shut up i do not have a problem

‘Islam isn’t violent’ shut the fuck up and listen to me, a muslim by birth, telling you that DENYING THE TRUTH OF SOMETHING WILL NOT SOLVE THIS SITUATION. WE HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT ISLAM DOES HAVE VIOLENCE, AND WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. there is a reason terrorists are mostly Muslims. FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN LIBERALS FOR ONCE SHUT UP AND UNDERSTAND THAT ACKNOWLEDGING A RELIGION AS PROBLEMATIC DOES NOT MAKE YOU A BIGOT???? this problem will never be solved if we don’t see it as a problem in the first fucking place. i’m so fucking sorry, Manchester, the kids, ariana, everyone that is suffering.

“why do you use crayola colored pencils and copy paper”

“why do you use ms paint and paint.net”

“why do you draw with a mouse and not a tablet”

“why don’t you use a good digital camera and not your laptop/camera phone”

“stop showing me a picture of an empty wallet”

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 4)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 1,184

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: This part is a little longer and filled with a few details. I hope you all enjoy :) 

Originally posted by bucksstan


Raising a brow, you turned to face Bucky when you felt a few seconds and he wasn’t helping you out with your stuck zipper. You nudged your head up. “What’s wrong with you, huh?”

Bucky suddenly cleared his throat and shook his head. “Nothing! Turn around.”

Without waiting for you to do so, he grabbed you by your shoulders and spun your around himself, quickly zipping you up. You couldn’t help the impressed whistle.

“I’ve been fighting with the stupid thing for the past ten minutes,” you said.

Bucky smirked, waving his fingers. “I have magic fingers.”

You laughed. “Shut up. Let’s go.”

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Draco wasn’t breathing. 

Why wasn’t he breathing?

Had Harry done something wrong?

He tightened his grip around Draco, hugging him closer, closer, closer, breathing soft words of encouragement in his ear. “Please, baby,” Harry whispered, his heart hammering in his chest because why wasn’t Draco breathing? “Talk to me.” 

Draco jerked in his arms, as if slapped, and he choked back a sob, “I - I can’t -”

“I’m sorry -” Harry immediately said, kissing the top of Draco’s head. “You don’t need to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent, burying himself deep against Harry’s chest. Draco kept jerking in Harry’s arms, as if in war with himself, not sure if he wanted to bolt or get closer, closer, closer

Why was Draco crying?

“Did I do something wrong?” Harry tried tentatively after a while, rocking them from side to side. 

(What? It seemed to calm toddlers down - there was no reason why it wouldn’t do the trick for Draco.)

“No,” Draco whispered into his chest, heaving. “I - it’s my fault - I -”

“Your fault?”

Draco nodded. “I - I’m - you’re gay and I’m… I’m not a real boy -”

“Oh.”

So that was the problem. “Draco,” Harry started carefully, “you are. Just because you don’t have a cock -”

Draco giggled - hiccoughed a dry sob. “Vulgar.”

“Shut up,” Harry smiled. “I mean it, though. You’re a boy.”

“I’m not -”

“You are.” Harry said firmly, his grip on Draco so tight it might bruise. “I’m gay, you’re a boy -”

“Harry -”

“- and I am incredibly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Draco said, his breath hot on Harry’s neck. He was silent for a while, almost scarily still, until he slowly tilted his head to look up at Harry. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and he had never looked more beautiful. “Oh,” he repeated, a smile breaking through. “I love you too.”

Harry kissed his nose. 

Partly because he knew it would make Draco giggle again.

Partly just because he could.

But mostly because, though still crying, Draco was breathing again. 

skam and the depiction of Islam : homophobia in islam

there’s a huge problem. a huge one.

in season three, when isak attacked sana on her faith, she reacted aggressively and had every right to do so. I would have done the same thing. she tried to show him how void his argument was.

by pointing out that by the standards of science, being gay was wrong.

sure, it was just a rhetorical device to get him to shut up and she apologized later on.

still, that entire scene felt really, really wrong to me. it didn’t feel like sana, the sana I knew and love. because sana would never, ever, embrace prejudices and hatred of those in pain just to shut up an ignorant white boy.

like… that’s the thing. it didn’t feel like she was playing pretend. it genuinely sounded like she was defending something she believed to be partially and at some level, true. or defendable. something she was ACCUSTOMED to hear. something she was okay with saying out loud.

I fucking hated that, seeing it. it made me upset for weeks, as a gay muslim.

and now, this.

I understand mikael taking his distance. I understand the guys doing the same. honestly, thats realistic.

what I don’t understand is why Julie and her team thought it’d be wise to picture them LAUGHING about even and what happened, in their channel. it makes no sense. they’re sweet, kind boys. it makes literally no sense.

and it gets worse because she felt the need to single out yousef, to depict him as the one not to laugh at even’s pain. as the one who feels compassionate and human enough to show some decency.

yousef. the one that renounced islam.

now, thats demonizing the faith. thats demonizing the boys as muslims. thats making a clear link between Islam and the hatred and oppression of gay people. it’s subtle, sure. but it’s definitely there.

and I’m not okay with that. at all.

yes, a lot of muslims do believe being gay is haram. they won’t talk to me. they say I’m a tool of the western world, sick, wrong and going to jahannam. but guess what ? just like a lot of non muslims, christians or otherwise.

homophobia is not dictated by the qu'raan. the tale of Lut was interpreted as a cautionary tale about what shall befall those who practice it. INTERPRETED. it’s not what it says.

a lot of muslims are gay, bi, trans. we exist. we’re not haram. we’re not a paradox. we have lives in our communities.

and for julie to take it upon herself to depict islam as inherently homophobic like that…. she has no right to do that. it’s not her story, not her community, not something she has had to live with. she’s coming at them from a place of power and it’s very, very wrong.

edit : this post is gaining way too many notes so I’m just gonna specify that I’m obviously talking about a western context of things, from the point of view of someone residing in the west. this is a show written by a white woman and it is very much about islam seen through the lens of europe. I am not attempting to defend the stance that islam in its general and global practice is devoid of homophobia because that’s simply false and that would be an insult to non straight muslims living outside the west and what many of them endure. I am very much aware of it and is not at all trying to erase them or to dismiss it for the sake of fighting the islamophobia I face here.

anonymous asked:

I love your blog your writing is amazing. I was wondering if maybe you could write about Betty and jughead having a secret relationship because they're just not ready to tell everyone but one day Betty goes to school with a hickey and everyone finds out about their relationship.

Thank you so much! You got it!

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It was the end of spring, cheerleading season was long over but the riverdale high baseball team was having their final home game, so the riverdale vixens decided to dress in their uniforms and support the team.

Spotting Betty walking down the halls in her blue and gold uniform, Veronica smiled.

“Hey vixen, forgot how good that uniform looked on you.” She winked.

Betty laughed “you’re one to talk. You were made to wear that skirt.”

Leaning up against her locker Veronica smiled at herself.

“I’ve got to say it feels good to not have to wear that turtle neck underneath our uniform, I feel free!”

Betty smiled

“Agreed, it feels good to let my neck breathe.”

Veronica nodded in agreement glancing at Betty’s neck, suddenly her eyes were wide and she was tugging the tiny top down even more if possible.

“What the hell! Veronica! What are you doing?!”

Turning Betty’s head to look into the tiny mirror hanging up in her locker, Veronica pointed at her neck.

“What is that?!”

Finally Betty spotted the offending mark Veronica was so concerned about.

It was a hickey.

How had she not seen that?

“Oh, I must have burnt myself on my curling iron this morning! I’m so clumsy, you know that.” She said laughing nervously.

Veronica stared at her with disbelieving eyes

“Sweetie, I know a hickey when I see a hickey. That’s a hickey.”

“Veronica, that’s ridiculous it’s a burn.”

“Betty, I’m your best friend. What are you hiding from me?”

Suddenly, jugheads lazy voice entered the conversation

“Who’s hiding things?”

Both heads whipped around and Veronica reached for Jughead, pulling him towards Betty.

“Look! A hickey! Do you know who Betty’s been seeing? Because I sure don’t.”

Jugheads eyes widened as he caught Betty’s eyes.

He quickly stamped down his panic,

“Maybe it’s a burn, Betty does use a curling iron a lot.”

“Thankyou!” Betty said quickly

“You two are ridiculous. I’m gonna find out , you know I will!” Veronica said before stomping away , leaving betty and jughead alone by the lockers.

“Don’t be mad.” He said quickly

“My neck Jughead! Of all the places!”

He glanced to the heart shaped bruise, marring her skin.

And unfortunately he wasn’t able to hide his proud smirk before she caught it.

Smacking his arm

“Jughead!”

“I’m sorry okay, I got carried away. It was that damn yellow dress last night. You know I love it when you wear that thing.”

She blushed slightly remembering the events that took place in her bedroom last night.

Jughead looked around quickly, making sure no one was looking, before he placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“It’ll be fine .I’m sure no one will even notice.”

That was the biggest lie of the year.

She had already been stopped by Kevin, Cheryl, and Josie and half the football team had been whistling when she walked past commenting on the hickey.

By last period, study hall, she was thoroughly over this day, and ready to go back to wearing her sweaters.

The gang all had this period together. So they usually spent it on a table outside.

Sliding into the seat next to Betty’s , jughead slid his hand under the table and squeezed her knee.
She smiled softly at him.

“Okay” Veronica spoke up “Kevin, Cheryl and I have gone over all possible suspects regarding the case of Betty’s hickey”

“Oh my god” betty mumbled, dropping her head to the table.

Archie poked his head up from his music book

“Hickey? Betty? What?!”

Kevin sighed “well there goes my guess, it couldn’t have been Archie if he didn’t even know about it.”

Archie was now leaning over the table trying to get a look at Betty’s neck

“I’m sorry. What?! Betty what the hell?”

Cheryl pulled out a notebook ,passing it to Veronica

“I had it narrowed down to dilton doiley or trev marrow, but after speaking to them I now know that it’s neither.”

“You asked them if they gave me a hickey?!”

Veronica crossed out something in the notebook.

“Well we know it’s not anyone on a sports team, we totally would have found that out by now, and the smart kids wouldn’t be able to do that kind of handiwork If they tried so they’re out. Who does that even leave us with?” Veronica said frustrated.

Suddenly everyone’s eyes shot to Jughead who was leaning back in his seat smirking with a shrug.

“Don’t ask me.”

Veronica’s eyes widened

“Oh my god.”

Cheryl slammed her hands down on the table

“Shut up.”

Kevin nearly spit out his water

“ Total plot twist.”

And Archie was just confused

“What, what do we know?!”

Suddenly Betty smiled, reaching for jugheads hand.

“Okay, now can we please stop talking about this.”

Jughead nodded

“As much as I enjoy hearing you all talk about other guys leaving hickeys on my girls neck, I’d rather we changed topics, thanks”

Archie dropped his book on the floor with a thud.

“Girlfriend?!?”

Jughead sat up straighter

“Yeah girlfriend. Is that a problem pal?”

Archie just sat back, glaring at his best friend.

“This is total breaking news, Betty Cooper and jughead jones. We have so much to talk about. I’m sleeping over tonight.”

“Me too.” Cheryl agreed.

“Me three.” Kevin nodded

Betty groaned leaning into her boyfriend

He laughed , kissing her on her forehead.

The Blackwatch Approach (Reader x Blackwatch BOIIIZ)

A/N: i accidentally the Blackwatch for u. ur welcome.

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“Ha-ha. No.” It wasn’t the politest greeting in the world—actually, it might have been one of the rudest, but in your opinion, it was warranted. Before anyone could speak, you raised a hand and waggled a finger at each of the three men before you. “Whatever it is, it’s a ‘no’ from me.”

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i cannot stand teachers and schools that care about attendance, if you can get the grades without showing up to the class, the class is useless. If you do not need to show up to learn the material, they should just fucking give you the grade and shut up. Docking people for attendance is fucking making yourself self-important lmao when u clearly aint.

And lets be honest half the time theres a participation part of the class in say a social science class, the participation means listening to people argue about whether or not you’re human. ~wOW SO FUN AND ENLIGHTENING. u sure showed me a lesson about life chad.~

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Tagged by @littleblue-eyedbird to post my background and lock screen, the last song I listened to, and a selfie!

Background is Super Sexy Ultimate Husband Krem by @chaoslindsay
Lock screen is adorable Krems by @xfreischutz
Last song I listened to according to Spotify is Armies of Your Heart, on the playlist I made for Ellana. Elizaveta is the artist responsible for Maryden’s singing voice and she’s amazing!!
And a selfie I don’t think I ever posted??? From back when my hair was still long and not undercut. Also there’s a piggie nose in that shot that I didn’t notice. xD
I tag @theeviloutthere @makiichigo @ohshwee @shanoniusrex and @korino21

about the Chechnya - lgbt violence. ^this. this is actually true, but none of the articles covers that I don’t know why.
i hate what’s going on there, I can’t stand the president of Chechnya. I was ready to vomit and cry when i read the article. but i really can’t stand when Tumblr assumes Chechnya=the whole russia. In fact, it’s a republic with their own rules and system and president. and I would never go there in my sane mind, even though officially it’s Russia. and 99% people I know think the same. and if you read the article, not only police was violent but gays’ families also. their own families were killing them because of the religion and pride. say what you want, it’s true. and I’m not anti-Islam, we do have another Muslim republic in Russia, Tatarstan, and it’s one of the most progressive places. it’s totally totally different from Chechnya. but again, the problem isn’t the whole Russia (though it is homophobic but not that extreme) and please shut the fuck up with ‘what the hell is wrong with fucking Russia’ comments I’ve been seeing. the problem is people. the problem is fucking religious homophobia and conservative traditions and EXTREMELY toxic cult of masculinity developed in Chechnya by its president Ramzan Kadyrov. now I’m going to sign petitions, have a good day Tumblr

We Do It Different on the West Coast

The papers write about it back in England
It’s practically a lifestyle back in Berlin
There’s probably some pockets in Ohio
Almost always something happening in Ohio

I heard some bad reports about Long Island
I don’t trust what people say about Long Island
I heard some good things from some friends about Chicago
I gotta see with my own eyes about Chicago
We do it different on the west coast
We do it different on the west coast
We do it different on the west coast
We do it different on the west coast

I heard they had a problem with some skinheads
At a show in a machine shop in Pomona
I feel like half my friends have moved to San Francisco
I think I’m gonna bleach my hair this weekend
And Dave went to New York – I don’t care
You can’t shut people up once they get back from their Christmas out there
Skim though such magazines as I can get my hands on
Glue circuit boards to plywood on the weekend
Trellis modulation for the children
There’s a whole new world just up around the corner

We do it different on the west coast
We do it different on the west coast
We do it different on the west coast
We do it different on the west coast

from Goths (2017)

anonymous asked:

do you have any cute headcanons about a pidge & allura friendship??

oooooo YEAH I DO

- Together they are the leaders of the Roast Lance Club and they’re ready to it point out

     - Lance is suffering

- Allura really wanted to bond with Pidge so she tried doing a girls night with her but Pidge wasn’t completely into it 

    - Then Allura tried to show her Altean tech and Pidge was super excited

        - Talking about Altea gives Allura a chance to reminisce and talk about her problems and it gives Pidge the chance to learn and open up too

- Most of their dynamic tbh is learning from each other and compare and contrast their personalities

- Pidge will never admit it but she loves it when she gets her hair combed and styled for once so Allura and the mice get on that right away

- They have TERRIBLE sleeping habits and end up staying up together just doing work around each other

- Allura is always blown away by Pidge’s inner strength and sees herself in her

     - Aka if you hurt her Allura is coming for your ass

- Pidge finds out how to hack into Galra messages and that’s good for missions and stuff but she and Allura always scrambles up the messages and trolls the Galra

- Whenever the paladins do something stupid they share A Look and sigh

- Pidge asks Allura if she can have the mice for something and Allura agrees only to find out Pidge used them to reach the snacks on the high shelf

- When they talk about their interests Pidge will ramble and Allura sits confused

    - “What’s a … meme?”

    - “Oh my God”

- Talking about their fathers and family is a sensitive subject for them and if they do something because of it, the other will completely understand

- They’re both pretty impulsive (granted not as much as Keith) but they’ll go guns blazing into a situation when need be

- They are VERY competitive especially when it comes to games and they are all time champions 

     - If they lose though they’ll flip the table and get pissed

- Allura attempts to make the Altean equivelent of peanut butter cookies and fails

     - Pidge thought it was really nice of her and tries to make something Altean and also fucks up 

        - They both agree that they should just make whatever they want and end up trashing the kitchen

            - Coran is not pleased

- Pidge brings out the inner kid of Allura and Allura brings a little more focus into Pidge’s life

- They are now basically adopted sisters, sorry I don’t make the rules

We Are Young: Chapter 1

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Coach is going to kill you.”

Aelin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She glanced over at Nehemia, but the dark skinned beauty was too busy backing into a parking spot of the school parking lot to pay her any attention.

Uncle Orlon,” The car came to a stop and Aelin sent Nehemia another pointed look - “Isn’t going to kill me for added a little extra sugar in my coffee.” A pause. “Uncle Weylan might though.”

“There are several things wrong with your statement,” Lysandra spoke up from the back of the car. She leant forward to look at herself in the rearview mirror, fixing her hair as she spoke. “One, you got a gingerbread latte and added three extra packets of sugar. I wouldn’t call that ‘a little’. And two,” Lysandra turned, sending Aelin a deadly smile. “Coach Weylan will definitely kill you when he finds out.”

If he finds out.” Aelin smirked, taking a big sip of her over sugared drink.

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That adhd feel when being bored is actually mentally exhausting and nothing you do is stimulating at all or you dont have the energy to do anything that might help but being bored itself is whats making u not have energy but yeah boredom is hell and i want to die :-)

Cards Against Humanity Starters:

“I drink to forget alcoholism.”

“This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot, and full of crippling debt.”

“Dear [NAME], I’m having some trouble with doing the right thing and would like your advice.”

“During sex, I like to think about Mufasa’s death scene.”

“White people like all-you-can-eat shrimp for $4.99.”

“I’ve had enough of your face.”

“Having problems with menstruation? Try shutting the fuck up!”

“The gypsies said my inner demons are how I’ll die.”

“I don’t need luck! I have edible underpants!”

“Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s daddy issues.”

“My superpower is being a dick to children.”

“Studies have shown tasteful sideboob is good for you.”

“Honey, mommy and daddy love you very much, but apparently mommy loves daddy’s credit card more than daddy.”

“When I am a billionaire, I shall erect a 50 foot statue to commemorate a tiny horse.”

“The class field trip was completely ruined by puberty.”

“Licking things to claim them as your own will always get you laid.”

“Hope is a slippery slope that leads to a disappointing birthday party.”

“Step one: almost give money to a homeless person. Step two: taksies-backsies. Step three: profit.”

“Me time never fails to liven up the party.”

“Why not spice up your sex life by bringing that thing that electrocute your abs into the bedroom?”

“Ever since the ‘incident’, every time I close my eyes, I still see your sad little naked body.”

“Women get turned on by tentacle porn.”

“Help! My son is farting and walking away!”

“I lost my virginity by pretending to care.”

“I learned the hard way that you can’t cheer up a grieving friend by giving a tumor a cutesy nickname.”

“Thanks to the sharing economy, I can now make money renting out my used panties.”

“Instead of coal, Santa now gives the bad children a can of whoop-ass.”

“Honey, I have a new roleplay I want to try tonight! You can be shutting the fuck up and I’ll be not having sex.”

“The next Happy Meal toy is pinkeye.”

“My mom freaked out when she looked at my internet history and saw 'a-big-black-dick.com/a-bigger-blacker-dick.”

"Can it wait a bit? I’m in the middle of making poor life choices?”

“Remember the old days when you could just slap 'SWAG’ on everything?”

“TSA guidelines now prohibit whining like a little bitch on airplanes.”

Tsukishima Appreciation Post

Okay so before the new episode airs I want to talk about how important Tsukki’s character development in this last episode really is.

First of all, we know Tsukki doesn’t really get excited about anything, but we do see Tsukki either caring about stuff, or getting excited/smiling at things when he’s younger:

  • He steps in and laughs at Yama’s bullies, calling them lame. 
  • He’s happy talking to Akiteru/playing volleyball with him.
  • He’s excited about Akiteru playing.

When he finds out Akiteru lied about his true status on the team, it doesn’t turn him off of volleyball, it just makes him stop caring about stuff altogether:

  • He doesn’t smile anymore unless he’s making fun of someone, because caring about stuff is lame.
  • He specifically makes fun of people like Tanaka, Noya, Hinata, and Kageyama the most because they care so much, and caring is lame.

Ultimately, he’s seen first hand that caring about anything too much is pointless, and will only leave you heartbroken.

As viewers, we can see that he actually does still care about stuff, even if he doesn’t show it. Mostly, we see this through Yamaguchi. 

  • He walks home with Yama, and clearly listens to what he has to say (even if he does tell him to shut up afterwards.) A great example of this is when Hinata and Kageyama ask him to help them study.
  •  His immediate reaction is “Why on earth would I do that?” but as soon as Tadashi encourages Kei to help, he reluctantly agrees. He cares, at the very least, about what Tadashi thinks of him. 
  • He still plays volleyball. He still actively tries, when he could have quit a long time ago. 
  • We see him get pissed off when stuff doesn’t go his way, and we see him thinking/analyzing/coming up with a solution to the problem, even before the Shiratorizawa match.
  • When he starts to lose steam, Yama kicks his but into gear with the whole ‘Pride’ speech.

Most of this character development is from Season 2, so this is all stuff we already know, but stay with me for a moment so I can talk a little more about things from Akiteru’s perspective. 

Think about how hard this must be for Akiteru.

Yeah, initially he must have lied at least partially for his own sake, to protect his pride. 

Ultimately though, he wanted his brother to be proud of him, and when he saw his brother’s excitement for volleyball and didn’t want to ruin that by telling him that no matter how hard he worked it ended up being pointless.

That’s the exact opposite of what Akiteru wanted: for his brother to stop caring, stop trying, because it doesn’t matter anyway. And yet, that’s exactly what ended up happening.

Flash forward to the match with Shiratorizawa:

Akiteru sees Kei thinking, trying, actually caring.

And when Kei succeeds at what everyone assumes is impossible, he sees Kei actually, outwardly care about the result.

As an older sibling myself, this moment gets to me because what Akiteru must be feeling is more than pride.

It’s more than ‘My little brother did something and I’m really proud of him, I always believed in him, etc. etc.’

It’s the feeling of ‘Even though I fucked up, I didn’t ruin everything. He turned out okay. He did what even I couldn’t do.’

And god if that isn’t what he wanted all along, just to do right by him, just for Kei to be excited about something, regardless of whether or not he succeeds.

Because it’s not about the success, it’s not about the fact that he did it. It’s the fact that he cares about succeeding, that he actually tried, that he’s hooked on volleyball, that he’s got something to be passionate about.

This moment is really, really important, because it’s not the moment Kei begins to care about something, it’s the moment he actually shows it. 

◆ ——— SAW SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ I want to play a game. ’
’ My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name? ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more… ’
’ I’m having a blast! This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant! ’
’ I want you to make a choice. ’
’ Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules. ’
’ What’s the last thing you remember? ’
’ I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and I woke up in an actual shithole. ’
’ I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside… ’
’ I’m sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings… ’
’ I’m a kill you, you sick asshole! ’
’ Congratulations. You are still alive. ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. ’
’ You don’t know me, but I know you. ’
’ Live or die, make your choice. ’
’ You’re probably wondering where you are. ’
’ Now I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. ’
’ At least we’ll have the cover of darkness. ’
’ Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? ’
’ Hey! Oh shit, I’m probably dead. ’
’ Who said anything about a warrant? ’
’ If you are so sick then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? ’
’ How much blood will you shed to stay alive? ’
’ I’ll leave you in this room to rot. ’
’ I know it’s you, you son of a bitch! ’
’ My camera, it doesn’t know how to lie. ’
’ You tell anyone you were here? ’
’ Stop the lies! You’re a liar! I need to know the truth! ’
’ You don’t recall getting your picture taken in that parking lot? ’
’ How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy? ’
’ Does that mean you saw what happened to me? ’
’ Oh for fuck’s sake! I give up! ’
’ You think it is over, but the games have just begun. ’
’ You feel you now have control, don’t you? ’
’ I don’t have a fucking soul… ’
’ Will you learn how to let go and truly save them? ’
’ What you can’t do, is save everyone. ’
’ I promise that my work will continue. ’
’ If you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself. ’
’ I do, but addiction has ruined your life. ’
’ I’m bleeding man. Please just let me go. ’
’ Killing is distasteful… to me. ’
’ How did you walk out of that building? ’
’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’
’ Playing with matches again? ’
’ I want to know if you have what it takes to survive. ’
’ They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery… ’
’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’
’ Why? Was it for money? This was your plan? ’
’ You’re a monster! ’
’ Fix me, you motherfucker! ’
’ Why don’t you fucking tell me something that I don’t know, you stupid cunt?! ’
’ For three years I wanted to kill you. ’
’ I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for what happened. ’
’ You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. ’
’ There’s no preventative treatment for what you have. ’
’ Please don’t do this to me. I have a family. ’
’ You’re asking me to do the impossible. ’
’ I’m sorry, but your own actions have caused this. ’
’ What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! ’
’ This is the piece taken from the latest victim. ’
’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’
’ Get used to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere. ’
’ When the time’s right, you’ll know what to do with it. ’
’ That rolled off your tongue real smooth. ’
’ Wait! What the fuck are you doing?! ’
’ Please don’t let me die! Please don’t! ’
’ Oh, well that’s it, isn’t it?! It’s over! ’
’ Look at me! When you’re killing me, you look at me! ’
’ I never saw any indication of psychotic behavior. ’
’ You can never really tell what someone’s thinking on the inside. ’
’ Well, there’s a problem with that, though. ’
’ Go on, fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go! ’
’ Maybe addiction’s just part of human nature. ’
’ Remember, don’t trust the one who saves you. ’
’ You want a chance? I’ll give you a chance. ’
’ What do you mean you don’t know about this? ’
’ You didn’t cut your own arm off? ’
’ What condition? There is no condition. ’
’ I didn’t have it penciled in on my schedule. ’
’ It’s not the first time some psychopath called me out. ’
’ That’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. ’
’ How do you just wake up in a room and have no idea where you are? ’
’ I guess you’ve never been drunk before. ’
’ I spent three years at college drunk. ’
’ You asked me what I wanted and I told you. ’
’ You seem to know a whole lot about me. ’
’ I feel a whole lot of things right now. ’
’ The only dooryou know how to open… is between your legs! ’
’ Why don’t you shut the hell up?! ’
’ That’s your luck, bending on over in prison, you little dickhead! ’
’ If you’re gonna threaten me with a knife, you might as well cut me a little. ’
’ You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. ’
’ It’s the tool, thats going to save your soul. ’
’ I didn’t do anything to you! ’
’ Don’t open the door! ’
’ You have to save yourself. ’
’ Do you wanna play a game? ’
’ That’s exactly it, you didn’t do anything. ’
’ You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. ’
’ You should know better than anyone, what happens then. ’
’ I go for the neck, but I’m not the brain surgeon. ’
’ Now you better start fucking paying attention. ’
’ Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet. ’
’ Yeah, that’s right. I’m a murderer. ’
’ So, do you have everything you need? ’
’ You’d be surprised what tools can save a life. ’
’ Then help me! Fix me! Fix me motherfucker! I’m standing right here! ’
’ You have to play by the fucking rules! ’
’ The human body is a miraculous creation. ’
’ Game over. ’
Simple Man

Originally posted by deanjackles

Summary: Reader has a break in one night and meets Officer Dean Winchester, the one person who might ruin everything…

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I hope you enjoy this first part of some gruff cop Dean…


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