never mind your shit

i love you, i hate you rp meme
  • “feeling used, but i’m still missing you”
  • “just wanna feel your kiss against my lips”
  • "i can’t see the end of this”
  • “it hurts me every time i see you”
  • "all this time is passing by, and i still can’t seem to tell you why”
  • “i hate you”
  • “i love you”
  • “i hate that i love you”
  • “i realise how much i need you”
  • "you want her, you need her”
  • “i don’t want to, but i can’t put nobody else above you.”
  • “and i will never be her.”
  • “i miss you when i can’t sleep.”
  • “i still got sands in my sweater from nights we don’t remember.”
  • “fucked around and got attached to you.”
  • “do you miss me like i miss you?”
  • “you wouldn’t like that shit.”
  • "friends can break your heart too.”
  • “i’m always tired, but never of you.”
  • “i got these feelings but you never mind that shit.”
  • “you’re still in love with me, but your friends don’t know.”
  • “i don’t mean no harm.”
  • “you ever wonder what we could’ve been?”
  • “if you wanted me, you would just say so.”
  • “you say you wouldn’t and you fucking did.”
  • “lie to me.”
  • “lie with me.”
  • “if i were you i would never let me go,”
  • “now all my drinks and my feelings are all fucking mixed.”
  • “i know that i control my thoughts”
  • “always missing people that i shouldn’t be missing.”
  • “i guess this is moving on.”
  • “i should stop reminiscing.”
  • “i learned from my dad it’s good to have feelings.”
  • “sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance”
  • “everyone i do right does me wrong”
  • “all alone, i watch you watch her”
  • “you don’t care, you never did”
  • “she’s the only girl you ever see”
  • “how is it you never notice that you are slowly killing me?”
  • “you don’t give a damn about me”

*feel free to change the words to fit your muse!

I adore how people are just so salty about the nick tmnt. It’s getting to the point to where it’s funny. Like the kind that’s stupid. That kinda funny. Like god forbid people actually enjoy the damn cartoon for once. Shit.

by Timothy Zahn


They’re in the middle of the Separatist base and Obi-Wan’s about to go sneaking along to rescue their droid, because this requires skill and stealth.  “No, I’ll go,” Anakin offers and takes off.



But you know it’s real love when Obi-Wan doesn’t give him shit about it, doesn’t think anything about it except, well, nothing for it, they just gotta face it then. That’s when you know you are part of a Team, when your partner is absolute shit at something and it never crosses your mind to do anything but jump right in and help him out.  #so married

The thing about safe vore

I know some people have already abandoned this post solely based on one of the words in the title. Some left because of the word “vore”. Others left because of the word “safe”.

Let me just say, I’m vore fluff garbage and in not much of a stance to judge people who keep to themselves and their own circles- What this post is about is the ones who refuse to keep it in. The ones who drag death into everything. Those who trod all over the people like me who are repulsed by such death.

What they fail to realize is that this is some people’s safe place. Their happy place. I, personally, comfort myself to sleep by imagining safe vore. It’s where I escape to in my head when the world around me is bearing down and crushing me under pressure. I share this, and much more, with many fans of safe vore.

People who like fatal, if they know what they’re doing, will try to respect the boundaries of more sensitive people. If they don’t, they’ll do all they can to force their views in others’ faces, leaving only themselves happy in the end. They’ll take beautiful work and dribble blood (or worse) all over it. They steal people’s personal pictures of themselves and add gross captions, then post it up as art.

People like this are slowly driving good people out of the vore community. I’ve seen it happen several times over, and it’s making me sick. What exactly are you accomplishing by turning someone’s safe place into their worst nightmare? What are you gaining by forcing them out? Do you think there’ll be more art there just for you after they drop it?

This all will either reach only the people on my side of the argument, or the ones I’ve adressed will look, laugh, and keep doing what they’re doing, but now with more pride than before… But I had to say this. The people who I said were being driven out don’t know me, and I don’t know them, but when they leave the community, I feel like I’m losing a friend. I’m beginning to feel like a wolf walking among fur trappers trying to find my pack, and only finding their pelts. The thing that, not long ago, stopped me from feeling so alone is now making me feel more isolated than ever.

So, seriously. Stop your shit and learn some manners, guys. You’re hurting people far more than you may think you are when you toss death into their happy place.

Cherry Pt. I

Originally posted by hobihotline

ANONYMOUS Requested:

can you make a doctor!jimin where he’s like the best doctor and reader hates him bc reader was aiming to be the highest one and jimin was always being a jerk. angst but then fluff at the end. then they were partnered up to go to some business place. and he keeps getting attention and reader get jealous. you can choose what happens after. thank youuuuuuu so muchchhc. (lol was i too descriptive) ❤️❤️

Genre: Doctor!Jimin, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 851

A/N: It’s gonna get angstier I promise. 

Your name: submit What is this?

Ever since you were a kid, you wanted to become a doctor. Not just a doctor, though, you wanted to be the best; and no one was going to get in the way of your dream. That was until you got into med school, that’s where you met Park Jimin.

Now, Jimin wasn’t exactly the most charming guy. He was a cocky, self centered asshole who didn’t know that there were people outside of himself. Yet, everyone loved him; you didn’t share the affection for him. He was in the way of the life you deserved. He was always top of the class. What made you the most angry is that you definitely worked twice as hard as he did, yet he’s the one who was revered as genius. This didn’t deter you, however, because you knew that you’d be way more successful once you graduated. You were almost right, almost.

Once you did finally graduate, only one step behind Jimin, you thought you were free. And you were, briefly. You landed a job at the best hospital in the nation, something many wanted, but not many achieved. This was it, you were finally number one, you were finally more successful than him.


On your second week on the job, you noticed someone new arrive. At first you were confused, ‘A new hire? Here?’ Then you thought you were having a nightmare, this had to be a bad dream. He couldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be here. Oh, but he was. In a sick twist of fate, Park Jimin was the new hire; and to top it all off he was working in your wing. You decided it was best to avoid him at all costs, which wasn’t hard; as you mostly kept to yourself. It didn’t matter that he was here, now you were ahead, you could prove that you were better than him. School is one thing, to put it into practice was another, and you hoped all those extra hours you’d been putting I started paying off. His stupid reputation followed him everywhere he went. He wasn’t the best, if you were completely honest, but for some fucking reason everyone praised him as he had just done a miracle. You watched him work a few times during his first week and you could tell that he was nervous. He almost made fatal mistakes while working E.R. You couldn’t help but wonder when he’d get fired.

All was well the first weeks, you didn’t run into him, and you almost didn’t even see him. To be honest you were forgetting he even existed. That was until your schedules started synching up, suddenly, his breaks were at the same time as yours. His check in and check out were at the same time as yours, you began seeing him more and more often. If you didn’t hate him before you definitely hated him now. On the day he noticed that your schedules were the same he had the nerve to ask, “Hey! Are you new here?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his stupid question. Who the fuck did he think he was? Your only retort was, “I’ve been working here longer than you.” You were sure that, that simple remark would have ended the conversation but he persisted.

-“Wow for real? How come I never see you around?”-

-“Because I’m fucking busy.”-

And that was one of many interactions like it.

Eventually, Jimin just clung to you like a tick. You stopped caring, but your hostility never ceased, and he didn’t mind getting treated like shit. You came to realize that he spent most of his shift trying to chat up nurses and patients alike, and apparently they all fell like flies. He was very careful about it, though, he left some time in between affairs, and the poor girls were none the wiser. What amazed you the most is how he had time for any of it, you barely had time to get some decent sleep. Then, the unthinkable happened. He began actually considering you a friend, and although you didn’t have many friends you didn’t need to stoop as low as Jimin. He wasn’t worth anyone’s time, let alone yours. You weren’t really sure if he even had friends, however he insisted that he did and you had no other choice than to believe him.

After a few weeks, he would occasionally invite you out for drinks with his friends; you said no every time, but he continued asking regardless. One day, you decided to try your luck and said yes, to which Jimin’s response was between shock and confusion. He must’ve thought that you were playing with him.

-“Wh- Really? Are you serious?” He choked out. You just nodded and asked,

“Just tell me where we’re meeting and I’ll be there.” His face lit up, he offered to pick you up and- surprisingly- you agreed.

You agreed that he’d pick you up at 8:00 on Friday, and that he’d have you home not too late. This was the start of  a new adventure.

anonymous asked:

I'm a guy and I wear loads of colorful makeup. Never mind the ignorant shits, everyone on your blog is super cute and look exactly how they WANT to look like. Gender roles can go fuck themselves. 😊

Ah!!! Do whatever makes you feel comfortable! And I honestly admire you SO much for challenging gender stereotypes!! Thank you for ur nice message I love ya!

Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 59

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Bowling

After school, Lucy and Levy made their way to their group of friends, gathered in the normal meeting spot. The plan was to hang out today since it was Friday, but the last time Lucy checked, no one knew what they wanted to do. A few ideas were tossed around, but nothing had been decided.

“Hey!” Erza called out when she saw the two girls approaching. Jellal and Gajeel were present, but Gray, Juvia, and Natsu were missing.

“Hey Erza!” Lucy smiled at the redhead before looking around. “Any idea where the others are?”

Shaking her head, Erza sighed. “No, but they better hurry. I want to get to the alley before all the good balls are taken.”

Lucy blinked, confused for a few reasons. “Umm, what?”

“Didn’t you get my message?”

Lucy took out her phone, seeing she had a few texts. “I haven’t checked my phone since lunch. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Erza said, lowering her head as if she was disappointed. “I’m to blame. I shouldn’t have texted you during class, but I couldn’t help it.”

“What’s up?” Juvia asked, joining the group.

“Erza texted during class,” Jellal snickered, causing a soft blush to coat Erza’s cheeks.

“It won’t happen again!” she assured, but no one minded.

While Erza continued to berate herself, Lucy checked her messages. She read them out of order so she could figure out what Erza was talking about first.

Erza: We should go bowling! Cana said Quatro Cerberus is doing a promotion for glow bowl tonight! Half price! What do you think?

Erza: Lucy, you and Levy are the only ones who haven’t responded yet. Do you want to go?

Erza: Lucy?

Erza: I will page you over the loud speaker if I have to!

Lucy giggled at the string of messages, casting Erza a glance before saying, “I don’t mind bowling.”

While Erza smiled and asked Levy what she thought, Lucy returned to her messages.

Natsu: Do you want to hang out tomorrow? We could catch a movie?

Natsu: Wait, shit. I forgot your doing that sleepover. Never mind. I’ll ask Gray if he wants to hang out.

Natsu: Or maybe I’ll crash your party. Wouldn’t that be fun? :P

Natsu: JK… Or am I?

Natsu’s messages brought a smile to her face. She guessed he had an easier time texting her than talking to her in person.

Before she could form a reply, she heard the sound of her boyfriend’s voice behind her, causing her smile to grow. Turning around, she went to greet him, only to blanch when she saw his face. “What happened?!”

Natsu, who was walking with Gray, stopped. “Huh?”

“She’s talking about your face,” Gray said, tapping his own cheek as a reference.

“Oh,” Natsu laughed. “I got in a fight.”

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Words have the power to change the world. Someday I want to be a person to make a change. To speak my mind and fight for the truth that no one dares fight for. To be invigorated by the injustices of this world, and let that be my guide. I want to be a difference in this shit hole of a world. But as for now, there will be a time for me to use my words, there will be a place. I’m just going to have to wait for the right something to come along.
“Until It’s Gone” (Pt. 5)

Hey!! Hope you guys like this next chapter! I’m kind of just allowing this story to do what it wants. :)

One year.

It had been one whole year since you’d left Asgard. Since you’d left Loki.

On Earth, it was apparently a custom to celebrate the new coming year with exploding lights and drinks that tasted rather like the spirits on Asgard… only somehow better. Men and women danced to strange music while dressed in what you presumed passed for “formal” attire… on Asgard these women’s dresses would, you believed, shock even the most promiscuous of your people. Aside from the strangeness of some of their celebratory customs… you couldn’t help but feel delight in celebrating the romanticized idea of the past year falling into history, as the new one provided a blank canvas for every Midgardian, and evidently Asgardian, on which to start their new lives.

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Request: !!! Can I request a Jimin fluff? Um, hm, if you need a sentence: “stop playing with fire.” (i just came up with it off the top of my head LOL). Anyways, have a great day! You can skip this request if you’re getting swamped, haha.

REMEMBER WHEN WE TALKED ABOUT HOW I DON’T HAVE ANY INSPIRATION FOR JIMIN? WELL IT HAS HIT ME. but i hope you’re not too disappointed w the scenario lmao it sucks. actually i hardly have any request besides yours lmfao. @optosomnio// @nierchi   

Originally posted by shimseulran

Park Jimin. 1.4k words. angel demon!au. fluff.

{n.} An irresistible impulse to set things alight.

There’s totally no problem with having a crush, except that yours happens to be an angel that’s all about getting in the way of your misadventures.

Jimin dives forward, only barely able to swat the fireball away by a few seconds before it hits the oblivious brunette that’s calling out a customer’s name to get the drink they ordered. The fireball goes tumbling onto the floor but before it sets the entire ground alight, he snaps his fingers and a gust of wind stirs around the shop out of nowhere and puts the fire out.

“Aw shucks. I almost got him.” You pout in dismay, dangling your legs off the table you’re sitting on.

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Signs as Music Lyrics

Aries: “You can look all over but, no, you’ll never find hot shit like mine. It’ll blow your mind” (Kid Cudi // Dat New New)

Taurus: “Lean on me when you’re not strong and I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.” (Bill Withers // Lean on Me)

Gemini: “Tell me if you have a toothbrush, if you don’t mind sharin’. She said I wanna take off all you’re wearin’” (Ed Sheeran // One Night)

Cancer: “But they all didn’t see the little bit of sadness in me” (Kid Cudi // Soundtrack To My Life)

Leo: “You said you’d be there for me. In times of trouble when I need you when I’m down” (Nneka // Heartbeat)

Virgo: “You’re cool, you’re cool, fuck you. And to the bitch that-oh yeah, fuck you too.” (Kid Cudi // Save My Soul)

Libra: “Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz? My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.” (Janis Joplin // Mercedes Benz)

Scorpio: “All I wanna do is get high by the beach, get high by the beach, get high by the beach.” (Lana Del Rey // High By The Beach)

Sagittarius: “I’m on the pursuit of happiness and i know everything that shines aint always gonna be gold” (Kid Cudi // Pursuit of Happiness)

Capricorn: “I cried tears you’ll never see. So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.” (Fall Out Boy // Save Rock And Roll) 

Aquarius: “Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin. Might go to hell and there ain’t no stopping” (The Neighbourhood // RIP To My Youth)

Pisces: “I am happy, thats just the saddest lie.” (Kid Cudi // Soundtrack To My Life)

Jaime Lannister: There are no men like me. There’s only me.

Ten seconds later…

Jaime Lannister: Brandon was different from his brother, wasn’t he? He had blood in his veins instead of cold water. More like me.

I Hate U, I Love U sentence starters
  • "Feeling used, but I'm still missing you."
  • "It hurts me every time I see you."
  • "I hate that I love you."
  • "I can't put nobody else above you."
  • "You want her, you need her and I'll never be her."
  • "I miss you when I can't sleep, or right after coffee, or right when I can't eat."
  • "I miss you in my front seat."
  • "Still got sand in my sweaters from nights we don't remember."
  • "Do you miss me like I miss you?"
  • "Fucked around and got attached to you."
  • "Friends can break your heart too."
  • "I'm always tired but never of you."
  • "If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn't like that shit."
  • "I type a text but then I nevermind that shit."
  • "I got these feelings but you never mind that shit
  • "You're still in love with me but your friends don't know."
  • "If you wanted me you would just say so."
  • "And if I were you, I would never let me go."
  • "I don't mean no harm, I just miss you on my arm."
  • "Wedding bells were just alarms."
  • "Caution tape around my heart."
  • "You ever wonder what we could have been?"
  • "You said you wouldn't and you fucking did."
  • "Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix."
  • "Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed."
  • "Always missing people that I shouldn't be missing."
  • "Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance."
  • "I should stop reminiscing."
  • "I learned from my dad that it's good to have feelings."
  • "When love and trust are gone, I guess this is moving on."
  • "Everyone I do right does me wrong."
  • "I watch you watch her, like she's the only girl you've ever seen."
  • "You don't care, you never did."
  • "You don't give a damn about me."
  • "How is it you never notice that you are slowly killing me?"

anonymous asked:

Heyyy can you maybe do a ff where you and calvin are at a house party and you get really drunk and a random creepy guy tries to touch you and weird stuff and Calvin protects you?? That would be awesome 🐍🐍🐍🐍

Thanks for the request! :p

You looped your arm through Calvin’s as he pulled you through the crowded house to the kitchen, where a circle of familiar people stood talking and laughing, red cups full of alcohol in their hands.

You smiled and greeted each other, happy to see your friends after what had felt like too long. You were immediately handed a red cup of your own and sipped happily away at it as you caught up with everyone, Calvin by your side.
The house was completely full of jostling, dancing people and the smell of alcohol permeated the stench of sweat; a disgusting mix that prompted you to crack the rear door of the house open, allowing fresh, crisp air to enter the kitchen where you stood.

After a while you forgot about the smell as Calvin handed you yet another cup full of liquid and you began to feel giggly.

Before long you were drunk. Very drunk. But you didn’t mind; you knew Calvin would take care of you.
You kept glancing up at his face, his features illuminated by the dim lights spread throughout the room.
You wondered why people didn’t just turn a damn light on, but it wasn’t your place to do so. Your thoughts were interrupted by Calvin’s furrowed brows and almost pissed off expression.

You brought your hand up to his cheek and his eyes locked onto yours, his expression softening all at once.
‘What’s up, baby?’ You asked, trying to make your voice heard over the music that vibrated the floor.
‘Nothing,’ he replied and you just looked at him, unblinking, not saying a word. After a moment he filled the gap in conversation by giving you the explanation you wanted, ‘that guy has been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes straight’. He nodded to the front of the kitchen and you turned and glanced at who he was talking about. The stranger’s eyes bored into yours immediately and an unsettling feeling manifested itself in your gut, making you gulp.
You made a dismissive noise and kissed Calvin’s lips before assuring him that the guy probably wasn’t looking at you and he should relax.
He just shrugged and wrapped an arm securely around your waist, trying to bring his attention back to the conversation that your friends were having; but that pissed off expression remained on his face.

You stayed close to his side as you continued to laugh with your friends and you felt the tension slowly leave his body as he began to relax too.

The night wore on and laughter echoed around the room as drink after drink was poured. You were having a great time, and you didn’t really want it to end.
Your friend had just got a new job and had moved up north. Although you missed her, she seemed really happy and you were excited for her. You were so glad to be able to catch up with her and you talked for a while before she grabbed your arm and asked if you would go to the bathroom with her.

You had been here for hours now but the crowd hadn’t thinned at all and you had to elbow your way through to get to the stairs.
As you made your way up to the bathroom on the second floor you tripped on the stairs and grasped the handrail desperately to keep you upright. It didn’t help that you were drunk, and the world spun for a worrying moment until you regained your composure and looked up, only to have lost sight of your friend completely.
‘Oh for fuck’s sake-’ you muttered as you deliberated just going back to the group, but you didn’t want to leave her alone.

You trudged up the last of the stairs, stepping over several unconscious bodies, avoiding suspicious puddles of liquid as you went.

You knocked on the door and heard your friend’s slurred voice call from inside. You let her know you’d wait for her outside and leaned against the wall, marvelling at the sheer amount of people on the landing, filtering in and out of rooms.

A few minutes had gone by and a dim spark of recognition flitted across your mind as your eyes landed on someone making their way up the stairs towards you.
You frowned, and it dawned on you.
The guy who Calvin had pointed out to you earlier.
That uneasy feeling cropped up again and you did your best to push it aside and ignore it as you knocked on the bathroom door again, harder this time.
‘Two minutes!’ Your friend yelled and you sighed.
Your heart began to thump in your chest as you heard someone getting closer and closer to you. You turned your head hesitantly and he was standing in front of you, his body worryingly close to yours.
His eyes were unfocused, his pupils like pinpricks despite the dim lighting and he reeked of alcohol; as if it was secreting from his pores as a substitute for perspiration.

His gaze was unwavering as his eyes looked into yours and he rested a hand on the wall behind you, blocking you in.

‘Never seen you before,’ he slurred, and you did your best not to wrinkle your nose in disgust at the close proximity of his body to yours.
His hand was suddenly on your waist and you pushed him away; firmly, but without violence, letting him know that you weren’t interested.

‘I have a boyfriend,’ you said, your strong tone not reflecting how shaken up you felt inside. Maybe it was the alcohol.
His eyes flashed with rage that passed in a second and he stepped towards you again, his tall frame looming over yours as his body pressed up against you. Your hands shoved his chest, trying to push him away but he was like a brick wall in front of you and you couldn’t move.
You involuntarily whimpered as claustrophobia set in and his stench enveloped your senses that had already been affected by the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed.

Surely someone would notice, you thought. Surely someone would become aware of this creepy guy’s weird behaviour; but no one on the landing seemed to be able to take care of themselves, never mind give two shits about anyone else.

His hand was on your thigh and you audibly yelped and pushed at his chest again, adrenaline leading you strength.
You forced him to take a step back, allowing you a chance to escape but before you could a hand landed on the guy’s shoulder and he turned to Calvin, who had a face like thunder.

'What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ He demanded, his tone almost silencing everyone on the crowded landing.
You were short of breath and you had never felt so relieved to see Calvin in your life, but you knew you’d have to intervene before the situation escalated.
His eyes were alive with pure hatred and his jaw was clenched - as were his fists. His whole demeanour was terrifying and you had never seen him like that before - even when you argued. He was absolutely furious.

Some of the fogginess in your mind caused by the alcohol had dissipated under the circumstances and adrenaline buzzed in your veins like the floor underfoot, which continued to vibrate from the music.
The rapid beat of the music seemed to match that of your racing heart and you tried to calm yourself down before you made everything worse.

You made your way around the creep and behind Calvin, calling his name to try and get his attention; but to no avail.
The creep was stammering unintelligible excuses - his words slurred into one garbled mess and you tried to ignore him completely and focus on Calvin.

You knew Cal wasn’t a violent person but you’d never seen him this angry and you didn’t know what he’d do - especially when he caught the creep’s eyes raking up and down your body even as Calvin stood in front of him.

Don’t fucking look at her like that!’ he yelled, and your mouth went dry.
'Cal, come on. It doesn’t matter, I’m fine. Please, let’s just go,’ you babbled on, standing between the two men now, wrapping your arms around his waist.
Your presence seemed to calm him somewhat and he let you unfurl his fist and intertwine your fingers with his and pull him down the stairs and out the front door.

The crisp night air hit you and you breathed in gratefully, trying to shake off the feeling of that guy’s body so close to yours.
Calvin unlocked the car and you climbed in the passenger seat to find him sitting completely still, breathing slowly in and out.
'You okay?’ You asked him, keeping your voice gentle.
He didn’t respond and instead started the car. The drive back to his was quiet, though the silence gave you a chance to think everything over.

When you got back to his, you both went straight to bed after quickly changing into something more comfortable.
In his bed you cuddled up to him, running your hand through his hair as his eyes fluttered closed.

'I’m sorry,’ he said suddenly, his voice gravelly, and you frowned.
'For what?’
'For not being there, and for getting so angry,’ he spoke slowly and his eyes remained closed.
'Not being there? Cal, you pulled him off me,’ you said and then immediately regretted mentioning it as his body tensed up slightly under you and his eyes opened to meet yours.
A moment passed before he spoke again.
'I didn’t mean to get so angry, I just-’
'It’s okay,’ you assured him, still confused as to why he was even apologising.

He leaned down slightly and kissed you, moving his lips against yours as his arms wrapped snugly around you.

You closed your eyes as his fingers traced patterns on your skin where your shirt had ridden up and he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.
It never failed to amaze you how safe you felt lying in his arms - how oblivious you were to the rest of the world as his deep breaths lulled you to sleep.
He managed to soothe your mind and erase the feelings of dread and fear that had plagued you merely an hour ago all at once.
He’s nothing short of amazing, and he’s all yours.

I hope it was what you wanted! :p
Have a great day/night lovelies X
Luv you 💗

I felt like such an asshole, but she deserved it.

As I was laying in bed Ashtyn would not stop playfully jumping on me. After a kick to the face and a knee bomb to my ribs, I sternly asked her to stop.

Being the good listener that three year olds are - she continued. A running start, she leaps through the air, and bounces off me and head first into the wall - instant goose egg, instant tears.

I couldn’t even bring myself to console her. I felt like she just learned a lesson in a way that I couldn’t teach. I was angry, but I calmly told her that’s why I was asking her to stop and directed her to Lindy.

I felt like such an asshole.

Lindy calmed her down and started discussing clothing and hair styles for the day, and she lost it AGAIN.

“I don’t want a bun!!!” Almost full blown tantrum mode. Arms flailing, vein bulging from her forehead, dead weight in Lindy’s arms, and SCREAMING.

I hardly had time to shake off my anger from the bed incident and I couldn’t take it anymore!

I escorted her to the bed and sat her down in the middle of the mattress, “you’re going to sit here until you calm down. Take deep breaths.” I sat on the bottom of the bed.

“I want mommy!!! I want mommy!!!” As she tries to hurl herself by me in desperate attempts to be back in Lindy’s lap.

“Nope” as I calmly redirect her back to the middle of the bed.

Riley is scared. I’m angry. Ashtyn is in toddler crisis. I have taken away one of her favorite toys as punishment.

Lindy’s presence is calming. Hearing her echo what I’m saying to Ashtyn makes me remember that my daughter doesn’t possess all the tools to control these powerful emotions and it’s my job to help her.

I tell her “it’s okay, mommy isn’t going anywhere, take deep breaths - I am going to count to five.”

She collapses on the mattress, I tuck the hair in front of her face behind her ear, and I watch her exhale the last bit of turmoil from her exhausted body.

One minute later and she’s smiling and acting as if nothing happened. Only the bump on her forehead to remind us of the exchange.

I ask Lindy if she thinks we should still go out tonight as a family and Lindy says “I will do whatever you want. You can even go to the barber tonight and I can start on dinner with the girls. What do you want to do?”

Jesus Lindy. What the hell did I do to deserve you?

Still slightly wounded from my brief bout with parenting, I tell her “I think I’ll shoot myself if I stay home. But I don’t want to go out.”

Still in asshole mode.

We rally to go out and we have a blast.

Hours after the tantrum, I am taking the rubber band out of Ashtyn’s hair and helping her into her pajamas.

“I’m sorry daddy.”

I’m totally caught off guard. We had a great evening. What is she talking about?

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a good listener.”

Holy shit kid. You never stop blowing my mind with your intellect, your reflection, your love.

“I love you too. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Sorry if I was mean.”

And she’s out like a light for the night.

Thess vs Horrified Realisation

Oh for fuck’s sake one of the Likes on the damn thing is a PORN BLOG.

Anyone know how I can remove a Like from my Tumblr? Because that’s kinda gross when I click on to figure out who that is clicking Like and I get a woman performing sex acts on herself.

EDIT: Never mind. Figured it out. Sort out your shit, @staff - I am damn tired of thinking that someone is remotely interested in what I have to say only to investigate and find IMAGES OF SEX ACTS. Do you have any clue how uncomfortable that makes me?

I can’t understand why other people have to hurt their loved one because they think that, that would be the best way to make their loved one better. Really? Do you think leaving them will be more like pushing them away from their misery because all you can think is that they never deserve the shits you give. Doesn’t it crossed your mind that when you leave them, it’ll just make things worse because you are simply their happiness and you know that, how dare you to leave? Why just, love each other? Work it out. You will do anything for the relationship to last long if you truly love that person. The bottom line here is, never leave the person you love. Don’t let others take your place in their heart.