I think Rebecca is about to see first hand on how Rob gets when people try to come in between him and Aaron. We all know how he reacts from previous situations. Rob gets pretty angry when people try to brake him and Aaron up. Something Rebecca hasn't seen first hand or she would know that taunting Rob is a bad idea. It's like if Chrissie didn't hold a candle to the passion that him and Aaron have,then what makes Rebecca think she'll be any different. She should just leave Robert and Aaron alone.
I think we could definitely see the crazy killer (he’s not a crazy killer….more like 🥔 killer) come out in Robert once more. Rebecca obviously hasn’t see what Robert is capable of at all and part of me kinda hopes she finds out. The only thing that makes me not want him to do anything is because I think Aaron would feel like it was the old Robert coming back and that wouldn’t go down to well.
However I do think she needs to be put in her place. She needs to see how Robert will protect his family no matter what!
I’ve rather enjoyed the break. I think we all needed it, but there’s only so long we can delay the inevitable.
Even Noct doesn’t want to leave
Prompto volunteered Noct to drive. Something about feeling bad for making me do all the driving lately. I’m reasonably certain he won’t crash and kill us all, at least, and we have proper beds and showers to look forward to once we get to Lestallum.
Seriously, though, where did this cat come from? It won’t leave Gladio alone.
Literally henke posts one thing of then eating and then, a friend posts another photo and suddenly it's too much, the heterosexuality is too much.. It's boring. Like it's truly and entirely dull that one photo brings you to tears like this every. Single. Time. LMAO I can't. Look how straight he's being eating and sitting down. It's not that deep. Fucking chill.
Anon. It’s literally not THAT deep. Here I am having to answer this while having a nice brunch in public *sigh*. You’re being boring stopping by whenever I tweet anything that hurts your feelings. *taylor swift voice* Please keep me out of this discourse. All I did was indirect people calling them ‘their parents’. I’m sure Lea never asked to be idolized by people who know nothing about her either, and it makes me uncomfortable that you guys are putting so much pressure on a 17 year old. Leave her alone.
Please @ me next time or show me where I said anything about ‘heterosexuality’ instead of leaving me pre-written essays whenever I say anything… This reaching is getting a bit too much.
For the last time, I love and support Henke. I do not care about what he does in his personal life, because I’m not entitled to it. It’s NONE of my business. All I care about is him being happy and having a good career and portraying Even Bech Næsheim for as long as possible. I’m not a creep obsessing over him as a person and over his friends in real life. I simply adore him and respect his work and passion and enthusiasm and love for his fans. He seems like the most genuine and giving person ever. His sexuality is none of my business and none of yours either, geez… Let it go.
I will not answer any of the asks related to Henrik’s personal life anymore. All I want is to reblog cute gifsets, cry, and write fic. I don’t know why you keep including me in this boring discourse that does nothing but create drama.
Okay, but seriously, being trans is so hard due to so many reasons. But I think the worst part about being trans is the impending, dreaded feeling that no one is ever going to love you because you’re trans, and you’re going to end up alone your entire life. I find I often say to myself, an afab trans man without the means to transition (currently, anyway), “Gay men and straight women aren’t going to want me because I don’t have the right parts, and I obviously can’t be with straight men and lesbian women because I am not a girl.”
Of course, this leaves out the bi/pan/ace folks, but honestly, in my experience, finding one of you guys is like finding a damn unicorn. And then, finding someone who is bi/pan/ace that you have chemistry with that you would want to pursue a relationship is an even MORE DIFFICULT unicorn to find. And even rarer sometimes is finding a fellow trans/nb person that is one of those orientations, or otherwise romantically attracted to you.
Being trans can really make you feel like you’ll never amount to anything. Constantly.
But…. I want to believe that there’s someone out there for everyone. The world has changed so much and is continuing to change and educate and lobby and even fight for the rights and equal treatment of trans people. It will never happen overnight. But I know there are people out there that will see me and love me for who I am, just as there will be someone out there that will see you, and love you for you, my friend.
To all my trans/nb family out there… Please don’t give up.
I no longer have the time, energy nor want to associate myself with people who make me feel like my standards are too high. Like I’m asking for too much when I say just be honest and keep it real with me or leave me the fuck alone.
Today was a first for me; I discovered after work that I’d locked my keys in my car! However, I have AAA and told my co-workers to go home as I’d be perfectly safe inside the business.
I opted to leave the lights off as there was plenty of light from the shopping center outside, so I could see out without being seen myself and didn’t even feel alone as there were hordes of shoppers passing by the entire time.
The tow company had warned me it would be close to two hours before they could come unlock my car, so I settled in comfortably to browse Reddit, of course. But you and I both know that a retail worker can never get too contented, right? Dun dun DUN!
I’d been there for one hour and forty minutes past closing–yes, a full 100 minutes–when IT happened. A seemingly normal man appeared, but little did I know that inside his common-looking head lurked the brain of an idiot.
He approached our front door with the large sign stating CLOSED in giant letters right before his face. The lights were off, and the business looked empty of any staff. But what did this lummox do? Reached forward anyway to yank on the locked door. And when it failed to Open Sesame him into paradise? Why, he pulled on it for a good ten seconds, rattling it violently! Finally he stepped back in defeat, staring in disgust and disbelief, shaking his dull head at the notion of our bidness being closed 100 minutes after the closing time that we’ve had since we opened in 2003.
Meanwhile I cowered in the dark, aquiver with shock and shame, my faith in retail humanity (alas, an oxymoron!) simply shattered.
Being alone doesn’t mean sitting in a dark room
by yourself, being alone means sitting in a room
full of people yet feeling empty. All my life I’ve
craved the love I gave but somehow it always
missed me. I have a family, I have a roof over
my head and so much more and honestly I’m
so grateful for it all. But this loneliness kills me,
it breaks every dream and shatters any ounce of
hope I’ve gathered after all these years of trying.
I just want to be loved and not just by someone
who’ll leave, not from my family because I’ve let
that expectation go, not by friends who will leave
me when things get hard. I want someone to hold
my hand and tell me I’m not alone and that I will
never face the darkness that lives within me alone.
I just need someone to show me that even someone
like me can be loved, despite being a broken mess.
I swear all I want is someone to hug the broken
pieces back together, to reassure me that one day
everything will be okay and I’ll eventually be whole.
One day I won’t be this broken soul that I am.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #31
Jenseternity / instagram
INTJ: Ok so these are my problems and the roots, this is what I think but this is what I feel and these are the whys, these are the solutions to those
problems and these would be the
likely outcomes and complications of those respective solutions and-
What chance do we have? The question is what choice? Run, hide, plead for mercy, scatter your forces? You give way to an enemy this evil with this much power and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission. The time to fight is now!
For the record I fricken love Jyn Erso. So please leave me alone if you wanna hate on her because I find her character very important personally and I feel like there are a lot of pieces of her I can identify with.
People have said they don’t like Felicity’s performance, I understand and respect that opinion, but I personally disagree. We’ve seen bold, intelligent, and witty women in Star Wars already. We have Padme, Leia, and Rey who are all beautiful characters each with their own nuisances. I think Jyn is just a different type of character. She’s more muted with her emotions and for a genuine reason.
Jyn has been dealt a pretty rough deck of cards in her life. She’s been without a family since she was a child, she felt abandoned by Saw whether that was the intention or not, and she’s lost herself. Jyn continues to rebel because that’s all she has left. She doesn’t have any real direction or purpose, her rebellion is what keeps her going. She’s a deeply flawed person. Jyn is broken and has hardened herself to a point where she doesn’t show her emotions as much as others. That’s what makes her relationship with the other characters so important.
Jyn starts off self-centered and a bit arrogant and slowly transforms into someone selfless and loving because through the mission and through meeting Cassian and the others, Jyn finds purpose and family in her life. She completes what her father started and is able to move forward and become who she is meant to be. Everyone handles their grief and troubles differently and how I see it, Jyn holds it all in and has learned not to show her weakness for fear of betrayal and judgement. I can appreciate Star Wars creating this type of character because I can identify with her and I think it’s an interesting change of personality from the more spunky, outgoing ladies we’ve seen in the past. There isn’t just one type of personality for a woman character and I like that Jyn Erso is different in this way.
im so tired of fake friends..
and by fake friend I don’t mean friends that act cool to your face and then talk shit when you leave. No no no no. I mean something way worse than that.
I mean those “friends” who say they’ll always be there for you, the ones that tell you if you ever need anything you can always talk to me, but when you need them they’re nowhere to be found. The friends that make plans with you multiple times and make up some excuse for why they can’t come now or just never text you at all and you’re just stuck waiting until hours later they have some flimsy excuse as to why they never got back with you.
You know… those “friends”.
because the female characters are so poorly and/or problematically written, because there sometimes aren't any female characters at all, and because while female emotional fluency is seen as an expected norm, society has taught me to romanticize male emotional fluency as exceptional and special and rare. now pls leave me alone so that I can live in my imaginary world where men actually talk about feelings
receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to
get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or
accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Angst your
ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.
Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he
groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna
run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter
“It’s not Steve… it’s me.”
He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him
and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing
here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk
His hands brush your cheek; he can’t help but stare at
your lips “It’s okay, I love having you here and after all you are my favorite
neighbor. So tell me, what’s wrong?” He is surprised when you pull him to a
tight hug and stay in his arms for a few minutes.
“This came through the mail today … I feel weird.” He
takes the paper from your hands and he sees that is an wedding invitation inside
of it there is a letter, he knows that something is wrong when the letter
starts with a nickname that you hate.
Once he accidently called you by this nickname and you
begged him to never call you by that again. He recognize your ex name on the
invitation as he starts to read the letter.
“I know that you are surprised to hear
from me, especially after our brake up. Well, I am going to get married; yes,
you know that you are open to the invitation, but I am not gonna keep this
I DON’T WANT YOU THERE, my mother made
me invite you because of our family history. She thought that would be awkward
with your whole family there, but I don’t care.
It’s being two years, nobody is going to
care if you don’t show up, not even your family.
Nobody wants to see the sad groom’s
ex-girlfriend drinking and eating her feelings. Do us both a favor and ignore
that this invitation ever existed.”
Bucky never knew what happened between you and your
ex, he only knew that things ended badly, really bad. “Doll, he is an asshole…
how are you feeling?” You shrug, honestly you don’t know what you felling “I
think I am hurt, not because he is getting married … but the letter. That
hurts; the worst part is that he is right. I am single, since I move out of
that city I’ve never went back and I barely talk to my family.”
Bucky gets up from his bed, leading you to the living
room where he offers you a cup of coffee. You sigh feeling desperate “What should
I do, Bucky?” Bucky takes a sip of the coffee, liking the bitterness of the hot
beverage and thinking what he can say to give you comfort.
“Well, doll, you can be mature and rsvp a no and let
this go… or you can show up there with your hot boyfriend and have the time of
your life.” You smile at him “That would be great if I had a hot boyfriend.”
Bucky smiles at you, he looks like he has a brilliant
idea “You might not have a boyfriend but you have something better… you have
me.” You choke at your coffee; you feel your checks getting red “What?”
“Think about it, I know you better than anyone and I
am very charming. I am a great dancer and I look great on a suit. I would be
the perfect fake boyfriend.” This doesn’t sound a good idea, you think. “Are
you sure, Bucky? We would have to catch a plane, pretend to be in love in front
of my family and we would have to spend a lot of time together.”
He nods, maybe you could do this and maybe…Just
maybe everything can go well “Okay, I will call my mother and buy our plane
tickets.” You kiss his cheek and say good bye, mentality preparing yourself for
the phone call you are about to have.
“Your crush is showing.” Bucky turns around and sees Steve
standing on the door way with a stupid grin on his face “Shut up, she needs
help and I wanted to help.” Steve laughs sitting by his side “Sure, tell that
to yourself. “ Steve says ironically.
“Come on, man, her ex was being an ass with her and
she looked so sad. “ Bucky says honestly, Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s
shoulder “Well, pretty girls were always your weakness;” Bucky feels angry with
this comment, he knows that in the past he was a lady’s man but now he is far from
As if his luck couldn’t get any worse he hears Sam’s
voice “If you only want to help her, I can be her fake boyfriend. I am much
nicer and handsome than you.” He looks at Sam annoyed “Calm down, man, keep the
winter soldier down. She is all yours.”
“She is only my friend, it’s just pretend. We’re gonna
be in the same hotel, I will hold her hand and kiss her forehead. In the
wedding we are gonna dance and I’m not gonna let her drink too much.”
Steve and Sam didn’t seem to believe in him, all day
they kept teasing him about how in love he was with you and how he should not
kill your ex boyfriend maybe just hurt him a little or a lot “Hey, Barnes, your
fake girlfriend is here to see you.”
He thanks Sam and sees you sitting on his couch “What
are you doing here, doll? You are already breaking up with me?” He asks
ironically, but afraid that maybe you are giving up on him already.
“I was talking to my mom. She insists that we stay at
home and not in a hotel.” He is feeling relived, you relax a little when you
see that he did not freak out “What is the problem? Your parents are gonna make
us sleep in separate bedrooms.”
“No, they won’t, they don’t care, honey, but this is
not all. My parents are paying for our plane tickets and… we are living
tomorrow morning.” This time Bucky takes a deep breath, he wasn’t expecting to
be your boyfriendthat soon. God,
what he got himself into?
You ask me to come over, and you tell me that nobody is home. I can’t tell which is worse: being with someone who does not love me or spending each night alone. When you touch me and I am closing my eyes, I can tell you think I am hiding the pleasure when I am doing all it takes just to not cry. You tell me about the girl you just met, and how heavy her number feels in your phone. I can’t tell which kills me more: being with someone who does not love me or spending each night alone. Your hands reach for my body, and your mouth is swallowing me whole. We are skin-on-skin, we are as close as possible, but you are nowhere near to my fucking soul. In the morning when I leave, you are sleeping, not feeling this ache I have in my bones. I can’t tell which will destroy me first: being with someone who does not love me or spending each night alone.