idk why i made this but it hurts

Idk if someone said something like this before but I just wanted to say that today’s clip made me so sad because I saw the “dark” sana again. Now that we know what she got through, we can assume why she was so sharp and bossy in her first grade: obviously she didn’t want to be hurt anymore and she was scared to be bullied in her new school too, so she build a character. But today I saw that character again.

hold you tight
jennshiki/jenny peng

i made another klance voltron fansong ! idk if it’s as good i hope it’s not disappointing but this one is from lance to keith !

LYRICS:(including the chords since last time someone asked)

why are you so much better
(am g)
at everything you do
( am c)
fighting aliens, and dodging space goo
( g am c )

i think your bayard
( am g )
might’ve stabbed me in the heart
( a7 f )
because it hurts
( g )
whenever we are apart
(am c )

you’re so cool
(c )
i wanna be just like you
i wanna say i’m better
but i know that’s not true
(c b7)
you make me so  mad
but still

all i want

is for you
to plant your lips
on mine

have your black hair


brushing my eyes


as i hold you tight

(c g)

anonymous asked:

Maybe a fic on how either Alex or Maggie gets badly hurt while working on some case and then the other hears about it and rushes to see her girlfriend and look after her and comfort her? Idk I like seeing them vulnerable and protective of each other ☺️

‘How quickly can you scramble your sister?’

There was something about her girlfriend’s tone on the phone that made Alex Danvers rise from her chair and her heart begin to thump. ‘Right this second, why?’

‘My car was hit by a truck…I can smell petrol and I can’t…ugh, I can’t move.’

Alex’s chest felt tighter as she jogged over to Winn, who looked up at her, puzzled. ‘Where are you?’

‘Corner of Lex and Williams Street.’

‘Winn, I need Kara at the corner of Lex and Williams Street right now.’

‘On it,’ he said, without hestitation, already dialling Kara’s number. ‘What’s happened?’

‘Maggie–.’ The words were hard to say, she didn’t want to say them out loud but, thankfully, Winn seemed to understand, not saying anymore when she froze, her mind starting to form some image straight out of some nightmare of her love, trapped in a car, covered in blood, hurt.

‘Al…Alex, you still there?’

Alex blinked, back to reality but still terrified, her voice shaky and her eyes beginning to fill with tears. ‘Yes, baby, yes. Winn’s calling her now.’

‘Good,’ Maggie wheezed.

‘How much pain are you in?’

‘A lot…my legs are trapped and my chest…sharp pains. Stabbing pains, it’s hard to…’

Breathe. She was struggling to breathe. ‘Stay with me. Tell me where exactly the pain is.’

‘Left…left side.’

‘Anywhere else?’ She asked, as Winn shot her a thumbs up, signalling that help was in flight and would be there in mere seconds.

‘Shoulder…my arm, I can’t…move it.’

Spleen, it was likely her spleen. ‘Kara’s on her way. Hold tight,’ she said, although with every pained gasp from her girlfriend, her composure was drastically crumbling, and her words were more of a plea than an instruction.

‘Al…I love you.’

‘I love you too but, don’t say it like that.’ Like she’d never get the chance to say it again. Alex’s tears began to fall and Winn rested a hand on Alex’s arm as those tears started to choke her. ‘Help is coming. Hold on. Baby, hold on.’ Silence. ‘Maggie, please, hold on.’ There was a thud and Alex yelled Maggie’s name down the phone until she realised it was the help landing.

Helpless, she sobbed as she listened to Kara crunch her way through metal and glass to get to Maggie, before her voice came through the line.

‘I’ve got her Alex.’

‘Is she okay?’

Kara dodged the question, saying only, ‘Get the med team ready.’

They took her into surgery immediately.

Her spleen was ruptured and her leg was shattered but, considering the mangled state of her squad car, it was miraculous that she got off so lightly.

Alex keyed the surgical team in on Maggie’s symptoms and they found the bleed and stabilised her swiftly. It didn’t stop Alex from pacing, though, and Kara had to sit her down before she wore out a path in the linoleum floors.

‘You saved her, Alex.’

Alex shook her head. ‘You pulled her from the car, you’re the hero.’

‘You kept her talking, you got her symptoms and you helped her. That sounds like a hero to me. I should know, I wear a cape for a living.’

Alex smiled. ‘Thanks, Kara. Though it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that she’s okay.’

‘That is the most important thing, definitely. But don’t downplay your role in this. You did something amazing under tough circumstances. That’s pretty incredible.’

It was but what was more incredible was seeing Maggie finally come to, after hours sat at her bedside, waiting and slowly going insane at the dull buzzing of machines. ‘Hey, pretty lady,’ Alex said with a tired, but relieved and happy smile. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘I…’ Maggie squinted. ‘Rough.’

‘Are you in any pain?’ Alex pushed herself out of her chair so she could stand over Maggie, so that Maggie didn’t try to sit up and so that Alex could kiss her girl’s forehead.

‘No pain…just rough.’

‘Like you’ve been hit by a truck?’

‘Exactly,’ Maggie said a small grin, that became wider as Alex ran fingers through her hair. ‘What’s the damage?’

‘Car – totalled. You – broken fibula, broken ribs and one less spleen.’ But alive. Thank god, she was alive.

‘I thought I felt lighter,’ Maggie deadpanned. ‘You…and Kara…you saved my life.’

‘Kara did all the leg work.’

As if expecting to find Kara hidden in a corner, Maggie’s tired eyes scanned the room. ‘Is she here?’

‘Not at the moment but she’s been coming in and out all night.’

Maggie nodded. ‘I know we don’t always see eye-to-eye but she’s a good kid.’

‘Stubborn but well-meaning, is the term we prefer to use.’

Another nod, then: ‘If I had waited for an ambulance, would I have died?’

‘Most likely, yes.’ Ruptured perhaps wasn’t the best term for it; Maggie’s spleen had essentially exploded due to the impact. With the time it would have taken to cut her free from the wreck, she wouldn’t have made it into the back of an ambulance, let alone a hospital.


‘Don’t think about it, baby. You’re alive, that’s all that matters.’

‘I know, I know,’ she mumbled, raising a hand to touch Alex’s cheek. ‘When you get bored of kicking ass…you should become a doctor.’

Alex frowned. ‘Hmm?’

‘C’mon, those questions you asked? I know where my spleen is–. Was…whoa…that’s weird to say…you diagnosed me over the phone didn’t you?’

‘It was a hunch.’

‘It was a good hunch.’

‘They did all the work, I–.’

‘Take some damn credit, Danvers. You saved my life. Geez.’ Maggie grimaced, closing her eyes, sinking into her pillow. ‘You don’t need a cape to be a hero.’

briellasophia  asked:

hello there you wonderful human beings, i was wondering if y'all could please update the angst tag bc lately i've been in need of a good cry, idk why i like to torture myself like this lol.. much thanks in advance xox

angst is so much fun to read

Old Houses by words_reign_here (20/20 | 66,893 | NC17)

Written from a prompt I found on tumblr you can find here.

Basically, a 21 Jump Street meets Teen Wolf meets shadowy government agency.

Come Back by hazelNuts (1/1 | 2,577 | G)

Anonymous said: “I hope you might consider writing one for me please using this prompt. Everyone in the pack made fun of how sad and desperate Stiles seemed every time Derek was away for more then a few days even Derek joined in the slightly hurtful teasing. So Stiles decide to teach them all a lesson by going to stay with his aunt for two weeks. After a week Derek and the pack turned up at his aunts and nobody made fun of him again. Thank you”

Stiles always thought that confessing his feelings to Derek would change everything, it’s why he’s put it off for so long. Two days ago, it had slipped out. It wasn’t how he’d imagined it would go down, there were far fewer roses, and far more monster guts lying around. But nothing’s changed with Derek, he continues to treat Stiles the same as before, with serene amusement.

Emissary by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 3,771 | PG13)

To keep the peace, Stiles agrees to be emissary to the Hale pack.

The Lover, But Not His Love by midnightcas (1/1 | 2,461 | NR)

After getting in the way of a demon, Derek is banished to hell. He returns months later, but he’s not alone.
After an entire two months in Hell with the boy, he had grown accustomed to him.
His ever fidgeting body, his endless questions, his streak of humor, his long winded ramblings, his clever mind, his broken ways.

“So,” Allison said slowly, “you’re back.”
He nodded, not too sure what to say after the long explanation he had just given.
“And…” Scott led on.
Before Derek could repeat himself, Lydia spoke, “You brought a creature back from Hell with you.”
“Hey!” the boy cried indignantly, “Derek, who are these people?”
“They’re my pack.”
“Well your pack’s a bunch of psychos. I’m not Hellboy.”

We’re Born to Return to Home by LiviKate (1/1 | 2,201 | NR)

Derek slumped to the ground, bleeding like a glacier, slowly loosing parts of himself. The pack was safe. Scott would keep them safe.

He closed his eyes and smiled a little, listening to his body trying to knit itself together too slowly to stop all the falling apart it was doing. The pain in his side was hot, radiating through him, flames of agony flickering inside him. He thought it was right for him to die in flames.

we’ll be looking up for heaven by smallbeans (1/1 | 13,285 | NR)

Stiles works in a music store with Derek’s older sister, and when Derek drops in to give his sister some lunch, he slowly finds himself becoming curious about the pale teen he used to go to high school with.

Magic Bullet by matildajones (1/1 | 10,345 | PG13)

Someone clears their throat loudly and Derek looks up and finds Stiles in the dead centre of the room, his arm raised. Derek finds himself smiling slightly.
“Seriously?” Stiles says. “Don’t you think you’re reading too much into this?”
Derek’s only comfort over the past few years has been a novel written by his favorite author. When he decides to teach it at an entry level university course he doesn’t expect a fiery student to disagree with everything he says…

Trust Fall by hazelNuts (1/1 | 1,826 | R)

anonymous asked: “Hi could you please write a fic where Stiles and Derek have been dating for a few months but Stiles won’t let Derek see him naked and Derek gets angry thinking Stiles isn’t as in love with him as he is With Stiles. So they have their first huge fight and Derek ends their relationship. It’s only later when Stiles turns up at his door Derek realizes that Stiles loves him but he was ashamed of the scars he had from an accident years earlier. Derek shows Stiles just how beautiful he is to him.”

Derek is sitting on his bed, knees pulled into his chest, a comforting mug of hot chocolate in his hands. Stiles would’ve told him he’s brooding if he were here, which Derek would then vehemently deny. A smile pulls at Derek’s lips, but then he remembers Stiles isn’t here to tell him he’s brooding, might not ever be again. His smile drops and he clutches the mug a little tighter.

anonymous asked:

Don't you ever feel bad or weird speculating about other people's lives that actually want their relationships and their private lives private and just want to show the content they make?

no because: 

1. i don’t “speculate” in the sense of fabricating things that are unreasonable or untrue 

2. they don’t ONLY share youtube content. they do live shows, they have twitters and instagrams–they frequently tell us more about their lives behind their youtube videos and i don’t draw on more material than that to write about them or talk about their relationship. if they wanted full privacy they could easily achieve it and step back from all social media. but look at their recent pics and tell me if that looks like two people who don’t want anyone to discuss anything but the latest sims video 

3. i’m one person with absolutely no power and sway in the exchange between dnp and their audience. dnp are content creators with massive wealth and influence and they are in a position of power over their fans. one person sitting on a tumblr blog talking about how cute they are together has absolutely no capacity to harm them. arguments about protecting their privacy are well intentioned but ultimately hyperbolic in my opinion bc they don’t need “protection” from people who have far less power than them 

4. as i touch on above, i don’t do anything invasive or empower people who follow me to do anything invasive. i don’t have access to their private communication. i don’t stalk them. i don’t pass off opinion as fact. there are basic boundaries to what i post and say because as much as i don’t have the power to hurt dnp on my own i do respect them as individuals

lol i hope sending in this ask made you feel better, but in my opinion it seems a little smug and self-righteous. unless you want to make a respectful and actually substantive argument for why you think anything i’m doing/saying on this blog is inappropriate, i’ll probs refrain from answering questions like this in future. i hope you have a nice day! x 

Idk why people are upset over what Veronica and Archie did? Given the information that they had and their motivations I thought it was justified for them to suspect FP. If people actually try to see it from Archie’s POV, FP had disappointed Jug many times before. Juggie is homeless because of his father. And V just wanted the truth about her father.

To me they were just trying to be a good friend to Jug, it’s just that they made a bad judgment in handling the whole FP situation. I’m all for protecting Jug, but they weren’t intentionally hurting him.

anonymous asked:

I'm bored but I'm curious (idk if you're still taking requests at this time) what is your opinion on the Joshua Hong, the Hong Jisoo in bed?

“The Hong Jisoo in bed” lmfaoo idk why but that made me laugh. I assume you’re requesting for a Joshua in bed scenerio/headcannon thing. If not, I’m sorry lol.

  • (lowkey scared cause people say he has a tumblr and be lurking.. *eye emojis*)
  • Jisoos Christ.. Johsua in bed? Okay..  lets goo
  • He’d be so loving and caring
  • And passionate
  • Aims to please you mainly
  • His pace is usually slow to medium
  • And very steady, almost careful like
  • Is afraid to hurt you so he’s very gentle
  • Moans into your ear  (totally does this on purpose)
  • Leaves soft kisses on your cheek while you’re in the act
  • Allows you to take control whenever you want
  • Loves it when you ride him
  • But he’ll never tell you that or ask for it^
  • When he gives you oral it’s AMaZing
  • He’s timid at first but as he learns what you like he becomes more confident
  • And when you go down on him he gets all flustered omG
  • He’d never ask you for it cause he’s such a “gentleman”
  • So you’d have to ask him if he wanted you to
  • “I-I hmm.. sure? But only if you want to!!”
  • When you do, he moans your name and closes his eyes
  • Oky I don’t see him as being very kinky but..
  • He may be into over-stimulation
  • You doing this to him tho
  • He’d never tease you (unless he’s feeling dominant) but he would secretly like when you teased him

-After sex, he’ll cuddle with you and leave sweet kisses all over your face. Telling you how much he loves you.

Bulletproof (ch. 1)

OK SO REMEMBER WHEN I GOT PROMPTS AND THEN D IDNT DO THEM? this is why. this absolute frankensteins monster. I just. I had this human!au in my head, and… now it’s a thing. A very long thing. With a plot… help.
@velocifoxy @idk-and-idc-and-idr

Slow burn (not super slow to start w/ but it gets slower. Like. Really slow.) suuuper hurt comfort, probably gonna get nsfw in the future because. I hate writing easy things apparently. (There’s a one night stand implied that m i g h t not be the best decision the characters ever made. This does get addressed in another chapter, but not this one) really a lot of awful angsty metaphors that go on like 3 sentences too long I’m sORRY

Logince (eventually lamp but… yknow. slow burn.)

Alcohol mention, emotional abuse, rebound, bad break up, poison/gun mention, v brief murder mention, gets a tiny bit nsfw at the end (they don’t even kiss, guys, Roman is just a big flirt who maybe makes bad decisions sometimes)

From @killerfangirl3
“I’m bulletproof, just don’t shoot me”

They say if you take little bits of poison everyday for years, you could one day be immune, if those little bits didn’t kill you first. Unfortunately, the same isn’t true for love.

Roman staggered out of the party early, words ringing in his ears. “Convenient.” That’s all he had been. “Convenient.” A step up to bigger things. He was famous, but not famous enough. Rich, but they had wanted richer. Soft, when they wanted useful. The casual voice over champagne clinking. “You didn’t think it meant anything, did you? People like you. Now, they like me! It was convenient to-”
Roman winced at the memory. He had to move. It was near midnight, and pouring rain, gold from the streetlights playing on every drop as they fell. His jacket and umbrella were inside, but his wallet and phone (dead, probably) still sat in his pocket, so he cut his losses, stepping out from under the porch of the grand, old house, still glowing with lights and people and noise.
He though little bits of love would be okay. But it never worked like that. He couldn’t just do a little. It was less like saying to take small doses of poison everyday, than it was getting shot everyday. The only way to be really bulletproof was to never hand someone the gun …He didn’t know where he was going. His dress shoes didn’t have the same satisfying click on soaked pavement as they did on marble or hardwood. His hair was flat, and clinging to his skull. He didn’t feel anything. So he kept walking.

He wasn’t sure how long it took, but when sensation returned, it came in the form of being cold. Then his feet hurt.
Looking around, the only light on was shining from a dusty looking store front. He doubted anyone would be open at that hour, but the crash of heavy rain was weighing on his senses, and his last stitch of self preservation pushed him to the door. It swung open with a halfhearted jingle from a rusted bell.
At first, he couldn’t see anyone. Every wall seemed to be covered in books, as well as much of the floor. He could hardly see the ceiling, but the shelves went past where he thought a regular ceiling ought to be and then some. Stacks of ancient creaking leather bound tomes, dog eared paperbacks, and bent, stained hardcovers nearly covered every inch. It looked less like a store and more like a… hoard.
Roman stood dripping on the doormat in utter awe, until something moved in the back of the shop. Sure enough, a face was poking out from around a bookshelf. The man had large black glasses pushed up onto his forehead, making his hair spike in every direction. He had red marks on the bridge of his nose from wearing them too long, and was blinking at Roman like he’d just woken up.
“Oh, uh give me a moment.”
He extracted himself clumsily from what must have been a desk at some point and unfolded from a leather chair he’d been sitting in, adjusting his tie and putting his glasses back on their perch.
“Alright. My name is Logan, what are you looking for tonight?”
He was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, his clothes crumpled. Roman was so shellshocked by the sight he nearly forgot to answer. He felt his cheeks grow red from more that just the cold. “I- uh- I’m not looking for anything in particular, I’m just… Browsing.”
He willed the man to leave it at that, he could pretend to look at books, warm up, call a taxi and go cry into his pillow without being recognized by a cute clerk at a weird bookshop. Logan squinted at him from behind the glasses, taking a step forward. Roman flinched instinctively back, shoulders bumping the glass door. /this is it, he’s going to recognize me, tell a some news site and get a picture as I run off or something. ‘Local star now local washed up wreck…’/
“Are you sure? We usually only get people looking for something specific… we only really have older, out of print books that people value as collectors… Sir? Are you alright?”
The clerks voice had nothing but honest curiosity turned concern as he walked closer. Roman realized his eyes where still closed tight, waiting for when he’d have to run. He opened them to find Logan much closer too him, inspecting him with a worried face.

/he’s cuter up close… wait no don’t do that bad idea/

“uh. Yes. Yes, I’m fine.”
“No, no you’re not. Your teeth are chattering. Follow me. Try not to get any books wet. If you have to, drip on the romance novels on the left. They never sell anyways.”
The clerk turned on his heel and walked further into the shop.
“You could also go back into the rain, if you want, but I would recommend accepting help. You look freezing and probably lost, and nothing else around runs this late.”
Roman shrugged. ‘Local star murdered by weird book seller’ sounded better than 'local star found frozen solid on side walk’ anyways. He followed Logan back into the shop. Two large bookshelves split the space in two, creating a doorway between them into the rest of the room. A rickety wooden staircase disappeared into shadows at the very back.
To Romans right was what could almost be called a parlor, a large, deep leather sofa sat facing several cushy armchairs covered in fading fabric, separated by a low coffee table. On his left was a workshop of some sort, incredibly tidy in contrast to the rest of the store, a bright desk lamp shone on a thick, dusty book, which lay naked with its leather cover to one side. A number of tools stood like a row of soldiers to one side.
Roman let himself be ushered onto the sofa, which reminded him exactly how sore his feet were. He let out a sigh. It might have been a terrible idea to crash at a random collectors book store because the sofa was comfy and the clerk was cute, but after a night like his it was danm tempting. Logan was mostly quiet as he moved about the space, up and down the stairs to fetch things, leaving Roman to his thoughts. He stared into space, trying not to think them, until something warm wrapped around his shoulders.
He looked up to see Logan pulling a wool blanket around him, tutting under his breath. “It’s never a good idea to soak yourself to the bone like this. It’s going to take a while to warm you up.” Roman nodded dully, remembering how much of a mess he must look. /that’s probably why he doesn’t recognize you. The longer you stay the more you’re risking…/ he ignored himself, watching Logan move around the space. His shirt, already rumpled, was pushed up past his elbows, showing his arms. His hands and his slacks were covered in ink stains that Roman hadn’t noticed at first.
The wool blanket smelled like peppermint. Maybe that’s what Logan smelled like.

He was too tired for attractive strangers, he decided. He was heart broken, metaphorically and literally lost, who cared if he wondered if attractive nerds smelled like peppermint or not. He settled further into the couch, wrapping himself in the blanket like a cloak.
/you’re so screwed./ his brain whispered. /so very very screwed./
The stairs creaked, and Logan came reappeared carefully balancing two steaming mugs. He set one down in front of Roman, then lowered himself into the chair and blew on his mug. When Roman didn’t reach for his immediately, he held eye contact and raised an eyebrow pointedly. Roman sighed and sat up, peering into it suspiciously. “It’s hot chocolate. It’s not going to bite you.” “I know what it is! I was just-” the eyebrow again. “Fine, fine. I’m drinking it. Happy?” Logan hummed and Roman tried not to burn his tongue. It wasn’t good hot chocolate by any means, but it was hot. And vaguely chocolate. So it helped, at least a little. They sat for a while, until both cups sat below half, and Roman had a pleasant glow in his stomach.
Logan set his mug down with a decisive clack.
“So. Talk.”
Roman immediately stiffened, and Logan backed up, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to tell me everything, or anything at all, really, but you clearly had a difficult night. I’m not sure what else you need right now, and some context would be appreciated. Besides.” Logan leaned back in the chair, eyeing him. “I don’t usually get that many mysterious customers on the nightshift, surprisingly. I’m curious.” Roman felt his cheeks heat up again, and scolded himself for being so happy for the attention. Most people assumed they knew everything about him. It was nice to feel… interesting, in a normal way.
/whatever./ his brain muttered bitterly.
/he’s probably just curious about the weird, wet idiot on his doorstep. You look horrible, anyways. Any chance at 'charming stranger’ was ruined ages ago./
he sighed, and cleared his throat.
“I… bailed on a party.” That was true, technically.
/say anything/ his brain urged.
/you don’t need to tell him how pathetic your night was. You didn’t ask for his help/
“I had a pretty bad break up.”
/really?/ his mind was screaming.
But Logan just winced sympathetically.
“That must have been difficult… do you… would you like to talk about it?”
Every instinct in his head told him not to. But he felt… warm. Safe.
“I… was seeing some one who… was after something specific. After …they got that, I was unnecessary.” His voice sounded small and broken in his own ears, despite him trying to keep it steady. When he found the courage to look up, there was no pity or disgust in the other mans eyes.
“That sucks.”
It was the most casual he’d been all night. Roman couldn’t help laughing.

The terror of telling things like that to strangers returned somewhat after that, and the conversation moved on to lighter things. Mostly about Logan. He found out Logan slept upstairs, for convenience sake, and that he worked part time as a substitute English teacher, when he wasn’t restoring books. Logan tapped his fingers on his chair like he was playing a piano when he was thinking. Logan snorted when he laughed, if you could get him to do it. Logan didn’t think he was very good with people.
Romans eyes were raw from crying, but he felt like the full effect of the night hadn’t even started to hit him. It was terrifying. Almost everything was. Tomorrow morning felt like some kind of deadline. Some kind of cliff.

Fortunately, it wasn’t tomorrow morning yet. Logan coughed politely, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“As nice as this is,” ('he thinks it’s nice!’ Part of him said. 'Shut. up.’ said a larger part) “my shift is about to end.”
Romans heart sank.
“Do you have a place to stay tonight?”
Logans voice was soft, almost… nervous.
Romans heart was on a danm rollercoaster.
“I… technically, yes.”
There was the eyebrow again. “Technically?” Bile rose in Romans throat. “I would… rather not go back in this state, but I do have somewhere to go. If you lend me your phone I could call a cab-”
“No! -I mean.”
Logan cleared his throat, less gracefully this time. “That’s not necessary. You can stay here. If you want, that is.”
This was familiar ground. Roman could feel his feet under him as Logan got more and more flustered. “And who’s bed would I be sleeping in, exactly?” Roman knew he was grinning at this point.
“Uh- t-there’s a spare couch upstairs, I suppose you could have my bed if you-”
“Not quite what I meant, gorgeous.”
Roman pulled himself up off the couch, and stalked over to the armchair Logan was sitting in. He was close enough to see the other man swallow nervously. Getting no signal to back off, he planted both hands on the arms of the chair, caging Logan in, and waited for him to make a move.
Throw him out, or…
One of Logans hands grabbed the back of his neck. “I suppose” he muttered, pulling Roman towards him “I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

anonymous asked:

Hi long story short my bf was texting other girls a few weeks ago I found out and we made up I forgave him. But A few things that bother me now is I always pay for his stuff but when I want him to help me out he complains about paying for me, he doesn't take showers or brush his teeth but expects me to look pretty all the time, and it's just starting to bother me now idk what to do. I don't want to hurt his feelings by breaking up with him but all we do is have sex there's just no connection.


Originally posted by wendywilliamsgifs

So the new yt video happened and now I don’t think I want Even to reunite with the boys. Well maybe I do with Yousef, he seems like the good guy of the group.
But I mean, didn’t the rest’s reaction seem like they made fun of even and of whatever he did? Adam seemed mean and Mikael was laughing and idk it didn’t seem like it was even who broke up the friendship and I don’t think he just left and the boys were missing him much after.
But yeah, drama is happening and I hope my son will be okay.
Also, in the trailer he got hit and his nose was bleeding, indicating he will get hurt. If the boys missed him and wanted to be back in his life, then why would Even got hurt? Is it JUST because Isak and the rest of his new friends will find out about his past?

the types as things said during eightgate (enneagram and mbti edition)

infp:  Idk that just sounds really disrespectful???

enfp:  I definitely had a feeling you’d use the r slur. Here, I’m not even going to go into a full blown explanation about why the usage of the r slur is bad, but…  Yes, indeed the r slur is very hurtful. It is. It has hurt so many people.

infj:   no. i just unblocked you.

enfj:  There’s a severe lack of Ti and Fe in this thread smh tbh FAMS.

intp:  The Enneagram is made up of three shapes: a circle, a triangle, and God knows what you call the other thing

entp:  who is in a perpetual state of half trolling,

intj:  I am really baffled, Chancellor of Darkness.

entj: “feeling”

istp:  No, I was insulting you which is not the same as debating with you.

estp:  Literally I had to fight fire with nuclear explosions to survive

istj:  Thanks for the logical and detailed reply, glad we got that sorted out.

estj:  I know that you Ti-users are aware that

isfp:  Most people spend a large amount of time feeling like special snow flakes and feeling sorry for themselves

esfp: I have no clue. You’re welcome!

isfj:  everyone had issues in their childhood and we aren’t aggressive or mean

esfj:  I dont recall you majorly participating in this discussion, so your view on whether or not it’s fun is irrelevant.

1:   the warped psychological concepts

2:  It’s fine I never considered my tiny little comment in this whole chaos to be relevant anyway

3:  all offense, but who the hell are you?

4:  Therefore, I don’t think I am a 4.

5:  but even that’s debatable,

p6:  I don’t wanna be an aggressive eight, but I still want to be an eight

cp6:  breaking news: enneagram 8s are overly sensitive babies that feel threatened by something as minor as a fucking enneagram joke, a personality system that’s absolutely irrelevant anywhere that actually matters

7:  What a bummer, I ruined my own joke.

8: ACTUAL threats

9:  Okay.jpg

anonymous asked:

You fucked up a perfectly good dog and now you had to put it down. Why didn't you give her up to a breed specific rescue or gave her back to her breeder? Maybe if she wasn't around you her life could've improved. It's really sad when everyone is patting you on the back and pitying you for the mistake you made. Maybe you don't need another dog but instead try to get meds to aid your anxiety.

Ahh, judge-y little grey face. Let me first tell you a thing: you don’t need to be here. Please block me, I don’t care about your opinion. If you honestly feel like I am the cause for any hurt in this world idk why you wouldn’t have me blocked already? Anyways, answering this since I know this opinion will continue to come up no matter what…

“You fucked up a perfectly good dog and now you had to put it down.”

Eh, that’s your opinion. Sure, I used to fear that I was the cause for her breakdown, but now I believe it’s fairly safe to say that I was not. (Also none of the specialists who have physically interacted with her, or her breeder, think I’m at all at fault so there u go.) I mean, even if she fed off my anxiety I was nowhere nearly toxic enough to do this to her.

“Why didn’t you give her up to a breed specific rescue or gave her back to her breeder?”

Name one rescue that had the knowledge to deal with her, would have listened to anything I said, had the time to devote to her like I did, would have taken in a dog with a bite history, extensive special needs, would have only used positive reinforcement/leash pressure/capturing (as that’s all she could mentally handle without shutting down/biting), etc. Not to mention that the only GSD rescues around here I despise. I know that Echo would never have passed any temperament test anyways and would have starved herself to death as she hardly ate/drank outside of my presence and it was not unusual for her to have week long hunger strikes. I discussed why her breeder wasn’t the best option in the last ask but to summarize they were not ready to take on a dog of Echo’s needs, had children, not enough time to dedicate to her, did not want to train her (so much as care for basic needs), and not everyone in the breeder’s household was on board with the decision. Ya know, plus a bunch o’ other stuff that you aren’t entitled to know.

“Maybe if she wasn’t around you her life could’ve improved.”

You’re entitled to your opinion. I mean you have no facts to back this up, given you don’t know me, didn’t know Echo, only had access to what few facts I post online, probably have no experience with dogs like Echo, and /obviously/ managed to miss just how much I cared for Echo.

“It’s really sad when everyone is patting you on the back and pitying you for the mistake you made.”

I made no mistake in putting her down. It was the best option for her. Not because “oh, now she can finally get away from me, this horrible monster giving her anxiety!!!” but because she was suffering her own demons and it was the best option. Again, if anyone feels that this isn’t true, please block me. I’m not looking to change anyone’s opinions. If you’re thick headed enough to send messages like this I don’t care to interact with you.

“Maybe you don’t need another dog but instead try to get meds to aid your anxiety.”

Aaaand now the grand finale! A stranger thinks it’s okay to tell someone what chemicals to put in their body. Good ol’ ableism at it’s finest. Listen bub, this is not an okay thing to say. Not to anyone, not to me now given the circumstances, not ever. Whether or not I’m on medication is absolutely none of your business. I’m not going to go into detail about my medical treatments just because you want to make me sad? It’s not gonna work. I’ll be sad on my own schedule tyvm.

And general disclosure, I’m only answering a few of the messages like this that I’m getting. If I get too many more asks like this I’m just gonna be deleting them. The words don’t effect me and I simply don’t care to give anyone my time (beyond explaining what was going on to my followers who care). I’m not going to end my life over other people’s opinions (for those of you who have been worried about that ty). I’m stronger than some sentences sent over anon.

anonymous asked:

Hirst still needs to explain to us why Lagertha would sleep with Ragnar and Aslaug if she's always hated Aslaug and never forgave her. I don't get how he can stick to that "aslaug wounded lagertha's pride" argument when scenes from his own show contradict him. Retcons like this just show how poorly he tends to write.

Obviously that threesome was one of the many “sacrifices” Lagertha made because of her enduring love for Ragnar and was just another one part of the hurt and humiliation Aslaug inflicted on Lagertha because Aslaug got to be in the middle and therefore separated the most perfect love that is ragertha from each other. :)


kaniisa  asked:

You really are a good writer by how you could hurt me emotionally with ynwa chapter 9 and jimin, yeah fukc i hate hoseok but i was thirsty for his appearence in ynwa idk anymore, lol who am i kiddin, why am i like this, u should've know how depressed I look like at school after I read what happened to jimin. Anyway, love u ❤❤❤

thank you for reading ynwa! i’m so happy you’re invested and like the story, but i’m sorry if i made you sad :((( i just LOVE ANGST. thank you so much for being so lovely x x x

Originally posted by sugasuite

Going through esc2017 tag and to everyone who is pissy about Australia being there - I get your concerns about us not being in Europe but our population of European people (that isn’t UK) is actually pretty high, hence why we had the largest viewership outside of Europe. So while yeah, there are UK descendants and Asians here too that enjoy Eurovision, 1) is us enjoying it hurting you and 2) there are a fuck ton of people from other European countries that actually get to vote. Do our views mean nothing to you?
Also yeah Montenegro should’ve gotten through


She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she’d ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

ya know i just remembered why it made me super upset about the dad thing bc my mom told me that he a pregnancy scare w the girl he was with or whateverv n it mad e angry about him having another kid it made me feel like i was being replaced n idk if he did have another kid it didnt feel fair? like. he wasnt there for me. only for two years of my life. n if he was gonna be “dad” to someone else it hurt alot

spoopyshattery replied to your post “im rewatching rogue one and this movie is so god damn terrible in the…”

literally that and logan are my fave movies of pretty much all time

ooooh logan was also A+! sad as fuck too but A+!
but rogue one is another kind of sad like, my dad and i were re-watching it moments ago and he literally made a comment that went something like “why can’t at least ONE of them make it though?” and i was shaking my head like “i know right?” idk man, it breaks me that none of the main cast made it in the end like i understand why but it still HURTS