now that i test my eyes

anonymous asked:

When I think back to how awful Robert was as a teenager and Aaron too, I'm less inclined to jump on the lets hate Liv bandwagon. Tonight we had two grown women acting more childishly for far less understandable reasons. Liv will not be this way for ever. She's testing her brother's loyalty, yes, but Robert's done that to Aaron many times ( and in worse ways) yet he's been forgiven far more easily. Aaron is an incredibly loving and forgiving person, so he's bound to go easy on his only sister.

Aaron and Robert were terrible and far worse than what Liv is like now. The Liv hate, I roll my eyes at most of the time, sometimes she gets on my nerves but people only don’t like her because she’s in Aaron and Robert’s life and people just want to see them sucking face every five seconds and not be a family, so anything she does wrong they jump on her. What would punishing Liv tonight have achieved, not a lot. She was feeling insecure because she thought if she did something wrong then Aaron would kick her out, yeah she was testing boundaries but all she needed was some reassurance and that’s what she got. She wasn’t doing anything malicious. That’s not to say she doesn’t need ground rules because she does but she’s a teenager, all teenagers act up at some point wether they are punished or not. Aaron might be her guardian but he’s also her brother and he missed out on a lot of her life so he is trying to be that too. Not sure why people are making tonight it into such a big deal.

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16, Killerwave.

Okay so I’m 99% sure this isn’t what you had in mind, but it’s what I’m giving you anyway, because Caitlin and Cisco are my brotp to end all brotps, okay? Hope you enjoy…


“I did a pregnancy test.”

The jarring sound of metal against metal fills the lab as Cisco fumbles his latest engineering project and drops it on the table. He stares up at Caitlin with wide eyes, looking all too much like a deer caught in headlights, and pulls the bright, cherry red sucker from his mouth.

“You did what now?” he asks.

Caitlin’s nose scrunches and she wrings her hands. “I did a pregnancy test,” she says again.

Cisco nods absently. “Okay,” he says. “Yeah. So that is what I heard the first time.”

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The Right Time (Requested Justin Bieber Imagine)

Request: Can you do an imagine where Justin and Y/N try to have a baby but the test comes back negative? 

C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.

I sat impatiently on the bathroom floor, my legs crossed indian-style. I rocked back and forth slightly, crossing my fingers and squeezing my eyes closed in attempts to bring any form of miracle to this situation that I was in right now: me waiting for the results of this pregnancy test.

I wanted this, I wanted this so bad that I could and probably would cry. Justin and I have been trying to have a baby for what felt like forever, but in reality it was only a couple of months. But, every time that I felt like I was actually pregnant or that the next time was going to be different than all of our past attempts, it wasn’t

The timer on my phone went off, and with a shakily hand I swiped the dismiss bar so the noise would stop. I took a deep breath and picked up the stick that was lying on the edge of the bath tub. Please, please, please let this be it. I closed my eyes and opened them slowly only to see ‘negative’ written big and clear on the little screen. 

My heart fell to my stomach and I threw the wand against the wall of the bathroom in frustration before bringing my hands up to my face and letting all of my tears of irritation fall down my face carelessly. 

Why is this not working?

I heard the front door open and close from down stairs and a happy voice yell into the quietness that consumed the house, “I’m home, babe!” 

I didn’t move, though. I couldn’t move. My heart hurt and I felt energy less, I wasn’t pregnant, I wasn’t going to bring a baby into this world, and I hated every moment of this whole situation. 

The lack of response probably scared Justin because moments later he bust through the bathroom door. When he took in the scene in front of him, he knew exactly what had just happened: tears were falling down my face, a pregnancy test was thrown on the opposite side of the bathroom, and the empty wrapper and box lied besides me on the floor. 

Justin let out a sigh and sat down next to me, wrapping me into his big warm arms, “Baby-”

“I don’t get it,” I cried, “We’ve tried everything. Am I not able to get pregnant? Is there something wrong with me?” 

Justin ran his warm hand up and down my arm comfortingly, “Nothing is wrong with you,” he whispered, “Now is just not the time, that’s all this means.”

That’s what all of the past tries have meant.

We stayed quiet for a while, Justin still holding me in his arms, “I want this so bad,” I finally said, breaking our silence.

Justin smiled slightly, before pressing his lips to my forehead, “I want it just as bad, but it will happen. God has a plan for us, and when he decides to bless us with a child I know for damn sure you’ll be a great mom.”

I let out a little laugh, and wiped at my dried up tears, “I love you.” 

“I love you more,” Justin chuckled, squeezing my body into his.

2 months later

“I’ll be back in an hour! Scooter wants me to meet him down at the office for a meeting about my release dates for the next album,” Justin called from the living room. 

I was standing in front of the island in our kitchen, cutting up the produce that I had just bought from the grocery store a couple nights prior. Justin walked into the kitchen with a smile and kissed me goodbye, “I’ll be back.”

“Have fun, tell Scooter I said hey,” I responded, kissing his lips one last time before he walked towards the kitchen doorway.

“I will, bye baby.”

“Bye!” I called out after him. 

I set down the knife I was using to slice the strawberries, and I walked over to the radio that was set up on the counter. I clicked it on and danced around the kitchen, grabbing multiple tupperware containers to separate the different fruits.

Everything was going great, life was going great. In the past two months Justin and I had worked on our relationship, making it better for us together and our individual selves. Not that anything was really wrong between us, but spending the time together with us, and just us, taught us so much more about each other than what we actually knew from the previous four years we’ve spent together. 

We were happier than ever.

Time passed slowly with each passing song that played through on the selected playlist that was playing, and I couldn’t careless. I continued meal prepping, cutting up fruit, putting fruit in bowls, and putting them away, dancing while doing it. 

My stomach flipped and suddenly a lump formed in my throat, making my tongue tingle. Oh no. I sprinted to the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat as vomit spewed out of my mouth, barely making it into the toilet bowl. I sat there on my knees in front of the now messy toilet and sighed. That was weird

I walked upstairs, brushed my teeth, and went back downstairs to clean up any mess that may have been made. Anything and everything hit my mind all at once: why did I just throw up? Is it food poisoning? The flu? Should I go to the doctors? 

So many possibilities skipped through my mind, but one in particular never left: was I pregnant? I couldn’t be. I mean, sure. It was a possibility. Justin and I had clearly have had sex in the past two month, and I mean a lot of sex. 

But this can’t happen for me. I can’t get pregnant.

I never went to a doctor, only because I didn’t want to hear those four words come out of a professional’s mouth. But, I just assumed since it has never happened before. 

My mind flashed back to the past nights that Justin and I got intimate; one night, three weeks ago in particular. Justin and I were tangled in the sheets all night, going round after round, not because we were trying to conceive a child but because we were craving each other so much more than usual. 

I could still feel the wet kisses he left down my neck and the sweet yet aggressive way he held on to my thighs as he pounded into me over and over again that night, sending chills down my spine. 

I need to know.

I went back to the bathroom in Justin and I’s room and dug through the cabinets pulling out the boxes of unused pregnancy tests I bought months ago. I unwrapped the wand, throwing the trash on the floor and immediately I began the process. I drank a glass of water and waited until the urge to pee overcame my body, and once it did I wasted no time at all to pee on the stick. 

I set the stick on the tub, and pressed my back against the wall with my knees to my chest. I set the timer and waited. It felt like hours passed until the timer actually went off and when it did, I froze. 

What if it’s negative? I don’t want to go through this again. I don’t want to go through the pain and doubt in my female abilities to produce a child. I can’t.

I sat there not moving, I stared at the stick that was sitting on the tub wondering what it said this time. I needed to know, but I didn’t want to know. But, I knew I had to look. 

My heartbeat quickened and I took in a deep breath before grabbing the pregnancy stick in my hand. I looked down at the test and when I did, I screamed. 

Pregnant.

This was happening, I was going to be a mom and Justin was going to be a dad. This was real life and it was happening. 

What if it’s a false positive? I questioned myself. Maybe the test is old and it’s not really a positive? I bought these two months ago. I needed a new one. 

I quickly slipped on my shoes and ran to my car that was parked in the large driveway, pulling out in a rush but carefully all at once. I found the closest CVS and parked the car, practically sprinting into the store and right to isle nine, the isle I found myself in a lot a few months ago. 

I grabbed the box and walked over to the cashier, handing over the box and the ten dollars it cost. The whole way home I found myself holding my stomach, hoping and pleading internally that there was actually a little human in there. 

I raced back up to the bathroom, peeing on the three new sticks and waiting for each result. Time passed incredibly slow and I was growing more and more impatient. I paced the bathroom and crossed my fingers, this has to be it.

The timer went off again, and I looked over at the three tests that were sitting on the counter with the results displayed:

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

And Pregnant.

I’m a mom. I’m a mom. I’M A MOM! I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. The happy tears. It was our time. 

“Baaaaaaabe!” I heard Justin yell happily from downstairs, and the front door slam behind him.

I stayed quiet and Justin once again burst into the bathroom. He sighed and his expression fell: I was on the floor crying with multiple pregnancy tests sprawled out around the floor. 

“Baby, I know it’s hard-” 

“I’m pregnant,” I cried, cutting him off. 

“Wait, what?” Justin questioned, shaking his head in confusion.

“I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad, I’m going to be a mom. We’re going to be parents!” I exclaimed, tears still falling from my tear ducts.

Justin dropped to his knees as a smile took over his face, “Oh my god, babe. We did it!” he cheered, reaching for my stomach. 

We sat there holding each other on the bathroom floor, just like we did two months ago. Except this time, the time was right

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Teen Wolf Preference: How They’d Cheer You Up

- with Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Liam and Derek -


STILES

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

“Okay Y/N, what’s up?”

You look up as you hear your boyfriend’s voice through the thick layer of annoying thoughts that are rampaging in your head. And you are slightly surprised as you realize that you’ve arrived at his house. You never even noticed that he pulled into the driveway, much less killed the roaring engine of the jeep. Now it’s awfully quiet and Stiles’ hazel eyes rest on you inquiringly.

You sigh and rub your temples. “I’m sorry. I just had a really shitty day.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Do you remember this incredibly important test in History that I had to take the day after the night we had to catch that kanima?”

He nods slowly.

“Well, I didn’t pass. Which means that I have to pass the next and last one or I’ll lose my scholarship. My parents will freak out.”

You are freaking out too, by the way. Major. The pressure is crazy and you hate pressure. You never really function under pressure.

Stiles observes you for a moment, frowning slightly and concern written all over his face. He wants you to keep the scholarship too because it’s the only way you can visit the same college next year. But instead of blaming you for anything, he softly cups your face and gives you one long kiss that calms you down a bit.

Then he leans his forehead against yours and mumbles: “You know what? We’ll get out of that jeep now and forget about that stupid test for tonight. We’ll worry about it tomorrow, but not today.”

“Stiles, I don’t think I can.”

“I have a plan. You know me, I always have a plan. Come on.”

He gives you a little nudge and his reassuring smile finally encourages you to open the door and climb out of the jeep. As soon as you enter Stiles’ home, he orders you onto the couch and tells you not to move because he has to make a call. So you wait patiently. You don’t want to move anyway, it’s much easier to dwell on your self-pity in a horizontal position and snuggled into your favourite blanket.

At first you can hear him talking to someone without understanding what he’s saying, then you hear him rummaging in the kitchen and ask yourself what the hell he’s doing. Another ten minutes later he returns into the living room, wearing a big smile.

“It’s here!”, he announces and walks towards the front door to open it without further explanation. You turn your head but it’s impossible to see who he’s greeting. “Ah yeah, thank you! That’s your tip.”

As Stiles turns around, he’s carrying a huge pizza box from Giovanni’s. The best pizza place in the whole wide world. He balances it on his hands, his grin widening as he discovers your eager gaze, and comes over before he sits down next to you.

“Is that…?”

“Your favourite pizza from your favourite Italian guy? Yes. Are we gonna watch that movie you wanted to watch with me for months now? Yes. Am I making popcorn with caramel sauce in the kitchen? Yes. That’s how this day will turn into a good one.”

He beams at you expectantly and you are dumbfounded for a moment. Then you just throw yourself into his arms and hug him tightly.

“How do I even deserve you?”, you mumble while he chuckles softly.

“Well, you are putting up with my shit and you are understanding every time I am coming late because of pack business. That’s a lot more than I could ask for.”

You smile at him. The first smile you are displaying today. Then you lean in and kiss him.

“I love you”, you mumble.

“Love you too.”


SCOTT

Originally posted by ragazzosarcastico

You are lying on a canvas chair in Scott’s garden, the sun shining in your face and a soft breeze brushing your skin. It could be a perfect day. It actually should be. What is there to wish for with your amazing boyfriend holding your hand and the chance to enjoy a rare moment of peace? You have no idea but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re in a really bad mood today. You have been trying to get yourself out of that dark cloud the whole day but it’s not working at all.

And you know that Scott must be smelling it. He keeps on shooting you concerned glances that you have been ignoring up until now because you really don’t wanna bother him with something so stupid. He has enough on his plate.

After a while though, Scott turns on his elbow and looks at you. “Y/N, are you mad at me?”, he asks you softly but also with a trace of uncertainty because he obviously doesn’t know what he’s done wrong.

“What? No!”, you reassure him quickly. “No, I’m not mad at you. It’s just…I’m feeling a little down today, I’m sorry.”

“Okay…”, he mumbles. “Would you prefer to…you know…go home and be alone for a while or…?”

You really appreciate it. You know very well that Scott is not suggesting that because he wants to get rid of you but because he’s the most thoughtful person ever. He’d give you those hours on your own although he wants to spend it with you himself. But actually, you don’t want to be alone.

“No, I wanna be with you today. We don’t have those opportunities too often.”

“Alright”, he retorts. Then he observes you for a while, biting his lower lip and eyes squinted. He seems to be thinking hard about something. Five minutes later, he suddenly jumps up.

“I’ll be right back!”, he announces before he disappears into the house.

You sigh to yourself and close your eyes. You couldn’t even be mad if he’d just jump onto his motorbike and disappear, you are not really the best company today. You try to concentrate on more positive thoughts. On the warmth of the sun on your skin, the chirping of the birds, the rustling of the leaves in the wind. At least you do that, emptying your mind, until something suddenly hits your upper body and an icy cold wave washes over you.

You open your eyes and gasp, staring at the water covering your body. Then you look at Scott who is standing next to the door with a big smirk on his face and two buckets full with waterbombs to his sides.

“You should hurry or I’ll totally beat you at this”, he says, a playful glimmer in his eyes. You hesitate for a second. Then your competitive nature takes over and you just jump up from the canvas chair, running for one of the buckets.

And a full waterbomb battle breaks out. You are running through the garden, shooting the waterfilled balloons at him and cheering whenever you hit a head shot. After a few seconds, you are both dripping and you are laughing hysterically. All of a sudden you are having the fun of your life just because Scott knows you better than anybody else.

As all your waterbombs are used, you start for the hoe but Scott catches you before you can get there, lifts you from your feet and whirls you around. Afterwards you stay like that, wrapped in his arms with your body against his chest and smiling like an idiot.

“There it is, the smile I love so much”, he mumbles into your hair.

You chuckle, stand on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. He really deserves a best boyfriend ever award.


ISAAC

You are boiling inside from anger while you are walking through the hallways of your school. Not even the fact that school’s over for today and the weekend’s coming can cheer you up. To be honest: you just wanna go home and scowl for the rest of the evening and night.

Lydia says her goodbyes as you walk through the front door and you discover your boyfriend at the parking lot, waiting for you. To your surprise, Isaac is sitting on Scott’s green motorbike with two helmets in his hands and displaying his typical smirk.

“Ehm, what’s going on here?”, you ask him after you leaned in to give him a quick kiss.

“Well, I could smell that you are still angry at Harrison because he said that your answer was wrong…”

“Although it was one hundred percent right!”, you interrupt him, feeling the fury rising inside of you all over again as you remember the conversation.

Isaac grins at you. “Exactly. So I planned a little surprise for you.”

“You know that I hate surprises.”

“Yeah, but this is gonna be a good one. Also: I had to promise Scott a thousand stupid things to get the motorbike. You can’t say no. Come on, hop on.”

He pats the seat behind him and you give in with a sigh. You aren’t really able to say no to Isaac anyway. So you pull over the helmet, wrap your arms around his waist and try not to wonder if he’s even able to drive a motorbike as he starts the engine.

Obviously he can. At least you are feeling quite safe as you drive down the streets and out of the city. While you are observing the rays of sunlight in his curly hair and the wind is stroking your face, you don’t even understand why you’ve been angry in the first place. This isn’t so bad. Not at all.

Only as you leave the road and drive onto a path into thick woods, you yell: “Isaac, where are we going?”

“We are almost there, babe!”, he just says, rushing the motorbike up a steep hill.

As soon as you reach its peak, he stops and kills the engine. You throw a look at the location and go speechless. You are having perfect view of the whole town from here and it’s still surrounded by pure nature. A soft breeze, chirping birds…like a scenery from a children’s book.

“Oh my God, Isaac!”, you exclaim, jumping from the bike and walking to the edge. “Where are we?”

“Liam recommended the spot. And I brought two blankets and food, so we can stay here forever if we like to.”

He smiles at you brightly and you quickly overcome the little distance to press your lips on his.

“You’re the best.”

“I know. Your gain”, he mumbles.

You walk to the edge arm in arm, use one of the blankets to sit on and the other to wrap around the two of you. Isaac pulls you into a tight embrace and you let your head rest on his shoulder, just enjoying his presence and the view. Your anger is gone for good now. You don’t even remember it anymore. All that’s left is your love for Isaac. And you are looking forward to some hours of making out and sharing Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.


LIAM

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Great. Even bingewatching Supernatural on Netflix isn’t cheering you up. That means your situation is really serious and you are gonna feel bad and scowl for the rest of the night. You hate conflicts. So you usually just stay out of arguments but this time you had a really rough one with your best friend Lydia and you haven’t talked to each other since. You are feeling guilty and defensive at the same time.

You throw yourself around on the matrass, pull the blanket over your face and push out an annoyed growl. You try to relax and close your eyes in the attempt to find some sleep although you know perfectly well that this won’t work for at least another three hours.

That’s when you hear a sudden bang and are almost startled to death. You rip the blanket from your eyes, your pulse speeding up, and search your room for the source of the noise. Only as you realize that it’s your boyfriend Liam struggling with your window you exhale in relief.

“God, Liam, what are you doing here?”, you hiss, not able to hide the last traces of shock although you are obviously happy to see him.

He is still having some difficulty with climbing into your room, his voice is a little muffled as he answers. “Well, I heard that you are having some trouble with Lydia and I figured that you’d like to have some company. But I knew that your parents wouldn’t be very pleased if I’d just rang the doorbell, so this was my only option. Could you maybe give me a hand here?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.”

You leave your bed to help him through the window. Then he pulls you into a hug and you feel how the tension immediately leaves your body. It just needs his presence and the smell of his perfume to calm you down.

“You wanna talk about it?”, he asks you softly, stroking your back.

You shake your head. “No, it was just a stupid fight about something unimportant. Can we just cuddle so I don’t have to think about it anymore?”

“Course”, he answers with your favourite smile and pulls you to your bed. Your parents usually don’t allow Liam to stay over for the night, therefore this is something special. He lies down next to you, arranges the blanket over you and wraps his arm around your waist. Then he presses a kiss onto your head and you are feeling absolutely comfortable being the little spoon.

“This is nice. We should do this more often”, you mumble.

Liam chuckles lightly. “Yes, until your parents catch us and kill me. But I guess it’s worth the risk. Look, you are even able to smile again.”

He’s right, his words have brought a grin to your face. Sometimes it’s so easy. And the best thing about having a werewolf as your boyfriend: you don’t even have to use many words. He can smell and hear what you feel. He can sense the wave of affection and love for him that dripples through your body right now.

Maybe you should consider to have arguments with friends more frequently. If that means he will climb through your window at night.


DEREK

“Aren’t you one aggressive cupcake”, Derek states randomly as you enter the loft and earns a glare from you for that. Although he’s right, of course. As usually. You are angry as hell.

“I have my reasons”, you just grumble.

Derek stops to read the notes on the table and looks at you, raising his eyebrows.  “And what are those?”

You huff and run your fingers through your hair, trying to calm yourself. Then it just breaks out of you. “Well, I met two charming ladies at work who always made fun of me in middle school. And you know what? They thought it would be funny to do the exact same thing today. Although they haven’t made anything out their own lives. I mean, you’d think people grow up but no!”

Derek stares at you in astonishment for a moment, processing your little outbreak of emotions. Then he puts the notes aside with a little smile on his face and comes over.

“Doesn’t look like you at all that you’d let them get under your skin”, he states, putting a hand on your shoulder and softly stroking it.

You sigh. “I know. I guess it’s a sore spot.”

“Well, we need to get all that passive aggressiveness out of your system or I’ll go crazy. Your heart beat is really loud. Come on.”

He pulls you into another room of the loft, one of the rooms he likes to use as much as possible. It’s full with various workout devices like treadmills, a pull-up bar and other stuff that you can’t even name. Your destination is the punching bag in the corner and you have to laugh as you grasp that he’s leading you there.

“You want me to throw some punches?”, you ask him amused.

Derek grins down at you and grabs the gloves from the shelf. “Yes. It will help, I promise.”

You consider it for a moment. You are pretty sure that you’ll look like an idiot and you don’t like to look like an idiot in front of him. On the other hand it’s kinda appealing to imagine the punching bag being their faces. Very appealing. Appealing enough for you to give in and take the gloves on.

Derek steps behind the punching bag and holds it still before he gives you tips how to deal with it. At first you are feeling stupid but after some time your punches become more frequent and you are actually sensing the adrenaline rushing through your veins. It’s a great feeling. Almost liberating. You get all your anger out there without filtering it, clenching your teeth and putting your whole body weight into your movements until sweat covers your skin. The anger reaches its height and then slowly leaves your body until you are feeling a lot calmer. Their stupid grins slowly fade from your inner eye and are replaced by Derek’s proud face.

As you are out of breath, you step back from the punching back and pull the gloves from your hands.

“That was better than expected”, you admit.

“And it was very fascinating to watch you”, Derek adds with a smirk that makes your heart flutter. It’s crazy what an effect he has on you.

“I’m glad you appreciated the show. But I really need a shower now.”

“My shower is big enough for two”, he says. A hopeful glance has appeared in his eyes. Well, why not? He deserves that for all he’s doing for you. And who would say no to a shower with Derek Hale anyway?

So you grab his hands and drag him upstairs. This shitty day quickly turned into a really good one.


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GIRL MEETS THE REAL WORLD REVIEW

SOOOO HONESTLY LOVED THIS EP BECAUSE MY MAIN THREE PEOPLE WERE FRONT AND CENTER! ALL EYES ON ROW,AMIR,PEY & AUG! i was so glad that they was the mains and i didn’t have to watch others.

ROW AND AMIR WHERE THE ACTUAL MAINS IN THIS EP?? WAS I DREAMING?? 

I don’t appreciate the fact that they made Riley DUMB AGAIN! DON’T @ ME BECAUSE THEY REALLY TESTING MY PATIENCE.. Like was Riley not the one talking bout Malaria.. was Riley not the one who turned all the girls into feminist’s??? did Riley not learn about the poor.. hence why she now out here giving the homeless man atleast $1-2 each day?? like what are these writers tryna do?? stop making my babygirl look naive! she know’s stuff and they keep dragging her charater back soo may times when she already knows stuff like what they foreal doing?? stop making Baby girl look dumb when she know alot of stuff thanks.. she can be comedic relief without making her look dumb

ALSO NO SHADE OR NOTHING BUT LIKE I COULDN’T STOP LAUGHING AT THE FACT THAT ROWAN IS THE ONE OUT OF HER AND SAB WHO KNOW THE MOST ABOUT THE WORLD AND HER SURROUNDINGS SO TO MAKE RILEY SEEM DUMB AND LOST WAS HELLA ANNOYING BECAUSE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT FOR RILEY TO KNOW ABOUT THE WORLD BECAUSE ROWAN DOES AND IT WOULD HAVE PLAYED AN IMPORTANT ROLL but nope they went ahead and made Maya look like she out here talking world problems… like Sab doing…

ya’ll should know i can’t help it… shade is in my blood

AMIRRRR MY BABY BOO GOT HELLA SCREEN TIME AND I FELT BLESSED! IF YOU STILL QUESTIONING IF AMIR CAN ACTUALLY ACT YOU CAN LEAVE YOU JUST A PLAIN HATER! im so glad they gave him more screen time bless him, i felt bad for Zay when Riley ate his dam cookie :’) but like legit his gran really holding out on him… making a bunch of cookies and sending one cookie to Newyork from Texas..?? like dammmmm!!! The reasoning was cute tho

LUCAS AND ZAY TOGETHER AGAIN! BLESSINGS ON BLESSINGS! I’VE MISSED THEM! i’m so glad they are together, Lucas standing by his boy because his baby boo done went all mean was soo cute hahha i just love them and the end when Zay gets dragged away by Riley and Lucas just smirking because his two faves love each other :’) im honestly emotional from that!! 

RILEY AND ZAY!! I’M HERE FOR IT, IM SEEING ROW AND AMIR COME THROUGH AND IM HERE FOR IT! like that end scene made me emotional i wish Cory would stop interrupting every godam minute and let them talk it out tho… 

The story line was alittle weak, it had potential, the writing wasn’t the best! they have had harder subjects to discuss on the show and this ep could have gone further if they would stop stepping around the subjects, it would have been good if they actually talked about some of the issues because im sure that would have been something that parents could have also like joined and talked to their children about but instead they walked around egg shell’s that’s why im still not here for them being on Disney! they could have went deeper with this ep but nope… 

Auggie!!! he is the cutest little human like he really just wanted to go clean the beach at 4am.. im so proud of him glad Topanga went with him, that was cute.

The Cory and Riley moment was cute, i feel like this show don’t have family moments with Riley so that was cute and im glad they talked…

WHAT THE HECK ARE THEY DOING WITH COREY’S CHARACTER??? LIKE HONESTLY… THEY HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THEIR CHARACTERS BECAUSE THEY SO DAM FOCUSED ON “MAYA” AND THE ENTIRE TRIANGLE SHIT THAT FARKLE JUST THERE WITH HIS WOMAN.. :’) like his character is so god dam lost it aint funny he got nothing storywise besides smarckle..

LUCAS INLOVE YA’LL! HE SHOOK! RILEY GOT HIM MAKING HEART EYES EVERYWHERE! i cant deal with them and their eye’s they give each other! but like are they gonna be more couply?? like when the hand holding gon come? like…?? they acting like how they did when the triangle was going on… when they gon make them hand hold and give cheek kisses or what not.>?? ya’ll writers didn’t dragged me through hell to get me to the gates of heaven and not get me inside the gates of heaven! they better make them more couply is all im saying. 

OMGGGG MY FAVE PART THE SINGING!! IM GLAD THEY MADE HER SING! WAS THE BEST PART! LOVED IT!! gonna put the song on my phone lol its soo catchy plus she sounded AMAZING!! 

That’s all i’ve got to say from this ep! so basically it was really good acting from ROW,AMIR,PEY AND AUG.. THE STORYLINE WAS A LET DOWN! they could have handled it better 

and as for Maya’s character…

i suppose she was there?? i wasn’t looking lol honestly i really wasn’t bothered cause i had no clue what she was saying.. i was zoned out.

OHHH ALSO BEFORE I FORGET BABY ROW!!! SHE LOOKS STUNNING YA’LL LIKE SHES GROWING UP AND I JUST CANT! LIKE I WAS MESMERIZED SHE’S BEAUTIFUL YA’LL 

Testing the new skin on Berry to see how it fits to a ‘different’ face… I know my girls look very similar so this isn’t like the most useful test but it works for now.

Also, Berry is in need of an update, poor thing. I used to look at her and think she was the prettiest sim I ever made. Now, there are so many things that I don’t like…

Lastly, this eyes. I never appreciate them before, they look so beautiful.

All I Could See Was Your Eyes | 6

“Now it’s probably hard for you to hear, but there’s nothing left for you to say.”

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“Liv, you haven’t checked your phone or laptop lately, have you?” I looked up from my textbook and saw Beatrice standing in the doorway to my room, eyebrows raised and patiently awaiting my answer.

“No,” I said, confused as to why she was even asking. “I have a big test coming up in my psychology class, so I put them both across and room and made sure it was completely silent so I could study. Why? Did you need to call me while you were out?” Beatrice had just returning from shopping for food that we would need for the next month. We made a list the night before, and Beatrice had insisted that she would be fine going by herself to pick everything up.

“I’m not the one who’s been trying to call you,” Beatrice smirked. My eyes widened, knowing exactly who she was talking about. Shawn and I had kept in touch since he’d gone back on tour. We ended up video chatting quite a few times during the week and would text each other constantly throughout the day. I was happy that we’d gotten closer. Whenever I found out good news or had a funny story, he was one of the first people I wanted to tell.

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hey don’t laugh at me but I’m just now learning how to swim in my mid twenties

when Liv first heard that I didn’t know how, she was like “WHAAAT this is the summer you’re going to learn and I’m going teach you after I take this test” (she’s been studying for a work test since forever and she just took it a few weeks ago. long story)

I just rolled my eyes like please girl I’m unteachable. I’m scared of water and I almost drowned twice was I was a child and no one has been able to help me get over my fear since then

but guys, we’ve been to the pool a few times and THERES HOPE. she’s really good at teaching and I’m still very scared of water but like I’m more scared of disappointing her lol so that’s been the drive I need to just do what she asks of me

I’ve been learning breathing techniques and getting comfortable with having my head underneath the water. yesterday I jumped in fairly deep water and I didn’t die!

I’m really excited to join the swimmers club. I’ve been missing out for far too long lol

Ten facts

Tagged by @bearlyasimmer!

1) I have hypoglycemia.

2) On Thursday I’m collecting my GCSE results. Nervous? Yes. Excited? Also yes.

3) My sight in my left eye is far worse than in my right eye. I think if I remember rightly, my eye test a year ago said I was -0.25 in my right eye and -2.75 in my left eye, which I think has gotten a bit worse since then. Quite a difference, right?

4) My favourite subjects are media and history, which funnily enough are the subjects I got top coursework grades and A* mock exam grades in.

5) My hair gets greasy ridiculously easily, so I have to shower every night if I can because I can’t get the hang of using dry shampoo. 

6) It’s my birthday next Saturday!! Scary to think that I’ll be seventeen.

7) My new favourite trainers (my mum bought me them when she was away) are these, which my sims also seem to wear a lot.

8) I’m staying at my cousin’s house seeing as she’s away on holiday, she has two cats. I have a bad cat allergy and forgot to bring allergy tablets. What could possibly go wrong? (seriously i’ve avoided them and i can still feel my nose beginning to go all itchy, thank god i haven’t petted them or it would get a LOT worse)

9) I’m wearing jeans with rips in the knees atm. My grandad saw me wearing these yesterday and asked if I’d fallen over lmao, bless him.

10) I’ve gotten pretty good at covering my acne (on my face, anyway) with makeup. When I’m not wearing makeup it’s all red and sore-looking (though i have to admit it’s not as bad as some other people), afterwards it’s barely noticeable. 

CONTINUED - @talentedtcngue


                 he was glad that she was OFF the dancefloor and that she stopped drinking by now for Spock wasn’t sure how long he could have WATCHED it. Kirk had assured him that it was a way of teasing, that she was TESTING something out, his patience maybe?  You seemed like you had fun, I did not want to interfere  he replied dryly.  Also, I do not like to dance, I was satisfied with the postion I had while you were dancing. I had my eyes on you after all - but now I think you should go home, you need to REST, you drank quite a LOT “ 

danafreakingscully  asked:

Can you tell us your coming out story?

“My– coming out story?”

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“…I’m supposed to have a story? Ididn’tknowIneededastory.oh god. I was never a good test taker! Preparation problems. And now I don’t have a story for you and–!!

“But no. Seriously. I don’t have a story. Figured it out one day when I was helping my seventh-grade lab partner rinse her eyes out– ‘nother story, ‘nother day– Didn’t have anyone to tell at the time… but here we are today. Still  g a y.”

“So, you’ve probably heard about that donor thing. I’ve been kind of struggling with money and I decided to volunteer. At first I started as a blood donor. Then I donated a bit of my liver. I figured liver could regenerate. So, everything went perfectly fine until I ran out of money again. Now I’m thinking about donating one of my kidneys. Here’s one problem. Doctors insist I have to do a lot of tests to find out if my organs function normally. They became concerned when they heard me saying I got abducted a few months ago. I’m also concerned. I think the surgeon that talked me into donating my organs wasn’t a real surgeon. His eyes seemed a little weird. So now I’m thinking of suing them and I need a lot of money. Why am I applying to The Bachelor? I guess I applied to the wrong show. ….. (long pause) “

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite activities/hobbies?

Momo

          [ Shuu’s hobbies are obvious, he loves playing the violin and listening to ‘classical’ music on his mp3 player. On top of that resting. Now me? hmm..I really do love playing the piano! Fast pasted songs are my definition of practice! ]


Shuu

          [ Your fingers end up slipping onto the wrong key when you do that. You need to be more delicate with the keys. You ruin a perfect slow paced masterpiece that way… ]

Momo

          Her eyes widens at his comment.


Momo

          [ H-hey! No need to point out my mistakes now! L-let’s see other hobbies… I also love drawing in my sketchbook! ]

Shuu

          [ Drawing lewd things… Like naked bodies… ]


Momo

          [ Shuu! They’re for future references! Come on, unnecessary information! Most of them aren’t just naked bodies anyways. They’re more like… Still life sketches… ]

          She turns around and goes to sit down at her desk.

Shuu

          [ Heh, right… ]


Subaru

       [ Hobbies..? ]


Akumu

       [ I play games when i have time. or practice dancing. ]


Subaru

       [ …. ]

       In in deep thought of what to say. Did he even have hobbies..? He looks at Akumu as if the answers will come out of him.


Akumu

       [ Subaru-san’s hobbies are hiding in the shadows.. As he observes me and my friends. I do not understand as to why he have to hide though… ]

Subaru

       [ AH. THERE. YOU GOT YOUR ANSWER. YOU CAN SHUT UP NOW AKUMU. ]

       Great now he was embarrassed. He sounds like a stalker!


Naraki

        [ Lets see.. Oh! I like to cook! ]


Kanato

        [ I wouldn’t call that cooking! Last time you nearly burnt the house down! ]  


Naraki

        [ That’s mean! Akumu says my food can be edible within a few years! ]


Subaru

     [ Did you seriously just motivated her..? ]

Akumu

      [ … ]

      He said no more as he lightly sweats nervously. Maybe he shouldn't have said that.

mudkipstuff  asked:

I notice that both of you are versed in the art of grammar, I myself have much to learn. The question i pose to you two gentlemen is as thus, WHEN IN THE ALMIGHTY-PASTAFARIAN-LORD-OUR-SAVIOR-THE-FLYING-SPAGHETTI-MONSTER DO I USE THE WORD 'affect' AND WHEN DO I USE 'effect'?!? Please shed some light onto this situation as soon as humanly (or blanketguy-ey-ley) possible.

Oh, you thought that BlanketGuy was gonna answer this? Well guess what, you’re completely wrong because I, Creebins., shall be answe- Hello! I took over! Now, don’t think i didn’t notice your superb pagan swearing ther- Look mate, I’m the grammar person here, I literally got perfect marks on the government language convention test I had to take a few months ago- shut down, this is MY post now. Anyways, yes, affect and effect- Look here you son of a b- nope, denied, nuh uh - Don’t you dare start ‘Shh I doctor now-ing’ me again. I killed the last doctor I dealt met. With a tongue depre-

Okay, Creebs here. Let’s start anew. The answer is actually terrifyingly simple, effect is a noun and affect is a verb.So you could have something affect something else, such as how the Undertale Soundtrack has affected Jerry, or we could discuss the negative effect it has on his family, friends, and sex life. But let’s just take a moment to discuss something even more important than Jerry, and that is my partner, who I’m now going to refer to as Blanket Guy because of how annoying it actually is to write ‘the-guy-with-a-ridiculously-long-username’. This guy, oooh boy, he’s a real gem. You’ve gotta love him. He just sends his… essence… everywhere. I’m actually glad I have to spend next to no time with him in person, because I fear that if I were physically exposed to his ‘essence’, I would immediately implode.
—-sudden other guy edit—-
It’s the breadsticks
—-end of sudden other guy edit—-
So many puns. And he’s always using that Sans emoticon… Ugh. I don’t like to joke about cancer, but right now I can get away with it because I’m not kidding when I say that that game is cancerous. Ooooh boy, and those breadsticks. I don’t know exactly WHY he started going on about those things, but he has an unhealthy obsession.
—-sudden other guy edit, the sequel—-
BREADSTICKS!
—-end of sudden other guy edit—-
Another bad thing about this guy, his grammar. He’s actually a really competent writer, but he really knows how to grind my gears. Since he realised that I was scanning and editing his posts to fix grammar issues, he immediately started doing everything wrong solely to spite me. He’s an evil, evil man.
—-sudden other guy edit, the prequel—-
“an evil, evil man.” ha ha ha. No. ‘Blanket guy’. Get it right.
—-end of sudden other guy edit—-
Hm… I smell smoke. Oh… Oh god. MY ART PROJECT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT?!!? WHY IS IT COVERED IN BREADSTICKS!!!!!!!!!!???????????

Shh.

I doctor now.
Surprise! It’s me! So, I decided to take over, so I distracted Creebs, you’ll never guess how. Anyway, to answer your question, Affect is a verb, and its definition is: “have an effect on; make a difference to.” So if Jerry were to turn up his Undertale soundtrack while I’m talking to him about how he should be getting a job and I can’t support him, or his waifu anymore, that would affect my deteriorating mental state. On the other side, Effect, is a noun, who wants to be a verb sometimes. But it mostly means: “a change which is a result or consequence of an action or other cause.” So, the effect of Jerry turning Bonetrousle up, is that he can try to ignore me for a few moments, but we both know that won’t work. So, to help you remember this, the action is affect, the end result is effect. And one final example, just because I can’t help myself, the effect of Jerry and his Undertale soundtrack, affects my deteriorating mental state.
the cause and effect of this question can be put down in a simple formula. Breadsticks + Fire + Art project -> Distraction, Singed scarf, and Shhh, I doctor now.
That’s all for now, the guy with the ridiculously-long-username, and Creebs once he’s finished with his art project, signing off

(editor’s note: during the creation of this document in a shared google docs file, both hosts were laughing like idiots at their own jokes, and Peridots twitter in equal measure.)

Nice. Did the tests and Amazon offered me 3 jobs better than the one I applied for. From now on I’m a fraud investigation supervisor (I can’t believe my eyes, I’ll work with one of the coolest companies in the world!!! 🤗). If I do it right, within a year or a little more I’ll transfer to Europe with them. It feels strange to see things fitting into place so fast.
That means friends and whiskey to celebrate!! And it also means I have to awkwardly quit my new current job 😶

knight in shining armor ( kjh & kji )

“i know, this is like, the worst time to mention this, but,” jiho looks up at the sky after tearing her gaze away from jonging, hands reaching up in an attempt to touch the sky, but obviously, the stars are way out of her reach; she ends up grabbing nothing but air tainted with sketchy magic and alcohol and laughter, “i failed a test in ancient magics a week ago.” despite the obvious negativity of that fact, jiho can’t help giggling. her hyperactivity may have subdued a little by now, but the drug is still very much flowing in her veins, her cheeriness never-fading. “sorry, you tried so much to help me but i still sucked. i just can’t keep all the details in my head!” she whines, rolling over to lie on her tummy, not giving a single thing about her outfit getting dirt and flattened, half-broken leaves all over itself.

her eyes travel back at jongin in the exact moment someone randomly screams ‘ghosts!’ – and then hell breaks loose. jiho quickly sits up, her gaze scanning the people as panic emerges, students running around and letting out desperate sounds while she’s just sitting there, mind full of confusion accompanied by a similarly puzzled expression. “uh, what is going on? ghosts? what the heck?” she turns to blink at jongin. “what do you think is happening?”

( @cvjongin )

What my vision looks like with #keratoconus. It’s kind of an odd disease that seemed to develop out of nowhere, though in reality my eye doctor suspects I had it for a while and it was progressing so slowly and subtly that I didn’t notice it until it got to this point. Since mid-late 2014 I’d been getting eye strain and headaches as well as light sensitivity, and now I have an explanation.

It’s a pretty rare disease. I think the statistics are 1 in 2000 people are affected, but it feels more vast than that. There isn’t very much to find about it online, and experiences are so varied. 

I got diagnosed in December of 2015. At that time, corneal crosslinking, the only surgery known to halt progression, was not approved in the US. I just went back for a followup appointment in June, and the test results showed no progression at all. The surgery is now approved in the US, and my eye doctor says it’s up to me whether I want to go ahead with it. It won’t cure the existing disease, but the hope is that it will prevent it from getting any worse. I haven’t decided yet what I’m going to do. In December I’ll go back for a full exam, and if there’s any substantial progression I may go ahead with it, but if not, I’ll probably continue to get regular exams to monitor it. 

My first animation (unless <5 frame 50x50 pixelated blinking icons I made back when I first started on deviantART or those bouncing ball Post-it note flip books that everyone tries at least once count)!

I definitely need more practice, but I think I did well for now. 

I like to imagine that Sam has a bit of a sweet tooth and heard someone say “cake.” @therealjacksepticeye