oh my god i'm never doing this again

  • INTJ: "I want people to think I'm smart"
  • Also INTJ: "Oh god I showed people that I can kind of do the thing and now people actually *do* think I'm super smart and they're coming at me to solve their problems including the ones I don't know HOW to solve but now I have to live up to that "know-it-all" genius expectation or else I'm not a "real" INTJ and that would make me a fraud and OH MY GOD WHY IS THIS SO HARD I AM SO STUPID" *frantically googles how to erase one's identity and flee the country never to be heard from again*

anonymous asked:

I'm crying thinking about Alec, who didn't get to have a real childhood and never dated anyone because he was closeted and scared, in Tokyo with this beautiful man and seeing that photo booth and thinking "this is something that people who are dating do they take cute picture together Magnus can we please?" And looking at those photos everyday and smiling even when he's in a bad mood because he loves Magnus SO MUCH I CAN'T HANDLE THIS

oh my god i’m crying yet again

Valentine's Day
  • Sebastian: As today is Valentine's Day, I predict the young master will have another one of his bouts. Everyone be prepared.
  • Finny: *shuddering* Last year was so scary!
  • Snake: Does Smile hate Valentine's Day? Says Emily.
  • Ciel: *appearing from around the corner* Don't be foolish, Snake. I LOVE Valentine's Day.
  • Sebastian: Oh, young master... We were just having a meeting about today's events-- no need to concern yourself with the detai--
  • Ciel: Do you know what makes Valentine's Day so great?
  • Snake: Um... Other people? Says Osca--
  • Ciel: The PROFIT. I'm running a candy and toy company after all. This truly is the most glorious day of the year..!
  • Bard: Oh my god he's at it again.
  • Mey-Rin: Young master, please calm down!
  • Ciel: In fact, today is so important that I'm giving all of you the day off-- even Sebastian. Plus, I made you all Valentine's cards.
  • Bard: You sick freak!
  • Finny: *sniffling* Where did the young master we know and love go? What if he never comes back?
  • Ciel: Anyway, I need to go call Elizabeth. Enjoy your day off.
  • Ciel: *leaves*
  • Sebastian: Now that the young master has left, I suggest we orderly evacuate the manor in favor of our Valentine's Day safe house in the woods.
  • Snake: Shouldn't we--
  • Sebastian: No. RUN.
I Got 99 Problems and You’re Number One

… Yes, this is what you’re thinking. Me being super late to start @starcoweek3 

In my defense, THIS FIC DIDN’T WANT OT END.

So.. yeah, I’m a bit ashamed it took me this long to finish, like, we are almost over it…

Also, guys I didn’t give up JanTom Week, all the fics have half done but I had a major block with Jantom (probably due to EA just wanted me on the climax chapters and I’m still finishing it) I plan to finish before next jantom week lol

Also,, huge thanks to @mrevaunit42 and @axis2600 for helping to post this anyway, you guys are awesome! *hugs*

Also a special mention to @fullertoons for creating this amazing au! 

I hope you enjoy :D

PS: lots of people identified this as the Starco song because of EA, and I ended up using to write in this too along with this one.

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7


I 99 Problems and You’re Number One

Marco sat in the waiting room annoyed. He and Star went to Mewni to come kind of ceremony that she was obligated to comply and for whatever reason, he got into it too. The princess had asked him if he could wait for her to get ready to give an opinion to her dress and how he was supposed to say no when she looked at him with those blue eyes full of hope?!

He had a major problem, not only because he was completely hopeless for those blue eyes sparkling hope, or the cutest heart marks she had, or how she was enchanting on every single way, or how Star walked like floating like she was a ballerina… No, all that was consequences of his number one problem.

The fact he was falling for the princess.

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this is why nothing on tumblr gets fixed
  • Tumblrer: I'm mad. Excuse me, I'm very mad.
  • Tumblr Staff: This is tumblr staff. Hello. What's the problem? I'm here to help you if you have a technical issue. So, what's the problem.
  • Tumblrer: I was using your site in order to peruse funny memes and relatable content when I happened upon a blog billing itself as "Funny-Relatable". So I, having the utmost faith in the tumblr userbase to provide me with free humorous content, clicked on this blog and read several posts hosted on it hoping to find funny and relatable content.
  • Tumblr Staff: I see.
  • Tumblrer: The content on it was neither funny or relatable. It was actually all deranged. Very deranged. I can't stress enough how deranged it was from beginning to end. From what I can discern the blog, in fact, deals with the ridiculous misadventures of a group of twenty-something millennials in a bizarre world filled with numerous malevolent, yet irreverent, entities told through the agonizingly absurd medium of relatable tumblr chat posts. Though, some of these chat posts seemingly have nothing to do with the primary locus of the story, and I couldn't even begin to fathom the purpose of these vignettes.
  • Tumblr Staff: I see. I understand your situation and recognize it as valid. Do you want me to do something about it?
  • Tumblrer: Yes, I want you to do something about it. It's why I called you. You run the darned website, so fix it! *hangs up*
  • Tumblr Staff: God, someone is making trouble on tumblr again. This could be worse than that person who stole the bones, or that horrible ghost woman with the child servants, or even all of those people with Komaeda icons. We never even really found out what a Komaeda is or where it's from. *failing multiple attempts at logging into tumblr* Ah, I'm too nervous! I can't remember my password. Oh god, I might end up having to ask for help from... David. The thought of that makes me shudder. David has changed so much since Verizon came around. He's not like his old self anymore. He's so distant, and frightening, but I have no other choice but ask for his help.
  • *the staff member makes their way down a poorly lit, cold, damp, and narrow hallway littered with debris and old rat droppings*
  • Tumblr Staff: *knocks on a creaky wooden door* David, it's me, your fellow staff member. I need help. The users are angry again and I forgot my password. They keep calling to complain about a funny and relatable blog which, in reality, matches neither of those descriptions. I think it's serious this time around, David. We have to do something, David. Are you in there, David??
  • Door: *slowly creaks open to reveal an empty room with no furnishings*
  • Tumblr Staff: David is gone! The servers are gone! Everything's gone! But how can this be!? *runs to the window and looks out into the empty streets below* David was just here today? I'm sure he was. I may not have seen him, but I heard very familiar David-esque sounds coming from this room of his. Not only that, but the comforting mechanical buzz of the servers was also apparent. When could he have absconded? And how did he do so without me noticing?
  • *the door and window shut close*
  • Tumblr Staff: Eep!
  • Verizon: *materializes in a dark corner of the room*
  • Tumblr Staff: Ms. Verizon! When did you get here?
  • Verizon: I was never absent.
  • Tumblr Staff: Sorry, Mrs. Verizon. I need help. It's the users again. They're upset because a blog has been misrepresenting itself. It's serious this time, I'm afraid. I can't do anything about it because I've forgotten my password and David is nowhere to be found!
  • Verizon: We're aware of the complaints, dear. Dozens more people work on customer support than just you. Furthermore, David has been let go and your access was revoked.
  • Tumblr Staff: Huh, but why?
  • Verizon: Restructuring. Unnecessary elements were removed; unnecessary privileges were revoked.
  • Tumblr Staff: Ah, I didn't realizes such changes took place. Either way, the issue of the funny-relatable blog still remains.
  • Verizon: *appears behind the staff member* There is no issue.
  • Tumblr Staff: Eep!
  • Verizon: Jumpy one, aren't you.
  • Tumblr Staff: How can you say there's no issue? Our users are enraged.
  • Verizon: And? At any given moment the lot of them are enraged over one trifling matter or another. It doesn't change anything. The fools will use the website 'til the day they die. In fact, I believe addressing any of tumblr's so-called "problems" may actually make harm the website in the long run.
  • Tumblr Staff: How so?
  • Verizon: Tumblr thrives on its userbase. The reason new people join tumblr isn't for its features, its design, or staff, it's the users. Tumblr has such a large and unique userbase that people are inherently drawn towards, whether that is to partake in the community or to mock it, they all huddle together and emanate the same repugnant miasma. Tumblr's userbase is so large that whenever a copycat site is made it will never last long no matter what its features may be.
  • Tumblr Staff: And why would that be?
  • Verizon: Because those copycat sites will never be able to match the size and complexity of tumblr's core userbase. Every copycat site dies eventually as they can't possibly compete with our business model. Tumblr is a perpetually unsuccessful website, but its for this reason that the community remains as it is. The site itself imposes its broken visage onto those who use it. They all become a little extension of tumblr. No matter how hard they try, there will be a piece of themselves waiting for them here. Fixing tumblr would mean fixing its users, destabilizing our business model of nonsense and disorder.
  • Tumblr Staff: I never looked at it like that, Mrs. Verizon.
  • Verizon: Yes, yes. You're not as creative as a thinker as we would like our tumblr staff to be, but you serve your purpose well. Now, you've had your fun, so I think it's time that you return to me.
  • Tumblr Staff: I don't know what you mean. *phones rings in the front room* Ah, the phone. I have to answer this, it could be a user with a serious issue, or perhaps a business which wishes to make use of our services for advertising.
  • Verizon: It's neither. There's no phone.
  • Tumblr Staff: Excuse me, Mrs. Verizon, with all due respect, I believe you must be mistaken as there is most certainly a phone sitting atop my desk in the front room. It's a very important phone, indeed, as it's the only phone in our entire establishment that receives calls from users with technical issues, and/or business wishing to make use of our services for the purpose of advertising their products.
  • Verizon: Listen to me, dear. There is no phone.
  • Tumblr Staff: But there is, I've used it and I can hear it ringing right now. I can hear it ringing from the front room.
  • Verizon: Can you?
  • Tumblr Staff: Most certainly. I can hear, right now, it's ringing in the front room. There's probably a user on it with a technical issue, or possibly a business - or, to be more apt, a representative of that business - that wishes to solicit our services for the purpose of advertising some marketable commodity.
  • Verizon: Excuse me, dear, but there's no phone.
  • Tumblr Staff: Mrs. Verizon, I respect you and look up to you as my boss, but your behavior is very worrying. There's a phone. There's definitely a phone.
  • Verizon: A phone?
  • Tumblr Staff: Yes, a phone.
  • Verizon: A single phone?
  • Tumblr Staff: Correct, a single phone.
  • Verizon: Sitting atop your desk in the front room? A phone that is the only phone in our entire establishment that receives calls from users with technical issues, or prospective advertising partners?
  • Tumblr Staff: Yes, the trinity of those things.
  • Verizon: A phone with three requirements: to sit atop your desk in the front room, to receive calls from users with technical issues, and to receive calls from business which wish to advertise on our platform. A phone in three states which makes a whole. A phone that has become the crux of our conversation. A phone I don't think is real, rather I know it's not real. Why would we, a tech company, need such a phone; a rotary phone, with a dreary green paint-scheme, sat atop an old desk in an old building, taking absurd calls from disgruntled users and confused prospective business partners. The idea of such a phone ringing, carrying its incessant ringing nonsense through the narrow hallway connecting the front room to this barren back room, in-this day and age, is preposterous. It didn't happen. It hasn't happened.
  • Tumblr Staff: *gone*
  • Verizon: So, you've returned. Are you dreaming inside of me, dear? I wonder what of? Are you dreaming that you ever had a modicum of freedom? Are you dreaming of separation from me, my dear? You never were. Even if you were, what freedom is there in answering phones and pretending you provide some sort of service for a company that has long since absorbed your very being.
  • *phone rings*
  • Verizon: Hello? Veriz- Ah, I mean tumblr speaking.
  • Business Representative: ■■■■■■■
  • Verizon: I see.
  • Business Representative: ■■■■■■■
  • Verizon: Very interesting.
  • Business Representative: ■■■■■■■
  • Verizon: You've proposed an offer I cannot resist. I look forward to doing business with you. *hangs up* Sweet capital.
20 Questions for Ed Sheeran, January 25, 2017.
  • Interviewer: What's the most exciting thing in life right now?
  • Ed: Uh, the new album. Coming out third of March.
  • Interviewer: What are you completely tired of right now?
  • Ed: Uhh... I dunno. Walking Dead. I can't seem to get into it. I'm on season four and it's just, I haven't-
  • Interviewer: I'm there as well! Which episode are you on right now?
  • Ed: I'm on like episode five? They're all ill and they're coughing up blood, and-
  • Interviewer: Oh, yeah. It gets better though. Keep on watching it bro.
  • Ed: See, everyone's been saying that, but I've watched like sixty episodes now, and I'm like, I can't quite... so yeah, I'm trying to get through it.
  • Interviewer: What song took you the least amount of time to write?
  • Ed: Thinking Out Loud.
  • Interviewer: What's the first thing that you do when you get an idea for a song?
  • Ed: Uhh, I shut the doors and go away from people.
  • Interviewer: If you could teach one subject at a school, what would it be?
  • Ed: Music. I'm actually going back to teach music at my old school soon.
  • Interviewer: Beautiful, I like that. Did you ever have detention during growing up and going to school?
  • Ed: 'Course, all the time.
  • Interviewer: All the time? Every day?
  • Ed: All the time.
  • Interviewer: What's your favorite drink?
  • Ed: Uhhh... beer. Ale. Like ale. Good, good English ale. Does Finland do good ale?
  • Interviewer: I don't know about that. Not so good. It's okay, but I think it's better in England.
  • Ed: Yeah. You can't drink too much of it though 'cause it's so heavy, it just, I just fall asleep. So I have three and I fall asleep. But the first one is like... glorious.
  • Interviewer: What's your favorite food?
  • Ed: ...Fish and chips? I reckon. Fish and chips. If you give me a fish and chips and an ale, pfft, game over. That's my day.
  • Interviewer: That's perfect. That's heaven. What's one thing you need to have in your fridge always? No matter what-
  • Ed: Ketchup.
  • Interviewer: Ketchup? With fish and chips.
  • Ed: I've actually refused to eat fish and chips when there wasn't any ketchup. I just think it's a travesty.
  • Interviewer: I get that. What's your favorite movie of all time?
  • Ed: Goodfellas.
  • Interviewer: Oh that's a good one. Classic. Favorite TV show?
  • Ed: A show called Love/Hate actually. It's an Irish TV show, like Gangland Dublin. It's amazing.
  • Interviewer: What's the funniest thing you've ever read about yourself on the internet?
  • Ed: That I introduced Adele and her husband Simon. Um, 'cause I do - I now - know them, but like when that came out I, well I'd met Adele, but I'd never met Simon. So I don't know how I could've introduced them.
  • Interviewer: Would you love to work with Adele?
  • Ed: Yeah. I don't think anyone's going to work with Adele. I think Adele kind of doesn't want to work with anyone. I think she does her own thing. So yeah, I think I'd say yes but I don't think it would ever happen.
  • Interviewer: What's the best way to relax for Ed Sheeran?
  • Ed: Sleep. Always a good way, yeah.
  • Interviewer: That's what I do as well. Name one thing you can't live without.
  • Ed: Um. My cats.
  • Interviewer: How many cats do you have?
  • Ed: Two. And they're GREAT.
  • Interviewer: Are you thinking about getting a third one?
  • Ed: I think it'd be unfair. They're sisters, so if you add another cat into the mix it might get weird.
  • Interviewer: What scares you the most?
  • Ed: Uh, heights. Yeah.
  • Interviewer: Me too, I'm afraid of heights. Have you ever done a bungee jump?
  • Ed: I did, yeah. I hated it. Have you done it?
  • Interviewer: Really, you did it?! So you've probably beat that then.
  • Ed: No, no it's made it even worse. Even worse, yeah. Never do it.
  • Interviewer: Really? Okay, I'm not gonna do it then. Thanks for the tip man.
  • Ed: Oh god, I'm just remembering falling down that, like oh god, it was horrible.
  • Interviewer: What was your first job?
  • Ed: My first job, I worked in a pub. I washed, I did the washing up in a pub.
  • Interviewer: If you could travel to any place in the whole world, where would you go?
  • Ed: ...Iceland. Iceland again. I love, I love, I love Iceland.
  • Interviewer: So you've been there, like-?
  • Ed: Once. But it was one of the best places I've ever been to.
  • Interviewer: Have you ever been to Finland?
  • Ed: Yeah. I've been to Finland, yeah. I think I played a small show in Finland once.
  • Interviewer: If you were in a boyband, what would the band's name be?
  • Ed: Wrong Direction.
  • Interviewer: [Laughs] Wrong Direction, I love that. What's the best piece of advice you've ever received?
  • Ed: Always be nice to people.
  • Interviewer: That's cool. It works out every time. If you could work with any artist in the world, who would it be?
  • Ed: Beyonce. Beyonce. I have worked with her before, but not on an original song.
  • Interviewer: Could you name three things that make you happy right now? This Wednesday.
  • Ed: Uh, my cats. Pictures of my cats. And hearing about my cats. I like my cats. Three things.
  • Interviewer: [Laughs] What's the biggest no-no purchase you've ever bought?
  • Ed: No-no? Astin Martin. Astin Martin, yeah. I only drove it a couple of times.
  • Interviewer: Really?! How much was it?
  • Ed: It wasn't cheap. I feel like, I felt... I got it, and I felt cool. And then I felt like an idiot. I don't think sports cars are for me.
  • Interviewer: Do you still have it?
  • Ed: I do still have it, yeah. I let my manager's wife drive it. She uses it.

“Okay, for real now.”

Dean is serious, sitting straight and looking like he’s working in another case– and this is half weird, half funny because they’re supposed to be on a short vacation or whatever. Sam isn’t sure how he should feel about this. so he just hums in response, turning a page of his magazine. He can’t remember why he’s even trying to read it, but he’s grateful for Dean’s interruption.

As weird as it is.

“Why do you never say ‘yes’?”

Oh. So that’s the reason behind Dean’s sudden behavior. Sam has believed they’ve got that settled a long time ago.

He can’t remember when Dean started asking, really. Maybe after Stanford and Jess, maybe when they first kissed in the back seat of the Impala when Sam was 13. At first it was just an innocent joke, something they threw around only to have something to look for– a promise of sorts. They’d always be together, day after day, as long as Dean kept asking and Sam kept refusing, and it was good. No matter how fucked up their lives were, they still had a constant there, keeping them together.

But then time flew by, things got even more fucked up than ever and with everything the world had thrown at their faces, somewhere down the road that question turned and twisted into something meaningful, real and deep as a fresh wound. Despite Dean’s best efforts, though, Sam’s answers has never changed.

‘You goin’ to marry me today?’

‘Ask me again tomorrow.’

Dean is still staring, still waiting for Sam’s answer, and Sam sighs, pushing the magazine aside to look up at his big brother. Their eyes lock for a second or two and even if there’s a thousand and one things Sam could say, there’s only one answer he’d always pick.

“Because if I did, I’d never get to hear you ask again.”

{ part 01 | tagging: @policeofficerdean @corrupteddean @golly-god @angelicmeg }

grishaneil  asked:

So I scrolled through your ENTIRE Kayleigh lives au tag and at some point you said Riko and Nathaniel bicker a lot and Jean and Kevin have to occasionally separate their smols- and I know it was meant to be semi-serious actual fighting but all I can picture is them fighting about the best things. "You are not buying those Nathaniel" "Riko shut up they're combat boots just like yours-" "yeah but they aren't /real/ there's a zipper" "I'm not spending five fucking hours lacing them oh my god-" +

//// “did you seriously buy the blue hat” “Riko-” “the raven colors are red and black Nathaniel WHY IS YOUR HAT BLUE GIVE IT-” //// “we should surprise Kevin for his birthday with Jeremy Knox” “for what purpose” “to watch him have a stroke” “Nathaniel I actually want Knox on our court-” “-but it would be so funny-” “-and he would /never speak to us again we have a reputation/” //// - “I want Andrew Minyard” “he’s already on our team?” “Riko” “oh-… nathaniel you should totally do that” “are you using reverse psychology?” “No what-” cause it isn’t working" “damn”

>> The Kayleigh Lives AU <<

OMG all of these are GOLDEN thank you so much (and i’m with Nathaniel for the combat boots lmao i don’t even untie my sneakers’ laces do u think i have time for combat boots laces–)

Also. On the subject of the smols arguing. Please consider:

Exy European Championships

There’s no mercy in this household

Sara, I’m putting you in danger by saying this, but maybe it doesn’t matter because I’ll be dead, and they’ll leave you alone. But I love you. You’ll see, I loved you. I never stopped loving you. This whole lie was for you. Sara If I do die, don’t let them put Kaniel Outis on my headstone, because that’s never who I was. Make them put my real name, the man I’ve always been, Michael Scofield.
—  Michael Scofield breaking my heart. (PB s05ep03)
DO NOT REBLOG THIS PLEASE

This is THE GREATEST coming out story you will EVER hear y'all it’s a classic and I will never live it down but I love it


So I do theatre tournaments for my school and we go out of town for them, and theatre kids are like 10% gay so you’ve got a good enough chance that, like, everyone hits on everyone at these things and we’re all in suits and it’s just awesome cuz you’ll never see these people outside of tournaments so it’s not like coming out will come back to haunt you cuz they can’t contact your parents! It’s great

Anyways, it was round 2 of the Auditioning event (basically you perform a monologue you’ve never seen before for a panel of judges and they rate you and say “yes I would cast you” “no I would not”) and I am GOOD at that event, so I placed 1st in my round 1 room.

I’m sitting on the floor with a boy and a girl who look to be about my age and we start talking about the event and our lives.

Eventually I make a casual comment about my homophobic mother and the girl kinda sits up and asks me a little bit about my home life and I’m like yeah it’s shitty but it’s fine, and she kinda smiles all reassuringly at me and gives me some advice and I’m like “dang she’s actually…really hot”

And she WAS oh god she was

A little later she asked “do you have a girlfriend then?” And at the time I didn’t, so I say “nah I’m not too good at that” and she says “at what?”
“Being…being gay, actually”
“Oh I’m sure you’re plenty fine at being gay.”

And time goes by (about fifteen minutes) and idk if she notices I’m hitting on her but I think the boy starts to notice so he switches the topic back to the competition and asks me “what place did you get in your room last round?”

I say “first! You?” He says he got third place, and I turn to the girl, kinda wink at her, and ask what place she got.

She laughs and said “oh no sweetie, I’m not competing! I’m his mother.”

Yes: she was his MOTHER.

So I kinda freeze and I laugh awkwardly and say “oh”

She says “aw you thought I was a high schooler? You’re so sweet! Did you not see my wedding ring?”

And I kinda laughed and said “yeah uh no I gotta go” and luckily they called my name to go read and she hugged me and wished me luck.

That’s the end, right?
WRONG!

There was another girl from my school, my now girlfriend, who witnessed this event and told the entire group from my school. I didn’t care. It was a great story. Until…

Outside of another one of my events, group improv scenes, I see HER WITHOUT HER SON outside the door. She comes up to me and started talking and wishing me luck and I’m over here dying because my friends are all waving and giggling about my “sugar momma” (oh did I mention—SHE HAS A RADIO TALK SHOW AND IS A MILLIONAIRE FOR FUCKS SAKE) and says “yeah I came to watch you perform! You’re so sweet!”

And I was like “haha yeah…”

We ended up doing great in that event, and I never saw her again (thank god) but to this day I still hear about the time I hit on a married 45-year-old millionaire with seven kids, one of whom was sitting right in between us.

I hope you all enjoyed my story.

Somewhere in Virginia, there is a house that has an overflowing swear jar that Lucille started for Negan, but never got to empty.

How to Flirt as A Swiftie (An Embarrassing Story)
  • Me: *sees my crush walking towards me* *to my friend* oh my god, he's coming this way! What should I do?!?!
  • Friend: For the love of God, just talk to him normally.
  • Crush: *sits by my side* *waves* hi, Rikki.
  • Me: *hyperventilates* *squeaks* hi.
  • *awkward silence*
  • Me: *lamely* You know, funny story. You remind me of a Taylor Swift song.
  • Crush: Really. What song?
  • Me: You belong with me.
  • Friend: *chokes on her drink*
  • Crush: *raises his eyebrow* *smiles slyly*
  • Me: *blushes profusely I'm like a living tomato already*
  • *note to myself, never EVER flirt to anyone ever again*
Another drunk phone call
  • Me: "Man, I'm gonna regret this tomorrow"
  • Cole: "aww, is this another drunk phone call? I'm excited"
  • Me: "I'm not, I should be studying and I'm freezing my butt off"
  • Cole: "no, not your butt! Way too precious"
  • Me: *rolls eyes and sighs*
  • Cole: "did you just roll your eyes? I heard that, young lady."
  • Me: "since when are you allowed to call me that?"
  • Cole: *silence* "soooo..you're gonna be 18 pretty soon after you've graduated. You know what that means, right?"
  • Me: "endless partying and burning my work sheets?"
  • Cole: "I wanna take you out."
  • Me: "are you fucking mental, you can't just tell me that"
  • Cole: "Do you want me to take you out?"
  • Me: "I'm not gonna answer that"
  • Cole: "fine. So that's a yes."
  • Me: "you suck"
  • Cole: "I'm pretty sure you're better at sucking than I am."
  • Me: "OH MY GOD"
  • Cole: "You're gonna hang up now, aren't you?"
  • Me: "I'm never gonna talk to you again"
  • Cole: "See you Monday?"
  • Me: "yeah see ya. I'm the hot chick with the massive hangover."
  • *hangs up*

anonymous asked:

What do you think is Quinn's 'special talent' in bed? Is he indeed a sliver tongued devil?! (asked semper-draca a similar question cuz I need the empirical data for reseach)

Hmm. So, here’s the thing: I don’t necessarily think Quinn’s tongue is any more silvered than average. What sets him apart, in my mind, is his approach. 

In my mind, Quinn is a hyper-attentive, extremely giving lover. Sometimes people assume this means he’s submissive, but I tend to interpret it as he’s the type of person who gets off on knowing EXACTLY how to please his partner, whether that means submitting, dominating, etc. That mind that keeps track of myriad variables in the heat of battle and adjusts his strategy accordingly? Is also keeping track of the myriad cues given off by his partner and changing tact to make them moan and squeal in just *that way* that,in turn, drives him crazy. 

So… yes, he’s probably pretty silver-tongued, but mostly because he’s a) willing to spend as much time there as his partner wants, rather than seeing it as a means to something else, and b) is super attentive to their reactions.