EHEHEHEHEHHEHE now @digeridoodler and my charisk together is just… dangerous OvO so many smol goats ; w; @hatsuki-chii94 called them brownies family or family brownies? i don’t remember xD they looks tasty tho
( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o) jk because of colors ; w; lol
PEDOPHILES, NAZIS, GORE BLOGS, AND CREEPY FETISH BLOGS ARE IGNORED BY THE STAFF AND BECAUSE SOME LIL SHIT DIDN’T LIKE A FICTIONAL SHIP!!??!?! STAFF IS JUST LIKE “OH YEA THE MOST HARMLESS THING IN THE WORLD AND ITS EVEN TAGGED PROPERLY???? BETTER FUCKING DELETE THE ENTIRE BLOG INCLUDING ALL THEIR OTHER FUCKING BLOGS”
fuck you staff, this rant is over
Edit: don’t reblog this i don’t even ship billdip anymore, this is still an issue with many things on tumblr but billdip does still step over the line and shouldn’t really be justified at all thx ~ Nov 2016 Parker
hi friends its rachel !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i reached a follower goal n i wanted 2 make one of these bc i love all of u so so so much nd interacting with u all makes me rly happie so i wanna show u all that i appreciate u !!!!!!!!!!! so this is basically a mutual appreciation post i guess ok cool !!!!!!!!!!!!
okay, so the selfie party is officially over
and to everyone who I didn’t get to, pleslase know that I wish very very much that I could have, I just wasn’t able to, there were so many of your beautiful faces and yea.
Please don’t feel bad if I couldn’t get to yours, and know I really really wish I could have, and thank you so Mich for taking the time to tag me in one of your selfies.
I am really truly sorry if I didn’t get to yours, just know that I really really wish that I could have. Next time I think I’m going to do a selfie party with just submissions, that way I absolutely won’t miss anyone.
I hope you all have a wonderful evening and know that I wish so so much I could have reblogged yours if I didn’t. I am really truly sorry and you are all wonderful and yeah.
ok hello yes im gonna make one of those “reblog if u post” things (even though it is currently 2015. im sorry) becaues i just like. mass unfollowed 80% of the people i was following and i want my dashboard back. if u can reblog if ur followin me thatd be aWESOME but anyway here we go!! yea ok so reblog if u post
Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure
RPG horror games (literally any. i love all of them)
Kill la Kill
ok yea thats about it. thank u in advance my dashboard is so dead rn rifp
I am absolutely in love with this Sia song and I just had to write a preference based on it. I hope you enjoy it because I did work kind of hard on it. But forget I said that because if it sucks then I look like a shitty writer.
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And another one bites the dust,
Oh why can I not conquer love?
“I love you.” Your boyfriend Luke whispers into your ear while you lay on his chest, staring at the television with his fingers running through your hair. You laugh and shake your head, continuing to stare at the television. His hand halts and he looks down at you, shifting on the couch causing you to look up at him. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was frowning.
“What?” You questioned, wondering where this conversation was going to end up.
“Do you think I do not love you?” Luke stated, sitting up with you still on him. You were on his lap now, his hands around your waist. You pulled his hands away from your waist and shook your head.
“We are not talking about this right now.” You told him as you pulled yourself up off his lap and started walking towards the kitchen before he grabbed your hand.
“Yes we are. We have to talk about this now.” Luke said. You looked down at your feet and let him pull you back down onto the couch. “Why do you think I don’t love you?”
“You can’t love me, Luke.” You said, looking up at his eyes and squeezing his hand.
“Why not? I do love you.”
“No you don’t! Stop saying that!” You scolded, ripping your hand from his and moving over to the other side of the couch.
“What’s wrong with you right now? You never act like this.” Luke stated worriedly, a fearful expression covering his face.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumbled as you brought your knees up to your chest.
“Please tell me.”
“Everyone who has ever loved me has left me.” You told him sadly, looking towards him. “The boy who was with me before you and the one before him and the one before him. It’s just an endless cycle, Luke. They all left me, but apparently they loved me? How could they leave someone they love? I gave myself to all of them, thinking they actually loved me, and I do not want you to be one of them. I can’t survive another heartbreak. I cannot conquer love, no matter how hard I try.” You explained to him. He moved to your side of the couch, pulling you into his lap and kissing you deeply, before pulling away and shaking his head.
“Only death will separate me from you. I am so deeply in love with you, beautiful. You have no idea how much I love you. I love you more than a mouse loves cheese, more than the sun loves the moon, more than a Christian loves God. I love you and I don’t care what all your other lovers did to you. You shouldn’t either. I am here now and I refuse to let you doubt me. You will conquer love. You will conquer love with me. Trust me when I say I love you. Please.” Luke said, pulling you closer to him and resting his forehead on yours. “Please.” You let out a shaky breath and nodded, bringing your hand up to his cheek and smiled slightly.
“I just might believe you, Luke. I just might.” You whispered. His face lit up and he cupped your face, whispering into your ear how much he loves you and sneaking little pecks every chance he gets. It might take you a while to actually trust his words, but for now the both of you were content with your answer.
I’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard,
I may snap and I move fast
You sit on your couch once again waiting for you boyfriend to come through the door later than you would like. You knew where he was. Fans have tweeted you enough, saying they’ve seen your boyfriend dancing with some busty blonde at some night club. This had happened so many times, but you never said anything for you are afraid of losing him, but you were tired of being such a pushover. You didn’t know what to do in this situation. You’ve never wanted to yell at him because of his antics, but you know that if you don’t say anything he’ll only continue. You frown at the thought of a screaming match that could most likely happen. You groan and pull out your phone, checking the time and calling one of your good friends.
“Hi, gorgeous. What’s up?” Your friend stated through the phone. She had always been there for you, had always stood up for you because… well you were a pushover. Enough said.
“I need help.” You told her. She sighed and giggled.
“No, really?” You laughed and rubbed at your tired eyes.
“Are you finally going to stand up to that asshole? If you say yes I’ll give you fifty bucks.” Your lip quivered and you took in a deep breath. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yea, I’m fine. I’m just so tired of his shit but I have no idea what to do. Please tell me what to do.”
“Well first, you need to chill out. If you’re crying he isn’t going to take you seriously. Second, as soon as he walks through that door you ask him where he was and what he was doing. If he lies, point it out. If he doesn’t acknowledge you just walk out. If does, continue the argument until he realizes that you aren’t some piece of shoot pushover, but an actual person.” She explained. You nodded and swallowed.
“Yea, yea. That sounds good. Do you think I can do that? I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Bitch. You can do it. Stop doubting yourself and just do it. Be strong. If it doesn’t work out just head on over to my house and we’ll eat ice cream and watch How I Met Your Mother. Okay?”
“Okay. Okay. I can do this.” You hear the keys jingle in the door and you tense up. “Oh my God he’s here!” You whisper shout.
“Get your ass over to that door and be ready to fight for your relationship. Good luck babe. I love you.” She hung up the phone and you threw it onto the couch, stalking over to the door and standing there. You fiddled with your fingers and watched Calum try and sneak into the apartment, lightly shutting the door.
“What are you doing?” You said loudly, putting all of your might into your voice.
“Hey, babe, what are you doing up?” Calum questioned, rubbing the back of his neck.
“What are you doing out this late?” You asked him, trying to stand up straight and look directly at him. You folded your arms across your chest.
“I was out. Is there a problem?” He asked, walking into the question to grab a glass of water.
“Yea it kind of is. Usually when your boyfriend walks through the door reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume most girlfriends get a little worried, Calum.”
“Jeez, get of my ass, I was just having a little bit of fun.”
“What the fuck Calum?” You shouted, causing him to drop the glass in shock. You were shocked. You never screamed at him. You never screamed at anyone. He turned around and swallowed. You couldn’t stop now though. “You think dancing with some busty blonde at a club is okay? Or going out whenever you fucking want to? I’m tired of being a fucking pushover! I can’t take it! I am so tired of you!”
“Shut up. Shut up. I’m done with you. You used me because you knew I had a disadvantage and that I would never say anything to you, but now I give up. It’s over Calum. Fuck you.” You stomp towards the door, grab your coat, slip on your vans, and prepare yourself for the long drive to your friend’s house. Finally, you were free.
And I wanted it, I wanted it bad,
But there were so many red flags
You awkwardly sit on the couch with the boys in the front room as you hear the loud moans coming from the bedroom down the hallway in the boy’s apartment. Luke and Calum were playing video games, not paying attention to the sexual sounds that were projecting down the hallway, but you and Ashton definitely noticed. Ashton looked at you and mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’ which only made you shrug nonchalantly. You didn’t want to think about the activities that were going on in the back room and you definitely didn’t want to think about the poor girl who’s going to be kicked out afterwards.
“God, he is such a dick.” You told Ashton. He shrugged and looked at you.
“Well, he’s your best friend.”
“Trust me, I didn’t choose him. He chose me.” You said, standing up and walking into the kitchen to grab a drink. Ashton followed behind you, frowning.
“I know Michael’s kind of a douchebag but you shouldn’t talk about him like that.”
“He knows I love him, Ash. Don’t worry about that. I just wish he would notice that these girls have feelings too.” You told him, pouring coke into your glass.
“You really should just tell him you like-like him. It’ll stop him from banging all these girls.” Ashton told you, leaning against the counter and staring at you.
“The last girlfriend Michael had he constantly cheated on her and made sure no one would tell her. If that’s not a red flag, then I don’t know what is. Michael is a player Ashton, let’s face it. Michael can’t have a girlfriend. If I was with Michael I would end up heartbroken.”
“If you think that you’re a fucking idiot. Michael would do anything for your love.”
“You sure do know how to win a ladies affection, Ashton. Maybe if Michael would shape up I would consider it, but I am not going to date a boy who thinks with his dick and not his brain.” You explained. It hurt so much to say these things about the boy who you wanted more than anything. You loved Michael, but you knew that there was more bad than good if you decided to ever have a relationship with him. All he wanted was sex and you wanted more than sex. You wanted love. You heard the bedroom door in the back open so you walked back into the living room to sit down with your drink, Ashton following behind you.
“Thanks, beautiful. I had fun.” Michael stated, pulling her in for a sloppy kiss.
“I’ll leave my number on the counter?” The girl stated. She was gorgeous, that was for sure. Definitely a step up from the girl two days ago.
“No need for that, babe.”
“Oh. Do you already have it?”
“Nope. Just don’t need it.” He walked over to the couch with Luke and Cal, grabbing a controller. “You can show yourself out, right?” The girl scoffed and stomped out of the house, the front door slamming. You rolled your eyes and pulled your phone out. You heard a fake chuckle and saw Michael staring at you.
“What?” You snapped, texting one of your other friends to see what she was up to. Anything had to be better than this.
“Who shoved a pole up your ass?” Michael scoffed, throwing the remote down. The boys all cautiously looked at each other, not prepared for one of your awkward arguments.
“Fuck off, Michael.” You stated, texting your friend back, telling her you were on the way to her house now. You stood up and grabbed your bag, saying bye to the boys before stomping towards the front door.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Michael shouted, chasing after you and grabbing your wrist.
“I’m going to a friend’s house. A house where I don’t have to worry about them fucking the entire female population.” You told him, yanking your hand away from his.
“Is that what you’re so pissed about? Look, I’m sorry about that but she showed up and who was I to turn away a beautiful girl?”
“If you don’t shut up I’m going to kick your ass and never speak to you again. I don’t care about your fucking sex life but can’t you keep it in your pants while I’m here?”
“Is it a problem that I want to have sex?”
“Yes when you ditch the girls afterwards without even showing them out!” You shouted at him.
“I don’t see anything wrong with it! They know what they’re getting into!” He responded.
“Well, how about I go find some guy in the club who will fuck me over like you do to all those girls.” With that Michael shoved you against your car door, scowling down at you.
“Don’t you dare talk like that. You are a million times better than those girls.”
“What? I have standards and they don’t?” You hissed. Michael nodded.
“Exactly.” You stared at Michael for a few seconds, shaking your head.
“Let go of me, Michael.” You whispered. Michael shook his head, gripping your arms tighter.
“Not until you say you’ll stay.”
“Mikey, I am not staying here. I don’t want to be here right now. Let me go. Now.” You stated, your face stern. Michael swallowed and nodded, letting go of you and backing away. You opened your door and started the car, pulling out of the driveway and not looking back. You needed a break from the friendship and that’s exactly what you did.
Well I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart,
But you’re blade – it might be too sharp
You liked to think of yourself as a strong willed woman who could never let a man get to her. You were thick skinned, at least that’s what your mother had always told you before she passed away a few years ago. You didn’t want a man to be in your life. You wanted to focus on your career and career only. That’s what you were doing until Ashton Irwin walked into your life. Ashton Irwin was… odd. He was like any other boy you had met but at the same time he was different. He was a sweetheart with long curly hair that you wanted to run your fingers through and his lips always looked so soft. He was funny and tall and handsome and you wanted him, but you didn’t want him to interfere with all of your hard work.
“Ashton!” You shouted down the hallway, running towards him and hoping he’d stop.
“Oh! Hey, darling. How can I help you?” Ashton questioned, grabbing your arm to help you stand up straight. You really needed to work on your cardio.
“Did you get Dr. Johnson’s homework for last night? I forgot to do it and I’m freaking out because I don’t understand any of it and class is in an hour and…”
“Hey it’s all good. I can help you. Starbucks?” You nodded your head and smiled up at him.
“Yes, that would be perfect. Thank you so much.” He held his arm out for you and you wrapped yours around his, blushing lightly at the small physical content. You both made small talk as you walked down to Starbucks, talking about basic things like your majors and such. You both walked into Starbucks, Ashton politely holding the door open for you and pulling out your chair. “Such a gentlemen.”
“Not really. Every man should do it for a woman.”
“Well I guess chivalry isn’t dead.”
“Would you like a drink or anything before we start studying? I’ll pay.”
“No, you don’t have to do that.” You stated, pulling out your textbooks and wallet.
“I insist. What would you like?”
“Um… Just a green tea please. Thank you, Ashton.” He smiled down at you and went to buy your drinks as you turned to the homework pages Johnson had assigned. You sighed at the complicated psychiatric questions that covered the page, groaning in frustration.
“That is such an attractive sound.” Ashton stated, placing his drink down in front of you. You blushed and looked down, coughing slightly and turning the page. “So, what are you stuck on?”
“What if I told you this was all a ploy and I just really wanted to take you out for a drink?” You teased.
“I would say that you’re a terrible date, making me pay when you wanted to take me out.” Your mouth opened and shook, quickly shaking your head until he started shaking his head. “I’m only teasing. Plus, I’ve been wanting to take you out for a while anyways. I’m glad you instigated something.”
“Well actually, I really do need help. I’m so confused.” You explained to him. He nodded and brought his chair over to yours, resting his hand on your knee and helping you with the questions. You couldn’t pay attention to any of the words he was saying though due to his hand being placed in such a non-erotic area, though for some reason he made it seem so dirty. All you could focus on were the way his lips moved, his green eyes rolling over the words on the page.
“Are you even paying attention to me?” Ashton questioned, pulling you out of your trance.
“Oh. Yea. Totally.”
“Repeat the last instructional thing I said.” You stared at him and he shook his head, laughing at how adorable you looked in that moment. “I think that we should skip class today and hang out. I think I want to take you out for lunch.” Ashton suggested. You didn’t even skip a beat, automatically saying yes. This boy was something else, making you skip one of your most important class, but you didn’t care. There was something about him that made you want to do anything for him. His blade was sharp and he was cutting right through your thick and towards your elastic heart. You wanted to know more about him and that’s what you planned to do.
I really hope you liked this. If you did you could totally ignore me or send me something about how much you adored it whichever you prefer. If you hated it I like being told that to. Lets me know that I need to become more creative or something. Well… thanks for reading!