oh man this is so lame

anonymous asked:

i hate girl groups they're so shitty and boys are better and i'm completely joking girl groups are the greatest i swear i just wanted to get your attention quickly 😂😂 good job on the blog and i hope blackpink promotes more so we can see more good quotes ~ anon anon

Oh man i was so ready to fight someone at first 😂
Girl groups are fucking great. Kpop is great. AND DUDE ME TOO I NEED MORE OF THEIR MEME ASS LAMENESS IN MY LIFE.

If you can’t sleep... we could have sex?

Request: 62 pls

Could you do #62 with Peter? Thanks love xx

Summary: You’re facetiming your boyfriend Peter in bed and you end up inviting him over.

I’m having a bit of writers block right now so this is a little short and lame and stuff

Originally posted by septodragon

“If you can’t sleep… we could have sex,”

“Peter, you’re not even here,”

“Oh believe me I could be there in like 30 seconds. Just say the word,”

“If we were talking about anything other than sex then that line would’ve been adorable,”

“Well not nearly as adorable as you my dear,”

You giggled and said nothing in response, you both just stared at each other through the screen. You sighed in content at the boy on your phone. He was yours, all yours. You were so happy and grateful for that. He made you happy, and he felt like home. Better than home. You could count on him for anything.

“Come over,” You told him softly, having a sudden strong urge to be with him right now. 

   His eyebrows raised at your request, “Like right now?” He asked,

“Yes right now Peter. Come spend the night with me,”

   His face lit up as a smile grew over his features. He sat up in his bed and that’s when the call ended. Peter actually hung up on you without saying goodbye. A part of you wasn’t too concerned knowing that he was probably on his way. 

   You set your phone on your bedside table and laid silently, the ghost of a smile still lingering on your lips. 

    Surely enough a few moments later, you heard rustling outside your window, and in clambered Peter, in a very chaotic fashion. Once his feet were steady on the ground, he looked down and smiled at you, “Hey,” he greeted breathlessly, standing in a pair of grey sweatpants and black tee. 

“Hi,” you responded. 

  He made his way over to your bed and brought himself underneath the covers behind you. You closed your eyes as you felt his arms wrap around your hips pulling you closer to his body. Peter buried his face in your y/h/c and inhaled your sweet scent, cherishing this moment. 

  You had both settled and the only sound you could hear was the smooth rhythm of your breaths until Peter spoke up, “Really though, if you can’t sleep, just say the word and my clothes will be on the floor,” 

  You laughed at him and shook your head, “Go to sleep Peter,” 

“But if I can’t, then can we have sex?” 

You sighed opening your eyes and rolling them. You turned around in his arms to face him, then moved your left leg to the other side of him so you were sat straddling his hips. He stared up at you with wide eyes, “What are you-” you quickly cut him off by connecting your lips with his in a slow, deep kiss…

So this one isn’t all that great, I just wanted to post something for you guys so i tried.

i wanted to make a little appreciation post for all the avpd folks on here, so here’s to all the avoidants who:

  • spend hours or days working up the nerve to make that phone call
  • still share things with your friends even though everything in your body is screaming at you to stop
  • don’t text back for days or weeks at a time because it’s safer to let them wait than to humiliate yourself
  • can’t do anything in public comfortably, not even read, look at your phone, etc
  • stress sweat all the damn time
  • spend 40 minutes reading and rereading a post to make sure you didn’t accidentally say something stupid
  • have to use anger, snark, etc, to fuel yourself when you want to say something
  • are unfairly labeled as weak and timid because of you disorder

this doesn’t really even begin to encompass it, but i see you and i believe in you.

Clay Hearts and Burnt Thumbs

“We don’t really have any traditions … not like the stuff you see on TV. We all just get together and hang out, and eat, and watch the game.” Jared shrugs with the end of his sentence before taking a long pull from the lip of his bottle.

“Well, consider yourself lucky. Every year, I’m stuck in the middle of crafting hell.”

Misha chuckles as he turns in his seat, looking over to Jensen curiously as he waits for the man to continue.

“Oh, is that that thing your mom always puts on?” Jared asks him, and Jensen slowly nods.

“Yeah. She goes and buys everything she can find at Hobby Lobby, and then she gets the entire family over to her house so we can each make a personalized Christmas ornament. It’s really lame.”

Jared snorts in agreement, but Misha remains still, listening thoughtfully as Jensen gets more and more engaged in his own speech.

“I mean, seriously— every year. My brothers somehow get out of it, and so do my uncles; but since I got JJ, I always end up getting roped in. Next thing I know, I’m hot gluing googly eyes to green foam balls, and threading yarn through toilet paper tubes. And God forbid I try to sneak away because Danneel will give me that look, or JJ will ask me where I’m going and then she’ll give me a different look, and then I feel bad and sit my ass back down. It’s a trap. A glitter coated, pine scented trap. Every damn year.”

Misha hums softly, nodding as he catalogs each one of Jensen’s movements. The way he licks his lips between sentences, how he pulls his shoulders back to emphasize a point, how he always checks to see if people are still listening.

We are.

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PANCAKE: -i’m not a dork! i dabble a bit in DJing in my spare time, i can dance and i’m in the club The Renegades, maybe you’ve heard of them?

OLIVIA: those losers? oh man, this just keeps getting better and better! i just bet you get straight A’s too, pfft.

PANCAKE: of course i do! my future is very important!

OLIVIA: ohmygosh, you're so lame! a grade A nerd, hahaha!!

SONG: please let me go home

anonymous asked:

This is so lame but whenever I see your selfies/videos all I think is "what a handsome young man" like we're the same damn age but all I wanna do is invite you in for tea and try to set you up with my grandchildren, you just seem like such a swell fella.

oHHH my gosh dude this is the cutest goddamn message i’ve ever seen… i would happily be yr honorary grandson

  • Hinata: Okay, so Boruto's bedtime is at eight-thirty; no later. And if you feed him after his bedtime, especially sugary foods, you're done for.
  • Sakura: ...
  • Hinata: Oh, and he doesn't like water.
  • Sakura: Trust Naruto to spawn a kid that's as easy to babysit as a gremlin. Shit.

Araknea Spinnerette- Hide your silk, hide your Tundras.

Araknea Swarmkeeper- Woe to the dragon who mistakes this highly venomous Araknea for a mushroom.

Females are done for now. Don’t judge my text okay, I just put whatever, bleh. If anyone has suggestions for the text for the males so they don’t sound so LAME…………

I’m the type of person who is attracted to your mind. I’m attracted to long conversations with frightening depth and sometimes about nothing at all. I’m attracted to hour long disagreements that end in ice cream truces and laughter. I’m attracted to strange interpretations of the most basic Bible verses and complex theology that makes me want to know what you think about everything there is to think about. I’m attracted to creative language use and puns so lame I wouldn’t think of them first. And when you’ve made an impact on my life? Oh man, you’ve left a handprint on my soul. I’m attracted to permanent things, looks fade, money fades but your mind doesn’t and that’s important. And no matter what happens I’ll always remember that beautiful mind that kept me up at night attempting to solve at least one of its conundrums. See I’m attracted to persons who make me laugh and think at the same time. I guess what I’ve been trying to say is… I’m attracted to you.©
—  Janielle Browne
  • tifa: *while out shopping with cloud* oh wow! this dress looks so cute!
  • cloud: i guess it does...??
  • tifa: it would look perfect on you!
  • cloud: tifa no.
  • -
  • tifa: *is all dressed up because she had a girl's night out* man! high heels really make me feel powerful!
  • cloud: yeah... *narrows eyes at high heels*
  • tifa: you pull them off way better than i do though...
  • cloud: tiFA NO!
  • -
  • tifa: cloud, do you think it's lame that i never really wear make-up?
  • cloud: why? do you want to change something?
  • tifa: kinda... hey what shade of lipstick did you use back then? it looked stunning!
  • cloud: oh MY GOD
(Angst!) Drunken thoughts of a broken-hearted man

Oh my god, it was so hard for me to write that you have no idea… I actually cried while writing this. i don’t know tbh, it might sound lame to some of you but i just??? i’m way too emotional and felt like writing an angst since i’ve not written before so this is what came out. I REALLY NEED OPINIONS!!! please tell me whether you’ve liked it or not and what should i improve? ;;;

Inspired by the lyrics:

The nights when you don’t sleep - the whole night you’re crying
But you can’t forget her - soon you even stop trying

 Sooner or later you realize you’ve been wrong the whole time. It was never about the money or the fame, or the appearance, or your situation in life in general. She was with you simply because she loved you. She didn’t love the public Jay – the one your fans knew; the funny one, the person who joked about anything and always tried to make everyone around him happy, the one who always put everyone’s needs before his own and never doubted those decisions. She loved the real Jay, the one who has been hurt many times before, the one who sometimes felt lonely but always looked happy on the outside. The lost boy who has experienced failures many times before but was able to get back on his feet. The one who feared love for so long, he was actually terrified when he let somebody in.

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anonymous asked:

i'm kinda scared bc i like a (cis) boy and sometimes he says transphobic stuff and for a while he was really messing with my feelings (i ended up breaking down & lashing out and he finally told me how he felt then) and idk what to do. we're planning to hang out next weekend; the last time we hung out we held hands a lot and i kissed his cheek and just. it's a mess. do you have any advice? -🐺

oh man im bad with advice so if anyone has any definitely five some in replys or reblog. my advice is lame and is just talk, even if youve said it before, just be clear that stuff doesnt sit well and offends you and you like hanging out with him but you dont want to be around negative stuff like that. thats my opinion at least

So Le Corbusier Hated Art Deco..

Look man, modernism hasn’t exactly lead to wonderful things either, that’s all I’m sayin.

“What Shimmering silks, what fancy, what glittering marbles, what opulent bronzes and golds! What fashionable blacks, what striking vermilions, what silver lames from Byzantium and the orient! Such stuff founders in a narcotic haze. Let’s have done with it.”

- Le Corbusier, Decorative Art of Today, 1925

What greys, what ghoulishly bright baby blues, what stunning clear plastic banisters! What fibreboard ceiling panels: and oh! Those fluorescent lights – such warmth, such invitation! What white plastics and plasters! Worn so elegantly with Weeks of use! What naked concrete! Observe the careful craftsmanship of the cement layer! What shimmering seas of glass, what plain Plexiglas strip-malls. See the condominium entrance-way: corrugated sheet metal, bright orange: ‘I am décor, I am modernity!’ it screams. Here among the simple foam pillars stands utopia, dream of dreams! This is modern! Let us never get rid of it! If it would only weather the month.
- Jamie Burdon, Fuck You Le Corbusier, 2017

© Jamie Burdon, 2017

also i hate how people react when i go out to the bar and my boyfriend doesnt come with me. either a) they say “oh your boyfriend is so lame” fuck you!!!!!!! he and i have different interests and he is more of an introvert than i am!! please respect that i love this man and we dont have to do every fucking single thing together!!!!! alternatively b) they are a drunk guy who goes “oh you have a boyfriend huh we’ll see about that” and tries to fucking make a move on me like!!!!!! EAT MY WHOLE ASSHOLE!!!!! im not here for you you prick!!! and im not here to cheat on the literal love of my life with some fuckboy that cant even stand up straight!!!!!!!! go fuck yourself with a rake buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.

Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I’m easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me.

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.

Mama, ooh,
Didn’t mean to make you cry,
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow,
CARRY ON, CARRY ON as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body’s aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
I don’t wanna die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro

I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me.

He’s just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Cas: Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Cas: Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Dean: Let me go!)
Will not let you go.
(Dean: Let me go!)
Never, never let you go

Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let me go.)

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Dean (to the Impala):
Oh, baby, can’t do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Anyway the wind blows.

countcracula answered your question “last night i dreamed that i had deeply disappointed bowie with my…”

what an asshole!! mine’s my thesis advisor urgh.

oh man i am right there with you i think in at least one case bowie has represented my thesis advisor – one of the few (only??!!) times in life in adult life someone so capricious has such ultimate power institutionally over you specifically


Sam felt a prickly icky feeling against the back of her neck. She glanced over her shoulder. Fourteen eyes stared back, suspended like shiny pebbles in the dark, unblinking.

Oh man oh man oh man, have you guys read A Snapping Sound?? Because it’s honestly the best fanfic I’ve ever read and everyone who likes Danny Phantom should check it out!!!! Heck, even if you DON’T like DP, you should check it out because it will make you like it. It’s so damn good.

Totally gonna do some real fanart of it at some point, but for now have this quick sketch with a lame filter slapped on!!