no he's not mine jesus people!


I’ve been in hell long enough to know that there is no such thing as redemption. There are only promises and bargains and tricks we play on ourselves to make us believe that we’re good people. I’m not a good person. I own that. And if I’m going down, I’m going out with a bang.

Abe: “And on the island”,

*holds up picture of Enoch*

Abe, me, Jesus, some other people: “ Was this salty ass bitch named Enoch, never really liked Enoch, fuck Enoch. Him and his ugly ass dolls he never got any damn sleep, the little fucker. Liked pickin’ on the little kids, too. Ugly ass creep he was. Fuck him.”

Reasons To Date Dean

Face times together  

When he wants to snuggle

And snuggles turn into well… this

Him singing to you 

Late night phone calls 

Him being a dork and a cutie

Him snapping you 

Dean making you take pictures of him

Jam sessions together

When you cook him food, him devouring all of it and being a happy little Deanie

Adventures and dates together

Him getting all shy

Car rides together… just being able to watch this in the car… Jesus take the wheel.. please

His weird little pose he always does

Him being FOINE


how did talking about Dean in the car turn into this @clubeskimo i dont know if this killed you or not but… 

*these gifs and pictures are not mine credit goes out to the original gif makers as well as stills*

*except the snapchat’s i made those hehe ^^*

Am I Trash? Yeah, Probably

So…yeah… thanks to the lovely @markired and revisiting Teabag Edition | Bro Average I have slammed myself into the trash bin. Have an imagine on the one and only Chase. ~~~

Originally posted by markired

I woke up to a pair of bright blue eyes staring lovingly at me. “G'morning, baby,” Chase whispered.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Exactly how long have you been staring at me for?” I asked playfully.

He raised his head up slightly to look at the glowing iHome behind me. “Um, about an hour and fifteen minutes…”

We both burst into giggles. The mid-morning light coming from the window only made him look even more happy. As I calmed, I felt the gentle touch of his hand on my cheek. “God,” he started.

I blushed and wondered if there was drool or something on my face. “What?”

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Only Us (Part 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you?(kind of? I don’t know. Fuck it.)

Word Count: 2388

Warning(s): Mean parents, swearing, and slightly sexual remarks.

Additional Notes: Frank Gallagher is a character int the TV show Shameless(it’s amazing please watch it) and he is pretty much always drinking. (Also if you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk)

Part 1

My phone rang loudly as light crept in from the window. Fuck. I thought as my eyes focused on the time on the far wall of my small bedroom. 6:15. I hated school. I groaned getting up turning of my alarm, yawning and stretching. I tugged my short shorts down that I slept in overnight and opened the door walking to the bathroom avoiding the beer bottles that littered the dark carpet. My hand reached for the door before it was yanked open. A middle aged man stood in front of me wearing only his boxers. I shuttered stepping back.

“Who do we have here?” He grinned down at me. I shivered taking another step back.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked glaring at him fear still gripping me.

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Warnings: none

Requester: Anon

GIF credit: Gifs

There was no easy way to say this so you just spat it out. “I’m pregnant.” 

The smirk fell from Negan’s face, his eyes flicking to your stomach. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

To his credit, that had been your reaction to the news too.

“Is it mine?” he added.

Your face dropped and you could only think of one response, “asshole!”

“No offence sweetheart but I’m hardly married to the most loyal group of women now am I? And I know for a fucking fact that we’ve never had any marital love without a rubber fucking glove.”

“It’s yours Negan. I’m not Sherry or Amber, I’m not fucking around and I shouldn’t have to justify that to you of all people.”

Negan had to audacity to look wounded, “me of all people?”

“You’re the one putting your dick in anything that moves so don’t act so fucking surprised when you get more than you bargained for,” you huffed, finger pointing in his face.

He grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand down and towering above you, “I’m gonna chalk that sass up to pregnancy hormones dear wife.”

You were going to say more but you bit your tongue. You weren’t here to start an argument, you were here to tell him the truth.

“A baby?” he said, his tone a little lighter and the smirk slowly creeping back across his face. “Well I guess that means you’re cooking up the heir to my entire fucking empire.”

Written by: @superprincesspea

Piece of Cake

Request: Hi! Can you make an imagine where Damon is having wild sex with the reader in the kitchen and she’s bent over the counter? I love your blog!! ! – Anon,  Idk if you’d be comfortable writing this, but could you maybe do a daddy Damon smut imagine? If not that’s totally okay I get some people aren’t comfortable that kinda stuff. – @artsyicon AND  Could you do a song fic about Damon x reader with the song cake by Melanie Martinez?  – @bloody-doctor

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, fluff

Word Count: 1021

I combined these requests since, they’re so similar <3 Hope you guys like this story!

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

“We’ll be back in two days, please don’t trash the house.” Stefan said, about to leave the boarding house. “And you’re part of that, (y/n).” He said, raising an eyebrow. “Jesus, Stef, just leave, be with Elena. God, we’re not 5.” You fake whined, Damon chuckling beside you. “We promise, brother.” Damon sweetly said. “I just don’t want to clean up a huge mess–” “Alright, let’s leave the older people, huh.” Elena said, giggling as she pulled Stefan out of the house and closing the door. You laughed, snuggling close to Damon’s chest. Damon stroked down your arm and sighed, snuggling deeper. “I still ask myself ‘how did a girl like you, fall into my arms’.” You looked up to see him looking down at you. “Uh, because a badass person, such as you, is matched with an equally badass person, and that’s who I am.” You said, winking at him, causing him to chuckle and give a light kiss on top of your head.

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Heart Like Mine - or, Bitty finds himself in a McDonald’s on a lonely, Wednesday evening

[Part of the Blue-Eyed Jack ‘verse - Takes place in Nashville, long before Jack and Bitty meet…]

CW: mentions of homophobia, running away, vague mentions of homelessness, a very very lonely boy reconsiders his life choices, hopeful ending i promise

AN: So I was listening to Emily’s FANTASTIC playlist she made for Bitty in this universe and actually started crying at work thinking about Bitty when Heart Like Mine came on, so I had to write this little piece. 

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danny rand is a good person

danny rand lived with no one but monks since he was 10 years old. he is probably still trying to learn how to be an adult, if not a person in general. and on the account of all the “take a shot every time danny calls himself danny rand of rand enterprises or the immortal iron fist”, what the fuck? have you considered that those are the only things he knows how to be?? like, actually?? 

no one is saying the kid isnt privileged as fuck, im certainly not saying that at all. but when luke gave him the speech on white privilege and having power since the moment he was born, danny didn’t have a single thing to say in argument because he knew that luke was right!!! 

danny rand is a good person with a kind heart who is trying to do the right thing. he gets caught up in that sometimes, obviously. he obviously is misguided a lot of the time. but jesus christ stop making him out to be some asshole who is purposefully trying to make things hard on other people, or purposefully trying to flaunt his money or power. 

if you didnt like the iron fist series for whatever reason. then fine, that’s your own opinion. but jeez, so many people are holding it against danny for not knowing how the real world works after he’s been removed from it for the past 15 years.

danny rand is a good fucking person. he’s trying. 

The Party Girl (Part Two): Good to Know

Jeff Atkins x Reader

A/N: There are going to have to be time jumps cause there’s no way in hell I’m writing a year with of interactions day by day. I also what to make it a point to say that Bryce is going to seem like a half decent person for a little while before I reveal him for the human trashcan he is. I don’t want anyone thinking I like that scumbag even a little. Also, that is an actual conversation I’ve had with my sister.

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The first day of school came way too quickly for your liking. It isn’t that you hate school. Getting to see your friends every day and putting in the work for decent grades has never really bothered you. It’s the getting up at the ass-crack of dawn that kills you. You’ve already hit the snooze button on your phone four times and you know if you don’t get up now it’ll be a race to get ready.

Pushing your blankets off your body, you sit up and look around your room tiredly. It takes another five minutes before you finally force yourself out of bed. Silently thanking yourself for showering the night before as you pull a simple outfit on before attempting to do something with your hair. You settle on an easy half ponytail, so you have enough time to focus on your makeup. About a half an hour later you were finally put together enough to head downstairs for breakfast. Once downstairs you found your family in the kitchen already eating. Your mother is cutting up a waffle on your little sister’s plate while the four-year-old is giggling at the faces you father makes at her from behind your mother’s back.

“Hit that snooze button enough today or what?” You father asks when he notices you.

“You have ears like a hawk.” You say as you slide yourself into a seat.

“I made you waffles. I wasn’t going to because I do believe they’re too calorie packed to be a breakfast food but who am I to break tradition. Plus, it’s green beans first day too!” Your mom smiles as she hands your sister her fork. The child turns to you with a wide smile on her face.

“I go to school today!” She bounces in her chair slightly.

“I know,” You smile back, “you’re like a legit adult now. It’s crazy.”  

“No! I’m still little.” She laughs at you.

“Yeah but you’re in school now.” You say before taking a bite of your waffle. “Pretty soon you’re gonna need to get a job and stuff.”

“I’m just a kid!” She nearly yells. Her face is slightly red, and you can tell that she thinks you’re completely serious.

“Alright,” Your dad laughs, “let’s not push the kid into a nervous breakdown on her first day of pre-school.”  

You laugh slightly and focus on your food again. It’s quiet for a few minutes while the four of you focus on eating your breakfast. That is until your mother attempts to make conversation.

“So,” she smiles in a way that tells you that you won’t like what she has to say, “I talked to Claire yesterday.”

There it is. Claire Down is your neighbor and Tyler Down’s mother. Claire and your mother met when your parents moved into the house next door and have been best friends ever since. Naturally, you and Tyler grew up together as close friends, but eventually, that changed. The two of you drifted apart. It’s what happens as people grow up. Unfortunately, you mother, and Claire, just could not seem to let the friendship die.

“She said that Tyler got the go ahead to do photography for the yearbook.” She’s smiling widely, almost as though it were her own son that accomplished something great.

“Cool.” You mumble back, not sure what to say. You finish the last bit of your breakfast and get up to put your plate in the sink.

“You know honey I was thinking th-“ your mother continues, but you tune her out slightly as you hear your phone vibrate on the table. Picking it up, you skim the message before grabbing your bag from the floor.

“Sorry mom,” you smile at her slightly, “I gotta go. My ride is here.”

“Your ride?” she looks confused. “Since when you do get a ride?”

“Since now I guess.” You laugh and give you sister a light kiss on her head. “Have a good day green bean. I’ll see you guys at dinner ok? Love you!” You yell over your shoulder as you make your way out of the house.

Outside the blue Jeep is parked in front of your house. You notice Justin in the passenger seat, so you find yourself climbing into the back.

“Mr. Foley, always a pleasure.” You pat the side of his face.

“I bet.” He winks back at you, and you can only roll your eyes in response.

It is not that you don’t like Justin. You just did not have the same relationship with him that you did with the other guys. Most of the time his attention was focused on Kat and yours on…well anything else. Of course, you like him because he made your best friend happy, but you didn’t exactly know him. Not well enough for you to make a clear decision on your feelings about him anyway.

“So Montgomery,” You smirk at him, “still tending to those wounds from the beating me and Sheri gave you?”

“Oh fuck off,” he scoffs, “This is why losing to you is bullshit. You never let it go. Next time I’ll be the one beating your ass.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Cruz.” You laugh.

The rest of the ride was spent talking about the usual bullshit. Despite what typical gender roles would claim, the guys were the biggest gossips you’d ever met. 90% of the time any drama you heard came out of the mouth of one of them. It’s amazing and one of the many things you love about them. By the time you made it to school, there was barely any time to speak to anyone else. Instead, you had to head right to your locker before making your way to first period.

Your first class of the day was hell on earth. Math was never your subject so having to sit through it at such an early time was a special form of torture for you. Second-period U.S History wasn’t the worst in the world. The third period was nothing to celebrate, but you did have Zach with you, so it wasn’t a complete loss. The both of you could only hope that third period, communications, would not be such a snooze fest. Zach and yourself walked into the room to find Justin sitting at a desk in the far corner. The both of you moved quickly to take two of the three remaining seats in the cube. As the rest of the students began to trickle in you decided that the class wouldn’t be half bad. As you watched the other students selecting their seats, you noticed Hannah make her way into the room.

“Hannah!” You wave your hand and motion towards the last empty seat in the near you. She looks slightly relieved and excited as she makes her way towards the back of the class. Before she can sit down another body slides itself into the empty seat.

“Seriously Pratters? Fuck off.” You grumble and kick the bottom of the desk.

“Jesus Y/N. Happy to see me.” He attempts to smirk.

“You fucking wish,” You snap and turn your head back towards Hannah. “Sorry Hannah, apparently, some people can’t tell when they’re not wanted.”

“Oh, you wound me.” He pretends to grab his chest in pain.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hannah mumbles looking slightly disappointed.

“You can sit with me, Hannah.” Sheri smiles as she makes her way to the next closest set of desks close to you. “Any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine.”

Hannah looks at you for a moment longer before settling for the seat beside Sheri. The rest of the class goes on as you expect it to. Mrs. Bradley attempts to get through introductions and explaining what to expect from the class. Kids continue to interrupt her and have conversations amongst themselves. The typical high school classroom in every way. You could have cheered when the sound of the bell signaled not only that the class was over, but that it was time for the most sacred period, lunch.

Gathering your things, you looked up to see that Hannah had already left the room. Shrugging, you make your way to the cafeteria with the rest of your friends. After grabbing something quick to eat and head towards your usual spot with your friends. When you sit you find that they have already begun gossiping about someone having been hooking up with someone. Supposedly the girl is a cheerleader, and the boys are pressing Sheri for any information she might have.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She insists, “What I do know, is that there is a spot open on the team this year and it would be amazing if someone acted quickly and took it.”

“Sheri,” you sigh, “it’s not happening. I already had to give up volleyball to focus on school. It’d make no sense to add that to my plate.”

“Please, just say you’ll think about it,” Sheri begs.

“Ok yeah sure. I’ll think about it.” You agree.

“Yay,” she wraps her arms around you, “you’re going to look so cute in a uniform!”

“Fucking right she is,” Bryce interjects.

“In your dreams Bryce.” You scoff.

“Every fucking night.” He winks back.

You spend the rest of lunch entertaining Sheri’s idea of you possibly taking a spot on the team. She seemed so excited you didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wouldn’t happen. After lunch, you separated from them to head to your classes. Thankfully, one of those classes was a study, so you were able to relax a little. On the other hand, one of those classes was Spanish. Spanish was another class that was not your best subject. Despite how well you did in other subjects, learning languages has always been your downfall. By the time the class was over, you could feel a headache forming. The only thing keeping you going is the knowledge that the next class was the last one before you could finally go home. You made your way into the classroom and slid yourself into a desk in the back. Laying your head on the desk, you took a moment to savor the slight quiet.

“Don’t tell me your sick again?” You jump slightly and left your head to find Jeff sitting at the desk on the side of you.

“What?” You mumble out.

“The last time I saw you, you were sick. You’re not again are you?” Your face flushed slightly at the memory of him witnessing you throwing up.

“Oh yeah, no I’m not sick. Just exhausted.” You smile slightly.

“I feel that. There are few things as tiring as the first day.” He nods.

“Yeah,” you could feel yourself relaxing slightly, “and it doesn’t help that I’m not a morning person.”

“No?” It feels like he’s looking at you a little too closely now.

“No,” you laugh a little, “I’d stay in bed all day if I could.”

“Good to know.” He smiles.

You open your mouth to reply, but the teacher calls the attention of the class. Unlike your communications class, this class is serious, and there is little time to speak to anyone. As much as you pay attention, you can’t help but repeat his words in your head. Was it meant to be as sexual as it sounded or were you just depraved? You continued to think over the statement until the bell rang. Almost immediately Jeff turns towards you.

“What are you doing in this class anyway?” He asks as you make your way out of the room. “It’s a junior English class. Last I checked you were a sophomore.”

“I uh,” you began, “I tested out of English freshmen year, so I’m a year ahead, in this class anyway.”

“You really are a little genius aren’t you?”

“What?” You laugh.

“I always heard you were smart, but I didn’t know you were testing out of classes smart.” He shrugs.

“It’s just this class. Reading and shit is something that comes easily to me.” You explain.

“Well, now I know who to call when I need help.”

“Too bad you don’t actually have my number.” You shock yourself by saying. There’s a small pause, and for a moment you wish that you could crawl into a hole. You completely avoid eye contact and scold yourself in your head.

“Not yet.” He replies. You look up from the floor to see a small smirk on his face.

“Y/N!” You jump at the sound of Zach’s voice coming from behind you. Both of you look to find the boy making his way through the hallway towards you.

“Looks like you’re needed.” Jeff mumbles.

You look back towards him and nod slightly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He winks and begins walking away.

You’re unable to say anything in response as you watch his form disappear down the hallway.

“Hey,” Zach says and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“What can I do for you, Zach?” You ask.

“Well, Monty has to go see the guidance counselor for something about his schedule or some shit. So I have to give you a ride home.” He explains.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.” You say.

“What kind of friend would I be if I left you to walk home?” He jokes.

“A bad one.” You laugh.

“Exactly so let’s go.” He squeezes your shoulder slightly, and you both begin to walk out of the school.

The ride home is quick and relaxing. You make it home before either of your parents. Grabbing a snack from the kitchen and head to your bedroom. You decide to take a quick shower and are getting dressed when your phone begins to ring. Wide smile forms on your face as you accept the FaceTime call.

“Kit Kat!” You all but yell.

“Y/N!” She yells back. “I was waiting for my updates you know.”

“I know I’m sorry, but I needed to take a shower.”

“Oh please, like it’s anything I’ve never seen before.” She rolls her eyes.

“Yes, but I would rather not take my phone in the shower with me. It’s already enough work.” You laugh.

“Excuses. So tell me all the details. How’d it go? Did you see Hannah?” She asks.

“It was fine.” You shrug. You take a moment to prop your phone on your desk so you could continue to get dressed. “I have a class with Hannah. I was going to ask her to sit with us at lunch, but she left pretty quick.”

“She’s a slippery one. You’re going to keep an eye on her right?” She asks.

“Yes Kat, I already said I would.” You reply.

“I’m just making sure. She can be kind of shy sometimes, and you can be a bit of a bitch sometimes.” She shrugs.

“Oh fuck you,” you laugh as you pick the phone back up. “I am not a bitch.”

“Sure hon,” she smiles, “So what else happened? Did you get to see Prince Charming at all?”

You try to keep your face as neutral as possible but fail miserably.

“I’ll take that as a yes” she laughs.

“He’s in my English class.” You explain.

“Ok,” she probes, “and did you two speak?”

“Yeah, he asked if I was feeling better and how I ended up in a junior class.” You pretend to pick at something on your bed and avoid making eye contact with her through the screen.

“Annnd? There’s obviously something else. You won’t even look at me.”

“Ok, he said something, and it’s probably just the hoe in me that is taking it the wrong way.” You say quickly.

“What did he say?” she asks.

“He said it was ‘good to know’ that I like to stay in bed all day. It’s probably nothing.” You shrug.

“BITCH!” she yells back. “It was not nothing! He wants you in his bed all day! How could yo-“

“Oh my god no Kat. He doesn’t!” You laugh.

“Yes, he does! Oh my god, if you fuck Jeff Atkins you better call me after. I need, no I deserve details!” She demands.

“Kat fucking stop I’m not going to fuck Jeff Atkins. Jesus.” You laugh and cover your face with your hand. You hear the door close downstairs and the familiar sound of your little sister’s laugh.

“Oh yes, you are.” She beams, “and it’s probably going to be the best di-“

“OK sorry Kit Kat,” You interrupt her rant, “My mom’s here so I gotta go! I’ll text you I promise.”

“Don’t you dare han-“

You end the call before she is able to finish her demand. You lay in your bed for a few more minutes before deciding to actually go downstairs. As you make your way to the door, your phone vibrates, and you look down to see a text from Kat.

Kit Kat 🍫: Details bitch. I mean it.

You only shake your head slightly before going downstairs to see how the first day of pre-school was as eventful for your sister.  

Part Three 

Lions’ cage

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of smut.

Can you do one where the reader is younger than Tony, and he meets her friends and feel insecure cause of his age. But it ends happy and stuff. K. Love your work bye.

A/N: I am so soryr, I had this request before I left to Brazil and I didn’t write it because I couldn’t come up with anything, but here ya go! Feedback is love, feedback is life <3

@orangepenguin5 @shelvesandwhelves @john-benderr@muffinz323@justcallmecinammon@sexyvixen7@that1awkwardfangirl@sammiesamness @shamvictoria11​

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

It was just about night time at the Stark house. Tony was home early for a change, and both of you were getting ready to lay your heads on the pillows and hopefully not die in your sleep because you two had a ton of things to get done. Avenging and running a company were tough but no one else but you could do it better.

“Babe, I’m going out tomorrow night, wanna come?” you asked from over your shoulder as you brushed your teeth and Tony put on the pants of his pajamas. The night was perfect for only that, and your eyes appreciated it. Scars and everything, the man was a sight.

“Uhhh…” he hesitated, “I don’t know, maybe the guys at the barbershop quartet–”

“Come again?” you frowned in confusion. The mere idea of Tony having a barbershop quartet was ridiculous.

“You know” he shrugged “the team? The avengers? Mightiest heroes on earth?” you nodded, laughing breathily at the old fashioned name for his friends who very coincidentally were 4. Thor was out of town, or, being more specific, out of earth. “Perhaps we’re going out too”

“Ok, but you know? I’d really appreciate if one day we’d go out with my friends” making an emphasis on the words as you turned off the lights of the bathroom and made your way to the bed.

You took all the pajamas you kept under the pillow and took off your clothes, eliciting whistles of approval from Tony, who was already inside the covers. He cheered on your nakedness and you decided to leave the fancy and cute baby-doll for another night; his old t-shirt suited you better in his words.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you going out with me, ok?” You hummed sleepily as you were quickly wrapped around a pair of warm and strong arms. He placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck and called it quits for the day.

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anonymous asked:

Show the Marvin and Whizzer lyrics

fjskdk okay okay

(So Marvin is on one knee in front of Whizzer and Jason, Cordelia, and Charlotte are watching happily in the back. Mendel is waiting with Trina in their house. This is probably a song or two before Something Bad)

This is how you make a marriage proposal

I love you, dear
I think you’re sweet
You don’t seem to mind if i don’t always treat
You the way you deserve

I crave your kiss
I praise your - Well! (Marvin realizes he’s eye-level to Whizzer’s crotch and jolts a bit. that’s a dick joke)
Us two are swell
Us two are Fred and Wilma
Us two can be the best
that we are under love’s spell

We both know lovers are crazy people
Thrilling or killing each other
Just like a biblical brother
Did to his biblical brother
Back in biblical times

[WHIZZER, laughing]
Biblical times?

Biblical times! (He says this like his was right all along)

Biblical times. Jesus Christ.
Oh, those biblical times!

I love your smile
I love your hairline (Marvin stands to run his hands through Whizzer’s hair like in The Baseball Game. Whizzer laughs and pushes him back on his knees)
I want you by my side to be all mine
If I’m deserving of you

(Whizzer grins and turns his head away sheepishly) Don’t hide your face, you’re perfect
Don’t start to cry
Us two can fly
Us two can… soar with eagles
Us two can be the best
or Hell, at least we’ll try

I may not be the best
But I swear to you, I’ll try
(He grins and stands) You may not be the best-

[WHIZZER, laughing and putting his arms around Marvin’s neck]

But I’ll love you until
Love you until

I die! (They kiss aw)

anonymous asked:

I totally understand your situation with your parents :( I'm Muslim and I don't know if I could ever come out to my parents, let alone people in general. I know they won't disown me but I know that our relationship will never b the same :( do u have any advice? Should I just live a double life. Sorry if it's too much. U can ignore if it is. Thank you for your time 💕

oh sweetheart. this is hard, and will always be hard. I think a double life is unfair to you and to the person you end up with, but you are the only one who can judge what it’s in your best interests to do, and I won’t give you the usual drivel about how ~people can surprise you~, so what I have is this:

finally getting together with my current girlfriend (it’s a long story) triggered my own personal article 50. see, when I was a teenager I’d assured myself that I’d only tell my very religious parents about being a lesbian if I was really and truly in love. aaand now I was in love. gay brexit had begun. 

I told my mom in person, because even if she’d raised a lesbian she hadn’t raised a coward. (I put my head between my knees in the bathroom for like ten minutes beforehand.) she was. shocked, I think? didn’t know what to say? and then the next day she and my dad sat with me in a hotel room and she told me how my life was going to be terrible and I was making an awful decision, and how I would never convince her otherwise. she told me to move out of my apartment and say goodbye to my girlfriend, which isn’t great advice in new york city, but you know, the realities of east coast living weren’t exactly the thing on trial here. she didn’t know why she was the one who had to accept this. why couldn’t I accept what she believed. so much for the tolerant left etc. 

anyway, it sucked and there was a lot of crying. then she and I didn’t speak for six months. one or two stilted conversations on the phone, and the most upsetting birthday card of my life. nothing else. I’ve never felt worse. more crying. 

then she decided it was cool if we talked as long as I didn’t mention my girlfriend to her. or talked about doing anything with my girlfriend. she wanted me to function as the censor key to my own life. and like a total fucking asshole, I did. I was happy to have her talk to me again, and I wanted to repair our relationship. I thought this was the first step. so for almost a year, she only heard the edges of how I was happier than I’d ever been. great, right? super healthy. we’d talk pretty often, and I tried to soften her towards the idea of A Lesbian In Her Life, and I think…I don’t know. I think it was important for her to hear that I was still me. this doesn’t excuse the fact that she was being a bigot, but two things can be true simultaneously. a bigot and concerned about what this meant for her daughter. life is messy. 

after about eighteen months of this, I was done. my girlfriend and I will likely be married in about two years, and my life was carrying on without my mom. that’s not how I wanted it. so when I went back home for surgery earlier this month, she and I sat on a bench and talked again. I told her how much I loved my girlfriend, she talked about how the only thing that would make her happy about that is if jesus himself told her it was okay. but then she said that jesus himself was also generally pretty cool about existing in compassion, care and kindness with people he didn’t agree with. that was new. so I pressed a little harder, and it turns out she doesn’t want to lose me, and that she is sure that my girlfriend is wonderful, because “any friend” of mine will of course be. then she said that if we didn’t have our wedding in a church, she’d show up. that’s miles ahead of where she was before. 

I don’t know where this story is going, I won’t until it happens to me. all I can say is that your family loves you, and yes, your relationship with them will probably never be the same. but it won’t end. 

Issues-  Part Twenty Eight


Negan x You

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.


Swearing- as always, violence, threats of violence.

Word count- 1,593

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Part Twenty Eight

The blood felt like it had drained out of my body as Daryl’s words sunk in. 

He just declared himself a saviour. 


I didn’t get it. 

This was Daryl. 

Why would he do something like that now of all times? 

After everything he had been through. 


“Why?” Negan was squinting with uncertaintly at the once enemy “Why now?” Now?

What was I missing here?

“Theres things you don’t know” Daryl cleared his throat awkwardly as he became aware of every pair of eyes on him “Now ain’t the time”

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I think it’s important to admit the fact that we don’t always want to choose God. We walk through seasons when God is the last thing we want to choose. Seasons where our minds are muddled and our inspiration cracking and our faith sometimes feels paper thin. We are not perfect. We hurt and we are slow to trust and we put our all into people and let our worlds shatter when they leave. We’re human. It’s a catastrophic mess but this is where we meet God. So yes, there are times when we don’t want to choose Him, but we choose Him still because there is not a single moment when He doesn’t choose us.

littlepinknightmare  asked:

Can I have 2p Japan and 2p nyo Japan yandere headcanons please?

Why do you all want the emotionless bastard. I mean, okay, but. Like. I’m really bad with him.

Also, another of the four people wanting 2p! Japan also wanted Belarus, so…she’s here so I can get it all done at once.


2p! Japan

-”I tolerate you” translates to “leave me and I’ll cut your head off because you’re MINE.”

-Most likely yandere to kill you

.-This asshole tho.

-”Don’t touch me” goes to “Did I say you could fucking leave.”

-No questions, no yelling. Just bland. He doesn’t ask. He tells.

-It’s not exactly a kidnapping, just a “Everybody you love is dead. Including your damn dog. You will come, or I’ll kill you too.”

-Jesus, he’s hard to write for…

-You know all those weird hentai kinks where you see them and just blank because they’re so weird? Yeah, he embodies at least two thirds of them.

-Stay away from Luciano, he’s an asshole.

-Stay away from Lutz, he’s an idiot.

-Stay awAY FROM ZAO, he’s a stupid asshole.

-Doesn’t give a shit if you love him or not. You’re only leaving this house in a bodybag.

-No fluff from this dude. Like, no affection, he doesn’t spoil you…

-You aren’t sure why you’re here. It sure doesn’t seem like he loves you. But, I mean, aside from destroying everybody you ever love, and stopping you from meeting online friends, it’s okay. No having to worry about money, he has food, and he lets you use wifi.

-No romance anime while he’s home. He finds it disgusting, and will turn it off every time.

-As long as he isn’t pissed at you, like, it’s awkward, but okay?

2p! Nyo! Japan-Kind of similar, but no?

-Less “I’m so fucking done” and more “Why do you do this to me”

-Low-key shows she loves you, unlike her male counterpart.

-Like, occasionally, she will let you watch the anime she hates with all her soul, just because you like it. She might even sit in the same room.

-But she won’t pay attention.

-Still hardcore judging you.

-”Here.” As she hands you a copy of the most dePRESSING. TEAR-JERKING ANIME EVER. Then the two of you proceed to watch it, you bawling your eyes out, and her enjoying your suffering.

-While her male counterpart keeps you there to unofficially claim you, she really likes putting you through different emotional extremes, and watching you deal with it. Sadistic bitch…

-Not quite as kinky, but just about there.

-You aren’t allowed to watch Fairy Tail, One Piece, Dragon Ball Z, or anything like that.-Why? She will never admit it. (It’s because of the boobs. She thinks you’ll like fictional characters more than her. She’s jeeeeaaaalous.)

-*Mun gets stabbed*

-*Mun is dead*


-But. Why do you need headcanons for her? She’s practically already canon yandere…

-*Mun is stabbed again*

-Okay, okay, geez. Y’all already know she’s always there.

-I don’t know how, but she always, always knows exactly where you are, at all times.

-And god forbid you ever spend time with somebody besides her.

-Unless it’s for work, or something. Then she can deal.

-But spending time with friends? No. Family? Meeeehhhh…maybe on holidays, but not now.

-She understands what it’s like to be close with family. If you want to see them, she will let you on special occasions, if you’re good.

-Didn’t officially kidnap you. You just kind of got the message, and didn’t pull away when she brought you home.

-Really, really, really wants you to meet, and get along with, her siblings. But mostly Russia. She can get jealous of Ukraine…

-Super duper happy if you do. And honestly, Russia’s pretty stoked that Belarus isn’t on his ass because of you, so, as long as you’re a decent person, he’ll probably approve of you.

-That is to say, you’ll still get a ‘friendly reminder’ to keep his little sister happy.

-Don’t ever bother running. She knows where you are, where you’ve been, and where you’re going even before you do.

Massage - Part Three

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: None for this chapter!

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I was used to waking up in strange beds. What I wasn’t used to was that bed moving. My eyes flew open as I felt tiny open-mouthed kisses on my neck. The memory of what happened last night flooded my mind and I sprang up, looking at Shannon.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Shannon asked, sitting up and taking my head in his hands.

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