nobody cares about these things

‏شاركني حتى الأشياء السخيفة، تحديدًا تلك التي تعتقد أنّ لا أحد يكترث بشأنها، أنا أكترث.
Share everything with me, even these silly things that you think nobody cares about. I do.
—  zaidalhouraniquotes
a summary of criminal minds

gideon: *is haunted by his past*

rossi: *vague, inspiring quote*

garcia: (on speakerphone with morgan and like the president) spank me you statuesque god of chocolate thunder

jj: *is a glowing, beautiful ray of light*

hotch: (glaring) wheels up in 30

reid: actually, *super smart thing that nobody cares about*

morgan: *is in danger, is probably also talking to garcia* 

emily: (holding eight guns) fuck wit me

Another Humans are Wierd thing

We literally get together to chew.
We consider it socially beneficial to participate in chewing together. It has been a frequent topic of scientific investigation and is suggested that it not only help us form bonds but can increase our intellectual success? In fact, we like getting together and chewing so much we consider it an important, romantic, and high form of friendship and courting? Like going out on a date is taking someone to go chew some nice food with you.
Why is this so important to us? Why is it socially acceptable, and beneficial even, to sit together in groups, large or small, and chew?
Would other species consider it rude, disgusting even, to eat, chew, or take in necessary living substances in whichever way they do, in the company of others?

Alien: ugh, how can your species suffer the immense noises you make?
Human: we don’t really think about it, it’s more of like a ‘communal chewing’ thing which nobody really cares about
Alien: but isn’t it…rude?
Human: What? No, only if you do it with your mouth open.
Alien: but…you must open your mouth to eat, mustn’t you?
Human: Well, yeah, but-
Alien: Then is not eating in front of others rude?
Human: No, no! We’re encouraged to do it!
Alien: but you just said-
Human: I know, but it’s a popular form of social activity! People are more likely to come along to things if there’s food. You know, it’s the only way I could ever convince my friend to come out with me hahah
Alien:…

Also if like, for one species it’s actually similar to torture to be forced to consume things in front of or with others, so they make their humans a huge feast and they all have to eat it together, assuming they would be horrified, but then…
*dead silence*
EveryONE IN THE ROOM TEARS INTO THE FOOD WITH RECKLESS ABANDON. THE ALIENS LOOK ON WITH HORROR.

It gets worse when a food fight ensues.

swoops in HH

things i talked about with @piesnpucks and just need to get down/hope someone might find interesting… can’t speak for their relevance at this time:

  • went to boston university where he played hockey
  • has a degree in early childhood education
  • canadian
  • likes video games and beer and watching other sports and comic books
  • got way too invested in True Blood and annoyed the shit out of Kent with it
  • will not admit that he watched it mostly because that one guy was hot
  • loves dogs 
  • has a rescue ex-racing greyhound named Kevin
  • she is a girl
  • has seen every single episode of downton abbey and sometimes tells other Aces players not to be defeatist because it’s very middle class
  • listens to 90s and 70s rock
  • wears band shirts and snapbacks all the time
  • likes to babysit his brother’s kids
  • jeff & kent meal prep together once a week
  • enjoys TV like American Pickers and that pawn shop show and antique roadshow
  • learned a bunch of stupid magic tricks to entertain kids with
  • uses them on KP 
  • his instagram is just. hockey stuff. it’s so boring.
  • but his spotify is wild
  • has a thing for blonds.

idk man it just makes me so so so sad when you’re watching a cutiepie talk about their passion like when they light up and start bubbling over with words and then all of a sudden they stop themselves and say stuff like “sorry, i know this is boring” or “sorry i just got excited”

like you know somewhere in their life someone they respected told them “shut up nobody cares” and ever since they can’t talk about their favorite things without apologizing every 5 seconds

the thing that makes me excited about Star Trek Discovery is that it’s set 10 years before TOS which means a 20 something year old Jim Kirk is somewhere in the universe whilst everything is going on. obviously we’ll never see him but just knowing he’s out there being all young and clever and adorable just makes me happy.

Nevertheless, She Persisted

“She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.”

“Do not speak ill of your racist, misogynist fellow Senator, who was denied a seat on the federal bench thirty years ago for his racism,” they said.

“She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.”

“You have no place in this industry. You have no place in this fandom. You don’t get to say the things you’re saying, because it’s not ladylike, because this belongs to the boys, because you’ll never understand.”

“She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.”

“You’ll never be a REAL woman. Look at your face, your neck, the shape of your shoulders, what’s between your legs, your very genes. Give up. I know biology, and biology says you’re not what you say you are.”

“She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.”

“We’ll have none of that ABOMINATION under my roof! You’ll never see her again, I promise you. The Lord calls it wickedness, and wickedness it is!”

“She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.”

“You’ll never escape this. You’re worthless, and all you deserve is this pain. All you’ll ever deserve is this pain. Even if you get away from me, nobody will ever care about you, really. I’m the closest thing to real love you’ll ever find.”

“She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.”

They think they can stop us by shutting us up. They think they can stop us by denying us care, by taking away our place in the world. They think they can win by hurting us when we fight them.

Don’t they know? Don’t they know they’ve been hurting us, been ignoring us, been denying us care and places in the world all along? That if that was going to work - if that was EVER going to work - it would have worked a long time ago? We’re made of sterner stuff than they could ever dream. We are forged in the fire of oppression and rage, tempered with a toughness they will never know. They shatter when a comedian mocks them; we take poverty and police and pepper spray and keep going.

Their warnings mean nothing to us. Their explanations are less than nothing. We will persist. We are legion, we are unbreakable. And we love deeply enough that, when one of us feels on the edge of shattering, a dozen will be there to carry her until she can march on her own once again.

We were warned. We were given an explanation. Still, we will persist.

-~ The Signs As Favorite Twenty One Pilots Lyrics~-
Aries: “No one looks up anymore cause you might get a raindrop in your eye and heaven forbid they see you cry” - March to the Sea

Taurus: “While you’re doing fine there’s some people and I who are having a really rough time getting through this life so excuse us while we sing to the sky” - Screen

Gemini: “Shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts, no” - Doubt

Cancer: “I know what you think in the morning when the sun shines on the ground and shows what you have done, and you swear to your parents that it will never happen again I know, i know oh oh, what that means, I know oh oh oh oh” - Guns for hands

Leo: “Down in the forest we’ll sing a chorus, one that everybody knows. Hands held higher we’ll be on fire singing songs that nobody wrote” - Forest

Virgo: “All we are is an isle of flightless birds we find our worth in giving birth and stuff. We’re lining our houses against winding roads and we think the going is tough. We pick songs to sing that remind us of things that nobody cares about and honestly we’re probably more suicidal then ever now” - Isle Of Flightless Birds.

Libra: “No one else is dealing with your demons meaning maybe defeating them could be the beginning of your meaning, Friend” - Kitchen Sink

Scorpio: “We used to play pretend, give each other different names, we would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away” - Stressed out

Sagittarius: “We all know somebody who knows somebody who’s doing great. I know some people who know people who are flying straight, But I’ll kindly enter in to rooms of depression while ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again” - Glowing eyes

Capricorn: “Sometimes to stay alive you’ve gotta kill your mind” - Migraine

Aquarius: “He thinks that faith might be dead, nothing kills a man faster then his own head” - Trapdoor

Pisces: “Gangsters don’t cry there for there for I’m mister misty eyed” - Heavydirtysoul

Who’s Your Daddy

Originally posted by cassiopeia-chasing-the-moon

Summary: Negan punishes you in the best way.

Pairing: Negan x Anna

Warning: Swearing, Smut, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Violence

You’ve been dating Negan for a couple months now, and surprisingly, living with Negan and sharing your mind and body with a ‘psychopath’ wasn’t as bad as you were expecting. When you first arrived at Sanctuary almost a year ago Negan had five wives, which he eventually left for you after you continued to tell him you wouldn’t sleep with him while he was with other women. You never actually expected him to give up five women for one, but when he knocked on your door in the middle of the night to confess his love for you, you were unbelievably happy he did so. Negan acted completely different when you were around, and didn’t give a fuck who saw. He’d hug and kiss you in public, call you pet names like “baby”, “sweetheart”, “Anna banana” and so forth. Nobody in Sanctuary really cared about Negan and your relationship but Negan did one thing his men couldn’t stand. You were never in trouble no matter what; Negan wouldn’t dare to harm you, even if you absolutely fucked up, or talked back. But Negan had no problem keeping his men and everyone else that resided in Sanctuary in line and making sure they knew who was boss.

One night when Negan had finished taking a walk and was heading back to your room, he overheard a group of his men whispering amongst themselves, Negan hid around the corner and listened. He heard his men complaining about how he was always putting you first and letting you do whatever the fuck you wanted. “We should just overthrow him” snickered one of his men, named Jack “show him what a real boss acts like, maybe burn his and his precious fucking pets faces off, see how he likes it”. Nobody else agreed with him, even though they were pissed at Negan they wouldn’t dare to do anything along those lines, Negan could be an asshole, but he was a good leader. “Don’t let Negan hear you talking like that” chuckled another one of Negan’s men, “I don’t give a fuck” Jack replied.

A few minutes later the men, unaware on Negan’s presence left and headed in for the night. As Jack was turning the corner Negan put his hand over his mouth and dragged Jack along with him. Negan brought Jack behind a building and slammed him up against the wall “you want me fucking gone? Want to put a motherfucking hot iron to me and Anna’s faces?” Negan slammed Jack into the wall again and spat as he talked, anger boiling inside of him “I..uh” Jack stuttered barely able to speak “what? You had quite a bit to fucking say before you cunt, now you choose not to talk?, you really and I mean REALLY fucked up” Negan then pulled the knife he kept tucked into his belt out and dragged it deeply across Jack’s throat. Blood poured out as Jack’s lifeless body feel to the ground. Negan took a deep breath, then bent down and wiped the blood off of his knife onto Jack’s shirt before tucking it back into his belt and walking off. He went up to two of his men who were about to enter their building “Jack’s corpse is laying behind that building over there, do me a fucking solid and bring that good for nothing piece of fucking shit out of Sanctuary, give the walkers a little snack”. The men looked at each other then back at Negan and gave a “yes, sir” before quickly walking off to dispose of Jack’s body.

The next morning, Negan knew that he still had to take care of his other men and you. He wanted his men to respect him, but he still didn’t want to harm you. He told his men to meet him out by the gate to go out on a run and he also told you to do the same, you’ve been asking him to let you go out on a run one day and it seemed like he was finally letting you tag along. You and a great number of Negan’s men were standing around at the gate when Negan finally strided over carrying Lucille over his shoulder, he walked up to you and loudly said “I changed my mind your not coming after all, go help out in the kitchen, where you belong” he then started walking past you. “Excuse me!?” you shouted back. Negan smirked, his plan was working, he knew you wouldn’t let him talk to you like that. “You heard me doll, fuck…off”, your blood started to boil at his words and you walked up to him and gave him a smack across his beautiful face. Right when your hand came down, you regretted what you did and knew this time you went too far. Negan tightly grabbed your arm with his free hand and began dragging you into your room, “wait for me boys, I need to teach this disrespectful little bitch a lesson, shouldn’t be long”. Negan’s men looked at each other in shock.

Negan pushed you into your room before slamming the door behind him, “pull your pants and panties off and lay across my fucking desk” he said lowly. “Negan please, I’m sorry” you whimpered back, “DO IT!” he yelled. You quickly pulled your pants and panties down together and laid across Negan’s wooden desk, Negan chuckled to himself and licked his lips, the sight of your bare ass and pussy bent over his desk was already getting him hard, he then unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it off. “I’ll go easy on you this time baby, five smacks should do the trick..but you have to yell really fucking loud for daddy, I want my men to fucking hear it, and if you don’t I’m going to start over again until you do..got it?” you nodded your head quickly grabbing onto the edges of the table and closing your eyes. Before you could even take another breath you felt the sting off leather against your bare ass and you yelled out as loud as you could. “That’s it you dirty fucking girl” Negan said enthusiastically before lashing the belt against your ass a second time as you let out another scream. Negan gave two more quick lashes one to each ass cheek and again you screamed, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, this was the first time a man has spanked you and even though it hurt like a bitch you felt your wetness drip down your leg. “Last one darling, you ready?” Negan asked, enjoying this a little too much, “yes” you whimpered, “huh? What was that?” Negan said leaning in closer to you, “yes!” you said again loudly, “yes what!?” Negan shouted, ”yes, daddy” you loudly purred back. Negan grinned before pulling his arm back as far as he could and then putting all his strength into the last smack. This time you let out the loudest scream you possibly could as you felt your ass burn as welts began to form.

Negan gently rubbed your ass with one hand “good girl” he said gently, you let out a moan as you felt Negan’s other hand slip between your legs “fuck baby, your soaked” he hissed. You let out a giggle before turning around to look at Negan. He cupped your face with his hands “stay home and relax for the rest of the day sweetheart, you deserve it, and when I get back I want you on the bed naked, waiting for me, daddies gonna take care of you” you nodded before giving Negan a soft kiss. Negan put his belt back on and slicked his hair back before picking Lucille up and heading for the door, “bye daddy, be safe” you called out, “see you tonight Anna banana, I love you” Negan replied giving you a wink, “I love you too” you said back with a smile as Negan walked out and back towards his men who kneeled down when they saw him coming. Negan smirked knowing they heard everything “get up you fuckers; we’ve got work to do”.

australian nsw north coast gothic
  • the pacific highway is constantly upgrading. the roadworks never end. the road stretches into the distance, quiet. there are no workers, but the machines still dig.
  • you log into facebook. people you may know has updated. a girl is friends with your cousin. your cousin is friends with your boss. your boss is friends with the girl’s brother. they all live three hours away. they all know who you are. you do not know them.
  • Grafton is inland, but there is nothing to the east. do not ask what is there, only pray you will never find out.
  • city people ask you where you’re from. you tell them the name of your town. they have never heard of it. neither have you.
  • the villages on the coast brag about the beach. you visit, once. the ground is covered in sand. seagulls tear hot chips from your fingers.the people are covered in sand too. none of them wear shoes. there is a vacancy in their eyes.
  • don’t linger too long at the Taree service center. everybody is dressed in yellow and red. the town is yellow and red. yellow and red sponsors the town. yellow and red owns the town. yellow and red is the town. Taree is McDonalds.
  • the islands off the coast are empty. only one has a lighthouse. we say nobody lives there. we know that it blinks at night.
  • choosing a university is difficult, even with your regional points. you could brave the cold winters of Armidale, or escape to the drunk paradise of the Gold Coast. quick, you only have 3 seconds to decide, or Lismore will be your only option.
  • Mullumbimby doesn’t exist. Iggy Azalea never grew up there. The beaches were beautiful, but it couldn’t escape the shame. Mullumbimby doesn’t exist.
  • the Great Dividing Range looms over you. waterfall way is the only way up to Dorrigo. your parents warn you never to go west alone.
  • state of origin night, and all the houses are painted blue. all the faces are painted blue. except for the children. they don maroon. they have never known victory.
  • your local shopping centre has no escalators, if you even have one at all. you buy your clothes from target country. unless you live in Coffs Harbour. in that case, good luck.
  • it’s July, and the hipsters, goths, indie girls, and tired dads swarm up the highway. they ask you for directions. splendour, they say. it’s in the grass. you only nod blankly. there is no splendour here. only mud, and rain.
  • there’s a roundabout in the middle of the highway. and a 40km school zone. this is the main route between Brisbane and Sydney. only the strong will survive Urunga to Nambucca.
  • Russell Crowe’s house in Nana Glen is empty. he only ventures home to visit his parents. there is nobody living there, but that doesn’t stop the sightings.
  • You visit Casino for Beef Week. You see the Beef Queen crowned. You clap, as the cows surround the regent. All hail the queen of beef.
  • you wait at your local bus stop, for the once-a-day service. it never comes. it was never going to.
  • working a shift at your local bowling club, you notice the customers ageing. they age, and you are afraid. everyone is old. they all order chicken schnitzel. you must send them to Port Macquarie. it is the only place for them.
  • everybody loves the big banana. you are proud of the big banana. everybody wants to visit the big banana. nobody wants to leave the big banana. nobody is allowed to leave the big banana. everybody want to stay at the big banana. everybody must stay at the big banana. it’s a whole bunch of fun.
  • you moved to the north coast when you were young. you know your way around. it becomes your home. soon, you forget any other places exist. you stop visiting Brisbane or Sydney. you have never been further north than byron bay, never past the nymboida, you are scared to step foot in forster-tuncurry. you were born on the north coast.
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Part 2 to ’ Invisible

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After the incident with (Y/n) happened she disappeared, literally. It was like she never existed. No one remembered her except the pack, her things in her locker had disappeared. Nobody cared about the once popular girl who had disapeared from the school, maybe even the whole state of California!

“Whatever happened to (Y/n)?” Lydia pursed her lips,“ She just disappeared off the radar.” “Well,” Isaac looked around while shoving his hands in his pockets,“ She left Beacon Hills, obviously.”

“Yeah so helpful Isaac,” Stiles rolled his eyes,“ I mean where is she right now?”

“Well,” (Y/n)’s voice cut in, appearing behind Isaac,“ I didn’t exactly leave Mr. Isaac.”

“What the actual fuck,” he screamed out, flinching.

(Y/n) giggled, leaning close to his face,“ I’ve been watching you guys for months, you’re just like little bugs.” Her voice changed, turning cold,“ You all are little pests.”

“Wow thanks,” Stiles rolled his eyes again,“ Now where have you been. Everyone forgot you and you left Beacon Hills. No one remembered you except us.”

“Well,” (Y/n) smiled,“ I never left Beacon Hills, not exactly. I can be anywhere and everywhere at the same time,” she disappeared for a second and then reappeared next to Scott, she disappeared again then appeared on the other side of the room. No one payed attention to her.

“I’m not exactly what Stiles thought I was,” She thought for a second,“ What was it called?  A Zanna?”

“Yeah a Zanna,” Stiles yelled at her.

“You must be mistaken,” (Y/n) walked towards him,“ I’m not a Zanna, an imaginary friend. I am what you call, well.” She shook her head,“ This is harder than I thought. I am well to be frank, I am dead.”

“What does that mean?” Allison asked, confusion all over her face.

“Well it means exactly what I said,” (Y/n) stuck out her tongue,“ I’ve been dead for years. But for some reason I came back. Remember that time you chanted some silly Latin words, Scott and Stiles? Well it didn’t do nothing, I came back to life.”

“That’s not possible,” Isaac drawled out,“ If you’ve been working on that story for a year…”

“Well that was this little thing called a lie,” she smiled,“ You would know something about that wouldn’t you?”

“How did you die anyway?” Scott asked,“ I mean not to be rude or anything-”

“It’s fine you would find out anyway,” (Y/n) closed her eyes and sighed in regret,“ I was murdered here late at night when me and my friends decided to play around on a little bet. I now haunt the school. Boo!”

“Really?” Isaac raised an eyebrow.

“Nah that’s a stupid movie cliché. I was a werewolf and I was killed by a few hunters who thought I was going around murdering people,” (Y/n) clicked her tongue,“ What was his name? Oh! It was Peter Hale who killed the girl not me! I was innocent but Uncle Peter thought it was fun to blame me. Great luck right?”

“Did you say… Uncle Peter?” Allison gasped,“ That means you’re related to Derek?”

“Well no shit Sherlock” (Y/n) rolled her eyes,“ He’s my little brother, God I hated when he was born he was so obnoxious and always cried. I always had to look out for him when we were growing up. I was only three years older than him, heh. I died in his arms.”

“You died… In his arms?” Lydia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“No wonder he’s a sour wolf,” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Hey he’s still my brother,” (Y/n) frowned, slapping the back of Stiles’ head,“ Don’t be a dick Stiles.”

“How long are you- you know. Going to be a ghost,” Allison asked. Stiles let out a little hey for being ignored.

“Probably until someone kills me,” (Y/n) pondered,“ Or burned my body.”

“What the fuck man?” Stiles spat out the water he was drinking,“ Burn your body?!?”

“Haven’t you seen Supernatural?!?” (Y/n) asked,“ I don’t actually know when I’m going to leave but I’m going off a whim and saying what Dean and Sam do.”

“Great we have a ghost in our hands, who’s related to Derek and Peter Hale. The ghost doesn’t even know how to get rid of itself and you know to top it off- It’s a fangirl of a show about badass guys who hunt monsters and is going off that to hunt itself,” Stiles exclaimed,“ So peachy.”

“Hey I might be dead but I’m still a girl!” (Y/n) glared at him,“ Anyway, We need to get to Derek and Peter.” “

Ugh why do we have to go to them?” Isaac moaned in agony,“ Peter creeps me out.”

“Because they’re the only ones who know how to help us!” (Y/n) exclaimed.

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favorite character meme [1 character]: Clyde Oberholt

“Oh, what’s this? That’s weird! Oh, okay, why don’t we check it out? 2012, top 25 under 30. And who’s that gentleman? I don’t know! Olive complexion, really Jewish; Clyde Oberholt.”