i made this on my phone ha

Shit...

I got ‘let go…’ (Only a somewhat less painful euphemism for getting fired, maybe the British term of ‘sacked’ is little better.)

Originally posted by glow-lovely

Honestly, I’m not surprised because I was worried about how well I was doing thanks to cognitive issues I have because of the MS.

However, the difficulties I had with that job probably proves the hypothesis I had when working for the cell phone company that maybe this working thing isn’t really for me anymore. 

Originally posted by anoutlandishidea

Oh, well… I thought I could do it, so I did try.

Anyway, the good thing is that I will be around more often, if anyone has an entertaining ask or something else to cheer me up, I’m up for it!

In the meantime, the middle-triplet sister has made me an adult beverage and had a very heavy hand with the gin!

Originally posted by fromthemotionpicture

So, since I have nowhere to be in the morning, I’ll be getting slightly trashed while catching up with my DVR watching…

Originally posted by pierce-my-panic

five things as tagged by @this-too-too-sullied-flesh 

Kristen coming in with the save, stopping me from beating my head over the keyboard this afternoon.

FIVE THINGS YOU’D FIND IN MY BAG:
1. An 18-month planner, because that’s just who I have become as a person over the last 18 months
2. Captain Swan notebook for ideas or lists that need made
3. At least three highlighters
4. Portable phone charger, especially now that my car doesn’t have sound anymore and I play music from my tinny phone speaker
5. A Tylenol Extra Strength bottle that actually has about five different kinds of pills in it, because I’m turning into That Person who wants to be prepared in case someone has a headache or feels sick

FIVE THINGS IN MY BEDROOM:
1. BOXES. Well, that’s temporary as I pack up my life to move
2. Custom-built PC that has all the Steam games on it
3. Collection of Sailor Moon Figurarts
4. Collection of swan figurines
5. An ocarina

FIVE THINGS I WANT TO DO IN LIFE:
1. Travel more; I’ve hit 9 countries so far
2. Chase tornadoes
3. Find my equal
4. Live near the ocean (though I’m moving near-ish the Gulf, so this might count??? It’s an easy day trip)
5. Write forever

FIVE THINGS I’M CURRENTLY INTO:
1. eShakti
2. learning how to braid my own hair
3. vegan makeup
4. researching How To Live Down South As A Northerner
5. planning this road trip

FIVE THINGS ON MY TO-DO LIST
I’m moving in 11 days so this is the most boring and precise to-do list
1. get an oil change and have my car checked to be sure that it’ll survive the trip
2. finish going through the undergrad apartment stuff to pack it more efficiently or get rid of things that I won’t actually need
3. split things into “stuff I need to take NOW”, “stuff I’ll bring back from SC on the PLANE”, “stuff mom and dad will bring in AUGUST”, and “stuff to put into that GARAGE SALE mom will NEVER HAVE” (she’s been talking about doing one for like three years. It’s absurd at this point)
4. complete my internship paperwork and get it to my professor
5. buy shoes for this wedding

tagging: @octoberspirit, @lifeinahole27, @cocohook38, @somanyfandomssolittletime, @allrightfine, @hollyandvice

anonymous asked:

hEY!! - liv

1. First impression: wow this person is super sarcastic and I appreciate their lack of discourse
2. Truth is: i’ve met a lot of my friends on here (including you!) because you decided to talk to me, so I really very much appreciate that!
3. How old do you look: 17/18
4. Have you ever made me laugh: yes every damn day
5. Have you ever made me mad: no, but you did kill otabek in a fic once and that I cannot forgive
6. Best feature: super nice and also v witty. also, has excellent taste and gets me into new things (i.e. riverdale)
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nah
8. You’re my: you said i’m like your big sis so now you’re stuck with that lil sis
9. Name in my phone: I’d probably just put you in as “missyliv” or some combo of both since I don’t know anyone else with those names!
10. Should you post this too? you already did!

@altisetsky

why are non-millennials so personally offended by everything? like if i’m still wearing my jacket indoors, it’s because i’m cold, not because i disrespect your home/your classroom !! if somebody has got your order wrong, it’s because they’re very busy and simply made a mistake, not because they’re trying to jeopardise your meal !! if somebodies phone rings during a meeting/lecture, it’s because they accidentally forgot to put it on silent, not because they want to disrupt your speech !! just calm down, sharon, not everything is about you

Motherhood

Short story by reddit user ellipticalmoons

I was never supposed to be a mother. But when Lilly was born, she became my whole world. We look just alike and she’s vibrant and smart. I really lucked out.

I never understood why my husband wasn’t quite as crazy about her as I was. Our relationship was great before Lilly was born but he got surly and depressed as time went on. He’s not a bad person though; I wasn’t there for him like I should’ve been. Life happens and he’s remarried now. I’m okay with that.

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trc characters as things people at my school have said
  • blue: he has a trump sticker! ram him!
  • gansey: hey remember when i almost died on multiple occasions? good times
  • adam: i'm not driving the struggle bus. i'm driving the struggle camper.
  • ronan: *listening to irish music, comes to a slow song* this one isn't lit. *skips to faster song* this one is
  • noah: i'm made of vanilla, cinnamon, and dead bodies.
  • henry: what's your favorite position in bed *answering his own question* right next to the wall so i can charge my phone
  • bonus! kavinsky: it's alright, i wanted to burn stuff too.
Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.

This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work. 


This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.

Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.

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One of my sims is legitimately being stalked by her ex.

The man in the background is Bob Pancakes. He and Eliza are divorced and they can’t stand each other. They separated before their child was born, Bob moved out, and Eliza was going to raise their daughter alone without letting her so much as ever meet Bob.

So I’m playing as normal, and suddenly Bob just.. walks in through the back door. He does not live here. I purposefully moved him to a smaller house across the street and marked him as unplayed. Sims can’t just enter other people’s houses, and there’s supposed to be an option to tell visitors either “Goodbye” or “Ask to Leave”.

Bob has none of those options.

He did have a “Go Away” interaction, which made him wander off and stand on one of the balconies. I didn’t want him to interfere with this family, so I took precautions.

This gave me some time to think about my options.

I’d never intended to play him again, so I could just leave him trapped until he died. After a day had passed, occasionally checking on him, he was extremely stinky and only able to stand there playing games on his phone. I felt bad and instead told Eliza to quick travel to his house, with him in tow.

Entering his household to check on him, he immediately fell asleep on the pavement. Fine. He could take care of himself from there.

Switching straight back to Eliza, she carried on doing her single parent thing, meanwhile I locked the front and back door COMPLETELY to seal them inside the house for the time being. Eliza doesn’t have a career so there was no reason to even leave for the next day or so. I also added a lot trait for ‘Private Dwelling’ to reduce visitors. She and her toddler went to sleep, and when I tried to put the game on fast-forward, I realised it wasn’t doing the high superspeed it usually does when all Sims are asleep. There was nobody else in the house. Then I checked the back garden.

Bob was back. He had not showered. Unable to actually enter the house, he sat on the patio and wandered around all night long. The Pancakes house has a barbeque, so he continually made himself food on it. Since he has a food source he’s not capable of dying out there, even if he never leaves. He might stink and fall asleep on the ground, but with access to burgers, he can do this indefinitely.

The family ignored him. Because he is a Slob, and had nothing else to do, Bob rummaged through their garbage bin and created constant piles of rubbish, which he then stomped on and played in.

Switching back to Bob AGAIN, I made him return home. And this time, when I reloaded the family and watched him in front of his house in the same neighbourhood… he walked off screen and disappeared. He hasn’t been back and their daughter was able to unlock the doors for her birthday party.

But the next time I load the Pancakes house I have no way of knowing whether Bob will be pressed up against the windows looking in.

Day One Hundred and Seventeen

-It is no secret that I am no morning person. Thankfully, back-to-back opening shifts have been saved by the benevolence of our baristas and their offerings of free samples. From unicorn drinks to cinnamon roll frappuccino, I am experiencing an ethereal energy that will get keep me going until the day I die, a date I am not yet willing to divulge.

-On this, the twentieth day of April, I do not know what to expect from my guests. Nevertheless, I have high hopes. 

-A woman demanded I tell her whether or not a Kohl’s will be opening nearby and, if not, that I do something about it. I chose to do neither, as it would be a gross misuse of the powers I am given as a part-time cashier.

-I was informed by an older woman that she was doing me a favor by asking me to throw away her receipt for her, as otherwise, she would have no choice but to throw it on the floor in front of me and leave. This is nothing if not fair and reasonable. I wordlessly threw away her receipt and watched as she walked away, open, empty purse in hand.

-A mother allowed her six year-old son to pick up the items the stranger behind them was waiting to purchase, throw them around, bang them against the counter, and, ultimately, place them in his mouth. The mother said nothing, not seeing a problem. The woman behind said nothing, not seeing what was happening. I said nothing, seeing everything.

-As my shift drew to a close in the early afternoon, a confused man came through my lane. When it came time to pay, he slapped his phone against the card reader repeatedly, despite being told that we did not support Apple pay. I have gotten just a taste of the crowd that today has been made for. I only wish that I had been able to stay longer.

Imagine Isak and Sana and Even, all sitting at the table in Evak’s new kitchen. 

When they went to IKEA Even suggested a smaller one, so they could have more space in the kitchen and 

“Baby! We need to be able to dance!”

but Isak lowkey hoped they were going to be the place where all his friends wanted to go to chill. To be the place they all somehow thought of as home. He went so long not knowing where he belonged that he wanted to share this warm and safe place he knew his home with Even would be.

So, he insisted on a bigger table, which as it turns out was a great decision which of course Isak tells Even more than once, because right now there are piles of chemistry text books, notes and technical equipment spread on it. Even is working on some film project with his laptop and Sana is explaining what she wrote to Isak because 

“Sana, you have the worst handwriting for a girl”

which earns him a poke in his ribs with a pencil from Even who didn’t even look up and says 

“That’s sexist”

which of course has him rolling his eyes and Sana just nodding smugly, dimple-smile and all.

And later they will all cozy up on their couch and watch something on their small TV while munching on some pizza

“Veggi for you, Sana, right?”

Isak had asked while dialing the local pizza place, returning the genuine smile that spread over Sana’s face and added

“Mahdi found it when we were unpacking. It’s pretty great!”

And even later than that, 20:41 to be exact, when Sana’s phone alarm rings, Even nudges her with the Arm he has draped over Isak’s shoulders and tells her

“You can pray in our bedroom if you want privacy, we’ll pause the movie”

"Being Fuckable Does Not Mean Being Date-able." [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 1

THANK YOU FOR 1k FOLLOWERS GUYS!!!! This is probably the last request I’ll ever do. And it’s from a long time ago. Sorry. Requests kind of give me writers block because of the certain plot that has to go with it so forgive me if I never got to yours, but enjoy this last one because after this I will just write what comes to mind! MY BOX IS STILL OPEN FOR COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS THOUGH!!! 


anon: Heyyy buddy I think you writing is amazing could you do one where the reader is drunk and at a party Dylan had to take her home and she accidentally tells him that she likes him then the morning after he confronts her about it.

My eyes were very focused on my ipad settled below my chin. Laying on my stomach, I felt my shoulders begin to cramp. I grabbed my ipad and laid my back on the pillows trying to desperately finish the story before I start to get ready for my plans later. I had a guilty pleasure, it was reading dirty stories, Dylan somehow never teased me about it, but from time to time he did laugh a little. 

“Are you reading smut again?” Dylan’s voice rang through my ears. I forgot he was beside me now curiously looking over to see what I was doing. 

“Yes and?” He put his hands up in defense as his eyebrows worked their way closer to each other.

“Nothing Rachel Green.”

“Shut up Joey.” I said responding to his ‘Friends’ reference, the episode where Joey found out Rachel was reading a dirty book. My eyes scanned the paragraphs as I was trying to get back to where I was, “How come you read smut when you literally can get sex whenever you can, “

My attention was very much now on him already knowing what was coming. His eyes wandered and paused directly at my lips. It’s like he realized his stare was starting to affect me that he tilted his eyes back to mine.

“Uh, what I mean is that I’ve seen you do it.” He explained in order for me to not interpret it wrong.

Was he serious? Well because Dylan, you are my best friend, and when I read these books I picture you in them with me but I know fucking your best friend would be weird for you. 

That’s what I should of said, but instead the words jumbled up into,

 “Because it’s entertaining to see the climax and story of the couple right before they fuck, and even staying for the resolution after.” I stated, not even bothering to look at him any longer with the intent of wanting to jump every bone of his body as I kept reading further.

I could see his hands intertwining together as both of them were playing around with each other between his legs. His eyes kept directing at me as if waiting for me to answer sincerely.

“Okay because I have needs Dylan! Did you really want me to say that I get horny a lot?” I rolled my eyes as his smile plastered pure satisfaction after I fezzed up.

“But horny of what? Just go have sex? There’s something you’re not telling me here.” He paused.

 “Better yet,  just fuck me.” he shrugged. He always flirted as a joke so casually  and it irritated the hell out of me. 

For us, saying, ‘fuck me’ is a regular one on one jokingly flirting with each other thing. We always joke sexually but lately it was becoming hard for me to just act like I didn’t want him to pound into me. I had it bad for my ‘best friend’. 

These love stories with smut in them focused on two things I wanted most, Dylan’s affection and his- well, dick. I didn’t want to be just friends anymore, I wanted something real with him. I read the cliche wattpad books with the plot of best friends falling for each other, pathetic in my situation, believe me, I know.

“No.” I rolled my eyes for the second time hinting at him to stop and wasn’t in the mood for casual jokes.

“You wouldn’t fuck me?” His hand went over his chest pretending to be insulted. I was getting really sick of this, I was ready to snap. He wanted to play? Alright Let’s play.

I pressed the button on the corner of my ipad for it to rest, I could feel stare behind me as he watched me place it on the night stand. All the attention was on him now,

“You know, what? I wouldn’t mind doing something right now. And since you keep interrupting me..” His curious eyes followed my actions.

“Let’s have sex.” I could of sworn that if he had water right now he would spit it right out. His eyes were left in shock to what I had just mentioned which caused me to smirk. I never responded to his jokes, I usually just laughed or rolled my eyes, but it was annoying me now. He needed to learn a lesson.

 After several rapid blinks he managed to let out a stutter, “I- do you like me?” A huge smile on his face suddenly appeared, His hand started to caress my cheek. Did he think I was joking?

His question caught me by surprise so I stepped back a little. I was terribly afraid of his rejection. If he didn’t feel the same way, everything would be ruined. 

“What? No!” I laughed it off, “Dylan, I said I would fuck you, because let’s admit it, you are hot. But an emotional attachment? Hell no. You’re my best friend?” That is not what I wanted to say at all, but I did not want to be humiliated. His face dropped and went back to a careless expression, his eyes turned darker and they broke contact with mine as his hand extracted from my face.

“Being fuck-able does not mean being date-able.” I leaned forward as I made my way across him. My legs were now snaking around his waist as he was sitting down gasping at my every movement as I sat down on him quickly.

 “What’s wrong? Tired of all the sexual jokes?” My lips whispered into to his ear. “Cause I am.” I said lower, “You should put them to the test.” Just as I was about to lean a tad bit close to his lips, his hands grabbed my chin and stopped me.

“Can you just drop it? I get it, I got a taste of my own medicine.” He grabbed my arms in a careful way but shoved me softly off him. He was heading out of my door, as he turned around not even looking at me, suddenly he had such interest in his phone. It’s what he does when he’s mad or annoyed. He avoids eye contact with me and goes on his phone/

“Don’t forget we planned a night out today, I’ll come by at eight.”

And with that he rushed out of my house leaving me utter shock. What was with the sudden attitude? His cold answers really started to made me wonder if I made him uncomfortable with my reaction. He has rejected to fuck me? Of course I wasn’t going though with it but he left before I finished.

It stung so bad. As if I wasn’t good enough to have sex with? My ego was getting to me but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of this whole situation. He thought he got a taste of his own medicine? He hasn’t seen the half of it. He wasn’t getting away with embarrassing me that easy.

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Four hours later passed and It was almost eight. I made sure to look extra tonight, cause I was an extra bitch. The knocks on the door soon startled me. He came twenty minutes later than he said but I was okay with it.

 He was moody again. He stood a few more seconds at the door, “are we leaving?” still typing on his phone.

“Yes, i just need to get my purse and put on lipstick. Are you just gonna stand there and wait?” His eyes shot up and once he got a hold of the sight, he stared up and down at me. I was wearing a short black tight dress as my black heels complimented it. My hair was straightened, and I hardly straighten it. I go more for the curls usually. My make up was the same yet I added wing eyeliner.

He gasped for about ten seconds as he moved his hand up on down his lip. “Why are you wearing that?” He quickly rushed to my couch as he grabbed a cushion and somehow put it on his lap. He was fidgeting a bit, a normal person wouldn’t notice but I just paid too much attention.

“I’m going to try to get fucked tonight, you’re right. I shouldn’t be reading things about it I should just go get the real thing.” I replied coldly.

“You know I was kidding about that. Read all the porn you want.” He winked playfully.

“Cute.” I laughed mockingly. His expression turned cold again as he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Um I’m going to wait in the car.” 

“Kay.” This time I didn’t bother to look back as he left to his car. His annoying mood swings were getting on my nerves.

When we got to the club, Dylan’s grip was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to let me go and enjoy myself. “Let’s go dance!” His eyes landed on my dress again, “ Yeah let’s not. Let’s go get a drink or two first.” His grip was still on my waist.

I could see his protective side coming out, and it was irritating to say the least. “Fine.” I fake smiled to show him I was annoyed. 

Six shots later, it was finally kicking in. I was already heading to the dance floor, I could tell Dylan was watching from a far. His eyes rolled so far back every time he saw me interact with a guy, it was ridiculous.

It didn’t take long before he saw I was a little too drunk that I couldn’t keep up with my feet. “Alright, we should go now.”  He gently intertwined my arm with his as he took us to the exit. 

“Dylan! I was about to get some tonight, now they’re going to think you’re like my boyfriend and not want to talk to me!”

“Good.” He lead us towards his car. “How much did you drink?” I asked as we both got inside.

“I drank other beverages, I’m the designated driver remember.” He said harshly. I didn’t say one word to him the whole ride home, but I could tell we were going to his since it was closer. He was being so rude that every time he spoke, my heart ached a bit more.

The silence wasn’t awkward, he knew when something was bugging me so he just doesn’t add to it.

When the car stopped at his house I was afraid of facing him because there was a tear that escaped my eye and I swiped it quickly off. if I said anything he would still notice because of my shaky voice.

“Y/N.” His voice said from a distance but I blocked it out as I kept looking down at my shoes.

“Hey Y/N. Are you crying?” Dylan scooted closer as he cupped my cheeks. 

“You’ve been so distant this whole day after I made a move on you. I mean I get it, we’re best friends and you’d never go for more than that. You’d never love me the way I love you, but the fact that you don’t see me as a desirable person? It’s worse than punching me in the face.”

 I felt my sadness overcome me as my sleepiness mixed with it. My eyes started to close as my tears still kept streaming out.

“And it hurts Dylan.” I managed to say in my sad, sleepy voice. “It hurts so much because I want to be your everything, and seeing you that disgusted of me just teared me.” And sleep soon consumed my brain I was out with my as the water droplets from my eyes barely started to dry. Guess crying yourself to sleep is a real thing?

Dylan however was very much awake. He was speechless, and he was positive I wasn’t going to remember a thing in the morning.

The confronting will be in the second part!

BTS as dads

Seokjin - The PREPARED dad
Jin visits all the seminars and courses for parents-to-be with you.
He is always fully prepared, no matter where you are, 24/7.
You think you forgot the bottle? Jin’s got your back.
Spending time with your kid is the most amazing thing for him.

Yoongi - The IN-CONTROL dad
He takes care of your child without breaking a sweat. The kid will always stop crying whenever he picks them up.
No one knows how he does it. Probably magic…
Yoongi enjoys taking care of your child so much, you can always rely on him.

Namjoon - The “PLEASE DON’T TELL Y/N” dad
He claims that he’s in control but has no idea what he is doing 24/7.
He actually breaks more stuff than the child but he tries his best and it’s very endearing. Also makes sure that his kid gets proper education.
Sometimes you come home and find him crying and the kid idly playing.
“What happened, Namjoon?”
“I dropped a book on my toe.”
“I swear I am raising two children.”

Hoseok - The MESEMRISED dad
Reenacts the lion king scene at least once a day.
“HAVE YOU MET MY BABY? I MADE THEM!”
Has 20.000+ pictures of your child on his phone and is very eager to show them off.
He likes to dance around the house with your baby in his arms and sings for them every night.

Jimin - The SOFT dad
Jimin became a full time dad when he first layed eyes on his child. He spends a lot of time playing and caring for them and he likes to be the one to carry the around.
He tends to falls asleep with the kid on his chest because of that and it’s the cutest thing ever. He is also very excited for them to get older, so he can teach them all kinds of cool stuff.

Taehyung - The BORN DAD
Has three kids strapped onto him at all times. Only two of them are yours.
Tae’s like a magnet, every child loves him.
He somehow gets never tired and loves spending time with them.
They are also all clothed in Gucci
He spoils them way too much, sometimes you have to stop him from ordering even more expensive clothes (because you’re running out of space).

Jungkook - The OVERWHELMED dad
Starts tearing up randomly. “They are so FRAGILE, we have to PROTECT them.”
Loves the kid so much but is also afraid he will drop it and hurt them somehow.
Looks to you whenever he’s having trouble being a dad. you have to show him the ropes at first but once he get’s the hang of things he will spend a lot of time with your kid. He is also extremely proud of your kid.

Originally posted by hihobii

-Admin Kruemmel

New friend.

So my husband has recently started really liking a new girl. Anytime he fucks me he tells me how badly he wants her and tells me how much better she is than me. He calls me by her name and even made me use her picture as the background on my phone. I can’t wait til he fucks her so I can hear all about it. Or maybe get to watch ;)

pittsburgh penguins ranked in order of how much they hate me
  1. evgeni malkin: posts pictures of himself on social media, knowing that i will see them and cry. grows patchy playoff beards that i am somehow attracted to. fights all the time. snipes filthy goals. takes,,, so many penalties. clearly wants me dead.
  2. sidney crosby: every time he giggle-honks it is a personal attack on my well-being and i am 98% sure he knows it. also continues to wear The Hat despite knowing that i love his post-game curls.
  3. kris letang: has a v cute son and a v pretty wife and doesn’t ever bring them over to my house ???? v v rude, tanger. obviously hates me a great deal.
  4. patric hornqvist: gives me heart palpations whenever he’s shirtless. which is always.
  5. brian dumoulin: deliberately made me fall in love with him before revealing himself as a frat boy who doesn’t know what indy music is in some bizarre plot to end me. 
  6. phil kessel: hasn’t given me his sister’s phone number, so clearly doesn’t want me to be happy.
  7. carl hagelin: has prettier hair than me. knows he has prettier hair than me. chooses to flaunt the fact that he has prettier hair than me. clearly a lot of hatred there.
  8. trevor daley: has yet to teach me his skin care routine or secrets for looking Like That.
  9. chris kunitz: is 37 years old and still looks so Good that it can only be an attempt to end my life.
  10. olli maatta: a literal ray of sunshine who wants to burn me alive from the inside out with the power of his smile.
  11. justin schultz: has a sinister plot to make me attracted to men with missing teeth and beards.
  12. matt cullen: is Team Dad but refuses to adopt me.
  13. nick bonino: posts pictures of maisie and jake together with the understanding that i will see these pictures and pass out. obviously wishes me harm.
  14. conor sheary: knows that i die a little every time he gets injured. still has the audacity to allow himself to be injured.
  15. jake guentzel: hasn’t proposed to me yet???????? obviously hates me at least a little.
  16. bryan rust: hasn’t responded to any of my long, extensive, hand-written love letters. clearly dislikes me.
  17. matt murray: has a Large Dog named beckham that he will post about but will not bring to my home so i can pet???? wtf matt.
  18. marc-andre fleury: loves me, supports me, wants me to be happy.
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Thoughts on 12x20: Season 12 as a Year Long Lesson in Teaching Dean There is an “I” in Team Free Will.

Oh 12x20. I really loved you for so many reasons. All of the parallels between Max and Dean that made my little bi!dean heart nearly explode. The perfect execution of the cell phone as symbol for Dean’s attempts (mostly thwarted) at honest communication. Yet another episode that directly references a revered part of canon in precisely the right way.

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But something that I especially adored about this episode was how it made good on writing gestures throughout the season.

Because this has been a season of Dean being as emotionally open as we’ve ever seen him - and yet - how desperately he clings onto being part of a team, a member of a family - how deeply he craves consensus.

The episode thus far that we have seen employ “I” statements without shame is in a horrible context - as he slowly loses himself in “Regarding Dean.” This has been as a season that has given me all. the. feels., but Dean’s pep talk to himself in front of the mirror will forever haunt my dean!girl nightmares, waking me from otherwise peaceful slumber at 3 AM as I worry about my boo.

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