sorry these are terrible

gmw accent challenge

okay so tumblr won’t let me upload my audio bc it’s saying it’s too big?? just because it’s almost 20 minutes of me crying over girl meets world?? what the fuck right??

anyway, I was tagged by the lovely @ouat2011 and I really loved this concept?? so you can hear the audio here (if you want to, obviously, you totally can pretend this never happened lol). 

the audio sucks and I couldn’t finish the last two topics of the challenge because I suck too lmao 

hope you all enjoy it as much as I did recording it and let me know what you think.

I challenge @jaredpadaleckis, @rorysgilmoree, @alexanderhamllton, @huntersmaya, @knightgale & @lorelukes 

Imagine being Negan's daughter and taking care of Dwight after he gets the iron because you love him but it doesn't sit well with Sherry

(Sorry if this isn’t smut :( I just had a terrible case of writer’s block for this one and couldn’t integrate smut into it properly -_- so i just took it out …Yay to angst? Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Ps. Once again i’m so sorry for no smut :( Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

Ever since you met Dwight, you had harbored a crush for him and couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Although, he was married, you had actually enjoyed seeing him as such a caring and loving husband. He had done everything for his wife, Sherry, to keep her safe, well fed and not to mention to himself. You envied her for it for the longest time and had desired to have someone like that in your life, or simply him.

However, no matter how your feelings grew for him by each day that passed, you never had any intention of breaking them up, but that wasn’t the case of your father.

He had a thing for Sherry and had tried to convince her to be his wife on multiple occasions and when the opportunity finally came she ended up agreeing but the cost of her husband getting the iron.

It ached your heart to hear him scream in agony as your father was the one punishing him for leaving and stealing. You had tried to voice your disagreement, tears rolling down your cheeks, but it was only met with your dad glaring at you, telling you to shut it and stand back.

In the end, half of his face had melted and he had lose consciousness from the all the pain. Although, Sherry had cried as well, you couldn’t help but resent her for making him go through such a punishment.

You thought to yourself, what kind of wife is she to let him be in such pain and then to leave in the arms of another man. You hated her even more with each passing instant.

You didn’t care that she had no choice, that’s not how you saw things, to you there was another choice, if they wanted to leave they should’ve never came back.


As you were a med student, you always helped the doctor with the patients and took it upon yourself to take extra care of Dwight for his short recovery.

He was laying on the stretcher, unconscious and you took your time applying whatever was needed for his face to heal.

As you looked at him, you couldn’t help but tear up at the thought of him having to go through such a punishment.

Feeling so bad, you couldn’t leave him alone and had decided to stay by his side until he gets better.

You sat in the chair near him and feeling as if he needed some comfort, you reached your hand to hold his. You brushed your thumb over his hand occasionally and thought about how the things would go on.

Slowly, you felt your eyes getting heavier and you drifted to sleep.

He opened his eyes, with much difficulty on the burnt side, and noticed a slight weight on his arm.

He turned over, seeing you snoring so peacefully, strangely made him smile. He then touched his face and guessed you were probably the one who had taken care of him for the night.

Although, he would’ve wanted to thank you personally, he thought that it was better to let you sleep. Slowly, he sat up but it ended up making you open your eyes.

Quickly, you pricked your head up and started asking him if he was alright.

“You’re awake? Are you ok? Do you need anything?”

You had gotten up on your feet trying to prepare for whatever he needed but he simply shook his head, chuckling to see you so worried.

It had been the first time he had smiled since the past few days and it stunned him to feel this way. He instantly stopped and sat near the edge, preparing to leave.

“No, i’m fine…When is your dad coming in…He has job for me right…”

You remembered what your father had said about what he had to do and you quickly helped him to get ready.

“Yeah…Actually…He’s waiting for you in his room…Here let me help you…”

He nodded quickly and took the clothes you handed over. You turned around to let him change, pretending to look for something.

As he got done, before he could leave, you found the medicine and turned around to put your hand to his chest to stop him from getting up.

“Wait…I have to put on the cream first…”

He tried to deny and avoid you as you approached your hand, saying he’ll be fine. Luckily, you managed to put a hand to him to stop.

You applied the medicine, gently and carefully, making sure it wouldn’t hurt him and that it covered enough for it to heal properly.

As you did, he felt grateful for you and seemed to forget about the possibility of your father walking in.

“Alright…All done…”, you said with a bright smile to him. You just wanted to cheer him up as best as you could before seeing your father.

Looking down to his feet, he mumbled, “Thanks…” and stood up to leave.

“You’re welcome!”

As he got to the door, you then reminded him, “Oh, I forgot! Dwight, you’ll have to come back here by noon after lunch and later before going to sleep…to reapply…”

He turned to look at you before walking out and you showed him the medicine. He smiled back at you and slowly nodded in agreement.

As you had told him to, he later made his way to your office and let you take care of him once again.


It made you happy to see him back and gradually, as days would pass, you and him would have a little chat while at it.

You grew to know him more and slowly, he felt comfortable enough to confide in you. He let himself go with you and despite who your father was, it didn’t seem to matter as he understood that you knew how to keep a secret.

Eventually, those parts of the day became his favorite,as he would always find his smile for a little while before going back to doing his job, slowly it became more than a 3 time visit per day.


One afternoon, you were waiting in your office for him as usually, but as you looked at your watch, you noticed it was way pass his time.

It worried you but at the same time, you thought that he might simply busy with his work.

Not wanting, to seem like you didn’t care if he came back or not, you took the bottle of cream and walked out to look for him.

You searched through the halls, the kitchen and even in the lounge and still couldn’t find him.

You walked your way back out to find him elsewhere but suddenly heard your name being called. You turned around to see Sherry, glaring at you slightly and crossing her arms.

“What?” You asked, in the most polite tone you could muster up with her around.

She got closer and replied, “Let’s go talk in more quieter place…”

She walked passed you and obviously waited for you to follow. Although, you were reluctant, you couldn’t help but wonder as to what she had to say to you, especially considering you both never really talked much before.


You followed her and she lead you to the stairs where you couldn’t be seen or heard by anyone.

She turned to look at you and with the same smug expression and attitude, she said, “I’m really thankful for what you’re doing for…Dwight…It’s really kind of you…”

Although her words were thanking you, you could tell she wasn’t truly sincere and that she simply did it as if she was forced to. You didn’t want to say anything to her back, as you didn’t want to waste your time and simply nodded.

You wanted to keep looking for Dwight so you tried to walk pass her but she held your arm back.

“But…You need to stop…He can take care of himself…Accept that…”

It stunned you to hear her and you just couldn’t stay silent. You got your arm out of her grasp and glared at her back.

“No…i’m the medic here…I take care of my patients…”

She shook her head and took a more concerning tone to talk to you, acting as if you were her child.

“It doesn’t matter…I’m catching on to you and your dad soon will as well…just imagine if your dad…were to find out that his only daughter has a thing for a traitor…”

Her attitude confused you and you simply asked, “Are you blackmailing me?”

“I’m just warning you…Step away from him…”

You scoffed and looked away from her, putting your hands in the pocket of your white jacket. You then treated her as the child back, just as she had been with you.

“Thanks but I don’t need the warnings from a woman who is simply fucking my dad every night…You’re not my mom…Besides I enjoy taking care of Dwight…and i’ll keep doing it because you wouldn’t ever do it again…So yeah go tell him, I don’t need your help to deal with my own father…”

She suddenly got quiet and you could tell she only got angrier. You moved slightly away from her and stopped to say, “Besides i’m sure he’ll understand…the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…In case you didn’t get that, i’m talking about you being a traitor as well and how it’s fine that you’re fucking my dad…Next time don’t ever forget your place here…”

Suddenly, you felt your arm being held and yourself turned around. She had slapped you a few times before you tried to put a stop to her and get the upper hand.


She started yelling at you and suddenly heard her name being called by a familiar voice, Dwight’s. He grabbed her and told her to stop.

“Sherry! Stop! Calm down! Stop it!”

She tried to get out of his grasp and suddenly he simply ended up letting go, making her land against the wall.

He stood in front of you, shielding you from any further harm.

“Sherry, just stop…She’s just doing her part here…”

She kept moving forward towards you and him and simply talked back.

“Her part? You go see her everyday! Even on hours when you’re supposed to be out working! Don’t think I didn’t notice! You can’t just say she’s doing her job!”

He got mad from her comment and just couldn’t take what she was saying about you and him. He thought she just didn’t have her place to say things like that anymore and raised his voice back.

“So what? What does it matter to you? It’s none of your business…You shouldn’t be caring for me anymore! Especially not after this…”

He pointed his scar and as he held onto your arm behind him, you could feel him shaking.

“Every day I have to wake up to this…Being reminded that this is the price I paid for you and me to survive…for you to be with another man…You think it makes me happy?! It doesn’t! I feel like shit! But Y/N…”

He turned to catch a glance at you, and everything about him had seem to soften. He stared back at her and continued, “At least she tries to make me feel better about it…Everyday…I can tell she tries her best to make me smile and laugh…to keep my mind off of it…Everything she’s doing…she does it because she cares…If you really loved me…then you should feel happy that I can feel some joy at this point as well…but clearly you’re just selfish…”

She was in disbelief from the words that came out of him and just couldn’t find anything else to say. She glared at you and back at Dwight before walking pass the both of you, all while a few tears had rolled down her cheeks.


As she left, Dwight turned to look at you and stroked you cheek, in hopes to soothe out the redness from the slap.

You winced at the feeling but still couldn’t help but blush. He noticed you and feeling somewhat responsible, he instantly apologized.

“I’m sorry for that…”

“It’s fine…it doesn’t hurt that much you’re just stroking my cheek.”

“No silly…I’m talking about Sherry…”

“Oh…well that too, it’s okay…I followed her…What was I expecting?”

Your comment made him chuckle and he just thought you were a little too adorable to be this oblivious and casual.

“You’re really too kind Y/N…It’s hard to believe your Negan’s daughter…”

He tucked your hair and taking a deep breath, he cupped your face. He looked you in the eyes and you noticed him getting watery.

“I-I’m really sorry for that…You didn’t deserve it…And I…I probably don’t deserve someone like you…But I can’t help it…You just make me so much happier…”

As he said that, his lips crashed into yours, making you close your eyes and hold on to hims tightly. His lips moved around, making yours react back to him and you felt yourself being turned to be backed against the wall.

Plus Size Queen

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @secretlittledelights  I sincerely hope you like this, love! It was a delight doing this! Let me know if you want me to re do it for you, sorry if it’s terrible! Enjoy! 

Word Count: 776 

Warnings: Angst? Fluff? Rudeness. Dickhead Doctor. Plus size discrimination subtly. 

You groaned as you sat in the small crowded doctor’s waiting room, people coughing and sneezing and blowing their nose, just like you.

You’d come down with a cold, due to the freezing temperatures and scatterings of snow and rain. You’d been staying in bed, resting, keeping warm, all week. Watching tv, drinking tea, eating soup, blowing your nose, taking medicines. Nothing seemed to work.

So, here you were. Sam had practically dragged you into the doctors, demanding you be seen to possibly get some better medicine to help and just to make sure you were okay.

Two mother’s with their children went into the two doctors offices, and then you heard the door open and your name being called. Sam held you close as you both got up and walked into the clean pristine room. You both sat down in the chairs, and the doctor looked at Sam, then you, and you knew instantly the look he was giving you. You’d seen it many times before.

The doctor’s voice was clipped as he spoke. “So, what seems to be the problem? Are you having trouble with your weight?”

Wow, right off the bat, that was a first, but not very surprising. You instantly felt Sam tese, and you rubbed soft circles on his hand to soothe him, giving a polite smile to the doctor as you sniffled, your nose red and sore, voice slightly rough and nasally.

“I have a cold, and it hasn’t gone in a while, I’ve tried everything, we thought it was best coming here”

The doctor nodded and silently got up, checking your breathing, your ears, looking at your tonsils, then weighing you on the scales. Sam looked confused at that, but stayed silent as you sat back down, holding your hand, kissing it softly, looking at the doctor as he typed on his computer before looking at you, his eyes cold, voice rude and sour.

“Have you considered dieting? Have you tried exercising more, eating healthy? You can get personal trainers, go to classes, get meal plans. Perhaps a medication of some sort to help reduce weight would be best?”

And that’s when Sam lost it. If it was one thing he couldn’t deal with, it was people being assholes because of how you looked. You were plus size. You were used to this sort of thing. But, to him, you were an angel. So perfect. And it was his instinct to knock anyone out who said otherwise.

When Sam spoke his voice was a deadly tone, one you recognised from hunts. His body was upright, tensed, and his eyes were burning on the doctor.

“That’s got nothing to do with the fact she has a cold. She’s sick, her weight is fine, how about you do your job and give her something to help her get better than worrying about anything else.”

Sam’s nostrils were flared, his fists clenched, and you sat speechless, watching, still holding on to Sam in case he lost his temper and knocked the doctor out cold.  

The tall, lanky, grey haired doctor looked frightened in his seat, practically cowering at the sight of this deadly hunter. Nodding quickly, stuttering, he turned to his computer, typing with trembling fingers.

“O-Of course, I was just, I-I’ll get a medication, some antibiotics and medicine to take that s-should help with in a at least week”

He quickly gave you your prescription, not even making eye contact, and Sam grabbed it, practically hauling you out the building.

When you were by the car, he was cupping your face and kissing you, passionately, pouring every single ounce of love he had for you into it, his strong, big, warm arms wrapped around your body as he held you close, his lips scattering kisses over your cheeks and face.

“I’m sorry, baby. He’s a fucking asshole okay? Don’t pay any mind. You are perfect. My beautiful, perfect, sweet little angel. Never forget that. I’ll prove it to you tonight”

He winked down at you, kissing you softly again before helping you in the car, holding you in his lap as Dean drove back to the bunker, smiling when he saw you both cuddled up in the backseat.

You smiled, feeling content and happy. It was impossible to doubt yourself with Sam. He truly showed you how he saw you through his eyes. He taught you to love yourself.

You looked up at him, long hair, strong jaw, beautiful eyes, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, Sam”

The smile he gave you back was enough to make your heart skip “I love you more, my beautiful queen” 

Grim Hope

 Beautiful, was the first thought that occupied his mind.

 The stars were a beautiful blanket of twinkles and sparkles. Clouds were absent from the night sky, providing such a glorious sight that could send anyone in awe. It didn’t rain tonight, yet the chilly breeze was enough to send a soothing shiver on his skin. His body felt relaxed at the feel of soft grass caressing his palms. His heart eased slowly at the sight of the stars.

 Deep brown eyes blinked once, twice, at nothing in particular. Soft pink lips were pulled to a straight line. Only his lower lip twitched just the slightest by the nibble of his teeth. In and out and in and out he breathed carefully, letting the cool air cleanse his lungs.

 Hilariously enough, he still found it quite hard to breathe.

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emoji tags for mutuals/friends

so originally i was gonna do puns for each person that also related to the emoji but unfortunately that was more pun than even i could imagine, so it looks i’ll not be pun-ishing all of you with my terrible puns, sorry xp

either way though, i’m putting an alphabetized list here for me to keep track of which emojis are used and for who! 

🌳🌳 @cabeswatr​ 🌳🌳

🌛🌛 @cottoncandyviviana 🌛🌛

🌟🌟 @dancing-among-the-stars-forever​​ 🌟🌟

🍍🍍 @dorianshavilliard​ 🍍🍍

🍂🍂 @frisksleeps 🍂🍂

🐊🐊 @gatorclavv​ 🐊🐊

📓📓 @goodbye-good-bi​ 📓📓

👽👽 @lesbean-alien​ 👽👽

🌹🌹 @rosebeams​ 🌹🌹

👑👑 @synthattack​ 👑👑

🌚🌚 @theinfinitudeofprimes​ 🌚🌚

@ mutuals/friends who aren’t on this list, lmk if you want your very own emoji tag c:

anonymous asked:

There's been a shooting in a school here in Monterrey. I don't know what to do. A student killed kids. It's almost the same as Columbine. I feel weird. My mind's spinning, my stomach is sick. I think I'm not going to be a Columbiner anymore.

I’m so sorry to hear about this! It’s always hard when something terrible hits so close to home in a community you know very well. From the sound of it, I’m glad to hear that you’re at least safe from immediate harm – I hope the same also goes for your friends, family, and other people you know. =) It’s tragic that this new shooting wound up being another loss of life, though, and my prayers are with everyone affected.

The most you can do right now is let yourself feel it all and do what you can for your community around you. Use this safe space you’re in to listen to yourself and the world around you – you will know what is needed, and you will know how to give. If it’s uncomfortable for you to be a part of the Columbiner community right now in light of this, then take your distance and the time that you need. I will say this, however: what you have learned from Columbine will be with you and will hopefully allow you to navigate this current space with greater empathy and intelligence.

I’ll be thinking of you and your community in the days to come! <3

anonymous asked:

Have u planned something for blue when he grow up? Sorry for my English it's terrible byeeee ily

ur english is good friend :-) !!!!!!! yes i have a loose plan !!!! i hope it goes well >__> !!!!! ily2!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

I know this is dumb, but I've had a terrible day, and honestly it's been one of the worst days I've had in months. But checking tumblr and seeing that you hit 20,000 subscribes made me happy. I feel like I'm a part of something that's only going to grow and get better. You, and your community are so amazing. Thank you for all that you've done! 💜💜💜 -Cass

I’m so sorry to hear you had a terrible day, but I’m glad to know you feel welcomed and encouraged by this community. I don’t do nearly enough, but the people who make up my viewership are absolutely incredible. YOU are part of that and I appreciate it so much!

anonymous asked:

so i just finished chapter 2 of dr2 (same anon who was wondering about nagito's well being since he was tied up) and i have never cried *so much* before. i was wailing when fuyuhiko told peko not to leave him and *i just couldnt take it*. i was finally able to calm myself down a bit with nagito's talk about monokuma being a stepping stone until monomi said that fuyuhiko was still alive. fresh round of tears came. my head is still swimming and now i just feel really tired...

(Aww I’m sorry :/ Yeah that was terrible for me too and I think a lot of people reacted the same way !

Don’t hesitate to pause the game and rest ! This is something that should be enjoyed, not forced ! :)

-mod lili)


If you recorded the lectures then a great way to get other stuff done while studying is to listen to them. Your subconscious picks up a lot you could use. And if not then reading through any notes you’ve taken is a great way to refresh things you’ve learned without memorizing everything. I also find this is quicker. I also suggest you stick to the “big points” or main ideas. If you know these thoroughly then connecting the smaller ideas to them becomes more of a game of logic and what makes

2- Sense rather than memorization. Also something that helps me, chew some gum while you’re studying and then chew the same flavor gum while you’re taking the test. I didn’t think this would help me at first but you’d be surprised so don’t be afraid to give it a shot. Best of luck!!


Make a song out of the information? I’m sorry I’m terrible at taking tests I hope you do well

@megafandombandgeekgirl hm yea. That’s what I might go for. My only issue is that us knowing the overall points is not enough, seeing as the profs will literally test us on single words that may have been written in a random slide or on a random figure. They care more about us memorizing the course by heart rather than connecting shit, lmfao. But I will probably do what you said.

@moonys-lover that may have worked back in hs lmao but in 3rd year physiology with 29 lectures, making songs is not exactly helpful lol. but thanks

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry for the hate you're receiving. People can be terrible :/

It’s okay, I had a little laugh at it, so it doesn’t really affect me that much. 😊😊  

one of the reasons mental illness sucks so fucking much is because people around you can literally tell you again and again that they love you, that they think you’re cool and funny, that they support you in every way, that you’re talented or intelligent, and no matter how many times they say it you’ll always cringe and shake your head and say “no, no i’m not, really” but the SECOND someone says one bad thing about you, even just once. You believe it completely.