i'm just gonna enjoy this while i can

  • Aaron: Stop shoving me, I've just woke up.
  • Robert: Yeah, but you're supposed to be catching up with Adam.
  • Aaron: Not until later. Especially when we could be catching up more in bed.
  • Robert: Yeah, well, I'm later than late, so...
  • Aaron: Come on, work can wait. You'll have no distractions for months while I'm banged up.
  • Robert: It's gonna be weeks, not months.
  • Aaron: Let's just enjoy my last day, come on. (KISS)
  • Adam: Yo, let's go!
  • Aaron: Go where?
  • Adam: Er... for a ride! Oh, come on. You said we could hang out.
  • Aaron: No, I said I'd see you tomorrow.
  • Robert: Go on. I'm off out anyway.
  • Aaron: Well, I'll just stay here with my mum and Liv.
  • Chas: No. Go on, Adam, tell him the truth. You need a hand.
  • Adam: Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
  • Chas: Yeah, Moira's down a couple of workers and she's sitting Jack later, so she really needs the help. Go on. Go and be Moira's hero. But make sure you are back in time for your dinner.
  • Robert: Yeah, 2:30 sharp.
  • Aaron: Are you sure you can't ditch work?
  • Robert: I swear I'm gonna make it up to you. I'll see you at dinner. And don't be late.
INFJ Thing

You know that moment when you’re not attracted to anyone and you’re just going through life enjoying being single and knowing that your friends care about you?

It’s the best feeling ever. I’m complete on my own and I finally believe it.

Indefinite hiatus

Hey guys,

I know I’ve made a million posts saying that I’m not gonna be here for a while, but I figured I should write up an actual post for those who actually care, lol. I’m on mobile so I can’t add a read more link so I hope that doesn’t bother anyone.

So I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda tired of being here. For the past few months, I’ve had the best time and really enjoyed being here because I had people to talk to, but it just seems that the people I used to talk to aren’t really ever online anymore. Which is fine, everybody has their own lives and shit to deal with and I totally understand and relate to that, it also doesn’t help that I’m on the other side of the world so 14 hour timezone differences are a thing.

Another reason I’m just so tired of being here is because half of my dash is filtered out and restricted, which really sucks because pretty much every single blog I used to love to check up on contains “inappropriate content”. I can’t change that, and I’m pretty much locked out of everything until I turn 18 later this year. It’s frustrating checking up on this blog only to see next to nothing load on my dash and to see the majority of posts from my favourite blogs filtered and restricted. There’s nothing I can do about that except wait it out, and I just don’t care enough anymore to do that.

Also, I just don’t have the time to be here anymore like I used to. Most people here don’t really know anything about me, but I’m graduating high school in a few months and I’ve never been more stressed and pressured in my entire life. It’s been really affecting my whole mental and emotional wellbeing and I just don’t feel the same like I used to. I’m not really happy about anything and I just don’t care about a lot of things that aren’t related to school anymore either. I know there are bigger problems in life so mine may seem insignificant, but the education system over here places so much pressure on students and basically teaches them that if you don’t do well in Highschool, then you’re more or less fucked for the rest of your life. They set you up for failure and teach you that how well you do in Highschool defines how you live the rest of your life, and that’s really fucked with my head but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Also, @riley-annette, I know I said to you a few days ago when you reached out to me that I wouldn’t be gone permanently, but I don’t know if I’m able to still keep that promise. I don’t know how long this indefinite hiatus will last but don’t expect me to be here for quite a few months, three at the very minimum. Thank you for reaching out to me when nobody else did, I really love and appreciate you for that, so much.

But yeah that more or less sums it up. I’m not happy anymore and I just don’t want to be here when I know it’ll probably make it worse. I also don’t want to vent my problems out on here (which I just did but I figured if there is anyone who really cares, I owed them this explanation). I totally understand if anyone wants to unfollow me, I hold no grudge against you since it’s my own fault this all happened anyway.

Something else too, I’m not sure if I’ll be using twitter much. I don’t really care for it much anymore either but don’t be totally surprised if you see a few tweets here and there. If anybody really wants to contact me then I’ll be on my other blog @aspectss. I’m always up for a chat so please, if you want to talk to me then please do.

Anyway, thank you all for the fun and enjoyable moments I’ve had on here and to the people I used to speak to but don’t so much anymore, thanks for making my time here worthwhile. I really, really appreciate it. I hope to see everyone again soon, and hopefully when I do come back I’ll be able to see people’s posts again.

anonymous asked:

I'm a little upset I can't really read 17776, since I have bad attention deficiency, but I'm really happy that y'all're liking it; Astrology is one of my special interests! Hopefully it isn't ruined before I can finally get into it.

(did u mean astronomy?)

and there should be some youtube read alongs or something soon hopefully!!

but god yeah i love it so much?? i love space but i also love reading tons of text and i also love the concept of time and purpose and fate and immortality and god i’m just a huge fucking nerd for All of this it’s perfect

Thoughts we all had while watching 'Thriller'
  • Michael Jackson: Honestly. We're out of gas
  • Ola Ray: So what are we gonna do now?
  • Us: THEY'RE GONNA FUCK
  • Us: Oh no never mind. They're just walking
  • . . . . .
  • Ola Ray: Can we get outta here?
  • Michael Jackson: No I'm enjoying this!
  • Ola Ray: Well I can't watch.
  • Us: Michael's probably thinking 'Hell girl go ahead. I'm gonna stay here and watch this shit.... damn it I should probably go follow her. Don't wanna lose that ass.'
  • . . . . .
  • Us: IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY WATCHED THEMSELVES ON THE MOVIE SCREEN???
  • . . . . .
  • Ola Ray: *Screams*
  • Michael Jackson: What's the problem?
  • Us: THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOU JUST TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE AND DANCED LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL AND NOW EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL. LIKE WHERE THE HELL DID THE ZOMBIES GO? WHY IS OLA SCREAMING? I'M CONFUSED
  • . . . . .
  • Michae Jackson: Come on. I'll take you home *turns around with werewolf eyes*
  • Us: I FUCKING KNEW IT

kemloric replied to your link

YOU WROTE THE FIC!!! I just finished catching up to what you have so far of CL this morning; can’t wait to read more about this universe!

YES!! To be fair, I’ve had it written for a while, I just needed to edit it and was waiting for a lull in my writing to post it lol. I’m so excited you’re caught up!! Enjoy the rest of the stuff :)

anonymous asked:

i like to think that Dettlaff gets quiet around the woman he fancies, like he'd rather observe her for a little while before engaging

I can totally imagine it, anon! Of course, not a creepy quiet, but like engaged and interested, a hanging on every word quiet. Silently noticing their body language and enjoying the way this potential mate wets their lips before taking a drink or absent-mindedly moves that loose strand of hair from their eye, or how their heart races when he captures their gaze. Yes, anon. Just yes.

anonymous asked:

You're my prime source of Rob and Rich related gossip. Keep it up ;)

i’ll show this message to rob next week and be like “HIRE ME AS SOCIAL MAVEN. look. SEE!? THIS ONE PERSON–THIS–rob where are yOU WHERE!! ARE YOU GOING. GET BACK HERE”

rich will be a harder egg to crack but i’ll get them both sooner or later

Anonymous said:

I just love when you watch recordings of panels and one of the castmembers says something embarrassing and they say “I’m so glad noone is recording this and that it won’t end up on YouTube” or something along those lines, especially if they just look straight at the camera. They’re on to us.

my favorite part is during the rules and regulations, the rule “NO RECORDING! do not record the panels! but in the case that you do!!!! record in landscape. who has a TV that’s vertical??? no one. that’s so hard to watch. do you want it to be hard for us to watch? please. landscape. that means turn your phone to the side.”

Anonymous said:

I’m sick and I’m on winter break so I don’t have much to do thus I just spent about an hour and a half scrolling through your blog it was an Adventure and I loved it. Also I found the Spanish flea post and I can just imagine Gabriel and the Swaingels on the top of the Statue of Liberty sitting in beanbags with Shitty trumpets watching the world burn

that last part accurately sums up the ending of this, the finest of years. 10/10 very accurate

happy you enjoyed yourself, though!! glad to provide to those of you a little down on your luck while also not having a whole lot to do. there’s so much to uncover, so please, come back whenever you please and indulge

anonymous asked:

Ahaha I'm so happy you updated. This blog is too cute.

Thanks, anon!! Glad you’re enjoying the blog!

[[ mun here! Also, hope you don’t mind anon, I’m just gonna tag a message on to this, but I’m glad you’re all enjoying the blog! I’m having fun, too! I know I haven’t updated in a while but hopefully I can at least do something fun for the holidays!! Also, I’ve gotten a few anon messages asking about other askblogs…? Just know I can’t speak for them, but as far as I know, everyone’s just been a busy, including myself, which is why things’ve been a little quiet. Karasunoooo, fight! ]] 

y'all are getting so worked up over the antis but like…all their angry posts are literally just words on a screen…if you don’t wanna see their shit, just scroll past them with a flick of your finger. There you go, they’re gone, problem solved. They may be salty but can they do anything about it besides argue? nope. I used to get annoyed too but now I don’t even care. They’re always gonna be there. And while they spend hours typing out their hate, you can just scroll past them and ignore ‘em. Enjoy ur fanfic and be happy and ship what you want without some random stranger on the Internet ruining it for you

you can never trust how many hours i’ve put into a game because one of the worst habits i have is finding the most aesthetically pleasing spots to sit my character in and then leaving them there for an hour+ while I do other shit

anonymous asked:

I'm gonna need more of that When Jamie Met Claire AU

Dear Anon - I’m so glad you’re enjoying the When Claire Met Jamie AU! Unfortunately, that was originally meant as a one-shot, so I don’t have many ideas for future installments just yet…Until I can whip something up, here is the first chapter of a fic that has been bumbling around my brain for a while now. It’s kind of similar - more angsty, yes - but it does follow Jamie and Claire’s entire relationship throughout modern day. Hope you still like! :) - Liv

Our Story

[December 24th, 1989]

It is the beginning of their story, the first time Jamie sees her. The dividing line between what was and what would be. The setting is a Christmas party: an Edinburgh flat, roaring on the cusp of a new decade. Champagne bubbles in flutes and greetings. The players: just two university students, dancing across a stage of shaggy green carpet, garlands of tinsel. 

And the opening scene? Well. It goes something like this:

She is wearing a holiday sweater, a confection of silver bells and sequined penguins. It is the hard-won earnings of an hour’s wade through mothballs, she says, of a knee-deep dive in the Goodwill bargain bin. All of this she relays to Jamie with a smirk, a precocious, all-knowing smile that he will come to know so well.

The lights dim, and her eyes flicker. Lit coals in the flat’s half-dark. She smells of fresh rain, of flowers just beginning to open, and the scent forms a sweet, perceptible weight in the air. It settles on him, around him, when she leans forwards, straining to hear his stuttered -

“Hello,” Jamie says, or tries to. He forgets his vowels and it comes as, “Hlllll?” 

“Sorry – what was that?” 

Claire starts when his hand takes hers, crunches it firmly inside his palm. For Claire, this moment will never lose its clarity, and in the years that follow she will argue that this is where their story begins: nestled in the slight curl of Jamie’s lips.  His voice, as smooth as the whisky he offers to pour her. Another ugly sweater, this one boasting a lager-stained Santa and a hem of unraveling wool. The red string hangs there for her to tug, to close the gulf between them, and she does. Twenty one (him) and twenty two (her) years of strangerhood reduced to nothing - and then, so suddenly, transformed into knowing. 

They make small talk in the corner, mentioning the weather (“seasonably cold”) and her biology exam (“after break”). Eventually Claire asks, “Do you know anyone here?”, and bracketed inside this question is her secret hope that he does not. She wants to believe that Jamie is on her side, that it is only the two of them (that it’s only ever been the two of them) against the world. She is so used to feeling alone in crowds – but here! Oh, but here in the rainbow glow of tree lights, she feels a part of Something. She holds onto it, wishing her hand was as big as his so that his curling lips and his whisky voice would never seep through her fingers.

“Dinna ken anyone,” Jamie confirms, “though I’m no’ sure that’s a bad thing.”

He inclines his head towards the mass of bodies, all gyrating in a singular, chaotic wave. Music plays in the background, oppressive and electronic, as a third year belts Bowie between tokes. Jamie lets it fade away, forgets it all – the noise, how to blink, how to breathe. Forgets everything except her. 

Claire wrinkles her nose.

“The problem with these people is that they think they’re interesting.” She is yelling into his ear but even so, it seems strangely intimate. Every word exchanged is a secret between them, one they tuck inside their pockets, will place under their pillows when they lay their heads to sleep. “But they aren’t – not even remotely!”

“Weel, fortunately you’ve met me now.” 

“Mmm. But are you truly interesting or only remotely?”

“That’s for you to decide, lass. You being the expert on such things.”

Claire grins at the floor. “You haven’t even told me your name, y’know.”

“James Fraser,” he says, all too quickly, and he’s unreasonably embarrassed. James, he thinks – what an unremarkable, commonplace name! How many ‘James’ were in this very room, wearing equally hideous and soiled sweaters? How many ‘James’ had she met in Scotland? Would she even remember him, one of 337 (to be precise), after this night? (She would, of course. During her biology exam, she will think of James Fraser and leave fifteen questions blank. She will get a C – a grade as average as his name.)

“But you can call me Jamie,” he adds over the roar.

“I’m Claire Beauchamp. Just plain Claire Beauchamp!” 

Jamie laughs – a beautiful laugh, the best laugh, a laugh Claire will spend the rest of her life wanting to hear (she will have to work harder on certain days). 

“If I call ye anything, it’ll be ‘Sassenach’. Whereabouts in England are ye from?” 

And Claire smiles – a beautiful smile, the best smile, a smile Jamie will spend the rest of his life trying to earn (finding success and failure in turns). 

“Oxford by birth,” Claire says. “But from nowhere, really.”

She pauses, hearing the third-year shout – “Bowie, man! Greatest artist of all time!” – and swears the kid is wrong. It’s God who was the greatest artist, and this six-foot deity with his lager-stained knit was His chef d’ouevre.

“Do you want to make this night interesting, Jamie?”

“Remotely interesting?” 

“More than remotely.”

“That depends…What d’ye have in mind?”

Claire reaches for his hand, and he gives it to her. Jamie squeezes, she squeezes back. She leads him through the throng. He follows, licking his lips and at her heels.

(Who knew it could ever be this easy? Falling in love.)

HTGAWM masterlist of prompts and starters.
  • { SEND A NAME FOR A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES }
  • Annalise Keating: your/my muse accusing your/my muse of cheating
  • Wes Gibbons: our muses are laying in bed, staring at the ceiling and your/my muse tells your/my muse about something dark in their past
  • Sam Keating: your/my muse tells your/my muse that they are pregnant
  • Rebecca Sutter: your/my muse tries to get your/my muse to do drugs just to "try" it
  • Laurel Castillo: our muses want to continue their relationship but know they can't because your/my muse is in a relationship with someone already
  • Michaela Pratt: our muses are mean't to get married soon, but your/my muse gets cold feet, two weeks before the actual wedding
  • Nate Lahey: our muses are doing something reckless, and once they get caught, your/my muse takes the fall for it
  • Connor Walsh: your/my muse have been having sex with your/my muse for a while, but after rekindling their relationship again, your/my muse wants to get tested before they decide to sleep with them again
  • Asher Millstone: our muses aren't getting along but your/my muse initiates a kiss that shocks your/my muse
  • Oliver Hampton: your/my muse is intoxicated and your/my muse is carrying them to bed, and your/my muse confesses everything they feel towards them
  • Frank Delfino: your/my muse confesses about something they once hid or denied to your/my muse
  • Bonnie Winterbottom: your/my muse tries to deny their affection towards your/my muse which leads to them calling your/my muse out about it all
  • Hannah Keating: our muses are together for the holiday with family, and your/my muse's sister/brother/mother/father isn't approving of your/my muse
  • { SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING SENTENCES FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION }
  • "So shut up and sit down, and stop acting like a little bitch baby."
  • "Stop staring at me!"
  • "I’m a cheater yes, and a slut, and a bad person, and now a murderer. Judge me if you want, just do it while we’re carrying the damn body."
  • "Shut up!"
  • "You're not gonna trust me, that's just not in your nature. But you can stop worrying because and you might have forgotten this, but I'm your only option here. Without me, you'll go to prison."
  • "I don't do boyfriends."
  • "I bet you did - killing her, you enjoyed it. Didn't you?"
  • "You really think I’m that desperate? That you can buy me some takeout and bat your eyes and I’ll get down on my knees like some sad twink."
  • "You love me, and you wanna have my babies. I know."
  • "You call it crazy, I call it winning."
  • "I don't kiss and tell."
  • "Like I'd ever wanna screw you!"
  • "Why don’t we do something normal for once? - that is not sex like have breakfast or do the crosswords or whatever it is that actual couples - do."
  • "Or, you´re a classist elitist who thinks everyone who didn´t go to an Ivy is beneath you?"
  • "See what happens when you use your brain instead of your penis?"
  • "You hurt my feelings… a lot. And I know I should be used to it now, because everyone here makes fun of me all the time, but you didn’t, and then you were mean to me for no reason."
  • “I lied…I tried to help him."
  • "Whatever you say to the police, can and will be misconstrued to support the prosecution. So when in doubt, shut your mouth."
  • "Who the hell is she?"
  • "You ruined our lives, don't you get that? I was supposed to be getting married and I'm not anymore."
  • "So you're going to tell the truth. Every horrible secret about that night that you haven't told anyone. Or I swear to God, I will personally destroy you."
  • "Please don't punish him for my own error."
  • "Do you know who anyone really is?"
  • "He wanted to kill me. I had no other choice."
  • "You forgot his name and he’s still into you? What do you have, some kind of voodoo penis?"
  • "What sucks is, he doesn’t know that. That you’re just leading him on. Letting him believe he has a shot with you."
  • "You know you can't tell anyone about this. This never happened. You understand?"
  • "I'm just saying I can't stop thinking about last night."
  • "Do you think it could not happen one more time?"
  • "I could really use a drink.. Or ten."
  • "I just want to do this the right way."
  • "That thing I feel in your pants is telling me a different story."
  • "I'm totally making.. making it worse.. Forgive me."
  • “I don’t love her anymore. I love you.”
  • “And how many guys has your penis touched since then?”
  • “Just because I’m upset doesn’t mean I need you to comfort me. I’m fine.”
  • "You didn't use to drink.."
  • “You liked watching her die because that’s the piece of garbage you are.”
  • “I wiped your ass and I’ll call you anything I want.”
  • “Don’t tell me you’re still into her.”
  • “Your holed up in this bed like the Queen of Sheeba”
  • “What if I was wrong about him this whole time?”
  • “I like you. You’re more than sex. More than sex, you’re something more.”
  • "I.. I just feel like something's wrong and you're not saying anything."
  • "She can screw us all."
  • “I don’t love you, I made my decision. Please leave.”
  • “We got our secrets.”
  • "He's bad for you. You know that. He's trying to control you."
  • "Ever since I met you, I've been acting crazy."
  • "I'm the only friend you have, according to what you've been telling me over and over again."
  • "I'm done acting like some trashed-out druggie whore. That may be fine for you, but my parents raised me better."
  • "I was just trying to make you feel better."
  • "I don’t believe you. To be honest, I don’t even care. You want to sleep next to a killer, go for it."
  • { SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TEXT MESSAGES FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION }
  • [text]: He doesn’t love me. But here’s the thing: I love me.
  • [text]: Just because my facial hair is not exactly as luscious as yours does not mean I can’t still kick your ass!
  • [text]: I don't trust anyone anyone in my life except you.
  • [text]: She’s a lesbian that’s in love with you complicated or?
  • [text]: Are you a man or not?!
  • [text]: Don't tell me what I can and can't do.
  • [text]: Wednesday… Dinner, you and me. And the faster you type, the faster you get your reward.
  • [text]: We need to talk.
  • [text]: He did something to my ass that made my eyes water.
  • [text]: You lie to yourself that’s how you do it. You lie.
  • [text]: No God should forgive me,for all the bad things that I’ve done.
  • [text]: See, you're not the only one who knows how to use sex to get information.
  • [text]: You hurt people before they can hurt you.
  • [text]: You're not seriously thinking about sex right now?
  • [text]: You need someone great.
  • [text]: Your hacker boy at home?? Tell him I need his help.
  • [text]: Incest is the best put your brother to the test.
  • [text]: You’re all he talks about.
  • [text]: Say what you need to say to my face.
  • [text]: This thing that happened to me is why I am the way I am!
  • [text]: No one wants to be on the receiving end of that.
  • [text]: Call me if you get lonely.
  • [text]: We’ll stow you in the basement and you won’t like it.
  • [text]: I do like him and I want to get laid by him…
  • [text]: Would you have sex with her?
  • [text]: You're a drug addict, who cheated on me with some stranger and how many other guys has your penis touched since then?
  • [text]: Oh honey, I can’t do all the work for you.
  • [text]: You won’t be the first person in the world disappointed by your father.
  • [text]: Wow, someone have daddy issues?
  • [text]: Wait, you're gay?
  • [text]: I have no idea what you're talking about! I don't need this right now.
  • [text]: Tell me what happened and I can help you fix it.
  • [text]: Okay, if you don't want to deal with it anymore, but you have to tell me what's going on.
  • [text]: Just say the word, and I'll take care of it.
  • [text]: You know her, right?
  • [text]: Just don’t lie to me. If one more man lies to me, I swear to God…
  • [text]: I'm a jerk.
  • [text]: He didn't stand a chance in there.
  • [text]: Maybe she drowned her.
  • [text]: That's what I've been trying to tell you.. I'm not going to.
  • [text]: I've been a good boy for so long, now I just want to do something bad.
  • [text]: Spit it out, psycho.

These jazz gigs I play at can be awfully boring most of the time, but hey at least I get to dress up a little. Also I was just out of the shower, excuse the hair.

(oh and also I know the amount of selfies at this stage is beyond obnoxious, but I’m feeling somewhat ok about my face the most consistently I have in ages and yeah I’m going to take advantage of that I guess)(sorry tho)(rly I am)

anonymous asked:

With all the hate lately can I just shout out the amazing writer's that I'm currently obsessed with? Basically anything Bravevulnerability publishes is amazing and I love! Trinity Everett just finished Out of the Blue and it was GREAT! I'm enjoying some of jstar1382's old fics while Medical Attention is on mini hiatus. Liv Wilder has a great new fic! And I LOVE the fic Motherland by Ky03elk. Also love Come with Me by honeyandvodka. We have awesome writers!! Thanks for keeping me entertained!!!!

I love you anon!!! This is so sweet. I’m gonna tag the authors and link to all the fics you mentioned :) bravevulnerability bunysliper jstar1382 ky3elk toparisbytrain

bv’s profile

Out of the Blue

jill’s profile

Make Me Care

Motherland

Come With Me