i'll tell you when i'm over it

Imagine your otp
  • <p> <b></b> Person A and Person B are studying quietly<p/><b>Person A:</b> *looks over at person B's work* "You got it wrong. "<p/><b>Person B:</b> "I'm not falling for it. "<p/><b>Person B:</b> "You always say that so I'll kiss you before you tell me the right answer.. even when it's already right."<p/><b>Person A:</b> "But it's-"<p/><b></b> *Person B cuts them off with a kiss*<p/><b>Person A:</b> *blushing*"It's actually wrong. "<p/></p>

i draw joseph and caesar casually a lot when i’m bored 

bright sessions characters as @wolfpupy tweets
  • joan: i'll tell you one thing, just because it is the least amount of thing i can tell
  • damien: things have only gotten worse since i started making everything worse
  • adam: i've hit my fair share of hay over the years and can safely say that being asleep is better than the alternative, being awake
  • caleb: i'm sure i'm going to ruffle some feathers with this but given the choice between good times and bad times i would like to have the good times
  • chloe: i think i speak for everyone when i say things
  • sam: i did the best with the resources i was given, which was nothing
  • mark: 'guitar solo' sounds lonely to me.. guess thats why im not a famous musician
  • frank: it's all fun and games until it's not that anymore
  • wadsworth: some people just want to watch the world burn, me i don't care either way
  • green: let's turn this sinking ship around and sink the other way

anonymous asked:

I'm terrible terrible terrible with assuming ages of people so I'll be the one carding people in their 30s for alcohol just to be safe and. Why. Do people not carry their IDs? Like ma'am you drove here. Where is you license. You get pulled over and you're fucked. Why. And then I've got to make the call on whether to sell the alcohol because I'm p sure they're over 26-27 or so but they don't have their ID when I ask?

I tell them flat out “I’m sorry I don’t personally know you and you are not going to pay my bills when I get fired and arrested for not checking. So show it or leave”

-Rodney

scarlthesnarl  asked:

“Fifteen bucks you can’t hook up with Satan.” “Make it twenty.” You know.

“Fifteen bucks says you can’t hook up with Satan,” Laila declares after her fourth shot of the night.

Natalie finishes her screwdriver and slams the empty glass on the table between the two.  “Make it twenty,” Natalie says with a type of confidence that only someone completely shitfaced can muster.  She pulls out the pins holding her hair up and shakes the tresses out, turning on her heels sharply and marching over to the bartop where Lucifer is nursing a cocktail of some sort.

“Laila says she doesn’t think I can hook up with you,” Natalie tells him.  Lucifer snorts and glances at his human out of the corner of his yellow eyes.  Or, at least she thinks they’re yellow.  His earrings and eyes are switching places too quickly for her drunk brain to keep track.

“Does she know what we did in the bathroom four hours ago?” Lucifer asks.  

Natalie shrugs and braces her weight against her demon’s arm.  He’s warm and steady and the floor isn’t shaking as much now that he’s supporting her weight.  “I dunno.  If we fuck, I get twenty fucks from her.”

“That’s it?” Lucifer says incredulously, “Twenty bucks? Have I taught you nothing, girl? This is a bet you know you can win, you should’ve raised the stakes up to a hundred at least.”

“It’s too late to go back and change the terms.  Ravage me, Lucifer!” Natalie yells, throwing her arms out and tipping back as gravity-on-alcohol’s-terms hits her.  Lucifer grabs her arm and pulls her close, dropping his head down to hiss in her ear, “You’re drunk.  No.”

“But…but twenty bucks!” Natalie pouts, looping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him.  “We can buy a whole double-fudge sundae with that!”

“…we’re not fucking,” Lucifer begins slowly, shushing Natalie with a glare when she opens her mouth to complain.  “We’re not fucking because you’re drunk, but she doesn’t need to know that.”

“Wait, wh-” Natalie squeals when he throws her over his shoulder and stands up, heading for the door.  Her stomach is twisting and water rises to her mouth in waves.  It’s like being excited but drowning all at once.  The sensation rises in her chest, peaking once they’re outside and walking down the street back home.  She opens her mouth to tell Lucifer and her jaw locks up and-

“…did you just throw up on me?”

“…sorry?”

drug addiction starter sentences
  • "You have a problem!"
  • "I have a problem."
  • "What are those blue lines up your arm?"
  • "Are those track marks?"
  • "What's that powder under your nose?"
  • "Why have you been getting so many nosebleeds lately?"
  • "I found a needle in your drawer."
  • "I found your stash."
  • "How long have you been hiding this from me?"
  • "That's it. It's the drugs or me."
  • "You're going to die or end up in prison."
  • "You've hit rock bottom."
  • "How much did you take?"
  • "It's not that I want to get high anymore. I need it to survive."
  • "It's never been this bad."
  • "I need to talk to you about something I found in your room."
  • "Get that stuff out of my house!"
  • "I'm not mad. I'm just worried about you."
  • "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
  • "It seems like your religion wouldn't allow this."
  • "I have to draw the line. I can't support your habits anymore."
  • "You're just as toxic as what you're putting in your body."
  • "Can you give me a discount?"
  • "You have to get help or we're through."
  • "You lost your job over this stuff, and you're about to lose me too."
  • "I'll always love you, but I sure don't like you when you're high."
  • "I didn't know you were into that stuff."
  • "You said you'd never use a needle."
  • "Thanks for the extra. It really helped me get by this week."
  • "Be honest. Do you love the drugs more than me?"
  • "Rehab would be good for you."
  • "I don't want to spend 70 days just waiting until I can get high again. I'm not going."
  • "It's the only thing that makes me feel anything anymore."
  • "I'm sorry, I'm choosing the drugs."
signs as iconic Hamilton quotes
  • Aries: Speak less, smile more.
  • Taurus: My dog speaks more eloquently than thee.
  • Gemini: Immigrants: we get the job done.
  • Cancer: Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?
  • Leo: Tell the king, “Casse-toi!” Who's the best?
  • C’est moi!
  • Virgo: Hamilton, sit down.
  • Libra: I'm just like my country; I'm young, scrappy, and hungry, and I'm not throwing away my shot.
  • Scorpio: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." And when I meet Thomas Jefferson, I’mma compel him to include women in the sequel.
  • Sagittarius: Sittin' there useless as two shits. Hey, turn around, bend over, I'll show you where where my shoe fits.
  • Capricorn: “Uh… do whatever you want, I’m super dead.”
  • Aquarius: I have never agreed with Jefferson once.
  • We have fought on, like, 75 different fronts.
  • Pisces: Southern motherfucking Democratic-Republicans!

3 weeks guys, just 3 weeks and I’ll be making and posting gifs again. Let me just quickly finish my master thesis…

anonymous asked:

Concerning the grills things. I'm not gonna act fake mad about it. Just like when idols wear braids its one of those things that more annoys me than makes me angry. But if someone ask what I think about it I'll tell them. My problem is more with the fans. They make it 10 times worse. Like just let people vent and be mad. Part 1

Some things I’ve seen from seventeen fans have been extremely ignorant one person said that minorities won’t ever have equal rights in the US because we get mad over things like this. You are pissing people off. Fans who where just annoyed are now angry because of people like that. The Vernon thing would have blown over by now. Fans would have expressed their frustration with it and then moved on but y'all had be defensive. Part 2

You know what the saddest thing is, that even though it’s been 2 years, even though you’ve been with her for over a year, I still miss you. There’s still those nights when I want to text you, when I want to tell you something, when I want you to still care. Those are the nights I still rethink everything and wonder if I fucked up somehow- if our lives would’ve been different. But I can’t change anything, I can’t go back in time. And we’ll never have the future I imagine. I can pretend I’m over you, that I don’t care, but I’ll always hold onto you.
—  Me, 29.6.16

When I see people calling Alien Force/Ultimate Alien/Omniverse Ben 10 “reboots”:

You don’t deserve to call yourself a fan if you can’t tell the difference between continuations and a reboot

Other people: “Omg! Have you heard One Direction’s brand new single?! It’s so good!” “Oh my god how is this One Direction??? This is really good!” “Wow One Direction is actually pretty good!!!” 

Me:

Sarcastic Sentence Starter Meme
  • "Hi, I'm a human! What are you?"
  • "People have a right to be stupid, but you're abusing the privilege."
  • "The best part of my day is when you're not in it."
  • "Sorry, I'm busy right now. Tell me where you will be in 10 minutes; I'll make sure I'm not there."
  • "How about never? Is never good for you?"
  • "Well, who lit the fuse on your tampon?"
  • "Ah, I see the fuck up fairy has visited again."
  • "You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers."
  • "I am already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth."
  • "What am I? Flypaper for freaks?!"
  • "I'm not rude. You're just insignificant."
  • "And your cry-baby whiny-ass opinion would be...?"
  • "I started with nothing and I still have most of it left."
  • "If I throw a stick, will you leave?"
  • "Whatever look you were aiming for, you missed."
  • "Hold on. I'm imagining you with a personality."
  • "Aren't you just a black hole of need?"
  • "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma?"
  • "If you have something to say, raise your hand. Then place it over your mouth."
  • "Have a nice day. Somewhere else."
  • "You possess a mind that's not only twisted, but actually sprained."
  • "I never forget a face but in this case, I'll make an exception."
  • "Nice perfume/cologne. Must you marinate in it?"
  • "Oh wait, I forgot- you're a bitch!"
Vic Fuentes Fan Fiction
****TRIGGER WARNING****  This imagine includes self harm and suicide references. It is not meant to romanticise either thing in anyway, and if you are going through either of these things, please feel free to message me anytime. Um yeah so I wrote this imagine because I was reading some other ones and got inspired, plus there’s nothing better to do between midnight and five in the morning. I’ve never written one before, so tell me if it’s really bad, Everything’s Not Alright:
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So this is it. I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker. I want to phone for help. No, this is what’s best for everyone. I look over to where the note I scrawled earlier lies in the sink, along with the blood stained blade that was clasped in my hand until my hand was too weak to grip it, and it fell on top of my note to Vic. I didn’t want the note make me sound weak, or attention seeking, or selfish, or anything really, I just had to explain. He deserved that at least.  It wasn’t that I thought he’s miss me. I mean, it would shock him, and he would be upset initially. But he could do better. He could do so much better - everyone could. They’d all be better off without me.  So I kept the note simple. ‘Vic,I know you must have some understanding of how I feel, I hear you sing about this kind of thing a lot, I know how you’ve felt, and I’m so glad that’s all behind you now. You’re gonna do so great baby, you’ve still got so much left to give, and I don’t want to hold you back. I can’t hold you back. And that’s why it’s okay that I go. Please don’t feel like you should’ve done something, because I want you to know that you did. You did everything. You were the one person who made me feel beautiful once again. Even if it was just temporarily.I love you so much, and if I mean anything to you, sorry but I’ve made up my mind x’ The pills have begun to kick in, I feel so drowsy now, barely able to keep my eyes open, or focus my mind clearly on anything. Although there is one thing that keeps re-surfacing. I can’t help remembering Vic’s face, when he saw my cuts for the first time, after he came back from a gig one night. I think he genuinely cared. Have I done the right thing? Should I not have taken them? No, it’s okay, he’ll be okay. He’s strong, and he doesn’t need something like me holding him back. He almost didn’t play his show tonight because he’d been worried about me. Well that will be okay now, he won’t have to worry again. He’ll be free. I’ll be free. I’m in that twilight zone now. I’m not     quite            here.  I can hear my heart beat, getting louder and louder. Or is it footsteps coming up the stairs?  Crash. The sound of the bathroom door slamming into the wall behind it made it clear. Vic was home. Shit. I’d hoped to not have to be awake when he got back, but as soon as he came into view, my brain welcomed the image of his soft face.  ’Fuck. Babe, what’ve you done? Wha’. He whispered, because his voice wasn’t quite there. He couldn’t even finish his sentence before his trembling lip lead to a full break down into tears. He leant over me, placed an arm beneath my knees, and one behind my back and left arm, and scooped me up and out of the empty bath, clutching me close.  My drowsy eyes looked up into his, I recognised the desperation. When he spoke this time, it was barely audible, but easy to read on his lips. 'Why?’.  As he came close to breaking down again, I could feel his body quivering underneath me. He lay me down on the floor softly, before the quivering became more rapid, and he started shaking uncontrollably. *Vic’s Point of View* I couldn’t control my breathing, it was rapid and uneven. Why had she done this to herself? How had she done this? How had she carved so many deep cuts into her beautiful body?  Looking around for help, my eyes found the empty pill bottle that had been flung across the floor. As the adrenaline pumped through my body, I sat her up and pressed my fingers to the back of her throat, but she was too drowsy to react. I can’t give up. I begin to pat her increasingly harder on the back, and ram my fingers towards the back of her throat this time. I hesitate for a split second each time I do it, I don’t want to hurt her, I can’t stand being so forceful to something so delicate, but there’s no other way, she needs this to stay alive. I look down at her with such desperation, and yet again force my fingers deep into her mouth, and this time she gags. With sign of hope, I quickly repeat my actions, and finally she wretches, bringing up the contents of her stomach.  *Normal Point of View*  I suddenly begin to feel a lot more real, like I’ve been pulled back into the world. Why? Why did he do this? Couldn’t he see that this was what was best for him? I couldn’t have him constantly worrying about me when I wasn’t with him, that’s no life, and he deserved better. So why would he do this?  He’s still being quite rough with me, after I finish gaging, he cleans me up and lifts me to sit on the edge of the bath, resting me against the wall for the brief moment he turns his back on me, his hand never leaving mine. With his other hand, he quickly reaches into the cupboard and grabs a bottle, spins back round and empties the contents onto my arms, thighs and sides. The pain that had begun to fade with the drowsiness gushes back through my body, into each individual gash. My body jumps as I tense up and yell out in pain, but he grabs me and pulls me in close. After the initial flood of pain subsides, I relax my body a little, and Vic leans me back up against the wall. He says something as he rushes out of the bathroom, but I don’t pay much attention. I feel so exhausted and weak, emotionally and physically. I close my eyes. Vic comes racing back into the room with a huge roll of soft white bandages, and, more gently this time, approaches me and begins to lift my arm and wrap it carefully. Each time I wince he pauses and looks at me apologetically, and each time I give him a weak smile, to let him know I’m okay.  He tends to each part of my torn flesh, then, being careful to avoid touching any of the wounded areas, he lifts me and carries me through to our bedroom.  He lies me down, pulls the blanket up from the bottom of the bed, then wraps my body with his, gently kissing the back of my head. I close my eyes, and fall asleep almost immediately. The few times I wake up, I look around, panicked, but Vic’s still right there, wide awake, holding me tight. The next day, I wake up late in the afternoon, and hear Vic talking to someone downstairs, he sounds as though he’s crying. By the time I gather up the strength to sit up, and get out of bed, Vic has come in, his phone in his hand.  I smile at him, and he rushes over and sits me back down, he can see I’m trembling with the effort of standing.  'Who was that on the phone?’ I ask. 'Oh, you heard? I wasn’t sure that you were awake.’ 'I only heard you just as you were hanging up’. He looks at the floor, then up at me. 'It was Tony,’ he says, 'he says he’s coming over to see how you are. He was, uh, devistated when I told him.’ 'You told Tony?!’ I wasn’t annoyed at Vic, but Tony had been my best friend since we were kids, and he’s already dealt with enough of my shit. 'All the guys knew what I suspected when I left the gig last night, I’m sorry. I did try and tell him you probably wouldn’t be up for seeing anyone, but he said he had to see you. He sounded desperate.’ 'It’s okay Vic, it’ll be okay seeing him. I guess I’ll have to clean myself up a bit then’, I say, as I glance in the mirror on the wall. 'I look like utter shit.’ He’s about to say something, when I stand up, and with all the strength I can gather, walk across to my dressing table, and pick up my hairbrush. I begin to lift the brush to my head, but my arms feel so heavy today. Seeing me struggle, Vic comes over. 'Here,’ he says, as he sits me down on the floor at the end of the bed, and he sits on the bed. Then he carefully takes the loose bun which he must have tied last night, unties the band, and begins to brush my hair gently. I let my head fall back onto his lap as he continues to brush my hair slowly, and after a while, I feel him begin to tremble. Although I’m facing away from him, I can feel him crying. Here it comes. 'Why did you do it babe?!’ he blurts out. I begin to tremble as well, and tears fill my eyes, but I remain silent. 'I don’t… I can’t… I mean… What if I’d got home five minutes later? What if you’d taken the pills five minutes earlier? What if you’d done something that killed you instantly? I just can’t help thinking about all these what ifs!’ I want to say something, I want to explain, but I can’t. The back of my throat starts to sting, and no words come out. But then, all of a sudden, my words find me again.  'I couldn’t do it anymore! I couldn’t live my life watching you be, well, you, and know that you had to put up with me everyday. You’re beyond perfect and I don’t even compare to you, and if you weren’t going to let me break up with you for your own sake, I had to find another way of freeing you!'  His hands had stopped brushing my hair now, and he pulls his legs up into his chest and rests his head into his knees. It was obvious he was in floods of tears, but I couldn’t face him, I couldn’t see him like that, it would break me. 'You don’t need to be perfect, because you’re perfect for me! I don’t go out with you because I feel sorry for you, or because I feel like I can’t break up with you, or because you’re best friends with Tony, or for any other reason, it because I’m so fucking deeply, madly, stupidly in love with you okay?!’ He was yelling pretty loud, and he realises. His voice becomes more gentle as he slides down onto the floor next to me, and touches my cheek for me to look at him. 'I’m so fucking in love with you, and I couldn’t live if anything happened to you.’ 'I’m sorry,’ I whisper through my tears, and he pulls me in close and presses his face against mine. *A couple of hours later*  The doorbell rings, and Vic gets up from lying behind me on the sofa. I hear him unlatch the door, and as soon as it opens, Tony throws himself into Vic’s arms, giving him a reassuring hug. Their hug lasts for at least a minute, then I hear Tony ask where I am. He runs through to the sitting room doorway, where he sees me, and stops. We make eye contact, and I can see the sadness in his eyes. He walks across the room, and as I sit up, he flings himself around me. I wince as the cuts in my body twinge, but smile. He holds me tight, like he has so many times before, then, when he eventually pulls back, looks me straight in the eye, and smiles. 'Im so glad you’re okay’. He kisses me on the forehead, then rejoins Vic, who was stood watching from the doorway.  As I lie back down, I can hear them talking in the kitchen, they both sound so emotional, I can’t believe I did this to them.  That night in bed, I roll over to face Vic, who’s eyes are closed, but I know he is awake.  'I love you so much.’ I whisper. His eyes remain closed, but he smiles. 'I love you too babe, more than you could ever imagine.’
I HAVE FINISHED

The first draft (if you can still call it that when I edit as I write) of the second chapter of The Sleepless Wake is finally done! \(;v;)/

Of course, I still need to edit it more, and then my beta reader will take a look at it, and then if she doesn’t kill me for writing it I’ll possibly have to make more edits, but then! At long last, I’ll be able to post it!

Depending on how many changes I need to make and how big those changes are, this might take a few weeks? But I’m hopeful it won’t be much longer.

Man this chapter has been a challenge! Thanks for all your patience! And I apologize in advance, uhuhu~

Harry Potter Characters as Hamilton Quotes
  • Harry Potter: "If there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died, I'm willing to wait for it."
  • Hermoine Granger: "You want a revolution? I want a revelation!"
  • Ron Weasley: "This is not the moment, it's the movement where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went."
  • Ginny Weasley: "You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied."
  • Luna Lovegood: "I am inimitable, I am an original."
  • Neville Longbottom: "I am not throwing away my shot!"
  • Cho Chang: "Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep lovin' anyway."
  • Draco Malfoy: "I am the one thing in life I can control!"
  • Fred Weasley: "I may not live to see our glory, but I've seen wonders great and small!"
  • George Weasley: "I'm just like my country, I'm young, scrappy, and hungry."
  • Dean Thomas: "I’m runnin’ with the Sons of Liberty and I am lovin’ it! See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians!"
  • Seamus Finnigan: "Yo, let's steal their canons!"
  • Lee Jordan: "Turn around, bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits!"
  • Cedric Diggory: "We're gonna teach 'em how to say goodbye."
  • Fleur Delacour: "I came from afar just to say “Bonsoir!” Tell the Dark Lord “Casse toi!” Who’s the best? C’est moi!"
  • Oliver Wood: "Can we get back to Quidditch?" "Please?!"
I look at her and I cannot speak, even this feeling I have that makes me think I’ll burst cannot form words in my mouth. I am enraptured by her beauty, smitten by her soul, and enthralled by the reality of who she is. She is so much to me, and I have finally found the moon to my stars, the sea to my ocean, and the flowers to my Spring. She holds my hand, and I know that I have found the heart that beats to the rhythm of my own.
—  T.B. LaBerge // I like you and I miss you

lemme tell you the advantages of shipping delitoonz

1. you don’t have to wait weeks to see them play together

2. gay (explicit) jokes in nearly every vid

3. they know each other for over 15 years and care for each other deeply

4. they give each other expensive gifts

5. they are fucking adorable

6. it’s still red and blue pairing because Cartoonz chose red  colour to represent himself, so yeey

not to mention you don’t have to bathe in misery of watching their vids repeatedly because there’s nothing new to look at, before you go through all their vids together, they’ll have 15 new vids out.lol