I remember being a little girl and laughing at your silly jokes, your weird faces, and your pranks.
I remember how much fun it was having you around.
I can’t remember a single moment where we had a meaningful conversation, a sentimental moment, or a bond at all.
I remember the times of your addiction and the anger, the stumbling, the slurred words.
I remember the times you were sober when all you did was go to work and come back home just to isolate yourself in your room.
I remember countless times asking you to teach me how to play guitar so that we could spend time together,
but always hearing, “i’m tired” or “im busy.”
I remember always having you around,
But i don’t remember ever really having a father.
And now, Dad,
I know why i hide behind humor and I close myself off from boys.
Now i know why i don’t like affection or getting close to people.
It’s easier. Thats what you’ve shown me.
Dad, I’ve always wanted nothing more than a close relationship with you.
I always looked up to you, and I’ve always thought you were the best.
But all you showed me was that you didn’t care.
And thats the only form of love I’m familiar with.
The kind that doesn’t feel like love at all.
Kaz talks a lot about kaz rietveld being dead and gone forever but I really don't think that's 100% true. D'you think kaz could ever get close to being who he was and dropping dirtyhands any more than he has already by ck? And what d'you think that'd be like for him now, and for the others?
i love this ask.
okay first off kaz has an R tattooed in homage to his family, so do i think that part of him is dead and gone? definitely not and i think deep down he doesn’t actually want that part of him lost. but i think kaz rietveld represents innocence more than anything, he grew up way before he had to, so in that sense i don’t think he’ll ever be close to who he was. he’ll forever be older, stronger, wiser. kaz rietveld died at nine years old…..he can’t get his childhood back.
i don’t see him ever fully dropping dirty hands, but i do think he has more development in his future because throughout ck he was truly seeing what was most important in life. i think there are more layers of armor he’d be willing to discard for his friends, but it’ll be a painfully slow process. the others already trust kaz to get things done, but i like to think they’d start to trust kaz, you know? listen i just want them to be a happy family so i’m always going to be optimistic about that :)
“Do you miss me like I miss you? Fucked around and got attached to you, Friends can break your heart too, and, I’m always tired but never of you“
Person A has painfully realised that losing a close friend can be worse than a breakup. They should have listened to their mother who said to never rely on anyone, as people are generally disappointing… but they thought person B was special, they were inseparable but Person A obviously wasn’t good enough for Person B’s ridiculously high standards and maybe they never even cared about Person A. Because who would hurt their best friend like that…
“I was walking down the street the other day, Tryna distract myself, But then I see your face, Oh wait, that’s someone else”
Person A walks through the street, eyes locked on the ground, as they repeatedly tell themselves, don’t think about Person B, don’t think about Person B, don’t think about Per-… Their thoughts are abruptly interrupted as they bump into someone (person C) , as they look up, they briefly see the face that has been the subject of their thoughts lately… Oh wait what!? it’s not Person B… and they have been staring at this person for an uncomfortably long time…
“So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe”
Empty… thats how Person A feels after Person B left. They should have thought better than to think that they’d get a happy ending. All they can hope is that Person B is happy now, even if Person A has to smile through the pain of watching someone else make Person B happy.
“Happily ever after, How could I ask for more? A lifetime of laughter, At the expense of the death of a bachelor”
No one really prepares you for the moment you see your significant other at the alter. Person A could barely contain themselves, overwhelmed with emotion… happiness, anxiety, excitement. Dedicating yourself to one person for the rest of your life, will it be like a fairytale ending they always dreamed of, is it worth giving up their freedom… is this the right moments to be having these thoughts?-
A voice breaks them out their thoughts,
“Person B? Do you take Person B to be your lawfully wedding husband/wife?”
A/N: It’s been so long since I wrote a fanfic, maybe like 10+ months? After getting into Doki Doki Literature Club I found myself obsessed with Natsuki and Yuri, and after browsing on ao3 and only finding like 10 fanfics of them, I decided to write one of my own! I’m hoping to write more in the future! For now, hope you enjoy this one! :D
It was no secret that Natsuki had a rough time at home. There were some days where she would arrive to the club with bruises and cuts littered on her body, but any time someone would try and ask her about it, she would quickly dismiss it and change the subject. No one would push her on the matter, as it was pretty clear it was something she wouldn’t want to discuss.
When Natsuki had arrived home one night, she prayed that things would be different. That maybe her father would work overtime and she could hole herself up in her room to avoid him, or that she would find him asleep and she could sneak past him. Unfortunately, it seemed as though luck was not on her side.
As quiet as a mouse, Natsuki walked through the front door. She tried her best to quietly yet also quickly make it to her room, but as she turned a corner, she bumped into the man she had been trying her hardest to avoid.
I've got a question about how to describe skin color for poc. For black people, you usually hear the term dark-skinned. However, I've been wondering how you would describe somebody that's middle eastern or Hispanic? I don't want to use the word tan because that just seems like a white person with a tan. Any thoughts or tips?
Rather than directly answering your question, I’m going to link you to another blog, because they have a fantastic post about describing a variety of skin tones here. (It does a much more thorough job than I ever could) It’s a wonderful resource to help writing POC by POC themselves, and I really recommend it!
Jonerys Family Dynamic: Part II (Jon & Dany are WAY too Savage for Date Night.)
(Exasperated with their youngest child) Were we not specific in our instructions that you were forbidden from entering the tourney?
*Shrugs shoulders, arms crossed* You told Ned that, not me ...
If we told your older brother he was not allowed what makes you think that we were fine with you, five years younger, entering?
Because, you never specifically said I couldn't!
It was implied for all of you, not just Ned!
Well you could've been a little more specific ...
(Angrily) Enough! You could've got seriously hurt, or worse! What were you thinking?!
That I could probably win ...
You're fourteen years old!
Yeah, but doesn't that say more about the state of the realm's combat effectiveness and less about me?
(To Jon and Dany) As your Hand I advise you not to go on record with a reply to that.
As his father I advise him to shut his mouth.
*Sighing* Why can't you just be like your brother and sister?
You mean ride dragons, be insanely good looking, comb each other's perfect silver and raven locks, and have an oddly close relationship that may or may not be outside a few of nature's laws?
Gods only know how close to home that feels?
Jon & Dany:
*Glare at Tyrion*
*Sheepishly drinks a draft of wine*
I meant not having us worrying if you're gonna turn up alive or dead every evening!
You're the one who always said you gave birth to me, and you can end me and replace me with another me if you so wish. Which is counter-productive if you ask me.
No one did! Now you're not leaving these chambers till you tell us why you insist on pushing your mother and I?!
*Shrugs* I don't know ... Childhood trauma, that's always the rogue's excuse.
*More offended* Childhood trauma?!
You bet ...
What POSSIBLE trauma could you have?
Who knows what buried deep in here? I mean I've seen father dance, I've seen you sing, Aunt Arya shit on the side of the road ...
If these are childhood traumas than my childhood would seem like something right out of the "Rat King" ...
True, but have you ever been in the same bed while your parents had sex?
*Chokes on wine*
*Shakes head* Excuse me?
Ask them, they were there.
*Turns to Jon and Dany*
Jon & Dany:
*Glance at one another than anywhere but the situation*
*To Tyrion* Yeah ... you didn't think they were that fucked up, did you?
*Defensively* That's ... not what happened exactly! You interrupted a very ... important moment!
I was a little kid and I had a bad dream, how was I supposed to know?
Wait, you walked in on them having sex or you were in the bed when they were having sex?
You could've gone to Missandei!
You're right, how could've been so stupid? Why go to my parents room when I was scared, when I could've snuggled up with my mother's Herald!
What's done is done!
Yeah, for like twenty minutes.
*Trying really hard not to laugh* What?
Oh yeah, they stopped, waited till I fell asleep and then continued!
*angry and way too honest* It was a tough month, I needed your father!
Oh, I remember ... It's kinda hard to forget being woken up by your sweaty, naked, mother grabbing your night shirt and violently climaxing right in your ear!
I did not grab your shirt! We weren't that close!
then why was the left leg of my trousers soaked?
*Turns to Tyrion* They even had the balls to tell me that it was my fault the next morning! They said I wet the bed in the night!
*Looks accusatory at King and Queen* ...
You guys are monsters ...
We are not!
What do you want us to do, apologize?
No, cause than I'd know you'd be lying. Cause you sure as hell weren't sorry when it happened.
You're still here aren't you? How much damage did it do to you?
Couldn't say ... *points to Dany* But if I end up in bed with a woman and I can't finish unless I imagine Mama orgasm, I'm gonna be very offended on behalf of some Lord's wife and our bastard child!
This is why I don't do three-ways anymore.
Why are we even talking about this?!
To prove that normal in this family is all prospective, Great Aunt Mamma!
really gorillaz has always been so into presenting these incredibly interesting ideas then never fully going through with them which makes me think the tv show won't really be an exploration of anything but just be jokes in the same vein as rick and morty. with these fleeting moments of character and emotion but otherwise totally devoid of anything but ideas that could have been good. that's all gorillaz have ever been good ideas executed badly
People are probably gonna read this as negative but honestly? I kind of agree…particularly in terms of the plot and character arcs. There’s SO much they could do, so many abandoned loose ends that could be expanded upon and yet…nothing. I have zero interest in Rick and Morty so I can’t speak to whether it’s a good or bad hypothetical comparison. I see what you’re trying to say though- the show won’t make any significant strides in character development and plots will happen and then be reset again - not exactly my preference either (though as long as it’s not mixed with live-action I’m good lmao)
But yeah, like, I know there’s a certain amount of inconsistency to be expected since the music comes first and it’s an experimental project first and foremost (so there’s some a lot of leeway with consistency) but the fact that I’m already writing off this new Murdoc content as shitposting and NOT a phase four plot hint bums me out because I wasn’t this cynical when I first created this blog! lmao. And it’s annoying when fan predictions are more interesting than the actual canon (see–> Strobelite, the various “this could be and episode of the new show” posts etc.) Like, I’m always left wondering what *could* be achieved if they had like, an established writer taking charge of the story side of things..someone like…idk…anyone who’s ever written a critically acclaimed TV show, movie, play etc. However, I’ll also add for the sake of self-awareness that I know that I’m terrible at suspending disbelief.
could you make a short haired aradia wearing a hoodie that looks like it belongs to sollux? Please? This blog is great!
TG: shit thank you!! TG: aw man im so proud of her hair thats such a stylin haircut TG: my ardi would never cut her hair that short though shes gotta keep it long TG: i feel like shed growl at me if i put scissors near her hair
“Oh is that champagne?” I ask my boyfriend of three and a half years just as he is lifting the glass to his lips. His eyebrows raise in surprise as as you take the glass from his hand. You smile, take a sip, and give him a wink. He takes the glass back from you, gives it a swirl, and takes a sip himself.
He then places a kiss on your temple before reaching to the table behind him and picking up a glass and says, “If you really want champagne, you can have this one.” Shawn hands you a glass while taking a sip of his own. His lips linger on the glass as he tries to hide his smile.
You bring the glass up to your lips and at the last second you notice the faint grey color of the liquid with black specs floating in it. “Shawn!” You exclaim.
“Yeah (y/n)?” He asks innocently.
“Did you give me the fucking Champagne that is filled with Geoff’s spit and pepper?” You ask.
“What if I did?” Shawn asks, “You should try it, its honestly not that bad.” He tries to force it toward you.
“Shawn no!” You laugh, “I swear to God Shawn if you put that shit in my mouth I swear to God we are breaking up for a week.”
Oh yeah, you and Shawn are currently at the LA New Years Rockin Eve Pre-Recording show. You have done this before, twice actually. You tell him you are going to ‘break up’, but really you are still together. You just treat him as if he is isn’t your boyfriend so no kisses, no cuddles, and especially no sex.
“Shawn don’t!” You yell while he continues to forcefully, but playfully, shove the drink your throat. He catches you mid laughing pours some of the drink into your mouth.
“That’s it Mendes, we’re done!” You laugh.
“Come on baby, you love me.” Shawn says as he gently places his hand only your lower back.
You quickly remove his hand and say, “I don’t let men I’m not dating touch me.”
He pouts and says, “Just tell me you love me.”
“I love my best friend Shawn.” You smile and take a sip of Shawn’s glass of champagne.
“Do you love your boyfriend Shawn?” He asks partially serious.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You whisper and then you walk away with a wink and Shawn’s drink.
The next night is the real New Years Eve and to be honest it has only been 24 hours and you are already missing Shawn’s lips among other things of course, but you find yourselves at a party Cam Dallas was throwing. Usually you simply stay home and cuddle on the couch with a bottle of champagne, but you felt obligated to show up at Cam’s house.
“You look gorgeous.” Shawn whispers in your ear as you enter through the door of the party.
“Thank you, friend.” You smile. “Damn I need a drink!”
“SHAWN!” Cameron yells the second you two arrive inside. Shawn immediately gets swept away with old friends and you find Madison Beer to chat with.
“So you two are technically not together?” Mads asks.
“Well… I guess not. Obviously Shawn and I are still together, this is just my way of punishing him for pouring that shit down my throat” you laugh.
“So who are you going to kiss at midnight?” Mads asks.
“Oh Shawn of course, I’m just going to drag it out a little bit.” You say.
“You sly bitch.” She laughs, “Well, I’ve gotta find my man.”
“Oh shit three minutes to midnight.” You say. You search the crowd for Shawn. You find him in the kitchen leaning against the counter talking to Jack Johnson.
“Hi.” You whisper.
“Uh, I’m gonna go man.” Jack says.
“Sure we’ll be in in a minute.” Shawn says.
“So…” Shawn begins pulling you close, “Do I get to kiss my beautiful girl at midnight?”
“I don’t usually kiss random men,” You begin, “But, I think I can make an exception tonight.”
“I think we better get with everyone else for the countdown.” Shawn says.
“Mhmm why can’t we just stay here for a minute and…” You lean in and you can assume Shawn gets what you mean. You are centimeters from touching when you here everyone counting down.
You quickly run into the other room with everyone else when Shawn grabs a couple glasses of champagne.
“11, 10, 9!” You all cheer. Shawn joins you and hands you a glass of champagne.
“8, 7, 6, 5!” Shawn wraps his arm around your lower back and pulls you in close.
“4, 3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone cheers and takes a sip of their drink. You then look at Shawn with a smile. He leans down and kisses you. First kiss of 2017!
“Come out on the balcony with me.” Shawn whispers to you as he takes your hand. You follow him out to the balcony. It has beautiful string lights wrapped around the railings.
“Whats your New Year Resolution?” Shawn asks as you take a sip of your Champagne.
“I want to strengthen the relationships I already have and make new ones so I can say the same thing about them next year.” You smile.
“Thats sweet.” Shawn kisses your cheeks. “Almost as sweet as you!” He says as he continues to rapidly peck your cheek.
“Whats yours?” You ask him.
“Funny you say that because I think I’m gonna complete mine.” He says.
“What do you mean?” You ask. Shawn takes both of your hands.
“Mine is kind of like yours but focused on one person.” Shawn smiles, “I want to further our relationship. I love you more than you could ever imagine (Y/N) and I think about my future a lot and honestly, I can’t think about my future without seeing you. So… my resolution this year is ask the woman I love to marry me and I know we are young but I think we are more than ready.”
“So (Y/N)?” Shawn says as he gets down on one knee. At this point there are about 20 people looking at you both through the window. “Will you marry me?”
You can’t even believe that this is happening right now. You in no way expected this. “Yes, Yes!” You say with tears streaming down your cheeks. He places the ring on your finger and you bring him into a kiss immediately. You can’t even believe you are going to spend the rest of your life with your best friend. 2017 is going to be an amazing year!
I love it when you post. You make me happier when you post. I love seeing ken's face and the way you gush about him is amazing.
omg i love this message so much!! thank you for sending it it means the world to hear that someone 1. loves the man i love bc it makes me happy when he receives love and 2. appreciates me!! thank u for thinking these things omg im so happy i can make you happier thats really more than i could ever ask for like i’m out here posting about the man i love and in the process making friends like you!! thank u angel ilysm!!! 💗💓💞💕
this random but when today i was thinking about what would happen if my dad ever lost his job and i was thinking about how i don’t think he’d ever beg for money/help from anyone even at his lowest point and like…
even tho he’s never said it out loud, the way he goes about life and working says enough to where i know that he’d never go out of his way to ask for anything he can’t ultimately attain himself
this really just came about cuz someone was criticizing me today about how i told them i don’t like asking for help and i hate taking shortcuts and how id rather die than ask for help
like…that shit is just not in me and i really could never see myself asking for money i rather find my own way even if it means struggling longer or taking more Ls i rather fuck myself over by keeping to myself than to say im in a weak spot idk my family didn’t raise me like that it’s not in any of us
so i know i just made a follow forever when i hit 10k a few weeks ago but i started following a lot of people and made a lot of friends in these couple weeks and plus 11k was my goal since the start so yeah
special mentions: txmlinsn - sarah youre my bestest friend and i love u so much weve been talking for a whole year non stop pretty much every single day and youre always there for me and you make me feel like i matter and thats more than i could ever ask of you so thank you for everything i love you mukenope - to this day i cant believe i actually got so lucky to get along with someone who has the exact same sense of humor as me an is just as sarcastic as me and cashton trash too and is just overall so nice and amazing and idk man i love you a lot but what do you call a magic owl lamelucass - weve been talking pretty much every minute of every day since we started talking and honestly youre just the easiest person to talk to and i know i can trust you and i love everythng about you and honestly i should be writing this in caps bc im not sure you can understand anything in lowercase can u fuxkashton - youre like the funniest person ive ever met and youre super chill and i feel like i can say anything around you bc you actually manage to be weirder than me somehow but ye ure a super special lil bug and i love u
Just wondering, but if working at Starbucks is so horrible then why continue working there? It seems like every "barista" hates it there. That's all you ever blog about like you never post anything positive about your working experiences.
No fucking shit, dumbass. You must be new here because otherwise you’d know that this is a place for people to rant and complain and (more than occasionally) ask for clarification on policies when really, they could look on the portal or call corporate for the same answer I’m giving them.
This blog is a concentrated area of bad experiences. I run it for the catharsis it brings me and prevents me from bottling up all the anger and then one day snapping and going completely berserk.
I really only hate maybe 1/10th of my customers. In reality, I love being a barista. I love being on bar. I love the way my customers’ faces light up when they see I’m going to be taking care of them that day. I love the tone of concern when I’ve been off for a few days and they ask “Where have you been? I was worried you left!” I love the endless support and love I get from my partners, who are like family to me.
I love the awesome feeling I get when I help a customer find a drink that is perfectly tailored to their taste buds. I love the look in the customer’s eye when they’re having the sort of day where nothing goes right and I can see that’s what’s happening and I do a little register magic to take care of their drink because I know it’s going to help set their day on a better path.
I love the passionate enthusiasm of my coworkers when they’re talking about coffee to customers who until that point had only ever thought of it as a beverage but have their eyes opened to the fact that it’s a way of life.
I love the way the cafe sounds during peak. There’s an elegant symphony of groggy customers, enthused partners, espresso machines, steaming milk, blending pitchers, and oven beeps.
I love that I get to watch the sun rise every single morning.
But you don’t hear that on this blog because I don’t need to get that out. That’s the stuff I want to keep inside and lock it up tight so that I can hold on to it on those days when nothing is going right for me. When I feel as if nobody is actually hearing what I have to say. When I don’t like what I see in the mirror. When my anxiety and depression reach levels that make the simple act of getting out of bed nearly intolerable. I hold onto that good stuff because I know my days in a green apron are numbered and I’m going to lose those experiences.
That stuff is mine. It’s personal. It’s the light in my dark places and I shouldn’t have to share that with you because I don’t know you and you haven’t earned the right to see that part of me yet.
then.” Darcy said quietly in the silence that had followed James outburst, sitting down on the bed next to James. “Tell me.”
turned towards her, his eyes tired and puffy with tears and exhaustion. He
hadn’t slept soundly for around two weeks, and it was showing. The Serum only
went so far.
asked, confusion lacing his voice.
Darcy said patiently, her hand reaching out to grasp his. Mentally, they’d been
so far apart the past month that she couldn’t help but be relieved when he
didn’t pull away. “I can sit here all night, and tell that what your body did –
without your permission – doesn’t
bother me, at least not in the way you
think it should. But you won’t believe me.”
has anyone mentioned TLM's ariel as asexual? she's preoccupied by ideas and finds the human world wondrous. by the movie's point of view, her view of eric is more like an imprint: he's just so beautiful and that's just about all she ever knew about him. so, she's at least a heteromantic ace. i think she could be just as enamored if her first human was androgynous, trans, or a woman.
Hmmm interesting! Now that I think about it, it does make WAY more sense to view her interest in Eric as aesthetic attraction, at least at the beginning, and then romantic later on. I like this interpretation a lot.
Of course, I always think of that story as being much more about Ariel falling in love with the human world rather than just one human, anyway.