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mom, I really hate to bother you. I need help. I don't know what to do. everything just seems to be falling apart. I keep thinking thoughts that shouldn't exist. I'm so tired. I don't know what to do. - lilac anon

you need to exist.
you are made of stardust.
you make this galaxy complete.
you are such an important piece.
without you space would be so empty.

you bring the light.

I’m shamed of you people.

For fuck sake if you have right to self insert and ship what ever you want because we are dealing with fictional characters don’t you dare bash others that aren’t on your taste. If you do that i hope you earn someday literal slap on your face that make’s you come on your senses.

You people that do that are disgusting and immature shits.
You people actually make me so angry that i feel like vomiting.

Separate your fantazy from canon. Your taste is not greatest on world and only true way. You are disgusting

You have no right call yourself a fan or true fan if your idea of being fan is stepping down on others that try enjoy about something they like.

I really hate humans.

You are even more pathetic if you do all by hiding behind that gray face.
You weakling, if you attack don’t fucking hide.

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Okada/Ospreay - lifeguards at a pool au

“I’m sorry, my hands are completely tied,” Kazu shouted lazily from his chair, obviously holding back a giggle and generally making zero effort to even pretend that his hands were tied. “I really bloody hate you sometimes, Kazu, you can never say no to these monsters,” Will sighed, but he was already cracking a smile as he ascended the ladder to the high board. The swarm of kids giggled madly at being called “monsters”, then gasped in awe at Will’s double corkscrew shooting star press, then cheered for the huge splash. 


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the signs talking to someone they can't stand
  • Aries: *punches them in the face in the middle of a sentence*
  • Taurus: "I really hate you and I always will.. so shut up."
  • Gemini: "You know what'd be nice? If you shut your face forever."
  • Cancer: "Listen, I'm going to say this the nicest way possible.... honey, I really fucking hate you."
  • Leo: "I can't even handle your awfulness. Why am I talking to you when I'm me."
  • Virgo: "I hate talking to you. Sorry."
  • Libra: *really loud sigh*
  • Scorpio: "You may not be bad-looking, but you are one of the worst and please get out of my life. I have better things to do."
  • Sagittarius: *cuts them off in the middle of a sentence* "Please don't live."
  • Capricorn: "Wanna hear a joke? You."
  • Aquarius: "BURN WITH SATAN."
  • Pisces: "I wish you didn't exist. The world would be a much happier place."
  • *the morgue*
  • John: *waiting*
  • Sherlock: *enters*
  • John: *annoyed* At last! I've been here half an hour. Where the hell have you been?
  • Sherlock: *removes his magnifying glass* Bathroom *examining the corpse*
  • John: *raises an eyebrow* For half an hour.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Yes.
  • John: *nods* Right. Sure *pauses* so how's Molly?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *quietly* She's fine.
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"A LETTER TO MY TEENAGE SELF" by SOLANGE KNOWLES

there will be fear. a lot of it. there will be triumph. a lot of it. there will be constellations you want to reach for but can’t put your finger on. you will trace them like the scars on your body you got from trouble and the times of your life. you will take the long way to get to these Orions. the long way will become a theme in your life, but a journey you learn to love.

you will dive head first without looking into phases that you are certain of who you are.
some of these stages include:

  • the dance-is-life (aka “this leotard is my second skin”) phase.
  • the Bible-thumping-church-camp phase.
    (which coincided and contradicted with the Fiona-Apple-fan-club-president phase)
  • the Nas aficionado-brown-lip-liner-and-Vaseline phase.
  • the Rasta-vegan-thrifter-who-is-determined-to-marry-Brandon-Boyd phase.
  • the football-player’s-girlfriend-who-wears-braided-blond-highlights-and-swears-by-capri-pants phase.

at the time, you are searching. seeking in every corner and pocket of the world for who you are. take your time, baby girl. there’s no rush to get there. you will sow each of these chapters in the land that you become. you will see bits and pieces of them scattered into the skin you grow into. you don’t have to figure everything out now. time will reveal itself. i promise you.

sometimes you push these phases to the max, and when you go out into the world feeling confident in who you are and what you reflect, young folks will call you names and grown folks will call you names. It’s ok. one day you will name yourself, and that name will belong to you. it will not be the ones they ordained: “crazy, ugly, attention-seeking, weirdo.”

i really hate to tell you this, but sometimes you will still get called these things as an adult, except you will actually embrace some of them. you will learn that these are just words. words that only have power if you choose to give them power. every once in a while they will hurt, but you will choose to turn those words into a symbol of beauty.

speaking of words. they might just be your first love. sometimes you can write for hours, just you and the words on the pages. they make you feel understood, even if it’s just you that you’re talking to.

trust in these words, even when you’re feeling wildly insecure. hold on to your journals. cherish them. put them somewhere safe so that they may become a guide for you later, a revealer and a friend.

the lucky stars have been good to you, and there’s a long list of things you’d like to give gratitude to them for, but for now thank them for these three:

  • that you didn’t die when you and your friends drove up a steep mountain in a snowstorm with no experience and bad brakes. that was stupid as hell.
  • that you went to the ensemble theater every summer. i really don’t think you’d be who you are today had it not been for those experiences, teachers, and experimentation with your mind and body.
  • that the universe chose your mom to be your mother.

she is a wonder. you watch her drop off 3 kids at 3 different schools in the morning, pick them up in the afternoon, shuffle each of them to their designated activities, and bring them all back to the salon she owns until she closes up with the utmost grace, love, and kindness.

you realize watching a woman balance being a supportive mother, building a successful business from the ground up that was started in her garage, and giving back to the community will make you feel invincible and like the word “no” is just an echo in the universe that you’ll never know. you often take her for granted, but you know with every joint in your bones that she is a phenomenon and you strive to make her proud. you should thank her out loud more, too; tell her you value her. roll your eyes and your neck less. it’s not as cute as you think. tell her you appreciate all that she does, for she makes the impossible look effortless. she surrounds you with other black women who do the same. you study them, and will constantly think of all their stories, their beauty, their strife and their stride. they break down all of the archetypes and stereotypes that you see of black women on tv and in magazines, so you don’t trust those anymore. you thank them for re-writing the script before it was ever etched in your memory.

because you have your mama’s blood, you are fiercely independent and outgoing. you’ve been starting petitions, building tree houses, and starting clubs since as long as you can remember.

sometimes in the midst of juggling all this, you put a lot of pressure on yourself and often crash and burn. you shut down. you go into your room, lock the door, put on music, and you do not move for 8 hours straight. it will feel like the heaviest and bleakest darkness you can possibly feel, and when you ask everyone to leave you alone and let you be, what you really want to say is “i want you here” and “i need help.”

sometimes it is ok to say just that. it won’t make you less strong or less powerful. no one you love will criticize you or blame you; in fact, they will lift you up.

seventeen will be the hardest year of your life. it will grow you up almost immediately. you will lose your best friend whom you love so much to gun violence in a single moment, and give birth to a new one within a year.

you will be terrified, and it’s ok that you don’t know what the future holds. some people will count you out because of the decision you’ve made to bring another life into the world so young, but you made the decision out of love and will live with the decision in love.

soon enough you will learn how to love and how to exist with love in ways that you never knew. you will learn how to love yourself and how to empathize with and forgive those who may have taken a bit of that pure love away from you.

you have a long life ahead of you, and i’ll tell you it’s not gonna always be easy, but I can promise you it will be fruitful and with much purpose. all the bridges you’ve burned, you had to, so that you could rebuild them to become a stronger and more wonderful you.

there will be pain, there will be doubt there will be beauty, there will be the unknown. there will be so many moments of joy and delight that the whole universe will feel painted in hues of amber and wonder. there will be times you are so sad you can’t lift your head. and there will be times you are so happy that the sensation of life knocks you down. but most importantly, there will be you. a whole, whole lot of it. and you will feel good about who she is and who she is still becoming.

I hate you for all the lies you’ve told me. I hate you for playing with my feelings. I hate you for making me doubt anyone’s intention to me. I hate you for breaking my trust. I hate you for putting me this kind of feeling. I hate you for making me feel that no one’s good enough for me. I hate your for making me think that no one will treat me right. I hate you for making me think that everyone’s like you, that they won’t take me seriously. I hate you. I really hate you.
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Taehyung takes being mean to you too far. Part.4

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“Y/N, hey Y/N wake up.” I shook her lightly and her eyes slightly opened. I placed my hand over her forehead and brushed her bangs backwards. Her head was still burning. 

“Hmm?” She looked slightly confused and tried sitting up. “You’re still here?” 

“Yeah I got food, so would you like to come out to eat or do you want me to bring it to you?”

“Could you uh - bring it to me?” I nodded and returned shortly with her food in my hands. She was going to take it off me but I placed it on my lap after taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Here, let me.” I blew on the juk and fed it to her, she seemed awkward and honestly, this felt really odd to me too. But it wasn’t a bad feeling, it wasn’t a feeling I wanted to forget or a feeling I didn’t want to ever feel again. It was actually nice being this close to her, it’s just taken me a while to realise that. 

“Thanks for this, Taehyung.” She says as I gave her the last bite. 

“It’s my fault you’re sick, so the least I can is take care of you.”

“But why? When you hate me so much?”

“I wouldn’t say I hate you Y/N that’s a little dramatic. I just like teasing you a lot, but I never meant for it to go that far.” I let my head fall in embarrassment. I was petty and immature for being so rude towards her and now I felt the shame. 

“You don’t hate me? Are you sure?” She was sceptical and I understand why she would be, I mean I would be too, but it’s true I never hated her. She just had her moments where she annoyed me. Like when she laughed a lot with Jimin, or played Nintendo with Jin hyung. I got annoyed all those things, I don’t know why but I didn’t like it.

“I’m sure Y/N, I really don’t hate you.”

She fell asleep not long after taking her medicine and I sat for a while longer until I fell asleep myself without even realising it.

Y/N’s p.o.v

I felt something heavy lying on my thigh which had given me a dead leg. I propt myself up on my elbows to find Taehyung asleep lying on my thigh, with his legs dangling off of the side of the my bed. He slept so peacefully but he looked uncomfortable. I moved a piece of hair a fixed his bangs, his hair was soft despite the amount of times he had to dye it. I smiled looking at him, even though he feels like a long time bully, he really was a sweetheart. 

He moved slightly in his sleep so I decided to shake him. It was only four a.m. in the morning and I wasn’t about to chuck him out. 

“Taehyung, you can move over and sleep on this side of the bed. You’ll wake up with a sore neck otherwise.” His eyes still closed, he nodded and shifted his body to one side of the bed, shuffling around and finally slipping inside the duvets. I awkwardly lie back down, feeling a lot better after he had taken care of me and fell asleep beside him.


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Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU.


The words leave him before he could stop himself.

“This is the Blue Lion?” He asks, voice small as he stares up at the big lion in front of him, something inside him urging him to come closer but he pushes it back stubbornly.

Allura nods besides him, a pleased smile on her face. “Yes, you used to be her paladin. The Blue Lion is known to be one of the friendliest of Lions; your bond with her has been so strong since the beginning, never wavering in the least. It is said that –”

Lance tunes Allura’s voice down, leaving behind a faint ringing noise in his ears as he stares wide eyed at Blue’s motionless eyes.

He feels a tug inside him one more time and this time he winces, feeling it more physically than mental.

The ringing turns into purrs and soft growling and Lance breathing come out short as he watches Blue’s dim eyes lighten up with life.

One, two, three ticks and then it’s like Blue’s eyes snap open and images fill his head.

He can’t make sense of anything. The faces are blurred, the noises that start as laughter turn into painful screams and sobs. Every feeling overwhelms him: there’s anxiety, excitement, stubbornness, determination, pride, love.

There’s relief. There’s a soft comfort feeling in the back of his head but it’s not enough to calm his breathing, to ease his tense shoulder and beating heart.

Lance vaguely notices that he started shaking, barely hearing the muffled drowned voice of Allura near him, calling to him, asking for him.

He doesn’t understand the words, but he doesn’t bothers to. He just needs to go, there’s too much around him and inside him. He can’t be here, he can’t deal with this, he needs to leave.

He needs to leave.

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"We both know you don't mean that."

It was Friday night after a home game, so Nicky, Kevin, Aaron, Andrew and Neil were at Edens. Nicky threw back his fifth “celebratory” shot in the last three minutes. The Foxes had won of course, 5-1.
After another few shots, Aaron and Nicky disappeared to the dance floor and Kevin downed another packet of dust. Andrew and Neil sat at the table, Andrew drinking whatever concoction Roland had made him and Neil nursing his coke.
For once, Neil lost track of time. He didn’t count the minutes and didn’t count the songs or the shots or the drinks Kevin was inhaling. He barely kept track of how much coke he was drinking himself. He relaxed. He was safe. They all were.
He was…. happy.
A while later, Andrew abruptly stood up from his chair.
Neil looked over at him. “What-”
“Stay.” Andrew didn’t say anything else as he turned away and made his way through the crowd, disappearing in seconds.
Neil turned to Kevin but didn’t bother to ask the question- the dark haired man was slouched and half passed out already.
Cursing, Neil looked around again. Andrew had told him to stay, so by all rights he should do just that. But Andrew had looked stressed, alarmed… frightened. Neil ran his fingers through his hair, cussing himself out for relaxing to the point he didn’t notice Andrew’s state. Normally he would’ve seen this coming.
So he did the only thing he could think of; he counted and he scanned.
30 seconds.
He scanned every face he could see directly in front of him.
60 seconds.
He turned and scanned the faces across the room near the booths.
120 seconds.
He turned again and scanned the faces behind him.
180 seconds.
He turned again and scanned the faces near the bar.
240 seconds.
He kneeled up on his seat and tried to glimpse the people coming up and down from the dance floor.
300 seconds.
Absolutely no sign of the blonde.
Neil tried calling him but it went to voicemail. He texted but it stayed unread for another 100 seconds.
By now Neil was panicking. This wasn’t like Andrew.
With a final look around, Neil got off his seat and made his way to the bar, turning and scanning faces the whole way.
He waved down Roland who sauntered over.
“How many this-”
“Where’s Andrew?”
The question clearly took the man by surprise as he blinked and rocked back on his heels.
“What?”
“Andrew got up and disappeared a few minutes ago,” Neil said. Six minutes, his brain silently added. “He’s not answering.” Neil knew Roland and Andrew used to make out so of course Andrew trusted the man. Neil just hoped he knew Andrew well enough to know where he would go off to like this.
Roland was silent for a few seconds before he spoke carefully.
“Did he say anything?”
“He told me to stay in my seat,” Neil said, trying to ignore the guilt at the fact he clearly wasn’t doing that very well.
Roland seemed to think that too but didn’t say it. Instead he looked around.
“Did he say anything in Andrew language?”
Neil blinked. Maybe Roland did know Andrew well after all.
“He looked stressed. I think he might have had a flashback,” Neil said hesitantly. Roland’s face dropped. “He looked scared.”
Roland chewed his lip, looked around the room again.
“Two options,” he said quickly. “Either the hallway to the back exit or the storage room. Come on.”
With that he hurried around the bar, waving at one of the other barstaff before he arrived at Neil’s side.
Neil followed the tall man through the crowd until they got to a locked door. Roland keyed in a code and pushed the door open.
“Minyard, you in here?” he called out. Neil couldn’t help but note the gentle undertones of his voice. After a few seconds he reached in and flicked the light on. He pushed the door open more and stepped in enough to look behind it, before flicking the light off and letting the door shut.
“This way,” was all he said as he lead Neil through the club to another door, keyed in another code and pushed the door open enough to step in and turn to look around. He sighed and stepped back, holding the door open for Neil.
Suddenly nervous of the state Andrew could be in, Neil gingerly walked forward and into the hallway. Roland shut the door behind him and Neil squinted in the dull orange lighting. A few yards down the hallway, Andrew sat on the floor with his back against the cement wall, and had drawn his knees up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them, his head bowed.
Neil chewed his lip before moving down the hall, and sat a foot away from Andrew. He didn’t say anything and didn’t look at the man beside him, instead gazing forward ar the cement wall across from them.
“I told you to stay.”
It wasn’t a question but Neil answered anyway.
“You did.”
Silence. “You also gave me a key,” Neil continued. “You gave me trust. You gave me honesty. You gave me another chance. You gave me hope. You gave me a life.” Now he turned to look at Andrew only to find the blonde man already glaring at him. “You told me to stay.” Neil held the icy blue gaze. “So this is me doing that.”
Andrew’s glare intensified and he turned away.
“I really fucking hate you,” he said, but his utter stillness gave away how untrue that was now.
“We both know you don’t mean that.”
It wasn’t a question so Andrew didn’t answer.
The two sat in silence another few minutes before Neil asked the question circling around his head.
“What happened?”
Andrew was silent for a full two minutes before he replied.
“Where are we?”
“Edens.” Neil didn’t know where this new line was going.
Andrew glared again. “Neil.”
Neil tried to think of another response.
“Colombia.”
Andrew returned his glare to the poor cement wall. “I saw someone who looked like him.”
It took neil a few seconds but when he realised who Andrew meant he felt so stupid for not realising sooner.
“We could leave.” Neil didn’t look at Andrew by his side. “Drive to your house. Or we could go back to the dorm.”
Andrew was glaring at him again.
“And those other three idiots?”
“They have legs,” Neil said. “Andrew if you need out of here, we can leave right now.”
Andrew’s glare softened a little and Neil already knew the answer.
Andrew stood up and Neil followed him down the hallway to another door with a pushbar, and then out into the cool night air. They walked quickly to the car parked in the lot around the corner and as Neil caught the keys Andrew threw at him, he realised just how bad the flashbacks must have been for Andrew to not drive.
“Where are we going?” Neil asked as he started the engine and pulled out of the lot.
“Home.”
Neil turned the car and drove to Andrew’s - Nicky’s- house, parking the car out front.
They sat in silence before Andrew stiffly got out the car and walked up the drive. Neil sent a quick text to Nicky -
‘Andrew & I left early, Kevin’s still at the table. U’ll hav 2 walk to the house.’
- before hurrying up the path after Andrew.
They walked into the house together and Andrew lead neil upstairs to his room. Neil hovered in the doorway.
“Do you still want me to stay in here? I can take the couch if you’d prefer.”
The blonde looked at him for a few seconds.
“Stay,” he said again.
On Andrew’s request Neil took his armbands and shirt off before getting into bed and answering ‘Yes’ to Andrew tracing his scars to ground himself in the present.
The two fell asleep and Neil did as Andrew had said. He stayed.

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I wordlessly stepped out of my room, trying to be as discreet as possible. I woke up earlier than everyone else in the loft to avoid running into Tom. I hadn’t spoken to him for two days, this being the third, because I was afraid of what might happen, and the fact that I might feel the urge to kiss him again. I glanced around the hallway and listened intently to see if I could hear any sign of anyone being awake yet. I didn’t hear anything or anyone, so I tiptoed to the living room to grab my purse and my keys. I turned the corner to sneak into the kitchen and grab a quick snack to go and a cup of coffee.

“(Y/N)?” I froze in my spot, the coffee pot in my hand almost tilted. “Are you avoiding me?” I sighed, plastering a smile on my face before setting the pot down and turning to face Tom. I shook my head. “Then, where have you been the past two days?” I shrugged, pulling a loose thread from the blazer I was wearing and fiddling with it in between my fingers.

“I’ve just been busy. It’s, uh, testing season.” I turned again and poured the coffee into my thermos. “I have to go, there’s a staff meeting.” Tom grabbed my arm before I could pass him, causing me to look at him.

“Can we talk later? I just feel like there’s a lot we need to talk about.” I nodded, keeping a calm expression when he let go of my arm, but on the inside, I was fucking screaming.

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The Only Exception (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,844

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen, draaaamaaaa, did i mention angst? this is getting ridiculous.

A/N: Cliffhangers are mostly unintentional. I got so many ACK HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME messages that I wanted to post the next part. Warning: it’s mostly just to move the plot along.

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