”” to you, I don’t feel the need to be inconsistent and jump styles all the time lmao

(not to mention whenever people say this stuff they usually expect artists to “step up” and draw everything in a realistic/more detailed style which is not something I’m usually into and really disrespectful to cartoon artists)

what I’ve /actually/ been trying to change/get better at is anatomy, the general movement and flow, and I know it’s been getting better

so I don’t need you to tell me what /you/ think I should be changing, I CAN draw in other styles, I simply use this one because it’s what makes me happy

so miss me with all that bullshit

Ask Meme: Send me an ask with an emoji to tell me which voltron character you think I'm most like
  • ❤️: keith
  • 💛: hunk
  • 💚: pidge
  • 💙: lance
  • 💜: dad, sorry i meant shiro
  • 💖: coran
  • 💕: allura
  • ❣️: space mice
  • 💝: random ally from this season (you choose)
  • 💗: zarkon using his magical seeking powers
  • 💓: space goop
without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the fact it’s the job and nothing more.

 It’s hard because Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.

 Derek’s team have been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.

 Stiles is across the restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s sitting across from.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do prompts based on the sentence "don't leave me"?

1) “Don’t leave me.”
“Not for the world.”

2) “Don’t leave me.”
“I can’t stay, I’m sorry.”

3) “Don’t leave me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re hurting me now.”

4) “Don’t leave me.”
“You’ll be fine, you’ve got this.”

5) “Don’t leave me.”
“Don’t ask me to stay - please.”

6) “Don’t leave me.”
“I can’t protect you if I stay.”

7) “Don’t leave me.”
“Add a please to that, I dare you. It’s the only way you’d sound more pathetic.”

8) “Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t need me anymore.”
“You think this was ever about need?”

9) “Don’t leave me.”
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

10) “Don’t leave me.”
“You say that like there’s anything left to leave. You were gone a life time ago.”

Things The Signs Have Said That Break My Heart
  • Aries: Was I ever anything more than a sad kid? I thought the drugs would help, but they just make you sadder and a little deader. I really tried my best, but I don't think there's much use anymore. Nobody cared then, and nobody cares now.
  • Taurus: I'm sorry, but I fell in love with you. I watch you move and I'm captivated. The world slows down just a little bit when I look at you. I wanna kiss your long neck, and run my fingers through your curly hair. I wanna listen to you talk for hours about old movies and bad music. I wanna hear every word that you have to say. But I can't, because you're in love with someone else
  • Gemini: I dreamed so much as a little kid. All those dreams are dead know. The world has a lot of fun killing little girls dreams.
  • Cancer: Please don't go! Stay! Stay! I need you to stay! No one ever stays.
  • Leo: I used to be special. Everyone thought I was going to be this amazing person. They thought I would do great things, but look at me. I'm nothing. If I was anything, it would be a failure.
  • Virgo: She just left. She didn't say anything. In one simple second, all the love and laughter that we had, was ripped from both of us. She just decided she did't feel like loving me anymore.
  • Libra: It's all gone. Any hope that I had is gone.
  • Scorpio: Do you think that if I get prettier, he might look at me like he used to? Maybe he'll love me again.
  • Sagittarius: The whole world is at my fingertips, they say, but I can't seem to ever grab it.
  • Capricorn: I could tell she didn't love me anymore. She would smile, but in her eyes I could see the pity and slight disgust she had for me. I tried to stop loving her, but I couldn't. I felt pathetic, like I was stood up. But this time I couldn't just go home and forget about it the next day. She was, and still is, my everything.
  • Aquarius: I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to be trapped in my mind. I want to live again. I just want to see the light one more time.
  • Pisces: Could you just tell me you love me? You don't have to mean it. I just want, for a second, to feel loved.
The Dinner Party

just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!


“You want me to do what?”

Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.

“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.

“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”

Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.

Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”

Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”

“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.

“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”

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In preparation for Welcome to the Madness
  • Yurio *mumbling*: Can you help me with my makeup?
  • Georgi: Huh?
  • Yurio *scowling and mumbling a little louder*: Can you help me with my makeup?
  • Georgi: What? You need to speak up, Yuri.
  • Yurio: HELP ME WITH MY FUCKING MAKEUP FOR MY EXHIBITION SKATE, YOU PAIN IN THE ASS CRYBABY!
  • Georgi: Well now you've gone and hurt my feelings. I don't think I want to help you anymore.
  • Yurio: Fine! I'll just ask Mila--
  • Georgi: No wait, come back! I'll do it! She doesn't know the first thing about eyeliner!

rooksrogueone  asked:

hi, sorry to dump this on you, hoping you might have some insight. do you ever feel like quitting therapy? not bc it's not working but bc it's too much effort? i know i need it but i don't want to be the person that needs it. i keep thinking its not that i want to die, i just don't want to be me anymore.

sure, about four times a week for about fifty minutes at a pop. i get it.


and i wish there was a pill, a drink, a button, a switch, a choice, but there’s not, and it’s okay to be mad and or sad and or lost and or despairing because there’s not such a thing. the road to better is long and hard to see, most especially when you’re on it. 


They say in certain rooms that alcoholism is a thing ‘cunning, baffling, and powerful’ and in my experience, mental illness is the same way. Contradictory, mercurial, turbulent, shifting – it’s a disease that attacks its host’s will to be well again. Hold that close. The nature of the thing is to convince you that because you have the thing you are not worth ridding yourself of the thing. Cunning, baffling, powerful.  


So this is me talking to me, not you. i don’t know you, not really, and I can’t tell you what you need or how to fix it. i know my own version of what you’re feeling, though. And if i could follow my own advice my own recovery and maintenance would be so much more easy but i can’t and it isn’t. so i guess the punchline is: you’re not alone. but if i know anything, it’s that stopping attempts to get better will not and can not, by the very virtue and nature of the enemy, help anything to get better no matter how much it promises us - me - that it will.

It’s fucked up to know that I will never get to roll in bed to find your sleeping face next to mine. I will never get to kiss you in the rain and tell the whole world that you’re mine. I won’t get any of these things because you’re not mine, you never were mine. You see, you tell me that you love me but I see the way you look at her. I know deep inside you miss her and is hoping that someday she’ll come back. And it’s so fucked up that I’m still here hoping that you’ll forget her and want me instead.
—  I want to know if she’s really better than me.
England React to Canada Still Recognising the British Monarch
  • England: well... *sighs* Canada, you deserved this. I'm sad to say that we won't be connected anymore, but at least we can still visit each other as equals.
  • Canada: Thank you, England~ I'll do my best and beat America!
  • England: u-uh... that's not the first thing you should do, Canada! A-Anyways, I don't think you need the face of my King anymore-
  • Canada: no wait, I... um... I wanted to tell you that I'll still recognize your monarch, England~
  • England: h-huh?
  • Canada: It means that I'll still keep the 'Monarchy of Canada'! Oh, Australia and New Zealand said they would too, we talked about it~ I don't mind, I think the monarchs in your home are pretty cool-
  • England: *hugs Canada* this is why you're my favourite, poppet!!
  • America, in the distance: Ow! Why do I feel that an older sibling figure of mine is playing favorites again???

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anonymous asked:

I haven't gone to school for weeks now. I lost all motivation to complete this school year, which ends next month, and I have no friends either. Everything seems useless. I don't know what to do anymore.

take a break. i think you really need to figure out who you are, what you want in life, and how to go about finding happiness for yourself. take a leave of absence and use that time to rest, reflect, and restart.

i remember when i would walk back to my dorm room in tears after critique days because i felt so worthless compared to the rest of my peers. i doubted myself a lot and thought i had been lying to myself (and been lied to by others) about my potential and talent. but during my leave of absence, i realized i was the one creating all of these assumptions and labels, not anyone else. i realized that i had simply been lost, confused, and unprepared to jump right into college life 3,000 miles away from home. and at the time, i thought that was unacceptable. everyone else was coping and handling everything just fine, so why couldn’t i? was i not strong enough? was i incapable? was i not college material? no. i was just different. and that was okay.

i think you need to know and reassure yourself that it’s okay to be sad and stressed and unmotivated. but don’t think being in a slump means you’re stuck forever. you have all the power in the world to start over again, but only if YOU choose to. no one can force you to go to classes, make friends, or be inspired. only YOU can do that. and only YOU can make that happen when YOU realize you are worth it.

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine after the third time the missus stops him and holds his face close while she's still trying to catch her breath saying "please I don't think I can take anymore, I don't think I'll even be able to welcome your mum later on, please just a little break god damnit"

You’re literally begging him when he comes back to your lips. You’re breathing deeply, barely able to get out what you need to. You feel lightheaded, your body exhausted from all that it’s doing in reaction to his tongue. 

‘Harry—please. M’not gonna be able to move if you keep going.’ You pant and he grins. 

‘Haven’t got any plans today anyway.’ He kisses you again. 

‘We do have plans, your mum is supposed to come by and if you keep—’ 

He presses his lips to yours again before you can go on about how you won’t be able to get up, put your panties back on or walk either.

‘M’just having my breakfast.’ He bites down on you bottom lip. 

‘Does your mum know you’ve got a filthy mouth on you?’ You roll your eyes and he bites into your neck and down to your collarbone. You’re too tired and out of it to warn him about the marks he always leaves. ‘Just give me a minute.’ You grin. ‘Can’t even close my legs without whimpering.’ 

‘One.’ He says. He’s only giving you one minute. 

  • Karamel Fandom: COME ON WE CANT DO THIS ANYMORE WE NEED KARAMEL😭😭
  • Supergirl: nah I don't think your ready yet
  • Karamel Fandom: OF COURSE WE ARE
  • Supergirl: no, we are doing this for your own good
  • Karamel: PLLLEEEAASSSEE
  • Supergirl: i really don-
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  • Supergirl: 2x16 stills and sneak peeks
  • Karamel Fandom : thank you!!!
  • Supergirl: 2x16 comes
  • Karamel Fandom: ....Oh my god
  • Supergirl: Karamel interviews
  • Karamel Fandom: ok you can sto-
  • Supergirl: musical crossover comes
  • Karamel Fandom : OKAY THATS ENOUGH WE'RE GOO-
  • Supergirl: 2x17 stills
  • Karamel Fandom : LET US BREATHE GODDAMNIT!!1!!!11
Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute