maybe thats why it is so shitty


So @hushowl did such a great job on illustrating the “love potion all over BH’s face ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” scene ( ) from one of the cutest freaking shit on the internet ( ) named “Irresistible”, wirtten by amazing @gayblackhat . I just couldn’t resist and draw the rest of this precious gay moment.
Oh my, oh my. The returning of my fuckboi-looking BH, am I right?

ps. If you’re curious, in the first frame Demencia sorta tries to turn Flug towards her and punch the shit out of him ( probably because they were fighting all over this potion and Demencia is practically a lot stronger than Flug, so he would pass after one good shot ) but freezes after what they both saw.

ps2 It’s 2am here!! KILL ME!!!

ps3 I just saw that little typo I made in the last pannel. Fuck this. Just read the original fic. Maybe I’ll change that later…

the more i learn about the film industry the more pissed i get when the fucking director gets the credit for everything about a film

anonymous asked:

Maybe wizards already invented a cure for gayness, so that's why they don't care. We've seen them do some pretty wild stuff with peoples' minds already

Ok, anon? Fuck you, and stop following us right now if you think that being gay is something that can or should be ‘cured’. Because honestly, we’ve got no time for your shitty opinions here. Fuck off and don’t interact with our posts again.

Simon and Baz: first attempts.

LIttle drabble I wrote slightly drunk and sleepy.  Kinda smutty.

 I hope it´s not too lame. 


It was just about time. They had been toghether for a while now and they both were okay with this.

Simon loved kissing Baz. His lips were cold. And when they kissed, Baz would go soft.

Not today. 

- I’m nervous.- He was breathing hard. His eyes were glimmering. 

-Its okay. I’m… I love you- Baz’s face went soft, and he stopped chaffing his bottom lip.

-I love you.- He said, and kissed simon again. 

Simon started cheking his list. Things he was going to do to Baz.

First he was going to kiss his neck, his ears. He was going to make him stop worrying. He was always worrying about everything. He wanted him to concentrate on this.

Simon was just starting to unbutton baz’ light blue(extra expensive) shirt when he felt the other boy’s hands stopping him.

Their lips made a cliking sound.

-What is it now?- he whispered, trying to look into his eyes.

But Baz was looking down, blushing subtly. With a trembling lip.


-I just don´t think this is a very good idea.- simon felt a pang of pain in his chest. Maybe Baz didn’t want this as much as he did. Maybe Baz did not want him.

-Oh.-he sounded more hurt than intended.

Baz noticed and suddely looked up into his eyes and cupped his cheeks.

-Listen,  I’ve waited for this for what it feels like my entire life, okay. Simon you are like the sun.

-But you don’t want to fuck the sun, do you?- that made baz laugh.

-What I’m trying to say is that I really don’t know  if it is going to be enough or not.

-We can just learn together, okay? I’m clueless too, baz. We`re the same.

-Just let me turn the light off.

-But i want to see you.

-You see me everyday.

-Not the same thing, BASILTON. 

-I’m turning it off no matter what you say, SNOW. 

-I am going to need some sight, though.

-Crowley, Snow do you listen to yourself when you talk.

-I want to kiss you. Let me kiss you.

Baz swallowed. *lights out* he chanted, his voice merely a whisper. Simon could only see his outline. The blinds were half closed. there was some light entering the room.  The air changed. 

The bed made a crack as Baz sat on Simon’s lap. A leg first, then the other. Simon was kissing him gently, firmly, holding the back of his head, tangling ten fingers in his hair. Baz pressed their hips together. He had one hand in simons thigh.

Simon moved fast. Suddenly baz was shirtless and laying back on the bed. Simon pressed his body heavily against his. He could feel his heartbeat, his hips, the muscles on his thighs.

Baz reached for the hem of simon’s shirt, made his way into simons back and pulled it trough his head, feeling every soft curve, every bone.

Simon looked somewhat unsetling. Like a lost dog, hungry. He had something wild in his eyes before kissing him again.

Baz loved simons skin. It was soft and rough. Moles everywhere. He kep kissing them. One above the right eye, another below the left ear. Another brown one between the clavicles. He bit him there and simon let out a hiss.

They were going too fast.

Simon reached down and unbucled baz’s pants.  He was kissing baz’s neck, and then licked his ear. Baz felt that on the tips of every finger.

And then simon’s hand was inside his boxers, and he let out a surprised gasp. Even Tried unsuccessfully to kind of cover himself. 

-Shhh, it’s all right. Let me touch you.- simon whispered, his voice a little deeper somehow.

Baz unlaced his payama botoms and reached inside his boxers too. Simon sighed in his ear. Baz thought he was going to die. 


 Baz moved suddenly on top of the chosen one, moving his hand inside the other boy’s pants. And then he started kissing his way down simons chest, bellybutton…


-Don’t look.

Simon covered his face with his arms, ears red. 

He said he was like the sun. 

anonymous asked:

I hate men's attitudes about women's problems. Things that happen to woman are never an issue or deserve to be talked about unless it happens to a man. Even then we aren't allowed to talk about it because we are forced to do all emotional labor for men.We have to solve all the problems that men created for themselves from their shitty patriarchy backfiring on them before us women are allowed to even mention our problems and that's a maybe. Why do they hate us so damn much? It makes me so angry.


I’ve seen many ikonics being down lately, so few things that worked for me:

  • Do not focus on whatever mess is happening on twitter/tumblr. 
  • Distance yourself from things that make you uncomfortable.  
  • Rewatch iKON vids and remember why you are here.
  • If you are a content maker, go play with your skills and iKON.
  • If you still don’t feel good bc your blog was your safe place? Create another safe place here. A sideblog that you can escape to everytime you need it. It could be anything you want as long as it makes you smile. 
  • Your dashboard is still a mess and you can’t focus bc of that? Unfollow people that make you feel that way. And do sth else on net, like watch dramas or varieties or do a movie marathon.
  • If again, you feel it’s too much to deal with all that, maybe take a short break from your blog or even internet. Sometimes it helps.
  • Finally, just do you and what makes you happy. That’s what matters.

alright and now to continue trying to write this fanfic

anonymous asked:

Because we havent had bullshit enough, Harry has a performance tomorrow (wednesday) at Sirius Hits 1.... the radio station that is shitty as fuck! Apparently that's why he has pre-recorded more than 1 song today, to be played on Wednesday's show, since he wont be there. Also, ticket holders for thursday's show say the ticket puts him as a guest, so maybe he will be back and he just pre-recorded stuff for wednesday?? But on thursday it's the carpool karaoke and thats pre-recorded... so idk

anonymous asked:

Did anyone else notice that Jill admitted getting pregnant immediately was a downside for her marriage when giving advice to Joy and Austin. They never had a chance to be just a young couple in love, before she was Morning sick and big with the baby. I am surprised in this family she admitted to it. Maybe that's why she seems to want her sisters to be pregnant fast too. So she isn't alone in feeling like she missed out on a special time that she can't get back?

Ugh, I hope not!Wishing your own misery on your sibling, just so you have someone in the same situation would be a pretty shitty move! But I felt sorry when she talked about how hard the first few months were for her. But hey, ever heard of condoms??(Annie)

anonymous asked:

Help me targuzzler I'm a bisexual woman and my bf says gay people aren't really oppressed for being gay, we pretty much have equality, and that the large resurgence of LGBT pride is among a bunch of kids who haven't gone through any real suffering but have aligned themselves with the group and feel entitled to act like a martyr. Basically he's being a huge dick how do I shut this down I can't even come up with words to explain how wrong he is and why

he just sounds like a piece of shit with no redeeming qualities from this description but maybe he’s just ignorant and is usually ok aside from this? the problem is that i dont know the full situation so i dont feel comfortable telling you to just break up with him. but i have to admit thats pretty fuckin shitty. i’d say weigh your options… if hes this shitty all the time maybe break up with him but you know more than me honestly

I had a feeling this would happen. What Lucy did then was shitty, and what she did here was equally shitty. She knew he still had feelings for her so why did she agree to go to the carnival with him? And also essentially cuddle with him on the Ferris wheel?

I loved Paulo/Lucy, wanted it since the beginning, but I’m kind of glad it sunk. I can’t really explain why. Maybe they both still need to mature more? Paulo has gone a long way

anonymous asked:

he's sitting on my couch. he literally was yelling at my window and now he's inside my shitty apartment and im making him coffee at 12 am. who's life is this? not mine thats for damn sure. i just wanna melt oh my god my face is so fucking red he's gonna laugh at me and make "Red" jokes like he always does. should i play dumb? like "Armani why are you here? do you need an appointment?" and idk maybe he'll not say anything? but what if he pulls a fast one on me and does that little laugh??? fuck.

…it continues

so i saw a post reacting to my rant and it basically said i was saying Sans is an awful person, and shit like that, and ugh that kinda gave me a super bad taste in my mouth, because??? no?? i never said that.

anyway, so here’s another rant on ~Sans~

also, if the person who posted that (you probably know who you are?) see this, i’m in no way calling you out, or angry with you! your feelings are totally valid, and tone is kinda hard to read over text, so, yanno.

(also i’m not linking to their post, bc i don’t want them to get any kind of asks about it. like. no thanks sir.)


so first of, Sans is a flawed character. he’s not perfect, heck, he has a lot more flaws than he has good qualities. (which is very relatable, tbh. like, same Sans. same.)

Sans is lazy; like, this has nothing what so ever to do with his depression, though it most definitely hasn’t helped. Sans is just, in general, a lazy ass person, which, again. #relatable

as we all know, Sans won’t fight you, unless you kill literally everything you can get your hands on. like, that is not something an unlazy-person would do, i’m sorry.

he spends pretty much the whole game asleep; he doesn’t help Frisk in any way, shape, or form, even though he promised Toriel he would. like, you can’t argue with this. Sans doesn’t do anything, and that’s fine?? i love this shitty ass goblin who sleeps constantly, and makes jokes at your expense. it’s a mirror to Papyrus intense desire to help, and it’s really neat characterization.

from what we can gather, Sans rarely does anything- Papyrus has to poke and prod and drag him into stuff, and sure, Sans says that he isn’t lazy, that “it’s the farthest thing from the truth,” but here’s where action speaks a lot louder than words, and damn it Sans, you’re kind of self-centered.

(which Papyrus is too.)

also, because @uselessundertalefacts​ just pointed it out: yes, we know Sans does stuff. read bedtime stories, has that telescope, a lot of things, actually. but: we only hear about them. and, look, here’s the thing: if you like something, you’re more likely to do it.

Sans likes going to Grillby. he likes reading bedtime stories for Papyrus, he likes playing pranks, and look. i’m lazy. i’m so god damn lazy, but i still do those kind of lowkey stuff i like to do. yes, it’s something he does, but it doesn’t negate the fact that he’s lazy.

like, if it doesn’t take too much energy, it’s fine. going to Grillby’s is literally just a teleport away. Papyrus is the center of his universe, so yes, he’s going to do anything and everything for him.

look, some of the reason he doesn’t do a lot is his depression. but some of it, is because he is lazy. and that’s not a bad thing? like, it’s just a character trait.

and okay, passing on from that thread, because we can defo talk a lot about that, let’s just. go onto something else, namely: Sans, and his behavior towards Papyrus.

(also, a little segment i had to delete, but i feel still has a good point: it’s implied that Sans is working on the machine. yes, i agree that he probably have something to do with it, but it’s kind of a forgotten project, wouldn’t you say? it’s covered up, pushed into a corner, and that’s.. not really the sign of someone working day and night on it.)

anyway: Sans and Papyrus.

Sans loves Papyrus. like, this is a fact, it’s so god damn obvious and in your face, there is no disagreeing on this.

but. but.

just because you love someone doesn’t mean you’re doing what’s best for them.

it’s not something you’re aware of. not really. sure, you know you do it- you know that maybe, it’s not the best idea ever, but you don’t get it, because you’re not that person.

Sans lies to Papyrus. Sans lies a lot to Papyrus, and that’s hurting Papyrus. it hurts Papyrus when Sans lies about shit, and that’s not something we can argue about.

Papryus isn’t a kid.

but! just because Sans is hurting Papyrus, it doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.

Sans is lying to Papyrus because he’s trying to protect him. it’s dumb, yes, but Sans just wants to keep Papyrus happy, and that’s… not a dumb thing.

Sans loves Papyrus so much. Papyrus is literally his whole world, and yeah, maybe that’s not such a good thing, but that’s how it is. that doesn’t make Sans an awful person.

hell, that doesn’t even make Sans a burden on Papyrus. he’s just a bit self-centered, a bit too caught up in himself. Papyrus loves Sans too, remember, and that doesn’t go away just because Sans has a bad habit of lying.

hell, none of this has anything to do with his depression. it’s all because of his own character flaws: Sans is, at heart, a tiny bit too easily caught up in himself, which is understandable. you have to put yourself first, always, because you have to take care of yourself first.

in fact, some of it does lie on Papyrus- he should tell Sans, instead of just accepting it with a smile. but Papyrus is just as afraid of burdening Sans, as Sans is afraid of burdening Papyrus, and yeah, they’re kind of both dumb that way.

so yes, Sans is kind of a jerk, but he’s not an awful person, and i feel like i suddenly have to stress that. maybe because i rant so much about Sans, pretty much always negative, but that’s because there’s so many issues in how people see him.

canon!Sans is a good person. he’s a bit of a jerk, yeah, but he’s still a good person, and i don’t know why anyone would ever think otherwise.

watched the 2 latest ep of moon lovers

im ded


what gets me out of EVERYTHING ELSE THAT GETS ME is how So told Wook that his mother did it and he needs to find evidence to get Soo out of prison and So and Soo both trusted Wook to do it- to help her- So because he knew about Wook’s feelings for Soo and in his mind THERE WAS NO WAY THAT WOOK WOULDN’T HELP HER. He has no frame of reference for dealing with these kinds of emotions so he trusts that Wook will do what he would have done in the same situation i.e. reveal the true culprit and get Soo out of prison and damn the consequences because thats what he would have done

but because he doesn’t get family the same way Wook does, and Wook loves Soo in a different way than he does, things don’t work out the way he expects (i had a feeling that So was counting on Wook to pull through before he had to resort to stopping the execution, but nothing happened and Court Lady Oh stepped in and my eyes still hurt from crying) 

So risking his life to warn away after drinking 3 cups of poison for her sake because she shouldn’t be seen with him, she’ll get into trouble despite wanting her face to be the last thing to see before he dies, and when he lives the first thing he does is drag his aching sick body to the prison because she’s all alone and their conversation when she’s in prison (always lecturing, he says, choking up as she tells him to look after himself), risking his father’s wrath to petition for Soo’s life, to fight, stalling for time, at the execution ground, him giving haesoo time along with lady Oh…. So may have fucked up in episode 9 with the forced kiss, but you can see the “OH SHIT I FUCKED UP” face when she gets scared of him, and he takes her to the ocean and confesses (and the subs should actually be “run away from me then” and not “try to run away from me” the feeling is totally different)

So may be clumsy when dealing with Soo, but he’s never half-hearted or insincere. even his non-apology to Soo about doing what he did shows that- in his mind, why should he apologize for his feelings for her? why should he apologize for the things he did? (okay he should have, but this is the man whose own mother told him to murder the crown prince over family dinner after he thought there may be a chance at reconciliation so there,  and he apologizes with his actions instead, aka DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO KEEP HER SAFE AND WELL) 

(also So thinking that Soo has feelings for Baek Ah because in his mind BAEK HA IS THE BEST PRINCE. THATS WHY SOO WOULD LIKE HIM. BAEK HA IS LIKE SOO. 

also him making no distinction between friendship and romantic love means i can choose to interpret my OT3 of BaekAh/Wang So/HaeSoo in any way i like. best OT3) 


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anonymous asked:

...What? We are outside your house now. I drove Pierre here so I could watch him bang on your infernal door myself. Now answer my question, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO QUASIMODO?

you are standing in the corner of our house with your hands over your face and pierre is hugging victor and victors laughing really hard and quasi is SAFE and i hope you feel better now claude!!!!!

for anyone who was worried and watching this progress, we played a prank on claude!!!! he was having a really shitty day and he was so so tired and we thought it’d be really funny nice to give him a reason to vent his frustration. kidnapping his son was maybe a lil too much, but we didnt take him for long!! and victor and i just gave him a big box of presents we made to help him feel better that we’ve been workin on all day (thats why we were awol!) and im really hoping he gets a chance to relax


Its been 47 days since you left, I’m not counting anymore. Sure, my heart still pounds that tiny bit faster when I see you, my eyes linger on your face longer than they should, and thats okay.
You broke down a thousand walls when you walked out, ripped my heart into jigsaw pieces and set my lungs on fire, I don’t know what you expect but I have always been so much more than what you saw in me.

I saw the world in you, but you will never be anything more, than an inkblot on my page, a story only worth reminding myself about when someone better comes along.
You were merely a spec of dust in my galaxy, 222 pages of my life, and thats okay.
I am an entire book, A thousand thunderstorms rolled into one, I am a natural disaster, built to take on more than whiny boys, whose eyes resemble oceans, and freckles resemble constellations.
You, are just a pretty face.

You provided a service, filled with shitty half assed excuses on why I wasn’t worthy of your time.
Maybe you should have worn a watch, taken notice of what you had, realised your time wasn’t so special after all.

I wasted the last 42 days of my life on a cliche, the idea that I needed you around, when I have never needed anyone who does not need me.
I have never needed anyone who doesn’t care enough to stick around after the fallout.
I have never needed you.
You were something I wanted, something I thought I was lucky enough to get, but god, I could never, have been so wrong about someone.
The hopeless romantic side of my brain kicked in, and you became this character, someone I fell in love with, but all you were was a disappointment, a shitty one liner, a half written symphony.

I spent the last 5 days realising you are everything wrong with a breakup, heck, you were wrong with our relationship too. You are promising to be “friends” and a “soon” that never comes. You’re an “I’ll miss you” but not enough to do anything about it, you’re a promise to “be there” despite the fact you don’t know where there ever was.
You’re a pretty face, a character I can easily erase.
I have spent 42 days wishing you would come back, and maybe all of that time I knew you never would, but in the past 5, hell, maybe even in the past 47, I have learnt more about you, then I ever did, in the 222 days I spent with you.
And I sure as hell, do not like the person that you have become.
If that person is you at all.

—  269 days ago, if they told me it was going to end up like this, I sure as hell would not have invested myself in a storybook character.

anonymous asked:

My mum always brings up kids to me despite knowing how incredibly uncomfortable I am around children. I know I wouldn't be a good parent and I also know I definitely don't want kids no matter what. This caused her to say she'll lock me, a lesbian, in a room with a guy until he gets me pregnant and then I'll HAVE to give her grandkids. I'm disgusted honestly because thanks, mother, that's rape and you are also a shitty person! Why is "I don't want kids" so hard for people to understand?

Holy smokes. Maybe it’s just me, but when jocular rape threats become a casual part of conversation, I start severely limiting the number of conversations.

I’ve pondered this for a while, trying to find some suggestions for you… comfort and reassurance are important, but solutions are better than commiseration. 

So I figure you have two major options.

1) For the sake of harmony, you could try a Do Not Engage policy. When your mum brings the subject up, keep politely and breezily changing it. (As a seriously successful strategy, a sudden frown and “Can you smell smoke?” is your instant way out of any conversation you don’t want to be in.) 

If she directly asks you and insists upon an answer, say non-committal things like “That’s really not on the cards right now,” or “I figure you should only become a parent when you’re certain, otherwise it’s not fair on the child”.

The problem with this option is that it doesn’t fix anything. It just dodges the issue. Your mum sounds like the persistent type, so you’ll need a lot of patience just to hand-wave this subject away forever.

2) Door slam. Your mum needs some serious social ‘time out’.

It works like this: if someone has been giving you grief, and you’ve made your position calmly and politely clear to them, then they continue to hound you about it…  try the door slam. 

The big rule: don’t be angry. Be cold. This is a different thing entirely to shouting back and arguing. 

Instead, when the topic comes up again, close it down with a frown and, “You know how I feel by now. I don’t want to talk about this again.” 

Then, the next few times you encounter them, be cold. You can be polite, but be reserved, unforthcoming and distant. You don’t want to be radiating anger and resentment here - what you are is unimpressed, not fuming.

You will be amazed how well this can work.

I’ve used it on various people, not just for childfree grief. The douchebag I share an office with has been door-slammed three times now, and I’ve had three sincere (if nervous) apologies. It’s pretty magical as a technique.

Often people don’t realise how much they’re pissing us off. Weirdly, getting angry at them doesn’t get the message across - we can dismiss other people’s anger as unreasonable. “Sarah is so bitchy sometimes, what’s her problem? She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

But when someone is cold… we get the message pretty quick that we’ve fucked up.

This will work especially well if you’re usually very open and honest and friendly with people, happy to share your emotions and thoughts. The sudden withdrawal of your warmth can be enough of a shock, like a slammed door, to make people realise they’ve been shitty. 

When an olive branch is offered to you (Office-Mate Douchebag usually brings me crisps…), it’s up to you whether you accept it with grace and move on, trusting they’ve learned their lesson, or if you want to talk it out. 

Because this is your mum, not some loser you have to share an office with, it might be good to talk. You can tell her how you really feel, including that it freaks you out when she jokes she’d have you raped for grandkids. Nobody should have to hear that from their mum.

Either way… I hope things work out for you. I really, truly do. I’m sorry you’re getting grief.

If it all gets too awful… and perhaps this is cold of me, but… it’s purely random that you were assigned to this individual in a child-parent capacity. The universal lottery threw you together that day in the maternity ward. It doesn’t have to stay that way. It’s your choice who you spend time with, who gets to be a treasured influence in your life. If someone is filling your days with poison, making you unhappy and trying to dictate your choices for you, don’t let shared genetics cancel all that out. Nobody deserves a guaranteed seat of power in your heart.

Let me know how you get on - I hope things get easier for you. Take care of yourself.