pretty much anything at this point

I’ve been seeing this guy for a few weeks now. He’s nice and kind and interested, what else could I want?

Why do I not feel attracted to him at all? I should see where this goes - sparks are a myth, I can surely develop some attraction to him at some point! Doesn’t matter that I get a panic attack every time I’m about to see him and have to force myself out of the house!

We kissed and I didn’t feel anything at all? That’s okay I was just nervous, surely it will be better next time!

This girl on the bus is really pretty! Oh gosh she’s actually so cute, I love her face, I wish I could kiss her! Oh my god, what if I’m actually gay?! That would make so much sense!

Lol no, I’m surely just overthinking things because I’ve got commitment issues and I’m scared of getting into a relationship with that guy! Straight as a ruler!!!

anonymous asked:

how are you not pissed af about these elounor pics?

this is literally a genuine question, but in your time in fandom has there been ANYTHING, ever, in the 6 years of this stupid fandom, EVER been something less surprising than Louis taking oli on his “date” with eleanor to a James Arthur show, after trying to push the idea of LouisXJames for a couple weeks, a show which ~both of their “managers” were attending, followed by pap pics that the sun got?

I mean, if I gave a rats ass about James Arthur and knew he had a show in london that night, this is pretty much point for point what I would have guessed to happen. 

it’s gonna happen as long as it happens, i don’t have the energy to be mad about it.

anonymous asked:

I read somewhere that it was an issue how it was an issue how Kristen Wiig took too much attention away from the other female cast members(???) do you think it's the same now with Kate (not that I don't love Kate I love Kate so much)

You’re probably talking about the 2009 season.  Internally, I’m sure they had no problem with it.  I recently went through old news articles and reviews from the 2009 season and the critics quickly picked up on this.  Here is pretty much what a majority of that season boiled down to:  Weak sketch writing with a heavy reliance on Kristen where she plays a character with some kind of verbal or facial tic.  Now I’m not saying Kristen was awful, but it was way too much of her that year, especially given the fact that she had no chemistry with the other women.  She still was a great cast member, but if I had to mention anything bad about her, I’d point to the entire 2009 season.

Now with Kate, they don’t really rely too heavily on her, and with the women in this cast, she has a lot better chemistry with them too. So while we all know that she is the star, she doesn’t overshadow the rest of the women.  It’s kind of like when Amy Poehler was there, you knew she was the star at the time but she just worked well with the women and made everyone so much better, I feel Kate does the same thing.

[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Suga’s Biography

A mischievous kid growing up into a boy who enjoys reading 

I was born in Daegu in the South, the third biggest city of Korean, and grew up there until I came up to Seoul. When I was young, I was pretty much an ordinary kid. I loved playing around so my kindergarten teacher didn’t seem to like me. (laughs) I remember being scolded “It’s dangerous!” a lot. I also loved sports and was good at running, to the point of being picked as a relay runner from elementary school all the way up to high school. When it comes to studying, I’m slightly above average. 

I used to love playing outside with friends back then, but I changed as I grew up. Even when we went outside, it wasn’t like we did anything, we just gathered at the park. I wasn’t fond of that so many times I just stayed at home on weekends. My mother told me to go outside and meet my friends sometimes. (laughs) 

I had a thing for collecting, so I collected a lot of books when I was young. It was a time when I wanted to be a cultured man, wanted to pretend I know things too. Mature stuffs that didn’t suit my age or novels, poetry books, essays, newspapers,… I read everything regardless of genre. I don’t know why but up till middle school, I had the habit of reading books from the back page. I still read books sometimes now. My reading speed gets faster by reading multiple sentences at a time. 

Memories of first love from elementary school… I really don’t have any. Unlike Seoul, the provinces are conservative, and my school didn’t have that kind of atmosphere in which boys and girls talk to each other. If I was with a girl, I would become really shy and wouldn’t even say a word. 

The encounter with hip hop
Started composing in middle school 

I started to be interested in music in 5th year of elementary school, while watching the performance of “Stony Skunk”, Korean artists, on TV. It was the prime of ballad back then so if 18 teams perform on a music program, 10 would sing ballads, 5 would be idols and the other 3 would be other genres. They were one of those 3 teams. It was so cool how they were different from other singers. Up until then, I didn’t have any interest in music, but with Stony Skunk, I started listening to hip hop and reggae music, and was influenced by Epik High as well. MP3 player was starting to come out at that time, but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened with that. 

Along with listening to music, I also started writing music at the same time. It wasn’t like someone told me to do it, I just had the thought of having to do so. I started writing rap lyrics in elementary school and started composing after I went to middle school. Back then, no one around me liked hiphop… It became extremely popular in Korea now but when I first started listening to it, hip hop was a genre once popular a long time ago. I think there probably wasn’t anyone on the streets who raps, except for me. If I rap at the karaoke room, it would just become some kind of sound to my friends. You know the moving hand gestures that are hip hop’s specialty? I was picked on for that too. 

Despite that, I still kept liking hip hop and in my 2nd year of middle school, I went on the stage for the first time at a festival. I performed Dynamic Duo’s “Go Back” with a friend. I didn’t like standing in front of people, but at that time, I only felt like I have to do it. I showed the rap that I practice too, although it wasn’t anything great. (laughs) 

 Actually in middle school, I wanted to go to an arts high school so I composed classical music. But the tuition was too expensive so I ended up just going to a regular high school. I told my father “I have done enough music now so I’ll study hard in high school” and went to that school, but of course I didn’t. (laughs) 

Full-fledged activities as a rapper after joining a crew in town 

Middle school years was when I composed music to satisfy myself only, on a hobby level. It was after I changed the MIDI software that I started full-fledgedly making music. In 1st year of high school, I showed my song to a person that was like a mentor to me, and he liked it a lot. I was introduced to a hip hop crew called “D-town” and joined. That song had the feeling of new-age music but had hip hop beats similar to Nujabes. For your information, the mentor that acknowledged me studied at Berklee College of Music and is currently working as a movie music director.

I think I started rapping properly after joining the crew. I have been rapping since elementary school, but since there wasn’t anyone who raps around me, I thought I was the best. (laughs) 

After that, I came to the Daegu underground scene, and from then, I also got to know that you can’t make a living out of music in the underground scene. Most of the hyungs who made music with me that time was about 10 years older than me, there were also people over 30. They worked part-time jobs and made music at the same time, but it seemed very hard. Even when performing live, it was already a huge deal to have 100 audiences, and I hated that fact. I thought “If I success, could I be the liaison of the underground scene?”. There are plenty of people who make good music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I want to create a better environment for them, I want to show their music to the world. 

Just then, I knew Big Hit was holding an audition in Daegu. I came there knowing nothing but that it was a company formed by composer Bang Shihyuk, but I was told that I was accepted the next day. I heard it later that when he saw me, he immediately thought of letting me pass. Even though I wasn’t good at rapping that time. (laughs) 

Coming up to Seoul after becoming a trainee
Different from first thought…!? 

I came to Seoul on November 7th, 2010, when I was in 2nd year of high school. I still remember it now. 

I joined to company not to rap, but to become a composer. So I thought I didn’t need to dance, and let people who are good at rapping rap, I just needed to follow the producer path. But it became a totally different thing. (laughs) At that time, rather than idols, the company was planning to create a group consisting of rappers, but that changed. The members were Rap Monster, J-hope and me. There were also Supreme Boy, i11even-hyung who is now active in the underground scene and Iron-hyung who made it to the finals of Show Me The Money 3. I think if we debut like that, despite being good at rapping, we would fail. (laughs) 

Rapper & producer
The future Suga thinks of as a goal 

My 4-year-older brother plays a very big role in letting me be able to walk on the music path like this. He started liking hip hop under my influence, but when I came to the audition, everyone in my family opposed it except for my brother. They didn’t view music activities nicely, even my relatives told me “What music for you, go study.” So I only showed my songs to him. He was the first person I informed that I passed the audition too. Our relationship is so good that we’re like friends. I basically don’t drink alcohol, but I drink it with him only. 

My family all support me now, of course. Even the relatives that told me to study ask for my signatures. (laughs) 

These days, I have thoughts about wanting to also be active as a producer. I have no greed of being in the center, I just want to make music. I don’t have interest towards the entertainment world too, everyone says they want to act, or to go on variety shows, but I don’t want to do those. (laughs) But still, the first thing is to make BTS get 1st place in Korea as well as Japan. And myself too, I want to be the best rapper, the best producer. I don’t know if it would take time, but I have to try.

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The thing I love about Isak is that Isak has game

It is shown time and time again in episodes that he IS a great liar, he has a silver tongue and a way with words and can talk himself out of anything. He thinks fast, reacts and can pretty much con anyone. 

 Then along comes Even and all of a sudden he is this blushing, tongue-tied idoit that can’t think of anything to say. Can’t even string two words together. 

Why?

Because it matters. He wants it so bad. Everything else is just a game…fake. 

Even , for him, is real.

And he does not want to fuck it up. so he finds himself overthinking what he’s going to say, ends up sputtering and stammering and blushing cause WHERE DID ALL HIS COOL GO??? LOL 

 I think everyone has been Isak at one point.

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GOT7 in Miami Recap

MY RAMBLING RECAP, AS TOLD THROUGH A SERIES OF BULLET POINTS AND CAPS LOCK

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okay we all know that nico pretty much only wears will’s shirts and sweaters to the point will’s drawer in the apollo cabin is always empty

but can we please think about will casually wearing one of nico’s black skull t-shirts and it’s so freaking tight and he just doesn’t seem to care and everyone’s staring and nico’s blushing like crazy and can’t focus on anything else and will loves every second of it

So there are a whole lot of people who are upset that Mary died, because “Oh, yet another woman killed as a plot device to further the manpain” - but… Mary died in the original stories? Mary being killed isn’t something they’ve come up with for this incarnation of the story alone; it was in the ACD stories?

Tbh, they actually gave her character a lot more attention in this than Doyle ever did; in the ACD version, Mary was killed off between two stories, and there was no follow up, no grieving, no anything? It was pretty much “So my wife died. But yeah anyway, this latest case Holmes and I went on…”

So I get that people are upset about her death - I really liked her too - but saying that they killed her just as a plot device to further the manpain isn’t really accurate - they’re still using the ACD stories as a guideline. Mary was always going to die at some point. They actually treated her character with MORE respect than ACD himself did.

my coworker is literally a savior

Local bookstore employee again, this time with a lovely and happy coworker story.

I was on the closing shift and was on my break around 8:30 pm on Saturday night and I noticed that I had a massive rip in my jeans in the thigh area (#bigthighproblems). I was eating in the back room and the only other person there was my coworker who I have a close relationship with. I called my mom to see if she could do anything, because these were literally my last pair that didn’t have a rip in the thigh. But she was asleep, so she couldn’t do anything. 

At this point, I had no options. My break was pretty much over and there wasn’t a place around that I could get there quick enough to get a new pair of pants. Cue my coworker.

He was going on break soon, and he never eats on his break and instead just chills in his car or in the back room. So I asked him if he could go to the W-Mart two and a half miles away and pick me up a cheap pair of pants. 

He agreed and literally used his 30 minute break to go and buy me a new pair of pants. And they were really nice pants. I wanted to pay him back, but he wouldn’t have it. 

So yeah. My coworker saved me by buying me a new pair of pants on his break with his own money. Yay happy ending :)

bennetthedrummer-deactivated201  asked:

Mod Anna! Y u no in pictures? You deserve credit as well! :3

WELL, compared to Tem and Dusty, I don’t feel like I really do that much. Once Tem and Dusty finish the pages, I then look them over and give them the thumbs up if everything looks fine. If I see an error, spelling or maybe a minor art error, then it gets fixed and I look over it again.

Other than that, I’ll sort through asks if needed, but Tem and Dusty pretty much got them under control.

So I don’t really think I ‘deserve’ credit for anything really, i’m just a helper. I also wasn’t even part of the Underline Staff until the Skell Bros first showed up. I had become friendly with Dusty just through the Undertale fandom and followed the comic. I saw a mistake on the most recent page at the time and then decided to point it out (hoping that I wasn’t stepping out of line, haha) and then after that, I started getting the pages to look over before they posted.

The rest is history as they say. I don’t feel left out or anything when I don’t show up in ‘love’ posts or other asks, because I don’t do the bulk of the work and if Dusty and Tem don’t have to draw me, then that’s less that they have on their plate. 

Also, I showed up a TON in the 1 year anniversary video, and it’s hilarious. PLUS I was a freaking main character in ‘Choices’ (a surprise from Dusty and Tem) which practically blew my little fangirl mind. 

So, it’s all good. Thanks for your concern though. :3

Baron | all I need | Corbin

AUTHORS NOTE:

Okay, so this came to me earlier and like… I’m thinking that at least, I’ll post it and share it here with all my lovely Baron’s Bitches… I think it’s gonna be a mini series, it might wind up being a full fledged fanfiction, who knows really?

I wanna thank everyone who encouraged me on this, there were so many of you and it meant the world to me!! 

I originally just wanted to write A/O smut but somewhere along 1k and 2k words this kind of just evolved beyond that? So no smut right now, but loooots of sexual tension and such.

WARNINGS:

eventually rough sex, !Alpha Baron x !Omega Reader, biting/marking, talks of alpha omega dynamics ( things like reader having a heat cycle, Baron knotting reader at some point, etc) and pretty much anything that comes to me. I’ll update the warnings as needed. 


Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

I looked up from fixing my ring gear to find Baron standing there, again, those dark eyes roaming all over me. Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the speeding up of my heart’s rhythm or the way my knees started to weaken like they always seemed to or the way I went from totally fine to dripping wet mess in literally .0000 seconds under his gaze.


I feigned annoyance at his appearance although if anything, I was curious.

“You.” I muttered, my eyes finally holding his for exactly six seconds. He stepped slowly into my private dressing area and I heard the click of the lock behind him.


“Shane said you gotta walk me down to the ring tonight.”

“Oh joy.. Just what I wanted for Christmas.” I gave a roll of my eyes and bit down on my lower lip even though my thighs were clenching even more now at the thought of it. He moved closer, staring down at me.


“Can you stop that?” I asked as his hands smoothed over the crooked halo sitting in my hair, swatting at his large and rough hands. “Look, I’ve been leaving you alone. That is what you practically yelled at me for an entire plane to hear that you wanted, right? Now I’m gonna do the same. Get the fuck out of my dressing room. Don’t look at me, don’t talk to me outside whatever this thing Shane and Daniel are up to, don’t even breathe on me.. Are we clear?” I demanded as I found myself body to body with him.


I stepped back and he continued to look at me, I honestly think he was a little shocked that I was being as nasty to him as he had been to me since I’d gotten called up to the main roster. Becky spoke up from the doorway behind us, her throat clearing.


“A delivery guy bought these by for ya, ___. Looks like somebody’s got ‘erself a secret admirer!” she stepped in, holding a bouquet of deep red roses and a box wrapped in red and silver paper. I eyed the box and then my best friend but Becky was shrugging. “Dere’s no name on da card.”


“Probably a joke. Just sit ‘em on that counter or something, I’ll open ‘em later.” I shrugged the whole thing off and Becky eyed Baron and then nodded at me. “Everything okay?”


“His royal Jerkiness was just leaving.. Weren’t you, Baron?” my tone was icy even though I winced at the way the words came out and it killed me to talk harsh to the man I’d chosen to be my mate, the only man I ever wanted to be claimed by.. But every time I had to be around him, it felt like I was ripping my own heart out and being in some kind of weird and plotless gimmick with him like I was lately, well..


I was stressed and hurting and I couldn’t be around him, okay?

I couldn’t do it.


“Actually.” Baron’s hand closed around my wrist and I jerked it free not even a split second later. “There is no actually. You said what you needed to, you can go now.” I bit my lip as I stared up at him solemnly, fingers twisting the curl at the end of my hair.


He grumbled something I couldn’t make out and slammed the door behind him quietly. I winced but I reminded myself that it was better this way. He wasn’t ever meant to be my mate, obviously.. And even though pretty much all the Alpha males I worked around were happily mated, I wasn’t so low confidence that I was in some despair I’d never find the Alpha who’d want me and not see being mated or my feelings as a messy inconvenience.


I wasn’t going to just sit around, pining for him either. Because that wasn’t fair to me and it wasn’t who I was.


… you didn’t have to be such a bitch…

… he missed out… now you’re leaving him alone, like he wanted and suddenly, he’s everywhere you happen to be?…


Shoving the long running mental dilemma out of my mind, I picked up the roses and the red and silver box, reading the card on the roses first, licking my lips slowly at the words as my fingertips played with the necklace that had been my ‘secret santa’ gift from the night before.


the handwriting on these gift cards is different… I bit my lip in thought and I grabbed my gear bag, digging around until I found the card that the necklace I currently wore came in.


And it was different, the first card was neater, there was heavy baring down on the pen in some places.. It looked like whoever had written it and copied lines from my favorite poem in the inside had taken a lot of time.


The second card looked, well.. Spur of the moment, desperate.. There was a certain begging undertone in the words and it wasn’t signed like the first.


The first one had simply been signed, “Hopefully yours.”


The second one was signed, “Yours.” and it was almost like the sender was confident, like he was declaring that he was mine.. Or that I was his or something.

I pursed my lips, rolling my eyes in annoyance at myself. Both packages were probably a joke anyway, I didn’t really put much stock in someone romantically pursuing me because there were so few unmated Alphas on our roster. And all the ones who were, well.. They had their eyes on someone, at least according to locker room gossip.


==

Baron fumed and punched at another wall, glaring angrily at the men around him. One of them dared to send her a necklace. It was their subtle way of ‘stating intent’ and the Lone Wolf didn’t like it, not one bit.


His eyes narrowed as they settled on the other men.

“What’s eating you, Corbin?” Jack Swagger was smirking and Baron let a low growl fall from his lips but he bit his tongue and snapped calmly, “Nothing. Just thinking how good it’s gonna feel to beat the living hell out of Ziggler tonight.”


Jack eyed him with a raised brow but Baron glared at him and the conversation dropped and Baron’s thoughts went back to her and that necklace sitting around her neck… Whoever gave it to her was seriously delusional, thinking she’d be wowed by some white gold chain with a shooting star diamond charm.


He smirked to himself.. The necklace he’d sent her… That was the one she’d really like.. Because it was her favorite style, – choker, and it had a guitar pick from her favorite band as the charm. It was more her than some expensive necklace with a diamond shaped like a shooting star.


and all the ‘observation’ all the ‘knowing’ your mate in the world… How does it help when she suddenly wants nothing to do with you, hmm? You shouldn’t have pushed her away so much… The thought was weighing heavily on his mind and he found himself curious.


He stood and as if he were on autopilot, he found himself standing outside of her private dressing room for the second time that night, her sweet and seductive scent filling his nose as he watched her opening the ‘gift’ from him, another Motley Crue t shirt and the necklace he’d had made for her…


His own way of ‘marking her’.. for now.

He’d had to do something.

==

I tore away the paper from the small and slim box and I bit my lip as I pulled the black paper out of the box and held up the t shirt. The choker wrapped up inside hit the countertop with a hollow thud and I picked it up, studying it.


For a split second… I was back sitting in the 5th row from the back at the last Motley Crue concert with my father. I bit my lip and held the choker up to my neck, looking at the guitar pick.. It was the actual one that Nikki Sixx used. And that meant that whoever had given me this necklace had either been at the concert or they had connections..


this has to be some kind of weird joke

you are kind of in that feud with Eva Marie on Twitter


…. but she’d just come at you, she wouldn’t sneak around and play mind games and make you think that two guys are into youBesides, both of you knew that personal lives were off limits and that the twitter thing was just to generate hype from the fans for your feud..


I held the t shirt up and gave a soft gasp. I had a shirt exactly like it, but I’d gotten into a brawl backstage with Eva Marie and she’d ripped it. I’d gotten it at the concert too. My father had actually bought it for me and gotten the band to sign it somehow. Whoever had given me this necklace and the roses and the shirt hadn’t done that, but there was this hastily scrawled explanation on a piece of paper in the box and I read it.


Saw you crying when your other shirt got ripped. Figured if it meant that much to you, I could replace it. Sorry it’s not signed or anything.” – I twisted a curly strand of hair around my fingertip and I leaned against the counter.


Maybe Eva Marie was apologizing? We had been carried away that night, we were both just excited to be getting an actual angle at the time, she’d been frustrated by her weeks of playing ‘no show’ and I was fed up with the bullshit dark matches or being the loser in a squash match.


it’s not like it was a rare shirt… anybody could’ve gotten it… most likely, Eva did because she kind of knew why the shirt was so important to you, how your dad died not even a week later and it was the last thing you did with him, was go to that concert and then some rally at his old MC….


A throat clearing from the doorway had me tensing all over and I wasn’t sure why, but as soon as Baron stepped into the room, I stood blocking the roses and the box’s contents, my arms crossed as I looked up at him. “You again..”


“We gotta go down to the ring now. Or did you just get so caught up in whatever all this is,” Baron nodded to the vase and the box behind my back as he continued, “That you completely forgot?”


I clenched my jaw and grumbled. “I’m gonna change shirts.”


“But you’re wearin my shirt. You’re supposed to be my valet, remember?” Baron almost sounded like he was whining and I laughed at myself mentally for even entertaining the thought. I turned on my heels and shrugged, sliding off his merch shirt and aiming it at my gear bag while picking up the Motley Crue t shirt. “I’m more than just a valet, your valet.. besides, Baron, we both know that you honestly don’t want me around… I’m just giving you what you were screaming at me you wanted… remember? Or did Ziggler actually rattle those brains in your last match against him, hmm? So honestly, it shouldn’t matter whose t shirt I am or am not wearing.”


As I slid the other shirt on, my back turned to him, I could have sworn I heard him gasping a little, saw him licking his lips a little in the mirror. There was a lust filled look in his dark brown eyes for the split second that mine met his and then he finally stopped staring at me and he spoke..


“I was an..”

“A dickhole? An asshead? A jerkoff? Any of those work.” I replied, blatantly keeping my eyes trained on the choker in my hands, on turning my other necklace, the shooting star one I’d gotten from my ‘secret santa’ the night before, so that the clasp wasn’t hanging down in the front.


I didn’t even realize he’d stepped up behind me until he fastened the choker around my neck. “Looks handmade.”


“Mhmm.” I mused, my skin heating to a boil all over under his fingertips as he pressed himself even closer against me from behind. “Whoever gave you this must know you pretty well.”


“Or it’s some kind of apology from Eva Marie.. I mean she was the reason my last shirt like this got ripped.”


Baron chuckled and there was something about the look in his eyes when mine finally met them.. This smirk, the one that both turned me on and infuriated me was there.. Did he know something about either gift?


“What surprises me is how the one person knew I’ve been eyeing that shooting star necklace for weeks now. Or that I’m into that kinda stuff. Or how this person, if it wasn’t Eva, even knew I cried about the shirt being ripped and got me another..” my teeth grazed my lip and for a few seconds, he just stared at me. “Anyway.. we need to get down to the ring, get this over with.” I trailed off, stepping around him and skipping out the door of my dressing room.


I could feel his eyes on my body from behind for at least two minutes before his music hit and we had to walk down together and I felt my skin burning beneath the intent gaze.


As I stood on the ring apron, holding the ropes for Baron, my eyes met the baby blues of none other than Baron’s opponent –and real life enemy from what I’ve heard, Dolph Ziggler. And Dolph winked at me, taking the mic.


“You’re still walking him down to the ring, even when he treats you like you’re nothing?”


I bit my lip, shuffling my feet. What the actual fuck was Ziggler doing? This wasn’t in the script. His fingertip reached out, it hooked on the thin white gold chain with the diamond shooting star and he stared at me a few seconds, licking his lips. “You deserve better.”


And down he went when Baron growled and lunged, taking him down to the mat with a chair he’d grabbed from beneath the ring. I slipped out of the ring, watching the match intently.

Dolph’s words and the way he acted just before the beginning of the match both struck me as odd and I think that I spent over ninety nine percent of the match just puzzling out what he’d been up to while also trying to figure out who in the hell was sending me all these gifts lately.


I fanned myself and grumbled.. One of the worst things about being an Omega in heat is that everything feels a thousand times hotter and you’re all caught up in your horomones and you’d lay down for anything or anyone who presented themselves.. It’s like you completely lose all control when your heat cycle starts.


And all I could keep picturing was earlier, when Baron was sliding the choker onto my neck and pressed against me. I crossed my legs, clenched my thighs tighter.


There was no way in hell I was going to resort back to all my feelings for a man who couldn’t want me less if he tried. I had more respect for myself than that.


tonight you could go out, you could fuck him out of your system

letting another man touch you is NOT an option!….

as if you could replace Baron anyway. The heart wants what it wants.. And unfortunately, your stupid and stubborn heart wants that jerkthere’s just always been something about him…. And just going out, getting laid, it won’t be as satisfying


but if you keep ‘saving yourself’ for the jerk, you’ll waste away… he doesn’t want you and he couldn’t want you any less if he tried…

==

The show had only just ended and I caught up with Becky and Naomi outside in the parking garage, my eyes darting around everywhere as I quickly lit up a cigarette and took a long and hopefully calming exhale, leaning against a column.


“I thought you were quitting?” Naomi eyed the cigarette and I grumbled, shrugging. “If I don’t do something, I swear to God above I will go back into the building and give that man these hands. Did you guys see what he  did when Dolph asked me if I wanted to go for a fucking coffee? I mean yeah, I get that he doesn’t want me. I get that.. And I’m leaving him the hell alone. Why the literal fucking hell can he not do the same now, hmm?”


Naomi giggled and Becky was nodding directly over my shoulder.


I felt the pack of cigarettes being slid out of my jacket and I heard them hit the side of the dumpster with a small thud. I turned around and glared right up into those damned intoxicating dark eyes, the feverish feeling racing through my veins again, my thighs going back into insta ache mode when I started to clench them all over.


he doesn’t want you

but I waaaant him….

you really need to move on

…. you’re in heat, of course he’s going to look a thousand times more appealing to you now and this giving up on pursuit idea is going to feel like the shittiest one ever, but… it is for the best. He embarassed you… on a plane full of people



Baron’s smirk told me that he was well aware of my predicament and that only made me angrier at myself. Everybody’s got that one person that they cannot control themselves.. Why the fuck does he have to be mine?


“You must want to die tonight.” I fumed as I gave him a dark and angry glare, crossing and recrossing my arms over my chest, suddenly aware of just how soft and thin this black t shirt my secret santa gave me earlier and just how clingy it was. But suddenly, under the roaming eyes of Baron Corbin, I was acutely aware of just how clingy my shirt was and how thin it seemed.


Baron’s tongue jutted out and it rolled slowly over his lips. And naturally my eyes followed the movement.

“You? Hurt me?” he started to laugh aloud and I swore, turning on my heels to storm away, not in the mood for his shit at the moment. He caught up to me, grabbing my wrist, stopping my walk.


“You’re still pissed.”

“You fucked up my night!” I whined, lightly stomping my feet as I glared up at him quietly.


Baron leaned down, his lips dangerously close to mine as he spoke.

“I was doing you a favor.

“You were being a fucking jerk!”


I tore my wrist out of his grip and stormed over to my Challenger, getting in and starting it before he could come over. As I drove, I wiped at my eyes because as frustrated as I was, I just wanted to break down, I wanted to cry.


I have to give up on him.

Why is he making it so hard to do that?

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//I notice a lot of people seem pretty upset that the King is reenacting Rapunzel’s being trapped in the tower by keeping her locked inside the Kingdom. And a lot of people are saying this overprotective father trope is unoriginal and uncreative.

Normally, I would agree with that second point. But here’s the thing- that first point is narratively the ENTIRE point. The narrative is going to force Rapunzel, to a degree, to re-live her trauma.

Does Rapunzel deserve it? No. But is a three season TV series of nothing but fluff and happiness good TV? Also no.

The show is doing this because it wants Rapunzel, and by extension the audience, to deal with the reality of what happened to her. Rapunzel is an abuse victim. Rapunzel was isolated and held captive by a woman she genuinely thought was her mother. A woman Rapunzel loved and believed was protecting her and keeping her safe. A woman who deeply hurt and betrayed Rapunzel in the end, before dying right in front of her.

The Gothel-Rapunzel relationship is extremely complex. It grows even more complicated when you add Gothel’s emotional life into the mix. Gothel did not hate Rapunzel, or even disregard her. She cared for Rapunzel in her own way…but the hair always mattered more. And it was abusive, but Rapunzel felt loved, and in a way she was, but then Gothel was lying to her, but she loved her, didn’t she?

(That was getting a little into Rapunzel’s head. But do you see my point?)

That all put together is traumatic as fuck. That Rapunzel does not have full PTSD is a testament to her amazing resilience.

But to brush that all aside and have the narrative of this show focus on other things would, frankly, be irresponsible show writing. What this series is doing is showing its audience, quite blatantly, that they are not ignoring what Rapunzel went through. In fact, they are forcing her to deal with it by making her essentially re-live it, albeit on a different scale.

This is going to force Rapunzel to talk about it (which I get the sense she hasn’t.) It’s going to force her to be honest about her own feelings. It’s going to force her not to hide from her past. And I am so here for all of this.

Now, were there other ways the show could have done this? Sure. But they are smacking you across the face with it for the purpose of making it obvious. It is a kids show, afterall, and they don’t want to be too subtle. This seems the perfect level of subtlety to me, when I think of it from a child’s perspective.

So when you complain that the King is reminding you of Gothel?

Yes. And that is exactly the point.

One last rant, did you know corner stores, street vendors, and many other small business are dying in Venezuela? Wanna know why?

Cash

Most of them only take cash, and as prices and inflation go up, each day cash is worth less, to the current point that you need those bags of cash to pay for anything, and since people nowadays pretty much save it for emergencies/absolute necessities, there’s simply too few people willing to use it in frivolous things.

And you might say “well, why don’t they get a terminal then?” They try, holy fuck they try, but the process is long and tedious, and banks simply don’t have enough machines to meet demand, and that, now coupled with the collapsing telecommunications network and the government-imposed caps, means not even cards are a safe bet for keeping your business afloat.

Such is life in socialist Venezuela.  

After (finally) finishing watching the latest episode I must say that I did love it. Everyone’s comedic timing was ON POINT and keyleth totally deserved the beautiful ceremony she got after all she went through. 

HOWEVER

(and i don’t meant this as anything against the other characters, it’s just because well, i’m a bit biased as you know) 

i’m kind of bummed vex still isn’t getting bigger storylines? i know the feywild arc was supposed to be hers, but i sort of feel she has been neglected a bit after that? i mean, i know she’s got a huge personality so she (pretty much like grog and scanlan before) is always THERE even if she’s not the person who’s most involved; but keyleth ended her aramente and got that amazing feat, vax is getting more and more raven queen’s content, percy got an ENTIRE arc and he still has whitestone waiting for him. idk, i just wish we could explore more about vex. there are a loooot of stories there that don’t even involve percy and the title (the poachers, some trace of saundor?, the clasp guy who stalked her, more about syldor, the fact that she left her blood in opash’s layer, her promise to the raven queen, etc.) and then there’s also the title and her duties and the grey hunt. It would be cool to see her bonding with Cassandra like Vax with Keyleth’s dad. THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS! 

matt, we know you’re the coolest, give vex some love this 2017. 

Unpopular Opinion

The writing in episode 12 was not as good as it could have been. As a fan I love the ending, as a writer I am not to pleased. Since this is going to be a long post I’ll have the rest under the cut. My bottom line in this post thought is that : the final episode has much to be desired when coming to story telling. It was changed to allow for a second season.

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some mama Ren + her daughter June Headcanons

- June is still traumatized by seeing her fathers death, and is terrified of the same thing happening to Ren. Even as a teenager, she’ll sneak into Rens bed in the middle of the night and Ren will let her

- They call each other nicknames a bunch?? Ren pretty much calls her ‘Junebug’ all the time and June calls her 'mama ren’ (like mama hen) and eventually shortens it to “mama”

- The people of Refuge just kinda?? Accept that ren just kind of adopted June at some point?? Like June could be running errands and ppl are like “tell your mama we said hi” and June’s just like “ok!”

- Isaak still comes around to make sure june is doing alright. Things are pretty tense between them, especially as June gets older and starts to mature and the trauma really starts to kick in. However, whenever isaak gets a chance to talk to ren alone, he expresses just how grateful he is that ren took her in

- ren is a short & thick elf, and as june grows into a teenager, she becomes really tall and gangly. She’s taller than ren by the time that she’s 12 and ren pretends that she hates it

- June’s dad had some sort of spell casting powers, so it’s likely that it was passed onto June. Ren mentors June in all sorts of magics, stuff like self defense and things that’d help around the bar, among other things. Ren even teaches her some cooking techniques that she learned from taakos show, and once every other week they make an effort to cook together cause it’s so much fun

- I’m just??? So emotional. Let ren adopt June

anonymous asked:

hey can u give me and other confused anons/followers (new of old) a lil run-down/summary/explanation of this.. milk fic stuff?

 sure!

so basically, in 2011, this girl named danielle (known online as druscilla or dru, her current url on here is infinity-on-dru) published a panic! at the disco fanfiction called milk. it’s readable online if you google “milk fic,” and imo its not really gross at all, but a lot of people are grossed out by it. tl;dr of the fanfic: brendon urie gives ryan ross a bdsm milk enema. that pretty much sums it up and it’s not well-written or anything so you don’t need to read it, unless you’re into that i guess.

the fic became sorta a smash hit as a “shockfic,” meaning it was used as a sort of rite of passage into the fandom / grossing out your friends, and people dubbed it the milk fic. at one point she took it down then republished it in 2013. 

she’s really weirdly protective of the fic and maintains that it’s, like, deeply emotional and artistic, and she no longer likes panic! because brendon urie went on an “ableist and abusive rant” (lol) about the fanfiction she wrote….about…..him….where he gives his irl ex-friend an enema……. 

fast-forward a few years, it somehow comes to light that she had a sexual relationship with a minor in 2010. she was 22 at the time, and if i remember correctly the minor was 14 or 15. i’m recalling this story from memory so it may be off, and afaik the exact details aren’t confirmed, but i believe the minor was disabled and dru was hired by the girl’s mom to live at their house and help care for the girl, which would add further vileness to the story. however, this was never confirmed until recently, and iirc dru vehemently denied everything.

fast-forward to the present, a tumblr user found danielle/dru’s mugshots and criminal history: http://mugshots.com/US-Counties/Texas/Williamson-County-TX/Danielle-Selders.68603131.html

summary of the link: she was charged with two counts of sexual assault of a child and one count of online solicitation of a minor, and she was jailed for two months for these charges. despite all this, she still calls herself a “tumblr mom” and proudly talks to mostly minors online, also her current boyfriend is 18 and she’s 29.

The Bestiary: Sea Pig

Boy oh boy was I looking forward to reviewing these guys. They are some of my favorite sea animals et al, they are echinoderms, and they are deep sea creatures to boot. What’s not to like?

So what do you get when you take a regular countryside pig, cross it over with a Metroid and add a touch of gummy bear, then dump the result into the ocean?

Probably not anything that resembles the sea pig, but the point still stands.

Look at this precious lil thing.

These guys are the genus Scotoplanes, a term which sounds very similar to “scuttling” and is thus perfectly fitting. Fuck you, I don’t know a shred of Latin.

These fuckos are some of the weirdest stuff you’ll find in the deep sea, which is impressive considering pretty much everything down there could cause Salvador Dalí to take a step back and reconsider his life choices, maybe even shave off his improbable moustache, Taxonomically, they are sea cucumbers, but their body plan is more similar to that of a fat slug that one day decided to grow legs just for the heck of it. The legs are pretty weird too, and function very unlike any other organ of locomotion on the planet. They are the same “tube feet” that starfish have, except a lot bigger. They are basically hollow socks of organic matter that the sea pig constantly inflates and deflates by circulating water in them. It basically does the job of an entire mall clown for each leg.

Despite the fact that they are more frail than a Fabergé egg made out of bath foam, and their exotic appearance, the sea pigs aren’t endangered. This is mostly due to the fact that they multiply with the vigor of steroid-enhanced bunnies, to the point where they constitute arund 60 percent of all seafloor life world-wide. Talk about the newest craze.

I weren’t kidding about the frailty though, these guys have the consistency of Jell-O. They are very vulnerable since they solve their water input by circulating entirely through their paper-thin skin, which makes studying them kind of hard, because, y’know, the sea pig you’ve brought to the surface will sometimes just straight-up fucking melt in your hands.

That’s not a big problem though,since there are lots of them. And when I say lots, I do mean lots. They act as the primary cleanup service on the sea floor, scouting around and getting rid of the organic muck in the mud. Their primary food source is so-called “marine snow”, basically a constant downpour of dead shit from the upper regions where other animals kick the bucket. Imagine it as the Biblical mana, except it’s much more macabre and not divine in origin. Hell, considering the place it falls down to, it probably falls right from Satan’s asshole.

This surreal corpse weather even has its own weather phenomena, most importantly the so-called “whalefalls”, which is basically a whale’s corpse slowly sinking to the seafloor. Whalefalls always involve the nastiest incarnations of pure NOPE dogpiling the carcass and gorging themselves on it until they can’t even move. Literally. The feasters include two-meter-long worms that sweat acid, cat-sized prehistoric isopods able to starve for five years, and bone-eating worms. The legions upon legions of sea pigs swarming these whalefalls look positively tame by comparison.

Speaking of legions, sea pigs have a tendency to gather into hundreds-strong groups and feed together. They usually all face the same direction, so as to better sniff out the incoming marine snow, but they look more like the minions of Hell marching to conquer the mortal realm.

The other reason they’re not endangered is because they don’t have many natural predators. Sea cucumbers tend to be a gourmet prey item on many predator’s menu, to the point where they have to defend themselves by firing their own guts at the enemy out of their buttholes. A sort of fartillery, if you will.

Okay, okay, I’ll stop with the shitty puns.

Due to the fact that most deep sea creatures are more preoccupied with contemplating how fucking ugy they are than with hunting, sea pigs are in less danger. So they can get away with more conventional defense tactics, such as being drop-dead poisonous. Their poison, called holothurin, is entirely unique to sea cucumbers, and is so effective that Indo-Pacific peoples are said to poison entire coral reef pools with it, since it can knock out lots of fish at once, which are then free to catch. So yeah, biological weaponry in tribal hunting, pretty much.

So what have we learned today? The sea pig feeds on death, tastes like death and is pretty darn cute. All in all it’s a pretty satisfying sea animal we’ve got here.