kind of a shitty night

To be honest, I'm not impressed...

I love Harry, I’ve been a fan for a long time now, but I need to get this off my chest. So with this whole “Carolina” situation, it just reminded me of one of the reasons I would never get involved with Harry if given the chance. To me, sex is more than just the physical act; I’m a 22 year old virgin, and I don’t see the point of having sex if you’re not in love with the person. This lessens my chance of finding a guy, since it seems that every person on Earth in this day and age does this; but I don’t want to be with a guy who won’t commit and seems to only do the one night stand/hooking up/friends with benefits type of thing. Like I’ve heard of him doing just that with Paige, Kendall, and now Townes. People will tell me “oh he’s young, he’s living his life and having fun,” but I’m just not into that. It’s his life, but I just wouldn’t want to get involved in something like that. I guess you can call me old fashioned. And also, it was kind of shitty bringing this unsuspecting girl he had a one night stand with into the limelight like that, especially without telling her and even including her name in the song. Like he won’t open up about the inspirations with his other songs, but he will spill about this one? C'mon. And just to clarify to the people sending me hateful messages, I’m not saying he’s a shitty person for having a different view of sex as me, I’m just stating what I’m into. If he wants just casual sex, cool, but I don’t want casual sex, so don’t get me involved. Referring to this post title, I guess what I’m referring to as not impressing me is bringing Townes into this without her knowing.


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 “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” (– Hayao Miyazaki)

HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION: If you have A LOT of work and stuff to do in some very short time like… 2 days, yep 2 effing days and you skipped your classes because you wanted to go home early so you could have more time to work on the stuff you have to do… So tell me, what kind of shitty sketchy OTP drawing would you do?

I’m trash :3

More Klance Week content, anyone?

Yeah, I thought so. And for today Fire/Ice prompt, I whipped up some tooth-rotting fluff for you.

“You know this is stupid, right?” Keith looks over at Lance, who’s intently perusing the cases of jewelry. “There’s no practical application.”

“Says the one who carries around a giant ass knife when a swiss army blade could do as much and more while taking up, like, a tenth of the space.”

“It has sentimental value,” he argues, and Lance throws up his arms.

“So do rings! That’s the whole point.” He shakes his head and focuses in on the displays again. “Besides, you seemed to think this was a good idea last night.”

“I was kind of distracted last night,” Keith shoots back. “And that’s a pretty shitty way to propose to someone, by the way.”

Lance’s jaw drops. Keith has seen that expression uncountably many times in the last few years–or at least he thinks it’s been years, but time is difficult in space–but it still manages to make him smile. “You always tell me you don’t like traditional stuff. I was trying to play it cool. And it’s not like we’re actually getting married–just exchanging rings.”

“With Team Voltron and several members of the Alliance High Council present.”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“I do put it like that. If we’re getting married, you have to be committed.”

Keith,” Lance says, finally tearing himself away from the sparkling metals. He grasps Keith’s hands in his own and looks down at him from his barely superior height. “I’ve never been more committed to anything than I am to you.”

Keith looks away. “Not even saving the universe?”

Lance scoffs. “Not even close. Uh–don’t tell Allura I said that.”

“You’re secret’s safe with me.”

“So–do you want, like, an official proposal? Because I can do that.”

Keith shakes his head. “No, you’ll probably screw it up.”

“Hey!” Lance yells indignantly, but cuts off when he sees Keith lowering himself down onto one knee, a random ring box from the display counter in his hand. “Oh.”

Keith clears his throat. “Lance McClain, blue paladin of Voltron and defender of the universe,” he begins. He’s rehearsed these words a few too many times to make it sound spontaneous. “We have fought together against the force of the Galra Empire, hostile peoples from alien worlds, Coran’s awful cooking, and other unspeakable terrors. There are days when I don’t know if I can make it through, but waking up next to you always gives me the strength to fight another day. Because with you, everything is an adventure and I can’t help but want to experience it.”

Lance blinks, one hand held across his chest in surprise.

“And nothing would make me happier than if you would do me the honor of fighting by my side for the rest of our lives. Lance, will you marry me?”

He opens the box and presents the ring to Lance. By chance, it is gold with red and orange gems inlaid in the band. Keith sees it and thinks instantly of fire.

“You–you proposed to me,” Lance stutters. “You had a speech prepared.”

Keith fidgets on the ground. This is making his knee hurt. “Yeah, I did. Now say yes so I can stand up.”

“What? Oh, right. Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you. But you already knew that.” He reaches down and lifts Keith from the floor, planting a firm kiss on his lips as he does so. When he pulls back, he takes the ring box from Keith’s hand and inspects the ring. He slips it on his finger, and Keith notes that it will need to be resized.

“I just wanted to hear you say it,” Keith says with a shrug. Lance is back to scanning the ring selection. His eyes light on one, and he taps the glass so the employee–who watched the whole affair with what Keith assumes was a smile on their face–knows which one to retrieve. They hand it over to him and he holds out a hand for Keith’s.

Keith obliges, and Lance slides the ring onto his finger with some difficulty.

His is silver with ice blue gems, a startling reminder of Lance. Keith grins down at it. His will need resizing as well, but it’s more perfect than he could have imagined.

“We’ll take these ones,” Keith says, not taking his eyes away.

He feels Lance’s smirk. “Not so stupid of an idea anymore, is it?”

Keith reaches for Lance’s hand, and when he entwines their fingers, their exchange of fire and ice sends shivers up his spine.

“It’s still kind of stupid. But I love you anyway.”


AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER: a mix for southern witches in a place where evil reigns.

a gift for my babe, thieves-and-snakes, i love you so much. 

So I had kind of a shitty night last night, with the whole feeling lonely thing. But I had messaged Scott (the hun) that I missed him and was feeling sad, and he immediately called me and talked to me for over an hour.

He’s so incredibly amazing at bringing me back to a baseline “normal”. Once I had calmed down a bit, he joked around that the reason I wasn’t feeling well is because I hadn’t had any potatoes that day, so I had to eat some chips or fries to make myself feel a bit better. He is just so good to me and I am so happy with him. He just gets me and I could not be more thankful to have him on my side.

random head canons

After Bitty got his concussion–and was sent home and told to rest, I imagine Jack pulled Bitty’s deskchair over next to his bed and sat there watching him without blinking to make sure he didnt die. He tried to keep him awake so he didn’t lapse into a coma. *poke* “Bittle, wake up.” *poke* Bittle, you can’t fall asleep.” (Shitty’s trying to pull Jack out of the room and telling him they don’t do that now that they have CT scans.) Jack pokes Bitty. “Bittle, tell me more about Behanna,“ Bitty sits up like how dare u, “It’s Beyonce, you heathen.” Shitty and Ransom and Lardo drag Jack out of the room. Lardo tells Jack to stay out of Bitty’s room or she’ll put something gross in his bed.

Jack stalks around the house murdering a stressball and whisper shouts at people to tip toe and keep their voices down. Until the stressball pops. Shitty and Lardo throw him in the car and drive him to Duxbury and make him look at the ocean and then they buy him an ice cream and hug him.


I know this guy…we were close, once. He – he told me if I, uh…I’d have to push the people that I care about, away…if I wanted to be effective at what I do. Seems like you listened. Yeah. I thought I didn’t. And this guy, he – he – he has a way of, uh, getting in your head, you know? And here’s the thing…I had a really shitty night. The kind where you – where you think you’ve seen the bottom of humanity and the pit just keeps getting deeper, you know? I…I can’t…I can’t do this alone. I can’t…I can’t take another step.
                                          You’re not alone, Matt. You never were.

Morning - Austin Carlile Imagine

 one where y/n has a mind blowing one night stand with Austin Carlile and the next morning she tries to sneak out of Austin’s arms (because she’s really ashamed) but he won’t let her leave. So y/n just gives in and goes back to sleep. When they wake up later Austin confesses that he’s had a crush on her for a while. And then it’s just really fluffy and they cook breakfast together and stuff. :) Thanks hun.

Slowly, your eyes opened to a dim lit room, light from curtains painting the cream carpet of the foreign room you had awoken to. Taking in a deep breath, you lifted your head slowly, the messy knots tangled in your hair wrapped around your neck loosely, falling loosely to your bare shoulders. 

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anonymous asked:

“I’m behind you in line at the grocery store and all you have in your cart are three pints of really overpriced ice cream and a bottle of vodka. Are you okay do you need a hug?” AU Yoonseok

wc: 1.2k

unbeta’d and written 15 minutes after i’d woken up from a nice nine-hour sleep. woohooo. (also, this drabble is dumb lol my bad, i need coffee.)

there’s definitely something wrong here. 

it’s not like yoongi’s been following the guy around the store, because he isn’t, it’s just that they’ve been floating up and down the same three aisles. yoongi’s here for a quick pick-me-up (and because he’d lost a bet with namjoon, which explains just why he’s out at ten in the evening in the cold) and the other guy, well, that he doesn’t know, but yoongi supposes dumping two of the most expensive brands of ice cream into his basket probably means he’s here for the same thing.

or not, because the next time yoongi sees him is by the liquor aisle, hand shaking a little bit as he closes his fingers around a large bottle of vodka. it’s not even the best kind of vodka because yoongi knows that brand from countless of shitty nights back in college, knows that while that brand may not be the best, it’s still the fastest way to get monumentally wrecked.

which doesn’t really do much for yoongi’s own peace of mind.

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