if anybody knows what i mean

anonymous asked:

Fuck u. I used to like you a lot and think of you as a friend and you don't remember me, wow. Ok. Fuck you again.

Listen I’m sorry if I forgot to message you or but maybe understand that maybe I’m really tired and I have a lot if work to do. I’m really bad at messaging people, on tumblr or irl friends and sometimes I just want to be alone and to not talk to anybody. Maybe you didnt know that but it makes me really sad because most of the time I dont answer not because I don’t like you, but because I’m just exhausted and want to be left alone. If I hurted u I’m sorry it wasnt my intention and you should message me. I prefer to have a good argument rather than a fuck you. I’m doing my best but i can’t do everything right.
Again i really dont know what the i dont remember you means and you really should message me. Friends don’t send anon, they send private messages saying “Sarah u fucked up let’s talk” and really, I would appreciate that. Now I have to go to school so excuse me

How does someone like me know what’s true and what’s not?” she says. “I’m 54 years old. I don’t watch the news. I don’t listen to the news on the radio. Then when I’m on the internet, and I see something where I’m like, ‘Holy shit, really?,’ I’m led down this path of believing it. I don’t have the knowledge that a journalist has about how verifiable is the source. When you’re just a standard person, you can really be led to believe anything. Because of the internet, anybody can put news out there. How do I know if it’s the truth or not? It makes it hard when you’re trying to choose a president. People chose Donald Trump because [they thought] he tweeted he was gonna stop chemtrails – you know what I mean?

Honestly I don’t get all these bare-minimum breadcrumb gay moments in movies because, like, homophobes will be like “the what? gay?” and boycott the movie over Craig Ferguson The Viking saying “ha ha that’s why I never got married! That and one other reason!” so like, if you’re in for a penny go in for a pound, clearly you want to tap into the lucrative market for content with same-sex relationships, and the Homophobe Market is going to pitch a hissy fit and boycott whether you toss in a few breadcrumbs or the entire loaf. Anybody who’s gonna boycott over gay stuff is probably already boycotting stuff where characters just wink-wink-nudge-nudge but never explicitly confirm anything so there’s no reason to hesitate. You could put in an entire gay wedding and it would be no different, from a homophobe’s point of view, than having a woman in your movie roll her eyes at a male character’s advances and say “sorry, you’re not my type if-you-know-what-i-mean!”

It’s like how my old high school marked you as tardy starting from one minute after the beginning of the school day (7:46 AM) through to 10:30 AM, at which point you’d be marked absent. The punishment was the same whether you arrived at 7:46 or 10:29, so if you were running late and couldn’t make it to school by 7:45, you’d essentially been given a free pass to skip first and second period and go get breakfast at McDonald’s because you’re already in the same amount of trouble regardless of when you actually show up, so long as you do so within the next two and a half hours

Don’t skip school, kids, but hollywood, take note, go big or go home on the gay stuff because the homophobes are already boycotting the movie even if you just put in a blink-and-you-miss-it nudge-nudge hint-hint background reference and you could be making a lot more money by giving the Yellow Ranger a gf in the sequel

Putting Lipstick On A Pig

by reddit user Pippinacious

Except for the whole murder thing, Courtney James seemed like a lovely young woman. She was bright, articulate, a dedicated college student and well liked waitress at a popular restaurant.

I met her when she was sitting in an interrogation room at the precinct. She was a bit on the larger side, dressed conservatively in pastel colors and minimal makeup, and when I came in, she introduced herself with a polite smile, as if we were meeting for a job interview as opposed to a police investigation. She had declined to have an attorney present, so I got right to business.

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  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: I was the one who had it all. I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life. I learned the truth too late. I'll never shake away the pain.
  • I close my eyes but she's still there. I let her steal into my melancholy heart. It's more than I can bear. Now I know she'll never leave me. Even as she runs away. She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me. Move me, come what may.
  • Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door. I'll fool myself she'll walk right in. And be with me for evermore.
Top 10 Btvs Quotes

Buffy the Vampire Slayer is without question the defining piece of media of my life. I watched it as it aired all throughout my adolescence and it profoundly shaped my life and self in so many ways from big to small (hell, even the way I talk and randomly slap together prefixes and suffixes as a phrase called for can be traced back to Buffy).

While it has its issues, the show taught me to believe in myself, to keep going, to treasure my weirdness and the strange and awkward things that don’t fit are the best things about me and what makes me me. It showed me that superheroes come in all shapes and sizes, with and without capes, in and out of the spotlight. It defined the kind of person I wanted to be and I know there’s a whole generation of people that feel the same.

In honor of the 20th anniversary here’s a list of my personal top ten most meaningful Buffy quotes. There are a billion and fifty amazing, quotable moments and these aren’t even necessarily my favorite. These are the ones that meant the most to me, the ones that stuck with me and I think of when I need them.

“No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away and what’s left?”
“Me”


“I’m the thing the monsters have nightmares about.”


"Seize the moment, ‘cause tomorrow you might be dead.”


“To forgive is an act of compassion, Buffy. It’s-it’s… it’s not done because people deserve it. It’s done because they need it.”


“I made it up. I’m making it all up. So what kind of hero does that make me?”


Originally posted by i-want-to-b-found

“No guy is worth your life, not ever”


“When I say ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a woman.”


“I guess I just realized how amazingly screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up, in a monumental fashion. And they have no purpose that unites them so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die… which they… they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They’re incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane. And yet, here’s the thing – when it’s something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they’re lame morons for fighting, but they do. They never… never quit. So I guess I will keep fighting too.”


“They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn’t chosen. To live so near the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You’re not special. You’re extraordinary.”


Originally posted by amythegloriouspond

“The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me.”

What he says: I’m fine.

What he means:  
I was the one who had it all
I was the master of my fate
I never needed anybody in my life
I learned the truth too late

I’ll never shake away the pain
I close my eyes but she’s still there
I let her steal into my melancholy heart
It’s more than I can bear

Now I know she’ll never leave me
Even as she runs away
She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me
Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in
And be with me for evermore

I rage against the trials of love
I curse the fading of the light
Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach
She’s never out of sight

Now I know she’ll never leave me
Even as she fades from view
She will still inpire me, be a part of
Everything I do

Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in
And as the long, long nights begin
I’ll think of all that might have been
Waiting here for evermore!

I don’t know if anybody has done this but what about a headcannon where Kara is somewhat a legend in the assistant world? Jess, who just starts out as an assistant, has absolutely no idea until one day she is sitting with some other assistants of some important people in meeting with Lena and Kara just walks in asking if Lena is free cause she wanna hangs out. After Kara is gone the other assistants are just like holy shit that’s Kara Danvers how the heck do you know her Jess omg what do you mean it’s nothing special she survived Cat freaking Grant

If Styles hadn’t yet adapted to global social-media attention, he was tested in 2012, when he met Taylor Swift at an awards show. Their second date, a walk in Central Park, was caught by paparazzi. Suddenly the couple were global news. They broke up the next month, reportedly after a rocky Caribbean vacation; the romance was said to have ended with at least one broken heart.

The relationship is a subject he’s famously avoided discussing. “I gotta pee first. This might be a long one,” he says. He rises to head to the bathroom, then adds, “Actually, you can say, ‘He went for a pee and never came back.‘ ”


He returns a couple of minutes later. “Thought I’d let you stew for a while,” he says, laughing, then takes a gulp of green juice. He was surprised, he says, when photos from Central Park rocketed around the world. “When I see photos from that day,” he says, “I think: Relationships are hard, at any age. And adding in that you don’t really understand exactly how it works when you’re 18, trying to navigate all that stuff didn’t make it easier. I mean, you’re a little bit awkward to begin with. You’re on a date with someone you really like. It should be that simple, right? It was a learning experience for sure. But at the heart of it – I just wanted it to be a normal date.”


He’s well aware that at least two of Swift’s songs – “Out of the Woods” and “Style” – are considered to be about their romance. (“You’ve got that long hair slicked back, white T-shirt,” she sang in “Style.”) “I mean, I don’t know if they’re about me or not …” he says, attempting gallant discretion, “but the issue is, she’s so good, they’re bloody everywhere.” He smiles. “I write from my experiences; everyone does that. I’m lucky if everything [we went through] helped create those songs. That’s what hits your heart. That’s the stuff that’s hardest to say, and it’s the stuff I talk least about. That’s the part that’s about the two people. I’m never going to tell anybody everything.” (Fans wondered whether “Perfect,” a song Styles co-wrote for One Direction, might have been about Swift: “And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out/And if you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about/Baby, I’m perfect.”)


Was he able to tell her that he admired the songs? “Yes and no,” he says after a long pause. “She doesn’t need me to tell her they’re great. They’re great songs … It’s the most amazing unspoken dialogue ever.”


Is there anything he’d want to say to Swift today? “Maybe this is where you write down that I left!” He laughs, and looks off. “I don’t know,” he finally says. “Certain things don’t work out. There’s a lot of things that can be right, and it’s still wrong. In writing songs about stuff like that, I like tipping a hat to the time together. You’re celebrating the fact it was powerful and made you feel something, rather than ‘this didn’t work out, and that’s bad.’ And if you run into that person, maybe it’s awkward, maybe you have to get drunk … but you shared something. Meeting someone new, sharing those experiences, it’s the best shit ever. So thank you.”

—  Harry Styles talking about Taylor Swift - Rolling Stone May 2017 (x)

Dear Tumblr,

Dear writers of Tumblr, commissioners of Tumblr, anybody who does writing for money, anybody who wants to do writing for money, anybody who has considered paying somebody to write for them -

A few days ago, I received a request for a commission. It was a fairly normal one, as far as mine go, but as we proceeded, it got more and more exciting. Yesterday night, I sent to him an estimate of price. He estimates price based on pages - I said that, going by 500 words a page, 5 pages would be $25 CDN.

His response was concerned, surprised and very nearly outraged. He didn’t say ‘How dare you’, he didn’t say ‘You’re a thief’’ - nothing like that. But he did say that that was very high for somebody with ‘no short stories in his gallery’.

Anybody who follows me well knows several things. All my work is on AO3 and FF, and I’m not shy about that (it’s said publicly on my DA and my commission form). I’ve been writing for years. And I do not, ever, post work I’m hoping to publish on a public forum.

I charge 10$ for 1000 words. Not only is this standard for this particular, hardly-regulated industry, it’s well below minimum wage. Ten dollars, for something that’ll take me between three days and a week to write. This man who was trying to commission me wanted that same amount for $4.

I said no.

Writers of Tumblr, know what your work is worth. There is a problem, a significant, far-reaching problem of us being undercharged, undervalued, treated like our work means nothing and is worth nothing. Don’t let anybody sell you on that. We all need work, and we all need money, but this is wrong and this is unfair.

So what do we do? We say no. We say ‘this is what we charge’ and we don’t cave. Maybe they’ll say fine, and go find somebody else who charges less, but eventually, there will be nobody who charges less. $10 per 1000 is our standard. That’s our minimum wage. Let’s stick to that. Let’s be absolutely, iron-clad clear that we will not accept less. And over time, let’s make it more.

Commissioners and clients of Tumblr. If you are part of the problem, fix it. If you’re not willing to shell out that money for writing, then write it yourself. Admit that what we do is important. Admit that what we do is worth paying for. And to those of you who do - to those of you who are respectful, and who don’t whine and complain about our prices - thank you, from the bottoms of our hearts.

Elliott Dunstan

I am not a people’s person
I live on my own accord
I don’t really care about anybody else most of the time
But I get hurt when they don’t care about me
Half the time I don’t even realise that I hurt someone
And many times I do it on purpose
Expecting them to be okay with it
I expect them to come back to me
To be with me the way they have always been
Even after hurting them
I know it is selfish and I know I am selfish
But that is how I have always been
There is no changing me
—  What I mean when I say that I am not a nice person // JustScribbledWords

ilyncagg  asked:

Hi again!:) I am so excited about the whole Mark&Emma thing (not sure what the ship name is) so I was just wondering if there will be anybody who will know the truth, excluding Emma. I mean, maybe Jem? Or anybody? And I suppose that Livvy, Ty, Dru and Tavvy do believe that Emma and Mark are in love with each other and stuff, right? And another thing: as Tavvy has a huge importance in LM (especially because he found that book with the poem), will he have a massive role as he did in LM?

Memma I guess? Yes, there will be a person/people who know the truth about Mark/Emma/Julian. But no one in the Blackthorn family, because telling them the truth would be asking them to lie to Jules.

Tell me about the one who loved him - A Sirius Black Imagine

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘Professor Lupin? Er - I mean, Remus?’ asked Harry.

Remus looked at the young boy. His heart would always burst when he saw the young man. Each day he’d grow was a day he looked more like his father.

‘Yes Harry?’ replied Remus.

Harry sat at the table with his former professor. The Weasleys house was uncommonly quiet, he was not used for them not being there.

‘I was wondering… Sirius earlier, he said something about er… somebody he wanted to see for a very long time. Do you reckon who would that be?’

Remus’ face became serious.

‘I’ll take that as a yes, then’ said Harry, noticing Remus’s sudden expression.

Remus tried to smile to the young boy.

‘Who’s that person, then?’

‘He shouldn’t go… he’s going to make himself found’ Remus sighed.

‘Is that person could turn him in? We have to stop him!’ shouted Harry, getting up in a hurry.

‘Sit down, Harry… she won’t put him in danger, of that I’m sure. He’d just better leave the past where it is. I’ll try to find him later, put a stop to that.’

Harry sat down again, with more questions in his mind.

‘She?’ said Harry.

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The Grim Reapers Girlfriend (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by yoonseok

Originally posted by recked

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing


“It’s been lovely to talk with you Mrs Kang” his deep voice bounced off of the creme coloured walls. “And so with you uh” The old lady stumbled over her words, not knowing what to call him.

The man chuckles, “Yoongi” he says lightly, leading her to the door way. She sighs and stops in her tracks “So this is it?” she whispers looking up at him, “I’m afraid so, I don’t usually tell my clients this but that was your last life, for now you will go up to the clouds…but I do have an escort waiting for you” 

Yoongi smiles and opens the wooden door, a tall elderly man displayed at the foot steps. “Oh my!” The old lady gasps and falls into her husbands arms, for whom she hasn’t seen in five years. 

“My Dear!” the elderly man shouted engulfing his wife into a loving hug. “Thank you, so much” the old lady reached out and took Yoongi’s hands and shook them, ignoring the fact that they were ten degrees colder than her own.

The couple walk up the stairs.

“Jungkook! Do I have anymore appointments?” the older male closed the door and walked back to his own mahogany desk. “No, sir. Not that I know of” the younger male pipes up from his own.

“Good, I can finally finish Goblin” Yoongi smiles referring to the hit K drama. 

As soon as Yoongi opens the website Jungkook screams “Sir you’ve got an un expected case. It’s a car crash scene” Yoongi groans.

He walks over to the door and grabs his jacket and hat putting them both on. 


“Where is it?” Yoongi ask’s, prancing the grounds where cherry blossom trees cover the street. “at the end of this street″ Jungkook whispers, barely keeping up with him.

The older male disappears into thin air to where the scene is, Jungkook groans cursing to himself that he doesn’t know how to do it yet. 


Have you ever heard of love at first sight? If you don’t believe in it. Here’s proof. Yoongi looked at the young girl before him, butterflies were released into his stomach, Yoongi had never felt this way before in his life as the Grim Reaper.

“Y/n Y/l/n” Yoongi started catching your attention, your puffy red eyes displayed perfectly. Normally he wouldn’t care but this time his heart ached just a bit.

After he named your age, birth date, weight ect. ect. You looked up at him “Is this correct?” he raised one eyebrow asking you, “The weight” you whispered he sighed and got out his pen, “Bigger or Lower?” “Bigger” you said “By how much?” he asked, you shook your head not willing to give out the information.

“Listen, I understand. You’re not the first girl who has refused to give me her age or weight, trust me, I don’t care about it.” He sheepishly smiled at you. 

“I’m 62 Kilo Grams” you smile. Yoongi, taken a back. Rarely no one tells him, of course he already knows but everybody refuses to tell.

“Great, lets go” he smiled extending his left hand out, you looked him up and down and then back to your lifeless body. Bystanders trying to get your bloody covered frame out of the car, some crying some screaming. 

“I don’t understand why they’re crying, I mean I didn’t even know them” You sighed standing up grabbing his hand. “Some people need to cry, so they take any chance they have to start crying. Others are just in shock.” he chuckles.

You smile and finally admire his features, “Why haven’t you asked any questions about me?” he whispered as you two strolled down the street. 

“My grandma, she told me about you. You were a legend and a myth where she grew up, I know exactly who you are but I never believed in it at first…but now you’re here” you laughed remembering the fond memory of your grand mother.

The two of you reached the end of street “This won’t hurt but close your eyes, they might get damaged” he whispered. In a matter of seconds you were at his office.

“I rarely do this. Actually, I don’t do this at all” Yoongi started, thinking if he should really ask you this. “But, would you like to stay here…with me? You wouldn’t go to the other side. Instead, you would be here as my wife” Yoongi knew this was forbidden.

You were taken aback by his sudden question, would you really want to stay here for the rest of your days? You didn’t want to die, from the stories your grand mother told you, he could go anywhere in the world and explore. Something you couldn’t do because of the student debt you owed to your university.

You were looking for the answer, Yoongi’s warm smile making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You though of the cons and pros and the pros took first place, you were about to tell him yes but then something happened.

You disappeared.

“Clear!” You heard a female shout, the electric impulses shot through your body making you jolt forwards.You’re eyes slowly opened, revealing the all too bright light known as the sun, ‘was that all a dream or did that happened?’


“What the hell happened?” Jungkook whispered looking at his boss waving his hand where you previously were. “I-I don’t know, find where she is!” Yoongi shouted.

Jungkook runs over to his black desk and grabs the mortal pad, an immortal electronic device that can tell you anything about anybody. “Sir…why did you ask her that? I mean, if you wanted a companion, there are plenty of other female grim reapers who would love to be all over you” Jungkook whispered, scribbling down the address on a scrap piece of paper.

“She…she was different than all of the others, humans and Grim Reapers. She knew who I was ever since she was a little girl, nobody in the history of my career know who I am.” Yoongi sighed grabbing the paper from Jungkook’s hand. 

“You knew what she was going to say don’t you? I could hear her thoughts from here” Jungkook laughs and sits down. “She was practically shouting yes” Yoongi smiles and vanishes to your hospital room.


“Darling we have to go now” your mum whispered to you kissing your forehead, “Your younger brother has school tomorrow, and your father and I have work tomorrow. Your aunty will come to check on you” she stands up and walks out the door.

“you have a lovely family” The nurse walks in, changing the IV drip. “Would you like the lights off?” she asks. You nod your head. Luckily there was no damage done to your spine, It just hurt. Like a bitch.

As soon as it went dark and the door was shut, you closed your eyes and waited for your deep slumber to arrive.

“Luckily I didn’t say yes” you whispered to yourself, “Why’s that?” you heard a deep voice come out from the corner. A scream escaped your lips “Who’s there?!” you whisper shout grabbing the plastic cup next to you.

“Relax, it’s only me. Now, why are you lucky you didn’t say yes?” The plastic cup flew out of your hand and into his, the lights flickered on showing his face.

“So it wasn’t a dream” you whispered, he stepped closer to you. “I repeat, why are you lucky you didn’t say yes?” he grinned showing the sharps of his teeth.

“I have a second chance at life now, If I said yes I wouldn’t be able to take this opportunity” you sighed. 

“But you were going to say yes, please. Come with me. I will give you everything that you could possibly want” his smile turned into a more general one, the type you would see on an angel.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I have a second chance at life.” You smiled resting your head against the white pillow.

“Well if you’re not going to come with me” he takes a seat in the green chair besides you.

“I guess I’ll just have to stick around for a while”

Little did you know, this is where your life changed.

(Part 2  Part 3  Part 4)

Just Friends | Jughead Jones x Reader

A\N: English is not my first language so I might make some mistakes, feel free to tell me if something’s wrong or what you think about this writing in general.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

It was a chilly autumn evening. (Y\n) was sitting on the couch in her room with a window slightly opened to let the fresh air come in. Everything was calm. Except her mind wasn’t. The silence was filling the room until the sound of a buzzing phone broke it. The girl came up to the table, took her phone and unblocked it. There was a message from one of her bestfriends, Kevin.


    From Kev: “Hey, you okay?”


   She definetely wasn’t okay. And he definetely knew it. All of her friends noticed that something was wrong with her because of how she acted like when they all were hanging out at the Pop’s diner. She wasn’t acting completely different. She smiled a lot, as she always did, but her smile was fading away too quickly this time. If her and Jughead or Betty made eye contact she would immideately break it and look down at the table. There were these little but noticable things that made everyone realise that she wasn’t in the best mood. Though not all of the friends were able to figure out the reason why. 

   So, she spent the past few hours in her room thinking about how everything went so horribly wrong, blaming herself for this and crying from time to time.
   The girl sat back on the couch and typed. 


   To Kev: “I don’t think so”


   She decided to be honest. There was no point of hiding her feelings. If she would say that she’s fine, Kevin wouldn’t believe it. He knew her too well.
   The friends recently found out that Betty and Jughead were together. Betty Cooper. Her bestfriend. (Y\n) was truly glad that Betty found someone who made her happy, because she definetly deserved it. But now everything felt so wrong and hurt so bad, and she didn’t know what to do about it. 


   From Kev: “Can I come over?”


   Kevin was the only one who knew about her feelings. (Y\n) didn’t wanted to tell anybody at all, it was just an accident. But she knew she could trust Kevin with that. Everyone else, Betty included, just thought that there was some kind of connection between the two. But recently (Y\n) and Jughead started seeing each other less often. It didn’t mean that the connection dissapeared, it just didn’t have the chance to show up again. 


   To Kev: “Sure, it’d be nice to see you”


   Betty and Jughead, on the other hand, started hanging out with each other a lot more often while working on the murder board, trying to get more information about Betty’s sister, Polly, and the mistery of Jason Blossom’s death. And it lead them to being something more than just friends.
From Kev: “I’ll buy us some milkshakes at Pop’s. See you in an hour x”
   Lina read the message and it made her smile a bit. 


   To Kev: “Thanx. Love u”


   From Kev: “Love you, too" 


   She blocked the phone and put it on the couch next to her. Thoughts started to crowd round in her head again and she felt a lump in her throat. The girl couldn’t help it and let herself cry. After a couple of minutes she calmed down. Then she suddenly heard her phone buzzing again. She picked it up and read the message. 


    From Juggie: "Come outside, please, I need to talk to you”


    (Y\n)’s heart raised. She didn’t expect Jughead to come to her or to even text her. At least not anymore, not when they fell apart. She thought that now he had more important things to do, different people to care about and to talk to. Anyways, she came downstairs, put her slip-ons on and walked ouside.
   And there he was, standing beside an empty road in his black jeans, boots, green sweater, light denim jacket and overworn grey beanie giving her a little side smile as she walked out of the house.
“Hi,” she greeted him for the second time this day, smiling.
“Hi,” he greeted back.
   There were a few seconds of silence. (Y\n) stood beside the door, arms crossed over her chest. She was looking down at the stairs. He was looking directly at her.
“So… You wanted to talk?” She finally asked, not letting the silence become awkward.
“Yeah, yeah… I… Are you feeling alright?” Jughead said and came a little bit closer.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. “Why would you ask?”
“Uhm, It’s just… You were looking kind of upset when we were at Pop’s.”
“It’s nothing, don’t bother,” she lied again.
“Are you sure?” He gave her a look.
    (Y\n) just nodded and looked down at the stairs again. Jughead came closer and sat on the doorstep, turned around inviting her to do the same. So she did. The girl sat on the same doorstep but much further from him than she usually did. She just felt like she didn’t have the right to be as close to him anymore. And the thought of that suppressed her. She was looking everywhere - at the trees, at her shoes, at her hands, at the sky… Everywhere, but not at him.
“(Y\n),” he spoke, looking at her. She finally faced him.
“Yeah?”
   He wanted to say something, but didn’t do it straight away, trying to figure out the most right way of saying it.
“Is it because of me and Betty?” Jughead asked. (Y\n) turned away. A wave of shivers went down her spine. She didn’t expect him to know about that.
   Once again, there was no point of hiding anything. He already knew. That was it.
“How did you know?” She asked.
“To be honest, I wasn’t really sure until now.”
   She tried hard not to cry. They both kept silent.
“I’m sorry,” Jughead said. She couldn’t help it anymore. A few tears streamed down her cheeks.
“There’s nothing you sould be sorry about, Juggie,” (Y\n) answered, wiping the tears away.
“Maybe, but… I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know. And you never did,” she was desperately trying to calm hersef down.
“Well, I don’t think I can explain this situation in any other way that that.”
“It’s not your fault, Juggie. It’s mine. You did nothing wrong. I just…” (Y\n) said, her voice shaking and more tears falling down her face.
   As much as Jughead wanted to hug her, comfort her, be closer to her, and as much as she wanted him to do it now, he couldn’t. They both knew it would only make it worse.
“I should go. I don’t want to bother you, Jug. You don’t have to deal with all of this,” she pointed at her blubbered face with her hands. “You already have enough shit to deal with.”
   She stood up as she said that. Jughead stood up aswell, took her by the the shoulders stopping her from turning around and walking away.
“But I do, I do have to,” he said, looking into her eyes.
   She pursed her lips together and shook her head no.
“Yes, I do, (Y\n)… Because we’re friends,” Jughead said regretting his words as soon as they slipped out of his mouth.
   Friends. Just friends.
“Yeah… Friends,” she nodded. “Thanks for coming, Juggie, but I really think I should go. I’ll try to get over it. I’ll be fine.”
    (Y\n) looked him right in the eyes, gently put his hands off her shoulders, smiled slightly, and came back to the house.
   The girl came upstairs and walked into her room. She stood up beside the table and started crying even harder covering her face with her hands. Jughead was looking at her from the street through the opened window and his heart was breaking into million pieces as he heard her cry. Luckily, he had someone who could fix it.

I always see the best in people. I hope for the best, and I always look for that little bit of good, that potential, and I wait for it to blossom. You want them to feel good being a man, but now men are afraid to be men. They think being a real man is actually being a pussy, that if you take a chair out for a lady, or you’re nice or even affectionate to your girl in front of your boys, you’re less of a man. It’s so sick. They won’t be a gentleman because that makes them appear soft. That’s what we’re dealing with now, a hundred percent, and girls are settling for that, but I won’t. I will wait forever if I have to … but that’s ok. You have to be screwed over enough times to know, but now I’m hoping for more than these guys can actually give. 
That’s why I haven’t been having sex or even really seeing anybody, because I don’t want to wake up the next day feeling guilty. I mean I get horny, I’m human, I’m a woman, I want to have sex. But what am I going to do—just find the first random cute dude that I think is going to be a great ride for the night and then tomorrow I wake up feeling empty and hollow? He has a great story and I’m like… what am I doing? I can’t do it to myself. I cannot. It has a little bit to do with fame and a lot to do with the woman that I am. And that saves me.

✧ ( 13RW SENTENCE STARTERS.

warning: triggers apply. mentions of suicide and rape present. read and reblog with caution.

❛ And this time, absolutely no requests. ❜
❛ No return engagements. No encore. ❜
❛ I hope you’re ready, because I’m about to tell you the story of my life.  ❜
❛ And if you’re listening to these tapes, you’re one of the reasons why. ❜
❛ I’ve heard so many stories I don’t know which one is the most popular.  ❜
❛ Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings.  ❜
❛ Where’s my bike? ❜
❛ This was in front of the library? ❜
❛ What about the student honor board? ❜
❛ There’s some justice and some closure. ❜
❛ I couldn’t watch. ❜
❛ People can be fucking assholes. ❜
❛ I thought we had like another week for that. ❜
❛ Listen, I could, if you wanted to, I could help you finish the paper. ❜
❛ We only have like twenty minutes before the first bell rings. ❜
❛ I Googled everything. ❜
❛ Well the founding father’s did grow and use hemp, but it wasn’t weed exactly. ❜
❛ Sometimes books are more reliable for this kind of stuff. ❜
❛ Everything I publish is personal to people. ❜
❛ Still, it feels wrong. I’m just being honest. ❜
❛ What are you working on? ❜
❛ This is so cool. I’ve always wanted to set you up with someone. ❜
❛ Maybe I was stupid to keep hoping. ❜
❛ That is shocking. I’m shocked. ❜
❛ Wait a second, how do I know you’re telling the truth. ❜
❛ Come on, what do you say? ❜
❛ Then again, they almost always do. ❜
❛ Did you want to see if the rumors were true? ❜
❛ Why did you do it? ❜
❛ Thanks for helping me, that was really nice. ❜
❛ I’m just saying if you’re getting fat shamed then don’t be fat. ❜
❛ It’s always best to give compliments face to face. ❜
❛ Sometimes the silly things can mean more than anybody knows. ❜
❛ It’s kind of soul crushing, you know? ❜
❛ We all need it. Human contact. ❜
❛ You’re going to have to wait, just like I did. ❜
❛ Let me know if you need to talk, anytime. ❜
❛ I’m going to play mind games with you, just like you did with me. ❜
❛ That’s a whole new level of lonely. ❜
❛ You were kind that night. You just sat there. ❜
❛ I’m sorry about _____. He’s/she’s just a dick. ❜
❛ Want to see a trick? ❜
❛ You got to get the positioning just right. ❜
❛ After the way you played in Saturday, it’s on me. ❜
❛ Take it easy, okay? You’ll feel better tomorrow. ❜
❛ I wonder if you ever felt what it’s like to be lonely. ❜
❛ Have you ever noticed us? ❜
❛ How many of these did daddy make you? ❜
❛ It’s okay. I’m over it. ❜
❛ I never got the chance to say something. ❜
❛ The thing is you were the Valentine I was hoping for. ❜
❛ I don’t know if you’re doing this on a dare or whatever… ❜
❛ I like you for so much more than that. ❜
❛ The fact that you don’t even know. ❜
❛ This shit that happens to you, I think some of it you bring on yourself. ❜
❛ Thanks for the insight genius. ❜
❛ You said something stupid and I yelled at you. Big deal. ❜
❛ You didn’t like that someone told you no. ❜
❛ You should of just let it go but you didn’t. ❜
❛ I just needed to be alone. ❜
❛ You’ll do anything to keep up your perfect reputation. ❜
❛ I’m a fucking weak, pathetic loser. ❜
❛ They’ll just laugh at you like they always do. ❜
❛ Come out, come out, little girl/boy. ❜
❛ We’re protecting ourselves. ❜
❛ I’ve got no plans. I’m good to tell the truth. ❜
❛ It’s only a matter of time before we’re all screwed. ❜
❛ Nothing we did compares to what he/she did. ❜
❛ You’ve been doing it for weeks now. ❜
❛ My God, _______, you should fucking listen to yourself sometimes. ❜
❛ You want to know what’s worse then being a rapist? Hiding behind one. ❜
❛ You want to get the story straight? We all know the story. ❜
❛ The honor board, because you are all so honorable. ❜
❛ This happened off campus so the only alternative is the police. ❜
❛ It was no ones fault. It just happened. ❜
❛ I mean, maybe I was driving a little too fast. ❜
❛ I’m taking some fucking responsibility. ❜
❛ Maybe it’s all your faults, has that ever occurred to any of you? ❜
❛ Who’s going to believe a dead girl/boy? ❜
❛ You know my motto, no cheerleader left behind. ❜
❛ I’m always looking for the wrong person. ❜
❛ I thought you said you didn’t do it? ❜
❛ I’m telling you, the worst is yet to come. ❜
❛ You’re calling me a pussy, after what you did or didn’t do. ❜
❛ Oh, so, if I kill myself then I kill you guys too? ❜
❛ Why are you asking me about this? ❜
❛ I don’t know what your truth is. ❜
❛ Get your dirty ass feet off my notebook man. ❜
❛ Do you want to talk in there? ❜
❛ Maybe there’s even a message from beyond. ❜
❛ At that moment, everything was perfect. ❜
❛ I know you felt it too. ❜
❛ I wanted you to do everything you were doing. ❜
❛ What happened? I thought it was okay. ❜
❛ Just leave me alone, you should just go. ❜
❛ Part of me never wanted to see you again. ❜
❛ You walked out the door like I told you too, why’d you have to leave? ❜
❛ Your name does not belong on the list. But you need to be here. ❜
❛ I didn’t deserve to be with someone like you. ❜
❛ I would ruin you. It wasn’t you, it was me. ❜
❛ There’s that word again. ❜
❛ The kind of lonely feeling I’m talking about is when you feel like you’ve got nothing left. ❜

Honestly now that I’m rereading it, 99.999% of people’s reasons of “why Marx is wrong” are directly resolved in the first chapter of the first volume of Das Kapital.

“but what if I put in a lot of labor into something nobody wants to buy?” this he talks about before even the second section of the chapter

“marx thought that lazy people who work slowly make more valuable commodities because there’s more labor” literally by page 5 he talks about why that’s wrong

“he thought that the conditions that poor people live in will become objectively worse as the rich get richer” do u know what “relatively” means

My only (shocking!) conclusion I can draw, is that barely anybody who’s criticized Marx for his critique of political economy has in fact never read a word of Marx’s critique of political economy (or at least nothing outside of very selective quotes ripped from their context)

the last five years lyrics sentence starters.

  • ❝  i’m still hurting.  ❞
  • ❝  ____ is probably feeling just fine.  ❞
  • ❝  what about lies? what about things that you swore to be true?  ❞
  • ❝  run away, like it’s simple, like it’s right.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i’d see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m breaking my mother’s heart. the longer i stand looking at you the more i hear it splinter and crack from ninety miles away.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve been waiting for someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  the minute i first met you i could barely catch my breath.  ❞
  • ❝  well yeah, nobody’s perfect! it’s tragic but it’s true.  ❞
  • ❝  you are the story i should write.  ❞
  • ❝  i think that i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i guess i can’t believe you really came.  ❞
  • ❝  see, i’m smiling. that means i’m happy that you’re here.  ❞
  • ❝  i mean we’ll have to try a little harder, to make this love as special as it was five years ago.  ❞
  • ❝  and you’re mine.  ❞
  • ❝  with all we’ve had to go through we’ll end up twice as strong.  ❞
  • ❝  you know what makes me crazy? i’m sorry, can i say this? you know what makes me nuts?  ❞
  • ❝  you could be here with me or be there with them — as usual, guess which you pick!  ❞
  • ❝  and i know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won’t get to play with your little girlfriends!  ❞
  • ❝  i swear to god i’ll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see i’m crying and not do anything at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got a singular impression things are moving too fast.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i can’t follow through — but oh, what else am i supposed to do?  ❞
  • ❝  i’m a part of that.  ❞
  • ❝  and it’s true i tend to follow in his stride. instead of side by side, i take his cue.  ❞
  • ❝  i said i’d stick it out and follow through.  ❞
  • ❝  and then he smiles, and nothing else makes sense.  ❞
  • ❝  first, a story.  ❞
  • ❝  then the clock upon the wall began to glow…  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got to make due with the time i’ve got.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t you think now’s a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?  ❞
  • ❝  have i mentioned today how lucky i am to be in love with you?  ❞
  • ❝  he wants me, he wants me, but he ain’t gonna get me!  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve found my guiding light, i tell the stars each night.  ❞
  • ❝  son of a bitch, i guess i’m doing something right!  ❞
  • ❝  so hurry up schmuck, get unstuck and get on the scene!  ❞
  • ❝  have you been inside the museum? we should go meet the dinosaurs.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?  ❞
  • ❝  there are so many lives i want to share with you. i will never be complete until i do.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i want to die knowing i had a long, full life in your arms.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?  ❞
  • ❝  i do.  ❞
  • ❝  you can not touch them. in fact, you can’t even look at them!  ❞
  • ❝  but it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine — i mean, i’m happy!  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not a problem, just a challenge. it’s a challenge! to resist temptation.  ❞
  • ❝  i shouldn’t care what she thinks since i can’t fuck her anyways!  ❞
  • ❝  when you come home to me i’ll wear a sweeter smile and hope that for a while you’ll stay.  ❞
  • ❝  i am a good person. i’m an attractive person. i am a talented person.  ❞
  • ❝  jesus christ, i suck, i suck, i suck!  ❞
  • ❝  i will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels to be trotting along at the genius’ heels!  ❞
  • ❝  can we please, for a minute, stop blaming and say what you feel?  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we’d never have gotten this far.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we wouldn’t be having this fight.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t we get to be happy?  ❞
  • ❝  no one can give you courage. no one can thicken your skin.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i couldn’t have stood before all of our friends and said ‘this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.’  ❞
  • ❝  this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i wouldn’t have loved you at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i thought, i can do better than that.  ❞
  • ❝  you don’t have to change a thing, just stay with me.  ❞
  • ❝  i want you, you, and nothing but you. miles and piles of you.  ❞
  • ❝  say you’ll move in with me.  ❞
  • ❝  nobody needs to know.  ❞
  • ❝  hold on, don’t cry yet.  ❞
  • ❝  since i need to be in love with someone, maybe i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t kiss me goodbye again.  ❞
  • ❝  you want the last word, you want me to laugh, but leave it for now.  ❞
  • ❝  goodbye until tomorrow. goodbye until the next time you call.  ❞
  • ❝  i have been waiting for you.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not about another shrink. it’s not about another compromise.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m not the only one who’s hurting here.  ❞
  • ❝  i could never rescue you, no matter how i tried.  ❞
  • ❝  all i could do was love you hard and let you go.  ❞
  • ❝  god, i loved you so.  ❞
  • ❝  so we could fight, or we could wait, or i could go.  ❞
5

Wait guys are you really seeing “i love all of you” as castiel trying to cover up the first i love you? That wasn’t a cover up, that was a confession. Let me explain.

Cas says “i love you” and looks down(that is the only time he looks down, except when he’s thinking of what to say), camera cuts to dean and dean is.. a bit annoyed by it?? Because he knows where this is going. Cas loves them and he’s dying and dean is tired of all this saying goodbye crap. He’ glad he hears these words, but why are they always said in situations like these?

bUT THEN MY FRIENDS, cas says “i love all of you.” Camera once again cuts to dean, but this time dean doesn’t move a muscle. There is no need to say it twice, unless you’re one of these two idiots can’t confess their love without getting family in it. But they do say it one way or the other. He realises this is how he said that to cas and now he knows the first “i love you” was only for him. (May i add, i don’t think anybody ever said to cas they loved him except dean and dean said it this way. I might be wrong but..) It honestly looks like he’s caught off guard, he thought the L train has passed(tf am i even saying, but you get the point). And guess what, sam notices too. He’s heartbroken because his best friend is dying,obviously, but he knows cas loves them, he knows cas is family. He also knows what dean means to cas, and cas to dean. He’s spent too much time with them not to know.

Idk, to me it seemed deeper and more honest than cas just hiding love for dean in his last moments. They all already know so what’s the point. I also think this was a response (a very ironic one), to “we need you. I need you.”