i feel like such a prick

Recently I have been giving a lot of people compliments and I’ve told a lot of people how much they mean to me.
My anxiety has been a prick, and I’ll have a heart attack every time I tell people nice things and just TALK, but it has made me feel like a better person and it has given me a lot of happiness that I make people smile.


Oliver is all “No wonder it felt disturbing when I started to help Johnny out!”

Enrique is like “We didn’t consider being nice to each other and having these sappy feelings!”

And Johnny is so adamant about not needing help or wanting to be part of a team because then they wouldn’t be as famous and Robert is just like “as a legendary individual, YOU LOST.”

But then Robert goes “I don’t think this team idea will work guys. I don’t like it but I’ll try anything. Teamwork, how utterly childish.” SO ENTHUSIASTIC.

I love these guys.

Otome games be like

Heroine: i love white dresses
Guy: oooh wow just soo pure ahhh like an angel’s wings white YASS !!!!!

Heroine: ouch i pricked my finger
Guy: well better carry you.

Herione: hi ! Im new-
Guy: don’t mind but i just realized i am in love with you.
Heroine: ohhh nice to meet you too !
Guy: but
Heroine: yeah ur r a very nice person.
Guy:  D:

Guy 1: do u love me
Guy2: or me ????
Heroine: yes .

Heroine: but i dont feel the same way right now.
Guy: ok i understand , but i will make you fall in love with me.
Guy: *proceeds to have no chill for the next few years*

(I almost didn’t want to share this, but now I’m feeling brave.)

Every action has its equal opposite reaction.
Thanks to Donald Trump, our country’s fractured into factions.
Try not to crack under the stress, we’re breaking down like fractions.
We smack the POTUS in the press and don’t give retractions.
I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion–
The way he shrieks and tweets, and dresses in China-made fashions.
Our oppressed citizens are frightened, wondering if they should cower,
While a Nazi runs the show behind the chair of power.
This prick won’t listen his citizens that loudly beseech him.
Somebody remind Senate that he’s got enough dirt on his back so we can at last impeach him.
Type up papers, Senators. Someone file the proceeding and serve it!
We all respect the chair, but that Donald Trump does not deserve it.

Rhysand & Feyre
  • Rhysand: Feyre come here! It’s an emergency!
  • Feyre: *winnows in and see’s he’s unharmed* Oh Thank the Cauldron! I thought you were injured!
  • Rhysand: *shrugs* No, I’m not.
  • Feyre: *eyebrows furrow* Wait... Then what’s the emergency?
  • Rhysand: *smirks* Oh, I just realized that I currently look outrageously sexy and thought you might like to witness it.
  • Feyre: *laughs* You Prick, I thought you were dying.
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word count: 3,601 not as long as i thought it’d be ngl

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. very mature themes.  this chapter has mentions of bruises and gunshots. this chapter has mentions of nightmares, gunshots and death

Originally posted by annabartollo

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Three gun shots. Three bodies. Three lives.

Dressed in all black with your hair pinned back into a smooth and sophisticated bun you climbed out of the car, the driver handed you your large metal crutches as the painful reminder of why you were there began to prick at your eyes. It had been two weeks since they were killed, you drank in your heartbreaking surroundings and prepared yourself for what was about to take place. The funeral.
Hobbling up the stairs outside the church you were greeted with three familiar faces, each of them puffy from crying but simultaneously somewhat happy to see you there.

“Y/N, hey.. Thanks for coming.” Jimin pulled you into a warm embrace, being careful not to touch your still very painful leg,

“I wanted to be here.” You breathed shakily as you forced a smile, trying to keep the threatening tears at bay,

“I still can’t believe it…” Serena mumbled as she hugged your frame, her voice no louder than a whisper,

“Me neither.. I, uh-” You coughed out, the underlying guilt of what happened still raw in your mind.
Luckily your discomfort didn’t go unnoticed and a low voice interrupted the harrowing conversation, “Are we all ready to go inside?” Hoseok asked, resting his large hand on your shoulder blade,

“Mhm.” You forcefully pulled your lips into the faintest smile as he helped you inside the building and to your seat.

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i feel like jacob probably doesn’t give 2 fucks about america / independence day , he has like 0 national pride , but when he’s around enoch he’s all “back in america we have a little thing called freedom , u probably haven’t heard about it” and is just the most patriotic prick in the world just to piss enoch’s british ass off

markired  asked:

okay... i'm jumping on the anti in glasses bandwagon and i bring you this... anti not wearing his glasses because he feels it messes up his 'edgelord' look like "dark i can't wear glasses, i'm not a nerd." and dark tries to show him that it won't mess up his look like "anti, wearing glasses does not make you a nerd. see?" and he wears his own and anti can't help but stare because whoops dark looks damn good in them *fingerguns out*

I am living for this. LIVING. The boys in glasses makes me smile so wide oh my gosh.

“Now you really look like an old man, Dark~”
“… Anti, you prick. I’m going to-”
“But you’re pretty good-lookin’ for an old man, I guess.” He shrugs.

And then they start wearing them more often, even when they don’t need to.

“Hey there baby, wanna hang out?” my head snapped in the direction of the voice i heard but I soon regretted it. My gaze was met with an average man, blonde hair who looked at me with a wolfish expression devouring me with his eyes make my feel disgusted. I was on a date with Elijah and he had gone to care of some ‘business’.

It was nighttime and the streets were empty. I know, a dangerous time but I actually liked being out at night enjoying the wind blowing my hair away and so on, unfortunately this prick was making it hard for me to enjoy.

“No thank you” I politely declined trying to pry off his gaze. “Come on, lets go somewhere private” he started to come closer making me feel uncomfortable and a little scared as no one was around. “Step away” I firmly said trying to keep my voice stable. ‘Lijah where are you? My mind kept pleading. “I have a boyfriend so step back!” I said glaring. “Ditch him and come with me. I know you want to”. He said as his hand made contact with my waist. Slap.

The voice echoed through the empty streets. “Y-you hit me! You little bitch! Yo-“ “Now, I believe that isn’t a way to talk to a lady now is it” Elijah cut him off mid-sentence as he suddenly appeared out of nowhere making me sigh in relief. He pulled me towards him and turned his back towards that stranger glaring at him menacingly with a tranquil expression.

“Who the hell are you?”. “Her boyfriend”. The guy chuckled “This whore? Yo-“ within seconds Elijah grabbed him by the neck and pinned him to the wall. “Apologize” he whispered menacingly. He struggled in Elijah’s grasp but could not get out. “NOW!” Elijah said with anger and a hard glare. Judging by Elijah’s expression he was trying real hard not to pull his heart out for my sake as I was standing there, and he wished for me not to see such a gruesome sight. If I wasn’t there one could only imagine what he could do. “I’m really sorry!” he suddenly blurted out feeling scared and intimated by Elijah.

“Elijah, please let it go” I pleaded feeling sorry for the poor soul. He even wet his pants due to fear. “No one talks like that to my girl. Keep that in mind” Elijah let him go whispering a small “pathetic”. He scrambled back running away in fear constantly muttering a ‘sorry’ now and then.

I went towards Elijah and placed my hand on his jaw, feeling him relax under my touch. “He did not hurt you did he?” he asked with both concern and anger on his face. “No I’m fine” I replied with a small smile. “Good” he whispered kissing my forehead slowly and putting his arms around me. “Thank you by the way.. For defending me”. A small smile graced his beautiful features “anything for you my love”. Yup… I definitely had the best boyfriend in the world.


For @monster-apartments-au because their fanfic is super amazing and I totally recommend it! -thumbs up-
Matt: Ah, be careful Edd…
Edd: Woah…
Tom: What are you doing here, demon?
Tord: …
I feel like Edd would want to check out Matt’s fangs and Matt would let him after a bit of begging but he would be like worrying over Edd and if he might accidentally prick Edd with his teeth.

Tom and Tord are cute, and I wanted to draw that one part where he’s carrying Tom home but I couldn’t get it right..sorry.

Pricked: Part 3

Part 1  Part 2

Scenario: You and Mino have been together since you were eighteen years old. You’ve been through so much together, but time changed who you both were, what you both wanted and, ultimately, it ended. It ended once, twice, and a million times after. Each time fate somehow bringing you back to one another; but how cruel could fate really be? For with every time you crashed back into the one another, you felt pieces’ fray and rip at the seams; pricked by love thrones that never healed.

A/N: So…you guys may not like me after reading this, but honestly the main reason why I took so long to post this is because I’m worried about how this is going to make you feel. It maybe a little more melancholy than anticipated, because I’m currently in a bit of a funk, but I hope it’s nonetheless enjoyable. While reading also listen to Greta Svabo Bech’s, “Circles.”

Genre: Mino x Reader

Words: 3798

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

That moment in the alley replayed in your head until the memory began to burn and flake like ash. You couldn’t remember the exact moment his girlfriend, no his fiancée, looked back at your drowning figure. When you saw that spark of knowing and her eyes hopelessly staring at the side of Mino’s face. The wondering of how you must have looked: standing there with the only person who’d ever made your life make sense.

The betrayal sat deep in your heart; realization setting in that he was never going to tell you. The look of being caught in his lack of eye contact replaying in your mind along with Danah’s words: You need to let him be happy and stop trying to ruin it.

Was he happy?

The last time you’d spoken of anything outside of your affair was that it seemed like he wasn’t. The last real argument based around him asking you to leave your boyfriend. For you to both try again and hope that, this time, this time you could get it right. All that seemed like a fairytale; the reality playing out much harsher. Like a Brother’s Grimm tale that left you bruised and bleeding at the tragic end.

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Jaune: “So you’re saying that you could have told us all of that, but instead let us wander around Mistral for six months with no idea of what is actually going on, or what we are possibly up against, FOR NO REASON?!”

Qrow: “Well when you say it like I feel like kind of a prick.”

Ren: “That’s because you are.”

Nora: “Yep yep yep.”

Jaune: “Your uncle is an ass Ruby.”

Lexa’s thumb swipes across the back of Clarke’s hand. “What is your wish, Clarke?” she asks.

Licking her lips, Clarke draws in a cool, clean breath and lets it out in a slow sigh. “I,” she starts and then stops. Lexa squeezes her hand again and the wish surges up through Clarke’s lips. “I want to be weightless,” she says. “I want … I want to be free.”

She takes a deep breath and tears prick at her eyes when she lets it out to feel all the weight slip from her shoulders as if speaking the wish aloud has allowed her, in this one moment, to truly let go of all that she has been carrying around inside her. A whimper of a sob escapes her, bubbles up and somehow sounds more like a laugh than anything else, and Clarke feels young and clean for the first time in too long.

Clarke smiles with her eyes closed and then asks, “What’s yours?” She squeezes Lexa’s fingers. “What do you want to be?”

Lexa is quiet a long time, and Clarke opens her eyes to look at her. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight. Lexa’s eyes are wide and wet and almost turquoise in the glowing halo that dances around them, and for once, they are not haunted. They are full and bright and yearning, and Lexa is more honest than perhaps she has ever been when she licks her lips and whispers, “Yours.

this heart, fossilized and silent(once was tender and once was violent) by chrmdpoet 

There are so many incredibly remarkable moments in this fic that I just can’t get enough but I have to say that this is my most favorite. This part has reduced me to a sobbing mess for weeks–I still cry about it now. Hence, the fanart above! The feels overwhelmed me too much I had to make an outlet. I’ve never loved a fanfic as much as I have come to love this. Words aren’t enough to describe how important this is to me.

so as a tribute I dedicate this to the extremely talented chrmdpoet 

thank you so much for writing this beautiful gem. I hope you like this even though it looks so messy lol it’s not so great, I had to try a method I haven’t done before to achieve the lighting, so it was all trial and error. But I hope this, at the least, looks a little like how you had envisioned the scene in your mind :) again, thank you! Your fic is such a gift to this fandom and I could never be any prouder to have you with us. Please keep writing :P

muffintop832  asked:

imagine with lucio, zenny, and mercy where s/o has to get stuff done in the hospital (shots, blood being drawn, etc.) but they are super scared bc hospitals give them bad memories (close one passing away, just plain out scared of needles, terrified of hospitals in general) I have to get my blood drawn soon and I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack because I literally cry at the sight of a needles/going into hospital rooms :') thank you for your works!!!

I’ve gotten a lot of blood taken and I would suggest just looking away, slow breaths help as well. Think about something else and it’ll be over before you even realise.


  • He’s holding your hand the whole time
    • Singing you a song while they’re taking blood
    • He has you to look at him the whole time
    • You barely even feel when they prick your arm
    • It’s over before you notice
  • He takes you out for ice cream
    • Or diary free alternative
    • Depending on diet
  • He’s just so proud of you


  • The concept needs to be explained to him
    • It’s not really something people talk about
    • “They’re going to test my blood for various stuff so they know what will help.”
  • He plays a little magic trick while they’re taking your blood
    • Making one of his orbs appear in his hand
    • You were so focused on him that it was over before you noticed the prick
  • He’s so proud of you
    • You did good
    • He takes you on a date
    • Nothing complex but probably just a walk around the park


  • While as a doctor she doesn’t take blood
    • That’s nurses or lab techs job
    • But she knows how to do it
      • She’s worked in a lot of places that didn’t have that luxury
  • She’ll hold your hand while you’re getting blood drawn
    • Still in her scrubs and white coat
    • While she’ll talk to you about her lunch or something funny that happened
    • She can’t talk about a funny case however
      • Due to confidentiality
  • She’s still working so she can’t go too far
    • But she’ll take you to the cafeteria to grab some jello or whatever you want

My Pliroy Valentines Day fic! I hope you all enjoy it! ;D

“You know, Yura, as your friend, I feel like it’s my duty to tell you that if one of you doesn’t make the first move, nothing will ever happen.“  Yuuri’s voice was kind if teasing.  That didn’t make Yuri feel any better.  Like he didn’t already know that.

"J.J. won’t make the first move,” Otabek said, not looking up from his phone.  “He thinks he’s lucky enough that you talk to him at all now.  He’s not going to risk blowing that.”

Yuri groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face.  “Neither of you are helping.”

“Did you bring the chocolate we made?” Yuuri asked.  “I’m sure he’d love that.”

Otabek snickered. Yuri blushed.  “I bet he would, fucking conceited prick,” he grumbled.

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