in your stupid face

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This was requested by @itsall-inmy-head and this was a challenge for me to write. At my school we have a super strict bullying policy and I never have witnessed bullying. But I gave it my best shot. 

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“So ugly.”

“Seriously, how is anyone that fat?”

“Why is he even with her?”

You hear all the whispers walking down the hall. You hug your cardigan tighter around you. Girls giggle and a boy sticks his foot out, causing you to trip over it. Your books fly out of your hands and everyone laughs. You gather your things and rush to your hiding spot behind the bleachers. You cry and curl your legs to your chest. You feel so useless and you feel like a burden. You look at your phone and it vibrates with messages.

[Nice fall, fatty]
[I would have taken a video but I didn’t want your
stupid face to break my camera]

You try to brush them off along with your tears but the next text hits you hard.

[Brett is only with you because he feels sorry for you]

Your light cries turn to sobs and you sob into your shirt. Brett has been your boyfriend for almost a year now and he was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, your first. Even though you are part of the McCall pack, Brett and you were close and loved each other.

After about an hour of crying and no one coming to your rescue, you walk home. Your parents didn’t know about you being bullied. No one did. No one knew except Brett. Brett only found out because he heard girls being mean to you at the lacrosse game. You go to your room and cry yourself to sleep.

Brett got a call from Scott about an hour after you went home asking Brett where you were. Brett goes to your house to find you asleep and covered in tissues and runny mascara. He moves the phone that’s in your hand when the phone vibrates. Another text from another girl.

[Brett must be cheating on you]

Brett can feel himself getting angrier and angrier by the second. He grabs your phone and comes downstairs. Scott and the pack arrived to look for you.

“Did you know about this?!” Brett asks. He shoves Scott. Liam growls at Brett, ready to fight but Scott steps in front.

“Know about what?” Scott asks. Brett gives him the phone and Scott reads all the texts. Lydia takes the phone and reads the texts herself.

“We had no idea.” Scott whispers.

“How? How did you not know?!” Brett yells again.

“Because I didn’t tell them.”  You say, surprising everyone. You walk down the steps and sit on the final step. “It’s not something I want to brag about.”

“TELL THEM WOULDN’T BE BRAGGING! It would be asking for help!” Brett shouts at you. It makes you flinch and Brett immediately regrets yelling. The group leaves Brett and you alone to speak.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” He sits next to you. You shrug. “Baby, you have to tell someone.”

“Why? It’s not gonna stop them.” You stare at your bare feet. Brett cups your cheek and kisses you. You smile into the kiss and sigh.

“None of the things they were telling you are true.” You shrug again and Brett pulls you close. The pack comes back and Lydia smiles.

“No one likes them now.” She smiles and hugs you.

“I’ll walk you to class everyday, (Y/N).” Liam smiles and walks outside with Lydia. Scott sits by you guys.

“I’m not leaving until I know you forgive me.” Scott smiles. So you, Scott and Brett stay together at your house until you feel better. Stiles showed up with the boy who tripped you and made him apologize. At the end of the day, you knew you would be okay and things would get better.

anonymous asked:

STOP MAKING THAT STUPID FUCKING FACE. Have some dignity and quit ruining your otherwise terrific nudes with 'Tumblr bear face' or 'Grindr face' or whatever the kids are calling it now.

o sorry that’s just my face

yes, i can stick magnets on my arm.

but i only do it for a good cause. the letters are magnetic. repainting the arm is too much work

steve decided he wanted to draw this because the last time i did something like this there wasn’t anything to prove it had happened. (last time i painted ‘die nazi scum’ on the side of a tank which id stolen from the nazis. the 40s were a wild time my friends)

(This is for sale on redbubble, both with and without the text and red circle. A black background version is under the cut, just because it looks cool.)

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the dregs meme: [1/5] scenes

“What do you like?”
“Music. Numbers. Equations. They’re not like words. They … they don’t get mixed up.”
“If only you could talk to girls in equations.”
There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they’d created in the link, Wylan said, “Just girls?”
Jesper restrained a grin. “No. Not just girls.”

Every OJST Comic
  • Erika Moen, buried neck deep in the ground: Hey, guys. Today we have a special guest comic from the guy who lives in the sewage pipe behind my house. Hopefully this one doesn't get too FILTHY for you.
  • Some Guy: Gee, it sure is boring around here.
  • Dirt Monger: *poofs out of nowhere*
  • Some Guy: Who are you!!!????
  • Dirt Monger: I'm the dirt monger and I love eating dirt for sexual pleasure.
  • Some Guy: You mean shoveling tons of dirt into your mouth!!!!!?????????????????
  • Dirt Monger: Yes, it's a completely valid normal way of exploring your kinky identity.
  • Some Guy: But, isn't eating dirt SUPER UNHEALTHY.
  • Dirt Monger: Not at all if you follow SAFE DIRT PROTOCOLS. Always make sure to wear dental dam while consuming dirt sexually and to never actually swallow dirt because you don't want that shit in your stomach. Set up code phrases with your partner like "More Dirt" and "Not Enough Dirt" if you don't think you're getting your fair share of dirt shoveled directly into your stupid fucking face.
  • Some Guy: Wow, I'm so turned on right now.
  • Dirt Monger: That's the spirit. Consuming dirt like a human backhoe is a great way to bond with your partner and discover more about yourself as well.
  • Some Guy: I can't wait to eat dirt like the disgusting troglodyte that I am. Actually, can we mud too?
  • Dirt Monger: No, you dumbass! Dirt and mud are completely unrelated things! I'm the dirt monger, not the mud monger! Do you think I'm stupid?
  • Some Guy: Jeez, sorry I asked.
  • Dirt Monger: Hahaha! One more thing, eating dirt has a direct connection to several radical far-right subcultures. Googling dirt eating may take you down a dark path. I just want everyone to know that they do not represent the whole of the dirt eating community. You can practice the sexual consumption of dirt without turning into a nazi. We completely and entirely disavow fascist dirt eaters. THANKS FOR READING.
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Loras rots in a cell because of you. The High Sparrow rules this city because of you. Our two ancient houses face collapse because of you, and your stupidity. You’re right, I made a terrible mistake. I carry it with me every single day. Good. I delivered an army of fanatics onto our doorstep. And now we must fight them together.

aquiver | 02 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language, fluff
words: 11,520
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the character’s past occupation haha

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The Friendly Wager (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,528

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, bad date, implied sexual situations (no smut)

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” I think this will have at least seven parts, so Kait, please feel free to disregard it till it’s completed :)

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HOCKEY PLAYERS LOOKING SO DAMN FUCKING FINE LIKE BITCH WHAT THE FUCK THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. LIKE TAKE YOU AND YOUR FUCKING GOLD CHAIN THAT PEAKS OUT OF YOUR JERSEY AND GIVE ME A SECOND TO TAKE A DEEP BREATHE, SIT DOWN AND SIP SOME WATER BEFORE I FUCKING HYPERVENTILATE FROM YOUR STUPID GOOD LOOKING FACE AND BODY AND FUCKING GREAT PERSONALITY THAT HAS STUPID ASS TENDENCIES. LIKE GET OUT OF HERE AND GIVE ME A SECOND TO FUCKING BREATHE FUCKING HELL.
Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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