theres an mobile otome game about losing weight !! 

you can do push up with help from the boys and they would count it for you and calculate total of calories that you lose im crying rn

edit: i forgot to add that it also fully voiced,enjoy ur boys counting ur pushup ~

the list of VA is Daisuke Namikawa (p4 Yu ) , Ryohei Kimura (KISE!!) and Katsuyuki Konishi (Amon)

held hostage #10


It’s currently 6:30 AM, I’m super tired, but I promised Y/N to be here before she would wake up. As a man of my word, here I am walking towards Y/N’s room. When I reached her room I slowly opened the door and sat down on the chair next to her bed. She was snoring lightly, I love watching her sleep, not to sound creepy or something, it’s just that she is in such a peaceful state, it looks like there is nothing in the world that can bring her down. I wish I could sleep with her every night (not that way you perverts). It’s a shame we still live in different apartments, but the state she is in, I’ll probably stay over quite a lot. My ringtone went off. While I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open slowly. I saw that Phil was calling me and has also sent a few massages asking where I was. I guess I forgot to tell him I went to the hospital, well, I’ll deal with that later, right now Y/N was a bit more important. As she woke up, I gently picked up her hand and squeezed it a little, letting her know I was here. “Hey sleeping beauty, I’m sorry that I woke you” “hello to you too and it doesn’t matter.” she said with a croaky voice. “can I go home now? I miss my laptop.” I smirked at her “I’ll get the nurse.” Just when I said that, the nurse walked in. She checked Y/N up and signed the release papers. I had to help Y/N to change into her normal clothes, when I helped her putting on her shirt I noticed some white, bit thick marks on her arms and sides, I’ll come back on that later…
I wheeled Y/N to the entrance and waited for the taxi.

At Y/N’s apartment I started making brunch, because we missed breakfast and it’s about lunchtime. While making some pancakes I thought back at those scars Y/N had scattered around her body, I’m almost certain she did that to herself, I want to talk to her about it, but how do I bring that up?… I don’t want her to think back to probably horrible memories… “Babe, you almost done? I’ve missed your pancakes” Y/N shouted from the couch “almost done”. I quickly forgot about that subject and continued with the pancakes.
After we stuffed ourselves full with the pancakes, I helped Y/N over to lay on the couch with her legs over my lap, I turned on the telly and we started watching a random show. During the show I looked on my phone to see 16 messaged and 5 missed calls, all from Phil. Well fuck. I excused myself and quickly called Phil. After the first ring he picked up “Dan, where are you, are you okay?” he asked with worry in his voice “yeah, I’m sorry man, Y/N was released out of the hospital this morning so I helped her and we’re currently in Y/N’s apartment, I just totally forgot to tell you” “oh no don’t worry, spent some time with her, but don’t forget we have to be at the BBC tomorrow evening for a meeting.” “yeah I’ll be back by then, and again sorry.” “don’t worry, it’s okay” “I’ll call you when I’m coming home, bye”.
Y/N and I spent the rest of the day laying on the couch, having a movie marathon.  For dinner we ordered two pizza’s. eventually Y/N fell asleep on the couch and I lifted her up, being sure not to hurt her and laid her down in her bed. She woke up with a few groans and I helped her change into a big shirt, I stripped till I was in my boxer briefs and slipped in the bed with her, again making sure not to hurt her. She was already asleep and seconds later I fell asleep into a peaceful dream, knowing everything is going to be okay..

(A/N) I tried my best with this chapter so sorry if it’s horrible, please let me know what you thought of it thanks for reading!! 030
Universalism and colorblindness can be comforting ideas. They say: we are all the same, we all share the same struggles. I am you and you are me. I can therefore talk about you because I am also talking about me. And therefore Black women are not different. We can deny for a small moment that we are not the abject and deviant bodies society tells us we are. We are just like everyone else! That is not true. Not every woman of color has had their body exposed, hypersexualized and then dismembered after death to be shown in a museum for decades. Not every woman of color is subjected to police brutality the way black women are. Not every woman of color is being made fun of, caricatured, shamed and stigmatized the way black women are. No one experiences the trials and woes of black womanhood except black women. No one wants their body to experience that. So why would you be entitled to it if you’re not a black woman?

hey man like if any of you ever become parents or maybe you’re already a parent but your kids are super young I just want y’all to know

please validate your little kids’ feelings. like I don’t care if they’re crying because they accidentally let go of their balloon or if they’re crying because you wouldn’t let them eat hazardous waste please please please just acknowledge that your kid is feeling justifiably upset

when I was a kid I was a super ultra mega cry baby like I would probably be that little girl who is screaming at the very very very top of her lungs at wal-mart because “one of my siblings is being mean to me!!!” or w/e and USUALLY all my parents ever did was bitch and moan about how badly I’m embarrassing them!! or they would flat out make fun of me for throwing a fit!!!??

and hey berating and shaming your kids is probs the #1 way to guarantee that their spouts of anger/sadness will be LONGER and more INTENSE because they can’t let sh*t go until they feel validated and reassured and that hey maybe they are living in a safe environment!!??

I kno because while I don’t get as sad/angry and I try to direct it towards things that deserve that sort of brutal treatment (injustices of the world etc) I also end up going into full on “psycho bitch” mode because I have trouble shaking these feelings away!

thank u for your tiem & goodnite

The reason why I don't support Nicki
  • Nicki Minaj:I didn't win this award due to racism! My horrible over glorified remix of this novelty 90's song totally deserved to win!
  • Tumblr:Wow, she's right, it must be racism! It's not like these awards have no integrity, or all these talentless artists wouldn't be nominated! Taylor Swift must have won because she's white, not because she's more marketable to a younger demographic which is all that seems to matter these days
  • Nicki Minaj:*Acts like a child and throws a tantrum for like the 8th time this month after winning an award at the VMAs*
  • Tumblr:Wow, oh my god, she's such an inspiration! She's a goddess! She totally schooled Miley! She's my actual mother! :)
  • Nicki Minaj:*Continues to skinny shame, play the victim at every opportunity, and be way more problematic than most of the people Tumblr hates*
  • Tumblr:She's literally the greatest! She's a feminist icon! She actually cares about me specifically! She's my unproblematic fave! :)

I read an article this girl wrote about how offended she was that Harley isn’t going to be played by a plus sized actress in the Suicide Squad movie. Like, she genuinely had her hopes up for a plus sized Harley Quinn and I just – My brain still hurts from reading her stupidity.

Bawww now im 2-2 in Spatfests.

The only things I gained are 18 sea snails and a hatred against Krakens LOL;

Still, GG Decepticons, you really whooped our butts good.

Taking a shower with Michael

•trying to get his hair wet

•almost slipping when he pushes you away

•rubbing your shoulders with soap then non-discreetly working his way to you boobs and having no shame whatsoever

•always dropping things and asking you to pick it up

•making you stay down there for a bj


•rubbing himself on your ass and asking you if you’re ready

•you wanting it hotter and him wanting it colder

•back hugging you the whole time and never wanting to let go

•slowly running his fingers through your hair

•kissing your neck all the freakin time

•whispers and sometimes screams in your ear

•boob touching

•long hugs

•boob touching

•boob honking

•ass grabbing or lightly slapping or both

•singing really loud and really badly together and harmonizing

•getting soap all over your bodies and weirdly rubbing yourselves together like worms cause it feels funny

•so much foreplay before the shower

•sex during and after the shower

•taking another shower cause your gross from all that sex