i tried god dammit

I know I can’t tell myself to get over you. That’s not how it works, I’ve tried. But god dammit, I am so tired of loving you when you don’t love me back. I’m only hurting myself and I know I have to, need to, stop. But how? You were perfect, are still perfect. And even though you broke my heart, I still love you. I guess that’s the problem though. You’re still perfect, just not for me.

Gellert Grindlewald was a brilliant and charismatic Nordic wizard in his mid 40′s/50′s, and they thought Johnny Depp instead of the obvious choice…???

anonymous asked:

Dense Dipper and a persistent Bill? And jealousy on Bill's part of another character (probably Tad but he's Mabel's) who's way too close with Dipper for comfort.

Roundabout flirting was Bill’s specialty. The obvious stuff he was great at too, but he preferred subtlety when allowed it. Unfortunately, a space invading guy at the park was making him have to break away from that for his Pine Tree.

The guy had his arm casually draped over the part of the bench Dipper sat on, acting as if he wasn’t in the brunet’s personal space.

Bill would have to swoop in to save his Pine Tree in distress, even if he was too dense to see that Bill was his demon in shining armor. He had been trying to use his gentle flirting to win Dipper over for a while since the one time he used obvious flirting it ended with the brunet yelling at him about bringing fresh organs into the house, but it didn’t seem to be working either.

Maybe a bold move like saving him from the guy would prove to Pine Tree that Bill wanted to court him.

“So, what kind of movies do you like?” the stranger asked.

Dipper shifted in the seat, his discomfort around the other man obvious. “Uh, sci-fi movies are always good, I guess. You?”

The man inched closer, pushing Bill’s anger over the edge. He had to pull Dipper away to go get a snow cone or something, anything to get the guy to stop touching his Pine Tree.

“Hey, Pine Tree!” Bill ran over to Dipper, not missing how the brunet’s eyes lit up. “Snow cones, my treat. Wanna come?”

He nodded eagerly, slipping out from under the guy’s arm. “S-sorry, I gotta go. It was nice chatting with you!”

As soon as he was standing, Bill grabbed Dipper’s hand and started to pull him away. The further they were from anyone who thought they could touch Pine Tree, the better.

“Thanks, I was starting to worry he was going to ask for my number or something,” Dipper laughed.

Usually, Bill would talk himself up and boast, but he decided a mix of both subtle and obvious flirting would be best since either extreme didn’t seem to be working for him.

“Ah, no problem, Pine Tree. What flavor do you want?” Bill had led them to the snow cone stand, motioning to the small menu next to the window.

“O-oh, you don’t actually have to get me one.” He smiled and lightly smacked Bill’s arm, the action making the demon crinkle his nose at him.

Why did he have to be so cute? “But I want to, so pick a flavor.” Again he gestured at the menu, waiting for Dipper to pick.

“Hmm…Tiger’s blood.”

“Great choice! I’ll have the same,” he said to the teenager in the stand. He handed over the cash then waited patiently for their frozen treats, trying his best not to stare at Dipper’s heat-flushed cheeks.

The two collected their snow cones then walked in the opposite direction of the bench, instead heading for a table under some shade.

“Thanks, Bill. That was…nice of you.” He narrowed his eyes at the demon. “Don’t tell me, you want something in return, don’t you?”

Bill rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his snack before speaking. “Not at all! Can’t a demon do something nice for someone he likes?”

An unimpressed look spread across Dipper’s face. “No, you can’t. You’re you. You do nice stuff for people then say you like them so you can get something out of them.”

“Wow,” Bill drawled. “I manipulate thousands of people and try to take over the world once, and this is how you see me? I’m offended, Pine Tree.”

Dipper laughed and shook his head. “All I’m saying is, you usually never do things for free.”

“Oh?” Bill raised a brow. “Maybe not for everyone else, but think for a minute. Have I ever made you give me things in return?”

The brunet took a bite of his treat and thought for a moment while he rolled the ice around in his mouth. “No, I don’t think so… But maybe that’s because you’ve been waiting to make me pay you back with one big thing.”

“For fu- Dipper, c’mon you’re a smart guy, why would someone do especially nice things for one person and not ever ask for anything in return?” He rested his head on his head, giving Dipper his best “you have to be kidding me” look.

Still clearly confused, Dipper just shrugged. “You’re…trying to prove you’re nice now? Bill, we know you’re not going to kill us, we’re-”

“Pine Tree, I like you,” he interrupted with a sigh. “Like, I want to date you and possibly do sexy time stuff with you. Y’know if you’re into that. I’ve been trying to flirt with you for months but you’re just so…oblivious.”

“Oh,” Dipper blanched. “Uhm. Oh.” He hid his reddening face behind the snow cone while he babbled. “I-I don’t know what to say,” he squeaked out.

Bill laughed and lightly pushed the cone out of his face. “Yes or no? Wanna be the only person on my ‘do no kill list’? Er- boyfriend? Same thing.”

Dipper’s face had become as red as it could get, almost making it look like he was about to pass out. “Y-yes. I’d like that,” he said almost too quietly.

“Great choice, kid!” He reached over and tapped Dipper on the nose, trying to hide how ecstatic he was that his flirting had finally paid off. “Now finish your cone and let’s go home and announce it to the fam. I’m sure they’re going to love this!”

Looking At You (Part Two)

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“Tony.”

“God dammit.” Tony couldn’t stop himself from recoiling when he flipped on the lights to the lab and saw the soldier sitting by his desk. “You can’t just come in here. This is my lab. What are you even doing in here?”

“Sorry about that.” Bucky apologized. “I was hoping you could take another look at my arm.” He lifted the heavy limb. “It just doesn’t work like it’s supposed to and I know you are better at this sort of thing than Banner is. I’d really appreciate it.”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “No. I can’t. You need to leave. I’m sorry but you need to leave. I’ll call Banner for you or something, OK I’m sorry but please just leave.”

“You don’t have to be sorry all the time.” Bucky said then, and Tony crossed his arms.

“Is that so?” He retorted, but his voice was shaky and he hated that.

“It’s okay to not be alright all the time, Tony.”

Tony looked away, folding his arms tighter across his chest. “I’m fine. I’m always fine.”

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anonymous asked:

GOD DAMMIT IM SORRY I TRIED TO ASK ANONYMOUSLY AND I HIT SEND FUCK. Anyway to add on I was just wondering what your fav merthur moments are and any gifs to go along :))

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY SIT DOWN ANON HAVE I GOT SOME THINGS TO TELL YOU

(I had a hard time finding gifs so imma use pictures if that’s ok)

So, in no particular order other than chronological…

1. 1x04 : The Poisoned Chalice

Behold, the scene that first made me fall in love with Merthur. There lies Merlin, unconscious and dying, and STILL telling Arthur “Go. Save yourself.” And Arthur, in the proper Arthur fashion, promptly ignores him and tries to save Merlin’s life anyway, guided by the light of their love (you know its true don’t even lie).

2. 1x10: The Moment of Truth

“It’s been an honor.”

In which Arthur finally gives Merlin some long-overdue genuine mutual respect and Merlin is an adorable ball of nervousness :D

3. 2x06 Beauty and the Beast Part 2

Remember when they “no-homo-ed” so hard that it was hysterical

4. 2x09 : The Lady of the Lake

Featuring Arthur having no idea how to comfort the bae which leads to these fucking shenanigans ^^^ gross

5. 3x13 : The Coming of Arthur Part 2

I love how this scene showed the difference between Arthur’s relationship with Merlin vs everyone else. They both joke in this very serious scene because they both just KNOW that Merlin isn’t going to be leaving Arthur’s side no matter what.

6. 4x06 : A Servant of Two Masters

Ok I had to go back and edit this one in because JFC THIS ONE MIGHT JUST BE MY FAVORITE. I mean, I’m a fan of Merlin whump anyway, but Arthur not even CONSIDERING for a SECOND leaving Merlin behind. Merlin not even hesitating to separate Arthur, his ONLY HOPE OF SURVIVING, from both himself and their current danger. THE WAY. ARTHUR. SCREAMS. MERLIN’S. NAME. AS SOON. AS. HE. SEES. THE. ROCKS. FALLING.

yeah. that.

7. 4x13 : The Sword in the Stone Part 2

Ok listen tf up here. Merlin CREATED this sword FOR Arthur years ago. He placed it in this very stone. For this moment right here. For when Arthur lost faith in himself. Merlin SINGLE-HANDEDLY restored that faith with a bit of magic and a made-up story. Just so that Arthur could fulfill his destiny. And Merlin is there behind him the whole time, telling him to have faith, to believe in himself, that he is the greatest king Albion will ever know. And Arthur believes him. And he becomes that king, all because Merlin says he can. In this. Fucking. Scene.

8. 5x05 : The Disir

OMFG LET ME TELL YOU WHY THIS SCENE WRECKED ME EVEN MORE THAN 5X13 DID. Because in this scene, when Arthur asks for Merlin’s advice, Merlin knows that Arthur trusts Merlin enough that he will take his advice. And Merlin has to decide, right here. Between himself and Arthur. Between Mordred and Arthur. Between his own kin and Arthur. Between magic itself and Arthur. Between his OWN DESTINY AND ARTHUR. And you know what he chooses? HE. CHOOSES. ARTHUR. GDI.

9. 5x13 Diamond of the Day Part 2

Well, there’s a reason why its possibly the most quoted line in the show. And that’s cuz its fucking beautiful.

10. 5x13 : Diamond of the Day Part 2

The entire fucking show revolved around this. Around Merlin saving the day and never getting thanked for it. So let me just tell you. When Arthur said these words. His final words. I fucking cried it was so beautiful. Arthur finally realizing everything Merlin had done for him. And forcing himself to thank Merlin with his final breath. It just… its so.. jesus Christ I need to lie down this was an emotional workout…

Always You // Bo Oneshot

Idea // You and Bo are both comedians, and during one of your shows, you make jokes about him. The audience loves it, but Bo doesn’t. Once you get back to the hotel, Bo blows up on you. You and him have a huge fight, which leads to you and him breaking up. But soon you and him get back together because you can’t live without each other.

Rating  // R (profanity and smut)

Disclaimer // I had to change one thing: instead of going back to their hotel, they go back to their house. It’s nothing personal; it was just the way I envisioned it, it was their house and it made it more sensual that way. Also, another anon requested to add smut, so I added that.

He didn’t speak to me the entire drive home. I felt the tension dripping off of him from the moment I walked off the stage tonight, and he hasn’t said a word to me since. I stared blankly ahead at the road, afraid to meddle with his sudden resentful mood, though I did have an idea where he got it from.

It did occur to me I had gone too far tonight, but when I’m on stage the words just seem to flow out without consulting with me first. And once I get the reaction I want from the audience, I try to take it as far as I can, which is something Bo is very familiar with. The crowd loved my stories and jokes, but he, on the other hand, did not.

On any other night, Bo would greet me back in my dressing room with a kiss, telling me what a great job I did. Tonight, he stood outside the doors, car keys in hand and eyes plastered to the ground. It was clear to me then that I had gone too far this time.

Maybe I shouldn’t have joked about his height, yes. Maybe I shouldn’t have made fun of the fact Zach Stone got cancelled, probably. But it wasn’t like he didn’t poke jokes at me when he performed. Just a month before, he told the audience a story of me wobbling around everywhere when I had to wear a boot after I broke my ankle. He even demonstrated it to the audience, but did I say anything? Yeah, I told him he’ll end up breaking his ankle and have to wobble around in a boot and be made fun of, but I at least didn’t ignore him like he was with me now.

I figured once he went to bed, slept it off, he’d be back to his old self in the morning. I also knew he was tired and stressed due to his upcoming tour, so I could understand why he’d take tonight a little personal. We all have those days where nothing is funny.

We pulled into the driveway and he immediately turned off the ignition and exited the car before I could say a word. I followed him inside and once I shut the door behind me, he harshly spun around and I was greeted by a pair of piercing blue eyes.

“What the fuck was that?” He snapped, throwing a hand in the air for dramatic effect.

I took a step back, surprised by his sudden outburst. I went to open my mouth but nothing came out. At this point I had no idea what to say other than I was sorry.

“I, uh—” I stammered, fiddling with my hands. I couldn’t form the words I wanted, and the only thing I could think of was how stupid I was for hurting him to get the audience to laugh for five seconds. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you—”

“You don’t see me belittling you when I’m on stage.”

“Last week you made fun of me for looking like Sasha Grey.” I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. He couldn’t get mad at me for what I said when he does the same thing to me, but I try to not take it personal because I know he doesn’t truly mean it.

“It wasn’t making fun—” He demanded, lowering his voice.

“When you start to make sex jokes and get the audience in on it, yeah, it’s not going to make me feel great.”

“I wasn’t the one making the sex jokes—”

“You always tell them to shut up, but the one time I’m actually embarrassed and you talk about our sex life with them, in front of hundreds of people, you provoke them more! That’s not something that should be discussed—”

“I’m done,” he muttered as I watched him grab his keys from the coffee table. I reached my arm out to him but he shrugged me off, and began to walk to the door.

“Bo, don’t—” I cried out, chasing after him. My heart pounded and I felt like my legs were going to give out.

He was halfway out the door before he turned to me, and without even looking at me, he said, “I knew this wouldn’t work out,” and he closed the door behind him.

I expected him to come back, to waltz back in like he had been fucking with me the entire time but the longer I stood there in the entryway I knew he wasn’t coming back. I grabbed the vase that sat on our end table and chucked it at the door, watching as the pieces scattered across the linoleum tiling.

An hour passed, and the sudden realization that this could possibly be the end finally entered my mind. This didn’t feel like a stupid fight that we would pretend never happened. He actually left.

I pulled out my phone and dialed his number—voicemail each time. I left him several messages, most of which were incoherent through my heavy sobbing. I finally gave up after the ninth call, and decided I should just go to bed.

I walked into our closet, pulling out one of his hoodies and quickly threw it on, taking in his scent. I felt my eyes well up again, but I ignored it as I laid on his side of the bed, checking my phone once more before going to sleep. I knew I was going to do everything in my power to win him back.

//

The next morning I woke up to an aroma of bacon wafting in the air. My hand grazed Bo’s side of the bed that went untouched overnight. I shot my eyes open, remembering the night before and him walking out. All the memories flooded back and I was left with a crushing amount of guilt.

The smell became more pungent and quickly sat up, realizing that he might have come back while I was sleeping. Still in his hoodie, I rushed down the stairs to find Bo, still in the clothes from the night before, huddled over the stove, flipping bacon. I admired him from afar—his hair a mess but somehow it always seemed to work for him. That’s something I was always envious about him; he didn’t have to try to look good. He always told me the same thing but I never believed him. Maybe he never believed me when I told him the same thing.

I choked back tears, wanting to walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his stomach and just hold him for the rest of the day. But I didn’t know if I was in the clear just yet.

I looked over at the foyer to see the broken vase had been cleaned up as well.

He turned around setting two plates down on the breakfast bar and finally caught sight of me standing on the bottom step.

“Good morning,” he said, giving me a weary smile before turning back around to grab two cups from the cabinet. “I made breakfast—hope you don’t mind.”

Why would I mind? I thought to myself. I took a seat down at the bar and watched as he poured orange juice into the glasses and set them in front of me. Bo was a good cook; not the best but if he followed instructions and didn’t experiment, his food was edible.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” he muttered, his back still turned to me. I could hear the anguish in his voice as he shot around and pulled me up from my seat, pressing me hard against his chest. “I didn’t mean it, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered back, pulling my arms around his waist to hold him tighter.

“And I’m sorry I compared you to a porn star, because we both know who would be better in bed.” I could feel the smile that was forming on his face. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, Bo is back to his old self.

“Bo, she’s a porn star; it would be her.”

“You don’t know that,” he whispered back, kissing the top of my head before squeezing my butt, and walking back over to the stove.

“Yeah, I do. Porn stars are like the trained athletes of sex.”

Bo shot around and gave me a provocative look, spatula in hand. I wonder what it would be like if he spanked me with that. Fuck, Y/N, stop.

“Y/N, do not make me come over there and spank you with this…” God dammit.

I tried my hardest to keep a straight face as I folded my arms across my stomach, cocking my head slightly, and narrowing my eyes to him I said, “Well fucking do it.”

In a swift motion, he stopped everything he was doing and chased after me, spatula still in his hand. I booked it to the living room, screaming, as I felt him close in on me. Once I knew I couldn’t run any farther, he grabbed my hand, pulling me around to face him, and kissed me hard. I had missed this so much.

He deepened the kiss, dropping the spatula on the ground and began tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I did the same to him, biting his lip. I could feel his growing erection against me, so I knew he wanted this as much as I did.

I removed his shirt, kissing up and down his chest as he began to unbutton my jeans. I sucked on his flesh, which I knew was a weak spot for him. He quickly removed his hoodie from me, leaving me exposed in only my bra and jeans.

“You look beautiful,” he said, gracing his hand on my cheek. He removed a piece of stray hair from my eye and casually started to back me up until I felt the couch on the back of my thighs. I fell back over the armrest and he joined himself on top of me, removing the rest of my jeans and underwear.  

He didn’t skip a beat by removing his jeans, leaving us both exposed.

Bo crawled back on top, grinding against me, rubbing his already rock hard member against my spot. He smiled, knowing what he was putting me through. I bit my lip, raising me hips up at him.

“I want you so much,” I said at almost a whisper, rubbing my hands up and down his arms. Bo leaned down to kiss me, slowly entering him inside me. I let out a moan, digging my nails into his forearm. I had missed this so much.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, picking up his pace. Our moans grew louder in unison with every thrust. He slid one hand down in between my legs and began to rub my clit, which sent me over the edge. I started to feel my face grow numb and lips get tingly. That’s when I knew I had hit my limit.

He continued to push me farther and farther, until I screamed out his name, reaching my orgasm. Bo smiled down at me, seeming pleased with himself. He finished not long after me, releasing his orgasm on my stomach.

I laid there breathless, as he began to retrieve our clothes. I sat up on my elbows, watching him put his boxers back on. He turned to me with a half-smile and said, “I think breakfast got cold.”

Hood Rich - Pink Guy, GETTER, Nick Colletti

[Intro: Pink Guy]
(Yeah) X4
Y'all know what it is
You know what the fuck it is

[Verse 1: Pink Guy]
I just fucked a bitch with another bitch
Put a knife to her throat and I took her shit
Motherfuckers wanna get lit with the pink
But I tell her mgotta let me put the finger in the stink’
I’m all about the zinc and the copper
I only do feds no coppers
Labels trying to hit me with the “Go go”
I'mma have to say “No no”
I'mma have to hit them with the low blow, ya ya
Money on the phone but I’m broke
I only take bars and the ganj, no dope
I just love pussy not the girl that it’s attached to
Shit smell like tuna and the cat food
I don’t even want to see her face just give me dome
Oh my lord, I'mma have to run like Google Chrome
Why you always got to say that mean shit?
‘Cause I’m a pink cunt, it don’t mean shit

[Interlude: Getter]
Man, Pink guy’s a little bitch mane
Just getting it up

[Getter]
Aye aye aye
It’s motherfucking Getter bitch
Yaddadamean
I’m the human fucking green screen
With the ?
Never wrapped my willy but I let her
Chase my dick down
Have her eat it with some pepper
I said fuck school and I dipped quick
'Cause they fucked my shit
Caught me sucking dicks in the bathroom with a bitch
But detention was lit, oh shit
Remember Miss Baker with the fat ass tits?
And the fat ass lips with the banging ass hips
Make her grab you by the dick
Rip her bit in two
Make her wonder why she didn’t pass you
By putting your piece in the poop shoot
Dude, just kidding
I’m just an EDM dude on cam with the pink man and Colletti
Shoot a dude, confetti
Only skinny Betties
Now I’m looking for the ? in an Audi ?

[Verse 3: Nick Colletti]
Viner of the month
Always smoking blunts
Always on Twitter
If she bad she know I’m fucking with her
I’m from the 'Burg, I’m in Cali though
Got kush cold cunt in my bungalow
Don’t dress myself, had your bitch do it
Don’t stress too much, ain’t a thing to it
Yo I’m 22 and I’m hood rich
Date a church girl, she a good bitch
She a psych major, that’s good head
When she bring her friend I fuck her friend instead
I’m in Malibu eating rich cunt
Fuck bongs bro, we smoke big blunts
And that’s all day and we cashing out

[Outro: Yelling]
You don’t know shit about Pink Guy!
You don’t know shit about Getter!
You don’t know shit about Nick Colletti!
Get off Vine!
Get of Twitter!
Get off Youtube!
You stupid bitch!
You stupid fucking bitch!
God dammit (echoes till fade out)

[SUMMARY: John is trying to solve a case of mysterious murders of certain women, when he comes across you…the next victim.]

Note: this is my first John Winchester imagine…I don’t know, please let me know if you guys like it and if you would like another part.
Thanks for reading..:)
This story includes a little bit of Sam&Dean.

Smut/Fluff/Drama

John and Ava.

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We all suffered this abuse, often willingly.

Every child hates general conference. Every teen hates general conference. Somewhere along the line, I should have started liking it, and I know I tried to pretend, but god dammit that shit is awful.

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Episode S4E10: Pepper Spray General Conference (from Season 4: Going Off The Rails)

Andy: Still better than general conference

A very basic summary of Xena: Warrior Princess:

Xena: I done goofed fml better do good things.
Gabrielle: I'ma follow you lol
Callisto: Fuck you Xena! (repeat 4000 times throughout the series)
Xena: Gabrielle! (repeat 4000 times throughout the series)
Gabrielle: Xena! (repeat 4000 times throughout the series)
Aries: Join me Xena! Be evil again and shit.
Xena: No fuck off. *kisses Gabrielle many times*
Gabrielle: Oh shit I’m pregs fml. *gives birth 5 mins later* this my baby I love her.
Xena: *suspiciously raises eyebrow*
Hope: I’m evil!
Gabrielle: No you’re not…
Hope: Yes I am!
Solan: *dies*
Hope: Told you lol.
Xena: God dammit Gabrielle! *tries to kill bae*
*musical number*
Xena and Gabrielle: Okay all is forgiven.
Everyone: Let’s dance!
Joxer: *comic relief*
Eli: Fighting is bad.
Gabrielle: I'ma stop fighting.
Xena: *gets back injured*
Gabrielle: I'ma kill all ya’ll motherfukas.
Xena: I love you Gabrielle! (repeat 5000000 times throughout series)
Gabrielle: I love you Xena! (repeat 5000000 times throughout series)
Xena and Gabrielle: *die Jesus style*
*angel battles in the afterlife*
Xena and Gabrielle: lol we’re alive again, nice!
Callisto: To amend for all the suffering I’ve caused, I'ma knock Xena up without asking first lol that’ll fix everything.
Xena: *discovers she’s pregnant* this can’t possibly be bad; nothing at all like that shit with Hope.
Gods: We need to kill that baby yo.
Xena: Fuck off *fakes death of herself, Gabrielle and baby Eve*
Aries:*accidently freezes Xena and Gabrielle for 25 years* I love you Xena.
Xena: I love Gabrielle….
Eve: I’m evil!
Xena: Eve no!
Eve: Now I’m good!
*Xena, Gabrielle and Aries share a bed on a farm and are all half naked for some reason*
Xena: I have to die but you can bring me back! *dies in a way that will later connect her to Mami Tomoe and P'li* Just let me fight soul stealing dude
*lots and lots of literally gay stuff*
Gabrielle: *does everything to bring Xena back*
Xena: *Stops evil soul dude* Can’t come back lol gotta stay dead for souls to be free soz.
Gabrielle: Aw shit son…
*Ghost Xena and Gabrielle literally end the series with bitter sweet feels sailing on a ship! A fucking ship!*