i hate all the attention i get

anonymous asked:

Did Bob hate Alycia cause L was so much more popular than him?

sometimes i’m like i wonder what possesses people to send me asks like this like totally out of the blue like what is the point like i get it ur parents dont pay attention to you so you seek validation over the interwebs and all you do is send some dumb ass messages and masturbate to bad cl fanfiction god what kind of life do y’all even lead? sad!

  • me: [doesnt get attention for fifteen seconds]
  • me: [drapes self over the lounge] it is fine. i am Okay. i suppose it is simply my destiny to die alone. Abandoned. Without a soul in the world to care for me. [delicately wipes a glistening tear from my eye] i'm not bothered. i Understand why you all Hate Me and wish me dead. after all, maybe it is all for the best....... [i stare forlornly into the middle distance, allowing my limbs to go slack as i lie back and wait to wither away, ignored forever]

A lot of people apparently think it’s a valid statement when they say that Stiles and Derek hated each other, and I wholeheartedly say, you’re wrong.

I’d like to call this my masterpost for proof that Stiles and Derek did, indeed, care for one another very much. I may not list all, but I will list the ones I find the most notable:

1. Stiles getting in Chris Argent’s face about Kate and what Kate did to Derek and his family. A lot of people look pass this scene, just a mere glance, but it truly caught my attention. I don’t think this has ever been addressed by Stiles before this scene, but in a part of Formality, Chris began questioning Stiles on what he had to do to tame Scott (trying to argue for why werewolves should be taken down) and Stiles brought up the Hale fire and immediately got upset and rather infuriated at what had happened. He knew what Kate did, knew what it did to Derek and it got to him. And that’s what got to me.

2. The iconic pool scene.

Firstly, Derek told Stiles to go protect himself, ready to fight by himself.

Now, of course, Stiles did not listen.

Secondly- wait, do I really need to explain why this scene is so important?

Stiles went back for Derek, who he claimed to hate, and saved him, kept him from drowning. (Totally screwed up his phone in the process but whateves.)

This is still one of the most notable Sterek scenes.

3. Derek saving Stiles from getting killed by Isaac.

4. Derek also protected Stiles from Peter in the hospital scene.

5. This scene.

What really got me about this one is that Stiles wasn’t that close to Boyd. He hardly even knew Boyd, but what he did know was how much Boyd meant to Derek.

What he knew was that Derek needed comfort, and he gave it in the slightest way.

It wasn’t much, just a hand on the shoulder, but he did it. He did it and this scene showed that he cared, that he was there for Derek.

6. Derek trusting Stiles over his own girlfriend.

Not to mention that later on in the episode, when Jennifer stated that she could be the only one to take them to Stiles’ dad, Derek went into full attack mode.

7. Derek being protective over Stiles, ready to chase after him because he knew what Stiles was going to do would be risky.

8. The elevator scene.

Reminder that this scene was an episode after the argument they had, on the same day and possibly an hour apart at most.

What really got me about this scene was the worry on Stiles’ face when he saw Derek laying there. He just stopped all together for a moment before moving in to help.

The evident panic in his voice as he kept on telling Derek to wake up just warmed my heart.

9. Derek was incredibly hesitant in taking Stiles down while the Nogistune had taken over him. He hardly even suggested it.

10. Stiles worrying about Derek in season 4, after he got taken. He even refused to leave without finding Derek.

11. Stiles hesitating to go save his own best friend because Derek was close to dying.

This one scene basically saved season 4. This one scene broadcasted just how much Stiles truly cares for Derek.

Guys, he hesitated to save his own best friend. Understand how major that is.

Stiles only left when Derek told him to go, demanded it, and even than he still wasn’t sure and looked back once more before going.

This scene was so significant, probably the most significant Sterek scene ever.

12. Everyone looking at Stiles before Derek left.

This may not seem like a big deal, but I take this as his friends understanding just how much Derek means to him. He had to watch Derek walk away and I feel like they got it, it just clicked.

13. Stiles smiling at Derek’s initials.

The fact that something as simple as Derek’s initials had Stiles stopping just to smile really means something.

And if that wasn’t enough to prove how much he missed Derek, remember the following episode when Scott brought Derek up?

Stiles’ pause and the look on his face and the look on Scott’s face like he knew something, knew that Derek meant more to Stiles than Stiles was saying.

14. Stiles is Derek’s anchor.

Anchor. Anchor.

This is important.

An anchor being someone you feel safe and secure around, someone who can pull you back, someone meaningful.

Stiles was that for Derek, and if that’s not enough to prove just how much Derek cares for and appreciates Stiles, I don’t know what is.

In conclusion, you can say whatever you want about Sterek but do not deny how important they were to each other. It’s ridiculous and not even an argument. In the beginning, they probably hated each other but now? You’re only playing yourself if you’re really trying to argue that they mean nothing to each other.

Dragneel Fam!
  • Natsu: *screaming* WAIT WTF IS GOING ON!
  • Zeref: oh my mavis CAN I JUST DIE!
  • *gets crippling depression*
  • Larcade: ALL I WANT IS LOVE AND ATTENTION! IS THAT TO MUCH JESUS!
  • August: Haha SURPRISE BITCHES IM A DRAGNEEL!
  • Mavis: I SHOULD LOVE YOU BUT GOD I HATE YOU!
  • Momma and daddy Dragneel: WHAT HAVE WE DONE!

i hate that fanfic that’s clearly written by a gay fan for gay fans hardly gets any attention. like gay fans can TELL when something is written by someone who’s lgbtq+ and when it’s written by a straight person. and it’s a tragedy that those fics that don’t feature that much sex (and even then it’s written correctly and not in a fetishistic way) and focuses on the characters as flawed human beings where the relationship isn’t 100% stable all the time, where it is has its issues because the characters probably don’t know HOW to be in a relationship with someone of the opposite gender and might even struggle with their own internalized homophobia, those fics don’t get any attention outside of what it can attract from gay fans. and if it’s a fic for a rarepair then you’re fucked. these fics usually end up languishing at the bottom of ao3 until the writer never wants to write anything again, even if their characterization and story is perfect.

you know what’s at the top of ao3? porn fic written by straight women. it could be horrendously out of character or even badly written and yet as long as other straight women can get off to it then it shoots right to the top of the pairing tag. they might not even care about the character’s relationships or their happiness - especially true with slash fanfic where the female love interest gets completely erased despite having a vital friendship with one or both of the characters.

honestly you guys need to stop sleeping on fic written by gay fans just because it doesn’t cater to your urge to fetishize (usually white) gay men.

  • Me: The Tyde is coming in...*a wave of ship art consumes me*
  • Me: *looks at someone else's Stan x Kyle art* I like your Style.
  • Me: *goes to a gumball machine* I love Candy *puts in quarter and gets a fanfic*
  • Me: I devote my attention to my darling Bunny *pets stack of art and stories*
  • Me: This Creek is beautiful *stares at picture then saves it*
  • Me: Pass me some Dip *receives Copenhagen* That's not what I meant--
  • Me: *talking to friend* then they gave me actual dip. I was so devastated, I Cryde all night.
  • Me: The world shall hate me forever
LotF Mean Girls AU
  • “Get in, loser. We’re going hunting.” -jack, upon seeing ralph staring at some other guy during soccer practice, promptly getting jealous, and trying to turn ralph’s attention on him.
  • “Raise your hands if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by jack merridew.” (everybody including the entire choir stands up.)
  • “That’s why his hair is so red. It’s full of anger.”
  • “On wednesdays we wear war paint”
  • “I don’t hate you because you’re fat, you’re fat because I hate you” -jack to piggy
  • “I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy.” -simon probably
  • “Bill once caught making out with a hot dog.” “Oh my God, that was one time!”
  • “Samneric both hooked up with Coach Carr?!”
  • me: *wants to get proper help and treatment*
  • also me: *literally tries to make myself sound Normal™ when asked about symptoms, doesnt talk about the Extreme symptoms i face, forgets about some of my symptoms or experiences to even include them, uses all my energy to give the doctor my Utmost Attention even though on a regular basis i cant focus for shit, tries to remember or lie about time period when asked when it happened, Basically makes myself sound as if what im dealing with Isn't Anything Serious, etc*

book!clary: look at isabelle. that hair, that sluty clothes, that body. im gonna hate her because she is prettier than me and im the only pretty girl who can get attention from guys here. show!clary: look at izzy. she is so beautifully perfect from every aspect. im gonna compliment her all the time because i want the best for her and i also love and need her also i want to date her

“I hate you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: an imagine where you and joji absolutely hate each other but because you’re both friends with the other boys you’re forced to hang out together but one night, somehow, things get really heated and smutty? xx


Y/N’s POV

I groaned dramatically, trying to catch the attention of at least Max, or Ian…mostly Ian. I wanted to desperately leave this dreaded apartment and one of those two idiots was my ticket out of here considering that I didn’t have a ride. Well, Ian was my ride, but he was too busy up George’s ass to even notice me. I hated coming over here to this apartment, I hated this atmosphere, and most of all: I hated George. Yeah, ‘hate’ is a strong word and all, but that’s just how I felt. It was with such animosity that I could barely look at him without having the urge to deck him right in the face. He was sat on the couch across from me, scrolling through his phone as he smiled and spoke to Max and Ian about something stupid. The three of them laughed, and I felt like they were mocking me…I was the only one sitting there and pouting as if I was a five year old that had their favorite toy taken away from them.

“Y/N, you need to see this.” Ian laughed as he patted the empty space next to him.

I glared at him and then Max, both of them on either sides of George. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. My bitterness towards George stemmed from a deeper issue. It wasn’t just me being hostile for no reason.

“I’d rather choke then go over there.” I muttered.

We had been out the whole attending to every need George had, doing everything George waned to do. I was excluded from everything purposely. They shot a few things for videos on all of their channels, and when Max or Ian called me over, George would instead take my place and fill in. It was always some kind of competition when it came to Ian and Max, as if he didn’t spend enough time with them already. For some reason, it always had to revolve around George. Ever since the first day I met him, it was as though the attention was always on him, and he distracted them from me.

“Have it your way.” George mumbled as he continued laughing with the guys.

That night, we had stayed over at George’s apartment being that we had nowhere else to stay because Ian didn’t want to drive downtown and get a hotel. Luckily for me, Ian was with me in the guest room where he and Max were going to be rooming.

“I have to step out real quick with Max to go pick up a few things that we ordered from that camera company I was telling you about. Remember that lens I ordered? Well, I have to go to the company and get it myself with Max since he had ordered some sort of case from the same place. Its an hour and a half drive.” Ian told me as he folded some of his clothes as he sat on the bed.

“You’re going to leave me here with him.” I gasped, “Take me with you, please. Come on, I promise I won’t say a single word the whole ride there and the ride back.”

“Y/N, just stay here. Plus, look. Joji needs some help cleaning up a little…just be civil until we get back.” he told me.

I didn’t want those two cunts leaving me with George. Max talked me into staying behind unfortunately, saying that I’d get bored with the trip. Ian even suggested talking to him and maybe squashing the beef between the both of us.which I doubt would ever occur in this lifetime… I walked into the hallway, leaving the guest room, and I came to a stop when I heard George speaking.

“Guys, you’re seriously not leaving me with Y/N, right? What the hell?! You guys know I can’t stand her…let me go with you, she won’t mind being alone. She’s always alone anyways, being that she hasn’t been in a relationship for a long ass time.” he belittled, “She’s so fucking annoying…dude, all she does is take up space…”

I knew I abhorred him completely before with every poison filled bone in my body, wanting nothing to do with him…but now I felt it with such distaste. George was repulsive to me.

“Look, she doesn’t like it either, but we’ll be back quick.” Ian explained, “You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They said their goodbyes and after hearing the front door shut, I abandoned the hallway, retreating back into the guest room. I was occupying the bed for about ten minutes, lying there and taking up space, like how George said I did. I couldn’t deny that what he said didn’t at least hurt me in some sense. Like, I guess it did but I was so used to ignoring his existence it really didn’t have an affect on me. I heard a soft knock on the door followed by the twist of the doorknob. I found it rude how he just let himself in that way, but at the same time, it his apartment. I continued staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

“Do you want popcorn or something?” he asked bluntly.

“No.” I spat.

“Starve and die then.” he muttered.

“Gladly.” I told him.

All I felt was the room become empty and I heard the door slam shut. It startled me a little, making me jump as I remained on my back, staring at the blank ceiling. Someone’s grumpy, I thought to myself. Like, alright yeah, I get it. I suck, I’m annoying, and he probably rather die than be stuck in the same vicinity as me because that’s exactly how I feel about being here with him, but are you really going to slam doors in your apartment to emphasize how much I get under your skin? I sat up feeling thirsty. Five minutes into a battle with myself about getting up or not, I decided to get up and be a big girl and go get myself a glass of water. I was hesitant, not wanting George to say anything to me. He sat on the couch with an unopened beer in his hand as I lightly creeped past him and went not the kitchen. I poured myself some water and as I gulped it down, I thought about leaving tomorrow since Ian had said we’d leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to be far away from George, I never liked coming to New York because we only came here to see him.

“You could’ve asked me for a glass instead of snooping around my kitchen.” his voice startled me, making the cup slip out of my hand and crash onto the floor into pieces.

I gasped, scared that he’d start his bitching.

“See what you do?!” he shouted at me, stretching out his arms.

“Me?! You’re the one that came up behind me like some kind of spy. Wear a damn bell next time, maybe that way we’d all be able to hear you.” I shouted back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the reason why I have to sneak around, so you’re annoying ass doesn’t see me and automatically say something about you wanting to leave and doing something better or coming at me with your bullshit.” he seethed.

“This is exactly why-“ I started.

“You what?” he tested me.

“I hate you.” I disputed.

I wasn’t going to just let him walk all over me the way he normally did. Like, it’s pretty evident you dislike me, no need to make it more known by being mean and rude. He crouched on the floor and began to pick up the jagged pieces of the broken glass. I began to help him as well and he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly in a rough manner, “Stop. What? Are you trying to have a shard slice your hand open?!” he scolded.

“Oh, look at that. You do have a heart.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m a big girl, George. I can clean up my own mess by myself. I don’t need you being a big ass baby and telling Ian or Max I smashed one of your stupid fucking cups.”

“Why don’t you ever call me Joji? And you’re fighting with me over picking up shards of fucking glass. Just get out of the damn way, Y/N.” he argued.

I ignored him and continued picking up the shards. I didn’t want to call him ‘Joji’ because that’s what his close friends called him and I am no friend of his. If I was anything to him, I was probably an enemy.

“Your friends call you ‘Joji’…I’m not your friend.” I said as I held a few pieces of glass in my hands and dumped them in the trash can.

“You’re right. We’re not friends.” he muttered as he pushed past me to go into the kitchen. I followed him, wanting to know what the hell his problem with me was. I stood in the center of the room and he glared at me bitterly, clenching his jaw and sitting down on the couch.

“What is your issue with me? You already know what mine is with you, but for some reason you’re always such a dick towards me…” I announced.

He stood up and sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re kidding, right? I never have time with my friends because of you. You stick to them like some sort of leech, sucking the fun out of everything we do. You walk around like you’re some sort of goddess, as if you control shit and run shit…” he inched closer to me, becoming more sour with every word that left his mouth, “And you don’t run anything…you-you waltz around in the shortest dresses and the tightest tights catching attention from pervs and distracting my other friends. I know you hate me…”

George backed me up into the chilled wall, goosebumps took over my body as I watched his lips attentively.

“So?” I asked with a slight attitude as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He let out a laugh, his eyes went from the floor to my face as he closed the space in between us. George stared at my lips and said, “You think I hate you, huh?”

I nodded slowly, not having any words for what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop…even if I claimed I hated him. He was rude, repulsive, alluring, and a dick… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want his…

“I’m gonna show you just how much I hate you.” he whispered as he leaned in.

George’s lips met mine aggressively as his hands intertwined in my hair. I didn’t protest nor did I reject him. I wanted him. Not knowing how much time we had left alone made us become very hasty. He led me straight to his room, where he shut the door and quickly attended to me while I plopped down onto his bed. My eyes scrutinized his room, I’ve never even taken a glimpse of it. George was surprisingly neat and organized, I’d imagined he was a slob but he proved me wrong. I was startled when I felt his cold fingers trace the bare skin on my stomach as he hooked my pants with his fingers. He made his way in between my clothed legs and unbuttoned my pants. While he was lowering my zipper, I jerked my pants off and began to work on his button and zipper. I was impatient and anxious. My issue with George was pushed in the back of my brain. I did not want to think about it anymore, I just wanted to think about how good he would make me feel and make it up to me. Removing his pants, he sucked on my neck, nibbling a little bit. His hand made his way into my underwear making me sharply draw in a breath.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in a low voice as he entered a finger in me.

I moaned in response.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” he lightly chuckled, placing another finger inside of me and working his fingers faster, “The first time I met you and opened that pretty little mouth of yours I knew you were someone I wanted. You hate me? Let me fuck that hate out of you, baby.”

My hand clasped his wrist as his actions sped up, not knowing what to grab and where to my hands. I was a mess under him, moaning and whimpering as he continued leaving marks on my neck and collarbones. He stopped before I was able to cum, my head hit his pillow as I laid there gasping, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he snickered taking off my underwear and then instantaneously got rid of his.

We made out as he teased my opening with his hard erection, without a warning, he surprisingly thrusted into me. He was slow at first, but none the lead, it made all the difference in length. I gripped the blankets in my palms, biting my bottom lip as I shut my eyes. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit. After some time passed, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in his hands and got close to my ear, “Let me show you how much  I hate you.”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand as his right continued holding my hair tenderly while he pulled out and teased me awfully slowly. I et out a small whimper, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Stop with the teasing, Joji.” I whispered.

Joji gave in and his actions became rugged with each slow stroke. I lowered the upper half of my body into the mattress, muffling my moans as he got faster and his motions rougher. I slid my arm below me and let my fingers rub my clit, I was close to my high and Joji’s motions made me near my climax faster than I had expected. My thighs burned as my legs shook, cumming onto his cock as he continued with his pace, pounding me as rough as he could. Moaning into the sheets to keep from making noise was no help, I was loud regardless. Joji’s moans were low growls, they became intense as his thrusts got clumsier. Joji pulled out, immediately spurting onto my ass, his grunts declined and instead turned into sighs of pleasure. Helping me clean up, Joji also aided me in getting dressed. He stared at me as we stood by his room’s door, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Wanna hate each other more often?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

Just as we exited the room and walked into the living room, the front door swung open. Ian smiled at us and said, “Hey! Did you guys work things out?”

Joji looked at me, giving me a wink, I couldn’t help but smile discreetly as I turned to Ian and Max. My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat, attempting to act cool, “Something like that.”

I sat on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, continuing the act as Joji sat on the the other couch, eyeing me with a grin. All I could hope for was the next time Joji and I were left alone…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

I hate the selfishness, the attention seeking, I hate it all. I know the reasons I get mad are stupid and egotistical, and that’s why when you ask me “what’s wrong?” I can’t get myself to give you the real answer and you can only hear a muttered lie, “nothing”, shame becomes what I feel everytime the thought of telling you crosses my mind, just another reason to stay away from you.
—  If you just knew

that bpd feel (?) when you hate ur mental illnesses and want them all to go away but at the same time you don’t want to get better and instead allow yourself to suffer ,, because guess what folks Public Suffering? = More Attention™

(Edited, 8:23pm, January 26, 2017)

I have no hate for Jieun, obviously, she has no clue with what is going on between Sangwoo and Yoon Bum, and yes, she is upset that Sangwoo is giving Bum all the attention and not her, which made her explode.

She is relatable in a way, she is a ignorant young female who has a crush on a boy, who enjoys to party, enjoys make up, and spending time with her friends. However, she doesn’t know the dark side of her crush, none of us do until we date them or we see them act up unexpectedly.

I feel sorry for her because Jieun Min doesn’t know the trap that Sangwoo has set up for her, she is going to get killed, or like Bum be held as a hostage for a little while until Bum caves in and kills her. Who knows, I could be wrong.

I have jumbled thoughts like pewdipie antisemitism gets lots of attention, but waves of bomb threats aganist JCC don’t get that much.

Neo-nazism rising and almost daily antisemitic hate crimes happening and like people gonna look at this go see people care about antisemitism.

But they don’t because that you tuber have been doing shit like this for a long time and now finally gets the boot.

Also like i have many worries bout antisemitism and they are not getting support.

I don’t know maybe I’m too cynical cause I find it all very sucspcious.

She’s not Worth It

Originally posted by animeswim

Part II /  Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI

Requested: Nope, I just felt like writting it (also I had this idea during Physics class and I wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to the teacher). 

Prompt: Liam is dating Hayden, but Hayden hates (y/n), who happens to be a Witch and Scott’s new half sister. Scott has no idea that (y/n) knows about the supernatural world, until one night, Liam gets out of control. 

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Character: Liam Dunbar 

Word Count: 1.803

Warnings: Bullying, sadness, sassy Brett and angry Liam

Type: I don’t think it has a type… Fluff, I guess? You decide.

Part II -> http://justabloodyglader.tumblr.com/post/126716962497/am-i-worth-it

(I can’t fucking tag it.) 

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Urgent Prayer Request 12/3/16

Ive been sitting here trying to think how to write this through all these tears. My stomach is in knots an I feel so sick. I have cried so much this day over Ash that my eyes burn and hurt.
Let me first get this out…  I HATE CANCER. I HATE BRAIN CANCER. UGH! 

Please know I’m not posting this to gain popularity on here or attention. Im posting this because I desperately need it to spread. Please reblog this and pray for Ash daily. He really needs them. Pray for his strength. Pray that he makes it. This is such a hard battle on him. He promiced me he’s gonna fight. Thats what hes doing. He hasn’t given up on me yet. Hes came close. But hes still pushing with all he has in him. 

Where do I start?

5am I wake up to a text message.  “Im at the hospital.” and every bit of this day has gone downhill fast.

Ash has been fighting a fever for three days now. Last night he had a bad nose bleed that wouldnt stop. He got sick an started vomiting blood he got so nausious an that scared him. But the worst part up in the night his eyes got stuck wide open. He cannot close them or blink but he is able to move them; an now they are bloodshot red. The hospital has admited him. They have told him that this is very dangerous.
Theyve given him pain medicine, muscle relaxers, took blood the whole nine yards.

He came back to tell me after they had covered his eyes an put drops in them to protect him from infection that he is so tired an exausted. They scanned him again the second Brain Tumor in the back of his head has gotten worse.Its very deep. They are now planning his surgery they said he cannot make it to January that it has to happen now. So now the time frame is 10 days. Anytime that the main surgen flys in they can do it. I just pray that he hurries up and I also pray that his Family hurries up an gets to him before its to late. He is all alone, nobodys there and it kills me. God please comfort him.

“The human brain its very complicated an this can be one of the new Tumor damages” This keeps ringing inside my mind. That tumor has destroyed his eyes an now they cannot close…. WHY! 

Im on a time watch with Ashi an I cant stand it. This is so hard.
I am so heartbroken.  Why does God give you people to make you so happy an then take them away just to be sad again?


Please pray everyone. Pray hard. Pray for healing an peace. Pray for Ash’s Family. Ive lost people in my life to Cancer but this is the hardest one ive ever had to go through. 

WIN ASH! BEAT THIS! COME ON YOU CAN DO IT! DONT GIVE UP ON ME!



Help us Father God!