i really don't know what is wrong with me

  • me: *plays a game literally all day everyday for weeks*
  • me: *realizes how much time of my life i'm wasting*
  • me: ok i'll be Productive™ after i beat the game
  • me: -finishes-
  • me: what can i play next

northern downpour // panic! at the disco

breaking dog blog news

catch me buying birch odor on the internet, ‘cause ya girl is taking a nosework class with the one, the only, the ultimate Monsieur Cha Cha

we already know what that booty do – now let’s see what that schnoz is capable of

Recognizing that The Narrative has forgiven something does not mean you personally forgive or excuse it.

i wonder if Even knew. like for me, before i have a breakdown of some sort, I know it’s coming. the day just feels off and wrong. so what if Even knew, and yet since he loves Isak (bc he does) he wanted to make their last night perfect, because Even thinks Isak will leave him now. He thinks it’s his last night with the man of his life.

i really just hope they talk it out. my poor Even… i know what it’s like after people see the parts of you you’d rather hide, and facing them can be hard. i’m sorry i just have a lot of feelings about this clip.

“I loved her, more than I thought I could love somebody else.” - Stefan Salvatore about Elena Gilbert. 

And you guys are telling me that Steroline is endgame and trying to persuade me that Stefan really loves Caroline, that he’s always loved her. Bitch Where? ‘Cause last I checked he swerved Caroline and went straight for Elena so I still don’t get where you guys are getting this mess from. 

Oh, and one last thing, Stefan loved Elena more than he could ever love anyone else. Let that sink in. Let it marinate. Let it be K N O W N that Elena is Stefan’s one true love. 

(Unhealthy) ESTPs vs INFPs
  • ESTP: BUT MOOOM I'M LIK 18 DATS OLD ENUF 2 420 BLAZE IT AND GET DRUNK AND I'M SUPAH MATURE ANYWAY
  • ESTP's Mother: You're literally 12
  • INFP: YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO ORDER MY OWN FOOD?! AND ON TOP OF THAT TAKE THE BUS HOME BY MYSELF???!!! AND STOP WATCHING BARBIE: LIFE IN THE FUDGING DREAMHOUSE??!!!??! WHAT THE ACTUAL CUPCAKE IS WRONG WITH YOU? I'M LITERALLY LIKE FIVE OMG I'M LEAVING GOODBYE ANTI-CHRIST.
  • INFP's Mother: INFP.
  • INFP's Mother: You're turning 17 next month.

Alright, so in City of Heavenly Fire, since Jace has his magic fire powers he and Clary can’t do anything because he’s afraid of hurting her. I wonder if during that time, Jace is probably really horny, he shrugs thinking “What could possibly go wrong?” and then starts masturbating.

Then the sheets and blankets are on fire and all you hear is:

“Alec! My bedding is on fire!”

“How’d you do that?”

“…I don’t want to talk about it, it’s been really lonely without Clary—JUST HELP ME PUT THIS OUT!”

“By the Angel…”

Can’t wait to see Lila talking bad about Ladybug, and Chloe freaking walking right up to Lila and being like “Excuse me?! What did you say?!”

I want Marinette to be a witness.

*googles why the internet’s not working*

My supervisor started working with us on the line (we’re cooks) and he continuously makes back handed remarks and comments about all the things we are doing wrong.
It is going to kill me. I want to quit so bad but I can’t.
This is the worst thing for someone like me.
My anxiety and depression and self hate are just through the roof.

anonymous asked:

Any thoughts or headcanons on a yandere!Mettaton??

I love the idea of Yandere!MTT! Er, I actually wrote a short fanfiction about this, if you don’t mind. Let me know if you’d prefer a normal bullet list, but I thought about the story and just couldn’t stop thinking about it until I wrote it down. Prepare for a long post!

~His Doll~

“What’s wrong, darling?” he asked you, sitting you down on an armchair. “You look so tense. Let me give you a massage, you’ll feel better afterwards.” He gently began to rub your shoulders and back, firmly, but not enough to hurt you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You gulped, but… no, you had to do this. “Actually, there is something wrong. Er, someone, really.”

Mettaton’s eyes darkened as his hands fell to his side as fists. “Who?” he asked.

“You.”

“Huh?” He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. “Darling, what do you mean by that?”

“It’s just… you’re crazy, okay? You really are. You’re so possessive and… it’s like you’re addicted to me. I can’t handle that Mettaton, I’m sorry.” You stood up and walked over to the coat rack to collect your jacket. “I’ll come by tomorrow to get my things.”

“So what you’re saying is,” began Mettaton. “You’re breaking up with me. You nodded.

“I had a feeling that this would happen,” he said. After a few seconds of silence, he began to chuckle. “Oh my, darling. You really don’t get it, do you?”

You barely had time to react before a pink stiletto was forced into your stomach, sending you sprawling. You were lying on your back, dazed, as he walked over to you, a dark shadow over your body. You could see him pull out something metallic from behind him.

“I’ve done everything for you, and this is how you repay me? Tut tut,” he said, clicking his tongue before revving up his chainsaw. “Tell me that you’re acting. I’ll believe you if you told me that. I’ll act like none of this ever~ happened.” Your eyes widened, but you shook your head. His smile grew even bigger. “Well, if you insist, darling.” He brought the chainsaw over his head.

And swung down.

•••

Mettaton hummed a little tune from one of his shows as he worked, putting the final pieces on his masterpiece. At last, it was time for the real showstopper. He pulled out your soul from within his cabinet, preserved in a mason jar. Gently, he slid it into the little compartment and shut it tightly. He didn’t want you to try and escape again, now did he?

“Can you hear me, darling?” he whispered. Your eyes fluttered open as you found yourself tied down to a lab table, in an unfamiliar body. You wanted to panic, to move, to do anything, but you were frozen. The only thing you could do was look at Mettaton in terror and curiosity.

“It was quite easy to do this for you, my doll,” he said. “I had some help from Doctor Alphys. I didn’t tell her the truth, obviously, but you know what they say about actors, don’t you. We’re excellent liars.”

He pulled out some sort of touch screen remote, and smiled at you menacingly. “Now we can be together forever. Isn’t that great, love? Isn’t that wonderful, my doll?”

But you couldn’t scream. You couldn’t do anything but watch in sheer terror as he made you his puppet. His doll.

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Man I wish I knew a good way to reply to all of these on mobile. Gonna do it this way to tag it. Hope that’s ok.

My taste in music is all over the place. I like pretty much bits of everything. I listen to pretty much anything I can just hear on the radio, but also some 80s rock, and I like dubstep and electro swing, of I come across it. Also I flippin love owl city!! And train, adele, some maroon 5, twenty one pilots, and a few songs from a bunch of other people. I’m pretty much open to a lot of different kinds of music, but the kind those people usually do is a good example. Its kinda hard to explain, so I’d have to just listen to it.

Also I’m flippin glad someone thought of fireflies because that was kinda supposed to be a joke, and I could have actually wrote lol or something to make that more clear. Sorry bout that.

I know im gonna sound like I’m defending them and i’m not. God i feel so betrayed. I’m still crying tbh. But listen to me.
Why ACD wrote ‘The Final Problem’? Really, remember, why? Because he couldn’t tell the story he wanted. He killed Sherlock (Holmes) because of that.
What if Mofftiss went through the same situation? Because really guys, it doesn’t make sense. TAB speak for itself. So maybe, just maybe, that’s the reason why they made so many mistakes. So many plot’s holes. That’s why they made a wrong final problem. This isn’t even about Johnlock anymore. The plot is just bad, wrong, inconsistent.

Or maybe i loved Sherlock and Mofftiss for so long that i can’t think wrong about them. But it really doesn’t make sense.