nothing about you is good everything is bad

Unpopular opinion: 2016 was actually an incredible year to me, so many cool things happened!! I’ve become independent, I learned and experienced tons of things, I’ve overcome my problems and finally I achieved what I’ve wanted for so long: I am truly happy with who I am as a person! I learned how to be happy and how to stay happy, I learned what’s important and to what extent. I realised that everything is a choice and there are literally no limits!! I finally see that every minute spent on whining and crying under a blanket is a wasted minute!! There’s literally no point in being stuck in one place, life moves forward and so should I!! Every failure is a test of persistence and determination, the key is to never stop looking for solutions!!

tl;dr Bring it on 2017, I’m ready

Distorted Thinking of the Mercury Signs
  • Aries Mercury: The Fortuneteller error (predicting a certain outcome and already treating it as fact)
  • Taurus Mercury: Tradition bias (thinking that that which is old, established, or has tradition is automatically superior or safer)
  • Gemini Mercury: Labeling (putting everything into clearly defined categories, as if life was a lab experiment)
  • Cancer Mercury: Emotional Reasoning (concluding that emotions are reality, that the way you feel reflects the truth of a situation)
  • Leo Mercury: Personalization (interpreting everything as a reaction to or opinion about you, taking opinions personally)
  • Virgo Mercury: Filtering (taking out negative details and magnifying them)
  • Libra Mercury: Fallacy of Fairness (making sure that everything is 'fair and even', even though it's not that logical or fair in a particular situation)
  • Scorpio Mercury: Polarizing (only black and white, good or bad, perfection or failure, no middle ground, all or nothing thinking)
  • Sagittarius Mercury: Overgeneralization (coming to a general conclusion based on a single incident and preaching it without sufficient factual evidence)
  • Capricorn Mercury: "Should" Statements (holding on to dogmas/rules of how things or people should/ought to be, rather than seeing how they are)
  • Aquarius Mercury: Anti tradition bias (thinking that that which is old, established, or has tradition is automatically inferior or outdated)
  • Pisces Mercury: Heaven's Reward fallacy (expecting all your sacrifice and self-denial to pay off, as if somebody was keeping score)
Used and Betrayed Sentence Starters

“Was I just a replacement for you?”

“I thought you really cared about me…. I guess I was wrong”

“I did nothing to deserve this! Not from you…”

“You were my everything, but I was your nothing”

“My fault for getting so excited and thinking you actually cared, huh?”

“Why…? Why do you do this to people??”

“Of course I used you, what good are you too me? To anyone?”

“You’re so worthless, you should thank me for it!”

“Using you was cheaper than hiring a professional”

“Don’t feel too bad about it, you were useless anyway”

“It must hurt, but if feels great to be the reason why”

“You deserved it, nobody would love something like you”

  • Mercury in Retrograde: It feels like your brain has turned to mush. You can't remember how to hold a conversation. Your words and thoughts are no longer aligned with your mouth.
  • Venus in Retrograde: It feels like everything you do is wrong. You feel isolated and alone from the rest of the world. You can barely bring yourself to do your hair and makeup.
  • Mars in Retrograde: It feels like the world is passing you by. Bad things are happening, but you don't do anything about it. All of the energy you once had has been zapped.
  • Jupiter in Retrograde: It feels like everything that can go wrong, has gone wrong. You feel like the world is out to get you.
  • Saturn in Retrograde: It feels like all of your deadlines are tomorrow, but you can't seem to find a good reason to get it done. You can't take stuff seriously anymore.
  • Uranus in Retrograde: It feels like nothing matters anymore. You can't find the energy to care. You don't want things to change, you're fine with the way things are now even if they suck.
  • Neptune in Retrograde: It feels like there's no escape. You're overworked and don't get any reward. You feel like stopping, but you can't.
  • Pluto in Retrograde: It feels like the carpet has been pulled beneath your feet. Everything is in slow motion and you feel exposed, like a bug flipped on it's back.

I’ve been reading mixed opinions about Sonja and I just want to say something myself.
Some people say they can see where she came from when she said what she said to Isak. And I mean, I get that. I get that she’s been by Even’s side through good times and bad times and that she might love him still, in her own way. Personally, my issue with Sonja is that she was literally patronizing towards both Even’s mental health and sexuality and it made me uncomfortable. No one should speak like that, not matter how much you think you know about someone and not matter that you feel entitled to do so because you’ve been knowing this someone for years. Also notice she’s just a couple of years older than Isak - two years are nothing and everything at the same time, especially at that age and in that situation. She had control of the situation over Isak, she was in a position of power because she knew, because she can say ‘I would have told you so if you listened’, because she’s seen Even having episodes before. And maybe she just genuinely thinks what she said. And I mean, as I said I can get that, I can get that even though I disapprove (also you have a kid looking desperate and on the verge of crying in front you, at least I don’t know, lower your voice or something)
What I don’t approve of, is people pointing out that she deserves respect for sticking around. Sometimes certain people can do more harm than good and just because they “stick around” it doesn’t mean it’s good you know? She talked about Even in a really condescending way and I don’t like it. She sounded like his carer, and I don’t like it. Even doesn’t need her o Isak to be his carers, that’s literally what therapists are for. He needs a lover who loves him even when things get bad, who is willing to fight for him and let him know love can absolutely happens despite mental illness. That he is worth of an happy ending, that he doesn’t have to hide that part of him anymore. Even said multiple times Sonja was too controlling/condescending and I get that she was worried and all, but Even doesn’t like it and can you all stop thinking he was saying that just because of his mental illness? He clearly struggles with how much power she has over him. She was probably full of good intentions but still acted wrongly and it happens in real life all the time.

What I like about Seventeen’s bad boy concept is that it’s nothing like the usual “dark MV, shirt lifting and hip hop beat”. The MV is all about the boys having fun and clowning around and if this isn’t the purest, softest, most beautiful bad boy concept you’ve seen, i don’t know what it is.

“Just let us do our job.”

“Yeah, this is your job. But him in there, that’s my life!”

it was the beginning of October and i always imagined we’d have the kind of love that doesnt wash away after one bad fight that we swear its nothing lets just stop talking about it. i should have known that one fight would be the ultimate toxic to our next 5 or 10 or even 50 i stopped counting. every fight i swore you’d wanna wash me out of your life and i hoped i wouldnt become a bad habit like your drugs. i wanted to be a good habit not one that ever made you sick. you and i, we’ve always been the kind to avoid our problems and disagree on about everything. you consumed my every thought, and i became a puppet under your control and i thought once i got away you would not be able to hold on to my strings, it’s as if the farther i pushed you away you held on to me even tighter. i wanted the kind of love that no one could talk you out of, not your family or your friends. i guess its funny how the thoughts in your brain show up on your skin and leave bruises in places you thought you’d never be able to hurt yourself, but i guess it felt better to get so drunk i couldnt walk straight than to have to remember how we ended up here. i left you way to many times thinking i was done but just like a bad drug i needed you at every single time i told myself i cant take it anymore just please come back. i thought i was addicted to vodka because it made you go away for a little bit, but when i was hungover instead of spinning in circles i was dialling your number so many times i swear ive memorized your voicemail. i still remember the night i called you and told you it was over, but i called you right back, i couldnt breathe and you said that you’d be right over a few hours passed and at 3am on an october morning the minus 15 weather was the last thing i was complaining about, i barely felt the cold, the tears from my eyes were warming me up. once you showed up, you smelled like coconut but i always wore vanilla and i dont wear red lipstick im into pretty pinks, so i knew when you said you’d you be right over it was going to be right after you’re done fucking her.
—  j
Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you’re feeling bad, you just look at the cats, you’ll feel better, because they know that everything is just as it is. There’s nothing to get excited about. They just know. They’ve saviors. The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever. It’s truly ridiculous.
—  Charles Bukowski, On Cats
Comic Book Starters II
  • "Iv'e been thinking a lot about everything and I'm actually feeling pretty good about life right now."
  • "You came back."
  • "I'll stop you, you maniac."
  • "Are you full of self loathing right now?"
  • "I'm not a movie spy villain."
  • "You will now be a proper agent of the cosmos."
  • "That went relatively well."
  • "Feel the frenzy building inside you."
  • "I dated a weatherman once. When we broke up I ruined his career."
  • "Okay. This looks bad."
  • "Scary, isn't it? When you can't see what's coming."
  • "Then in one awful moment you loose everything... and gain nothing."
  • "Unleash hell."
  • "I am not yer toy anymore. Understand?!"
  • "I'm no executioner."
  • "This is how your story ends."
  • "Living things have a glow around them."
  • "That's going to hurt in the morning."
  • "Once upon a time there was a cool dude..."
  • "You spend all your life wishing you were special. And now you are. But nothing is without a price."
  • "This whole thing stinks."

i can sort of understand a certain subset of the population being humorless dicks about the batman sadness spreadsheet, because a certain subset of the population is humorless dicks about everything, but what’s really baffling is people saying things like “how long did this take” or “how much time did you spend on this”

how long do u think it takes to throw >500 words into excel and take a screenshot

Thank you for believing in me when nobody else did, also thank you for helping me with my fears. These were 4 good years, I have nothing bad to say of you and nothing to complain about. You’re a good woman and a good girlfriend, thank you truly for everything.
—  What my boyfriend of 4 years and 4 months texted me today after breaking up with me yesterday because he “didn’t know” what he felt for me anymore.

No Good, Very Bad Days

Warren x Reader x Alex

A/N: Self indulgent fluff for my favourite self indulgent ship and my main fave @kurtwxgners who had a bad day and deserves cuddles from our favourite boys

Your brain feels like it has melted and is about to come pouring out of your ears. Fumbling for your keys in the bottom of your bag, you slump against the wall next to your apartment door, doing your best not to think about the terrible, awful, no good, very bad day you just had. There had been no real coffee that morning, so you’d had to settle for decaf, nothing seemed to go right at work, everything felt hellishly stressful and all you really want to do is curl up in your cosiest pyjamas and stay in bed for the next hundred years or so. Finally locating your keys at the bottom of a pocket in your bag they definitely were not supposed to be in, you walk into your apartment and straight through to your bedroom to change out of your work clothes.

Pulling a sweater over your head (you’re not sure whether it’s Warren’s or Alex’s, and you really don’t care at the moment), you head out to the main living area where both boys are watching TV on the couch and flop down into an arm chair, curling up against the cushions. A couple seconds later, you hear the volume on the TV drop, and then Warren is scooping you up, lifting you gently out of your chair before carrying you over to the couch and settling you in his lap, rubbing soothing circles across your shoulders.

“Bad day?” Alex asks, voice gentle. You mumble incoherently, burying your face against Warren’s chest, too tired and brain dead to form a comprehensive reply, and Alex hums sympathetically, giving your hand a comforting squeeze before getting up from the couch. Warren presses a soft kiss to your temple, tucking you closer against him.

“You wanna talk about it or no?” He asks gently and you shake your head, leaning back into the circle of his arms.

“I just wanna eat dinner, watch some bad TV and go to bed early,” You mumble tiredly, and he just nods. You hear footsteps as Alex returns to the couch, sitting down beside Warren and slinging an arm around his shoulders.

“I put a frozen pizza in the oven. I figured you didn’t want to cook and none of us want to endure my terrible cooking, so we can eat pizza in front of the TV,” He suggests, reaching out to tilt your chin up so he can lean in and kiss you. “How does that sound?” He asks, thumb brushing softly across your cheek, and you smile gratefully up at him.

“That sounds perfect, baby.”

Now My Neck is Open Wide, Begging For A Fist Around It (Audrey Jensen Imagine)

A/N: I”m trash.

Warning: making out, maybe sex. Probably sex. You’ve been warned.

Everything seemed to be stressing you out; school, work, getting into a good college. Life was stressing you out. There was so much to worry about and it was all beginning to become too much. You slammed shut your text book and took in a deep breath, it was time for a break. When things began to become too much for you like this, you always had some sort of outlet. Nothing too bad though, sometimes it was just taking from your mother’s wine collection. A lot of the time it was hooking up with Audrey Jensen.

You don’t remember how it started, your little hook ups with Audrey. But they had been going on for a while now and neither of you complained. You were too busy to be in a committed relationship and relationships weren’t really your thing either. Audrey didn’t seem to mind and if she did, she didn’t say anything. You knew for a fact though that Noah didn’t like you very much and thought you were just using his friend for sex. But that was exactly what you were doing, you were using her for sex. For your own gain. You didn’t feel bad though, if she wanted to stop she would just tell you. But she hasn’t said anything, you knew she enjoyed your encounters.

You ran a hand through your messy hair and grabbed your cell phone from your desk. You stopped to think for a moment, maybe you shouldn’t be doing this right now. You should really get your homework done. But you couldn’t get yourself to focus. So instead you sent a quick text to Audrey telling her to come over. That was the only reason the two of you were hung out, you didn’t really see each other outside of your hook ups. You hung out with a different crowd of people than her and no one really knew about the two of you. The only reason you knew about Noah not liking you was because he made it known.

Some time had passed since you had sent your text and now the two of you were making out on your bed. Your hand was tangled in her hair as she grabbed your waist with one hand and held herself up with the other. You moved your hands down her body and pulled on her shirt to bring her closer to you. Her weight was on you which didn’t bother you any, you weren’t uncomfortable at all. Her hands were in your hair, tugging slightly. You let out a small moan as she pulled once more. You broke away from her mouth to get some air but soon your mouth was on her mouth and you were leaving traces of kisses on the areas you could reach.

“Y/N,” she moaned as you bit down ever so slightly. You knew exactly how to tease her and make her want more. Teasing was fun for you, you had the control. You had the power and you were going to use it against her. When it came to your hook ups, you liked to be the one in charge. You wanted it when you wanted it and Audrey almost never disappointed, you could see why Noah didn’t like you. You wouldn’t like this if it were happening to your best friend but you knew it would be none of your business. Audrey and you both knew what you were doing and could stop whenever you wanted.

Her hands left your hair and found their way to the bottom of your shirt. She lifted her body from yours and she slid your shirt up and over your head. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her lips to yours. You wanted her now but you had to be patient, not for yourself but for her. You wanted to continue to tease her until you both couldn’t stand it. Her hands cupped your breasts and squeezed ever so gently, a small gasp escaped your lips and now it was her turn to smirk. There was no way you were going to let her keep that smirk on her face, so you flipped over so that now you were on top and she was underneath you.

The sudden change caught the dark haired girl off guard and her mouth went a bit wide at your sudden movements. You took no time to reach for the button of her pants, your hands trailed down exposed stomach until you reached her pants button. But you didn’t unbutton it, not yet. You let your hand rest there for a moment as you looked at her, desire and lust were written all over her face. Instead of unbuttoning her jeans, you used your hands to lift your weight. You traced kisses along her stomach, stopping just above her jeans, and then making your way back up. You grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, her back arched towards you as you lifted her shirt over her head.

Her bare stomach against yours made your mind go places, places that you weren’t entirely proud of. You wanted her skin against yours , her body close to yours. You trailed kisses up her stomach and stopped at her bra. Black, of course. You slipped your hand underneath the material as your mouth found hers again, a moan escaped from her lips as you gently squeezed. She pushed her body from the body and undid her bra, she flung the article of clothing to the side and her hands were now in your hair. You pulled your body from hers and straddled her hips. You undid your own bra and dropped the clothing onto her face.

“Hey!” she glared for a moment before tossing your bra to the side. You didn’t give her much time to glare because soon you were unbuttoning her jeans, her breathing picked up at your actions. A smirk played on your face as you ran your hand softly against the skin of her stomach. You suddenly stopped which caused a whine to escape the girl.

You got up from your position on the bed and went over to your desk, sitting on top of the smooth surface. She stared at you in disbelief from your bed as you smirked and batted your eyelashes. “What?” you said innocently. You had left her a mess on your bed just for the fun of it, you had every intention of continuing but this was going to be fun. “Oh, you wanted me to continue? That’s too bad.”

Before you could say anything else, she was out of your bed and kissing you roughly, her hands pulling at your hair. You moaned as you wrapped your legs around the girl’s waist and your arms around her neck. She lifted you from the desk and soon you were feeling the surface of the cold wall against your back, a shiver ran down your back at the sudden chill. “God damn it, Jensen,” you whispered against her lips. You tugged gently at her bottom lip with your teeth and growled. 

Soon you were back on your bed and her hands were undoing your pants and pulling them down. She threw them out of the way and began to kiss eagerly at the insides of you thighs. Your breath hitched when you felt her lips get closer and closer to where you wanted them to be. You were growing impatient with her teasing but you knew you deserved it, you were always teasing her and now it was her turn. She slid your panties down and out of the way. Her hands were cold as they touched the inside of your thighs, she slowly inched closer and closer until her hands were hovering over your area. She knew what you wanted, but she was going to make you beg.

“Audrey,” you whined before she began to rub your clit, slowly and gently. You wanted more. Moans escaped your mouth as she picked up speed. She was always so careful with you and you felt safe in her arms. She began to trail kisses down your stomach and on the inside of your thighs. Soon her mouth was on your vagina and her tongue was exploring. Your hands gripped her hair tightly as she seemed to know all of the right places to make you squirm. “F-fuck,” you mutter.

And almost instantly she was gone, her body was no longer against yours. It was your turn to stare in disbelief at the now sitting Audrey. “Oh, you wanted me to continue?”

“Fuck you.” Your comment earned a laugh from the other girl. But her laugh was cut short when you sat up from your spot and pressed your lips roughly against hers. Your hands cupped her breast as the two of you lip locked, moans escaped her mouth. Your hands trailed down to her pants and you unbuttoned the button but before you could do anything else, she slapped your hands away. You were confused until without a warning, she gently stuck a finger inside you. You gasped at the sudden contact, she looked at you with concern. You nodded, telling her to continue.

Your moans filled the air as she continued to work her magic, it was like she had control of your body. She trailed kisses down your neck as you gripped her hair. “F-fuck,” you moaned into her ear. “I’m close.” You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. She bit down gently on your shoulder and sucked at the skin. You clumsily unzip her jeans and stick your hand into her pants. You weren’t as graceful as you’d like to be, but you slid her panties to the side and began to rub against her clit. She let out a moan and stopped what she was doing for a moment, only to pick up speed once she continued.

Soon you were a mess at her hands and you could tell she was getting close too. “A-Audrey,” you moaned her name as you came. She followed soon after. Your lips clumsily found hers as you wrapped your arms around her neck, you were practically on her lap. It was like you needed her like you needed air, but you would never let her know that.

“Be mine,” she whispers against your lips.

“I don’t know how to be someone’s.”

“I can teach you.” You pressed your forehead to hers and shut your eyes. This terrified you. You had been hurt before and you didn’t want to get hurt again. “Please?” You could hear the desperation in her voice, you knew she wanted more. And for the first time, you found yourself opening up to the idea. It wasn’t that you hadn’t thought about it before, it just scared you. Hook ups were just easier.

“O-okay,” you said softly.

A/N: Fuck i’m trash. here you go. it got emotional at the end.

Watching Jack just makes me forget about everything. It’s like the rest of the world slows down and goes quiet and I can just watch him be silly, goof around, listen to his laugh and nothing can fix my mood like that. He has been an incredible source of positivity and laughter through good and bad days and I don’t think I will ever be grateful enough for him. Im not an artist, I can’t draw and make fanart, I can’t make cool edits or even simple gifs. But I can say thank you. Thank you for the laughs, the tears, the spooks, the excitement, the inspiration, and more than anything, thank you for bringing me faith that there is good on this planet. You are a role model, and the best friend I’ve ever had.

anonymous asked:

I had a grandmother walk in with her granddaughter all ready to buy a ferret. I asked how much she knew about them. She said nothing. Didnt even have a cage. As someone with 2 ferrets and did weeks of research before I got my first, I told her everything; the good and the bad. She walked out with a betta and a tank. Oh and I needed to convince her to get the 2.5 gallon kit and not the mini kit. Couldn't get her to get a bigger tank.

Sounds like you’re doing a fantastic job! Glad everyone could leave happy in that situation- if she had to be convinced to give a betta a proper home, I can’t imagine her having a ferret. Yikes. Thanks for looking out for them!

People with money just love to glorify poverty.
“Poor people have character!”
“Money is the root of all evil!”
“Rich people are actually unhappy”
“Poor people get everything handed to them”
And I always see this said by people who have money. They keep trying to make poor people feel bad for wanting money and for wanting a better life.
There’s nothing good about not having enough or anything to eat, not being able to pay the bills, working multiple jobs just to feed your kids.
If I put a person with money in my position they would not be talking about how great being poor is. Fuck you.

“You know you can tell me anything” (Simon D x Reader)

Requested by anon. Just a warning, this talks about depression so please if you are triggered, just keep scrolling. Enjoy!

Originally posted by akookiepls

Depression was not an easy thing to deal with. Even though you had recovered, you knew that just some days were going to be difficult, you would be out of it and just sad, that’s just how it is. So whenever you got in a relationship you made sure they were aware of that, you didn’t want to fool them, or act like it’s nothing. You were not embarassed about what happened, you got through it.

That’s what you did with Kiseok. You told him everything about that and warned him that if he couldn’t handle it then he should leave. He stayed with you, he was strong enough to stick around, through the good and the bad. Even though sometimes he didn’t know what to do, he showed you with his actions how he wanted to help, just by a touch, a hug, a kiss.

Today was one of those days. You were barely functioning, it was just enough to get you through work. When you came back you took your clothes off and laid to your bed, you were not feeling sad… in reality you were feeling nothing, just tired.

Kiseok reliased what happened, since you hadn’t called or texted him it only meant one thing. He decided to leave work a tad bit early, he got your favorite movie and a few snacks.

‘I’m outside’

‘The key is under the mat’

You texted back, a small smile appeared on your lips. Within seconds you heard the keys jiggling, and his strong steps against the floor. He quickly got under the covers and wrapped his arms around your figure, feeling your hot flesh and soft skin.

“What’s wrong babe?”


“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded as you felt his full set of lips touch your cheek, as his other hand went through your hair.

“There’s nothing really I can’t say… I’m just tired”

“Alright. Oh I almost forgot”

He pulled away from you, you heard some plastic bag being ruffled and soon enough there was a bag of your favorite chips and candy in front of you.

“I picked these for you”

“Thank you”

For a reply you got a kiss atop of your head, as he brought you closer to him.

“You are welcome love, I’m always here for you”

orangedodge  asked:

I'm still confused by why they didn't make a Shang Chi show. Isn't he more popular than Danny anyway? Danny's been little more than his joke hanger-on for years

There is literally NOTHING about this thing’s existence that makes sense at this point. They didn’t even bother making sure the FIGHT SCENES were good. For a show about a MARTIAL ARTS HERO. Nor did they cast a MARTIAL ARTIST TO PLAY SAID MARTIAL ARTS HERO.

And it’s not like this is an enterprise known for a) bad casting, b) low quality, or c) BAD FIGHT SCENES.

Originally posted by sorry-no-more-no-less

SO HOW THE HELL DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN? You’d think that, given the controversy, they’d do everything possible to try and combat the naysaying by making sure everything, at least on a superficial level, was perfect. But nooooope. They screwed up the most obvious shit possible. I’m just like…

Originally posted by acklesjensen

The only thing I can actually think of is that no one actually wanted to make this show at all, but there was some kind of weird contractual obligation to bring this specific character to the screen.