my give a damn's busted


Jo Dee Messina - “My give a damn’s busted”

“Well you filled up my head with so many lies, twisted my heart ‘til somethin’ snapped inside. I’d like to give it one more try, but my give a damn’s busted. Now you can..crawl back home..and say you were wrong, stand out in the yard & cry all night long..go ahead and water the give a damn’s busted.

Well- I really wanna care, I wanna feel somethin’. Let me dig a little deeper, nope. Sorry, nothin’.”


“Pray You Catch Me”….Pt. 5

Tonight is the opening party for Leah’s second shop, “Haute Couture Studios.” She worked her ass off to get to this point in her career and I couldn’t be any more proud. Originally, this place was supposed to be a small branch off from her main boutique where she could style her top clients in private. Well shit, as she started building, that boss nature of hers took over and she turned this place into the main focus of her brand. She poured her heart, soul, and pockets, ha, into this venture, hooking it the fuck up. When she told me she wanted to make it better than her first spot, I asked her how much she needed and was prepared to double it. Shit, she’s my world and I will give anything to make sure she’s happy. I started to make a call to my bank, but she stopped me, saying that it wasn’t necessary and that this was something she needed to do alone. I gottta admit, I was feelin a little swole when she shut me down, but after thinking about it, I respected her even more for her decision. She wanted to make sure that this place represented everything she worked hard for, including using only money that she earned. Shit, it definitely paid off. Her studio is dope and is already booked for the next few months. Tonight’s event is probably the largest one she’s ever thrown. From the sponsors, red carpet, and amount of celebrities in this place, my baby really outdid herself. She looks amazing too, stunning from head to toe. I guess you could say I’m in awe of her right now and I made damn sure she knew it. I couldn’t keep my hands off her or stop smiling whenever someone asked me about my feelings towards her endeavors. I was in a great mood, flirting with her and being around friends, until my aunt arrived with my uncle. Even though Leah invited them, I in no way expected him to show his face, waltzing in here like he ain’t a dog. This mothafucka is still stalling, refusing to tell my aunt about the baby. Cay is due in a few weeks and I get the feeling that he’s going to hide everything as long as he can. As the night went on, he continued to act as if he’d done nothing wrong..flirting and gripping her waist the entire time. That shit made me sick. Unable to take anymore of his bullshit, I told him I needed to holla at him. I knew this probably wasn’t the right time, but I’ve had enough. We went downstairs, away from everybody including any bloggers or reporters that could overhear what I had to say. My uncle knew what was up, and met me with the same hostility I had towards him.

“So what the fuck you wanna talk about Moses? Last time I checked, you said you ain’t got shit to say to me.” 

“If it wasn’t for your ass comin up in here, parading Moms around like everything’s all good, it would’ve stayed that way. When the fuck are you gonna quit playin games and tell her??”

“Here we go with this shit again. Number one, she’s my wife…I’m not parading her around, she asked me to come with her and I did. Number two, you gettin way out of line questioning me like this. I think you’re forgetting that I, am your father and you, are my sonWhat I choose to tell your mother is my, business. I’m going to take care of it when I feel it’s the right time. You need to mind yours.”   

“Mind mines?? Really?? Humph, ok…” I said, heated as hell, nodding my head. “Your the one who brought me into this, convincing me to keep up your lie, knowing I would do it to only protect her. You think Imma stop because you’re telling me too?? I’m only giving you the chance to tell her as a courtesy, because you are my father. But shit, it’s lookin like you ain’t never gonna tell her, so I’m gonna have to. You’re takin this L you’re so scared of having.” 

“Fuck you say to me boy?? L?? You talkin real crazy right now…Please don’t make me have to check yo ass at your girlfriend’s event.” He threatened, as he moved closer to me.  

A few scenarios flashed across my mind, as I tried to figure out how I was gonna handle this. He’s pissed at himself and wants to take it out on me. To be honest, I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to hook off on this mothafucka. I inched closer, ready to fight, but eventually came to my senses. Even though he deserves it, this ain’t the time or the place. Besides, even though I’m pissed at him, he’s still my Pops and I really don’t want this to come to blows.

“Man, just back up. Nobody is tryin to fight you.” 

Just as I said that, Blake came downstairs. He saw that my uncle wasn’t letting shit go, so he decided to intervene. 

"Come on Mason, whatever’s goin on, it ain’t that deep for this. Like Mo said, he ain’t tryin to fight you.” He said, attempting to push my uncle back. “Damn man, I leave the picture for one quick second, trying to adjust to this married life, and y’all at each other’s throats.” 

“You mean married demands?….” My uncle said, laughing, trying to play shit off to Blake. 

“Ha, somethin like that, you know your daughter. But yeah, y’all need to get it together, the three of us used to be tight and I need all the support from family I can get with the baby comin and shit.” 

“Damn, I forgot about that…A father and a grandfather?” I said, staring at my uncle as he narrowed his eyes.  

“Yup…Imma be a dad and this old man is gonna be a grandad” Blake said, laughing, unaware that I was taking a stab at my uncle. “Once you and Leah join the club, shit will be complete. The two of us clueless as shit, taking tips from this dude with his five kids, ha.”

“Yeah, Yeah…Whateva” *laughing* “But umm, let me grab Vivian so we can get out of here.” He said, dabbing Blake up. “I feel like it’s about that time….”   

When he came back downstairs with my aunt, I made sure to give her a hug and saw them out along with Blake. Trying to “show” me that my words meant nothing, my uncle decided to hug and kiss her while they waited for their driver. I grew angry but kept my cool. Since this coward ass mothafucka wants to keep her in the dark about his baby, I’m going to make damn sure she knows very soon.

Later on that night……   

“Sooo….Are you…gonna…tell me what happened…between you…and your uncle…tonight?” Leah asked, as I ignore her question, continuing to kiss her and move my hand up her thigh. 

“Damn woman, you came prepared this time….No thong and snaps on this dress for easy access? If I didn’t have your gift waiting downstairs, I’d fuck you right here.” 

“Mmmmm…” She moaned, biting her lip. “Nice try, though…”

“Whachu mean?…” I asked, gettin at her neck.

“Shit….Even though this feels good…as…fuck….You need to answer my question.”

“Can’t that wait, until…”

“Nope…” She said, cutting me off, pullin on my beard. “I thought we had an agreement.”

“Aight fine. He was kinda pissin me off, being all over my aunt and what not, when he’s still keepin the baby a secret. I couldn’t take that fake ass shit anymore, so I let him know. He got mad, even wanted to fight me, but I wasn’t gonna let that happen here. Blake got him to chill out too and after that he grabbed my aunt and left. I thought I kept it under wraps though…Shit. Do you think anybody else noticed?” I asked, praying that no one actually did. 

“Nah….I only noticed you left to confront him because I know the situation. Honestly, I’m glad you did. He lost his damn mind thinking its okay to do this shit to her.”

“Yup. It’s okay though, this game he’s playin is gonna end real soon. But that’s enough about his drama…This is your night.” I said, kissing her arm. “Let’s go downstairs to what’s supposed to be your office, ha. I still have to give you your gift.”   

After she damn near busted my eardrums being overly excited for her gifts, I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed on her shoulder while she looked over them.

“Bae, do you know how long I’ve been trying to get these bags?? Like, seriously…I’ve been on a waiting list for months.”

“I know, that’s why I had to come through for you.”

“Ughh, you make me sick…” She said cheesin hard as hell. “Now I can’t comment on the fact that you lugged a freakin mattress in here.” 

“Whatchu talkin about?” *laughing* “That’s part part of your gift…Shit, the best one too. I like to think that I had something to do with the success of your boutique, fuckin your brains out after that opening night. I’m just tryin to give you all the blessings you need for this one…So take your pick. We can start on this desk or that mattress.” 

“You are somethin else…” She said, jokingly punching my arm. “You were good with the bags, but you lost your mind with this mattress.” 

“And what about the car??”

“Wait, I thought those were your keys?”

“My keys? Since when did I have a Maserati?” I asked, picking them up from her desk.

“Ahhh!!…You got me the car I wanted too!!??”

“Yup…Same four-seater. I also picked a Range for me, since I don’t have a family car either. Gotta get prepared right?”

"So extra…” She said, smiling and shaking her head. “I honestly wasn’t sure if you wanted to push the IVF cycle back or not with everything going on with your family.”   

"Listen, that drama is not going to stop anything we’re doing for us. Regardless of what happens, we gotta continue with our plans. So that means in two months, we start the next chapter.” I said, as I pulled her in for a kiss. “Now back to what I said earlier…Pick one…The desk or the mattress…”

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The secret [to success] is… are you capable of understanding what went wrong and why it went wrong. That’s the real key.
—  Some drunk asshole youtuber called Markiplier

and when i look at you, the stars glow in my eyes. it’s strange, because my eyes have never held anything so warm and bright before without being burned.

Kiss My Lips You Fool

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: Here’s that thing I posted about earlier that I might post. Is this how this works? I dunno, I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing. But, after a hard week, I sat down to write (which I actually do a lot of, I just don’t ever share anything with anyone besides my sister) and this came out. And since my give a damn is totally busted, I decided to actually post it. Some of what the reader goes through is based in actual events that happened. Feedback? PLEASE! There is more, but we’ll see what the response is to this… 

Warnings: Fluff. Language. Light smut. Reader having a really awful day and having a break down. 

Word Count: 4,147

Tags: @sometimes-iwritee @unadulteratedstorycollector @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit   Thank you for your encouragement to post this. I might not have done it otherwise. 

And my sis, she’d kill me if I didn’t tag her. @marenbrowwn

Wrestling with grocery bags while trying to keep the phone to your ear and grab your keys was proving to be quite the feat.

“So, there’s nothing you can do for me?” You questioned.

“I’m really sorry, the hold on your account will remain until this is taken care of,” the man on the other end of the line told you.

“But it was fraud!” You exclaimed as you finally got your key in the lock.

“Then you’ll need to file a claim with our fraud department. I can transfer you there now.”

Before you could say anything the line clicked and the worst hold music you’d ever heard began playing. Sighing, you locked your apartment door and took the grocery bags to the kitchen. Looking at the three small bags, you were grateful that you had a grandmother that constantly worried about you and would send you cash. It came at the perfect time, too.

“First National Bank Fraud Department, this is Mikayla, how can I help you this afternoon?” A too cheery voice said over the line.

“Yes, hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I need to report some fraud on my account,” you sighed wearily.

“I can certainly help you with that!” Man her voice was going to send you over the edge.

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Sort Out Your Priorities

a little fic for @thekingslover, with all my love. Dean and Cas both have equal claims to use the ‘Priority Seating’ on a train, and neither of them are prepared to back down and let the other use the seat.

The London Underground was hot as an armpit, and Dean was still wearing his coat. He considered trying to shrug it off as he made his way down the stairs to his platform, but decided it wouldn’t be worth the hassle. He only had to ride the train for one stop, and then he’d be heading back outside; he’d be at the mercy once more of this new city’s inquisitive, biting winds – and its ice-slicked sidewalks. Dean had already fallen prey to their twin efforts once; now, he limped down the steps carefully, resting the majority of his weight on a single crutch to save his busted knee the strain. It still hurt. Part of him wished he’d never come here, never decided to study in England. It wasn’t as though there weren’t Engineering courses in the States.

It set his teeth on edge just to stand, let alone to jolt his way down several flights of stairs. His crutch slipped under his sweaty hand, almost sending him sprawling down the last few steps; he ruefully smacked the end of the thing against a wall as he arrived on the platform, glancing up at the board to read when the next train would be arriving. Two minutes. That wasn’t too bad; he’d last. And he’d be able to sit down on the train.

He kept his mind off the constant ache and twinge in his knee by covertly observing the other people around him. There were quite a few of them, and more kept pouring down the stairs, shedding coats and peeling off hats and gloves. Nearest Dean, there was an old couple with matching fluffy white haircuts, a woman in a business suit, another in a leather jacket and a beanie. And on his other side, there was a middle-aged man with a briefcase, a teenage boy with headphones in, and –


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The signs as Country songs
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> "Gunpowder and Lead" - Miranda Lambert<p/><b>Taurus:</b> "Friends In Low Places" - Garth Brooks<p/><b>Gemini:</b> "She's Country" - Jason Aldean<p/><b>Cancer:</b> "Before He Cheats" - Carrie Underwood<p/><b>Leo:</b> "Cruise" - Florida Georgia Line<p/><b>Virgo:</b> "Man! I Feel Like A Woman" - Shania Twain<p/><b>Libra:</b> "I Love You This Big" - Scotty McCreery<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> "My Give A Damn's Busted" - Jo Dee Messina<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> "Independence Day" - Martina McBride<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> "I Love This Bar" - Toby Keith<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> "Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy" - Big & Rich<p/><b>Pisces:</b> "One Way Ticket (Because I Can)" - Leann Rimes

anonymous asked:

to that last anon: the fact that he said 'her' when talking about sex does not equate straight omg. First, as neven-ebrez points out BISEXUALITY MEANS HE'S ATTRACTED TO WOMEN, TOO. Secondly, we know for a fact he's had sex with women before, and it's more than likely that he never had any kind of experience with a man. He's not out to anyone, he's barely (if at all) out to himself, why wouldn't he say 'her' when talking about sex? (Although I did her 'a', aswell tbh...)

I’m done thinking about whether it was “a” or “her”.  Sorry but, I just ran out of fucks to give. *laughs*  Bisexuality erasure is frustrating isn’t it anon?  But yeah, I agree with you.  I don’t think Dean has experience with a man either.  I think he has thought about sexual stuff with guys in passing, but has, as they say, zero street cred (as much as I like to read meta that suggests he has had to sell himself)…  This is gonna be the last message I post about the great dialogue debate btw followers.  Just letting you know!


Jo Dee Messina - My give a damn’s busted


Jo Dee Messina - My give a damn’s busted