i have a feeling that someone dislikes me

anonymous asked:

when people talk about pregnancy and having kids as a Life Experience and ur like there are some experiences i can do without thanks i dont wanna do that to my body and i sure af dont want to dedicate 18 years of my life to taking care of someone else instead of living my own life

god i know, and it’s so weird to me because like i can’t understand how people can dislike cats, but i realise that people DO dislike cats, and i wouldn’t want those people to have cats because i know the cats wouldn’t be treated well. it’s the same principle - i know for a fact that i would be a bad mother, because i don’t want to live my life for someone else and i don’t like children and if i had them they would grow up knowing that they were either second best or a burden to me, and that’s awful, nobody should have to grow up feeling unwanted, so it’s bizarre to me that people are so offended when others don’t want to have children because why on earth would you want children to be born to parents who didn’t really want them?

Scrubs {Sentence Starters}

  • “Ahh. Uncomfortable silences and alcohol. Just like thanksgiving at home.”
  • “You have no chance of being normal.”
  • “Don’t ever be afraid to come to me with stuff like that.”
  • “A person doesn’t have to be perfect to be exactly what you need.”
  • “It’s the kid inside of us that keeps us all from going crazy.”
  • “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”
  • “Nothing’s worse than a ninja - they’re masters of every style of combat.”
  • “Have you been in the supply closet, crying?”
  • “It sounds like you’re asking me out on a man date.”
  • “There’s a good chance I’m gonna kill someone.”
  • “The only way you could be more useless right now is if you actually were the wall.”
  • “Gosh, now I’m too proud of you to be mad at you.”
  • “Relationships don’t work they way they do on television and in the movies.”
  • “Sometimes it feels like you’re holding back.”
  • “All you do is bitch about your relationships all day long!”
  • “We’re only four seconds in and I’m already regretting my decision.”
  • “I can’t believe you lost our bottle opener.”
  • “I think we both know there’s a little more to it than that.”
  • “Does this lipstick make me look like a clown?”
  • “Why don’t I ever listen to me?”
  • “Well isn’t that just the pickle on the giant crap sandwich that is my day.”
  • “Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”
  • “I can’t help but notice you love telling jokes.”
  • “Do you want to be alone?”
  • “You’re telling me that you actually made a decision that had a positive impact on your life?”
  • “Can you get that for me? I can’t reach it.”
  • “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
  • “I refuse to be judged by a grown man wearing a hockey jersey.”
  • “That was my mistake. I keep forgetting that you’re a horrible, horrible person.”
  • “Why are you so afraid of loving me?”
  • “Do you want to cry a little?”
  • “Why do you have to jump out and scare me all the time?”
  • “What do I know about good relationships?”
  • “Newsflash! You can’t drink and then come to work!”
  • “Why is there a pancake in the silverware drawer?" 

anonymous asked:

Do I have your permission to fight anyone who disrespectively talks shit about you?

(( OOC: Lol, please don’t. ;) If someone has a problem, ask them, politely and honestly, why they feel that way and then have a discussion. They may have reasons for disliking me, they may not. But don’t make an argument out of it… arguments and fighting don’t ever lead to resolution, just more anger. If they’d like to talk to me and express their concerns, I’m totally open to hearing them. :) Not everyone is going to like me, that’s life. ))

Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff

Alright darlings, I’ve gotten many requests all for this since yesterday and these two are more similar than you think.  It’s pretty common to confuse these two houses.  For example, many people upon meeting me call me a hufflepuff and call a close friend of mine a slytherin, when really it’s the opposite.  We’re just each more stereotypically the other house…. I bake cookies to bring into classes and she is more aggressively opinionated, but, I digress…..

Here’s how they’re similar:  They’re both extremely hardworking and driven, tend to be steady in working towards their goals.  They tend to treat everyone with a certain level of dignity, no matter their feelings towards you (unless you are truly BEYOND terrible for them, in which case they will be passive aggressive).  Both care about what people think of them, though for slytherin it’s more about a general reputation than specific people’s opinions, and they each feel that other people should be able to do their own thing, or think what they like, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone/isn’t pushed on them.  They tend to be very likable and charismatic from the outside, and most people enjoy their company. Basically, they do tend to seem similar from the outside (unlike in the books where slytherins are like performing blood sacrifices and hufflepuffs just sit and cry all day (thank you, Harry, for your Gryffindor bias).  So…. differences:

1. When they don’t like someone: Hufflepuffs tend to dislike them and go no further, like I hate you, you hate me, I’m going to ignore you now, let’s move on.  Slytherins….. well, we’re a bit more petty.  It’s more like, I hate you and I’m going to go out of my way to either make other people subtly dislike you, or I feel like I can’t move on until I have done something tangible with my own life to write this wrong.  Basically, slytherins turn into VERY unhealthy, self-obsessed versions of gryffindors.  They need to prove it to OTHERS that their better, so when they’ve finally completed this big task to do so, they’re looking around to see that no one cared about it as much as they did, and…. well, they tend to be bitter.  Basically, in general, hufflepuffs tend to be more comfortable with emotions in general, and are usually healthier, while slytherins are so obsessed with perfection that they repress their emotions and either become whiny or unable to move beyond the point that they’ve told you TEN BILLION TIMES.

2. Honesty and fairness:  I think I’ve brought this up before, but this is where hufflepuff gets its positive reputation while slytherin screws itself over.  Hufflepuff wants thing honest and fair, even if its at their expense and for the benefit of someone they don’t like.  They are a bit more ‘well this is right, and so this is how it should be, for ALL people’.  Slytherin wants things fair for everyone, as long as they aren’t being hurt, and, well, they really don’t see anything wrong with favoritism as long as they’re on the receiving side.  In fact, though they understand it’s wrong and may briefly feel bad, a slytherin who sees something unfair happening to an enemy accounts it more as ‘karma’ than something they should be stopping.  Example: a hufflepuff and a slytherin both are students of a very frightening and intense professor who grades impossible, everyone hates them, but for some reason, this professor has taken a special liking to the student (and a few others), and treats them specially.  They get easier grading, flexibility with deadlines, basically anything they ask for, freedom to say whatever they want, and do whatever they want.  However, the rest of all the students are still stuck with nearly failing every assignment and being treated…. well, less than you are.  The hufflepuff says ‘I know this is nice, but it’s still wrong, and really, the teacher shouldn’t do that to me’.  They try to talk with the teacher offhandedly about how others are having difficulty and saying things are unfair, even if it means that they lose their spot as a ‘favorite’.  Slytherin goes, no way man.  If they did something to get special treatment, they won’t mess it up, they’ll use it. If one of their friends complains, they’ll tell then exactly how to become a favorite as well, but the slytherin won’t mess it up for themselves, because a little part of them inside LOVES to feel like they are being treated differently.  

3.  Idealism:  Underneath everything, idealism is a big difference between the two houses.  Slytherin sees things exactly as they are, and if that’s the game the world is playing, it’s stupid to play by any other rules.  Hufflepuff has this more dreamy idealism about how things should be and how they could be, and tries to live and maneuver within the self-imposed constraints they have.  Slytherin sets their rules based on how the world works, and how they can play the game more efficiently, and hufflepuff is playing based on their rules, because the world needs kindness and help, not ruthlessness.  Hufflepuff is the most unrealistic house in this sense, and can often overlook the unfortunate state of reality, which means they are either extremely successful because they won’t accept what is, or very unsuccessful for the same reason.  Slytherin is the most realistic house, meaning while they know how to accomplish much, they almost always become depressed and bitter at the state of the world, feeling as if there is no way to change it, and nothing will become better.  

4. Centering in self:  Both houses are the two that make their decisions based on the world, but slytherin is centered in self while hufflepuff is centered in others.  Hufflepuff makes nearly all its decisions based on group dynamics and balance, and peace, calm, all those nice harmonious things.  Ultimately, they want to do for other people and will sacrifice their own wants.  Slytherin knows what it wants for itself, an typically makes the decisions that it thinks will help to get it what it wants, and though they try not to burn their bridges, slytherins can probably count on one hand the people they truly care about.  Hufflepuff wants to save the entire world (again, idealism) while slytherin chooses a few and says screw all the rest (again, unhealthy bitter realism).

5. Openness in actions vs. Actions to serve other ends:  I’ve found this one to be pretty consistent.  When both houses do something, hufflepuff reasoning tends to be very clear while slytherin reasoning only makes sense to them.  Basically, hufflepuff is doing things for the obvious reasons, or for the sake of doing them, while slytherin is doing them for a reason 600 steps later (any means to achieve their ends).  Hufflepuff works at a soup kitchen.  Why?  They wanted to get some time volunteering and also helping other people feels nice.  Slytherin works at the soup kitchen.  Why?  Because they will be accurately able to determine what it is the needy are lacking, how they can, ten years from now work and run an organization to stop homelessness.  No, that makes too much sense; real life example.  Hufflepuff starts a blog.  Why?  Because they maybe want to connect with people who share their interests, and it’s a place of self expression.  Slytherin creates a blog?  It’s because they feel that with this blog, they will get dedicated followers and later have a fanbase to promote a book they wrote even though the things are in no way connected.  Basically, slytherin motivations are usually hard to understand in comparison to Huff’le puff.  

cleverstudenttigerfan  asked:

What are your favorite sims 4 bloggs?

You know, I usually don’t do this ‘cause when I see these lists by other people and don’t see myself on the them I kinda feel upset and left out so I don’t want to make other people feel this way. Although, when someone asks me to do this I make a list of newly discovered blogs I like. I think there are two of them, but for some reason I could only find the most recent one [boop]. What I’m ready to do is the list of people I’m not happy with. People I tend to dislike most of the time. Generally annoying people. I will call it The Unfollow Forever List.

1. The people I dislike the most is @beverlyallitsims. She’s my Guy Gavriel Kay. Have you heard about Guy Gavriel Kay? He wrote an awesome trilogy called ‘The Fionavar Tapestry’. There was this sexy prince that I fell in love with, Diarmuid, so G.G.Key just went and killed him. Bang, and there’s no Diarmuid for me. It’s been like ten years but I still haven’t forgiven him. If I met him, the first thing I’d say would be, ‘Guy Gavriel, you’re a jerk!’. @beverlyallitsims ruined my life. She’s awesomely talented person, but no, just no, not after what she did.

2. @neopixiesims. Jeez, she really enjoys causing people pain, I mean she really like actually gets off on that. Sick. She’s also having Danny from the City Living trailer, you may know him as Danny The Commercial Slut, as a legacy spouse. Can you believe this? Danny The Commercial Slut’s genes ruin everything, my life included. Sure, she’s funny and witty, but Danny and her general masochistic ways? No, thank you.

3. @nadinemaee. Gawd, so young and already so sick. You know, I never follow drama-llama simblrs ‘cause they are not my thing, but this girlllll, gawd. I’d unfollow her every day of the week, I swear. She ruined everything and everyone. She killed my OTP with help of a man called Pornstaches. Pornstaches, can you imagine that?? Her screens are gorgeous but… Unfollwed.

4. @neutralsupply. Ton of her followers have been waiting for two of her sims to finally… you know… do it? And do you know what she did? DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID?? She made them kiss and then proceeded with another storyline. I’ve been sexually frustrated for like a week now. I keep messaging her about it but she stays silent. I won’t even say anything good about her, because there’s nothing good about her. Bye-bye, Z!

5. @furiouslydecaffinated. The little shit writes her smut so good it always leaves me horny. I’m a single lady, you know. But she doesn’t offer me a decent man whore, she doesn’t even make a dildo shop out of her tumblr, she’s just fucking leaving me horny as hell. Every damn time. Thank you, girl. See ya in hell for horny people! The music at her blog is toleratable, though.

6. @tinwhistletoo. This one is a total maniac. Like, for real. Sure, she seems to be so lovey-dovey, and nice, and sweet, and her stories seem so captivating, but, mannnnnnn let me tell you, she’s got more gore in her than Tarantino. Tin’s having a new story? Well, prepare to see some guts flying around the neighborhood.

Harassment in this fandom is a huge fucking problem. Man, do you know how many people I dislike? Do you know how many people I have blocked and how many urls blacklisted? But why would I ever fucking send hate or harass someone for having a different opinion, unless I feel threatened by it? Like you don’t believe Harry and Louis are together? I don’t fucking care. It changes nothing for me. So why a larrie believing Harry and Louis are together is such a difficult thing to overlook? Block, blacklist and move on. Go talk about your fave and your otp. Write some fanfics. Post pictures you like. Create fanart. Make plans and projects to support your fave. And let the other side do the same in their own way. Some of y’all are despicable (well, this applies to all sides of the fandom). We’re all here to have a good time. Why take it away from someone and yourself? How desperately afraid are you to prove a point to yourself and then to others? No one will change their mind, because you send hate. You only do it, if you’re a vindictive person. And that’s not a good look, bruh. Not the kind of character any of the boys would like and admire. On the other hand, people who love them genuinely and just want the best for them are people who the boys appreciate the most, no matter what they believe. 

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've been asked this yet, but what do you like about your type?

What do I like about ENTPs? 

Well, let’s see…

ENTPs are awesome because we’re flamboyant chums who are simultaneously overthinking everything. We love cracking jokes to watch other people’s reactions. We’re master manipulators, but we don’t tend to manipulate people for evil; we just like to, again, watch people’s reactions. We’re also very good at adaptation and picking up skills. My ENTP friend dared me to learn Russian in a few days, and the next time we saw each other we had a basic conversation in Russian (but of course I soon forgot it all afterwards). We’re creative, energetic, and a balanced mixture of totally awkward and slippery smooth. Additionally, we may seem emotionless and uncommitted, but once we get past the stage in a relationship where we have an irrationally intense desire to flee, we’re in it for the long haul. 

What I dislike about ENTPs should also be noted…

Though we’re capable of emotion, it comes hard. I can logic my way out of most emotion, which is good in cases where it’s illogical and petty, but bad when feelings should actually play a part in whatever I’m doing. For example, getting attached to someone in a relationship is not very easy for me–it takes a long time before I’ll even recognize that I have feelings for them rather than just admiration. Also, that flamboyance can be really annoying when it comes to completing tasks or doing something that takes time and effort. I suck at staying on task and staying focused, and every other ENTP I’ve met has been the same way. It’s something we are essentially incapable of until we’re old and crusty and we’ve realized that dedication and boring processes yield great results. 

Shadow of the Stars

A Captain America and Winter soldier story

Jaylin Rogers has always struggled with being the daughter of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, mostly because of her lack of freedom. After a failed attempt to do something about this, her life is changes forever when a shadow from her father’s past returns to haunt her.  

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CHAPTER ONE

It isn’t easy, being the daughter of super-soldier Steve Rogers – better known as the legend Captain America. Not at all.
First of all, it is never fun to always be “daughter of” and nothing more. You quickly learn to live inside a shadow. Your last name will always be far more important than your first, even though that’s the one identifying you.
Second of all, it is weird. I mean, he’s older than many (if not most) grandfathers, yet on bad days he might look barely older than 30.  And… let’s just say that as I got older, and the girls around me got older as well, those girls started to notice how “young” he was.
Third, I wasn’t super. At least, not nearly as super. Having only half of his genes meant I was maybe a bit faster and stronger than most people without having to work out 24/7, but being healthy, never getting a cold or beating all high school boys in sprint doesn’t make you “cool” or even likable.

They did say I look like him, with my blue eyes and blond hair. Mine are both darker, less… pure. As if my appearance was a confirmation I wasn’t as good as him - proof of being in a constant state of disappointment.
As a little girl, you quickly learn the other kids only want to play with you because they want to see your house and the stuff in it. Everyone always seems to look right through you. I can tell from personal experience it is pretty traumatic when other pre-schoolers get mad at you because no one is allowed to come home with you… Let me say: you learn to SHIELD yourself from other people… Sorry, that was bad.
But yeah…
Admittedly, there are some advantages to being spawn of the Steve Rogers; you never get bad grades on history tests and essays. Oh, you also have lots of non-related, vengeful aunts and uncles. With vengeful I actually mean the Avengers. They are cool, though dad tries to keep me away from that world.

Aunt Nat is amazing, and she’s actually my best friend. She taught me everything I need to know about being a girl, and I think dad still owes her for not having to deal with any of my “woman inconveniences”.
Then there’s Sam. He’s one of the nicest guys I know and probably the most normal one, too - even though he regularly soars through the sky with metal wings strapped to his back. He’s a good support in a world that is totally abnormal, despite your father’s attempts to make sure you don’t get caught in his own, strange reality. Sam understands how it feels to live in between those two worlds – the one where they worry about their grades, crushes, jobs and promotions, and the one where you’re in a constant state of vigilance, knowing no one is who they say they are. He’s the most stable part of my life; a sturdy pillar to hold me up.
One might think this connection and support would mean I’d be happy to see him when he picked me up after school. In reality it didn’t, because it meant dad was on another mission and hadn’t had time to say as much as “goodbye”.

‘If it isn’t the messenger,’ I grunted, pulling the car door open with a mean swing. Had I had my father’s strength, it would’ve been dangling in my hand, torn loose from its hinges.
'Hello to you too,’ Sam greeted me, leaning undisturbed upon the sleek car. It was a dark blue model, matching the navy blue jacket the driver was wearing today. It fluttered a little in the heavy wind, which also rustled through my ponytail.
I slumped down in the passenger seat and shut the door - not too carefully - all the while I kept staring straight ahead. ‘How’s the captain?’ I sneered.
Sighing, Sam got in, closing the door behind him. ‘He didn’t know he’d have to go, you know.’ That I knew, very well. Still, I looked out the window with a constant frown on my face. The keys jingled when Sam turned them to start the engine. The car hummed a pleasant, low rumble, and barely made a sound as Sam steered it towards the tranquillity of our home.
It would take us while until we would reach the niceness of familiarity. For now, I just watched blankly as teenagers laughed and complained while stepping into their cars, all happy to go back to their ordinary home and ordinary parents. All of them were quickly out of view, replaced by the many other aspects of mundane life. ‘You are such a little beam of sunlight, aren’t you?’
I was aware of Sam’s eyes glancing back and forth between the road and me, those brown eyes always full of worry. If I were to look at him, my angry mask would break, so I kept staring ahead. 'Humph…’
'That’s all I get? I come here, especially for you, and you don’t even smile. And I do like your smile so much, Jay…’ I could no longer resist; I gave him a sly look and met his kind and teasing expression. I smirked, laced with a genuine – though slightly unwilling – smile. 'That’s my girl,’ Sam smiled back. 'How was school?’
Ugh, school; I rolled my eyes. 'The usual. You know, I don’t see the point in testing how many presidents we can memorise, there aren’t that many.’ I breathed on the window and drew little stars, which vanished within seconds.
'Not everyone has super memory,’ Sam remarked.
I grimaced at him. 'I’m nothing compared to dad. Besides, what is the use of knowing all American presidents?’
'Says the daughter of America’s greatest patriot…’ Sam smiled at the road ahead.
'Exactly.’ I sunk a little deeper down into the seat, so I could only barely catch glimpses of the colours rushing past the car’s windows. ‘I can know.’
I watched as we drove into a quieter lane guarded by high trees, until we arrived at an electronic fence, which opened automatically when the cameras recognised our faces.
We lived far away from the city, somewhere surrounded and guarded by tall trees. Here, you never heard the constant noise of traffic, or the never-ending murmur of voices. Only here, I knew true silence, were it not for the evermoving branches with their rustling leaves.
'How was your day?’ I informed, hauling my backpack over one shoulder and closing the car door behind me, still a bit of annoyance packed in the gesture. Together, we made our way to the big, white house, oozing America. Made of wood, with a big porch, two stories and even an attic, perfectly maintained; exactly as you’d expect from Captain America’s home. Soft leaves crackled underneath our feet, giving a lovely, autumny atmosphere to this already idyllic picture.
'Also the usual,’ Sam held the door for me. 'Want waffles?’
I threw my bag on the kitchen table. 'Is that even a question?’
'What’s the magic word?’
'Please,’ I grinned. ‘Or else…’

I watched Sam take everything he needed, prepare the batter and begin making the waffles. He did it with the ease of a man who’d done it a hundred times before – which was about right, to be honest. I loved Sam’s cooking.
'Nat’s with him?’ I asked, walking towards the fridge where I took a bottle of glacier water (it had become my favourite after a joke of Natasha and Tony had stuck around).
'Yeah, though they didn’t need me, for some reason.’ Yet again I was amazed at how little Sam seemed to care about that.
'They need you to babysit,’ I chuckled, nudging him as I walked by. 'Even though I don’t need it, I appreciate it.’
Sam glanced back at me. 'I’m happy to hear that.’

'Mmm,’ I hummed a while later as I poured maple syrup all over my waffles, 'you’re such a good mommy bird.’
'I will take that as a compliment,’ Sam said the moment my phone buzzed.

Dear Jaylin,

I’m sorry I had to leave again, so soon after my last mission.
Sam promised me he’d take care of you.
I trust you will behave.

Love,
Dad

When I read “I trust you will behave,” I grimaced at the screen. How old did he think I was? It was frustrating; while other people often thought I was quite a bit older than I actually was, my dad still seemed to deem me no more than a foolish little girl. It was especially frustrating because I had always felt different, maybe even older, than most children surrounding me. It had often crossed my mind this might be another result of my father’s genes – how they even interfered with how I grew up, refusing to grant me as much as a normal childhood.
'Sometimes I feel like I should date someone dad really dislikes,’ I mused abruptly. I imagined myself coming home with the biggest jerk I could find and shivered.
Sam’s cheeks rose as he took a sip from his large mug filled with strongly smelling coffee. 'I would be worried, if I didn’t know you have more pride than your dad.’
'Sadly, yes.’

Hey, Natasha…
Forgot something…?

I waited. Dad usually send his messages late, but Natasha didn’t; she knew exactly how I felt about their sudden disappearances and the radio silences that usually followed. It’s how I got to hate surprises, as surprise never held a pleasant meaning for me, only that my father had to save the world again.

I’m really sorry
I was really busy
I’ll make it up when we’re back…?

Even these texted words were hasty. Still, they seemed genuine enough.

Sure
Keep him safe, will you?

I was aware It wasn’t much of a message, but it was all she would need; Nat knew me too well to think I’d stay mad at her.

'So,’ Sam said, when I had finished eating, and I had put down my phone, ‘are you going?’
'Going where?’
Sam raised his eyebrows. 'The gala. I saw the flyers.’
Flyers? Some brightly coloured papers seemed to hang before me. Curly font spelled out the date of a gala (or a masked ball) for all students. Apparently, it was going to be quite fancy. Now I thought about it, I recalled many people at school excitedly discussing the event. 'Oh, that… No, I don’t think so.’
'Well, it’s more than a month away,’ Sam said confidently, like he was certain I would change my mind. This self-assuredness annoyed me.
'I’m really not going,’ I stressed. 'Definitely not.’
My guardian shrugged. ‘It might be good for you to go out. Be around people your own age.’
It was time to deploy my most efficient method to avoid topics I dislike: walking away.
‘Then let me go out,’ I smirked. ‘And as I am the same age as myself, I’ll be around people my own age, too.’ Before Sam could react, I sprinted to my room.

After changing into my workout clothes – shorts and a tank top –, I put in earbuds and let music fill my ears. Running never failed to calm me down. I didn’t get tired easily, so sometimes I ran for hours on end without realising it. I was happy for the immense woods in which I could jog, without people staring at me or annoying me. So, today, like I had done many times before, I let myself absorb the sound of the music while my mind went blank. My heart beat steadily. My blood flowed rapidly. My feet stomped regularly against the soft dirt.
Just running, only running.

Chapter Two

anonymous asked:

hey, someone on Instagram reposted your Alice Angel art. the account is just called save bendy and they're not giving credit to anyone at all. I'm so sorry this happened but they're doing it to other artists too and I hate they just flat out stole from you and then proceeded to insult you as well. 😰😰 this person is just really fucking mean by first glance so I hope they take it down instead of arguing if you don't want it there.

I know about it, and y’know what? It doesn’t bother me anymore! They can insult me as much as they want: let them. It only proves how immature and ignorant they are.

And i’m not gonna fight them, why i would waste my time making someone else feel bad when i could be spreading positivity? (That’s why I created it @batimpositivity with my friends). If they hate my art style to that point, they could have simply pretended to not see it, because it’s so not hard to do that.

I’m so tired of fandom hate, if you dislike the something you can simple avoid it by just staying away from the tags. And to be quite honest, the Batim, Undertale or FNAF fandoms aren’t BAD at all, the only bad thing about them are the cringe blogs and bullies, calling themselves ‘saviors’.

He’ll Never Know (BTS fic)

This is my try at @ask-chimchim ‘s amazing and beautiful and sort of sad comic and made a fic for it! I hope you like it even when it’s not the best!

Name: He’ll Never Know

Pairing: One sided Jihope, Yoonseok, jikook (brotp of sorts)

Summary: Every word stuck more and more in Jimin’s heart. So loving and beautiful and full of feeling. But none of them belonged to her,and they never would. And one thing is for sure, is she’ll never let him know how much she yearns for them.

This will be sort of angsty with a happy ending and will include jihope, yooseok, and slight jikook


Long soft orange locks were being caressed by the wind, leaves of red, brown, and yellow hues drifting onto the ground as Jimin held onto a stripped red and green box in her arms. She was smiling brightly, brown eyes looking around trying to find sight of the person who she was looking forward to giving this gift. She became wary of her surroundings because no matter where she looked, she could not spot him. It was worrying because she’d usually find Hoseok sitting by one of the trees immersed in his books.

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anonymous asked:

About the 13 year old being called a terf. I feel like it is gross to reduce someone to their genitals, but it's also not A+ to demean people for not wanting to have sex w a certain type of genitals. Like idk I just don't feel right about it. It's not something that bothers me bc I'm pan, but I understand where people could be coming from. And some people are penis/vagina-repulsed because of trauma and other reasons. I just feel like we have to look closely at the issue

The issue was not her dislike of penises. It was that she was being transmysoginistic, and writing off all trans women as romantic partners because some of them have penises. Specifically she used terf language, and that’s not okay.

If someone does not like engaging with penises sexually, that’s completely fine. There’s no requirement to. But you aren’t going to ask a potential date what their genitals are (You are not, because it’s rude and transphobic.), the only time it would come up if you were about to have sex.

Then, you simply say “Oh, I’m sorry I don’t like sex with penises. Can we hang out instead?” And then you do not have sex. Romantic relationships do not require sex.

I apologize for not outlining this in the ask, I was primarily concerned with the language she used. She’s young, she’s got the time to unlearn harmful things, to educate herself on trans issues, specifically intersecting issues that affect trans lesbians. I want to emphasize that she needs to learn.

-Lou the Lobster

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I didn’t exactly dislike Kaleo. I just.. he just hurt me a lot when I was younger is all. Imagine telling someone they were your best friend and then turning around and acting like they don’t exist without any explanation? I got over it, of course. But seeing him now brought back a lot of old feelings.

Yeah, we go to the same school, but I don’t exactly have perfect attendance.

He’s grown up a lot.. I barely recognized him. But of course he still has that same, stupid goofy grin on his face..

Psychic Talents Quiz- Discover yours

 The following is the excerpt Quiz from Jules Henri Poincaré found in Practical Protection Magick Written by Ellen Dugan

Go along the four types of Psychic Talents (Clairaudient/Clairvoyant/Empathic/Intuitive). For each part, keep note of if it happens to you so after the quiz you can look back and see which talent is strongest for you. Also, keep in mind if “yes”, it should be “yes, this happens to me often” and not “yes, this happened to me once”.

Keep reading

Does anyone know where I can watch my secret romance eng sub episodes 5 & 6 (and of course future episodes when they release)?

AS A NON-JASHI SHIPPER (no, keep reading, it’s chill bruh)

- It is cool if you ship Jashi
- It is cool if you don’t ship Jashi
- Please have fun loving what you love and
- Have fun speculating about what might indeed happen
- Please be respectful to each other because we are all capable of that
- Have fun peeps, like for reals.

So done with these arguments, from both sides, like it makes me only care about the SJ dank memes anymore.

If people wanna have fun with headcanons, let ‘em. If people wanna have fun with characters who actually have interactions with each other and are helping each other grow, let 'em. Neither is better than the other because it’s all mcfucking subjeeeectiiiiiiiiveeeeeeeee. (At least that’s how I think of it, feel free to disagree tho.)

If you want to have a respectful conversation as to why you dislike whatever, 1) fine someone who is chill with that and then 2) mcfucking do it. It’s fun to debate and get new insights and stuff.

So like. Yeah. Everyone. Ch-ch-ch-chillax. Have fun. Breathe. And have an awesome day~

someone: what the fuck is your problem? 

me: i have a lot of mental illnesses but my most prevalent one is Schizoid Personality Disorder which is a condition that makes it so I have a very limited range of emotions, am completely devoid of anything human, feel empty, tend to dissociate, have high apathy, also tend to have a reduced sex drive, dislike physical touch, isolate myself, don’t like communication or socialization, genuinely don’t care about anything or anyone even if I tried to make myself care about something, etc.. it really sucks and it makes it so I sometimes come off as cold, indifferent, rude and– 

them: Oh my god

Insecurities (Josh Dun)

Hell this is my second ever imagine I have written on this blog and I am thankful for the notes I received on my first post, as always feel free to drop some requests in my inbox and I will try to get round to doing them as soon as possible.

I was in a very sappy mood so I decided that I was going to write some emotional stuff about Josh being insecure about his looks as well as comparing himself to Tyler.

I want you to know that everyone reading this out there is beautiful even if people tell you any different (Including yourself) Trust me you pretty and beautiful every single day. If you ever want someone to speak to feel free to send me a message. :)

Triggers: Josh talks about body parts he dislikes such as, hair, eyes, chest, tattoos, and height. If any of the things above trigger you please be careful, however they are only brief mentions and don't go into any detail.

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Josh POV

I have alway been slightly an anxious person throughout my life, whether that means hiding behind my powerful drum kit and letting Tyler be the main attraction during concerts or breaking into a small sweat when I order at a restaurant scared that I will mess up a simple order. However I thought that the one thing that I was able to control really well was the amount of negative comments me and Tyler often receive, I tend to just block them out because I know how many positive comments we get back from our fans, but something is different.

As I sit on the cold sheets at the very edge of the bed that me and my girlfriend (Y/N) share I can’t help but hear all these pessimistic words flood into my ears. I am sitting shirtless with only a pair of basketball shorts laying low on my hips, my elbows creating red marks on my thighs from where I had been leaning on my hands for a period of time. I didn’t know where this ongoing battle in my brain was leading to but instantaneously, I couldn’t handle in any more and the tears cascaded down my cheeks all at once as if every hurtful, mean and spiteful comment I have ever read suddenly turned to a pool of tears I was slowly creating on the crisp clean bed sheets, I have no idea what has come over me but I don’t feel this flood of emotions starting to slow down anytime soon. I suddenly remembered that (Y/N) is downstairs and that I should quieten down, the last thing I want to do is worry her about my stupid problems. I quickly jump up off the bed and rush over to the large mirror that was on the wall above a chest of drawers and stared into it

She doesn't love you 

She doesn't really want to be with you 

Did you actually think that someone like (Y/N) would actually want to date someone like you. 

Everyone likes Tyler more than you

Tyler is the attractive one

All you do is play the drums, Tyler does so much more and you just sit there

I look in the mirror that was in front of me, I stare into my dark brown eyes, brown boring old brown, I look at my bubblegum pink hair, its horrible, not even a natural colour. I continue to pinpoint different things on my body, my tattoos, my chest, my height and the list goes on. 

“Josh are you alright? You have been in their a while now” I hear (Y/N) call from outside the door, with concern laced in her voice. I look once again into the glass mirror and rub the salty tears from my eyes trying my hardest to rid any evidence that I had been crying.

“Yes I’m fine, I will be out in a second” I reply unconvincingly because my voice broke halfway through.

“Josh, I know you’re upset please can I come in?” (Y/N) asks, (Y/N) wasnt stupid she knew when I was upset I don’t even know why I tried to hide it from her because I knew that she would just find out anyway. She was also stubborn so no matter how many times I tell her I am fine she wont stop pestering me to make sure that I really am alright.

I dont respond in the fear that my voice won’t be able to support me, I walk back over and sit on the bed like I was previously. (Y/N) pokes her head from around the door and sees me with my head in my hands trying with all that is left in me to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Oh Josh” (Y/N) exclaims sadly, putting her small her to her mouth and rushes over to comfort me.

I feel her protective arms wrap around my shoulders, I respond automatically by turning to her and burying my head into her soft sweet smelling hair, I continue to cry into her shoulder for another few minutes until I am settled enough to talk.

I explain to (Y/N) about all the emotions I have been experiencing and that I felt like people like Tyler more than me because he sings as well as play other instruments. I continue to speak to ashamed to look up at her softened glance. But when I finally do I notice she is also crying, however she speedily wipes the tears away not wanting to show her emotions on the situation.

“Josh, I can only understand that you being in a famous that at times it is going to get overwhelming for you, having all these amazing fans look up to you, admire you. However I know that you and Tyler are going to get your share of negative comments, but honestly that is because they are jealous, they are jealous that they can’t play the drums, they are jealous that it isn’t them on stage surrounded by thousands of people who love them, they are jealous that they can’t tour with their best friend, fuck that the people who say these low life comments proably don’t have a best friend.” (Y/N) takes a sharp intake of breath and swallows hard.

“(Y/N) I-”

“I’m not finished” She cuts me off and I stay silent looking at her from the side, at this angle I can see how the low moonlight reflects beautifully off of her glistening eyes. She truly is beautiful. 

“Do you know how upset it makes me when you say all these untrue negative things about yourself, Josh you are beautiful, personality wise and appearance wise, I love your chocolate brown eyes, because I love the way that they widen when you hear something funny, I love your pink hair because it suits your personality and I love the way that it sticks to your forehead when you play the drums.”

I cant stop grinning, I didnt realise that she picked up on all these small details about me.

“I love the your tattoos they look amazing, I love that when you are asleep next to me I trace over them softly not to wake you, I love your body all of it I love your toned chest and the way that your back glistens with sweat you have been playing the drums for a while. I love how tall you are you may not be the tallest but you don’t need to be any taller because your height is the perfect height for me to do this”

(Y/N) then gives me a quick and small peck on the lips, I grin widely.

“I love you Josh alot, and so do thousands if not millions of fans out there.” She finishes and tightens her grip around me. I sit in shock I didnt realise I did all of those things myself so I was surprised when (Y/N) picked up on them.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say, I mean how did you notice all these things about me?” I question a smirk appearing on my face. I see (Y/N) duck her head down as a red blush forms on her cheeks.

“I dont know I just, notice” She replies, I chuckle deeply.

“I love you (Y/N) and I’m sorry, I’m sorry for upsetting you”

“Josh it’s alright really, as long as you are feeling better then I am ok to. I love you” She says with a genuine smile on her lips.

We both sit there in silence for a minute just taking in each others company. (Y/N) stands up suddenly and stretched her arm out towards me, encouraging me to take her hand.

“C’mon, lets go watch a film and cuddle on the sofa for a bit” She suggests, I grin

“that sounds perfect.” 

anonymous asked:

Just curious Mr. Badge and maybe you've answered this before, but do you drive?

I know how to, but I rarely do – I don’t own a car, but I have access to ZipCar, so a couple of times a year I take the car out to do a Costco run or similar. 

I dislike driving because I don’t feel comfortable operating a machine that can very easily kill people, and I also think most people who drive don’t drive with the awareness of how easily they could kill someone. Which is why I intentionally moved to a city where public transit will take me almost everywhere I need to go (including to Costco, but the bus doesn’t have the cargo-hauling capacity of a private car). 

I’ve kept my license current, but yeah, I’ve built my life carefully around not having to drive. :D