oh well the idea was there i guess

anonymous asked:

Your blog readership is unbelievable. Yeah, you know who's most likely to have no idea about the downsides of tight-knit Christian communities? Well, I don't, either, but my first guess wouldn't be someone who grew up somewhere with organized, explicitly Christian prayer in the public schools. Oh, yeah, and I know it must come as an UTTER SHOCK to you, a refugee from anti-gay-hellscape, that some Christians are anti-gay. -internet hugs- if that will make it any better.

Yeeeeeep

Honestly, this whole affair is giving me new insight into a couple things:

One is the thing of railing hardest against the people nearest to you. Because you know who needs to be yelled at until they realise that Fundamentalist Evangelical Christianity is bad? Someone who spent years going through Fundamentalist Evangelical Christian Hell in a school so blatantly copying the worst parts of America that they handed out pamphlets on guarding your virginity that were published in fucking Georgia.

This is clearly someone with so little knowledge of Christianity’s downsides that they’ll change their mind if we loudly yell enough crude insults into her inbox. Except that these aren’t actually her opinions, so it’s not really “changing her mind” so much as “shaming her into shutting up”, but that’s good enough, right?

(BRB, screening out anyone on OkCupid who has “and it’s important” next to “atheist”, blocking atheism-themed blogs, gazing suspiciously at anyone who liked any of the many many anti-Fundie posts I’ve made, and just generally noticing that a large fraction of the people who agree with me are massive assholes I want nothing to do with.)

The other one is… Well…

I’m not quite sure what impulse overtakes anti-drug educators to claim that drug use spreads solely through peer pressure. Surely some people do start using drugs for peer pressure reasons, but the main thing that gets people addicted is that, for many people, being on drugs feels really good. Good enough to ruin your life over.

Obviously, a reasonable position on heroin would be “holy shit are you insane don’t even touch that stuff”. However, if you go far enough in the direction of railing against heroin, you may start denying that it has any attractive qualities. And then what do you do? How do you explain the people who like heroin? Well, clearly they got peer-pressured until they were trapped by the addiction.

OK, but now here’s the rub: Why did anyone start doing this? It can’t be peer-pressure all the way down. Why did the first person take heroin? Because it felt good.

I think this is the same problem anyone who thinks religion is bad has to face. In this case, peer pressure probably is explaining a fair bit of the effect, but it obviously can’t pull all the weight. Somewhere along the lines, someone liked it. We all know about them. They’re definitely there. And, if you want to give them an attractive alternative to their religion, you have to know why they like what they currently have.

If you think heroin doesn’t feel like anything and people only do it because of peer pressure, your model will be too far off to realise that methadone is useful. You’ll just go around telling people to use their willpower to stand up to peer pressure and immediately be fine. And, of course, you’ll fail to do any good in the world. But at least you’ll feel good about not compromising your principles, right?

Similarly, if Christianity has social benefits, then the only way you’re going to find a perfect substitute is by enumerating them and creating secular alternatives. If you want to make fewer heroin addicts, you need to figure out what people are getting out of heroin and target that. If you want your estranged family members to follow you out of their church, you need to give them a good alternative to snorting Jesus.

And, as someone who had to leave behind almost everyone I grew up with because of this, it actually fucking matters to me what will make it possible to see home again. Americans can just sit around and wait for the religious demographic shift to do their work for them. I handed out atheist pamphlets in a country that’s still 95% Christian. No shit I care more about what works than about what signals Righteous Opposition.

A few weeks back I made a post talking about how I’m trying to read up on the internal dynamics of Christian communities and, specifically, what people like about them. Y’all get three guesses why and two don’t count. And if, in the middle of something else entirely, I find a potential “This is what being high on Christ feels like” argument, maybe I’m going to mention it on my blog. Because that seems like the kind of thing I thought people cared about. Except not really, it seems.

Me: Hey, this person has an argument for why church-membership might be helpful to some Christians. I don’t know how much trust I should put in it yet, so I’ll just quote it in full for you guys to consider.

Y’all niggas, crawlin out of the sewers: ACTUALLY, fundamentalist Christianity, which this quote never addresses, is inherently evil, which no one has contradicted. It’s abusive to all the marginalised groups who don’t like it, which is definitely a counter-argument to it seeming valuable to the people who do like it. Clearly, the actual reason some people like it is that they are corrupted by the devil are also inherently evil. Furthermore, this quote is gross, because it’s basically saying that Christians are oppressed, even though it explicitly says that Christians aren’t oppressed, because what’s reading comprehension? Finally, since it was quoted on this blog that has yet to endorse it, I’ll finish up by sending suicide-baiting messages to a known suicidally depressed person. That’ll definitely teach you to consider outside view points when attempting to promote social change! I’m a Rationalist™ :) :) :)

From the rationalist source:

Arguments are soldiers. Once you know which side you’re on, you must support all arguments of that side, and attack all arguments that appear to favor the enemy side; otherwise it’s like stabbing your soldiers in the back. If you abide within that pattern, policy debates will also appear one-sided to you—the costs and drawbacks of your favored policy are enemy soldiers, to be attacked by any means necessary.

But expecting anyone to understand that is silly. Obviously rationality was never about winning - it was about the signals we sent along the way.

#buymelodramaonitunes

  • the reason melodrama is so complex is that it simultaneously celebrates and criticises parties as a place where the rules no longer apply 
  • parties give us an illusion of control? confined in the world of the party it’s all ‘our rules, our dreams’ and we are ‘kings and queens’
  • homemade dynamite is such a call to arms for our generation okay it feels like a metaphor for the potential we all have to create change 
  • but equally could be a metaphor for our self-destructive tendencies??? 
  • the louvre is beautiful because it glorifies the tiny beautiful moments, relationships that don’t last forever but are still beautiful and priceless and are still works of art - masterpieces and still good enough for the louvre
  • also this is a song about writing a love song? ‘broadcast the boom boom boom and make ‘em all dance to it’ that is literally the conventional role of pop music? 
  • okay but hear me out i think liability/hard feelings are two versions of the same story, liability immediately after the split and hard feelings in retrospect!!!!! there are so many parallels!!!
  • let go of this endless summer afternoon vs. every endless summer’s eating me alive 
  • well i guess i should go vs. well i guess i’ll go home 
  • big mistake of dancing in my storm vs.  how you’d dance for me 
  • i am obsessed with how sober ii explores the performance of being a young adult like ‘oh how fast the evening passes’ and the references to ‘champagne’ suggests some form of performed sophistication 
  • ‘we told you this was melodrama’ could play on this idea of performing a role, or alternatively could play on the way society views the lives of millennials - melodramatic and ridiculous!!!
  • ‘they’ll talk about us, all the lovers, how we kissed and killed each other’  reminds us that this is our legacy, this is how we live forever - it’s super self-reflective and seems to call on us to consider the mark we are leaving on the world BUT also ‘romanticises us making us the stuff of myth and legend, we are immortalised forever in our scandal 
  • writer in the dark!!!!! so like to begin with that double meaning - kissing her literally in the dark / kissing her while he kept her in the dark about how he really felt 
  • this is lorde’s ‘blank space’ revenge song okay fight me on this 
  • her secret power is being able to keep him forever bc she ‘locks him in her heart’ he’ll rue the day he kissed her because in doing so he sealed his fate!!!
  • this is actually REALLY CREEPY I WANT A CREEPY MUSIC VIDEO!!!!
  • okay so love of my life supercut: every chorus is like the actual supercut playing back all the good parts back - that sunny pre-chorus with the repetition, mirroring the idea of a highlights reel playing over and over again
  • but it’s also a metaphor for seeing a past relationship through rose-tinted glasses/the way nostalgia makes things beautiful - she is only remembering the beautiful parts
  • okay but the ultimate storyline of the album seems to be from green light, sober, homemade dynamite we get the impression that ‘all there is, is the party’, whereas liability reprise suggests that ‘maybe all this is the party’ which is such a beautiful and hopeful discovery for the album to make - leading straight into perfect places, which celebrates life with all it’s imperfections and flaws!!!
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make me choose 
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#100 with Jungkook please! Thank you

I Got You On My Mind [Part 1]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Genre: Angst (ft. Fuckboy!Jungkook)

Summary: In a world where soulmates can share thoughts, you never imagined that the sweet voice in your head would belong to a guy like Jungkook.

Word count: 1.5k words

Originally posted by jungxook

You dropped your backpack beside you, and it landed on the ground with a loud thunk. Sighing quietly, you collapsed onto a beanbag (because your university was trendy enough to have them in the library) and tried not to cry. Your body sank into the soft material of the beanbag, and you wished you could just disappear.

The sunlight streaming in from the window beside you doused you in warmth, and soon you felt yourself slipping into sleep.

“Rough day?” a voice rang through your head. Your lips quirked into a smile, your earlier hardships completely forgotten.

It was a rare moment when soulmates shared thoughts. No one really understood the science of soulmates–the mechanics of thought-sharing, in particular. It was just a universally accepted phenomenon, and you thought it was beautiful.

Yeah, you could say that, you thought, hoping your soulmate would be able to hear you. Sometimes, all you got was a passing thought, and sometimes you were able to have conversations. There was only one limitation–you could never share your identity.

Still, you tried and tried and tried. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate.

“What happened?” your soulmate asked, his sweet voice making you blush. You thought his voice was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, and you wondered if the boy was just as beautiful.

Just…life. University’s hard, you know? you replied. The little information you knew about your soulmate was this: he was around your age, also in university, studying music and dance, liked anime, exercised a lot.

“Trust me, I feel that,” came his response, and it sounded almost amused. “But you’ll be okay.”

For the next few minutes, you tried to think of something to ask him. You hoped he couldn’t hear your embarrassing thoughts. His thoughts were silent too, and you knew the connection had been lost.

Smiling sadly, you stood up and grabbed your bag. Your encounter with your soulmate, however brief, was enough to energize you. Ready to face the rest of the day, you walked out of the library. Your thoughts lingered back to your soulmate, and you wondered if he was thinking about you, too.


Your phone blared loudly, and you startled awake. Still disoriented, your heart thumped wildly as you searched blindly for your phone. Finally, you located it on your nightstand. Squinting at the bright screen, you saw that you had an incoming call from your roommate.

“Hello?” you mumbled, pressing your phone to the side of your face.

“Oh, shit, did I wake you up?” Jieun exclaimed, her excited voice too loud so early in the morning. “Well, since you’re up, we can talk! Y/N, you’ll never guess what just happened.”

You sighed, flopping back onto your bed. “So tell me,” you said blandly.

“You’re no fun,” Jieun pouted. “Okay! So. I just slept with Jungkook! Let me tell you, the rumours are true. He’s great in bed and he does this thing–”

“Wow! Cool!” you squeaked, quickly cutting her off. You did not need to know about Jieun–or Jungkook’s–sex life. “Is that a good idea, though? I know you’re low-key crushing on him, but Jungkook doesn’t do relationships, right?”

“He doesn’t,” Jieun confirmed sadly. “But maybe he’ll change?”

“I don’t know, Jieun,” you replied slowly. “Be careful, because with a guy like Jungkook, you’re only gonna get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she snorted. You could hear rustling in the background as Jieun moved. “He’s a major fuckboy. I’m trying not to catch feelings, but he’s so damn hot.”

You grunted in agreement.

“Oh, Y/N, can you do me a favour?” Jieun asked suddenly. “I’m going straight to school from Jungkook’s flat. Could you bring me a change of clothes and, like, mouthwash or something?”

“Yeah, sure,” you yawned, getting up to go to Jieun’s room. “I’ll be at school in like an hour. Should I just meet you in the music building?”

Jieun was majoring in music, since she was such a great singer.

“Yep!” she chirped. “Thank you so much, Y/N. You’re the bestest friend ever!”


You walked aimlessly through the music building, a bag full of clothes and toiletries on your back, as you searched for the room number Jieun had sent you earlier. It was a practice room, and the hall you were moving through seemed endless.

In the distance, you could hear the sound of someone singing. As you continued forwards, the voice became clearer and clearer. The person had a beautiful voice. It was clear and melodious, floating softly through the air.

It tugged at the back of your mind, like a faint memory. It was almost like a weird sense of deja vu, and you struggled to recall why.

Then–it hit you.

This was the voice you had been hearing in your head your entire life–the one you had listen to transform over the years. Your soulmate was here.

Your heart thundered in your chest as you practically ran, following the sound of your soulmate’s beautiful voice. It led you to a door that was slightly ajar. Your soulmate was still singing, completely unaware that you were just outside the room, listening.

For a moment, you stopped, not entirely sure if you were ready to meet your soulmate. It was supposed to be the most beautiful moment in life, and it felt strange that your meeting wasn’t going to be spontaneous.

Still, your curiosity got the better of you. You peered through the crack in the doorway, searching for the owner of the voice.

Before you, Jungkook stood. His profile was facing you, the light from the window behind him highlighting his features. Jungkook was beautiful.

Then, you turned away. You could feel your heart breaking already. A guy like Jungkook didn’t believe in soulmates, if his sexual escapades were any indication.

So you left, locating Jieun’s practice room and placing the bag in front of it. As quickly as you had come, you exited the building, headed towards the library to drown yourself in work. You wanted to forget–forget who he was, forget about soulmates, forget about the future you had hoped for.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly spoke, clear in your mind.

You pushed his thoughts away, keeping your mind blank as possible as you hurried through the quad with your head cast down. You didn’t want to indulge in something you could never truly have.


You spent the entire day in the library, alternating between working and staring blankly at the textbooks in front of you. You had forgotten to eat that day, so when you finally staggered out of the library, you were exhausted and hungry. The walk home was quiet. The sun had set a long time ago, although you weren’t entirely sure what time it was.

Once you reached your apartment, you were surprised to find the front door unlocked. You and Jieun didn’t live in the best part of town, so you were always sure to lock the door whenever you came and went.

You turned the knob, and the door creaked as it opened. As you stepped through the threshold, you stumbled over a pair of shoes that were haphazardly strewn on the ground.

“Y/N!” Jieun exclaimed in surprise, sounding breathless.

At that, you looked up.

In front of you, Jieun was pressed against the wall, shirtless, as some guy was leaning over her, his lips attached to her neck. The guy turned towards you once he noticed Jieun’s stillness.

It was Jungkook.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I’m so sorry,” Jieun rambled, pushing Jungkook off her as she reached down to grab her shirt that had been discarded. “I thought you weren’t coming home tonight, since you were so late!”

“D-don’t worry,” you stammered, your voice wavering. You kept your eyes on Jieun, trying not to look at Jungkook. You could feel his heavy gaze on you. “I can stay with Rose or something, it’s not a problem. I’ll j-just leave–”

Suddenly, Jungkook was in front of you, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall. His face was morphed into shock, even awe, before he schooled his features back into indifference. Jungkook peered over you, his large frame blocking your line of vision. You were forced to look at him, and his eyes were burning into you yours.

You’re my soulmate!?” he demanded, his normally sweet voice rumbling. The person he was in your mind was completely different than the boy who stood in front of you. “Answer me!”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice faltering. You continued, your voice stronger, “I am.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook spat, leaning back. He stepped away from you, returning to the front door where he slipped into his shoes. Jungkook turned back to you, and when he spoke, his voice was cold. “I’m not the guy I pretend to be. So do us both a favour and stay the fuck away. Forget this every happened.”

With that, Jungkook exited the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You stood, back still against the wall. You could hear Jieun talking to you, but she sounded far away. But for the first time, your mind was completely blank.

You decided you hated the silence.

- Girl in Luv

Thanks for reading! I think I’ll continue this story…I hate sad endings. When I first imagined this story, it seemed like it could be a longer piece? Maybe I’ll rewrite it or make it a chaptered thing…what do you guys think?

Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush


Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 


ENTER USERNAME:

Cleopatra123

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

Male/Female

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

I’d rather not say/enter here:

WHAT ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?

Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other

PLEASE INDICATE YOUR AGE PREFERANCE:

19-24

CLICK ‘CHAT’ TO BE MATCHED WITH A PARTNER!

YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH ‘THOR562’.

THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHAT?

Yes/No

YOU ARE NOW IN A CHAT WITH THOR562, ENJOY!


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anonymous asked:

What's the deal with 21:21 ?

What’s the deal with-

WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH

oh dear sweet anon

let me take you down season 3 symbolism lane

do you remember this iconic clip?

Well the title of this clip waasssss - you guessed it

What does 21:21 mean?

a couple things -

firstly 21 is an angel number which symbolises that your ideas and beliefs are becoming a reality and that changes are coming into your life. - I think this could be the thing that made Even go “are you serious? we’re going” when Isak told him this time because….to him it was practically a sign that he needs to make his dreams become a reality right now with Isak….

Second - in the bible (which was a major theme in Isak’s season because of his mothers messages and connection to religion) genesis 21:21 is literally The Birth of Isaac. i am not kidding

you would also be aware that water itself is a symbol of birth… so many of us believe that the use of 21:21 and Isak and Even having their first kiss underwater is symbolising that Isak is being roborn. He is finally becoming the person he was always too afraid to be. The real Isak has just been born the moment he leaves with Even at 21:21 and kisses him under water.

The thing that makes this interpretation super obvious in this clip is the fact that Even is literally dressed as god lol.

and then of course the reveal that

ISAK WAS LITERALLY BORN AT 21:21

so yeah rebirth of Isak alright.

and then finally

21:21 doesn’t just mean something significant for Isak…or for Even it means something special and important to the both of them. Together

which is why when Isak posted this on the 21st of May 2017

we all died, because this was a reminder from Isak that it is 21:21 right now in this universe….and guess what? Him and Even are together. Right now at 21:21 the Isak and Even lying together in each others arms in this universe are together and safe and happy and loved.

the fact that his background is very universy further emphasises this.

they are together and happy in this universe at 21:21 and Isak wanted to share it because dear god isn’t it beautiful?

why did i spend time on this  a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)

long story in its entirety:

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Boner

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader moves into a new town and finds out something surprising about her new gorgeous neighbor.

Prompt: “I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.”

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Requested: @whispersandwhiskerburn


Change.

You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.

Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid. 

Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.

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No idea why this lineart took so long but anyway (part of a long post that I’ll get up as soon as it’s done).

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I had a conversation with @stonefreeak about this scene a few weeks back and I’ve been turning it over in my head ever since.

I’d never thought much about it until that conversation, but after that I started considering the context and just what Anakin is/isn’t saying here.  This is literally all Anakin says, he is incredibly vague, just that he’s having visions/dreams, they’re of suffering and death, and they’re someone close to him.  That’s literally it, that’s all he says in this scene.

And then I started considering this from Yoda’s point of view:
- Has no idea that Anakin is dreaming of Padme
- Has no idea that Anakin has any kind of relationship/feelings for Padme
- Has no idea this is about her dying in childbirth
- Knows that the Jedi been obligated to fight IN A WAR for the last few years
- Knows that Jedi have been DYING IN THIS WAR for years now
- Knows that EVERY SINGLE JEDI is suffering RIGHT NOW ALREADY

TAKE A GUESS WHO YODA PROBABLY THINKS ANAKIN IS TALKING ABOUT.

SOMEONE CLOSE TO ANAKIN THAT HE’S KNOWN TO BE ATTACHED TO.

Yeah, that’s right, I think it makes way more sense (and makes his reactions make more sense) when you realize, oh, shit, Yoda probably thinks he’s talking about Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, who may well die in this war, just like the other Jedi around them are dying.  Who pledged his life to the Jedi Order, who are beholden to the Senate and obligated to fight in this war, who Anakin loves and would worry about if he were having dreams of Obi-Wan’s death.

(And you can’t tell me that they both wouldn’t have acted/reacted the exact same way if it had been exactly that.)

❂ ————– THE LION KING SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ’
’ I despise guessing games. ’
’ Oh, goody. ’
’ Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. ’
’ When I’m King, what’ll that make you? ’
’ You’re so weird. ’
’ You have no idea. ’
’ Sing something with a little bounce in it. ’
’ I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts. ’
’ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It’s our motto. ’
’ What’s a motto? ’
’ Nothing. What’s a motto with you? ’
’ Did I miss something? ’
’ Let me out! Let me out! ’
’ Please don’t eat me. ’
’ Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper. ’
’ I can’t go back. What would it prove, anyway?  ’
’ You can’t change the past. ’
’ You said you’d always be there for me! But you’re not. ’
’ It’s because of me. It’s my fault. ’
’ Ahh, so you haven’t told them your little secret. ’
’ It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true. ’
’ No! It was an accident! ’
’ It’s your fault he’s/she’s dead. Do you deny it? ’
’ Then you’re guilty. ’
’ No, I’m not a murderer! ’
’ Friends? I thought he/she said we were the enemy. ’
’ Don’t ever do that again! Carnivores, ugh! ’
’ We’re pals, right? ’
’ I don’t wonder; I know. ’
’ The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. ’
’ I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. ’
’ Fireflies that, uh… got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing. ’
’ Everything the light touches is our kingdom. ’
’ A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. ’
’ What’s happened to you? ’
’ You’re right, I’m not. Now are you satisfied? ’
’ You know you’re starting to sound like my father. ’
’ The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave. ’
’ So where are we really going? ’
’ Right. So how are we going to ditch the dodo? ’
’ It’s a tradition going back generations. ’
’ Well, when I’m king, that’ll be the first thing to go. ’
’ Well, in that case, you’re fired. ’
’ Nice try, but only the king can do that. ’
’ Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet. ’
’ Why do I always have to save your… Ahhh! ’
’ I know what I have to do. ’
’ Temper, temper. ’
’ I’ve been running from it for so long. ’
’ Ow! Jeez, what was that for? ’
’ It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. ’
’ Oh yes, the past can hurt. ’
’ But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ’
’ You see? So what are you going to do? ’
’ First, I’m gonna take your stick. ’
’ Good! Go on! Get out of here! ’
’ So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. ’
’ Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me. ’
’ I wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ’
’ Is that a challenge? ’
’ I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool. ’
’ There’s one in every family sire. Two in mine, actually. ’
’ Pinned you again. ’
’ What’s going on? ’
’ Oh, dear, I’ve said too much! ’
’ Well, I’m brave. What’s out there? ’
’ All the more reason for me to be protective. ’
’ Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later. ’
’ Just promise me you’ll never visit that dreadful place! ’
’ You run along now and have fun. ’
’ I wonder if its brains are still in there? ’
’ Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha! ’
’ Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? ’
’ Puh. You can’t do anything to me. ’
’ Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It’s time to go! ’
’ Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? ’
’ I’m very disappointed in you. ’
’ You could have been killed! ’
’ You deliberately disobeyed me! ’
’ I was just trying to be brave like you. ’
’ I’m only brave when I have to be. ’
’ Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. ’
’ Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh? ’
’ But you’re not scared of anything. ’
’ We were afraid it was somebody important. ’
’ Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. ’
’ Yeah, be prepared! We’ll be prepared… for what? ’
’ Long live the king! Long live the king! ’
’ If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it? ’
’ If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised. ’
’ You are such a naughty boy/girl! ’
’ You hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill ya! ’
’ So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. ’
’ That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. ’
’ You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. ’
’ Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we. ’
’ I’m telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities… ’
’ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ’
’ Come on, I just heard about this great place. ’
’ I’m surrounded by idiots. ’
’ I’m kinda in the middle of a bath. ’
’ So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb. ’
’ I’ll show you when we get there. ’
’ The waterhole? What’s so great about the waterhole? ’
’ You’re the king? And you never told us? ’
’ You don’t even know what I’ve been through! ’
’ I finally got some sense knocked into me. ’
’ Please have mercy, I beg you. ’
’ You don’t deserve to live. ’
’ Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie. ’
’ This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. ’
’ I’ll make it up to you, I promise. ’
’ You got to put your past behind you. ’
’ When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. ’
’ Bad things happen, and you can’t do anything about it. ’
’ There’s more to being a king than getting your way all the time. ’
’ I’m so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. ’
’ Listen kid: if you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us. ’
’ Come on, will you cut it out? ’
’ I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure. ’
’ What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? ’
’ I’m not the one who’s confused. ’
’ You don’t even know who you are! ’
’ This is just the way your father looked before he died. ’
’ So what’s the plan for getting past those guys? ’
’ No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain! ’
’ Where is your hunting party? They’re not doing their job. ’
’ Then you have sentenced us to death! ’
’ Well, it sure is a surprise to see you… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It means “no worries”. ’
’ These are rare delicacies. ’
’ You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. ’
’ You are more than what you have become. ’
’ How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be. ’
’ Will you stop following me? Who are you? ’
’ What’s going on here? Who’s the monkey? ’
  • George and Harold: [genuinely curious to see if there's anything in the world that could actually make Melvin laugh]
  • George: Maybe he'd get a really bland joke,
  • Harold: I know a bland joke, hEY MELVIN!!!
  • Melvin: Yes, Harold? [turns to face them in his desk]
  • Harold: Why did the chicken cross the road?
  • Melvin: ,,,,, I don't know, why did the chicken cross the road?
  • Harold: To get to the other side!
  • George: [facepalms]
  • Melvin: that's supposed to be a joke?
  • Harold: [visibly embarrassed] Okay, you can turn back around.
  • Melvin: [goes back to his work]
  • George: [gasps] I got another idea! [walks infront of Melvin's desk]
  • Melvin: [slowly looks up at George] What do you want, George?
  • George: [leans against Melvin's desk] I was trying to come up with a good chemistry joke, but all the good ones Argon.
  • Melvin: well that's too bad, i suppose i would have--
  • Melvin: [face lights up]
  • Melvin: Oh! You said Argon like the element!! [chuckles] I get it! I never would have guessed you actually payed attention during chemistry, Beard.
  • George and Harold: [start screaming ecstatically]
Okay, but imagine Ron not being the oblivious one for once

Harry Potter and the Gay Disaster

Starring Ron Weasley (AKA: The Boy Who Fucking Knew It)

“Ron, do you think Malfoy might be gay?”

“Oh, I dunno, Harry. What makes you think so? Is it the way he dresses like a model and spends at least an hour on his hair daily? How bout the fact that he’s had a crush on you since literally first year?”

“Huh. Yeah. I guess you’re right. I only asked because I heard him telling Pansy he liked blokes, but yeah, those things work too.” 

Pause.

Pause.

“Ron, do you think I might be gay?”

“Oh, I dunno, Harry. What gave you that idea? Is it the fact that you talk about Malfoy 24/7? How bout the way you follow his name on the Marauder's Map at ungodly hours of the night? Or the fact that you stalk him and wonder what he’s up to and even worry about him despite him being your supposed enemy?”

“Oh. Yeah. I suppose you’re right.”

“Of course I’m fucking right. It’s not like I’ve had to watch the two of you dance around each other for seven years or anything.”

“Right, well, I guess I’ll ask him out then.”

“You’d fucking better. I didn’t put up with your nonsense for this long to have you throw it away willy-nilly.”

“Right, um, thanks Ron.”

“You’re fucking welcome.”

FIRE EMBLEM MAIN CHARACTERS AS SPONGEBOB QUOTES:
  • Marth: I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
  • Alm: Come on. You know, I wumbo, you wumbo, he/she/me wumbo. Wombology, the study of wumbo! It’s first grade Spongebob!
  • Celica: EEEEEEVILLLLLLLL!
  • Sigurd: If i were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend... Well, that would be okay.
  • Seliph: The boy cries you a sweater of tears, and ya kill him.
  • Leif: Do you smell it? That smell, the kind of smelly smell. A smelly smell that smells... smelly
  • Roy: I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.
  • Eliwood: That idea may just be crazy enough… TO GET US ALL KILLED!
  • Hector: I used to be a wimp. NOW I'M A JERK, AND EVERYBODY LOVES ME!
  • Lyn: Oh well, I guess I’m not wearing any pants today!
  • Eirika: 1% evil, 99% hot gas
  • Ephraim: It may be stupid, but it's also dumb.
  • Ike: Goodbye everyone, I'll remember you all in therapy.
  • Micaiah: Well, it's not a secret that the best thing about a secret is secretly telling someone your secret, thereby secretly adding another secret to their secret collection of secrets. Secretly.
  • Chrom: Is Mayonnaise an instrument?
  • Robin: WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!
  • Lucina: We did it Patrick, we saved the city!
  • Corrin: Can I be excused for the rest of my life?
Pain Fades [Wade Wilson x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do a soulmate au with deadpool where you feel your soulmates pain and they meet after he gets cancer and has the healing ability and he meets her and apologizes about all the pain”

A/N: Hope you love this anon! I tried to get some humor in there lol.

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Let’s talk about soulmates. That one significant person that’s supposed to have been designed to be your perfect match. They’re supposed to know everything about you, even the amount of pain you suffered, that’s because they felt it too. Every broken bone to papercut.

So the idea of meeting his soulmate made Wade’s skin crawl everything he went through, and of his own volition. How could he face you? Putting you through every needle puncture. He did everything he could to avoid his soulmate, if someone so what as flinched around him when he felt any sort of pain he got out of there fast.

But fate has a way of doing it’s job.

Wade was walking down a cold damp sidewalk. His hood was pulled over his head, protecting him from the cold rain and the stares from passersby. By the time he reached his location his hood was soaked with rain, but the chill didn’t really bother him. After everything he’s been through, cold was the last thing he felt.

Reaching the door to his location he entered a small tucked away coffee shop. A diamond in the rough if one will. It had good coffee but many people didn’t know about it, making it perfect. When he came in he sat at a table in the corner, avoiding the eyes of the other patrons.

He knew every worker in this place. So when he heard an unfamiliar voice and laugh he couldn’t help but look up. He saw you behind the counter laughing at a joke one of your co-workers had made. Countering it with one of your own, making Wade chuckle.

Noticing you look over, he watched as you grab a pen and order pad before walking from behind the counter.

He ducked his head and pulled his hood further over his face.

“Hello Sir, I’m [F/n]. Is there anything I can get you today?” You asked in a friendly tone. A smile crossing your face.

Wade didn’t pick up his head just answered with a simple order of black coffee. Black as his soul to be exact, making a laugh escape from your throat and him to allow a smile.

He peeked up after you left, watching you walk back to the counter. He found you rather attractive, but you’d never go for someone as disfigured and unappealing as him.

He ducked his head again when you returned with the cup of coffee. “Will there be anything else for you sir?” Asking with the same cheery tone.

“Um, no this is fine.” He nodded.

Taking a sip he immediately recoiled, “Fuck that’s hot” you both said in unison. His eyes widened and he looked up at you. Seeing you holding your lip the same place he was burned.

“Oh my god” you muttered in disbelief. Wade immediately got self conscious and pulled at his hood to cover his head more. “No, not that” you said stopping him, allow him to take the hood off.

Looking back at the counter before sitting across from him. He just stared at you, “I guess we’re soulmates” smiling at him.

“I-I guess so” his stare never ceasing. “I’m sorry. I uh. For everything, you felt everything. I’m so sorry I never wanted to inflict that kind of pain on you and now you’re stuck with some disfigured t-Rex for a soulmate” he apologized profusely.

You shook your head, “You mean your skin? That doesn’t bother me.” Smiling comfortingly at him.

“What?”

You nodded, “You see, my brother used to be a firefighter. But he got caught in a fire helping when he was off duty. Not having any of his gear ended with him having severe burns. I-I guess because of that and the way his wife accepts him and everyone accepts him, makes it not really bother me. I find you extremely handsome…” Pausing where a name would be.

Shaking off his stunned expression he said “Wade Wilson”

You smiled “Wade. I’m [F/n] [L/n]”

He smiled at you. “You really don’t mind being with me.”

Nodding you answered “Well I guess I have a thing for T-Rex’s” chuckling.

Laughing he said, “Yup, I guess so. You do know, all dinosaurs feared the T-Rex” making you laugh. “I’ve said that in a movie before” he nodded (Warning: mind the fourth wall).

“Oh really? Well I guess I’m talking to a movie star”

He chuckled “You have no idea” *winks at audience*

I really like you, you know? (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Request: “Can I request a fic with Zach where the reader and Zach are snapchatting. The reader is really sleepy because she’s been staying up late to get homework done and being so tired, she accidently tells Zach she likes him a lot. (Can it be fluffy and a little angsty?)”

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It was still 4:30p.m., but you were already tired and longing for your bed. You tried really hard to keep your eyes open, but they had their way of beating you. Finally, you gave up. You got up from the table you were occupying on the school’s library, picked up your stuff and walked home.

The second you got into your room, you took of your shoes and slowly climbed into your bed. You hadn’t even closed your eyes yet when your phone lighted up and buzzed.

“How hard is it for a girl to get her beauty sleep in this wicked world?” you mumbled like a real drama queen, talking to the walls. You reached out lazily for your phone and, suddenly, all your complains went away. The top notification was a Snapchat from Zach Dempsey.

After waiting a while (in your mind, opening it up too quickly would make him think you were desperate), you finally saw his chat. It was just random letters, probably sent by mistake. You rolled your eyes, not believing you created all that expectation in your head. What were you thinking? That Zach freaking Dempsey snapchatted you saying he was madly crushing you?

You sent a question mark back and put your phone away. It only took five seconds for it to buzz again.

“You have got to be kidding me”

You didn’t want to look, all you wanted was a nice nap. Your curiosity spoke louder, and you picked it back up.

Zach Dempsey: Oh hello Y/N this is Zach and I stare at your Snapchat stories like an idiot
Zach Dempsey: I’m lovesick because of uuuuuu
Zach Dempsey: let me be the juliet to your romeo
Zach Dempsey: I’m juliet coz I’m a little girl

You realized it was one of his friends joking around, and laugh softly. You decided to mess around too.

You: I knew it.
Zach Dempsey: that I’m a little girl????
You: oh yeah. it’s common knowledge.

Video call from : Zach Dempsey

You didn’t expect this. You didn’t know if you should pick up or not. You decided to go on with the game, so you fixed your hair and made sure you looked okay. You pressed “answer” and Justin Foley’s face showed up on the screen. It looked like they were at the gymnasium, probably practicing basketball.

“Yo Dempsey! I got your phone man” Justin yelled, and the camera focused on Zach, who was standing at the other side of the gym. “You shouldn’t have told me your password!”

“Dude what are you doing?” Zach rushed over and tried to get his phone out of Justin’s hands. You giggled and, with that sound, Dempsey just stopped moving. “Foley. What was that?”

Justin showed him the screen, and his eyes widened when he saw your face.

“Well hello there” you said, not knowing what to do.

“Y/N, hi. I-uh, hang on, I’ll call you back okay?” The screen went black and his face disappeared. You waited for the call and, since it didn’t came, you tried to sleep again. Unsuccessfully, you should add.

Grumbling, you kicked your covers away, picked up your books and started studying again in your desk.

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You were so entertained by your homework you almost missed the notification from Zach. Almost. You unlocked your phone and checked it out.

Zach Dempsey: Hey, I’m sorry for earlier. Justin is an idiot
You: It’s okay 😂

You weren’t really expecting an answer after that, but fortunately it came.

Zach Dempsey: well anyway
Zach Dempsey: wyd?

You gave the pile of papers and books in front of you a sad glance.

You: homework. u?
Zach Dempsey: just chillin I guess

You sighed, jealous of his procrastination.

You: let’s trade please, I can’t stand biology anymore
Zach Dempsey: send all the bio stuff for me. I’ll do it for you, I love bio

What a cutie. He loved bio.

You: don’t give me ideas, Dempsey. I’ll send it for real
Zach Dempsey: lol
Zach Dempsey: you can come over some day and I’ll give you a hand

Oh my god. Zach invited you to his place. You and him, at his house. What a time to be alive.

You: that would be nice :)
Zach Dempsey: so… I’m sorry if that’s like way too intrusive but I wanna ask something
You: dear lord… shoot

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to ask you out?

Zach Dempsey: are you and colin jensen a thing?

Well, apparently not. No dates for miss (Y/N) and mr Zach Dempsey.

You: who tf is colin jensen?
Zach Dempsey: you know, skinny dude who works at crestmont

You let out a loud laugh.

You: you mean clay jensen?
Zach Dempsey: probably
Zach Dempsey: anyway
Zach Dempsey: are you guys together?
You: no sir

The conversation just went on and on, and you liked Zach more and more by the second. He was sweet and funny, and talking to him was just so nice… but you really, really needed to sleep.

You: hey, I gotta go
Zach Dempsey: why??
You: I need some sleep
Zach Dempsey: it’s eight o'clock my lady

My lady. Jesus Christ.

You: I know
You: but I didn’t sleep last night
Zach Dempsey: what were you up to?
You: at a date with my usual partner
Zach Dempsey: 🤔
Zach Dempsey: usual partner?
You: homework
Zach Dempsey: oh, I see
Zach Dempsey: but can’t you stay just a little longer?
You: that’s not a very good idea
You: sleep deprived (Y/N) usually talks more than she should
Zach Dempsey: one more reason why you should stick around w me
Zach Dempsey: this conversation is about to get interesting
Zach Dempsey: stay pleease

Well, he was asking… you guessed it couldn’t be that bad staying up just a few more minutes.

You: okay, I’ll give you some extra time
You: what do you wanna talk about?
Zach Dempsey: let’s play a game

Uh-oh.

You: what kind of game?
Zach Dempsey: nothing special, just asking each other some questions
You: ok fine, you go first
Zach Dempsey: I’ll take it easy on you because it’s the first question
Zach Dempsey: we’re just warming up
Zach Dempsey: what’s your favorite color?

You laughed again.

You: how original my man
You: green
Zach Dempsey: I’m one of a kind
Zach Dempsey: your turn
You: I’m not extending the courtesy of taking it easy, sorry
You: are you and justin dating?

He sent you a picture of his face. He was frowning, trying to cover a smile.

Zach Dempsey: you’re lame. that’s a terrible question, and the answer is no
You: that was a valid question
Zach Dempsey: there will be a payback
Zach Dempsey: you better believe in karma
Zach Dempsey: my question is why are you single

You didn’t really understood the question. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

You: what do you mean
Zach Dempsey: I mean, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and I just don’t get how can you not have a boyfriend

You froze. Before you could realize the huge mistake you were making, you sent him the most stupid confession ever.

You: I couldn’t date anyone because you’re the one that I like, and it’s like a lot

Your eyes widened when your own words sunk in. You really should have stopped the conversation when you had the chance. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You waited anxiously for his answer. He opened the chat, visualized your message and…

He ignored it.

You even waited a few minutes but there was no response. “Well, congratulations (Y/N), you ruined everything as usual”, you thought, and climbed up your bed. You picked up your blankets from the floor and covered your ashamed and self loathing body.

It felt like you had just fallen asleep when a noise woke you up. Scared, you almost fell on the floor. It sounded like… knocks?

You picked up a baseball bat you kept on the floor (just for hitting strangers because you couldn’t even play any sports) and looked around. Suddenly, you saw Zach outside your window.

“Oh my god!” you whispered, in shock, and opened the lock so he could come inside. “What are you doing here? Jesus I only have my pajamas on!”

You covered yourself with your arms, which made Zach laugh.

“I came here because I wanted to know if what you said was true. You know, the I-like-you-a-lot thing” he asked in a serious tone.

“God just forget I said it, it’s embarrassing really” you looked away from him.

“I don’t think so”

“Well, that’s because you don’t have feelings for someone who doesn’t like you back” you whispered, trying not to get your parents attention.

Suddenly, Zach’s hands were on your waist and he pulled you close, with nothing but an inch of air between your bodies. Your heart started beating like crazy. One of his hands went up to your jaw and caressed it. His fingers made their way to your lips, separating them.

“Who said anything about not liking back?” he whispered too, and then pressed his lips against yours.

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Sooo I hope you liked it, I’m sorry if it’s different from what you expected!

Father’s Day: A Markiplier Egos One Shot

“It’s called ‘Father’s Day,’” Host explains. “The idea is that it’s a day to honor father’s. It’s really not that complicated.”

“But what do we do?” Wilford asks, stretching out his suspenders and quirking an eyebrow at the Host as they lounge in the library.

“Well, as figments, we don’t actually have a father. We just… exist,” Host says with a shrug. “This day doesn’t really apply to us.”

“Isn’t Ed a father?” Wilford’s face screws up in confusion. “How did that happen?”

Host pauses. “I… don’t know.”

Wilford shrugs and claps his hands together suddenly, startling the Host. “Oh, sorry, Hosty, but hear me out, what if we did something for Mark? He’s kind of like a father to us, right?”

“You have a very skewed definition of what a father is, Will.” Host takes a sip of his coffee and makes a face. It’s gone cold. Conversations with Wilford are not good for hot drinks. “Lewis?” the Host asks softly, and the dragon obliges, breathing a stream of fire towards the cup and heating the liquid inside. “Thank you,” and then back to Wilford, “What would we even do? Grill steaks? Toss around a football? That would be plenty of fun for me.”

Wilford shakes his head. “No, Host. You’re thinking about this all wrong! This is the Markiplier, we’re talking about here.” Wilford playfully nudges the Host. “And we’re the Markiplier Egos. If we’re going to do something…” Wilford’s eyes get very devious. “We’re going to do it our way.”

 

Mark finishes up recording for the day and flops down onto the couch. Chica jumps up, stepping all over him, before settling down beside him, her tail wagging happily. “Hey, bub,” Mark laughs, petting the pupper and feeling the muscles in his shoulders relax. They always get tense after playing horror games.

When he hears the doorbell ring, he assumes it’s one of the gang. Amy or Ethan or someone, but when he checks his phone, which he always neglects to do while recording, none of them have tried to contact him. Mark gently pushes Chica off of him, hops up, and goes to check who’s at the door. To say what he sees surprises him is probably the understatement of the millennium.

Most of the Egos are on his doorstep, arms full of gifts and video games and food. Mark opens the door slowly, poking his head out and trying to give them a convincing smile as he worriedly asks, “Um, hey guys. Wh-what are you doing here?”

“It’s Father’s Day!” Wilford screams in his face, tossing a fistful of glitter at Mark.

“Uh, yeah?” Mark blinks the glitter out of his eyes and surveys the others: Bim, Host, Doc, Silver, and even Google have all shown up for… whatever this is.

“You’re the closest thing we’ve got to a father, so here we are!” Wilford waves his hands in the air, eyes and mouth wide with excitement.

Google steps up. “We have brought gifts of chicken and dumplings from Cracker Barrel, the video games of your liking, and…” Google pauses, looking at the Host. “Host and I designed a little gift for you.”

Mark is baffled. They all stand there for a few more awkward moments before Mark finally snaps back to himself and invites them all inside before the neighbors start to stare. They already think he’s insane. Mark doesn’t want to prove their point. Bim gives Mark a quick hug as he enters, and Mark can’t help but smile. “Ed would’ve come, but he’s with his son, which is… weird. And Dark… well, I don’t guess you’d want him here anyway.”

Mark shakes his head and watches as they all stand around inside like they have no idea what to do. “Um, did you bring enough food for everyone?” Mark asks.

Wilford looks at the single order of chicken and dumplings that he’s holding and makes a face. “Oh, I guess we didn’t think about that.”

“Well, I can’t just eat this all by myself while the rest of you starve,” Mark says, walking towards the kitchen. “Come on, I’ll make some of my world famous chicken and dumps for all of us!”

They spend the next few hours watching Mark make the food—he even lets Wilford debone the chicken which he seems to enjoy way too much—and playing video games afterwards. At the end of the night, Google hands Mark a wrapped box with a sad looking bow on top.

“Silver sat on it,” Google accuses the hero.

“I didn’t mean to! How many times do I have to say that I’m sorry?”

Mark laughs and waves them off. “Guys, you shouldn’t have gotten me anything.” He unwraps the box and opens it to find… another box. “Um…” Mark takes the box out of the box and looks at it carefully.

“Speak to it,” Google says simply, and Mark shrugs. Host smiles to himself and listens carefully for Mark’s reaction.

“Um, hi?” Mark watches in awe as the box blinks open two blue eyes and yawns open a tiny, pink mouth.

“Hi, Mark! I’m your little biscuit, Tiny Box Tim!” Mark almost has a heart attack, and the Egos, after Dr. Iplier assures them that he’s not dying, are very proud of themselves for a successful, if unconventional, Father’s Day.

Teen Wolf Imagine Prompts

1. “please back away.” “no I know you won’t hurt me.”

2.“don’t go I can’t be alone.”

3.“It’s not your fault.”

4. “being with you shouldn’t be this hard.”

5.“they can’t hurt you anymore.”

6.“did it hurt?” “what when I fell from heaven?” “no when you fell for me.”

7.“I heard you’re a player, so lets play a game.”

8.“please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

9.“why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM!”

10.“so why did you punch him again?”

11.“I can’t escape this now, not  unless you show me how.”

12.“I had to lose my way to ultimately know what path to take.”

13.“you’re a survivor, it’s written all over your body.”

14.“I will love you unconditionally.”

15.“if you can love the wrong person that much, imagine how much you can love the right one.”

16.“I’m either going out for ice cream or to commit a heinous crime, I’ll decide in the car.”

17.“this plan of yours is going to get us killed! oh who am I kidding, i’m in!”

18.“what’s our exit strategy?” “our what?” “oh god, this is how I die.” “please like i’d ever let that happen.”

19.“it’s gotta get easier and easier, somehow just not today.”

20.“you haven’t experienced loss like I have.”

21.“all of my mistakes, have finally led up to this moment of truth.”

22.“the sun hasn’t even come up yet and you want me to do what now?”

23.“that feeling, the one you’re feeling right now, it’s called regret.”

24.“it’s nice to see someone appreciates my humor!”

25.“honestly, the worse thing you can do is stare.”

26.“somehow you don’t even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt.”

27.“you just give the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at.” “well I don’t want to murder you.”

28.“I could never hurt you because you never gave me the power to.”

29.“the problem is, if I kiss you, I don’t know that i’d be able to stop.”

30.“isn’t it lonely keeping everything bottled up like that?”

31.“sometimes i’m not angry, i’m hurt, and there is a big difference.”

32.“I never stood a chance did I?” “that’s the sad part, you did at one time.”

33.“do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” “well would it be any fun if I did?”

34.“look at you sacrificing yourself for others. I was starting to think you didn’t have a heart.”

35.“that was a sad attempt at an apology.” “well I’ve never actually apologized to someone before.” “Never?” “I guess you could say you changed me.”

36.“you know normal people don’t have this many weapons in their basement.” “i’ll have you know all of these knives saved my life at one point.” “oh yeah what about that gun over there?” “that’s just for decoration.”

37.“just let yourself be selfish for one night would you?”

38.“wow that was deep, like deeper than the pacific.”

39.“these walls have fallen before, what makes you think they haven’t learned from it.”

40.“it’s your choice, you can continue with your worthless life, or become someone who matters.”

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