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anonymous asked:

what can your followers do to support your ed recovery?

aaahhh i been asked this a lot and i’m not sure how to answer… i don’t expect much honestly like i expect support from my friends + family but i’d never expect that kind of support from people who followed me for my art or because i made a good joke one time

i guess just… if u happen to see one of my posts about recovery or therapy, give it a like i guess? u don’t have to obviously i don’t expect anyone to but if u want to support me, that’s a quick easy little way to say ‘hey, i hear you, friend!’

anonymous asked:

Hm, something that interests me is the fact that Tsumigi seems more interested in keeping the killing gane running then actually following the rules. After all, she would have ended the game in the first chapter had she followed the rules. This makes me think that anyone probs could have been pointed as the blackend and it would have been accepted due to want for bloodshed. The real culprit now in despair as they realize they killed for nothing, especially someone like Toujo.

truthfully, i don’t see much motivation in shirogane’s behaviour at all. truthfully, i feel like she was characterised incorrectly. she never appeared to thirst for simple bloodshed, simply was a fan of the show and the formula. so it strikes me as odd that she didn’t keep up to the rules, since keeping up with them was the most entertaining thing about say, dr1. 

the fact that enoshima played by the rules and in the end still ended up on top was a magnificent way to write a villain. nothing will piss the player off more than the fact the last boss didn’t just crumble to their feet, and in the end ended their life as they pleased.

the formula of dr is to put charming, likeable, and attractive looking characters in a life or death situation where they are forced to develop and cope.

shirogane seems to lack the fundamental understanding of what makes a game like dr entertaining, which could be due to the forced in moral of ‘violence is bad, and gaining gratification from it is bad’. in the end it seems that kodaka’s not aware that i’m not the only fan of dr (because i sure am guilty of the violence thing) and that majority are attracted to it based on the attractive characters. 

and this is why dr doesn’t, in my opinion, work as an in universe game show. because it tries to do the battle royale/hunger games thing. which truthfully i don’t really like because how am i supposed to feel and relate to these characters if they are characterised like cartoon villains? how am i supposed to feel for these characters, if they are written so strangely for the society they are in? how am i supposed to be attracted to these flashy character designs if they’re the physical norm and not just a bunch of super special students? it just doesn’t work with me and takes away the emotional connection and suspension of disbelief i’d otherwise have.

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Even if you aren’t seeing results, don’t ever settle for giving less than 100% of what you have. Hard work WILL pay off. A lot of the time, I don’t see any progress or notice anything, but if I look further back, I know how far I’ve come. I always remind myself, EVERY REP COUNTS. For anyone following me who is trying to lose weight or become a more healthy person, remember to never give up or disservice yourself by giving less than 100%. Keep workin. 💪🏽🏋🏼

I am blocking every single person who I see calling me delusional, crazy, idiotic, and desperate. I have given this corner of the fandom so much over the past year, I’ve written metas and fix-its all because I love this community and I’ve never asked for anything in return, I’ve never fought with anyone, and I’ve never gone out of my way to engage those who viciously disagree because my followers do not deserve to see such negativity on their dashboards. I try to put my best self out here every time I come online because it is the right thing to do and I want to have fun. And now TJLCers are dragging me? Excuse me? How does anyone have the nerve to do such things, after all we’ve done for each other? I don’t care if we’re mutuals, if I see you adding negativity directed to me personally on my own posts, I will make sure you never encounter my fix-it fics or metas ever again. You can’t take a writer’s work for years for free only to criticize what you don’t like about them personally in the end. 

hi cuties! just wanted to do a follow forever since i havent done one in a while,,, plus i also hit 1.5k a while ago but never got to doing this! anyways i did this in a rush so if i forgot any of u guys its not on purpose cus i love so many of yall (tbh i went overboard just in case i left anyone out) i love u all sm!!!! <3 <3 <3

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First Language [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: ok we know seb lived in paris but never got specifics soooo i had an ideaaaaaa…maybe part 2? yes? no? anyone?


“You guys didn’t have to come with me.” you huff back at the gang following you, angrily stomping through the posh hallways of Dalton Academy. “He is my boyfriend… and you hate him… Why did you come actually?” you wonder, crinkling your eyebrows together, pulling both your backpack straps to the waistband of your ripped sky blue jeans.

Santana scoffs, crossing her tan arms over her cheerio’s uniform. “Uh, duh, I wanna see what happened to the mole faced chipmunk.” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. You roll your eyes, sighing deeply.

While holding Rachel’s hand, Finn tilts his head in confusion; Sam does the same, wondering the exact same question on everyone’s mind. “What exactly happened to him again?” the blonde asks, fixing his purple hoodie on his shoulder. “All I saw was you get a call and leave rehearsal…. Then everyone followed you and I got lost… I’m still lost.”

You bound around the corner, stopping when you get to the door that says ‘nurse’. Spinning on the heel of your sneaker, you fix your pink shoulderless shirt. “He was in lacrosse practice and hit his head and passed out, okay?” you rush out, inhaling deep. “And can I please see him alone before you all parade in?” you plead, hands returning to the straps of your backpack.

When most of the club nods, you let out a breath, facing the door. Turning the knob, you cautiously step in the office. “I’m Y/N, Sebastian’s…” you trail off as the nurse leads you to the cots. “How is he?” you chew on your lip nervously.

“Non! Non!” Sebastian’s voice lingers in the room, French accent a lot more noticeable. “Retire tes mains de moi (get your hands off me)! Ou est ma petite amie (where is my girlfriend)?!” he spits at Trent, who’s trying to coax the Warbler back into the cot, muttering ‘why are you not speaking English?’. “Je ne sais pas bon anglais (I don’t know good english)!” he bites in a frustrated tone, running a hand through his hair.

You furrow your eyebrows together, pushing the curtain. His knuckles curl around the edge of the cot, shoulders almost touching his ears. The moment Sebastian sees you, his green eyes light up, smile stretching on his lips. “Mon bébé, là tu es (my baby, there you are)!” he beams, standing up; navy lacrosse jersey hanging off his shoulder. You blink in confusion. “Ne me comprends-tu pas (do you not understand me)?” he whispers, eyes filling with water.

Frowning, you bend down in front of him, cupping his face. “Sebastian… Je t'aime (I love you)…” you hum, saying the only French you really know.

He grins, “Je t’aime, Y/N.” The knock on the door startles him and the glee club enters. “Pourquoi sont-ils ici (why are they here)?” he snarls, nose scrunching at the gang. “Quelle (what)?”

“Why is he speaking French?” Mercedes whispers to Kurt, who shrugs.

Sighing, you card your hand through his uncharastically messy hair, shaking your head. “French is his first language. He only learned English two years ago, before he came to Dalton.” you frown, eyes searching his face. “When we started dating, he was still learning.” you explain, “He must’ve hit his head really hard…” you cringe, pulling your beanie down.

“So, what’re we gonna do?” Artie pipes up, pushing his glasses to his nose.

Sebastian tugs on your hand, pouting. “Regarde, je ne comprends pas ce que tu dis mais (look, I don’t understand what you’re saying but)…” he pauses, licking his lips. “Je meurs de faim, pouvons-nous manger (I’m starving, can we eat)?”

You shrug your shoulders, squinting your eyes. “I think he’s hungry? Help me take him to Breadstix?”

Christmas Morning (Preference)

In the holiday spirit, and instead of making separate imagines for everyone, I made one big one !! Hope you guys like it ! Also, a big thanks to anyone who followed me from my previous acc, thank you so much!! Much love to the current following and those to come, happy holidays guys!

Originally posted by rikkisixx

Negan: You’d wake up to the sight of him making pancakes, in his pajamas with an apron draped over him. You’d hug him softly from behind.

“You weren’t supposed to be up yet, Merry Christmas babe” Negan chuckled.

“Merry Christmas” You’d whisper back making him smile and turn to see you.

“Never thought I’d spend another Christmas with a woman I love, but here I am”

You’d then spend the morning exchanging goods, from which he had collected from other groups. You had gotten help from Simon and Dwight to get stuff for Negan.

Originally posted by tyrellselliot

Rick: You’d lay in bed with him until the last minute, before cries from Judith and impatient whines from Carl. No matter how old Carl was, Christmas still made him turn into a 5 year old inside. When the frist cry from Judith was heard you were both awake but stayed still. You made the first groan.

“Merry Christmas” He’d mumble.

“Merry Christmas”

Then all four of you’d sit around the tree, watching the kids open the few gifts you’d managed to find. They weren’t disappointed. Rick got you a gift even though you both swore not to get each other gifts. You’d felt bad but he said it was fine with a small kiss.

Daryl: You two didn’t do much for the occasion. Didn’t bother with a tree and not many fancy gits. There was no waking up early, it was just another day. You’d wake up to him stroking your hair softly, staring down at you.

“Mornin babe, it’s Christmas” Daryl said in a raspy voice.

“Yeah, Christmas” You groaned and he kissed me.

“Gotcha a lil somethin” He said handing me a box from his bedside table “Not much but I thought you’d like it.

I opened the box and saw it was a Polaroid. He picked up soem extra film, also.

“I didn’t get you anything” You said upset.

“Slim pickins nowadays, I didn’t expect nothin so I a’int disappointed”

“Sorry babe, but I love this” You say holding up the camera.

You took your first picture of him in bed on Christmas morning.

Glenn: He’d wake you up early and frag you to the tree.He was excited for you to see what he got, not many but quantity didn’t matter anymore. You groaned as he took you to the tree, still in your post sleep grog.

“Merry Christmas!” He said and shoved his present in your hands.

You opened it and saw a necklace with your name on it.

“Thanks, hun” You said before wrapping your arms around his.

You’d spend the day visiting the rest of the new group and spending time together, now safe again in Alexandria.

HOLY HECK!

While I was off for the weekend..

THIS HAPPENED!

You guys are the best!

Thank you to everyone who follows me, all of those new to following me and those of you who have stuck with me since the beginning. I honestly never thought I would reach a number like this and I am perpetually stunned that anyone wants to follow me or read my little stories. I love Supernatural, I love writing about Supernatural, and I love that people want to read what I write. 

As way of celebration, I am hosting a challenge, Mimi’s Trope Challenge. Topics/prompts have already been given out and a few fics have already rolled in. I’m excited to see what the talented writers on this site manage to come up with. If you want to see the fics as they come in, you can follow the #mimi’s trope challenge tag.

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Originally posted by quase-tudo-sobre-teen-wolf

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Requested by: @faithfulinmysins

After being locked in a room for days, she finally let me out. Mud in my hair and solid on my skirts, dirt under my fingernails and bruises littering my arms and hands. She ordered her guard to drop me at her feet. She looked down from her throne, careful not to let her crown slip from her hair, she locked eyes with someone on the other side of the room, and nodded. Then she stood. Her skirts falling behind her and following her with each stride.
She gestured for her maiden to move me so I was facing her and the crowd crammed in the hall. They wanted to see a witch hang. It didn’t matter that I was halfway innocent. It didn’t matter that I never hurt anyone or ever had the intention to hurt someone. All anyone card about was the evidence found in my hut. That’s all she cared about as well. And for the chance to prove that she is Queen.
“Kaia.” She starts. Looking at the chains around my ankles and hands. I could only imagine the state my hair was in if my dress was a dirty as it was. “I am Queen now, and I do not condone witchcraft - of any kind.” She cocks her head and locks eyes with Ivar. A deceiving look flashed in her eyes. “I do not appreciate that you would try to conjure Aslaug from the dead.” A collective gasp was heard from bystanders. “Or that you would try to get me killed, so your husband’s brother can become King.”
I tried to say something, but a sword was placed under my chin.
“Let her speak!” An array of voices cried from the crowd. Lagertha nodded, turning to face me again. The sword was taken away, and I was forced to get off my knees and stand.
“I was not conjuring the Queen.” My voice was hoarse and raspy. The other side of the room had to strain to hear anything. “I did not what I did in malice-”
“You admit to witchcraft?”
“Everyone knows that witches have been in my family for generations. We practice in the name of Frigg we are decedent’s from Odin!” I cry out in desperation. The chains feeling tighter by the second. “Your husband claimed he was a descendant from Odin also.”
Her expression turned cold at the sound of Ragnar’s existence. “My husband was bewitched by Aslaug. She cast a spell on him.”
“She did not!” Ivar roared from his seat. “He loved her more than he loved you and you were so blind you could not see it for what it was, but for witchcraft.”
Voices talking over one other caused an up roar and horns were thrown as ale spilt everywhere. Lagertha had to yell out for there to be silence. “I do not condone witchcraft. Not after what Aslaug has done to my city. To my home.” She pauses, looking at the walls of the halls and the throne she stole to call herself Queen. “There is evidence that you were conjuring Aslaug late into the night only last week. There was evidence when the walls were breached that witchcraft was involved,” she sits down on her throne, and clears her throat. Her eyes narrow and sink into my skin. “You and your husband, are nothing but sad children. You are hurt over Aslaug’s death. I understand. I am hurt over Ragnar’s death, but there are some things that I need to have made clear; I am Queen. I am in charge. The sons of Ragnar are not in line for the throne, but my son Bjorn. I will not let myself be put in danger by followers of Aslaug and their witchcraft. I will not let anyone conjure Aslaug to try and bring me down- and I will not let someone take my right and usurp my rule. From now on; anyone accused of witchcraft will be put on trial. Anyone proved guilty, will be strung up outside and made a lesson of.” An audible gasp left everyone’s lips and silence fell.
The eerie silence was broken by the heavy doors banging open. Floki stalks into the hall. He takes a standing by Ivar and crosses his arms. The seer shuffles in, his cloak covering his face and whispers leaving his lips. Everyone stayed silent.
“You accuse a girl of conjuring the dead?” His voice, though soft, bounces off the walls. “There was once a time when you asked me of life and death.” He points and bony finger at her. “No one should be on trial here.”

10

And what do you want from me?”
“A cure.”  I must sound so silly. Like the stupid little girl he left in Winterfell.  “I followed you one night. I remember your screams, and then the white wolf with the red—”
“You don’t know what you saw.” 
“I do now. Listen. I never asked for this. You’ve had the curse for years, you must know something. I will be queen some day, this is not… If anyone knows what I am, I…“
"You think I did? Ask for it?” He chuckled. “Deserve it, maybe?”  
“Just… just make it go away, please, and I promise you’ll never see me again!”
I can’t” he said sharply. “It’s the wolf blood. It doesn’t go away.”
She wiped her tears and turned to go. Then I will bleed out until it does.
“Wait.” His voice was softer, now.  “I can help. I can run with you. Hunt with you. Teach you all I know. Teach you the ways to tame the beast… to keep it in control. But you need to trust me, Sansa.”


JON & SANSA: WEREWOLVES AU   |   The night Sansa Stark turns seventeen, her bones break and her world is shattered. Ashamed, terrified, unable to control the wolf that has awoken inside her —the curse of Winterfell, the servants whispered when she was little, she remembers now—she sets out to find the only person who can help her: her estranged half brother, Jon Snow.

OOOOFA.

OK, let’s hit this point by point.

1. Maybe don’t worry about giving me a chance if you’re being disappointed this greatly? Just scroll past, I stg I will keep on living.

2. So many of my fics are from Felicity’s perspective, and I see her as being very hard on herself, especially following the events of Havenrock. I think it’s a mistake to call that “blaming” her, and I’m sorry if anyone sees it that way.

3. Would you really prefer to think Felicity just is blindly dating a dude she hates? I was trying something. Thank you for telling me it disgusted you. Again, feel free to never read me again.

4. I have written so many fics about the things Oliver has done wrong idek.

5. In all seriousness, I don’t want to make anyone mad. Please don’t read anything that makes you feel like this.

Y’all, doing this was so stressful and I’ll probably never do it again cause it was exhausting trying to remember everyone so if I forgot you please don’t kill me, I love you.

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I was stupid, so stupid {Wu Yifan}

Note: Ah sweetie I hope you’re feeling better now! {I’m sorry this request took so long for me to do.} I didn’t follow your request exactly, but I hope you still like it all the same. If you ever need anyone to talk to, my inbox is always open, or my messages. Please never hesitate to talk to me if you ever need to, you should never suffer alone. Anyway, here’s your scenario. Stay strong! Fighting~ Mimei xx❤ 

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Originally posted by vvu-yi-fan

She closes the messages on her phone, unable to think straight, unable to speak. Tears are welling up her her glassy eyes, but no one’s there to see.

Anxiety is clinging to her, and coursing through her veins like it’s a virus in the bloodstream that she can’t seem to fight. It’s painful, and dark, but that’s how anxiety works. It’s a bitch, because it devours you in insecurity and wraps you up between four walls of isolation. And like a broken record, it plays over and over, reminding you that no one knows, and no one cares.

In the depth of loneliness and despair, what are you supposed to do? You’re clinging onto someone with dear life and love, but they don’t care if they lose you or not. They don’t care if you’re shattered inside, or that your eyes are shining but hiding a mass of suffering.

You pressed your head against the window, looking down at an unopened bottle of strong Russian vodka, and you laptop screen. Facebook was displayed, a clear image of a beautiful girl with the name you wanted to burn. She was beautiful in her pictures, but that couldn’t compare to the beauty she radiates in real life. You understood now why you boyfriend had cheated, she’s so beautiful, and you’re nothing, a meaningless shell with an empty soul.

You had stepped in from a horrible day of work to find that beautiful girl lay on your side of the bed, her naked body concealed by the now contaminated cover. There was no mistaking what had happened, even when your boyfriend blurted ‘it’s not what it looks like!’

But it was what it looked like, and now you’re alone back in your old bedroom in your parents house, pathetically wishing for change.

Your boyfriend had been a wish come true, like the prince charming of a fairytale. But you understand now that wishes come with a curse, and for someone to find happiness, the other must be cursed in exchange, it keeps the balance of the world right, you supposed.

Time passed slowly, your parents didn’t dare intrude when they could see what had so obviously happened without you even uttering a word to them. They didn’t talk to you, no, but they called someone who could, which brought the knock to your bedroom door.

“Go away, Mum. I’m not-” You started to say weakly at the light tapping.

“It’s me, {y/n}”

You were taken aback, hearing Kris’ soft voice was some sort of a calming effect. You spoke more softly now. “Alright, come in.”

The tall, brown haired man didn’t need to think twice. He stepped inside. His built up exterior too big for your door. He’s too tall, but his muscles make him seem even bigger. It’s hard to think he used to be shorter than you in your childhood. He used to be nerdy and scrawny. He’s still nerdy now, but scrawny can be thrown right off the cliff.

He might look big, and tall, but no intimidation could be pinned onto this man. He’s attractive, a wide smile that reaches his eyes. Beautiful, really. But today he’s not smiling quite so bright. He knows, you think, identifying the small almost pitying smile he wears, it’s half hearted and the corners of his lips are barely stretched.

“Hey, I heard you met a rough patch.” He says, making his own way to the mattress where you were sat.

“You could say that.” You respond. It’s harder to compose yourself now Kris is here. He’s always had his way of bringing out the emotional side of you, he’s the only one to see you cry.

“Come here, {y/n}” He knows what you need, and he pulls you into a hug, holding you closely in his arms, allowing the warmth of his body to surround you as he engulfed you in his arms.

“I was stupid, so stupid.” You whispered, tears finally spilling.

Kris didn’t say anything for a moment, just let the tear fall from your eyes as he hugged you close, running his fingers through the strands of your hair and pressing light kisses to the forehead and the temple of your head.

When you sobbing finally stopped, Kris pulled away and ran his thumb underneath your eyes, clearing the evidence of any tears. “Don’t cry, it’s not your style.” He smiled weakly, making you smile too.

“I just want to be me, but a happier version of me.” You explained, and he nodded.

“I know, and you will be. Bad times are temporary, you know? And I’m going to be there for you every step of the way.”

You smiled, leaning into his hand that was resting on your cheek. “I love you, Kris. You’re my best friend.”

“I love you too, {y/n}. Now come on, we’re going out.”

“Where? It’s like half eleven at night.”

“Just get your coat on.”

The rest of the night was spent in Kris’ car, driving around under the dark sky and city lights and talking about anything and everything that there is to say. The badness was finally draining, and happiness was regaining and even though times were still young, things were already looking a hell of a lot better…

NurseyDex - 128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“Leave me alone,” Dex growled, but he didn’t push Nurse away. He never seemed to manage that. “I hate you.”
“You know, nobody believes that,” Nurse said, laying kisses along Dex’s jaw. “Babe, I’m starting to think that the only reason you fight with me anymore is so that we can make up.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Dex flushed, then gasped as Nurse bit down on his neck. “Don’t leave a mark.”
“Sure,” Nurse said, moving away. “Not where anyone can see, anyway. Come to bed, Dex.”
He straightened, took a step back, and as mad as Dex was, he followed.

anonymous asked:

Asexual doesn't mean you have to be single by default asexual people can be in relationships you absolute fucking dildo?

Hello there,

I see that you do not like me for some reason. I encourage you to move your mouse to the top right of the screen and unfollow. If you do not follow me, there is also the option to exit the tab or not be a dick. Try being constructive instead.

It is irritating for me to constantly describe my sexuality to people, telling people that I have also never liked anyone romantically and I highly doubt I ever will is met with far more criticism and disbelief. Stating I’m asexual usually does the trick and it’s less complicated. There are less people objecting to it and they won’t continue to pursue me as much. If you would like to argue more about my response not giving enough information-please read 80% of the messages I reply to. I talk about my sexuality more frequently than anything else. But also I don’t really owe you an explanation. This is my blog. If you are upset with what I chose to write then remove yourself. Edit: forgot to add this and it’s important.
Most likely this is the same person who sent me a few other similar messages hinting they wanted some kind of relationship from me. That’s why it was easier to respond the way I did. Less questions and they usually go away.

I really encourage you to have a more positive approach when communicating with people. The more we think negatively, the easier and faster those negative thoughts begin to come to us. The same also applies to positive thoughts! I highly doubt I have personally done anything for you to dislike me and insult me so I hope that you feel better about whatever issue you’re having. 

If you are attempting to educate people I also recommend not insulting or belittling them. People will not be open to the information you’re attempting to give them when you act that way. It’s also best not to make assumptions. If you truly care about a cause or spreading information you should do it in the most effective way, which is not being rude.

If you actually have never read any of my posts about asexuality, I have already responded multiple times (and very recently) that asexuals can have relationships with people, and some even have sex with their partners. My sister for example is asexual however she has had boyfriends before. I personally don’t particularly enjoy talking about that and refer people to forums because it often results in me getting inappropriate messages or people who won’t leave me alone thinking they now have a “chance” even when I’ve made it very clear I am not interested. I hope that you learn how to have productive discussions with people because I think you’re head is somewhat in the right place.

Edit 2: I also suggest taking into account that there may be people who still do not understand they’re sexuality. There may be people who actually do think that they don’t like people romantically because their asexual. You shouldn’t shame people for not knowing or understanding something. Especially when it can be sensitive for some people.

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Hey, everyone! This is for anyone who wants to request and doesn’t quite have an idea, or just wants to request a prompt! And just so you know, you can request your own prompt as well u.u

Fandoms:
Supernatural, Star Wars, Marvel, Jacksepticeye, and Markiplier! (And of course any actors for those fandoms as well)

(P.s. All of these prompts are super cool to me so be sure to read through! Might find something you like!)


  1. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”
  2. “You’re going to love me. Watch, you’ll see.”
  3. “Wow, you’re getting pretty good at lying.” / “Wow, you’re pretty good at lying… But not good enough.”
  4. “Wherever you go, I will follow you.”
  5. “And what have we learned today?” “Not to mess you”
  6. “Are you drunk?”
  7. “There’s blood on my/your hands”
  8. “Could you be any louder”
  9. “I’ve never killed anyone before”
  10. “Don’t call me that!”
  11. “Please don’t make me socialize”
  12. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this”
  13. “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.”
  14. “If you want, we could go together?”
  15. “I have contemplated becoming a hermit”
  16. “It’s 8:30, I’ve got a hangover, and you’re annoying me.”
  17. “No one has a heart of stone”
  18. “So much for not getting involved”
  19. “I will if you will”
  20. “My nightmares are usually about losing you”
  21. “I didn’t intend to kiss you”
  22. “I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it” “It wasn’t even yours!”
  23. “Prepare to be amazed”
  24. “I’d ask you to stay but I don’t like you”
  25. “Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence”
  26. “You look like a monkey who’s been strategically shaved.”
  27. “Everything was fine, until you showed up.”
  28. “Can you just shut up for five minutes?”
  29. “Never mind, the moment’s gone.”
  30. “You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”
  31. “What are you doing in my house?”
  32. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.”
  33. “Why are you/we whispering?”
  34. “If you really loved me there wouldn’t be a choice.“
  35. “I think I made a mistake.”
  36. “Shut up, I am a delight!”
  37. “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.”
  38. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.”
  39. “Come over here and make me”
  40. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
  41. “Do you… Well… I mean… I could give you a massage?”
  42. “Wait a minute, are you jealous?”
  43. “Wanna bet?”

Prompt Credit: 

@sincerelysaraahh, @write-the-love-story, @undiscoveredstory

anonymous asked:

I'm beginning to see a side of norman I don't like he's coming across as a shallow manther more and more. It's like all you have to do get this guys attention is wear a t shirt with his face on and name your IG account noticemereedus and he follows and likes every photo. I guess anyone like me who would never post such a photo doesn't stand a chance of norman noticing he really does pick and choose I hope one day he realises how much this hurts his none attention seeking fans

like you said he’s liking and following people that want his attention. Seems fairly normal for a celebrity to interact with those that are most vocal. I wouldn’t say it’s shallow per say but more of it the majority of what he sees when he’s tagged or mentioned in things. But I do understand why you feel the way you do.

anonymous asked:

ok so this is a genuine question about shipping taako and magnus: does it make u uncomfortable that taako and magnus are played by two brothers? like i can't separate that in my mind..... (i genuinely mean no disrespect, i'm curious about this) thanks!

hmmmm this is a question that taagnus shippers get a lot and honestly, it’s never really bothered me? I don’t really see shipping magnus and taako as that much different than shipping taako and kravitz, especially when you consider that /all/ the characters are played by people who are related. I totally get ppl not being comfortable with it, and I’m not here to force my reasoning down anybodys throat. If anything I post makes anyone uncomfortable don’t feel like you have to keep following me! it’s easy for me to separate fictional characters from reality and make distinctions like that, but I know it’s not as easy for some people (like you! and thats ok!) It certainly doesn’t have to be the ship for everybody, but it is one that’s very enjoyable to me based on character dynamic!