i was going to say what this reminds me of

Emergent

When I’m not digging at my cuticle under the table

When I’m not editing my words in my head before I say them

When I forget to drink a glass of water for every glass of wine

When I dip my shrimp in Tabasco and ask for your water

When I laugh too loudly at my own story, joined by the table

When the server and I have a sitcom shtick going on

When I can’t recall what I was just talking about

When I fall asleep on your shoulder on the way home

When I’m wide awake in bed, giggling, remembering what you said

When you draw me out and remind me how life can be…

anonymous asked:

Most embarrassing moment?

Last year, when I went to see my dentist, I was catching up with her and letting her know what I’ve been up to in terms of education. I reminded her I actually went to elementary school with her son and that I used to have a bit of a crush on him.

She then informed me that he was there that day, helping out because he’s currently going to dentistry school. Keep in mind, I’m getting my teeth cleaned and I’m wearing some nerdy goggles because eye protection is neat. So she calls him into the room, we say an incredibly awkward hello. I’m covered in my own spit, he actually doesn’t recognize me, and I want to die.

Spence's Nightmare

Spencer’s dream of the girl doing her creepy dance must have been a creepy version of a memory from long ago…

If you remember, Spence saw the little girl in her dream again when Hanna and she went to Radley and Spence finds the creepy girl on the picture on the wall right before they enter the same room from Spence’s dream.

What I conclude from this is that as a young girl Spencer would go to Radley to meet someone in the childrens ward. A childhood friend??? or maybe she was admitted into childrens ward early in age. She probably remembers seeing that picture on the wall as she would walk through the halls of radley as a youngin.

Idk if what im saying is true but what I’m ultimately proposing is that somehow she had a memory of being there. And this reminds me of Season 5 finale when Charles was very much close to Spencer in his soul room and she said she remembers something about him….like he was a pen pal or even a child hood friend.

They could have been in Radley together as children!!

This would mean that probably her parents know about Charles DiLaurentis as well!! Even bettter….Melissa Hastings prob knew Charles?? Which is why we havent seen them so far in the episodes…maybe the writers are saving them up to provide us with info later! The only cons of my theory are:

…. 1: the age difference of Spencer and Charles.

2: How the heck is A a girl? Cuz in the soul room and even the faux prom scene in the dollhouse, A totally looked like a guy 😐😕 im confuzzled.

anonymous asked:

Tayler pls help :( how do I get over an ex? We dated for 5 years and he dumped me 6 months ago but I'm still sad about it.

Delete all your pictures of him, you two together, anything that reminds you of him. Throw away all those little notes,stupid presents, all that little stuff that you look at and say to yourself “fuck”. Make a valiant effort to get out of the house…hangout with people, go to a bar..make sure that you delete his number so the drunk calls or texts are avoidable but meet new people, talk to cute boys. Take the time to reflect on what you’ve learned and apply it. Don’t rush into a relationship right after, and understand it takes time…especially a 5 year relationship like that is a big part of your life. Understand it’s ok to break down from time to time if you have too….but most important of all is understand time heals all wounds and there will be a day when you wake up and you go “fuck you, I’m free”

The sheer number of queer people that I’ve seen say johnlock being canon would mean so much to them is overwhelming. Yet people choose to spend their days not only shitting on the very real probability that it will be actualised and help a lot of people feel more secure and happy in their own sexuality because of that. But no, it’s the whiny johnlock shippers who are the problem.

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Vaas, by MissSinisterCosplay

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Look…. listen…. listen Linda…. Over the last few weeks or so there’s been so many body positive/appreciation hash tags going on the Twitters. It’s been really inspiring to see so many women, small or large, talk about how they’ve came to terms with their bodies and how they love them regardless of their tummies, pockets of fat, and stretch marks. Me accepting my body hasn’t been the easiest thing to do. There have been times, plenty of them, where I hated it and wanted to be thinner. I STILL have these moments. These are the pictures I keep on hand to remind me that regardless of what the scale says I’m BAD AS FUCK. Self-love is a journey man. And every single day I’m learning to love me a little more. It’s rare that I see girls like me doing something like this. Maybe I figure it would inspire someone or some shit. But here I am. Belly on fleek, my huge thighs all in ya face, my rolls saying hello, and my big ole arms. Hashtag: throwafilteronitandmakethatshit artsy. Hashtag: Underwearcoveringthatfupathough. Hashtag: Donttalkaboutmyroombro

Nine O’Clock

Requested

Warning: the reader has a mini make-out session with Isaac

“Okay, you’ve never had the best choice in guys, but… Isaac? Really?” Stiles gave me a confused look as he unwrapped his sandwich. “I mean, I’m not saying that I have anything against the guy, really, aside from the fact that he’s a werewolf, but…”

           “I’m a werewolf too, Stiles.” I reminded him as I bit into my apple.

           Stiles nodded, pursing his lips. “Believe me, I know. And you’re a Hale. If those two things don’t guarantee that you can take care of yourself, I don’t know what would.”

           Laughing, I unscrewed my water bottle cap. “So what are you so worried about then? It’s a movie date at Scott’s house. What could possibly go wrong?”

           From the look Stiles gave me, it was apparent that he didn’t want to discuss the possibilities. “Look, all I’m saying is that I want you to be careful.” His dark eyes stared into mine with a kind of seriousness I had never seen Stiles portray. “You’re really important to me, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

           “That’s nice Stiles.” I smiled at him. “But nothing is going to happen to me.”

           “You’re right.” He nodded, taking another bite of his sandwich. “It’s not you getting hurt that I have to worry about. It’s how bad Derek is going to beat up Isaac that I need to worry about.”

           I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were just telling me that you didn’t care about him?”

           Stiles scoffed. “Alright, I never said that. Sometimes I don’t like him because he’s tall and he has an easy time with the ladies, from what I’ve seen. And he loves to milk the whole ‘I was abused’ routine. But I don’t wish the wrath of your big brother on anyone.”

           —

“Derek?” I called, shrugging into my jacket. “I’m going to Scott’s house. Don’t wait up for me.”

           “What’s that supposed to mean?” I sighed, turning to see him on the stairs with his arms crossed. The scowl was etched deep on his dark face; I knew cracking a joke wouldn’t do me any good. Derek’s blue eyes watched me carefully as I twirled my keys.

           “That means that I’m going to come home late.”

           “Or are you even planning to come home at all tonight?”

           Smirking, I held my hands up. “Depends on how far he lets me go.” I giggled at the snarl Derek unleashed, moving to stand toe to toe with me in the course of about two seconds. “You don’t scare me, big brother.” I patted his chest and reached around him for my purse.

           “I know that.” Derek grumbled. Then he snatched the keys out of my hand. “I’m driving you. And I’m going to pick you up at nine.”

           My mouth dropped open. “It’s already seven o’clock!”

           “Then I guess you better stop arguing with me.” His jaw was clenched as he raised his eyebrows. “Let’s go.”

           Angrily, I crossed my arms. “You’re not my father, Derek.”

           “I’m well aware.” He snapped. “But I am your legal guardian at the moment, and when I tell you that I’m going to pick you up at nine because I don’t want you sleeping with a boy, you better listen to me.”

           I laughed in his face. “I never said anything about sleeping with Isaac.”

           “You implied it.”

           “You assumed it.”

           We glared at each other in the darkening loft for several minutes. Finally, he said, “You’re my little sister. You’re not even out of high school yet. I’m just looking out for you.”

           “You mean you’re being over-protective and ridiculous.”

           Derek rolled his eyes. “It’s now seven fifteen. If you still want to go, let’s go.”

           —

“I thought he would never leave.” I groaned as I flopped back onto the couch.

           Isaac chuckled before sitting next to me, moving my legs to stretch across his lap. “What was his deal anyway? I thought your brother liked me.”

           Lazily, I nodded. “Yeah, Derek likes you… he just doesn’t like us dating.”

           “Oh, well, that’s slightly disheartening.” He mused. “Not gonna stop me though.”

           I bit my lip as I smiled. “Hey, Isaac?” When he looked over at me, I lunged at him. Our lips collided in a mess of teeth and tongue, moving at a furious pace. I straddled his lap, shivering when his hands slid up the length of my bare thighs.

           Isaac pulled away to breathe, resting his head against the back of the couch as he panted. Not being able to control myself, I started to place kisses all along his throat. “This… is probably why… he doesn’t like me…” I giggled softly, a bit winded.

           “Stop thinking about my brother.” I murmured in his ear, pecking his earlobe. “Focus on me.”

           “That won’t be a problem.” Isaac stuttered as I tossed my coat to the floor. “God, you’re so beautiful. That dress looks so damn good on you.”

           My hands buried themselves in his hair, fingers tangling as we kissed. Isaac’s hands rubbed my sides. “What time is he coming again?”

           “Isaac, do you want to know a secret?” I gave him a grin as I said, “I’m not wearing any-”

           “Are you kidding me, Y/N?” I jumped slightly, craning my neck to see Derek standing in the doorway.

           Defiantly, I spun around in Isaac’s lap and crossed my arms. “It’s not nine o’clock yet. What are you doing here?”

           Derek was fuming. “You left your phone in the car. I thought you might need it, but apparently I was wrong. You two didn’t really need any interruptions, did you?”

           “Nope. Thank you. Leave the phone in the kitchen and be along your merry little way please.” I gave him a tight smile. I could literally smell Isaac’s uneasiness.

           “Actually, Y/N, Isaac and I need to have a talk. Get outside now. And grab your stuff. We’re going home. You’ll see each other at school tomorrow. There’s plenty of janitor closets you can finish this in.”

           My mouth dropped open. “Derek, no!”

           “Yes!” He roared. “I’m not going to tell you again.”

           “God!” I shrieked, getting up and seizing my jacket off the floor. Then, after giving Derek a sharp look, I leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on Isaac’s lips. “See you tomorrow.” I whispered, smiling softly when he muttered, “Hopefully.”

           On my way out, I stopped to stand at Derek’s shoulder and looked him dead in the eye. “If you lay a finger on him, there will be hell to pay.”


Time doesn’t stand still nor does it wait for anyone.

Many of us, me included as well… Spend countless days trying to find the right time to say something or try thinking of way to say it. We in act how we want conversations to go, and anticipate the reaction the other shall give. But why do we place barriers on sharing how we feel or what is on our mind.

If you allow those barriers to stop you from expressing and sharing, then i say you break them down right now. Don’t waste time anticipating whats not even going to happen

Go remind those who you love, that you do love them and that they mean the world to you. Let them know that you love them. Yes we all know we love our family or are partner or our best friend. But have you taken the time out and said “I love you.” With meaning and whole heartedness. Even if you have go do it again, no one ever gets tired of hearing they are loved.

Is there someone you haven’t spoken to, that you wish to reconnect with. Pick up that phone right now and make the call. Tell them that you would like to sit down or hang out or what ever you guys like to do. Share those moments. Chances are they are probably thinking the same thing and wanted to message you as well.

That special someone who is always there for you, say thank you and how happy you are for them…

If on the other hand something is bothering you that you don’t like, speak up and share it. Don’t let your well being go down the drain.

Feelings and emotions are powerful that they subconsciously control us.

Share what you feel and feel open to letting others share with you. At the end of the day a few nice words never hurt anyone. Its quite the opposite it can make someones day.

So don’t let moments to share slip through your fingers as fast as time does. 

5 Things to Never Say to a Fat Girl

1. “Should You Be Wearing That?”Tell ‘em Pooh! There should be no reason for you to question someone’s appearance, unless it is to warn them of a wardrobe malfunction. Family, classmates, or strangers in the past (some to this day) constantly reminded me of being “too big” for certain styles. But I think I would rather go with Pooh on this one and wear what I want with confidence. 


2. “When is the Baby Due?”It’s 2015! Do you live under a rock? Everyone knows not to ask a woman if she is pregnant, even if she is pregnant! Not all women carry their weight in the “eye pleasing” places, some of us have a bigger belly as well. And that doesn’t mean she is bringing a child into the world anytime soon. 


3. “Girl, You Know You Don’t Need That Candy!”I’m sorry, but since when did one candy bar become harmful? Are you there during the day to witness the amount of veggies, water, and fruit they intake as well? Are they currently struggling to breathe while eating the candy bar? Are you their certified dietitian? Exactly, I am assuming all of the answers are no. Please keep your “concerns” to yourself. 



4. “Oh, You Exercise?”Yes, we big girls notice when you have that shocked look on your face or that “you can do it” pat on the back when we say we are going to the gym. That is probably one of the biggest reasons we never share our workout plan. Not everyone is trying to exercise and lose weight so they can look good, some of us simply enjoy working out (and in some cases, we may be better at it than you)!

https://youtu.be/aN7lt0CYwHg

5. “You Look Like You’ve Lost Weight…Good for You!”Before commenting on someone’s weight, stop and think if they have discussed their attempt at weight loss. If not, do not assume their weight loss is positive. Are they battling depression, illness, disease, an eating disorder? Voicing your approval on their weight loss is demonstrating you believe they look better at a smaller size. Let’s encourage and care for one another. Regardless of what you may believe…it is possible to be fat and fabulous!-RedHairedDiva

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“Hey little guy. Look what I got you.” Dean peeking into the crib where little Bobby slept. He took out the moose and placed it next to the sleeping baby. “I gotta go now little guy. Love you.”


“Sam?” You asked looking into the crib and noticing the new toy. “Where did this come from?”

“Where did what come from?” Sam peeked in and saw the toy moose. “I don’t know. But I’m guessing that card will say who it’s from.” he pointed to the card that was placed on the table next to the crib.

“Remind me to send him a thank you card.” You smile after reading the card.

If you have any comments or criticism (I welcome any and all criticism (as long as it isn’t hate)) or requests (i am currently taking any imagine requests) or anything at all I direct you to the ask box located Here or click the envelope on my page

Jessica Lange on Gaga
  • Interviewer:The new season is about to start filming and the lead torch is being passed to Lady Gaga. You were asked about it at the Paley Center Panel, how you felt about her taking over, and people were trying to read into what you were saying by what you were not saying.
  • Jessica:What did I say? I don't remember
  • Interviewer:You didn't say much...
  • Jessica:The question was, now that she was going to do it would I be interested in coming back to work with her or something.
  • Interviewer:Which was an interesting way to phrase that question.
  • Jessica:It was a near impossible question to answer. It reminded me of what Gertrude Stein supposedly said on her death bed. When she said "what is the answer? For that matter what is the question?" That's how I felt. What is the question?
  • Interviewer:So the more clear question would be: How do you feel about her leading the show in your absence?
  • Jessica:She’ll be surrounded by all those great actors. The same ones I had the great opportunity to work with. I have no idea if she’s an actor or not. But I’m sure it will all work out. I don’t know what the season is, what they’re doing, what the premise is, who the characters are. But all I can say is she’s going to have good writing and she’s going to have great actors to work with. It’s a good start.
"I Don't Care"

I truly wish people stopped saying they don’t care. We all know if you have to remind people, especially the internet that you don’t care, then you care.

Just admit it. You’re a human and you’re going to care. I care and I care a reasonable amount. I care how others view me. I care about other people’s feelings. I care about a lot. But I don’t let it dictate important and impactful decisions in my life because guess who I care about the most…myself and my well being.

I suggest that’s what people should say from now on. “I care about a decent amount of things, but I care about myself and my well being more than what others think and say to or about me”

If I should have a daughter

Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”

But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

“Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.

// Sarah Kay 

guess what just another psa i updated my about so you can give that a gander but heres a tldr version

from now on im going to start being a lot stricter in what i consume on here and who i follow; im going to start just. doing things for my mental wellness and its nothing personal to anyone this is just something i need to do. ive been having a lot of intrusive thoughts and flashbacks to my times of being sexually assaulted and certain sensory things i just… cant look at anymore without being reminded and so i have to do whats safe for me

ive come to a turning point in my life and theres a lot of things ive been putting off doing and i think the more i wait the more people are going to be hurt by it so im just going to start “ripping the band-aid off” i guess. and its not personal; like i dont hate/harbor any ill will against anyone; like i say im doing this for my mental health. anyway

i will probably be unfollowing you if you:

  • talk about jatlas/jacktaine or reblog a lot of content about it (even if its implied) even if you are a survivor. you are entitled to your coping ships just as i am entitled to not wanting to see them as a survivor of (sexual/physical/emotional) abuse
  • you dont tag the shit on my blacklist (which you can read on my about as well). again, nothing personal but im tired of being upsetted all the time becuase you guys cant get off your asses and tag anything lol
  • you vaguepost a lot or get into a lot of conflicts. youre entitled to your anger and your right of expression but as someone who is heavily avoidant and paranoid, i cant see this content on my dash without getting physically sick or impulsively (punch the wall/hurt myself) angry

it will take me time to do this though because confronting people makes me sick and makes me want to die lol so. yeah. if ive talked to you about any of these things recently then you already know where you stand with me about them. but yeah

i love being mama sander and i want to keep being that role for people but im turning over a new leaf and putting my mental health first, which is something ive never done before. its making a lot of tough/hard calls that i dont always want to make but i feel like they have to be made, not just for my well-being, but for others too

like if you read this please. thank you

  • Saw Hedwig again tonight. 2 understudies were on. Sean for Matt (I adore Sean so I was happy) and a guy I'd never seen went on for Peter. He reminded me of the guys from the band Judas Priest because he wore a leather hat and other leather accessories. I told that to my friend just as the show was going to start... at some point in the show Darren says "what the fuck are you looking at Judas Priest" we laughed so hard. Had a fun night.
about Rhysha...

I’d just like to remind everyone that you have the right to dislike that pairing, but please don’t become rude about it, and don’t start ship wars. Please. I mean, I didn’t see this happening (yet), but I don’t want the fandom to be really mean and rude about this… 
Also, remember there are Rhysha shippers here, and while I don’t ship Rhysha, we all should be respectful and respect what they like.~
( Because, just imagine if it was about your ship? That’d be kinda irritating I think u_u )


Anyway, I’m going to bed now.
(Jack’s voice) Peace!

anonymous asked:

I'm going to unfollow you. Not because I disagree with what you say or things you post. But because every single one of your post is a reminder that this site is filled with the most backwards ass hats on the internet. It seriously ruins my day to see you have to check another jackass. The things that they post boggle my mind and makes me want to build a rocket ship to outer space. Keep up the good fight, it's just that my stomach is too sensitive for this nauseating stupidity.

This sign has been posted at the dog park for several days. Missing dogs make me sad.

I’m pretty sure Maddie didn’t go missing at the fenced-in dog park. There’s no mention on the flyer where Maddie might have gone missing.

Not to make light the situation but seeing this sign at the dog park reminds of this old joke:

A policeman sees a drunk man searching for something under a streetlight and asks what the man has lost. The man says he lost his keys. They both look under the streetlight together. After a few minutes the policeman asks if the man is sure he lost them here. The drunk replies, no, he lost them in the park. The policeman asks why he is searching here and the drunk replies, “this is where the light is.”

The park is where the dogs are, I guess.