oh my feelings all of the sudden

u know when ur watching a broadcast on v app and they go for like half an hour and ur all having fun but then all of a sudden they’re like “BYE” and ur like “oh what-” and the broadcast cuts off and ur just left there,, cold,,, alone,,, w the words “BROADCAST JUST ENDED”…. its a genuine feeling of loneliness….. where did my friends go.? they left u, boo

bpd is like… oh you say you love me? no, you don’t, you fucking liar. where’s the evidence?

bpd is like… oh you cause me pain and make me feel unloved? I fucking love you so much. I will try so hard to get your attention and I’ll never get it.

bpd is like… you haven’t replied to me within five minutes. who is the whore? are you leaving me? oh god, anxiety attack.

bpd is like… holy shit, I’m so hot. Oh, nope, there’s the ugly. Oh wait, I’m hot again.

bpd is like… I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Oh, a little inconvenience? Now I hate you and you’re trash.

bpd is like… Oh, you cancelled plans because you had something important? bull shit, you hate me. Your love for me has faded. all of a sudden I feel like dying.

bpd is like… oh gosh, my heart is breaking. time to throw everything and cry uncontrollably.

bpd is like… I’m doing all this stuff I usually have fun with, but I’m so bored. No matter what, I’m bored. Empty, too.

bpd is like… I wanted to do this, but all of a sudden my goals have changed. I don’t even know who I am. they like that, so I guess I like it now. I don’t know what I like.

bpd is like… I did something really embarrassing three years ago. They probably remember It so vividly and think I’m stupid. I’m embarrassed all over again.

bpd is like… gosh, I’m going to do this so they give me attention. I’m so manipulative but I need that love and attention so bad.

He was the one that
always refused to take things further.

We would flirt
and talk about anything.

He would lead me on,
then push my back.

He always kept me at a distance.
No matter how hard I tried.

And oh man,
Did I try.

Until I finally moved on.
And he decided he was ready.

I told him no,
That we’ve had years to start this.

All of the sudden,
The blame was on me.

When he had refused,
100 times before.

But that didn’t seem to matter.
Not this time.

It was my fault,
because I was finally the one saying no.

Funny how people
shove the blame

To make themselves feel better;
When they are filled with regret.

—  Chapters from my life
Me & Sertraline

- I want to and need to eat but deciding what to have is so fucking difficult.
- “Oh, you wanna orgasm? Good one…”.
- I can’t cry, which makes me want to cry.
- I’m sleepy.
- Are my dreams actually dreams or memories?
- I don’t give a fuck anymore.
- I’m smiling like an idiot for no reason. Why the fuck am I so happy all of a sudden? Okay cool.
- 2 drinks of alcohol aaaaaand I’m drunk.
- I’m fucking worthless.
- I’m going to research more suicide methods.
- This food makes me feel sick.
- I’m sleepy again. Nap time.
- Can you like, fuck off? Kthxbye.
- Is this stuff even working?

  • Asians: hey... do you feel weird all of a sudden...? Like... it all suddenly gotten quiet...
  • Oceanians: wait... what's today's date?? Someone check it right now!
  • South Americans: it's only May 8th-... wait... something is supposed to happen soon... right...?
  • Africans: ... oh my God!!! Everyone duck and cover, it's going to happen!!
  • North Americans: They're going to ERUPT!! It's almost-
  • Europeans: EUROVISIONNNNNNN!!!!! *run past everyone*
  • Australia: Mate I'm going too! *runs after the european's*

Considering how goddamn oblivious Simon is to literally everything, I feel like he would be really gullible too? And Baz knows this and teases him all the time by doing the ‘oh my god what’s that on the ceiling?’ thing. So eventually, Simon catches on that he’s being made a total idiot out of, so stops looking. Baz stops asking. Months go by and then all of a sudden they’re dating and Simon has no idea how they ever got to this point. Baz is still annoying (but now Simon finds it kind of cute even if he won’t admit it) but they aren’t enemies anymore and everything has changed. One day all of a sudden Baz starts trying to catch Simon out again, but Simon has learnt from years of practice to train his eyes to stay on the ground. This goes on constantly for about a week, until inevitably Simon forgets and looks up, but turns out that there is something written on the ceiling. It’s a sentence, undeniably in Baz’s handwriting, and it’s only four words long.

hamelin-born  asked:

I’m so sorry to hear that you’re feeling sick! I hope you feel better soon; in lieu of honey tea, please accept this meager offering! (Multi-part ask posts incoming)

After reading your recent post about vampire!Newt, I was struck with the sudden image of werewolf!Graves. Of werewolf!Graves AND vampire!Newt. Imagine how that meeting would go differently if Graves was a werewolf. Graves has been a werewolf for – well, years now. He doesn’t count anymore (but that’s a lie. He knows the exact date and time fangs sank through his skin, lycanthropy flowing through his veins to tangle, almost lovingly, with his soul). 

It could have happened any number of ways – an arrest gone wrong, an accident as a child, a deliberate, revenge-driven attack as an adult – but however it happened, the result was the same. Graves has lived his life with discipline and self-control as his watchwords. He leads his aurors – his people, HIS – into and through the darker side of the human soul, and he does not flinch at silver and moonlight.

I am Percival Graves, and I am not a werewolf – that is his mantra, each morning, as he stares into the mirror. I am NOT a werewolf – it is his truth, it is the truth the world knows, and he will MAKE it be so. 

But then there is Newt. Newt, who is proud and cold and cruel, and so unashamedly, unreservedly, not human. Newt, who doesn’t hide what he is but almost seems to glory in it. Graves has been /alone/ for such a long time. Wolves are social creatures, and for all that he cares for his aurors, they are not like him. They are not pack. But Newt… Graves stares at him, and some small, secret part of his soul that he has never let himself acknowledge is envious.

Dark calls to Dark, and Newt smiles at him, slow and knowing, and the same secret, barred-off part of Graves’ soul /aches/ with want. The need to bare his throat to a superior predator, the desire to give in, submit – he wouldn’t be alone anymore. He wouldn’t have to hide. He’d have the moon, and someone who would tell him that he was /perfect/ just the way he is. Someone to stand by him, someone who could see and accept all that he is… Graves /wants/ and hates himself for wanting. 

*eternal screaming into the abyss*




Originally posted by myloveseokjin

// hanging out with Bangtan gang

J: oh wait I know! (Y/N) sing that song you always sing to me…


J: aniiii, just do it baby

You: uhmmmm ok…

Look in my eyes
Can you see my heartbeat?
Swirling everywhere I go
Look in my eyes
I will be next to you
You let me be on the line

- All of a sudden the rest of Bangtan joins - 

All:  Step Step
Where do we go now?
It feels like lost in a wrong maze
Step Step
Here we are half way home
And we will never give up


J: I told you all she’s good, just like me (smiles at you)

high thoughts 💭

The only side effect I don’t like about smoking is the stuttering. All of a sudden I jumble my words and get tongue tied and when I’m around new people or people I don’t want to know I’m high it gets super annoying and embarrassing cause a lot of the time they get this oh fuck look on their face like “crap. this is awkward. what do I do. don’t make her feel weird. smile. encourage her” 😒😒😒 like really? People are so sheltered and scared of different people, that’s what’s wrong with our country. Nobody takes the time to get to know how other people live and what they go through. And I say this because if I really DID have a permanent stutter I could imagine the way most of society would make me feel. Like I was handicapped, mentally slower, a child. Which is so wrong. I would want you to simply wait for me to finish my fucking sentence and let me correct myself because iiiii know wtf I’m trying to say. and idk I’m high and just irritated that it just happened with the mailman lol

Listener Line - An Everlark One-Shot

Hey everyone! I heard this story on the morning radio show I listen to over a month ago and it simply wouldn’t leave me. So I finally got around to actually writing it all down. 

Unfortunately, I don’t know what happened to the two that inspired this story but this is my version of events :) Oh and the sex addiction anecdote completely true. Hear some crazy stuff on the radio. Oh and the Stranger Things theories are courtesy of my father who just started watching the show.  

I hope you all enjoy it! Definitely let me know what you think! And a huge thanks to @papofglencoe for her beta skills.

Summary:  Katniss’s sudden realization that she’s in love with her best friend makes her do something that will force her to tell him. What will happen when she finally tells him? Will he return her feelings or will she lose her best friend?

Katniss tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, glancing back toward Jo’s apartment, silently willing her friend to hurry up so they wouldn’t be late for work. She finally saw Jo emerging from her apartment as her favorite radio morning show came back from commercial. She reached over to turn it up as Jo opened the door and slid in.

“It’s about time.”

Jo gave her a sidelong glance and grinned. “This sort of perfection doesn’t just happen, Brainless.”

Katniss snorted, pulling away from Jo’s apartment. “You mean to tell me that you don’t wake up perfect ?”

“You know…you’re right. I do wake up this perfect. I just love my sleep.”

Katniss shook her head. That definitely sounded more like the Jo she knew. She turned her attention back to the radio show to hear them talk about a group therapy call they would be taking after the next song. She loved those calls. You’d hear it all, from people wanting to know how to handle a bad work situation to relationship and family issues. One time she even remembered a guy who had called to admit he had a sex addiction and had slept with over 30 women during his marriage and his wife didn’t have a clue. Turns out his wife was listening and heard everything. Needless to say, that didn’t end well. So, yeah, she had literally heard it all in her time listening to this morning show.

“Welcome back to the show. Our group therapy this morning actually comes from the listener line, which you can call at anytime for any reason. Who knows…you might end up on the radio. The number to call is 713-555-8368. Today’s caller wants to know how to break something to her best friend, or if she even should.”

That’s when Katniss heard a woman’s voice that sounded a bit too familiar.

Read more over on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8868349

Friends: oh hey- what are you so mad about all of a sudden?

Me: Look, this show/series just finished okay i have nothing left to live for

so just shut up and stop complaining, okay? *bursts into tears/rants*

Eh? What’s this?

Just open it *looks innocent but is going FEEL OUR PAIN on the inside*

tries fandom

thinks it’s awesome with us egging them on knowing full well what will happen to their lives

it’s great, right?

smiles happily thinking that this will be the only time they come in contact with it ever again

ignorance is bliss amirite

Handle The Baseball Player (Negan x Becca)

Originally posted by negangifs

“Bases are loaded, Lucille Warner up to bat. The pitch is thrown and IT. IS. OUT OF HERE. AHHHH!”  

I laughed as I watched my husband chase our five year old daughter around the backyard. Lucille loved baseball, and Negan was more than happy to provide her with the outdoor entertainment.

“Lucille, honey, come inside and get washed up for dinner sweetheart.” I said, standing on the back porch.

“Awe, five more minutes, mommy!”

“Oh you heard your mother, get inside player.” said Negan. He lifted Lucille up over his shoulder, carrying her inside. I followed behind.

All of a sudden, I felt a rush of pain through my head. I got migraines regularly, and apparently one had chosen to come now.

I winced, leaning my shoulder against the wall. The headaches made me dizzy.

“Hey, hey, Becca you okay?” asked Negan. I could feel him walk up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his head into my neck.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine. You know these random headaches.” I said. I stood up, ready to go make dinner. I stumbled as I walked towards the sink. Negan was behind me to catch me in a flash.

“Alright, I’m in charge of dinner for the night. Let’s go, you’re going upstairs for a nap.” said Negan. Before I could protest, he swept me up, ready to carry me up the stairs.

Reaching our bedroom, he laid me on the bed, tucking me under the blankets.

“I love you, Becca.”

“I love you, too.”

“DAAAADDDDDD!” Negan chuckled, turning to answer Lucille.

“I’ll be down in a minute, Striker!” referring to Lucille in the nickname she had given herself.

“Gotta go handle the baseball player.”

The last night. That was the last we were together. It was the next morning the walkers came. The next morning Negan and I woke up from the screams of Lucille. She had woken up early. She wanted to run outside.

She just wanted to be a baseball player.

It was later that day Negan and I got separated. We didn’t know what we were doing; we didn’t know how to survive.

It was weeks later I found Rick’s group. I had stayed around ever since. I needed a family, and somehow I had found one.

Six years later I now sat kneeling with my head down. I hadn’t been on a run in months, my headaches getting too bad, the one time I decide to join and here we are.

I now know why no one would tell me who we were expecting to see.

“Hi, I’m Negan.”

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even look up at the man that to this day, I was still in love with.


My best friend, the fighter. The strongest man I have ever known. Negan, my Negan, had turned into this monster.


I could feel Maggie falling apart. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t look up.

“Lucille is thirsty.”

My eyes widened at the name. How could he be doing all this in the name of our daughter?

“What? Was the joke that bad?” asked Negan.

He walked around us, the essence of pride radiating off of him. He kept walking before stopping in front of me.

“What about you, sweetheart? Shy? C’mon, let me that pretty face.”

I took a breath, trying to figure out what to say here. One wrong move and he would kill another one of my family.

Luckily, I knew my husband.

“Guess you couldn’t handle the baseball player.” I said. I raised my head slowly, wanting to look him in the eye.

Negan’s eyes went wide, recognizing me in an instant. He dropped the baseball bat in shock.


 For you, @totallysupernaturaloneshots

TAGS: @fandom–0verdose

Part 2, maybe? 


“My clothes feel tighter all of a sudden”

oh woops the numbering is wrong hahahaha

okay *cracks knuckles*


So um, okay, she said, it’s kinda like Ranma ½ inspired. Sadly, I haven’t watched that yet //cries

But um  yeah so Mari is lost and she fell in some kinda ancient hot springs that has magic and stuff and then when she resurfaces surprise surprise she’s a guy hahaha 

Oh my gods, what a wild ride. So I went outside for a walk after dinner, the weather was cloudy but fine. Ahead of me was bright and crystal clear. Then I turn around and it’s pitch black–It was all so sudden. In a few moments the wind was picking up rapidly and it howled with such intensity. Then it hailed so hard and everything went dark. The wind was almost knocking me over as I ran. I couldn’t see a thing. Ice was hitting my face and boy, did it hurt. To make things even more intense, a flash of white appeared and thunder boomed! 

Gosh–I barely made it home. 

Is it wrong to think of the experience as exciting? Is this what Skyrim feels like? Any minute I felt like a Frost Dragon would appear, literally. 

Crazy story time:

So my manager is working in the kitchen supervising the cooks and stuff and he see some cookies on top of the oven in the warming spot. So he’s like oh cookies nice and he eats one. He notes that they taste weird but eats the whole cookie anyways. So an hour passes and all of a sudden he’s feeling weird, acting weird, laughing his ass off at everything. Come to find out, two of the cooks brought in pot cookies and decided not only to bring drugs into work, but to leave them out in common space. 

  • *talking about EverymanHYBRID*
  • Victoria: *has not finished the series* i feel so bad for Evan oh my god
  • Me: *sudden crippling feels* oh my god he's lost so many fucking people and been forced to do so many horrible things. He's lost like all his friends, Vinnie is the only person he has left!!
  • Victoria: ....
  • Victoria: What about....?
  • Me: *glass breaking sound effect*
Something kinda disturbing in Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice that I feel the need to talk about

Not something I usually talk about I know, but there’s a certain character in case 4 I think, the one about Rakugo stuff (spoilers btw if you havent played it and care about the ace attorney series lol) that just.

has so many disturbing implications and when playing it with my boyfriend I got Very Upset about it cuz the actual reveal was very sudden and all like all the stuff before suddenly made sense to me all at once and i was like oh god and now I feel the need to make a post about it to be like I’m not the only one who noticed this right???

but basically warning for talking about disturbing content like severe child abuse and multiple personality disorder and sexual abuse esp so if those things upset you just warning there in here

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