i wish i could still call you friend

Are you bored with traditional "slenderverse" horror?

Tired of seeing kids in masks running around with binary videos?
Sick of seeing the same skinny man standing still all the time?

Well shit boi, I got a series just for you!

Sit your ass right up and grab a drink because we gonna talk about a little series called SOURSALT.

You ever been bored with your best friend and thought, “man i sure wish we could be pretending to hunt ghosts.” or perhaps “wowee, i sure wish i was covered in shit and yelling into a camera right now!”

Well that’s exactly what we did!

“Soursalt” is a mystery. We don’t know what it is and we don’t ask. It just exists and that’s ok! It starts out with a few creepy videos introducing us to some cocksniffer named Madman Re but then the videos start to talk about dreams and whether or not uploader is dreaming.
Then before you know it some idiot is rambling about ghosts and idiot #2 is pissing into a lake.
This series is definitely worth the view. I honestly can not stress it enough. I can see it getting big, like big big. Large slenderseries sized big.
The best part; it’s not a slenderseries.
It’s *original* :O

Part 1: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgUeoPE8TlAeHMTTnzJULEyC9WUguPQm7

i guarantee you will not be disappointed please reblog and share with your friends to spread the amazingness thank u ❤️

anonymous asked:

my god, thank you so much for addressing ppl thinking that lesbians are secretly bisexuals who are just choosing not to date men... im a lesbian and ive told my cishet male friends and some of them keep referring to me as a bi girl, which i have literally never called myself ://// mostly i just correct them when i can but i dont really know how to get them to stop

yeah my dad still thinks im gonna marry a man even though he knows im a lesbian and like… it just hurts to see people say “so what if you’re attracted to men and ID as a lesbian? you’re not hurting anyone!” because you’re hurting me. you’re validating people’s lesbophobic ideas.

I wish I could get your friends to stop mislabeling you anon :( if you think talking to them about it might help maybe that would be a good idea, but regardless, im sorry they dont respect your identity :( sending positive vibes ur way!!! <3 <3

tagged by @shigeyyo ty friend ilyyyyy!!!!

a - age: 20 (i still feel 18 tbh)

b - biggest fear: being alone forever

c - current time: 10:56pm

d - drink you last had: arizona!

f - favorite song: up&down is still my go-to

g - ghosts, are they real: idek man

i - in love with: my bed

j - jealous of: ppl who can make friends easily?? and ppl with rly nice bodies

k - killed someone: naw

l - last time you cried: hmmm probably within the last week but i dont rly remember

m - middle name: dont have one

n - number of siblings: none ):

o - one wish: i wish everybody could be more understanding

p - person you last called/texted: ummm i snapchatted a few friends of mine

q - question(s) you’re always asked: are you korean? (im v obviously white)

r - reasons to smile: funny vines, hanging out with your friends, when ppl do rly kind things for each other

s - song last sung:  i think it was either a fnaf song or an under//tale song LOL theyre rly catchy ok

t - time you woke up: i was trash and woke up at like 12 bc i dont have class today

u - underwear color: pink

v - vacation destination: i wanna go back to japan! and i wanna visit singapore

w - worst habit: biting my nails, not being able to see anything through, being rly lazy, eating too much bad food

x - x-rays you’ve had: teeth, foot, abdomen

y - your favorite food: all food, usually either something rly sweet or rly savoury

z - zodiac sign: virgo

i tag: @okiiita @akaashil @lovable-yuuri @humbuns @toorvus @ariiya @mintyvolleykids @happytobio @deku-for-all @kenmasz no pressure!!

folklores  asked:

SLAMS IN HERE things you said when you thought i was asleep for 2B9S and things you said that i wish you hadn’t if you feel like more tbh i could give you the whole list for them but. jazz hands

I WAS NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED TO WRITE FIC FOR THEM JSYK because god i want to die

like always

anyways under a cut because SPOILERS FOR LATE GAME REVEALS

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simply done

Worst feeling in the world is when you realise that the person you care about, means more to you than you do to them. I always give too much, too hard, too fast to the wrong people. I’m always the “friend” never the “girl”. The girl they want to impress. The girl they think about when they go to sleep. The girl they dream about. The girl they wish they could have and hold. No… I’m always the friend. The funny friend. The nice friend. The “they kiss me but still call me a friend” friend. The “OMG you’re such a wifey but still a friend” friend. I’m so done feeling this way. I’m just simply DONE.

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my safe haven

Request: You realized you love Stefan and you tell him.

stefan salvatore x reader

word count: 442

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The Perfect Fit - Part 4

Pairing: Model!Sam x Reader AU

Part 4 Summary: After Charlie interrupts an epic moment, Sam offers to help you out with your career aspirations

Word Count: 1239

Warning: Fluff, Smidge of Angst, Charlie’s still cool

A/N: I missed writing this series so much. Things are going to change in a good way in the next part. Feel free to send me any feedback. I’d love to hear from you!

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Ugh.

You loved Charlie. Truly. She was your best friend, she was an awesome roommate, and she’s always been there for you… even in those moments when you wished she didn’t exist, like now. Charlie had the worst timing for calling you in the middle of what could’ve been an epically romantic moment between you and Sam.

If only the two of you didn’t get interrupted by the muffled tinny echo of a pop chorus, that inevitable kiss would’ve been so perfect.

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With you, there are days when the line dividing us between friends and lovers blur, and maybe you don’t feel it but I do. I feel the way my ribcage parts open whenever you’re around and the way my heart beats so loudly as if it was an invitation for you to notice that I am more than someone who you can tell your deepest secrets to, that I could be one of them. I wish that you could hold me closer than you hold our promises, and I wish that you would dare to love me the way we dared each other to jump off into the deep end of the swimming pool because I am still holding my breath underwater, waiting to see if you’re still with me. Every day I open my eyes and wonder if I’ll ever get to see you lying next to me without a pillow between our bodies. Every night I fall asleep wondering if these dreams would ever become a reality. Every time I get to call you my best friend, I break into a smile but behind it all, I can feel myself wanting to call you something more.
—  “I’m in love with my best friend”
Banana Milkshakes

The 30th of September
Is a day I’ll remember
The day we took a chance
And ran away to France

You just turned 21
And we wanted to have fun
Some might say we were insane
Still, we tried to go to Spain

We stopped in the City of Love
It was all I ever dreamed of
Just you and me alone
No calls on the phone

And with all the love we made
We were never afraid
Alone we were free
I wish it could be

Again, my friend

My heart aches
For banana milkshakes

In our old hotel
You put me under your spell
I was ever so submissive
To your gentle kisses

Back in Liverpool
They called me a fool
Cause I fell in love with you
But I knew you were true

In October we came back
And they cut us some slack
The memory I’ll forever clutch
And I still want your touch

Again, my friend

My heart aches
For banana milkshakes

steveaoki: I wish I could hug everyone that listened streamed downloaded on iTunes to make this number 1!!! told friends tweeted facebooked IGed called radio stations to play our song supported in any way possible!!! Thank you thank you thank you a million times a million ways. Thank you!!!!! This means the world to me and@louist91!! We love u guys so much!!! 41 countries in the first few days. I still can’t believe it. Someone pinch me!!! #justholdon🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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Who Knew - Pink

If someone said three years from now
You’d be long gone
I’d stand up and punch them out
Cause they’re all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew …
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I’d give anything…
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Well this is going to be more like a huge thank you note rather than a follow forever, I just didn’t know what to call it lmao. I never ever expected this to happen, I remember when I had 50 followers and I thought that would be the most I would ever have, like that’s more people than I can fit in my house? Honestly 2000 feels unreal to me, that’s so many people. I don’t see my follower count as numbers, but as friends (except for you random porn blogs who are you um) and I still get excited when I get a new one or I when I receive an ask. I’ve had people call me their “tumblr senpai” from time to time and that is just so weird to me, like I’m just a random girl with no life spending countless hours on the internet, lmao I’m no senpai. But thank you guys for thinking that I am, I appreciate every single one of you so much. I wish I could write a note for everyone but my fingers would probably fall off. Thank you again! 

- Nicole :)

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Other People’s Children

I just got a text from a buddy of mine. He is kind of a champion, this guy. He is the kind of guy who does everything better than everyone else and still makes it look easy. And you can’t hate him for it because he is so darn likeable. And kind. And today, a little heartbroken.

My buddy had to call CPS today. A girl in his class needs help. He tried to help, my friend. But as he said, “What happens when they leave?”

I wished I could buy my buddy a beer and just tell him, “I feel you.” Because nothing hurts worse than knowing we cannot protect the children in our classes. We can love them. We can laugh at their jokes and laud their achievements and listen. Even cry with them sometimes. We can call the people who might be able to help. But we are not their parents. And no matter how hard we try, some holes in their lives we cannot fill.

Today, I felt for my buddy especially, because of what happened to my boy, T, last week.

Last week was graduation. If there is a more hopeful and beautiful day in the year than graduation day, I don’t know what it is. I wake up smiling and fall asleep smiling. I may even smile in my sleep. Cuz my jaw sure hurts by the end of it all.

Except for when graduation hurts. Like when there is a kid in my class like T. T is exceptional. He is not just bright and articulate. He is not just mature and kind. He does not just strive super hard for perfection. He takes responsibility. He communicates with us like a colleague. Sometimes, I have had to remind myself he is just a kid.

I have always known T was gay. To me, it is an aspect of him which is intrinsic, like his height or his talent with the written word.

I guess his parents felt differently. When he told them this winter, they told him they were done with him. They told him, as soon as he graduated, he was out of their house. They stopped parenting him. They became strangers in his house. The house he had a few months left to live in with them.

T is resilient. He got a job. Then he got another job. He talked to the right people about going to college, about doing it on his own. He found a place to live. He paid his car insurance and passed his classes. He even did some community service with me, you know, when I needed someone I could really count on.

And when graduation day loomed, we talked about his parents. Would they come? Would he want them to come at all?

I could not say, “Sure, let them come. I would LOVE to talk with them.” I could not clench my fists and spit on the ground.

I had to just wait and see.

On the day which should have been the greatest day of his life, I asked him, “Are they coming?”

“I don’t know,” he said, voice level. “I put two tickets on the shelf where my mom keeps her purse. We’ll see.”

In my job I am fortunate enough to get to say the names of some of the graduates every year. When I said T’s name, I just also said, “I love you,” in case no one else did that day.

Then, as I was walking out of the auditorium, into the flashes of a thousand pictures, into the balloons and flowers, into the proud throng, a woman stopped me.

Her hand on my arm, she said, “I am T’s mom. I just wanted to thank you for being such a motivation to my son.”

Be classy, Ms. S.

“Well, I love your son.”

“I love my son, too,” she said. And then she started to sob and fled.

A little later I saw T and we took a selfy. I hugged him as hard as I could. “I am so proud of you!” I told him. I meant it. More than anything. Then I asked, “Did you see your mom?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Was she here?”

So much hope can still break me.

So I told him, “You mom was here. She loves you.”

There are so many tears in this world. They are endless.

I know my buddy feels terrible right now because the girl in his class has a rough time with her dad and he cannot fix it. I know how he feels because I feel that way, too.

It is never, ever enough.

I just hope they know. I hope they know we would fix it all. If we could.

i.
I think this is the longest I’ve gone with out talking to you and it makes the days go by so much more quickly; I feel as though I’m ten years older.

ii.
There’s a whistle in the wind that makes your absence more prominent. It smells of the grey in your eyes.

iii.
I call your phone every night before I go to bed as well as immediately when I wake. It rings right to your voice mail after each dial. Your voice grows more annoying every time I listen.

iv.
I sat on the curb next to you where you lived and cried. My phone still connected to your wifi. I wiped my tears on my hands then cut my palms. I then slathered my hands all over your window.

v.
It took me 5 hours to walk home.

vi.
I found the old journal where I had written in when we first met. You used to be so filled with life.

vii.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get a sign from you again.

—  Being with you was like masturbating with sand paper | Crypticqueen

STARTER SENTENCES from Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001)

“Once again, I found myself on my own.”
“There you are, dumpling.”
“Pickles on toothpicks are still the height of sophistication.”
“He’s someone who insists I call him ‘Uncle’ while he gropes my ass.”
“Wish I could be lying with my head in the toilet, like all normal people.”
“Stop talking total nonsense to strangers.”
“I suspect he does not fantasize about me.”
“I just want to staple things to her head.”
“He’s just a big nob-head with no nob.”
“Shut up, please, I’m very busy and important.”
“You don’t need to protect him. He’s no friend of mine.”
“Having children isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
“I’ve got no power, no real career, no sex life…”
“What a gripping life you do lead.”
“You look like a common prostitute.”
“I wanted you to be the first to know that we’re engaged.”
“I’ve got to leave my current job because I shagged my boss.”
“I know it’s been awkward as ass, but there’s no need to leave.”
“Never dip your nib in the office ink.”
“You seem to go out of your way to make me feel like a complete idiot.”
“I don’t think you’re an idiot at all.”
“I mean, there are elements that are ridiculous about you…”
“I like you very much.”
“No. I like you very much – just as you are.”
“But this is someone you hate, right?”
“You like me just the way I am.”
“Where the fuck is the fucking tuna?”
“I see I may have come at a bad time.”
“If you ask me, there isn’t enough blue food.”
“Why did your [spouse] leave you?”
“This really is the most incredible shit.”
“I thought you might be on your own.”
“I’m a terrible disaster with a posh voice and a bad character.”
“Totally fucking finito.”
“Alright, _____, outside.”
“Should I bring my dueling pistols or my sword?”
“I should’ve done this years ago.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“You give the impression of being all moral and noble, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them.”
“I can see that I’ve been laboring under a misapprehension.”
“A very, very foolish mistake. Forgive me.”
“If I can’t make it with you, I can’t make it with anyone.”
“I’m still looking for something more extraordinary than that.”
“I’m going to Bedfordshire.”
“I do realize what I’m like sometimes.”
“I just don’t work without you.”
“That’s why you always acted so strangely around him.”
“You once said you liked me just as I am, and I just wanted to say… likewise.”
“You always say the wrong thing.”
“I seriously believe that you should rethink the length of your sideburns.”
“Right. Crikey.”
“Has he ever actually stuck his fucking tongue down your fucking throat?”
“I realized I’d forgotten something back home.”
“I realized I’d forgotten to kiss you goodbye. Do you mind?”
“Maybe we should just go upstairs for a minute.”
“Definitely an occasion for genuinely tiny knickers.”
“I mean, I meant it… but I was so stupid that I didn’t mean what I meant.”
“Time to make a new start, perhaps.”
“Nice boys don’t kiss like that.”
“Oh, yes, they fucking do.”

will you call it love tomorrow

Inhale.
It doesn’t hurt, anymore.

Exhale.
Let’s start
when I wake up with your name
wedged between my ribs,
still smelling the bourbon we drank
the night that I pretended
to want this.

Inhale.
I guess I shouldn’t have come
so late,
thinking we could be friends,
wishing we could be friends,
praying we could be friends
as your hand slipped between my legs. 

Breathe.
I woke up starving,
missing home like a yearbook
with the pictures burned out:
cigarette ash and scorched circles
where our faces should be.