i would tattoo this on my forehead

door  asked:

Hi! I remember some time ago, you posted a list of lgbt+ books you'd read and liked, and I went looking for it the other day and have apparently lost the bookmark. Do you happen to have the link on hand, or remember your recs? Thanks so much!

hmm, I’ve had a dig around – this post is about half lgbt+ literary fiction and half not, and this one is purely m/m fiction recs. 

(I might as well get a forehead tattoo that says EVERYONE READ REGENERATION.)

if you’re looking for that kind of list, though, low-key patron saint of book recs @lotstradamus has about seventy of them, GO FORTH AND BE AMAZED.

I will say that as of the present moment, both lottie & myself would 100% add sebastian barry’s days without end to that list–which I know because she shouted at me until I read it–and I would reiterate my rec of austin chant’s peter darling, which is a trans gay romance.

  • Me, during the game: I hate sports, this is the worst, I'm so stressed, why do they put me through this??
  • Me, after a loss: don't talk to me, sports are the worst, my team and I we deserve better than this

you know at this point im so desperately in need of season 4 to start that i dont even care who the main will be
it could be the beer man from season 1 and i would still tattoo his face on my forehead
it could be the school nurse and i would still gif the fuck out of her every move
honestly it could be penetrator chris and i wouldnt even mind i would in contrary do somersaults while singing the penetrator song in every known language hell i would even sing it backwards because this my friends is what this hiatus has done to me

I was checking out at Walmart, and as I was reaching for my bags I said, “Happy Holidays!”
And the cashier leaned in like she was sharing a secret and said “Merry Christmas.”
So I smiled politely and said, “Blessed Yule!”
And the look that spread across her face, you would have thought I’d literally stolen Christmas from her.

If you’re going to make a point of wishing me a happy whatever-you-celebrate, I’m going to make a point of wishing you a happy whatever-I-celebrate, and if you think that’s wrong you should consider getting “hypocrite” tattooed across your forehead.

anonymous asked:

I think people need to remember that Liam is Andy's best friend and he actually knows him more than anyone else and probably knows the amount of shit he gets on a daily basis, and he's probably tired of seeing that. I don't think he meant any harm to Harry, and I don't think Liam would be ok with it if that was the case, but to Andy Liam isn't "Liam Payne from One Direction", he's Liam, his best friend who just so happens to be famous, its natural to defend your best friends no matter what

Originally posted by poissonxquad

I want to tattoo this on my forehead! But exactly! It wasn’t an attack on Harry personally. It was Andy defending Liam, his best friend, his brother. As I said in my first answer it’s the same as any other family member or friend defending one of the boys. 

Dating Roman Reigns Would Include...
  • Forehead kisses.
  • Movie nights.
  • Cuddling.
  • Him carrying you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch.
  • Being really good friends with Dean and The Usos.
  • Massaging him after a rough match.
  • Tracing his tattoos with your fingers. 
  • Watching him sleep.
  • “Romeo”
  • “Babe, stop it! You know I hate that!" 
  • Always coming to watch his matches.
  • Loving those adorable/sexy smirks he does, and him doing them to tease you.    

Feel free to request more dating/marrying/etc would includes!

  • me: you know ive been in the sonic fandom for a long time now, maybe i should try and get into something different, i think im gonna work on my OCs instead of drawing sonic stuff all the ti-
  • Sonic Team: so the next game is called Sonic Forces heres the instrumental theme for it and a gameplay sneak peak
Nate Maloley-Your Lifestyle


I was in my sweat pants laying on my now husband of six months, Nate Maloley. We binge-watch tv shows together even if he’s on tour; we just FaceTime and watch; it was one of our ways of bonding and currently we were watching Lost together. It was kind if confusing but I was glad I had someone to help to clarify things. I traced Nate’s beautiful tattoos as we watched Claire’s baby daddy walk out on her.

“I would never do that to you.” Nate squeezed my waist tighter for a second as he kissed my forehead.

“Nate.” I sighed. “Please don’t start.”

Every since we got engaged every one it seems was asking about about when we were having a child. Aunts, uncles, sisters, cousins, his family, my family and don’t even get me started on my mother. ‘When are you going to give me another grandchild.’ 'If you wait to long your child isn’t going to grow up without their cousins.’ 'I feel like I’m going to die before I’m going to see your children.’ She’s so dramatic I swear but what can you do.

“Start what?” Nate questioned as if he genuinely didn’t know what I was talking about. Recently Nate had a really bad case of baby fever and I was not having it.

“Begging me for a child.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Nate defended himself.

“But you were hinting at it. ”

“I’m sorry can you blame me. You’d be a perfect mother and babies are so cute. Have you ever heard a baby laugh; because if you have you couldn’t help but want a baby. You always say you love my laugh so imagine that in a small miny me or you.” Nate kissed my forehead.

“Yes that would be adorable. There’s nothing wrong with waiting a bit. We just got married, everything’s going too fast. I want to enjoy me and you together for a year or two before we have a kid. Nate, we’re not ready for that kind of responsibility. Financially, our life style, your lifestyle.” I tried to explain.

“I am responsible and what’s that supposed to mean?” Nate scoffed at the idea.

“Please don’t even try to get offended by that.” I propped myself up on one arm. “Nate your always on tour and I get that. That’s how you make a living that’s what you love to do and I wouldn’t want you to stop that unless you’re ready to-”

“Well maybe I am ready to.”

“No you’re not! Listen to how crazy you sound!” I raised my voice momentarily. “Nate, I currently have an internship and a nice stack of college loans to pay off. Your music is just starting to take off and you have to focus on your career. Our lives are just beginning and you want to put everything we’ve worked for on hold.” I tried to reason with him.

“YN, we could do it. Sure it would be a juggling act but we’d make it through.”

“But that’s just it I don’t want to 'make it through’. I want us to be ready in every aspect of our lives. If we have a child our lives will change forever. You can’t go partying whenever you want. I don’t want to have to stay home alone left to wonder what you’re doing, where you are, are you safe.”

“YN, I know that. I’m going to be there for you. I’ll go out less-”

“It’s not about going out less!” I snapped making Nate’s eyes go wide.

“You know how you get when your under the influence Nate! Sometimes you don’t make really bad decisions. You drink and drive and you think it’s okay and it’s not. You know one of my brothers best friends was killed by a drunk driver. The kid got life in prison. You’ve done it multiple times and doesn’t even faze you that you could’ve killed someone or yourself. How could you expect me to want to have a child with you when I don’t even know if you’re going to come home; dead or alive; drunk or cross faded. And I’ll be damned if my child has to visit their father behind bars or at the cemetery on Father’s Day because he decided to be selfish and drive drunk. Nate you’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met!”

“If I’m so selfish why’d you marry me.” Nate fired back.

I took a deep breath in keeping my eyes shut tight trying to stop the tears from streaming down my face. I was standing infront of Nate arms crossed as he sat on the couch frustration all over his face.

“Because I love you, Nate. You don’t get it do you. What about your parents, they would be devastated if anything happened to you! Have you thought about your siblings at all. Kayan, God bless her heart and Stew; he looks up to you, you’re his hero, his idol, his knight in shining armor, Nate! And what about Sammy practically your other brother. What about Swazz and Jack and the other Jack and Hayes and Tez and your fans. But I forgot you don’t think and you don’t care about anyone or anything but your habit,” I’m done, I’m tired of arguing; he doesn’t get it and I’m starting to think that he never will. “I’m going to bed Nate.”

I walked to the near by stair case and dragged myself up the staircase mentally exhausted from the events that just unfolded. I wiped my eyes trying to clear my vision from the blurry mess my tears left. As I entered our room I grabbed a t-shirt out of my drawer and then surrounded my body under the covers. If your going to cry yourself to sleep cry into an old t-shirt so your pillow isn’t soggy when you want to sleep on it later. That’s one of the many tricks I’ve learned being with Nate; being together for nearly four years we’ve had our fair share of pretty bad fights, but every time we work it out and become better than before. I blew my nose into the damp t-shirt thinking about how warm my face felt from crying.

I can’t believe what just happened. I pretty much told Nate that I don’t want to have kids with him; but I do. Not at this second but I really do maybe in a year or two when we’re stable and have everything figured out and not right now, I guess we both have some growing up to do.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing.

I woke up to the feeling of dry skin from salty tears and a headache; crying is fun you guys. Looking at the bedside clock I groaned I was out for two hours. I got out of bed and went to the door opening and closing it slowly and softly; I really didn’t want to see or talk to Nate right now. I tip-toed downstairs walking past the couch and to the kitchen. I went into the cabinets and got a cup out then making my way to the fridge. As my cup began to fill with water I felt two arms snake around me and a head on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” Nate’s soft voice brought tears to my eyes. “I’ve been thinking for the past couple of hours and you’re right; I’m selfish and I’m sorry and I’m going stop.”

I turned around and hugged Nate, silent tears dampened his chest as he squeezed me. I looked up at him, his eyes were red but this time it wasn’t from weed. His skin looked tired and the bags under his eyes were accented by dry tears.

“Thank you.” I whispered back to him and squeezed him back harder. Nate lifted my chin up by a finger so he was looking me in the eyes.

“I don’t know why but out of all the times you’ve told me to stop drinking and driving this time it finally stuck. This time something like clicked. I’m sorry for not thinking about how you or anyone else felt about my drinking and driving or smoking or drinking in general; I’ll quit I promise; it’s what’s best for me; you always know what’s best for me.” Nate kissed my forehead.

“I really don’t. I don’t even know what’s best for myself sometimes.” I looked down.

“ YN,” Nate sighed. “No one knows everything but you’re right about a lot of things. We’re not ready for a child yet I just have a really bad case of baby fever right now. Maybe in a year or two or five we’ll be ready.”

“Five years?” I questioned.

“Yea, we’ll still be young like 27. Who’s got baby fever now. ” He joked.

“Not me it’s just recently it seamed like you wanted to have a baby in five months.” I laughed. Our laughter died down an we were now just staring at eachother.

“Are you really going to stop drinking and smoking?”

“Yes, YN I’m really going to stop drinking and smoking.” He repeated back in a nagging tone. “But I’m going to need your help.” He got serious again.

“I’ll be here every step of the way.” I promised him.

Nate and I kissed again momentarily.

“I love you.” Nate said into the crook of my neck.

“I love you too, baby.”

“You’re so good for me.” Nate kissed me again and we swayed in the kitchen.

“You’re so good too me.” I squeezed Nate as tight as I could.

AN: Yooo don’t drink an drive. I know so many people who have lost family and friends to drunk drivers. It’s not a joke and even if you got home safely this time next time you or your victim might not be so lucky. XO

the whole concept of “straight edge” is so gross like… being sober is 100% cool & respectful, but this like… aggressive hyper-masculine cult built around shaming addicts & like this brand of self image built around being superior to everyone else is so…. boring & unimpressive and 90% of the time just comes off as Mean and Bad. tbh, if i ever decided to give up drinking/drugs i would just…. be lowkey about it & if someone asked i would just say that im sober instead of like tattooing it on my forehead and shaming every single other person who isnt living exactly as i live. thats just my opinion tho:+)

I was out shopping for an Easter dress for Ana and suits for my sons and you would not believe what happened to me. I was just about to head into Kid Zone when this man approached me, he was handing out his business card. Creepy? Yes. Anyway he then proceeded to tell me that if I ever need advice, that I should give him a call. Like I would ever. I don’t know if my wedding ring is not big enough but i’m thinking of having off the market tattooed on my forehead because this idiot tells me and let me repeat, not having enough sex can put you at risk of anxiety,paranoia and depression.  I honestly think he has a death wish. Would it make me a bad person if I just reported him?” 

What gets me so freaking excited about Jonathan possibly being a virgin Is that Its avoiding the “experienced guy” trope.
AND if Nancy were to take Jonathan’s virginity (speculation kids) that again would be another trope averted (Man takes Woman’s virginity)
I mean because how great would it be to see the roles reversed? Because sometimes Women take Men’s virginities BUT on T.V. its always the other way around.
I just really want to see a guy being awkward, insecure and unsure of what he’s doing instead of the girl

i like to lie to my daddy and tell him crazy things i would never do but i just wanna see his reaction 😂😂 Like i tell him i wanna shave the sides my head off or get a tattoo on my forehead and the way he looks at me always kills me 😂😂💀💀

anonymous asked:

Hey my sexy gypsy!! I'm so pissed off at those losers. How dare they mess up with this beautiful face and body? I sure hope Mickey makes them regret ever touching you. Tell me, which sweet little things Mickey is doing to you while you're so defenseless in bed? We heard of tender, soft kisses all over, just to soothe the pain. That sounds ... therapeutic indeed. 😋

He climbs into bed and cuddles with me alot of the time. He did those things before but we usually would end up having sex, but now we can’t so there is a lot more cuddling. I love it when he strokes my face and puts our foreheads together.. like we are in each other’s heads.

Now we have this thing where he looks at all my tattoos and chooses one and I will tell him the story behind it. I have alot of them so he doesn’t know all the stories yet. It’s fun to share with him and he always traces his fingers over the design while I’m telling him. 

Then there are the not so sweet things he does to me in bed..

anonymous asked:

Joker? What would you tattoo on RG to mark her as yours?

“What a good question my dear. Hmm for her I would give an homage to one of my tattoos since she seems to comment on it so much. I would but a big ol fat ‘fucker’ right across her forehead.”

I really want a fall out boy lyric tattoo….but I wouldn’t be able to choose, I would want all the songs ….so I would just end up with like the lyrics to 20 dollar nose bleed on my thigh….7 minutes in heaven lyrics on my forehead….. Carpal tunnel of love lyrics on my shoulder ….. And so on until my whole body was just fall out boy’s discography….
BUT THEN SOUL PUNK !!? Omg I would need that too… AND TRUANT WAVE AHHHH….. my mom is going to kill me