in which whines

the real struggle = how much i love reading, and how much it totally screws me up lately when i finish a good, thoughtful book

Drunk Crush Ramblings

In which Grantaire and Eponine whine about their crushes and Montparnasse keeps his silent

featuring: Jehanparnasse, Enjolras, & Eposette. Innuendoes, Sass & Pining

“So, that’s how threesomes happen, right? A no strings attached kind of thing? Though I could do with some ropes.”

Montparnasse snorted, pressing the neck of his beer bottle against his mouth. It wasn’t even the nice kind of beer; it was the first price piss Eponine kept in her fridge in case she had guests to entertain. Montparnasse was a classier guest than most, but the bottle of vodka they had nursed between the three of them―Grantaire, Eponine, and himself―lay empty on the coffee table, so the bottled urine would have to do.

“Oh Honey,” Montparnasse smirked, his head lolling dramatically towards Grantaire, “you couldn’t handle me in bed if you tried.”

“I have very large hands,” Grantaire retorted, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sprawled on the couch, his leg stadling the arm rest, Grantaire looked even more like a mess than he usually did. But he was a tolerable mess, and an entertaining one at that, so Montparnasse just played along and nudged his thigh from his end of the couch. Across from them, slumped on a moth-eaten armchair, Eponine was giggling at them.

“Didn’t think you’d be so eager to fuck Enjolras out of your head, R,” she said, whistling slightly in her beer bottle.

Montparnasse quirked an eyebrow in her direction. The name was familiar, but he had never been bothered to learn the names of all of Grantaire’s friends. The man was an IKEA kit who came which too many spare parts.

“Blondie,” Eponine explained.

Oh. A sly smile grew on Montparnasse’s lips, and he reached for the cigarettes he kept in his jacket.

“Blondie, eh?” he quipped, a cigarette locked at the corner of his lips. “Typical. I’m even slightly disappointed.”

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The Saga of Seungri’s shower scene [Subbed Video].


“Your taste in fashion has always been questionable at best, Potter, but you really outdid yourself this time. I cannot believe you actually made me wear this.”

“I have no idea what you mean, Draco. It suits you perfectly.

Tabimatsu: Happy New Year! The Story of Dreams! Story 1

Story 1 | Story 2 | Story 3 | Story 4 | Story 5

EP 001: Otoshidama Shougun to Mutsugo / お年玉将軍と6つ子
EP 001: The New Year’s Gift Money Shogun and the Sextuplets

by the time I’m posting this, I’ve unlocked 4 of the 5 skits in this event and oh my god you guys it’s adorable. we’ve got cameos from the secondary characters (which is a first since the halloween event and even then it was just totoko and iyami) and just the matsus being adorable in general. clearly they’re a lot more hyped for new year than they are for christmas.

a few notes before we begin: in japan, you receive gifts, usually money, to celebrate the new year, which oso whines about at some point in this skit. also, he mentions what exactly he wants to use it on, which I simply translated as “pachinko.” (in the original japanese text however, he’s talking about…a very specific type of pachinko? which I just didn’t know how to translate since I know nothing about gambling terms so I just…yeah).

anyway, without further ado, say hello to shogun hatabou!

Osomatsu: Hey—Are you guys ready?

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On this day in history, November 21st, 2016, President-Elect Donald Trump invites members of the media to meet with him in Trump Tower. Gathered together, he has a meltdown, ranting angrily at the media. He went down the table, ranting about Katy Tur (the MSNBC reporter he frequently targets with personal attacks), berating Martha Raddatz for crying on air (which never happened), whining about his unfair and biased coverage for an hour, and insisting that the mainstream media which have gotten it so wrong, will not be given the same level of access they’ve had with previous administrations.

So, in addition to my morning loss of like 6 pages of editing, today got better. First, I took my dog to the vet cause she hadn’t used the bathroom in 30 hours, and spent $300 to be told that she’s fine. Then, when I dropped the baby off with my MIL I noticed that the driver’s door and the wheel housing of the front driver’s side wheel are dented on my car. I have no idea when someone hit it, but it could be any time in the past few weeks, we got loads of rain yesterday and it washed all the salty crap off my car. It’s not enough damage for me to do anything about but it’s the first dings on this car and whoever did it couldn’t even be bothered to write a note saying sorry, the fuckers.

So yeah. Fuck today.

apathetic-ethic replied to your post: why is that,e verytime i make an art thing, my…

She’s complimenting the quality, but that’s not the best way to do it.

If it were just that, then there’s no problem. The thing is, she only likes my art stuff when there’s a possible profit in it. She doesn’t care when i play covers on piano, but when i write a song myself she loves it “cause i could sell that”.

there was a time (waaay back when i was 12) where i seriously considered going into art and make it my job, but she always said that was a bad idea. so this is very conflicting

Me: I have a lot of trouble focusing on work and basic daily tasks, often to the point where I’m too distracted to eat regular meals or stay hydrated. Also I worry a lot.
My therapist: Try these anxiety meds!
Me: These meds make me drowsy and disrupt my sleep patterns and are generally messing with my life.
My therapist: You’d probably feel better if you ate regular meals and stayed hydrated.
Totally not me because I have never been this assertive in my life: SOUNDS LIKE MAYBE I HAVE AN EXECUTIVE FUNCTIONING ISSUE.

majesticduxk replied to your post “A customer who has always been super friendly to me was just a total…”

jerks are jerks, some just hide it better :-( sorry you were on the receiving end of that :(

It was mostly just…unexpected. He’s usually really nice so I was, like, mentally primed to be nice and have a meaningless nice conversation, and instead he was nasty and didn’t even say hello, just said what I quoted and walked on by. If he came *regularly* in the morning I think he’d not have reacted that way. All the early morning regulars on Wednesday were like “omg are you okay?” because people who are here more-or-less every weekday morning know how reliable I am. But this is the second random case of “old white dudes putting themselves first” I’ve dealt with this week - the other was a regular who comes later in the day going on a rant about no one having told him about the veteran’s discount. Because obviously we’re supposed to be able to read his mind and know he’s a veteran.

Theo Imagine #5

Requested: yes

Plot: Theo and reader are friends with benefits though they both love each other without telling each other, the Dread Doctors then use her as an experiment but it fails. As the reader is dying, with Theo at her side, she confesses her love for him.

Warnings: Character death, violence, mentions of sex, some curse words

A/N: I’m really sorry you had to wait so long! I may have gotten carried away… But anyways, enjoy and as always requests are open.


“Leaving so soon?” Theo questioned with a smirk on his face.

“I told you I had a thing.” You muttered, hauling the duvet off the bed with you.

“You never exactly specified on which thing though.” Theo whined.

“It’s none of your business mister, what I’m doing or where I go has nothing to do with you.” You laughed, walking around the room to find your clothes.

“Sure it does, I have to make sure the next time I… explore you that there’s no new scars or scratches.” Theo replied.

“I can protect myself just fine, thank you very much.” You sassed, falling as you failed to pull your jeans up.

Theo laughed, getting out of his bed and helping you up. “Please, just stay for another hour.”

“Theo I can’t. I have prior commitments.” You stated.

“Fine then, but I’ll be here all alone. Basking in my fit, naked glory; doing god knows what, wishing you were right here next to me.” Theo cried out dramatically.

“Fine! I’ll just bail on my friends again, I’ll just say I ate super old leftovers and have food poisoning or something.” You mumbled, looking around for your phone.

“I already sent the text! Now get your cute butt over here.” Theo giggled.

Quickly disposing of your clothes- just your shirt and pants, you slid under the sheets right beside Theo as he pulled the duvet back on the bed and pulled his laptop out to watch a movie. You laid your head on his chest, moments like these were your favorites, even though you’d never tell him that.

You’d never tell anyone that you had fallen madly in love with your friend with benefits. The way he smiled at you, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, his laugh… You could go on forever.

“So what should we watch?” Theo asked.

“Maybe I don’t want to watch a movie. Maybe you owe me for making me cancel my plans.” You said in a serious tone.

“Oh yeah? How will I ever repay you?” Theo asked, setting the laptop aside and crawling back to where you laid still.

“I can think of one way.” You smiled, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a passionate, steamy kiss.
“You’re phone is vibrating.” You panted, climbing off the boy and laying beside him under the covers.

“Phone, phone, phone.” Theo mumbled, looking all over the room.

“Pant pocket, pants are right near the dresser.” You told him.

“Thanks. Hello?” Theo said, stepping out of the room with his phone pressed between ear and his shoulder and pulling up his boxers.

You reached for the laptop on the side of the bed, logging into Twitter to look through your timeline and notifications.

“Oh shoot, it’s getting late, I should head home.” You told Theo, slipping out of bed and rushing to put your clothes on before he convinced you to stop.

“Are you sure?” Theo whined.

“Yeah, sorry, my mom will be worried. Well, you have my number, let me know when you want to get together again.” You smiled, grabbing your bag and heading out of the room.

“Bye (Y/N), maybe we can grab lunch?” Theo suggested, following you out of the room.

“Sure thing dude, it’s a date.” You smiled, waving goodbye before closing the front door behind you.

“A date, huh?” Theo smiled softly.

“Dude? Really?” You groaned, face palming, forgetting about the fact that you may have let your feelings slip.

“Hi mom, yeah, I’m heading home right now. Studying went later than expected, calculus is just not easy.” You laughed. “Ok, bye, love you too.”

You walked further down the road, taking the short route through the back ways of the shops.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” You called out, after hearing clicking and popping.

All of a sudden, a robot looking man stepped in front of you, then everything turned black.
“She is awake and ready.” One of the voices stated.

You groaned, turning your head to take in your surroundings, then attempting to get up.

You began to panic due to your arms and legs being strapped down, “Help!”

Two of the men held you still whilst the other came closer with a needle filled with a silver substance. He pushed your head roughly to right so the left side of your neck was exposed. You felt the needle entering your jugular and screamed out in pain.

They left you as soon as they injected you with the silver liquid. You felt it moving through your veins slowly and painfully. You hissed, feeling the liquid traveling down your torso.

Before the pain got to be too much, you managed to pull yourself from the restraints, which surprised you, but you didn’t let that get in the way of escaping.

You managed to find the entrance of the building where they had trapped you and collapsed to the floor, attempting to get up immediately after.

“(Y/N)!?” You heard Theo’s voice.

“Theo?” You called out.

“We have to get you out of here!” Theo exclaimed.

“I can’t! Theo, I can’t even get up!” You cried, tears streaming down your face and you body shaking, but you couldn’t feel yourself moving.

“We have to leave.” Theo kept saying. He lifted you up and carried you to his truck, laying you across the back seats.

“Scott, I know we’re not on good terms but I really need your help. Someone I love needs help. I’ll be right over, thank you again.” Theo said into his phone, speeding past trees and streetlights before finally making it to some neighborhoods.

“Theo, I can’t feel anything!” You began to panic.

“You’ll be fine.” Theo reassured, making eye contact with you in the mirror, but you saw that he was lying. These were your last moments.

Your breathing began to get shallow, you no longer felt any part of your body, and you felt something creeping up your throat.

Theo screeched into someone’s driveway. Quickly going to help you out of the truck.

“Theo, I’m not going to make it.” You whimpered.

“Don’t say that, you can’t give up yet. I love you.” Theo stated.

You felt your eyes getting heavy, a soft smile taking over your features, “I love you too.”

“Open your eyes!” Theo yelled.

“I love you, ok? I love you.” You whispered.

“(Y/N), no, open your eyes.” Theo cried as he shook from the sobs racking his body.

“I love you.” You said one last time before the deadly silver liquid poured from your mouth and your body just gave up.

“I love you. I love you.” Theo cried, hoisting your body up and hugging out to his chest.

“Theo?” Scott tentatively said, stepping towards Theo.

“She’s gone.” Theo said as he looked at Scott.

Theo realized he would never be able to date you, to possibly marry you, to kiss you one last time, to do anything else with you!

“She’s gone.” Theo said one last time before he just completely shut down.

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“You like it when daddy uses his fingers on you, don’t you baby?” Evan asked as he kept pumping his fingers inside Jonathan. Said man whined uncontrollably and writhed on the bed, sweat dripping and his hands tied to the headboard. Evans merciless fingers continued to push him to his limits.
“Come on baby, you’ll get punished if you don’t answer daddy” Evan curled his fingers and softly stroked his prostate, which made him whine and move his hips. The continuous pressure made it even harder for Jonathan to focus, who couldn’t do much more than to whine and beg. His blue eyes filled with tears of frustration and pleasure, it was all too much.

“Please daddy,” Jonathan sobbed. “Please daddy, I need it. Please give it to me.”
“What do you need baby?” Evan asked softly as his free hand moved to grip Jonathan’s dick. “Tell daddy what you want, and daddy will give it to you”.
Jonathan’s dick was almost purple. It had been staying untouched the whole time, with a cock ring sitting snug at the bottom of his shaft. It was so sensitive, and Jonathan almost screamed. His tied hands found the headboard, and he gripped it for dear life.
“You are so sensitive baby,” Evan cooed as he stroked Jonathans aching dick.

“Please! Please daddy,” Jonathan screamed. “Please, let me cum. I need it so bad daddy.”
Evan had added a third finger and was slowly stroking Jon’s prostate. Jonathan’s body was shaking and he was crying, completely at the edge of an incredible orgasm, but the cock ring held him back.
“Soon baby”, Evan said softly, as his fingers scissored Jonathan open. “You’ve been such a good boy. Daddy is going to let you cum baby.”

Evan smiled and kissed his way from Jon’s inner thigh towards his neglected cock. His lips moved up the shaft and he slowly engulfed the head between his lips. Jonathans mind were a fuzz, all he could do was cry and scream. His hands were gripping the headboard so tight his knuckles had turned white, and his legs were shaking. He wanted to cum so bad.

Evan lifted his head up and met Jonathan’s teary eyes as he took him deep into his throat. His teeth slowly took a grip of the cock ring, and pulled it upwards, his tongue doing wicked things to the head as we went.
As soon as the ring was off, Jonathan came with a scream. His balls drew up beneath him, and his body tensed as his cock spurted rows of cum into his boyfriends waiting mouth. Evan swallowed his load like a good boyfriend, and let his dick slip from between his lips with a string of cum and saliva. As he came down from his high, Jonathan’s tense body relaxed and just went completely slack.

“You’re such a good boy for me, Jonathan,” Evan praised and smiled sweetly as he stroked his boyfriend’s cheek. Jonathan gave a tired smile back before he closed his eyes. He was too tired to move, not that he could do much with his hand still tied. Evan picked up the small key on the nightstand and unlocks the handcuffs, kissing each of his wrists softly. He climbed out of their shared bed and into their bathroom, coming back out with a wet and warm cloth to clean them him up.
Jonathan whined tiredly as his dick were exposed to the cloth, and lazily opened one eye. Evan shushed him softly and kissed him on his lips before making sure he was cleaned throughout. Then he threw the cloth on the floor and climbed in the bed again, making sure to pull the blanked over both of them as he cuddled with Jonathan.  
Evan pulled him towards his chest and wrapped his arms around the smaller body. Jonathan was already halfway into dreamland as Evan kissed him on the forehead and said a soft goodnight.
“Goodnight, daddy,” he murmured back before promptly falling asleep.

Headcanon: token and Clyde get annoyed at sleepovers because Craig and tweek will mumble back and forth to each other in their sleep.

Like??? Craig is always the first to go out. He and tweek are usually laying all over each other so with a limp boyfriend on his lap tweek just kind surrenders to sleep

And token and Clyde are getting all into a show and they just hear



“Hmph mm.”

Followed by a few whines which are replied to by sighs. And by now those two dorky gaywads are all tangled up.

And tokens like “God damn. Somebody tell them to stop being gay long enough to sleep.”

And Clydes like “relationship goals tbh”

anonymous asked:

mitch would have to stand on his toes to kiss martin *__*

Matt and Auston are the same height and just. Mitch’s boyfriends refusing to lean down to kiss him so Mitch has to stand on his tip toes and lean up. and he whines which is Matt’s favorite thing and so he just smiles as Mitch struggles to kiss him as much as he wants.

How do you deal with a ship you don’t like? Blacklist only works if it’s tagged and considering 99% of the people I follow are RPers, and we generally don’t tag our ships in threads, it only catches a few things.

I’m not about to tell people not to ship something but I also don’t want to see it.

So, what does everyone recommend (other than for me to grow up and stop whining which is what one lovely anon told me yesterday)?

52 short stories
2: A story about rising to a challenge
[feat kanesawa]

There are four knocks at Shinji’s door. Fast. Loud.

Seto jumps twice. Once at the knock and a second time when Shinji smacks his books closed because he gave Sawamura a fucking time to come over if he needed help studying and this is not fucking it.

“No!” Shinji shouts at the door, already getting up to open it. Seto looks slightly confused at the difference between Shinji’s words and his actions but for whatever reason, he simply lets out a soft oh when Sawamura whines Shinji’s name from the other side of the door. A whine which only gets louder when Shinji doesn’t respond to it.

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I kind of want to quit Facebook for a while. It’s not helping me socialize, in fact it just makes me feel bad that so many people have things to do with others and I’m always alone. I know FB only shows the highlights and people only post the most exciting things they do on there, not the mundane day to day, but that reality doesn’t make me feel any better. 

I try to reach out, but unfortunately all but one of my friends here in Denver are also my coworkers… and they all have lives/activities apart from me, or they work when I’m off. I’m on day 4/7 of my days off and I have no plans, I went rock climbing on day 2, but that’s been it. The rest of the time it’s been the usual… breakfast (alone), gym (alone), lunch (alone), read (alone), walk the dog (alone… do you see a pattern here?), dinner (alone), and watch Netflix or read until I decide to go to bed (alone… that one is a given). As an introvert I do appreciate my alone time, but I need it to recharge from being social, unfortunately I’ve got nothing depleting my socializing batteries, so instead I’m just bored and sad. 

Sorry, just had to get that out. I’m sad, grumpy, and lonely. I’m sure I’d be a great time to hang out with at the moment. :/ 

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Imagine Oikawa having a blog on which he constantly whines about Ushijima and absolutely bashes him, without actually stating Ushijima’s name, or ever mentioning who he is himself.

Imagine Ushijima being one of his followers and always leaving him messages like “wow that guy sounds like a douche” and “don’t worry, you’ll beat him in your match!” and “i hope he goes down hard!”.