i'm having a situation right now

  • Me: why do I feel so sad right now
  • My brain: you're a human being with emotions and a lot of stuff going on in your life, on top of that you have a known history with depression which means sometimes you have moods that don't necessarily reflect your situation, and you've just got to be patient through the times when your contentment lies fallow
  • Me: no that doesn't sound right
  • My brain: oh shit then maybe we should buy like ten dollars worth of candy
  • Me: that seems right, that feels right, I'm glad we had this talk
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I don’t know where to begin with this, so I’ll just jump right into it. Below the cut is a screenshot of a fic posted today in the Voltron tag. 

[Image description: Screenshot from the mobile ao3 page, taken on my phone. It includes the title of the fic, the author, the added tags, and the author’s summary of the fic.]

(Trigger warnings: Pedophilia, sh@ladin content, unhealthy relationships, sexual content (described in the fic’s tags), underage sex, statutory rape of a toddler)

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The 2ps as shit my friends (and family[and me]) have said pt.  2
  • 2p America: Listen bucko I've seen more pussy in my 17 years of life than you ever will
  • 2p England: The first time I tried to cook I caught an oven mitt on fire and burned an orange. Don't ask how because I don't know either
  • 2p China: If you can't remember my name you can call me ling-ling or dumpling, I don't care
  • 2p France: I will literally break your finger if it comes any closer to my face
  • 2p Russia: *pouring 4 packets of sugar into a cup of tea* it's 6 in the morning and I went to bed at 4. I have so many regrets
  • 2p Canada: I'm going to slit the tires on my neighbor's car if he doesn't stop coming onto our land I swear to fucking god
  • 2p Italy: *breaks finger after catching a football**completely monotone* it seems that I'm in a bit of a situation. How unfortunate. Now, if you'll excuse me *goes to the nurse crying his eyes out*
  • 2p Germany: Yeah, I can speak German. Eat meine Dick
  • 2p Japan: The only thing darker than my soul is my hair
  • 2p Romano: *in response to 'you should wear a suit to bed'* you're right, I'll look dapper as fuck while I take a napper as fuck
  • 2p Austria: I can play skrillex on my ukulele
  • 2p Prussia: *nearly in tears* she took my flower crown
How the first episode of the Defenders should go:
  • *Luke is let out of prison*
  • Luke: Thanks you guys, it's good to be free again-who the hell are you two?
  • *points at Matt and Danny*
  • Jessica: Don't look at me, I don't know either. All I know is that Claire needs our help.
  • Claire: Okay, Luke, Jessica, this might sound strange but we have a situation on our hands.
  • Luke: Claire...please. I'm a walking bulletproof man.
  • Jessica: And I took down a man with mind control powers.
  • Luke: Exactly. You'd have to really TRY in order to weird us out anymore.
  • Claire: Okay, in that case, I'm gonna let Matt and Danny explain what's happening.
  • *Matt and Danny step up*
  • Matt: The city is under attack from an ancient, Japanese cult of ninja called "The Hand".
  • Danny: Right now, they're trying to harness the power of the "Black Sky" from a woman named Elektra Natchios, who was killed but later resurrected through a blood ritual involving some weird, ancient pod.
  • Matt: Also, Elektra's my ex-girlfriend. And she's part of an ancient organization called "The Chaste", who are the Hand's nemesis.
  • Danny: Oh, and did I mention that I was raised in a mythical city by monks and I can charge my fist with mystical chi energy?
  • Matt: And I'm blind but my senses have been heightened to the point that I don't need sight. Oh yeah, and I'm Daredevil aka the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Are you with us so far?
  • Luke: ...
  • Jessica: ...I need a drink.
  • Luke: Same.

anonymous asked:

Do you think we can hope for syco tondo their job for the next single or were just fooling ourselves into thinking Louis got a better deal compared the past?! I'm so anxious for him :(

I’m hoping Syco will do their job this time.

And I don’t know that anyone is “fooling themselves” about his label situation. Those that aren’t furiously freaking out about it right now are just holding off until something specific happens.

I mean, we all hate Syco, but recognize that Sonny Takhar has left and Simon Cowell is now minority owner. So Tyler Brown (new head of Syco) and Rob Stringer (CEO of Sony Music) MIGHT have made some changes and MIGHT actually do right by Louis.


So we’re waiting until they fuck up before the Army of Bees goes on a rampage.

I was thinking about this yesterday. If we see that they’re not doing Louis right - again - it’s gonna get ugly. Uglier. Because while Harry has the largest amount of fans out of all the boys, Louis has the most dedicated and passionate. And we’ve been angry and frustrated for a LONG TIME. And whatever happens with Louis going forward, happens just to Louis. They can’t roll out cute Niall pics or OT4 interaction to calm us down.

We can and will go nuclear on their asses. I hope they know that. And I hope that they are very, very afraid.

OK I know this has been brought up a lot already, but since his mother is technically a Disney princess….. does this mean Kylo Ren = actual Disney prince Ben Organa-Solo ?? ?

aand to no-one’s surprise this emo space prince is my most terrible of faves

My Olicity heart is so alive right now.

It’s not just the promo (that’s a vicious damn lie and I hit the keys on my keyboard very aggressively as I typed ‘that’s a vicious damn lie’) but it was also how they each saw things in 5x19, as separate individuals outside of Olicity:


We always knew they were going to walk in each other’s shoes, that it was what they both needed to do in order to understand each other better, but I didn’t fully grasp just how much of their own personal experience they’d be bringing to the table. Of course Felicity thinks Oliver should be on her side, should understand her sacrifice and why she’s doing this. That’s all he’s done, that’s all he’s ever done and it’s only him who can see the price, not the people outside of it, including Felicity. And of course Oliver should be trying to stop her, because he knows what that sacrifice entails, because he knows it’s not worth it, not if it means the price of your soul.

It’s so beautiful, and so Olicity, and I’m just… 

Originally posted by forbeautifulpeopletv

They need to understand each other before they can come back together and tonight was a giant explosion on everything they haven’t been facing or talking about, not just as a couple, but as friends, as partners, as individuals.

I can’t wait for next week. This was the perfect primer for all of the cropped up issues we’ve all known were there and that both Oliver and Felicity have been ignoring and they are going to be forced into a life-or-death situation, with no choice to hide, no choice to run.

It’s going to be so glorious!

My Olicity heart is so full right now.

moowsi  asked:

*Curtsies* Dear Duke, I'm actually having a quarter-life crisis. I just finished undergrad and am completly lost to what to do now. I'm not even sure in what area I really want to work and whenever someone asks me about my future I get depressed and sad and anxious. I considered taking a year off but have no idea what I would do with my free time. Do you have any advice for this situation? I'm just very lost. Thanks for your time.

*Curtsies* I think your instinct to take a year off is probably the right one, because the last thing you want to do is throw yourself into a career or a graduate degree you’re not even sure you want to pursue. It’s okay if you don’t have a plan nailed down for that gap year. That then just becomes the first thing you sit down and iron out. The first concern is probably going to be getting some sort of job so you can feed and clothe yourself. And here’s the thing: it doesn’t have to be a stepping stone to your dream career. All work experience is good and there’s nothing at all wrong with taking a job (or two) with hourly wages. The year after I graduated I worked three and sometimes four of those jobs, and not at any point did I feel like I was wasting my time, partly because I tried to find jobs doing things I was at least interested in. I worked in a bookstore, a wine bar, and for two different theatre companies. Those were all things I enjoyed and jobs I learned a lot from. So that’s the first thing. Don’t expect to be making $60,000 a year, but find a job that’ll keep you engaged and afloat so you can pursue other stuff without starving. 

That’s part two, the pursuing other stuff. If you’re feeling lost and like what you don’t know what to do, take the pressure off yourself for a year and experiment. Figure it out. Research career options for someone with your degree. Take a stab at artistic interests you haven’t had the time to explore. Look into different grad school options if that’s something that appeals to you. Do some volunteering. I don’t know. All I know is that a gap year is only a good thing if you do something with it. I’m not saying you have to solve world hunger or paint a masterpiece, but a year down the line you don’t want to look back on it and feel like you just wasted a year of your life. So brainstorm. Talk to friends and family who know you well. Do some soul-searching, and when you find yourself saying, “Maybe I’d like to do that,” learn more. Go try it. 

Here’s the last thing I’d say to you: Nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing at age 22, so don’t freak out thinking you’re a failure or any of that, because you’re not. Everybody has some sort of identity crisis in their twenties. It’s scary, yes, but it’s also totally normal. Chin up. You’ll be fine. 


some ref things of the smallest mobster’s clothes because idek i love drawing clothes and i love the dumpy bean so ???


-sans’s shirt is too big for him, which is why the shoulder seams are lower than they “should” be. his jackets (excluding his casual coat) are more-or-less properly fitted so the shoulder seams of those are where they actually should be.

-he also has a nice brimmed hat that goes with his regular suit, but i don’t like drawing him with it :’)

-i used a baby browning as reference for the gun. i know absolutely nothing about guns but i figured sans would need a tiny one for his baby hands (though a baby browning might actually be too small even for him). please meditate on the image of how teeny tiny that gun would be in the big hands of, say, toriel.

-sans doesn’t wear elevator shoes, he’s short but it doesn’t bother him. (also they didn’t work)

-i don’t know if a situation where sans would have to wear that Very Formal white tie suit would ever actually arise because the gang is very much not one of those rich and influential corleone-esque crime families with great mansions where they throw huge fancy parties, but hey, you never know c: spoiler: i just wanted to draw him in a white tie ensemble

  • ban ryu: alright then han sung. since you say you're that smart, solve this without using any calculator. find the arc length of three x times the square root of seven minus two from x equals zero to one half.
  • han sung: *stares at equation while deeply thinking* well, there are two 'twos' in the equation- minus two and the denominator from the one half. the number two sounds like the letter 'u', and u is between the letters 't' and 'v' in the alphabet.
  • han sung: but tvs aren't really relevant anymore because everybody has computers now, so it's kind like... if you have two tvs, what is it even-
  • han sung: *out loud* four.
  • ban ryu:
  • han sung:
  • ban ryu: ... that's right...
I'm sorry, quick Last Knight spoiler, but

“We were brothers once.” WHERE DID THIS COME FROM. GOD MEGS, YOU’RE RANDOMLY SENTIMENTAL IN THIS FILM. (Like that Starscream thing??)

WHY didn’t Optimus immediately be like “Bitch the fuck are you talking about right now, stay on the situation at hand please for the love of the primes…” I would have fallen from my chair, lol…

datanullyx  asked:

First line prompt: "Mulder, I've told you before - I'm not doing that without some *serious* persuasion first - or a stiff drink."

“Mulder, I’ve told you before: I’m not doing that without some serious persuasion first… or a stiff drink.“  Scully stands immovable, arms tightly crossed, in the secluded corner of the Gunmen’s lair into which Mulder had led her, moments ago.  He looms over her now, invading her space, trying to sway her with his puppy-dog expression.

“Please, Scully?” he begs.  “It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”

“That was different, Mulder,” she hisses. “That was a life-or-death situation. You didn’t have time to really look.”

“Maybe not right at that moment,” Mulder says, “but don’t forget….”  He taps the side of his head. “Eidetic memory, Scully.  Trust me, I’ve had plenty of time to appreciate the view in the time since Antarctica.”  Scully narrows her eyes dangerously.

“Even if you’ve seen it,” she counters, “none of these people have.”  She waves her arm in a sweeping gesture at the crowded room behind Mulder, where the Lone Gunmen’s party is in full swing.

“Mulder, get your ass back over here!” yells Frohike from across the room.  He and Langly stand at the far end of the ridiculously high-tech light-up beer pong table the boys had constructed for the event.  At the closer end, Byers waits nervously for Mulder to rejoin him.

“Scully, I’m begging you,” Mulder pleads.  “Byers and I have never beaten Frohike and Langly before.  We’re so close.”

“Mulder, no.”

“I’ve got five hundred dollars riding on this game. Come on, Scully.  I’ll cut you in.”  Scully bites her lower lip, mulling this over.

“Fifty-fifty?” she asks.  Mulder scoffs.

“For helping with the final shot of a three-match tournament?  I don’t think so.”

“Then forget about it,” Scully says, and tries leave their secluded corner to rejoin the party.  Mulder drops his arm as she’s ducking under it, catching her around the waist.

“Okay, fine,” he hisses in her ear. “Fifty-fifty.”  Scully looks at him intently a moment longer; then, she nods decisively.

“Done,” she says, and together, they join Byers at the beer pong table.  Frohike laughs as Scully positions herself between Mulder and Byers.

“Is she supposed to be your good-luck charm?” he asks.  “Sorry, boys, lovely though she may be, it’s gonna take more than luck to make me miss this shot.”  He pushes Langly aside to give himself more room to maneuver, and lifts the ping pong ball in his right hand, closing one eye and squinting at the array of cups on the opposite end of the table.  He aims once… twice… and as he brings his wrist forward for the third time, less than a second before he releases the ball, Scully grabs the hem of her tank top and yanks it upwards.

Frohike’s eyes go saucer-wide behind his glasses, and his arm stutters in its arc.  The ping pong ball sails clean over Scully’s shoulder, and Mulder and Byers burst into cheers on either side of her, high fiving each other over her head.  Mulder picks up Scully in a tight hug and whirls her around.

“No fair!” protests Langly.  

“You agreed on the rules, guys,” says Mulder. “No holds barred on distractions, as long as the other team doesn’t touch the table or anything on it.” Langly looks down to his teammate, waiting for Frohike to come to his aid… but Frohike is smiling dazedly across the table at Scully.

“Let it go, man,” he says with a happy sigh. “Either way, I feel like I won.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine IronFalcon in the 'my Nana thought you're my boyfriend so now I have to bring you to thanksgiving dinner or I'm pretty sure she's going to hate me forever' situation where they're good friends who have to pretend to be boyfriends, and then becoming boyfriends for real.

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“So you don’t have actual plans for Thanksgiving, right?”

Tony glanced up as Sam sat down next to him, fingers already tapping nervously over the textbooks for their shared lit class.

“Actual plans?” he echoed, and Sam nodded. “You mean like, actual plans besides the ‘annoy the shit out of Howard until Mom asks me to stop’ plans I already mentioned?”

Sam nodded again.

“No,” Tony said slowly. “No actual plans.”

“Good, good. So uh, I have a situation.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed, suspicious and wary. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this….”

“Stop quoting Star Wars at me,” Sam said, then blurted, “Nana thinks you’re my boyfriend and demanded I bring you to Thanksgiving dinner so she can finally meet you.”

“She… what? How’d she get that idea?” Tony yelped, eyes going wide and panicked.

“I don’t know!” Sam said back desperately. “She just did, okay, and she’s so happy about meeting you and I am pretty sure if I show up without you that she’s going to hate me forever! Tony!” Sam whined. “I can’t have my nana hating me forever, she makes the best pies and she’ll not make my favorite for me if she’s despairing that we’re not actually dating!”

Tony made a rough noise, like a scoff. “She’ll hate us both if you lie to her!”

“Only a little bit!”

“This is a bad idea,” Tony insisted.

“It’s just for Thanksgiving! You’ll get free food out of it! I’ll buy you all the coffee you want for the rest of the semester!”

Tony paused, giving him an incredulous look. “Finals are coming up. That’s a horrible promise to make, Sam.”

“I am that desperate,” Sam said seriously. “Please?”

After a moment, Tony sighed, caving. “Alright, alright,” he muttered. “I’ll pretend to be your damn boyfriend, even though I think this is a horrible idea.”

“Thank you,” Sam gushed, hugging Tony for a moment before sitting back and opening his textbook. “Okay. Now that that crisis is over, on to this one.”

Tony grumbled, but opened his book as well.

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  • Gabriel: *laying in bed* I'm not geting up. I'll stay in here forever.
  • Nathalie: *unmoved* Sir, you can't have a crisis right now! Your schedule is already full.

Please guys, I know most of you guys not be religious but please. I have never been more torn up about a situation than I am about this one. I’m begging all of my followers just keep him in your thoughts even if you just think about him once or twice a day just keep him in the back of your head. And I know the whole bts festa ordeal is going on right now but again I’m begging you guys just pray for his family and friends and just yg in general.

miamorbarba  asked:

61 and 79 with barba??? i'm so excited to see what else you right, i love your first piece already!

Prompts: “If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me,” and “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” 

You didn’t notice him at first, in the midst of your busy life it was easy to miss someone like him. For a while, his actions were missed by your colleagues as well, your attention never focusing itself on him. It wasn’t until you started receiving the pictures and notes, did you finally understand the situation you were in. This was your first time dealing with this problem, the very idea of what could possibly happen scared you half to death. As you glanced through the black and white photographs, you could easily spot yourself in every single picture, some of them in the company of other members of your squad. You were fully ready to hand these over to your Lieutenant if it wasn’t for the scrawled threats written in bright red marker across the photographs. Each of them were different from the last; however, they mostly centered around the one person you valued more than a friend: Rafael Barba. Of course, as a police officer working in sex crimes, you knew first hand about what these psychos were capable of—yet, you couldn’t help but comply with his orders to keep silent. He meant everything to you, the only good thing that has entered your life in the past few years.

Ever since moving from your hometown into the big city, things have been a roller coaster of ups and downs. Changing from a small town cop, into one that works for the Special Victims Unit of New York City.  You have seen some horrible sights, from child molesters to serial rapists, everything that brought out the very worst in humanity. These cases began to weigh heavily on your conscience, leading you to believe that even as a police officer, there was so much darkness in the world. You were troubled to say the least, and couldn’t help but spend every waking hour thinking about the haunted faces of the victims.

Enter Rafael Barba, the Assistant District Attorney for the Special Victims Unit. It isn’t in his nature to be the most welcoming of people, nor is it to be the kindest; however, underneath that tough exterior, he is nothing but a big teddy bear. He constantly keeps you on your toes, his quick puns and sarcastic comments easily keeping you on your toes. When you’re with him, even for a second you can forget about everything you’ve witnessed and just relax. He was your rock, anchoring you to the pleasantries in the world instead of the tragedies. Little by little you began to rely on him, trust him and open up to him. Before long, the two of you were more than just co-workers, or occasionally people that converse together. You could only assume that there has always been an underlying attraction to him. Despite him being at least a couple of years your senior, there was just something about him that just drew you in. He was your friend, someone you cared deeply for, and you were not going to allow some psycho destroy the one thing you valued most.

And for the next few weeks you lived with this secret, constantly looking over your shoulder, knowing full well that someone was watching you. Your actions did not go unnoticed, your partner, Sonny Carisi—easily picking up on your sudden uneasiness and jumpiness. In order to keep you secret, you merely brushed off his attempts, driving more distance between you and your partner. It was for his own safety as well as Rafael’s, and despite the long frown he gave you, he then proceeded to back off. However, he wasn’t the only one who noticed your offstandish behavior, and three times you were called into Olivia’s office to explain what was bothering you. You continued your stance of silence; however, that soon became not enough for the perpetrator.

The threats began to escalate,  growing and growing until you couldn’t take it anymore. You were in a constant fear for your life, an uneasy feeling and one that left you in a near state of disarray. It wasn’t hard for anyone to notice your state of uneasiness, and you were constantly asked if anything was bothering you. Between the constant questioning and the sleepless nights, you were beginning to lose your focus at work and attention to detail on the job. While it wasn’t the best, you were making the best of it and drinking as much caffeine as you could stomach. However, your reckless behavior was beginning to get out of hand, concerning Rafael. It wasn’t until you had a few drinks with him and drunkenly ranted about your issues, did he finally understand what was going on. And after waking up with a terrible hangover, did he scold you for being such an imbecile.

From there on, the Special Victims’ Squad overtook your case, and a squad car was posted outside your door and Rafael’s till your stalker was caught. Even though you drunkenly made the mistake of exposing your secret you felt ten times better for telling someone rather than deal with this burden of fear alone. For a couple of days, they canvassed the area looking for anyone that seemed suspicious and that was hanging around your apartment. During this time, Rafael seemed to hang longer around you and closer by your side. Especially after you were mugged in the middle of the night, an unknown assailant—who was later identified as your stalker—beat you and attempted to sexually assault you. Of course, as an officer of the law, you managed to put up a fight, so much so, that you even managed to get some of his DNA underneath your fingernails. From then on, he insisted on walking you to and from work, and occasionally asking if you wanted to stay over at his apartment.  And you weren’t the only one to notice this latest revelation, as you received the sly smiles from Finn and Sonny, as well as the encouraging words of advice from Rollins. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this affectionate side of him, and as bad as it is to admit it, you were going to miss this side of him when the stalker was caught.

And that day came sooner than you thought it would, as the team tracked down a man they believed to be your stalker. You weren’t allowed to be inside the room while the interrogation was taking place, which nearly killed you, but pacing around the hallways was enough to keep you occupied. Sonny had given you only bits and pieces of information, explaining that he was a wealthy businessman and that he was definitely not confessing to your assault or stalking you. Yet, they were holding him on the  minor charge of unlawful surveillance, as they continued to interrogate and attempt to draw the confession out of the businessman. It was a game to him, as he toyed with the detectives inside the interrogation room.  Yet as the interrogation slowly approached the twenty-four hour mark, they finally broke him, and he confessed to all his crimes against you.

You couldn’t describe the overwhelming sense of relief you felt upon hearing the news, yet, you noticed there was only one who seemed dissatisfied with the perp’s confession. Barba stood outside the interrogation room, looking through the glass with his arms crossed. You approached him slowly, standing next to him and looking into the one-way glass. The perp was lead out of the room, and despite confessing to his crimes, he had a smug smile on his lips. His reasoning for this smile was later revealed in a few seconds, as he grabbed an officer’s gun and aimed it directly at you, before pulling the trigger. The bullet grazed you in the shoulder as you collapsed to your knees. You were vaguely aware of a second shot ringing out, before abundance of commotion around you. Despite the ringing in your ear, you managed to hear Rafael as he bent down next to you, and grasped your arm.

“You’ve been shot, but you’re safe now. I’ve got you.” With his hand pressed firmly against your wound, he helped you up. There, you took in the scenery before you. The perp was being lead away once again in cuffs, and before the officers could manage to get him down to central booking, Rafael had a few choice words for the perp. In the midst of the chatter surrounding the room, it made it quite difficult to hear exactly what he was saying, but you could only assume it was something along the lines of “If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me” and other threats like that. The perp loss all sense of smugness he had before and to the delight of Rafael, seemed to take his threats seriously.

The Assistant District Attorney then made his way back to your side and grasped your hand. Despite the blood loss you sustained, you could feel your heart nearly bursting out of your chest, as you grinned from ear-to-ear. And a quick squeeze of his hand was enough to reaffirm your feelings, as he gave you one of his rare smiles, before helping you to the nearest hospital.

anonymous asked:

has francis ever ended up in a bad situation, being an omega?

Francis: Most alphas will leave omegas alone if they don’t have any interest in them.