i will throw myself out now

Today I shut my cat in the fridge.

Okay, so here’s the deal.  Tali loves the fridge.  I don’t know why, but every single time we open it, she bolts for it and jumps in.  She crawls into the back of the fridge and nestles int the smallest little corner she can.  Now naturally, my biggest fear has been that I’ll close the fridge without knowing she’s in there.  And of course, today I went to go grab my Brita filter to pour myself some water.  I wasn’t really watching the fridge, and I just opened and closed it really quickly to put the Brita back while I was looking somewhere else.  And then I looked around and realized that Tali had been in the kitchen, and now she was nowhere in sight.  So immediately, I throw open the fridge door, and there is is, hanging out in the back, content as can be.

okay, i was in the car with my sisters (who are both cishet), and one of them asked, “how lgbt friendly is our town?”

i responded immediately with, “not at all,” at the same time my other sister responded with, “well, it’s not *that* friendly.”

i was asked by both of them as to why i was insisting that no, our town (which is extremely small and can be summed up by the school, btw) is not lgbt friendly. i told them that so many kids threw around the f and d slurs, as well as calling people gay as an insult, and also, they make those “did you just assume my gender/i identify as an attack helicopter” jokes. keep in mind, i’m genderfluid and a lesbian, so yeah, these things are both *pretty* harmful to me. (granted, i’m not out to my family, so them not listening to what i had to say wasn’t (too much of) a problem, but that’s not the point.)

my other sister, who said that our town was *kind of* lgbt friendly, said, “well, yeah, but you’re going to find that in every school. what i mean is that no one - or at least most people - is going to get turned away for being gay.”

and you know what?

no.

throwing around homophobic and lesphobic slurs and making homophobic and transphobic jokes is not “lgbt friendly,” no matter how normal it is. these things harm lgbt kids (i.e., me), and drive anyone who wants to come out further into the closet. i’m out as a lesbian to all my friends, but i would never dream of coming out as genderfluid to them, and you know why? it’s because they laughed at (not even made - laughed at) those “did you just assume my gender?” jokes. i’m fucking petrified of being myself around others because of these jokes. (goddamn jokes).

so no, our town is not lgbt friendly. i don’t give a shit that *most* people won’t get kicked out of their homes for being gay. as long as gay, trans, and nonbinary kids are being ostracized and pushed into the closet, our town is not lgbt friendly.

if you aren’t lgbt, you need to hold yourself to *way* higher standards than you are now. just because you wouldn’t kill your friend for being gay doesn’t mean you’re a good ally. if you throw around slurs (yes, even jokingly), if you call people gay as an insult, or if you make any of the “attack helicopter” jokes, you’re a shitty ally and an even shittier human.

(yes, cishets can reblog this - in fact, it’s encouraged.)

The second Taylor’s song is released, I’m turning off all of the lights, putting The Good Headphones on, lighting candles and locking myself in my room. This is a ritual, bitch. No one will ruin this. I swear on everything if I hear something that is not this song while it’s playing, I am throwing bodies out of windows this is not a joke. I have waited TOO LONG. The anxiety I have right now knowing that we’re a few hours away from hearing something we have NEVER heard before from Taylor in itself is enough to make me scream. DO. NOT. DISTURB.

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“I never really understood why actors get paid so much money. But now I feel like it’s because they have to sacrifice their lives sometimes, you know? Some people may want that, but I said it: I’m shy and reserved, and there is nothing about me that wants to throw myself out to the world like that. I don’t resent those people or anything, but it’s hard to feel like you’re a person. You go around everywhere and people treat you like a doll.” – Dylan O'Brien  

the signs as shit phil says on danandphilgames

aries: “i wanted to become the crab but the crab didnt want to become me”

taurus: “every body part is sweating right now, literally, my eyelashes are sweating.”

pisces: “i was so scared that you’re gonna throw me off that i jumped off myself”

gemini: “he is dripping out of his hoofy arms”

cancer: “its like pressing a beautiful house into your eye”

leo: “this is like a shaft fest”

virgo: “i think i just swallowed some of my tonsil”

libra: “ruffage is also a vegetable,,, so maybe it was remixed bY A BROCOLIEH”

scorpio: “Im a single bachelor and i like it”

sagittarius: “i would rub my body against that window”

aquarius: “if i had a house i would make every window glass”

capricorn: “IM GONNA DANCE ON YOUR GRAVE”

dan’s version: x

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Words: 9.6k

Genre: Smut, angst, dirty talk, dom!Yoongi

There is another gif in the story that describes the moment I was portraying. Ignore Namjoon’s name on it, lol. Anyway, enjoy :) 

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six 

You had never been more excited to get out of dance practice. Yugyeom had been making fun of you the entire time because you were so out of it. You were trying to hide that from Jane because you were slightly messing up. “Shut up,” you pushed Yugyeom with a laugh, “Some of us are trying to focus.”

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I’m a little late for the party but nonetheless, here’s wishing @dokynsoo a belated birthday! Many happy wishes and have a fulfilling year!

Inexorable (3-FINAL)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Mafia au!

Warnings: dom!Jungkook, steamy hot tub sex yes

Notes: Last part, ya’ll. I hope you like it. I changed the gif because tumblr is being a meanie and it’s not letting me put in my own shit. This brings us to the end of this mini-series! I hope you enjoyed it. 3,430 Words

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It was safe to say that there wasn’t as much tension between you and your husband anymore. Everything seemed so much more calm than before. Maybe it was because you guys barely talked; or maybe it was because he locked himself in his office all day, working.

An empty cabin was always nice, but you wanted to talk to him. You actually liked arguing with him; teasing him, and he would tease you back. His touch – it was gentle, even though he was being cocky. You hated to admit it, but you were slowly getting used to him.

Now it seemed like the both of you were more like frenemies rather than complete enemies. There was a sort of understanding, considering you were now aware that you were both forced into this marriage when you would rather stay single, and he would rather marry someone else.

“Princess,” Jungkook called you from behind the black kitchen island, his whiskey glass in his hand as he leaned against the countertop – you had no idea when he started calling you that, but it stuck. “I need some beer and and ice.”

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He was great. We shared many great moments. Our physical connection was never in question. He kissed me within an hour of meeting me and I let him. I thought that it could be a great story that we tell other people one day, not knowing that maybe moving too fast doomed us from the start. Our emotional connection, on the other hand, is something that I always questioned. The only time he allowed me a glimpse into his heart is at three in the morning, when we would talk all night, not needing sleep, only each other, even though he has to be up at eight for work. I feel him smiling against my face. His heart beating against my chest. His thumbs caressing my fingers. His hand rubbing my bare back. These are the little moments that I will keep close to me. These are the moments before everything good about us slipped away.


He was charming and confident and he created an environment where I felt safe to grow. He taught me many things about life and I will always care for him in that sense. And although my relationship with him was exhilarating, there was a dark and twisted side that was always lurking.He was able to flash a smile at me and charmed me into changing my morals for him. To the point where I slid down the door, holding onto my chest, the part where the heart is, and questioned if I am still me. He was able to use his confidence to make me feel small and less than him, to the point where I made excuses to my friends for the ways he treated me. He used my need to feel alive to suck the innocence and what little naivety I had left.


And the more nights we spent together, the colder I felt. The more he withdraw, the more I needed his warmth. It was a sick relationship based on my fear of spending my nights alone and his fear of commitment and missing out on everything life has to offer did not make things easier. 


Of course it hurts to see things changed. Of course it hurts to remember all of the tender moments we had. And of course, my heart breaks every time I compare the beginning to now. I will never understand how someone wakes up one day and decides that they don’t care anymore. He used to pull me closer to him during the middle of the night to kiss my forehead. Now all he does is cowered me into the corner and throw words at me, that he claims he does not mean the next day. And I hate myself for never having the strength to leave him in that moment. So I lay down in the same bed next to him, facing the opposite direction, leaving inches between us. And I hate myself for still wanting his arms around me.

—  He trapped me in the environment he created and it took me a while to find my way out of the maze. And sometimes, I wonder if I am really out.

So I’m dying. I ordered these adorable little fellas from a seller on Etsy a couple of weeks ago and they just came in today. The seller has taken down the listing for now since she is in school and busy at the moment but I’ll keep checking back and post it (with her permission) as soon as I see it back up because you better believe I’ll be getting all the characters she offers.

A very long time ago @jennthereaper and @simplyn2deep both sent me this prompt, and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, but the other day I was finally inspired to take a stab at it. I hope you enjoy!

From The Way You Said “I Love You” 

#26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

Stiles shakes his head stiffly.

The Stiles on the floor is still pleading with him around tears, but the noises of his despair are starting to fade, as if Derek were now hearing him from a distance. Even his heartbeat, a sound that Derek has been clinging to as an anchor for what feels like forever, begins to disappear.

Derek swallows and steels himself against feeling anything more than determination to get through this newest mess.

“What now?” he asks, tone clinical and firm.

Stiles answers him in a similar tone, his expression betraying nothing about what’s going on in his own head. A far cry from the Stiles that Derek first met a couple years ago, terrified and mouthy and young. “Now you wake up.”

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the unlikely death of a dragon...

so a little bit of a backstory. this is my first time playing d&d with my friends, we’re all new. so i set us up a simple dungeon so we could learn how to play, and get used to the game. we just crushed the boss dragon with a giant crystal, and it failed a strength check to get out from under it; the fall kicking it to 5 health. 

High-Elf Rouge (OOC); can i roll for Frank to attack it? (Frank being the spider he had charmed earlier in the cave)

Me (DM); um.. yeah go ahead…

*rolls 20 for frank, managing to bypass it’s AC and hit it. does 1 damage)

Me: oh… um… frank climbs on to the dragon’s snout, delivering a miniscule bite that barely does any damage… 

Rouge (OOC): NOW I GOTTA ROLL TO POISON IT! Roll a constitution saving throw!

*rolls 8*

Rouge (OOC): *holds my single pink d4 in his palm* if i roll this… and it lands on four… frank kills the dragon.

So myself, and our tiefling monk all watch with bated breath, as he rolls. it lands on 4. we all sit in stunned silence.

Me: …the… tiny bite… delivered just enough venom to put the dragon out of its misery… 

Rouge (OOC): … can i roll a acrobatics check to do a double backflip and then applaude him?

Me: *burries face in hands* *quietly* i don’t care what you do anymore…

Taylor, I’m so proud of you. I’m so proud of the fierce strong woman that you’ve become. You had to handle a lot of hate. And everyone, in the end, explodes. Even the kindest person. You didn’t deserve all the things people have said to you in the past two years, at all. It was, honestly, too much. I see myself a lot in Look What You Made Me Do. I feel all the struggle that you’ve been through because I can understand the pain and the anger when different people throw rocks at you just for the sake of being mean. But you came out beautifully, speaking up and taking your reputation back in your own hand. You are a true, wonderful, inspiration. And I’m extremely proud of you just like a friend or a smaller sister. I’m always gonna be by your side. I love you, now and ever.

@taylorswift