just took me awhile to realize it

I once fell in love with a girl who literally broke my heart into a million tiny pieces. But even after all the tears I still found myself in love with her . It was like no matter how many times she hurt me, I’d always find a reason to forgive her. Whenever people would tell me she was a shitty person I’d get mad and defensive. Like you don’t know her, she doesn’t mean to hurt me. I mean what do you expect she was my first everything. Literally she was my everything. I was so in love with her I never thought anything she did was wrong or I tried to justify all her actions. It took me awhile but eventually I realized I didn't deserve to be treated that way. Like it wasn’t okay. I realized that if she really did love me she wouldn’t of treated and hurt me the way she did. Sometimes loving somebody just isn’t enough. It just breaks my heat to see people bent out of shape over a person who isn’t worth shit. Nobody deserves that. You should be with somebody who wants to have you and treats you like you deserve to be treated. That acts like you put the stars in the sky and looks at you with no fear. Somebody who really loves you. Never forget indecision is in fact a decision. You deserve happiness, don’t settle for somebody who only has you around when it convenient for them.
—  mylifeasiblowit11
No Gas Money, No Ride!

My freshman college year myself and a couple other friends had cars but many of our peers did not. Whenever we went out as a group you’d chip in towards gas to whichever car you were riding in. One guy though (~Mike) would always change cars at the gas station. It took me awhile to realize the scam. As soon as we’d pull in he’d get out to use the restroom then get in another car for the remainder of the ride. He’d say he already paid the car he just vacated if asked. I never questioned that but it dawned on me that I’d never actually seen Mike hand over any cash. I asked my other friends about it later and everyone went through a round of “Sonofabitch!” when we realized what he was doing.

The next time we went out we picked a destination much farther than usual, ~30 miles away from school. When we stopped for gas, one car did not pull in but parked up the street. The other cars (one he was in) each went to the pumps as far apart from each other as possible. Sure enough, he gets out and heads over to the other one. But, we both pulled out and left him there. I have no idea how he got back to school but we saw him the next day. I am pretty sure he never went anywhere with us after that either.

nowaitstop  asked:

I understand the desire for peaceful discourse that some of Richard Spencer's reluctant defenders have, but what they don't realize (and what took me awhile to realize) is that this is why we have freedom of speech. Freedom of speech isn't letting people say whatever they want and get away with it. It holds people accountable for their beliefs and makes them ultimately responsible for what they say. It isn't always pretty, but it is absolutely necessary for bad ideas to get weeded out of society

Exactly. Freedom of speech simply means you can’t be arrested just for speaking out of turn. It doesn’t mean you can be a total shitwipe without consequence

friends: so when did you know you were gay?

me: well…think about it this way. What’s your favorite color? Okay. Now think about when you realized this was your favorite color. Its kind of like that. You don’t really know but at the same time you do. You probably always liked that color its just one day you decided that this was going to be your favorite. That’s how was for me. I probably always knew, its just it took me awhile to realize and accept it. 

anonymous asked:

You played me so hard, and I fell for you even harder. Maybe it was lust at first, but you treated me nice, and I started to love you. I don't know what your reasoning was. Maybe I was just a fling, but you strung me along for three whole months. It took me awhile to even realize how emotionally strenuous the whole thing was. But you know what? I have grown from this. I don't hate you. But you hated that guy. The one your dating now. And now you are happy, and it hurts me when it shouldn't.

Go on/off anon and pretend we’re the person you want to talk to and get everything off your chest.

i think i wasnt aware of how complex my gender is until recently, like i just never thought about it.. but then once i did it made so much sense? i think being a lesbian made it hard sometimes, you know, bc its hard to tell what youre attracted to vs who you wanna be. and when its socialized in you to have some natural desire to want to be feminine, breaking from that is hard. i love femmes but im not femme. that took me awhile to realize. 

anyone else had like more intense feelings of dysphoria once they came more to terms with their gender ID? did anyone else not “know” til they were older? i always knew i was gay, ive always gotten along with women effortlessly. but i was always detached from them in a way, like i love women so deeply and intensely but there is some disconnect i feel towards more traditional feminine women/cishet women that feels rly weird. 

anyway im gonna be using she and they pronouns now :) 

Finale fix-it fanart.

Because Danny freaking Williams deserves cards, and balloons, and flowers, and thank yous! So actually IC Steve (who is good with gestures but not words) went down to the hospital gift shop and got those things. And then there was a heartfelt discussion. OKAY?!

In my early yoga classes, #treepose was one of the poses that truly stumped me- sorry for the tree pun, I couldn’t help myself 🙄 Anyway, I was always so confused by how my classmates seemed to be able to easily find balance when I was wobbling all over the place and steeped in confusion about what to do about it.

It took me awhile to realize that much of the yogic journey is internal. Basically, if you’re searching for balance in your daily life it makes sense that you would struggle for balance on your yoga mat, too. Instead of looking outside of myself for a point of focus, I began to look within myself. Once I realized that the physical act of looking outward was REALLY just a way to look inward, I found that finding balance was as much a journey off my mat as on it.

If you want to practice this quintessential yoga posture, follow my lead:

Begin in #tadasana, then transfer the weight into the left foot, rooting to the earth. Bend the right leg at the knee and place the right heel at the root of the left thigh, just below the knee joint, or at the ankle with the foot resting on the floor. You can also balance your foot on a yoga block resting at your left ankle. If the foot is placed on the left thigh, gently draw the right knee back to open the right hip with the toes pointing downwards. Root down through the left leg, join the palms or raise the arms straight overhead. Lengthen the tailbone toward the floor, gently drawing the pubic bone and lower abdomen in as you lengthen the spine up. Stand for 5-10 breaths, breathing deeply, and focusing on one point at eye level to help maintain your balance. Lower the arms through the heart center, turn the right knee to face forwards and release the foot flat to the floor. Take a breath and switch to the other side.

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30 Day Hakumyu Challenge

Day 4: Favorite actor? Why?
↳ Miyazaki Shuuto

Shuuto, my darling. My love, my light, my sun and stars, my weirdly dressed child. Believe it or not, Shuuto was not always my favorite Hakumyu actor. In fact, it took me awhile to really warm up to him. My very first reaction to him was pretty much just “Eh, okay. Whatever they say.” It wasn’t until when Kazama-hen was being performed and I saw a picture of him in costume with a gorgeous smile spread across his face that I was like, “Huh. He has a beautiful smile. Wow.” And then I sank slowly into Shuuto hell. I paid more attention to him on stage, watched his movements and body language, and even listened to how he spoke. I began to realize that holy shit he was a perfect Shinpachi.

To be fair to me, Shuuto didn’t really get much stage time at all until Hakumyu Live, Kazama-hen, and then he got the most stage time (probably out of all the musicals combined) in Heisuke-hen. I didn’t really have all that much to go on with how he approached the character in Saito, Okita, and Hijikata’s musicals. It wasn’t even really until Kazama’s musical that he was actually able to dig into Shinpachi’s character, what with Harada’s death and all. Then in Heisuke’s musical he played a much larger role (and the fact that he was on stage a good 10 minutes in the very beginning nearly killed me, but we won’t get into that).

Shuuto was and is an absolutely perfect Shinpachi. He walks like him, talks like him, has his stance and body language down to a T, and not to mention Shinpachi has that same gorgeous smile. Shuuto is an extremely talented actor, and can play anything from dumbass jokester to enraged soldier. Shuuto will always be my one and only Shinpachi.

anonymous asked:

I keep trying to let this go but I can't stop tweeting these as shoes my feelings. I hope they do have a season 4 and the premiere ratings are embarrassing. I also hope someone realizes what this show had in Tom and Nicole and actually give them some quality work to do together. All in all SH was a horrible show after the first season minus the leads. So I'm happy this frees them up to do better things, just sad I can't see them on my screen together, for now anyways.

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now and I’m sorry that I’m just now getting to this. No scratch that, I’m not sorry it took me awhile to answer this because I wasn’t in the best head space to tackle this ask. My mental health is more important to me and it took a long ass time before I could even open up my computer to type this response out. I’ve been using my mobile app to reblog tumblr posts. 

Now that I’ve had some time to reflect I figured now would be a good time to post my thoughts. I know many have done this and while I’ve aired some of my grievances on twitter, I haven’t sat down and articulated how I felt about things.  

So while part of me would love to see a s4 just so that it crashes and burns because lets face it, we all know it will. I’m not sure they should even pick it up for another season. It feels like it would just be rewarding them for bad behavior. Ultimately it doesn’t matter to me because once Abbie Mills died, the show died with her. 

When the SH first started I wasn’t too familar with the cast with the exception of Orlando Jones and John Cho. Tom Mison was unknown to me and but I did recognize Nicole Beharie. Her face was familiar. It took a minute to remember what movie I saw her in prior to the show. It was American Violet. Anyways I instantly fell in love with her. Here is this short spunky black woman in a lead role on a fantasy show. Wow. Talk about hitting the jackpot with her casting. She had such an amazing chemistry with Tom and I was hooked right away. Finally I had a show with a woman that looked like me in fantasy genre. This was why I was so drawn to SH. Aside from the mythology all the characters in s1 (most of s1) just meshed really well. I couldn’t wait to see the episodes. I learned how to use photoshop so I could create gifs and graphics because I couldn’t get enough of Abbie and Ichabod. I even joined twitter just to tweet about my favorite show. This series was why I joined a fandom. So this was all new territory for me.

When s2 started the novelty started to wear off. Yes I still watched every week live. Yes I still chatted about the show on twitter. Yes I still created gifs and reblogged like crazy on tumblr. Yes I still shipped Ichabbie. But I noticed that Abbie wasn’t been showcased as important as Ichabod was. I noticed her storyline wasn’t as prominent as it was before. She was more the helper and while I would argue with anyone that Abbie wasn’t a sidekick. The writing for a time told a different story. It was very irritating seeing Nicole not featured in promos like Tom. Hell Katia got a bit more attention on the promo department or it was on par with Nicole which was some bullshit. After the AMDB hastag was started my hope was that the writing for Abbie would indeed get better and was told by tptb that our voices were heard and adjustments would be made. Little did I know that I was being lead into a false sense of security regarding her character development because had I know what I know now I would have left the show at the end of s2. 

So here we are in s3 and that joke of a finale. Never did I think that this show would butcher 3 years of character development in 2 simple lines. 

“Abbie Mills has done what she’s suppose to do.”

“Our job was to carry you forward.”

Those 2 lines destroyed what made Abbie Mills THE OTHER WITNESS. She was picked long ago to be a witness. It was her destiny. Or at least it was back in s1 and s2. Apparently in s3 she was just the help. Those 2 lines turned her into nothing more than a prop. I was gutted. I was already upset that the writers killed her off. In the same fashion as her running into the tree back in the mid season finale. So in she really died twice in s3. Her death ended up being just a simple hand wave. She got no funeral. Her sister and father didn’t visit her grave. She wasn’t even told she was loved in her final moments of her life. Let alone in death. It was like the writers gave zero fucks about who Abbie Mills was and why she was so important to this show. 

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Tom Mison aka Ichabod Crane knew, HE KNEW what made this show work. It was Nicole. She was the glue that held this show together. And they killed her off. The writers didn’t give a shit. Her send off was so lackluster and disrespectful how could you treat your co-lead like this? 

Abbie Mills meant so much to me. I get so little representation anyways on tv. Even less in genre so he death is a huge loss. For me it was like I lost a family memeber. I truly mourned for her. Still mourn. I cried, i didn’t sleep. My rage kept me from eating for hours at a time. I felt like when she died a part of me died with her. I have a void in my heart that will never be filled. Not with how they treated her character. Abbie was the light that this show needed. She grounded it to reality. The perfect balance to Crane’s over the top behavior. That light is now gone from the show. No matter what s4 looks like it will never be as good as it was when Nicole was on it. 

The writers all need to be fired. Yes I said it all of them. Because they’ve proved how little they value black women. Because if anyone has one ounce of a fuck that finale wouldn’t have happened. Her send off would have been better. But no one cared. No one in that writing room cared. You write what you know. It’s clear they didn’t value what they had in Nicole Beharie. If they don’t value the characters they write for how do you think they see real life people. Becuase their personal views are reflective in how they write. So Nicole wanted to leave okay why did she have to be reduced to just a prop in her final episode. Her identity what made Abbie Mills who she was got ripped out of her hands. Why would they do that?

It felt so cold and calculated. Like a middle finger to anyone that was a fan of Nicole.  All the ship baiting was wrong too. They knew how the season was going to end and baited the fuck out of Ichabbie with zero fucks. This is how they viewed a segment of the fans of the show. They didn’t care. They weren’t thinking about how I may feel seeing this on the screen. Because for them I don’t exist. They didn’t respect Nicole. They didn’t respect Abbie. They didn’t respect me as a fan. 

So yeah I still have lots of thoughts about this. I foresee big things In Nicole’s future and I can’t wait until her next project. As far as the show goes it’s dead to me. I will probably finish my Ichabbie meme later on. Still reblog fan art and gifs. Still read fan fic. Pretend I never saw that finale because it was a fucking joke. I won’t lie and say I won’t miss the show because I will immensely. What I will miss the most is seeing Nicole’s beautiful smile. So as others have said we’ll always have season 1.

Bad Feeling Part 2

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You wake up one morning feeling great and realizing this is the best morning that you and the boys have had in awhile, until its all ripped away. You should know if its too good to be true, it probably is.

Part one got more attention than I was expecting! I want to thank all of you that took the time to read it and I’m glad you liked it. I hope you guys keep enjoying it! I love to hear from you so feel free to ask me anything. I’m still new at this stuff, not just writing but tumblr itself so you might have to be a little patient with me. Thank you guys! You guys are Awesome!

Your POV

“Garth? What are you doing here?” Sam froze, staring at the man that we weren’t expecting to see. At this point I think Sam was starting to get the same feeling that I’ve had all day.

“I called Dean to come get me and he never showed. I waited like almost four hours for him. I tried calling him and he wouldn’t answer, so I figured I’d try to find you guys. Which wasn’t fun by the way. He told me the general area of the bunker once, but I suck at directions man. But hey, I finally found it. So where is he?” I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath.

“He went to go get you. Four hours ago.” I could tell Sam was starting to panic. Garth stood there for a minute in slight shock. Then he grinned.

“Oh, nice one Sam. Nice one.” Garth passed by us and headed into the bunker. “Really, you almost had me. Almost.” He turned and shook his finger at Sam. “So seriously, where is he?” Garth looked at us with a huge smile. Sam and I made our way closer to him, stopping a couple feet away from him.

“No seriously, he went to get you. You really telling me he never showed up?” Sam has officially hit panic status. Garth shook his head.

“Garth, please tell me your joking! Please tell me hes outside somewhere. Jokes over okay.” I don’t know how I found my voice. But I’m guessing my panic level hit the surface and burst.

“I wish I could, but hes not. He really never showed up!” I think Garth has now realized the situation. I ran into the library and grabbed my phone. Deans number was still up from when I was going to call him minutes ago. I already knew he wasn’t going to answer, but I guess I had some sort of hope that helped me hit the call button.

“Come on Dean!” I waited through the rings. Sam and Garth are now by my side. Voice mail. “Son of a Bitch!”

“Okay, Garth. Where was he going to meet you?” Sam asked.

“At a office building that’s under construction, about an hour into town.” Garth sounded guilty.

“Do you remember the address?” I see where Sams going with this.

“Yeah.” Garth looked between Sam and I.

Sam looked at me with wide eyes “Lets go!” I was ready to get out of there.

Deans POV

I felt heat. Warmth. Almost like the sun was hitting me. Sun? Theres no windows in the bunker. Feeling confused I slowly opened my eyes. Nope, definitely not the bunker.

“What the…..where am I?” I sat up. I was laying on a nice black leather couch, a coffee table sits in front of me, also black with a granite top. In front of me was a white fireplace in bedded into the wall. A flat screen TV mounted above it. To the left there was a black leather love seat that sat in front of the window. To my right, a recliner and behind that, a slight archway that led to a dining room.

“Seriously, where am I?” I moaned to myself. This place doesn’t look familiar. I was about to get up and investigate my surroundings when I heard footsteps above me. I turned to look behind me, there was a staircase, about ten or so feet away, a little hallway separating me from them. At the base of the stairs there was about five feet till you hit the front door. The footsteps were getting closer to the top of the stairs. I reach down to my pants looking to see if there’s anything useful in my pockets. Nothing. I’m wearing sweats, with no pockets and a large grey shirt. I look over at the coffee table. Nothing to defend myself.

I look back at the stairs. I hear who or whatever it is take on the first couple of steps. Then after a couple more steps I finally see……boots. Black dress boots with a slight heel. Definitely female. Then I see jeans, dark blue jeans. Then a black tank top. Then….then…Y/N? I let out a sigh of relief. I would relax but I still don’t know where we are or how in the hell we got here.

She was almost to the bottom of the stairs when she turned her head towards me. Her Y/H/C hair had a beautiful slight wavy curl to it. I’ve never seen her hair like that before. God she’s gorgeous. She shot me a smile and then sighed.

“Did you sleep down here all night?” I just stared at her, a little confused now. Why isn’t she freaking out? She shook her head slightly. “Anyway, you better get up and get moving. We need to leave soon sleepy head.” She smiled and headed down the hall to the left. Somethings going on.

“Where are we going?” I was almost afraid to ask but I needed to know what was going on. Y/N stopped and turned back towards me. She looked confused and a little hurt.

“Really?” She stared at me for a second, probably waiting for me to admit I was joking. When she realized I wasn’t she continued.

“Sams birthday party.” She almost sounded a little irritated. “Now come on, get ready. We have to be at mom and dads in an hour. Get moving.” She headed down the hall.

“Mom and dads?” I mumbled to myself. I got up and headed to the fireplace. There’s pictures on the mantle.

The first picture was of Sam, Y/N and I in what looked like a bar. Sams left arm was around my shoulders, he was looking at Y/N and I with a huge smile on his face. I stood in the middle, looking a little annoyed but I also had a huge grin. My left arm was wrapped around Y/N’s waist and my right was reaching up tom my head. Probably trying to take that ridiculous hat off. Y/N had her right hand holding the hat in place and her left reaching over to stop me from taking it off. She was laughing so hard. The hat said Birthday Boy on it. I couldn’t help but smile. That was a great picture. To bad I don’t remember that night, let alone have any memory of that at all.

The next picture made me freeze. On the left, I stood behind Y/N with my arms wrapped around her front. She was holding onto my hands. To the right was Sam…holding none other than….Jessica. She was holding Sam from his front, and she was turned slightly to look at the camera. For how much of a shock that is, that’s not why I froze. In between Sam and Jess, and Me and Y/N was… was mom and dad. We all had huge smiles, moving boxes lay at our feet. We all wore worn out jeans and loose t shirts in front of a beautiful two story white house. I can only assume that’s the house I’m in right now.

I was hesitant but I moved to the third photo. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. It was of Y/N and I. We were outside in front of a willow tree. I was in a tux, facing the camera with my hands in my pockets, but I was looking to my left. A couple feet away from me, Y/N was walking away in a beautiful white dress. Her head tilted to her right, towards the camera and slightly looking down at the ground with a smile.

“We’re married?” I mumbled quietly to myself. As I’m trying to take in this information I heard footsteps approaching from behind me. I turned, they’re coming from the top of the stairs. When did Y/N go back upstairs. I didn’t hear her. But wait. These steps seem lighter. My eyes widen as a little girl came bouncing down the stairs. Y/H/C hair bouncing along with her.

“Hi daddy!” This little girl can’t be more than two or three.

“Hey” I didn’t mean to sound scared or confused, but this is a lot to take in. I’m trying not to panic. Then I heard Y/N come from down the hall again, or at least I’m hoping it’s her.

“Eli, can you please pick up those toys in the kitchen? I don’t want us to step on them and hurt ourselves okay sweetheart.”

“Okay mommy!” With that Eli…my daughter… went down the hall. Y/N watched her go into the kitchen, then she turned to me. She sighed

“Dean, baby, seriously! I promised your mom that I would help set up before Sam shows up. Lets get a move on please. It’s sad that a 2 year old can get ready faster than you.” Still has her sassy come backs going for her I see. I couldn’t help but grin a bit as I headed for the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a bathroom, I turned left. The first bedroom I passed  was obviously Eli’s. Little girl bed, stuffed animals, toys on the floor. I kept walking, passed another room, probably a bedroom but it’s being used as an office by the looks of it.

At the end of the hall there was one last door. It was cracked just a tad. I’m going to take a stab and say that’s the master. I enter the room and I immediately wished I could come home to this everyday. Large king sized bed to my left under the window. Nice wide open space.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I need to get ready and back downstairs before I really piss Y/N off. Plus I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious to get to mom and dads.

I know this isn’t real. This life. Even though this is all overwhelming, I’ve been having bits and pieces of me back at the warehouse flash through my head. Especially when I saw those pictures. I know that it has to be a Djinn that put me here. I know I’m selfish for this……but I don’t want to leave. At least not now.

I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black T shirt. I got changed real quick, and for how much I really want to keep looking around, I need to get back downstairs.

I just make it to the bottom of the stairs as Y/N is coming out of the kitchen. Her hands are full with a couple of food trays in one hand and a couple of bags with soda and beer in the other.

“Hey babe, can you take these for me just so I can get Eli in the car seat?” I nod and she starts handing them over. As I’m making sure I have a good grip on everything I look back up into her eyes. Shes staring at me. No. No, shes checking me out. I know that look. I invented that look. God, why can’t the real Y/N look at me like that. I tilted my head a little so I could get her attention.

“What?” I asked with a smirk. “Should I change?” She snaps her head back up to meet my eyes with shock.

“No! No, it’s nothing. There’s just…just something about you in jeans and that black shirt that I love.” She looks me up and down once more. “You look great.” She looks at me with a smile of admiration. Then she turns towards the door.

“Nice choice of clothes Dean.” I mumble to myself quietly and I still can’t get this smirk off my face. I wonder if the real Y/N likes this outfit just as much. I’ll have to test that out when I get back. I thought to myself.

Y/N was holding the door open for me, I stepped outside, it’s gorgeous. Suns shining, fresh air. I would tell myself to not get too comfortable, but I think it’s a little too late. And I still have yet to see Sam….or my parents. Y/N locked the door and passes by me and grabs Eli.

“You okay?” She sounds concerned. Shes probably not used to me moving this slow. I shoot her a smile.

“Ya, just a beautiful day.”

“Ya, it worked out perfect for our BBQ huh.” She let out a cute giggle.

A BBQ? When’s the last time I’ve had a freaking BBQ? As my brain is still trying to adjust to this normal life, I got pulled from my thoughts as I saw Y/N and Eli make their way to the car.

“Oh my God.” My heart races at the sight in front of me. That’s my car….It’s Baby. Just sitting there in the driveway looking just as good as when I left her.

“I have to be in heaven right now.” I say to myself. I head towards the car. Y/N pops the trunk and helps me load everything. I shut it when we’re finished and I turn to head to the drivers seat when she grabs my arm. I turn to her and she gives me that soul melting smile, then gets up on her tiptoes, wraps her arms around my neck, and gives me something I’ve been dying to do to her for god knows how long now. A heart stopping, mind melting, passionate kiss. God I’ve wanted to do this for way too long. She pulled away way too soon. I moaned and whined a bit from the loss of her arms around me.

“I know.” She smiled and then leaned up to my ear and whispered. “I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.” She pulled away with that gorgeous grin still on her face. She moves to her side of the car to get in.

“Oh I am so screwed.” I groaned to myself. Well I mine as well enjoy it while I’m here. We slide into Baby and I start her up. Eli screams from the backseat.

“Yay! Grandma and Grandpas house!” Shes kicking her legs like crazy. I smile at her through the rear view mirror. Y/N replied with a smile. “Yep, here we go!” And we were off to the next heart stopping journey.

Your POV

We took one of the other cars in the the garage. Thank god for those. I was riding shotgun with Sam and Garth took the back. I think Sam knew I was in no shape to drive. I’d probably end up running us off the road.

The ride was quiet for the most part. Except when Garth was telling us about what happened. I was trying to listen but I couldn’t stop thinking about Dean. I kept trying his phone, but of course there was still no answer. I could see Sam glancing over at me out of the corner of my eye every time I put the phone up to my ear. I don’t know if he was hoping I would finally get an answer, or if he was silently telling me to to stop.

I sighed putting the phone back in my lap, finally surrendering…..for now. I keep thinking about how this morning was perfect, and how it was all ripped away with a simple phone call. I’m not blaming Garth, I’m just worried about what happened to Dean. Where is he? Is he okay? Is he dead? Or worse? I felt Garth lean forward as he bumped into my arm.

“We’re getting close.” He sounded excited as if we were going to find Dean there. I kept my thoughts at bay as I looked around at the surroundings hoping to see the Impala at the diner, or in a parking lot at some bar. Nothing. Not one muscle car to even give me false hope. I guess that’s for the best though.

We pulled up to the office building Garth was talking about. It was pretty secluded. Standing alone. The three of us got out of the car. No sign of the Impala or Dean anywhere. I released a defeated sigh as I shut my door.

“He could be anywhere.” I mumbled to myself. Garth and Sam already heading towards the building. We didn’t check the whole building, didn’t have to, we knew Dean wasn’t there. There was no sign of him and absolutely no sounds at all in this building, except for our footsteps. 

We were heading back out to the car knowing that there is nothing else here that is going to help us. I was staring at the ground as I walked, trying to think of what to do next. I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I hope it’s Sams cuz Garth is already almost to the car. I stop and turn to my right. There’s Sam looking at me, of course concerned since I’m so silent. I give him a sad smile and he returns it.

“We’ll find him.” I think he was trying to convince the both of us.

“I know.” my smile dropped. “But what state will he be in?” I stared at him for a minute. He just looked at me, same sad, concerned expression. Then I saw him swallow the lump in his throat. I know somewhere in there he was thinking the same thing I was. Were we really going to find Dean, the way we want to find him? I turned and went to join Garth in the car. Sam following a little after letting out a sigh.

Part 3

Getting to be the new girl in Town, Kara grinned to herself, excited that she would get to be someone no one really knew. It took her awhile to get out of her apartment when she realized she was in someone else’s body but now Kara was just excited. Walking around, she noticed someone familiar and tapped them on the back. “Excuse me! I’m new in Town and I was wondering if you could help me find the nearest police station,” she said with a smile.


OKAY! Stacey reminded me. Ya’ll tumblr people might be a little confused on why Harlow is currently upset. (I took these pictures awhile ago because I wrote story on my Instagram. My insta name is the same as my tumblr soooo. You can read it there.)
Basically, Harry realized his feelings for Harlow. (Always has but just like her has no courage to tell her.) He had some beverages. (I assume you all know what kind of beverage.) Harry does noooooooot take that stuff well. While he was under the influence he told Harlow he loved her and clearly they shared a kiss. Kins tried to warn Harlow but she was just so happy that he felt the same that she didn’t care. The next morning Harrison had no idea that he kissed her. I mean he faintly remembered it but he just thought maybe it was a dream. After Harlow found out he didn’t remember, she was devastated but as well pretended not to remember. 
Hopefully this clears that up a bit? This all happened yesterday. SO YES HARRY IS STILL WITH DAISY WHILE HE DID THIS
Now you all see why Daisy can’t stand Harlow. 


Are you happy society? You’re probably asking why I posted a picture of myself in a dress and why the caption? Well i’m a trans boy; so female to male. I came out to my mom as agender at first because that’s how I felt at the moment…But also slightly because I didn’t want her to feel like she was “Loosing her little girl”. It didn’t go well she said “Do you want to be treated like an it or a thing?” And I broke down crying. She yelled at me for 3 days and kept saying “You’re such a pretty girl though”. Fast forward a few months, I realized I was definitely trans; this was something i’d been hiding for awhile trying to convince myself I was a girl just to please people. I was terrified of coming out to my mom. My mom noticed that I wasn’t doing the best and took me to the doctor, she told him that I was having gender issues and I came out to her as trans; the doctor said that he could refer me to a counsellor that could help me and my mom said she would try to use my preferred name and pronouns…She didn’t she lied to me. She still calls me she and her and girl and asks “Why don’t you wear dresses anymore; you can’t change your personality that fast” I wore dresses to make her happy. I haven’t came out to the rest of my family, knowing my mons family they’re really gossipy and I know my mom outed me to my grandma; who also doesn’t use the right pronouns. I’m not out to my dads side of the family as trans or pansexual due to the face they’re extremely homophobic and transphobic. The good thing is I have supportive friends. But it really bugs me that so many trans kids aren’t accepted and that so many trans kids commit suicide or are buried with the wrong name and pronouns on their headstone. This is my struggle and my story, my name is Mikey and i’m a 16 year old trans boy and my gender and the body I was born in does not define me.


Leonardo, I don’t want to get on your case when you’ve got such lovely forearms, but should you be quite so prickly about anyone questioning your qualifications to draught/draft anatomical studies when no one could possibly have even known you were doing them?  I mean, since you apparently never actually in any way published any of your 120 books?

I’m sure they would have burned you at the stake lauded your genius and given you all the prizes had they only known – because they really are amazing – but they kind of really would have had to know about them first.

(I think this is just about the only example of an extended scene that’s in SBS and VisionTV, but not Sky.  It took me awhile to even realize it’s an extended scene rather than an extra bit because unlike the other extended scenes, this one isn’t continuous in terms of the camera staying on Peter.  But once I looked at the context instead of just what the camera was doing, I realized it’s a continuation of the scene having to do with what may deter you from the science of dissection, where first – as Leonardo puts it in the part that’s in all three versions  – there is the problem of your stomach.)

I just realized why Steve made excuses for those “dates” that Natasha was setting him up for. He said he was “too busy”, “he wasn’t ready”, “secure the engine room then find me a date” and “what was her name again?” (He knew what her name was! *cough*). Steve already HAD a friend, Sam Wilson! He hasn’t been a on his FIRST, REAL date in 70 years. (No, I don’t count the double date from the “First Avenger” he went with Bucky) 

He missed the date with Peggy, since he puts the world’s needs before his own (Selflessness is what I love about his character) and he (possibly) wants “someone to share life experience with” and he IS referring to Natasha. 

Natasha is the type of woman who would try anything, since “she is comfortable with everything” - Nick Fury said that to him after he was angry after the “Leumarian Star” mission. Steve wants to develop and grow in the modern world that is not in his time period anymore. 

The “love advice” that Steve, selflessly given to Banner is that “don’t wait, go for it.” and told him how she “flirts personally up close” as a sign that he wanted to be with Natasha. The whole “bye bye bikinis and I bet you look terrible in them now” is flirting! He possibly trying to ask her out on date, since he felt comfortable around her, but the world’s needs come first before his own.

Jealousy (Luke Hemmings imagine)

It was the day of the 5sos amnesia music video shoot and you went with your boyfriend Luke. The first day of the shoot was some house up in the Los Angeles hills. While outside the house you notice a few boys across the street but you weren’t paying much attention to it. While the boys were on a little break you all went outside to the front yard, you guys were all hanging out and laughing. Then you took a better look at the guys who were next door and you realized that it was your friends kian and jc. You told Luke
“babe I’m going to go across the street to go see the guys over there”
“Those are some friends I haven’t seen in awhile and I just want to say hi I will be right back”
“Alright come back soon”
He kissed me and I told everyone i would be back. As I walked across the street I could tell the guys were giving me weird looks. As I walked over to the house kian had noticed me and had a surprised face.
“Y/n what are you doing here” kian asked me
“The 5sos boys are doing a video shoot across the street and I saw you guys so I wanted to say hi”
“Well are u busy because me and kian are filming videos and maybe you could in be them.” Jc asked me
I thought for awhile I really wanted to stay I mean I haven’t seen them in so long and plus it’s not like I would be doing anything at the video shoot.
“I would love to be in your guys videos but first I need to go back to the other house and tell the guys”
“Alright cool” kian said while Jc nodded
I had just gotten back to the other house were the 5sos guys were and I went up to Luke.
“Babe I think I’m going to stay over at kian and jc’s house to film some videos with them”
“Why you don’t want to stay and watch us with the music video” I could tell Luke was a little hurt.
“No, it’s not that I just haven’t seen them in really long time and I thought it would be fun to hang out with them. But if u really don’t want me to I can stay” I said hoping that I wouldn’t actually have to stay.
“It’s whatever,you can,I don’t care” Luke said with an attitude
“Fine, I will be over at the other house just call or text if u need something” I said while somewhat storming out.
Why was he so upset, I thought he would understand. I don’t think he had any right to be so upset.
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I had so much fun over at kian and jc’s house filming videos, goofing off, and just talking. Luke hadn’t texted me or called me so I figured he was mad or just busy. Around 8pm I got a text from Calum saying the shoot was over and to come back so we could head back to the house we were staying at. I told kian and Jc that I was going to leave so the walked me out to the front yard. As I was about to leave kian and Jc hugged me and told me to text them later. As i turned around I saw all the guys across the street watching me and I could tell Luke was mad but I just rolled my eyes. I said my last goodbyes to kian and Jc and walked across the street.
Calum asked “you ready to go?”
I just said “yes”
Ashton whispered in my ear saying Luke was upset with you. I just rolled my eyes. He honestly had know right to be mad at me I didn’t do anything wrong.
“So what did you do at your friends place” Michael asked me
“Nothing really we just hung out”
I could see Luke roll his eyes and that made me snap
I knew I was making the other boys feel uncomfortable but I didn’t care.
“OH MY GOD YOU THINK I CHOSE THEM OVER YOU I HAVENT SEEN THEM SINCE LAST YEAR AND I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU WANTED ME TO STAY I WOULD AND YOU SAID YOU DIDNT CARE” at this point we had just gotten back to the house so I got out the car and went upstairs and went into me and Luke’s room and slammed the door. I sat on the bed thinking how could Luke think that I would choose kian and Jc over him. I was pulled out of my thoughts by hearing a knock at the door.
“Babe can I come in” Luke said softly
“Whatever” I had know right to tell him no mainly because it was his room to.
“Babe” Luke says while sitting next to me
“I’m so sorry I know you haven’t seen them in awhile but I just thought that today would have been so much fun with the video shoot and you being ther-” I cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back then pulls away.
“I’m sorry” he says again
“I’m sorry to I didn’t know you wanted me there so bad, but I promise to be there tomorrow”
“I love you” he tells me with a cute little smile on his face.
“I love you too”

Full Confession:

It took me awhile to realize it but I absolutely hate the flower/heart events in Story of Seasons (and probably most recent Harvest Moon games.) I don’t know what the Bachelorette events are like, but in the Bachelor events I absolutely hate how they wrote the events like an atrociously bad shoujo manga. It’s just so cringe worthy. Main girl character is/does/says a sweet and innocently ditzy thing then guy character goes all doki, and girl character doesn’t even realize ‘cause she’s so innocent and ditzy. It’s making me start to hate all the Bachelors inadvertently, when I started this game liking most of the Bachelors, when it’s not them I should hate, it should be the main girl character/the writers.

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