my emotions cant take this anymore

Stormy Nights (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Richie and Eddie are both teenagers (roughly 16) and both of their family lives are getting worse, particularly Richie’s. One night Richie cant take it anymore and sneaks through Eddie’s window to stay the night.

Warning(s): Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, cussing, FLUFF/ANGST??? fuck i love reddie

A/N: Hello all! My main account is @edsrich and I wont be posting my imagines for IT here anymore is based around marvel-  but I created this one here! And I livE AND BREATHE for Reddie.  Yes, this takes place whilst the Losers Club are all in their teen years, frankly because I find it easier to write certain things that aren’t as cute and innocent (despite Richie & the other boys being fAR from iNNocent). I hope you enjoy! Feedback, positive and negative is appreciated!

Eddie laid in bed watching ‘Little Shop of Horrors’, whilst wearing a navy shirt and oversized sweats to keep him comfy. It was currently 9PM on a random Wednesday in the middle of Summer, today was a basic day; it involved hanging out with Bill and Richie for the day as Stan, Ben and Mike were busy. 

Ever since the incident that happened back in 1989, some had became distant from the group more than others. Beverly moved away the day after the losers defeated Pennywise itself, whilst Stan slowly distanced himself and Mike seemed to be working a lot. Ben was just busy on this random day and couldn’t hang out with the other boys.

Eddie rumbles a grunt in the back of his throat, sitting up and adjusting his white pillowcases in a more comfortable position and he places his smaller frame back down onto his mattress and continues to watch ‘Little Shop of Horrors’. 

Ripples of lightning sliced through the cloud smothered sky, alongside with the summer showers that poured down upon the town of Derry, which alone created a moody atmosphere for Eddie. Eddie flinched as the crackles from the rumbling thunder shocked him every now and then. Branches tapped against his window as the wind swirled them against the glass repeatedly, too startling the teen.

Suddenly, a large bang- much larger than the small twigs- impacted the glass of the window, causing Eddie to squeak.

The startled boy frantically looked to where the noise was, only to see large bulky glasses and brown curly hair. Richie.

Eddie, at first, thought he was seeing things-  which caused him to raise his hands and wipe his eyes from the sleep that stuck in his inner corners, but to no avail- it was Richie, soaked for that matter.

Eddie stood up, walking over to his window and slowly and silently opened the window- careful not to wake his over protective mother, he quickly helped his best friend into his room with a soft grunt and no noise from Richie.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie whispered a bit, rain splatting his pale cheeks before quickly shutting the window before any more rain flew inside.

“It’s nice to see you too, Eds.” Richie mumbled, for once not making a snarky remark.

Eddie went over to his door, shutting it before looking over his shoulder. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The corner of Richie’s lips tugged up into his signature smirk at Eddie’s signature remark to his own, as he removed his thick rimmed glasses, attempting to wipe away the droplets that stuck to his lenses. He pushed his fingers inside of his wet shirt and rubbed the material against the glass, his attempts failing.

“Here, hold on.” Eddie sighed, walking up to the taller boy and taking the glasses away and using his own shirt to smear away the droplets, this time much more successfully.

Richie watched, his tongue poking his cheek with his thoughts all over the place- but continued to keep remotely silent unless he was spoken too.

Eddie finished cleaning his friends glasses, before holding them up and putting them on Richie’s face for him, a confused look remaining on his face as he watches Richie’s eyes grow larger due to the lenses that were suited for his eye sight.

“What happened, Richie? Why are you here- I-I mean, I’m not complaining but this is just fucking unusual.” Eddie rambled a bit, a voice crack slipping into his sentance 

This caused Richie to smirk despite the emotions he currently was feeling, Eddie knew his background and what his family was like. He knew his Mother was an alcoholic and that his Father was just plain cruel to him for no apparent reason. Both parents had in fact told him this very night that they would’ve rather had a daughter than for him to even exist. Sure, his Mother was drunk; his Father was beyond stressed, but he was sober and agreed with every word that his Mother slurred.

Not to mention, ‘a drunken mans words is a sober mans thoughts’, even if his Mother wasn’t a man.

“It was them again, Eds.”

Eddie chose to ignore the nickname that he had a love-hate feeling for, instead becoming concerned, “Who?” 

Richie sighed, “Mom and Dad, as fucking usual. I fucking hate them.” His cusses had a bite to them, the brown hairs of his eyebrows furrowing more and more.

Eddie quickly realised the situation, “Oh shit, alright- fuck, um, do you want some of my clothes to sleep in?”

Richie smiled genuinely, glad he had Eddie as his friend. “Yeah.”

Eddie nodded, turning and kneeling as he dug through his pyjama’s drawer, nervously shoving away the porno magazines that were messily tossed at the top of the pile. He as a teenage boy had his needs, but that wasn’t what he was embarrassed about showing or even Richie seeing- he was embarrassed incase Richie saw that his porn stash wasn’t full of lewd pictures of women, but of the opposite gender.

Richie looked around the familiar bedroom, seeing posters of movies that Eddie was fond of and even photographs of him in his childhood and with his friends, being Bill, Stan and himself with Eddie dangling on the end next to Richie.

Richie’s eyes then snapped to the cheap TV, smirking to himself. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really? This is what you come home to and watch for fun?”

Eddie frowned, without looking at Richie. “Little Shop of Horrors is in fact, one of the best movies of all time.” 

“No, Eds, it’s one of your best movies that you like. Hell, it’s a damn musical.” Richie snickered.

“Actually, Richie, it’s labelled as a Science Fiction and Romance movie, which to me is quite entertaining.”

“But it’s funny because you’re watching a movie with ‘Horror’ in the title.”

“Now why is that funny?” Eddie spoke stubbornly, standing up and turning to look at his friend with a shirt and sweatpants in his arms.

“Because you cried in fear watching Jaws, Eds.” 

Heat rose to Eddie’s cheeks, scoffing as he didn’t push the subject any more and dropped the clothes onto his bed.

“I’ll just turn around whilst you change, you can’t leave this room just incase my Mom comes in and see’s you.”

“Your Mom has already seen all of me, Eds.”

“That’s so not funny.” Eddie grumbled angrily, his nose lightly scrunching up at Richie’s words.

Richie rolled his eyes smugly, smirking towards his friend. “Whatever Eds, I’m sure you’ll be tempted to turn around.”

The heat flared even more on Eddie’s cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing and turning around. “Whatever, shut up and change.”

Richie stared at the small boys frame, his eyes wandering for a second as he began to strip and too turning away to look out the window. Awkward silence filled the air, the two boys hearts pounding profusely for each other, without the other knowing it yet.

Richie holds up the shirt once the sweat pants are slid on in front of his bare chest, tilting his head. 

“Now, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

Eddie turns around, again- his heart pounding in his throat and his blush spreading to his chest. “Put it on, asshole!”

“I don’t like sleeping in shirts dude, you know this.” Richie partly whined this comment, stomping his bare foot lightly against the creaking wood beneath him.

Eddie hesitated his words, “Fine, but don’t be fucking creepy about it.”

Richie hummed in satisfaction, plotting his rear on the bed that belonged to his best friend, bouncing on it for a second. “Your bed is comfy.”

“Oh, thanks?” Eddie tilted his head in confusion before sighing and going to his VHS system, “Since you’re a huge hater on Little Shop of Horror’s, what do you want to watch?”

Richie stood up, walking behind the smaller boy with one hand on the upper side of his body and looking over his shoulder at the selection of VHS tapes to choose from, causing Eddie to stiffen up at first, only centre-meters were between Richie’s bare chest and Eddie’s back. “What do you have for me to choose from?”

“U-Uh, I got Star Wars, Dirty Dancing- um, Back to the Future, Batman-”

“Hold up, did you say Dirty Dancing?”

“Yes, I did. It is a beautiful romance musical about dirty dancing, what more could you want?” Eddie spoke with annoyed sarcasm, frowning, “Just because it’s in my collection, doesn’t mean I watch it dumbass.”

Richie grinned at Eddie’s temper flaring slightly, “Calm down, Eds. Its fine if you want to watch dirty dancing at 1AM, we all understand.” Richie teased, “How about we watch Batman?”

Eddie ignored Richie’s teases once again, before nodding and grapping the VHS tape that was labelled ‘Batman’, taking out Little Shop of Horrors and sliding in the new tape.

The rain poured down heavier and violently pitter pattered against the window, the cold air chilling the two boys equally.

“Nice weather we’re having, don’t you agree?”

“Fucking lovely.” Eddie retorted, chuckling a bit and responding with equal sarcasm.

The two eventually laid down side by side on the bed side by side with the lights off and Batman playing in front of them in low quality. Their arms grazed each other every now and then, as well as their legs too.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents.” Eddie whispered over the film’s sound.

Richie took his eyes away from the screen, looking down at his friend. “Don’t be, they’re assholes.”

“They are, but you don’t deserve that shit.”

“Yeah, neither do you though. Your Mom’s a bitch too.” Richie sighed this out, inching closer to Eddie.

“I know but, both of your parents… you know-”

“Hate me, yeah I get it.” Richie mumbled, “I’m not surprised, I’m a shit son. I’d hate me too.”

Eddie sits up lightly, frowning at Richie’s harsh words that were stabs at himself. “Not everyone hates you Richie.”

“I’m annoying, I put up this stupid act and I make unnecessary dick jokes all the time.”

“I don’t hate you…” Eddie trailed off, blushing a bit but hoping it was hidden by the dark room. 

“It’s actually weird to hear someone say that to me, considering I get it all the time.” Richie chuckled dryly, sighing and tilting his head back. “Thankyou, Eds.”

Eddie didn’t even care in this moment that he was called ‘Eds’, but instead rested his head against Richie’s bare chest. Richie was at first startled with wide eyes, his cheeks becoming red instantly. But soon settled, his heart beating heavily and resting one arm around Eddie. His only hope was that Eddie couldn’t hear his heart.

Batman continued to play lowly in the background, but the boys only solely focused on each other and nothing else. Both becoming sleepy as the night carried on and it became later and later, both laying with each other like never before.

Eventually, Richie used his free arm to take his glasses away from his eyes and places them on the side table of Eddie’s bed quietly, yawning whilst Eddie snuggled a little closer sleepily, with lidded eyes.

“You know, Eds? I’m really fucking glad I have you in my life.” Richie whispers to a half asleep Eddie.

Eddie just about lets out a dazed smile with closed eyes, “I love you too, Richie.”

Richie’s cheeks steam up, his eyes widening a bit and he slowly shifts his eyes to the boys well kept head of hair, rubbing his fingers into his shoulder and pulling him closer as Eddie, unknown of confessing his feelings, drifts into a sleep.

Richie then, noticing that his best friend has fallen asleep- leans down carefully, without wakening him, and then presses his chapped lips that had a small taste of cigarettes and candyfloss against Eddie’s temple.

“I love you more, Eds.”

Dreamworks: “Keith is also just as goofy and free-spirited as the rest of his team, it just takes a little longer for the somewhat stoic Paladin to show this”

Me:

Dreamworks: “Keith makes a choice that causes a rift between him and the rest of Team Voltron.”

Me:

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Dreamworks: [the first scene of the season 4 trailer is a group shot without Keith]

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Dreamworks: “I don’t know why I’m that way. Maybe I’m naturally untrusting because my mom left me? And so instead of accepting people into my life, I push them away before they reject me. I guess I have some walls up.” - Keith’s vlog 2k17

Me:

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

“Why can’t you be more like, Keith?”

Ah, there it is again, the whole comparing me to someone clearly better than me. I’m too tired to even try and control my emotions I’ve had enough of this. I know what I feel is stupid and irrational but I can’t take this anymore.

“ You know what, Shiro. I don’t want to be like him I want to be like me. The best that I can possibly be but I cant fucking do that if all you do is point out my flaws instead of my virtues. I’m tired of you comparing me to Keith when you know we are two different people. Ill never be like him don’t you get that? I’m not fast and brave like him. I am different, and I have my own qualities but apparently you can’t see them.”  I know everyone is staring at me and I want them to. I want them to listen to what I feel. So I turn around and speak to all of them next,

“ When will you realize that I’m not just a bag filled with mistakes? I’ve saved thousands of lives, done countless things for the team and haven’t been complimented once. If I’m such a drawback for the team why don’t you just tell me that so I can leave?”  I take a deep breath as I make my way out. I can hear Hunk telling me to wait but I don’t care anymore. 


i want him to snap so bad lol

The Vamps Night & Day (Night Editon) Reaction

First sorry if you follow me only for Shawn here haha but I’m about to fangirl (really hard sorry) about the new album of these idiots thanks bye 

I wrote all of these while listening to that songs so excuse me if its a bit a mess but it’s a good representation of what was happeningin my mind haha, lets go now :

- Okay but MOTN IS MY JAM LIKE I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH but we all already know it so thats “fine”

- All NightAND THE CIRCLES UNDERNEATH MY EYES TELL THE THRUTH IVE BEEN TRYIN TO HIDE” YAAAAAAS MA BOYY still love it until death

- of course HANDS « YOU SAY YOU BETTER WITH THE HAAAAAAAANDS » I feel sexy with this song haha

- okay now SAME TO YOU first song i didn’t listen before AND HOLY SHIT THE MUSIC STARTED I WAS NOT READY  AND OH LORD MF IM SHAKING SO BAD HIIIIIIS VOICE WHAT THE FUCK THE PRE CHORUS IM LOST MY BREATH oh my … AND THE FUCKING BRIDGE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HIS VOICE HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT is tat heaven this is so good written

- PAPER HEART I thought i was ready as I already heard it with videos but I was EMOTIONAL TRUST ME THIS WAS ME

Originally posted by gifsarefunny

 HOLY DAMN FUCKING HELL HE JUST DID THE « Hold iiiiiiiiiit » AT THE END OF THE FIRST CHORUS IM DYING I LOST ALL MY SHIT IM ALRIGHT IM ALRIGHT oh fuck his voice during the bridge GUYYYYYYS I CANT

- « I GOT MY SHADES ON LIKE IM ROCKING BARBADOS ALL NIGHT AND EVERYBODY THINKS IM HIGH TAKING MY JEANS OFF BUT I’M KEEPING MY SHADES ON ALL NIGHT AND EVERYBODY STOP”  GIRL IM ENJOYING MYSELF SO MUCH I DONT HAVE BREATH ANYMORE IM DANCING TOOOOOO MUCH  I FUCKING LOVE EVEN MORE THE STUDIO VERSION « OH BOY LOOK AT THAT ASS OH BOY LOOK AT THAT ASS »  OH BOY LOOK AT ME DIE LOOK AT ME DIE

- ITS A LIE i was really waiting for this song I expected this song to be so good and if Tini was not on it (sorry really) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO FREAKIN MORE AMAZING THAN IT ALREADY IS……..but THE BRIDGE THE BRIDGE THE BRIDGE THEEEEE BRIIIIIDGE

- STAY MY FAV MY FAV MY FAV BEFORE I LISTEN TO THE ALBUM SO I WAS EXPECTING A LOOOOOT AND NOW PREPARE MY GRAVE BC DAMMIT HIS VOICE I CRAWLED INTO A LITTLE CORNER AND FREAKIN DIED THERE «  so you can find me the tallest building in the tallest city » still my fav lyric ever in this amazing song azihefzrgmoaejgea but also « and you can wear my favorite t shirt » fucked me up A LOT  OH LORD THE BRIDGE I WAS NOT READY HAHA (thats a nervous laugh BECAUSE IM CRYING RN)  HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS VOIIIIIIIIIIIICCEEEEEE LET ME DIE IN PEACE THATKS

- WOW I WAS STILL DYING BC OF STAY AND IVE BEEN ATTACKED BY MY PLACE HAHA AND WOW SO GOOD I TOTALLY CAN IMAGINE MYSELF ENJOYING MY TIME AT THEIR CONCERT SINGING THIS I GONNA SCREAM THOSE LYRICS I CAN TELL U THAT

- AND LORD SAD SONG I LOVE THE MUSIC AAAAAAAAH AND OF COURSE TH ELYRICS AHAZIOAOIFHAE I MEAN JUST A GOOD SONG FOR A COOL LITTLE DANCE ITs like the only song that kinda makes me more peaceful because the others are like EITHER YOU FUCKING MOVE THAT ASS AND ENJOYING YOUR LIFE EITHER YOU GO CRY IN A CORNER 

SUM UP : FUCKING AWESOME I LOVE IT IM SO PROUD THEY SEEM SO PROUD OF THIS ALBUM AND DAMN YOU GUYS CAN BE BC THIS FUCKING AWESOME THIS IS SUCH A GOOD ALBUM TO JUST BE HAPPY AND DANCE ALL THE NIGHT .

..and also THE BRIIIIIDGES thats all i have to say thanks bye haha Im gonna cry under my bed now oknobye 

studiosnickerdoodle  asked:

okay real talk i cant take it anymore i have to say it: you have some of the most expressive fucking work. the way you illustrate emotion even in subtle ways is so goddamn awesome and just....goals. Thank you.

aaaaaaaaaaaaa holy shit seriously thank you so much?? trying to convey emotion & make viewers Feel Things through my work is a major goal for me as an artist and this really means the world to me;;; SO LIKE HFFFF… I’M JUST

kdrama problems

i dont have second lead syndrome this time, i fully ship min hyuk and bong soon, but seeing gook doo’s rejection made me want to cry so badly- his situation, where he realized his feelings too late and could only watch her slip out of his fingers right as he turned around and tried to grasp, is so heartbreaking in that the issue of timing in love confessions is so real, and that he can only blame himself later on for missing his chance. its the concept of “almost” and “what could have been,” and having to watch his heart break right in front of me, the evidence of his emotions written all over his face, that break my own heart as well even though i know inside that they werent the right ones for each other anyways ;;

Literally me during the finale
  • Alfred: The same love I have for you
  • Me: Oh that was emotional
  • Alfred: I love you Master Bruce
  • Me: Oh. my. god.
  • Alfred: I would do anything for you-
  • Me: STOP IT
  • Alfred: I would die for you
  • Me: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD STOP PLEASE STOP IT MY HEART CANT TAKE ANYMORE
  • Alfred: Come back to me Master Bruce
  • Me: *Completely lost all sense of control and humanity. Realizes nothing matters now except for Alfred's love*
  • Mom: Honey it's just a show
  • Me: A BUTLER LOVE IS THE ONLY LOVE!!!!

Two things I would like to address

1. WHERE ARE THEY GETTING THIS INFO FROM! LIKE I DON’T REMEMBER EVER TAKING A POLL SAYING I WANTED THIS BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND!


2. I CANT DO THIS! I DON’T WANT HIS SEQUAL IM NOT READY FOR THIS TO END! I CANNOT DO THIS! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT KLAUS! DON'TWANT WIZARDESS HEART TO END I DON’T WANNA NEW MC I JUST CANT DO THIS. I’M SHAKING AND CLOSE TO TEARS!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭


4

My experience with meeting the shadowhunters cast.
First of all let me say how very very grateful I am and how lucky I am for this rare chance. Anyways lets go, so it started off with Emeraude and she was so so so beautiful and sweet. She signed my book and complimented my (malec) shirt she also told me how she remembered me from the crowd and I almost died. After was the one and only matt daddario. He snook a signature into my book even though they said no more. He also said he liked my shirt and said he loved me after i told him the same (i actually died then) he then proceeded to ask me if i was ok because i started to cry lmao! After him was harry and he said he loved my shirt and said he remembered me from the aol interview (i died again) ((rip me)) and i was so shook!! And he gave me a tissue because i was in tears (you know damn well i didnt use that tissue im keeping that forever) and after him came Isaiah who smiled so beautifully at me and made sure I was alright (they were all so concerned aw) and signed my thing. After him was Dom and Alberto!! Dom saw my crying and told me it was this exact reaction that made him do what he does (is this my third death?? Fourth??) and noticed em didnt sign my paper so he took it went over and made Em signed it (AHHH) and while he was doing that Alberto saw me losing and and said “thats it i cant take it anymore” and walked around the table and hugGED ME AND NOW IM CRYING AGAIN THINKING ABOUT IT he will never know how much that meant to me. Because even though I didnt ask for it he must of saw he much he has affected me and knew how much I needed one. Truly the best day of my life and wow I chose the right show to fall in love with.

Tumblr Girls (G-EAZY)- Justin Bieber Imagine

Can you do a thing based off of tumblr girls by g-eazy

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requests are always open :-)

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btw ive never really heard the song so im just going off the lyrics :)

Originally posted by emmasopheah


Cause I’m in love with these Tumblr girls, with skinny waists and drug habits
Pretty faces love status, she acts as if she’s the baddest

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her . The way she moved , the way she smiled , and the way she gave me that seductive look.

Man I swear she’s just like tons of girls, she expects the free drinks

I watched as she downed drink after drink , smiling at the old perv who looked like hed do anything for her right then and there.

We fuck off and on, off and on, only ever really fuck off and on

“Youre amazing” She purrs after were done , moving from on top of me.

“You too” I say , and it’s the same routine. Fuck , get dressed , leave.

Noticed I was close to the block she’s on, elevator to the floor her loft is on
Drinking whiskey, she likes vodka strong

“After all these weeks you still cant resist me” She’d say as she opened the door , before grabbing my shirt and pulling me inside.

No I can’t stay here and hold her, tomorrow act like I don’t know her

Hey” She says as im pulling my pants back on , and I look back at her , trying to ignore the way her hair is spilling down her chest , covering her breast , yet she still covers them with a blanket. The way she looks freshly fucked and beautiful .

“Why don’t you stay for a bit?” She says , hope shining in her eyes , and my stomach drops.

For your feelings there’s no place, but you knew that from the start

“I thought we said no strings attached” I state , ignoring the way the flare of hope in her eyes died.

“There are no strings” She says quickly , moving her eyes from mine and I bite my tongue .

This cant happen

“Which means I leave , like always” I remind her , before getting up and walking out the door , not turning back.

You and I were made of glass, we’d never last

“Just drop it Y/N!” I growled , tying the laces on my shoes .

“No Justin , I cant do this anymore. It was fun at first but I cant take it , I cant take not being able to “ She started but I sprung up , pinning her against the wall.

“Get to what huh? What aren’t you able to do?” I spit , my fists clenching.

Y/N looked at me , her eyes filled with that one emotion we were supposed to keep hidden away , locked inside.

She’s hot and cold, hot and cold, homie I don’t know she’s hot and cold

Truly the bullshit has gotten old, superficial with a rotten soul

I held my breath as she raised her hand , caressing my cheek .

“I hate that I cant touch you like this”She whispers , and I close my eyes .

“I hate that I only see you three times a week , and all we do is have sex” She continues , and I push away from her.

“I know we had an agreement , but fuck it . I love you Justin” She says and I freeze.

“We cant Y/N” I say , squeezing my eyes shut.

“This wont work out” I continue ,before walking out the door .

 

Cause she’s a bitch, I’m selfish, want every girl, can’t help it

“Isnt that Y/N?” I hear someone say next to me , and my eyes dart to where theyre staring . And there she is .

Grinding on some fucking guy . I clench my jaw , fighting the jealousy that was rising . She meant nothing to me . She was just a quick fuck here and there.

As I watched her lock lips with the stranger , I couldn’t help myself.

Right now I know you felt it, I touched her then she melted

“What the hell are you doing?” I seethe as I pull her away from the guy , gripping her wrist , but shes too far gone .

“Im partying Justin! You should try it sometime” She slurs , continuing to move her body .

“Youre pissed drunk Y/N , let me take you home” I say , leading her to the exit but she fights back , making me stop in my tracks .

“Why so you can fuck me some more? That seems to be all you want to do Justin” She trys to sound angry , but her voice quivers .

“Y/N , let me take you home”  I repeat , but she pulls her hand away from mine .

“No Justin! I wanna dance” She says , before slipping into the crowd SgDMgVl����


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Part 2 maybe ?? 50 notes!

sillyseal  asked:

Dont stab my heart cuz its already in pieces :P i cant take anymore sad AU's

Huehuehue then don’t read my Aus x3 because uh, real talk? Yeah I’m placing a lot of emphasis on emotions for Painttale, and I’m going for a descriptive storytelling method in Frisk’s POV for Wishfell, which, while short, will aim to pull on your heartstrings :)

But since I’m start Wishfell first. It’s set in a Fell universe, and Frisk doesn’t get out of the underground very easily. They have to sacrifice a lot to give monsters another chance at living on the surface.

Thoughts when seeing bands in concert

Me: I’ve waited too long for this. It’s finally happening
Me: I can’t wait any longer… Where are they?
Me: take your fucking time why don’t you.
Me: DUDE I’VE ALREADY WAITED TOO LONG FOR THIS AND I HAVE TO WAIT EVEN MORE ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Me: THE LIGHTS HAVE GONE OUT SOMETHING’S FINALLY HAPPENING
Me: I SEE THEM I SEE THEM I SEE THEM
Me: right, they’re onstage
Me: wtf the kid in front of me has to be so tall?
Me: okay he moved out of the way it’s all good
Me: THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL
Me: they’re real, they’re real people
Me: they’re actually here in front of me. In real life.
Me: if I scream loud enough will they be able to hear me?
Me: OMF CAN THEY SEE ME?!
Me: damn you mum and dad giving me small genes
Me: I CAN’T SEE
Me: right if I sneak through I can get to the front
Me: YES I’M THROUGH
Me: they’re so much better up close
Me: HIS FACE EXPRESSION KIND OF CHANGED FOR A SECOND DOES THAT MEAN HE HEARD ME???
Me: DAMN THEY SOUND SO GOOD
Me: should I film this song?
Me: okay going to film. Must not jump up and down
Me: don’t sing while you’re filming or you won’t hear the band when you’re playing it back
Me: FUCK IT GUITAR SOLO IM JUMPING
Me: FUCK IT THIS IS MY FAVOURITE PART IM SINGING
Me: okay filming isn’t working just put the phone away
Me: I DONT KNOW THE WORDS TO THIS SONG THAT WELL BUT IF I SHOUT LOUD ENOUGH MAYBE NO ONE WILL NOTICE
Me: I’M SO SWEATY AND OUT OF BREATH RIGHT NOW BUT I DON’T CARE
Me: oh no, it’s time for the slow song
Me: THE EMOTIONS ARE TOO STRONG
Me: I’m not going to cry.
Me: I’m not crying
Me: I’M NOT GOING TO CRY GODDAMIT
Me: I CANT HELP IT OH FUCK IM CRYING
Me: okay, fast song again LETS FUCKING DO THIS BITCHES
Me: THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG
Me: wait… Where have they gone?
Me: THOSE FUCKERS HAVE NOT JUST LEFT
Me: there’ll be an encore right?
Me: there better be an encore
Me: they’re taking a while
Me: what if they’ve changed their mind and aren’t doing an encore anymore?
Me: WHERE ARE THEY?!
Me: YES THEY’RE BACK THEY’RE BACK
Me: FUCK YEAH I LOVE THIS SONG
Me: I DON’T WANT THIS TO END ITS ALMOST OVER NOOOO
Me: DON’T LEAVE ME!
Me: THEY’RE LEAVING
Me: THEY’RE GONE
Me: ITS OVER?!
Me: IT CAN’T BE OVER!
Me: it’s over
Me: okay when’s their next concert?

anonymous asked:

I need some advice. My parents have never been supportive of anything i do. They always want me to do what they want not what I feel comfortable doing. They always compare me to people they don't even care about my feelings, I have been dealing with really like weird sad emotions (I cant describe it) I don't know if its depression. They always tell me I'm ugly,worthless,fat etc. Bc of this I don't have any self esteem i always cry because of them. I can't take this anymore.

i have a “coping” tag that might be able to help with some of those emotions.

when it comes to them comparing you to other people, (if you haven’t already) telling them that you just don’t like it when they do that and it makes you feel more upset might be something to try. if that doesn’t work, i think just remembering that you are not those people and just trying to point out all of the ways that you’re different might make you feel better. 

having a group of friends you can talk to about the abuse will help get it off your chest a little bit which is surprisingly really different than just typing it out it almost feels like a weight has lifted right off of you. 

if you don’t have a friend to talk to, a teacher or school counselor is another avenue.

i think if i were you, i’d also just spend as much time out of the house as possible. join a school club, hang out with friends, do homework in the library, just don’t go home for as long as you can. this will help minimize all of the negativity you hear.

i hope this helped and i hope you’re able to cope with this a little better! if you have any more specific questions, feel free to ask them <3

anonymous asked:

Since you're taking prompts: after season finale - Jane is sitting in the interrogation room, her hands chained to the table. Some guy is trying to interrogation her. Then Patterson is saying "something is wrong with her" and Tasha and Reade are like "yeah? she was lying all the time?" and Patterson is saying "not that!" because Jane is pale and there is sweat on her forehead and she looks weak. Then Patterson is checking Jane and she see Jane is bleeding, not much but for the long time.

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for the prompt! I kinda changed it a bit. I hope you don’t mind, and I hope you enjoy this.

AN: the last time I took anything related to human biology, it was the twentieth century, and I hated the subject so much I slept through every class. Literally. So please suspend your disbelief for all the medical stuff in here and let’s pretend it makes sense, ok? Thank you!


We’re All Saints. We’re All Sinners. All Losers, Never Winners.

“And that’s it?” Dr. Borden said as Jane finally sat back.

“Yeah… I think that’s more than enough, don’t you?” she retired, cracking a small sad smile.

He returned the smile and nodded. “I agree, that is quite enough,” he said. “What do you want to do know?” he asked.

She stared at her cuffed wrists for a moment and then looked back at him. “I want to tell him everything, the whole truth,” she said confidently, “but just him. I want him to find it out from me. All of it.”

Assistant Director Weller walked heavily down the corridor to where Jane Doe was being held. Had it been up to him, he would have preferred to assign someone else to this, but she was willing to reveal everything, and only to him and he knew he had to put his personal feelings aside for the sake of the case.

She was lying on the bunk when the cell door opened, her back turned to him, her face turned towards the wall. He stood just inside the cell, arms crossed, gazing straight at his feet and said, “Come on, let’s go.”

He knew she couldn’t be asleep. It was 8am already, and if he knew Jane - well, he thought he did - she never slept in so late. But she didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. She made to attempt to acknowledge his presence. “Jane, get up. Let’s go!” he said more sternly, shifting slightly but still making no move towards her.

But still she made no move, didn’t turn, didn’t even seem to hear him. “That’s enough, Jane. I’m not playing games here. Get up!” he ordered.

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Time - Mark

This is a good scenario, I looked forward to writing it. I was going to try and have it up before Christmas and make it holiday themed, but unfortunately, I was really busy, so I decided to make it New Years themed. It’s bit long and the ending is cheesy, but I hope you enjoy it! I

Warnings: Curse words, mentions of fighting, started out really angst-y, but has a happy ending.

You knew you should have seen this coming. It was always like this, he wouldn’t be able to spend time with you, he’d have to go do something with the band or go to meetings, or he’d be too tired to go out. It was always like this, but you pretended to be okay with it.

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Super SUPER upset that Eliza got booed and that these freaking antis are so negative and full of themselves that they booed our wonderful beautiful actress for FREAKING TRYING TO ANSWER A FANS QUESTION. WHO ALSO HAS FEELINGS. IM SORRY, BUT LEXA IS DEAD, OKAY?? ALL YOUR NEGATIVE ENERGY AND RUDE, CRUEL, MEAN COMMENTS YOURE GIVING THE ACTRESSES AND THE ACTORS, OTHER FANDOM MEMBERS AND ANYBODY RELATED TO THE SHOW NEEDS TO STOP. IM SORRY YOUR FAV DIED. IM SORRY YOUR SHIP CANT HAPPEN. IM SORRY YOURE SO PETTY THAT YOU WANT TO SABOTAGE THE SHOW. THE SHOW THAT EMPLOYS PEOPLE. THESE ARE PEOPLES LIVES. ACTORS WHO HAVE PROBABLY DREAMED ABOUT BEING ACTORS FOR FOREVER ONLY TO LOOK AT THEIR REALITY AND HAVE HATE THROWN ON THEM LIKE A WET TOWEL. IF YOU DONT LIKE WHERE THE SHOW IS GOING, THEN TURN OFF YOUR TV. IF YOU ARE UPSET THAT YOUR FAV/SHIP DIED, THEN TURN OFF YOUR TV. IF IT IS CAUSING YOU EMOTIONAL ISSUES THAT YOU HAVE A HISTORY WITH OR IS BRINGING BACK BAD MEMORIES, THEN TURN OFF YOUR TV. IF YOU DONT AGREE WITH WHERE THE SHOW, THEN GUESS WHAT??? TURN OFF YOUR TV. JUST BECAUSE YOU CANT HAVE WHAT YOU WANT OR YOU DONT LIKE IT ANYMORE OR YOURE MAD AT IT, JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE UNHAPPY WITH THE 100, IT DOES NOT. I REPEAT. DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TRY TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM OTHERS. DONT TAKE THE JOBS, DONT TAKE THE DREAMS, DONT TAKE MY THURSDAY NIGHTS, PROBABLY THE ONLY THING THAT GETS ME THROUGH THE WEEK. DO NOT. THE FACT THAT THIS IS AN ISSUE, THAT YALL ARE SO F*CKING BLIND AND I DONT EVEN KNOW A WORD, BUT THE FACT THAT WE HAVE TO EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE THIS. THAT ELIZA IS SCARED TO TALK ABOUT A COWORKER. THAT ANTIS HAVE TURNED THIS FANDOM INTO AN UNHAPPY PLACE WITH UNHAPPY/SCARED CAST MEMBERS. WITH SHIPPERS WHO ARE ANGRY ALL THE TIME. THE FACT THAT I CANT LOG ON TO MY TUMBLR WITHOUT SEEING SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT SOMEBODY INVOLVED WITH THIS TV SHOW, WHETHER IT BE ACTORS OR FANBASES OR WRITERS OR WHOEVER, It’s just absolutely disgusting. Just remember, they maybe on a screen, but they’re people. WE may be behind a screen, but we’re people. Trying so hard to crush what this show made. Becoming petty and rude over fake characters on a fictional tv show?? Its just, hurting REAL people over a FAKE situation and a FAKE show, its just absolutely absurd. I’m sure if aliens came down and saw this they would 1) Think we’re crazy and absolute idiots and 2) wipe us out cause we are crazy and insane for doing this kind of stuff.  So all you antis, GET YOUR NEGATIVE HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES, THEY ARE NOT HATS.