i was deeply in love with

what she says: mac and dennis are deeply in love and they are going to get gay married and coach their kids’ little league team

what you think she means: i don’t understand the point of always sunny and i spend too much time on bizarre out-of-character fluff

what she actually means: i endured a traumatizing childhood in a deeply homophobic home environment and a subsequently traumatizing adolescence in which i was compelled to participate in the norms of heterosexuality and so now, as a young adult, i wake up every morning and pop my daily 150 mg of wellbutrin xl and dream about a future in which my trauma and mental illness and internalized homophobia are less heavy in my life and i may perhaps fall deeply in love and get gay married and coach our kids’ little league team

Happy Birthday, sweet Daniel Mauser. You showed so much courage by simply shoving a chair at somebody that was on a mission to destroy. You deserved better, you deserved opportunity, love, growth, and most of all, life. I know that you’re in a better place, but you are missed deeply here on Earth.
Rest In Peace. 💔

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Lala gives the phone back to her sister and turns away from her. The sun breaks through the clouds, bathing the terrace in a warm morning glow. A breeze flows over the terrace, and it lifts Allison’s perfume into the air. Allie’s perfume was a fragrant scent Lala had grown to love. It was sharp and sweet and cold…all the things that Allison was on the inside. The day was beautiful, her sister was beautiful, and Lala wondered how so much darkness could exist in a world that also held so much beauty.

Lala: I have the worse luck. Falling deeply in love with horrible people.

Allison: You can’t help who you love. But if they hurt you so deeply, then you need to remove them from your life.

Lala: That’s very true. Allie, please give me back my recipes. And my pregnancy test.

Allison gasps. How had she been so stupid as to not put the test back?

Allison stutters: I don’t know what you mean.

  • Sasuke: Don't get deeply involved with the people of this time period
  • MC: I have to live with them for 3 months???
  • Sasuke: I mean...don't fall in love with anyone
  • MC: HAH! FAT CHANCE! NO WAY. Hahaha, Love?! There's no worry of THAT happening. Have you talked to any of these people??
  • Me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

anonymous asked:

When Natasha was teaching little Masha her animals, she would ask her "riddles" about them. (ex. "Now, what animal waddles around and quacks and swims in a pond?" "A duck!") One time, Natasha asked Masha, "Now, what's big and strong and furry and has a big appetite and sleeps very deeply?" Masha beamed innocently and said "Papa!" and pointed to Pierre. Natasha had to end the lesson for the day because she couldn't stop laughing, and Pierre started jokingly calling the kids "his little cubs."

AWWWWWWW I LOVE THAT

anonymous asked:

92 with Marty Scurll? 💜

You knew your house was like home base, being centrally located to the bars of downtown. The 2am phone call and subsequent stumbling bodies through your doorway were par for the course and you barely blinked. 

What did make you blink, was waking up with one deeply asleep Marty Scurll wrapped around you like an overgrown koala. Both arms were banded tightly around your waist, a leg thrown over both of yours, and his face was deeply nuzzled into your neck, facial hair scratching against your skin in a way that was much too interesting for this early in the morning. 

He huffed and grumbled as you shifted in his arms. 

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

anonymous asked:

what's the sad jimon song??

tribulation by matt maeson

here me out

Darling, can’t you see
I’m a broken man
With addictive tendencies
And I think I love you
But I don’t ever think I can
Ever learn how to love just right

So run away from me
Run as far as your
Dark brown eyes can see
Just as soon as you know

That I don’t ever think I can
Ever learn how to love you right

jace has spent his whole life believing that to love is to destroy. he was broken down by the man he thought to be his father and has gotten into a pattern of self destructive behaviour and recently drinking away his problems. but now hes met simon, this beautiful silly man whos flipped his heart inside out and its hurting him because he doesnt now how to love properly. hes scared that his own self destruction will destroy simon too. (also simon has brown eyes so)

Oh and all the ways that you won’t bend
Are the only ways I live my life

no matter how bad things get for simon he would never turn to drinking to solve his problems bc hes seen first hand what addiction can do to a person, but jace doesn’t know how else to deal with his own emotions and turns to alcohol. 

I think I’m better on my own
But I get so lost in you
I think I’m better on my own
But I’m so obsessed with you

but despite all of this, jace is selfish and he cant let simon go bc hes so deprived of love and happiness that no matter how afraid he is he cant go back to feeling alone.

this was really long and im sorry but im having a lot of feelings about this song 

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I’m so glad this long scene has made readers uncomfortable because it made me uncomfortable to write it! I know Lala seems very harsh and cruel, especially since she has been a sweetheart all this time, but I really wanted to be true to Lala and her situation. Remy has lied and cheated and disrespected her for so long and I think the fact that he even went so far as to cheat while she is pregnant was too much for her. She wanted to hurt him as deeply as he hurt her. She also wants to put Steven Brandt behind her, and Remy is not allowing her to heal from it by plotting to kill him. So yeah, all of that caused her to lash out and be cruel and it’s hard for her, because there isn’t anyone she loved more than him. Honestly, I think he deserved every nasty word. Thank you so much for reading this far! lol

What Has It Got In Its Pocketses

There’s a metaphor that occurred to me that sounded familiar enough I wonder if I read it here.

The thing about bisexuality erasure/ straight passing/ privilege that comes at the cost of being one’s whole self reminds me of the One Ring when Bilbo finds it in The Hobbit. It makes him invisible, but it also changes him and brings him more deeply under the influence of an underlying evil.

I’m worried about getting too deeply in the metaphor here, because as much as I love Tolkien, there is some racism inherent in the world-building.

Anyway, Bilbo’s use of the ring is costly. He doesn’t realize the long-term impact, and is even smug about what he thinks is a way to avoid harm. The more he goes down that path, the more he becomes a tool of Sauron, the more he becomes like Golem. It’s not good. But, on the other hand, at the end of book (and the Return of the King) he is 100% less dead than hundreds of rangers and melee fighters who do not have the option of invisibility.

So. Does the ring make Bilbo not a true member of the adventuring party? Is it wrong to use the tools available to you to survive? What if your invisibility isn’t something you choose in every situation?

Being closeted, living with identity erasure, passing as a full member of a privileged group you don’t really belong to … these are rings of invisibility. Using them is risky. It eats your soul. It may be possible to use these tools to weaken the structures that uphold evil, but only to a certain extent, and there is a tremendous cost.

To bring down the structures that put us all in danger, we need partnerships between those with invisibility curses/charms, rangers, fighters, magic users, and everybody else. The whole central mechanism of fascist, white supremacist, misogynist, heteronormative, capitalist control has to be destroyed.

Does this metaphor sound familiar to anyone else? Who should I be giving credit to, other than JRRT?

Title: Who Am I to Say
Author: IvanW
Artist: Kait
Trek Universe: AOS
Pairings: (we know it’s K/S, but specify the combination, and list any secondary pairings) K/S, no secondary 
Rating: Explicit 
Wordcount: 10,388
Warnings: No Warnings Apply
Summary: Months after their mission has ended, Kirk asks Spock, who has been living on New Vulcan, to come to Riverside to assist in repairing the old farmhouse. Spock, who has acknowledged he is deeply in love with Kirk, to himself anyway, agrees, even though he knows little about repairing Terran houses. He hopes to confess his regard.

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anonymous asked:

I have a question. How do you think erik would react if one day he did trust someone enough to take off his mask and wig and show them his face and they said that he was handsome and the stars and he was breath taking (in a good way)??? -bunny

*Inhales deeply* He would cry. And I don’t mean a few tears, I mean he is crying a river and sobbing so hard his screams are silent kind of cry. He is an absolute mess. He grieves for the little child who yearned for love and wanted to be told that he was beautiful no matter what his outside looks like, he cries for the wasted years wallowing in self-loathing and self-hatred thinking his loneliness would never get any better but then, here you are and you love him and you’re crying too because his emotions are just too great. 

At one point he thinks you’re mocking him and he gets angry and then goes to his organ for a few hours and slams something out, but then he comes back to you hesitant, like a deer in headlights and he wants to know if you meant what you said but he also doesn’t want to know because he knows you’ll take it all back and call him a monster. But you don’t and you’re still here and your hands are in his hair and you’re kissing his forehead and he’s crying all over again, grabbing both of your hands and his and kissing them slowly, reverently, his eyes glistening with so many unshed tears and he can’t breathe, it’s too much.

He has a panic attack because he’s feeling so much all at once so you take him to the sofa and you sit down and you read to him and he calms to a slow tears kind of cry and eventually, his breathing settles and so does hs already-weak heart and he falls asleep in your arms. When he wakes he remembers he’s not wearing a mask and he panics but it’s okay because you’re there and you’re reassuring him and he smiles and remembers.

It takes him a while to get used to it, but before the year is out he doesn’t ever wear his mask when he’s around you, in the safety of your shared home. It’s the first day of the rest of your lives together and he’s partially convinced that he died years ago and is in heaven and never realised it. Unbeknown to him, you feel much the same way.


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Young Johnny Depp Imagine

Early mornings aren’t fun but when you are meeting your boyfriend who you love very deeply, you just don’t care what time you have to wake up, even if it is at 6 in the morning. Johnny called you the day and told you to get ready early on the morning, because he had planned something for you and him.

Being do excited to see him, since he was planned to fly to Toronto to film his new movie, you wanted to take every moment you had with him. Even in the early hours of the day.

I’m here X

Johnny sent you a text and you were flying out the doors. When getting don the steps of your apartment building and out the door. Looking around you finally saw him standing on the right. He might have felt you look at him, because he looked up, turned to you, smiling he turned his body fully to you.

“Hey” he said just as you ran yo him and hugged him. “Ready?” he asked, holding your hand and walked down the street.

“Sure, but where are we going?” he smiled down at you and his hands.

“Right here” you turned around the corner and was met with a closed off park. The trees were decorated just like in a tale from a book. Under one of the biggest trees was a picnic. Right when you and Johnny started to date you told him about a dream you had, of having a picnic under a tree just like in all the tales you read as a little girl.

“You remembered?” you looked at him as he led you into the park.

 “How could I know. It was a beautiful dream you had and I’m glad I had a chance to make it come true. I just hope it’s what you wanted.” he walked you under the tree.

“I love it. It’s just as I wanted it. Thank you Johnny” you kissed him. When getting in a relationship with Johnny you never knew it would be like this. You knew how the relationship would be hard since he was working most of the time, but at the same time, he gave you so much. He made your dreams come true of real love and all your silly dreams from kids books. He really was one of a kind.

anonymous asked:

What would you say the 12th house represents in relation to ourselves? Like is it our deepest selves? I used to feel really resistant to my 12th house sign, Cancer, but over time I've come to love Cancer energy so much, I feel it so deeply

Aw I’m glad to hear that.

The 12th house is the unconscious, a part of us that seems hidden. Either we hide it from others or it’s hidden from us. It reminds me in that way of the 7th and 8th houses, as they represent the Other, and the shadow. Qualities that we find/live out through in others or repress. The 12th house, however, isn’t necessarily something we find in others, but a quality we find in solitude.

Honestly it’s a house I need to think on more to understand. I think that’s because it eludes us to a certain degree. It’s a house of dreams, of spirituality, and according to some astrologers, past life karma. I think all of this is a way of saying: it is some part of us that may seem out of reach, and yet, always surrounding and influencing us.

It’s known as the house of undoing. I think it’s called that because it’s like a blind spot, or a sinkhole.. like if something triggers it suddenly our perfectly constructed idea of self falls apart.

The sign in it (and planets) can be the thing we’re unconscious of. Like with Cancer, I’m guessing you were perhaps unconscious (and therefore uncomfortable) with your emotions. The inner infant and mother.. But yes once you bring these things to consciousness you can find wholeness through them..

I think this is different than the 7th and 8th, with the 7th being a sign we’re attracted to, but just wouldn’t identify with (truly it’s a part of ourselves that we love and need to live out). With the 8th, it’s perhaps a sign we’ve consciously hidden, as we consider it taboo. It comes out in deep relationships, where we say, here, can you love this thing I have hidden? It could also be unconscious, I suppose. We don’t always know our shadow self.

The 12th in contrast.. it feels like something we didn’t consciously choose to hide from others. I keep imagining the aura - the part of the soul and self that surrounds us. Even though the 12th is hidden from others, they still subconsciously pick up on it, sometimes surprising us with what they see. Reminds me of mine, Virgo in the 12th. I once commented on here that it was the sign I just don’t understand.. and I had others comment back that I give off a Virgo vibe on my blog.

I think I’m still trying to ‘get’ the 12th, even if I’ve come a long way in ‘getting’ my sign placing of Virgo. So I’m glad you asked! Because now I’m thinking more about it, and about the parts of me that have been revealed to me recently, traveling out of the fog of the unconscious…

But yes I think when we connect to the sign placement / planets there, we connect with wholeness, unity unto ourselves (and in turn with everything), and with our sense of the spiritual.

I’d be curious to hear how the rest of you relate to your 12th house.

Edit: oh and when it comes to it being our deepest selves, I’m not sure about that, I’d personally think of that as the 4th house. But that makes sense with you as your 12th is in Cancer! So it’s related.

i really love genuinely good posts that deconstruct the moral performativity and the flagellation intrinsic to social justice culture on this website but i truly do believe that nine times out of ten those posts are written by disgruntled white bloggers who’re angry at people of color having fun at their expense or rightfully criticizing their deeply ingrained racist beliefs. which just sours what could be a great way to commiserate over shared feelings regarding how ineffective and downright toxic so many facets of sj culture are and can be, smh. 

such as “this site has ruined people’s ability to form their own opinions” - yes, a lot of younger bloggers who are highly impressionable don’t do their own research and instead rely on extremely biased posts with no nuance or historical context whatsoever to formulate their ideologies which is horrifying. but, natalie, are you saying that because you’re concerned about how this leads to stagnant and even abusive politics, or are you saying this because some people of color made fun of your lips and eyebrows because you spewed racist bullshit? the answer to that question informs my perspective on these posts. 

anonymous asked:

I feel so bad for Lala, I can only imagine what she's going through and how much she's hurting, but I am happy she's stood up for herself instead of letting Allison push her around. I hope she does the same with Remy.

Lala has had it very tough, most of the people who were supposed to love her have deeply hurt her or manipulated her. I think she’s finally learning that she will have to love herself first or she will always be victim to people who take her kindness and abuse it.

I’m still no over it

Can we talk about Yondu asking Peter if Mary Poppins was a cool guy, his face.. and his happy face when Peter told him.. yeah, he is. Yondu loved Peter so deeply, he was his father, his daddy… blood does not make family. Yondu was his real daddy and he was so proud of Pete… and I still cry about Yondu sacrificing his life for his son… and hell, his face… so proud while looking at Pete’s face..

Father and son

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