sorry we used such strong language


Shouting to Steve through the communication device because you’re pregnant, again, after giving birth of four healthy, strong little super soldiers  

You: We had talk about this Rogers! This is the fifth time, fifth! 

Steve: You know I uses protection every time! 

Clint: Guys they’re really doing this–

You: The condom DIDN’T WORK! For fuck’s sake, *Paul: Oh hey! That’s a nice pun.* *Tony: LANGUAGE!* I’d even ate the pills! What the hell is in the serum?! 

Bruce: Cap, you know we can hear it right–

Peter: Mrs. Rogers please clam down. Pregnant woman should not be too aggressive–

You: Steve Rogers you should better say something.  

Steve: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, dear. But can you just let me enjoy a second of the joy of going to be a dad? *Tony: I don’t understand how can a person be exciting after already be a dad for four times.* *Bruce: Think about your suits, Tony.* *Tony: Oh!*  We should tell kids they’re having a new brother or sister! 

You: You’re a jerk Steve. *Bucky laugh in the background* I’m going to tell them, and I decide the name and who be the godparents. You should better prepare to change the diapers and keep your eyes open 24h for the next 2 years.

Natasha: Congratulations then.


Because of BigBang I started listening kpop FOR ME they are legends ….and now because of f*cking haters. …one of my kings is suffering …I’m praying for him to be well but my question is WHY? why there are still people that are so …dumb …I mean YES…HE MADE A MISTAKE but everyone makes them ..and I know that what he did is really bad but what are you doing when you hate him and judge him …you do exactly nothing…oh no you actually do…you made him feeling so bad that know we are here ..and I’m writing this post and he is in a hospital rn …so everyone that write s**t on the internet please remember that those who you are writing about are 10000000% real people ….and they also have feeling and emotions and the next time you want to judge someone or calling him bad names remember that one day that might be your sibling …closest friend or even you … And to all the people supporting T.O.P remeber WE NEED TO STAY STRONG FOR HIM!!! COUSE HE NEEDS US RN AND WE NEED TO KEEP PRAYING FOR HIS HEALTH AND LIFE!!!❤ (sorry if I made any mistakes but English is not my first language)

Originally posted by topsommelier

anonymous asked:

I feel a strong amount of love for people. It's crippling.

I’m sorry that love is giving you such a hard time. 


(P.S. cripple and it’s variations are generally considered ableist slurs. We ask that our followers try not to use this language. People with physical disabilities have been reclaiming the slur, but it is inappropriate for others to use. Instead, try debilitating)

I know few people will read this but I need to say it.

I am deeply sorry. I am sorry for what the American people have decided. Yes, this was not my choice but by majority’s standards and the Democratic process Donald Trump is now my president too. I know this doesn’t only affect Americans, this affects everyone across the world. The “United” States of America is a super power and our politics affect everyone else’s.

So here is my heartfelt apology:

To Muslims, I’m sorry about the hate this will bring you. I’m sorry about the way you will be typecast in everything you do in relationship to the US. And to Muslim-Americans, I’m sorry for how you will be treated in your work and school environments under this hateful dictator. Your faith and heritage makes you strong. I will fight with you.

To the LGBTQIA+ community, I’m sorry that after waiting for so long to have someone endorse and fight for your rights on a political stage that you are now forced to relive what you’ve fought so valiantly for your entire lives. It isn’t right, you should be able to be as open and positive as any straight person is when they talk about their orientation. You’re brave and strong and I will fight with you.

To every transgender or gender non conforming American, I’m so sorry that people who think you beneath them are in charge of our government. They are afraid of what they can not fathom and fear of the unknown is the most dangerous spark. You’re strong and resilient and I will fight with you.

To every undocumented immigrant or child of immigrants (that’s me), I’m sorry. America is a community of immigrants and it is deplorable that we can not remember that. We are not the rightful heirs of this land and using that knowledge to scapegoat others is despicable. Immigrants come in all nationalities, hues, religions and languages and you are just trying to make a better life for yourself and your children and the generations that follow. I will fight with you.

To every First Nations citizen. I’m so deeply sorry. The DAPL is terrible enough but the fact that you now must face a racist who only cares about economic gain makes my heart cry for you. You’re the reason this land exists, the reason our forefathers fell in love with it and century after century the “American” people have taken advantage of that. You’re brave, kind souls and I’m constantly in awe of your acceptance. I will fight with you.

To Black-Americans. I’m so sorry this country can’t understand that it needs to accept you. Your lives matter tenfold and it is appalling that after everything this country has gone through, we are still not able to make it right for you. You deserve better and you deserve to feel safe and loved and respected in the place you call home. There is no reason why you should feel not wanted when you’re a bigger part of American history than the majority of the people who claim to shape this country. Your resilience inspires me and I will fight with you.

To my fellow women: I’m sorry. We live in a society that would rather elect an unqualified fascist than a woman who has spent her entire career trying to achieve the same respect as any man she has faced. She was vilified because of her public life and the errors made by those around her. She was far from being a perfect candidate, but she represented change and that should not be overlooked. I will continue to fight with you.

To those who can’t vote because of age or a minor misdemeanour that makes you ineligible, I’m sorry. America has let you down and I just hope that you can rise above this and continue to let your voice be heard. I will fight for you until you can fight alongside us.

I will continue to fight to make sure that everyone, despite the colour of their skin; religion; sexual orientation; and gender identity has the same respect and basic human rights as every other person. Hate may have won the battle, but love will win this war.

Roommates - Calum Hood

Background: It’s not always a good thing when your boyfriend has an asshole for a roommate. But sometimes it’s a blessing. (Y/N POV)


Words: 5,800+

Requested: No

Warning: Smut, explicit language, FIFA (sorry ashton)

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Walking Dead Game FanFiction - "Operation Babysit"

Title: Operation Babysit
Characters: Kenny, Nick, Luke and Clementine.
Summary: Clementine is three years old and Nick and Luke are on charge of babysitting.
Author’s Note: I love this idea so much. Enjoy! Strong language from Nick inside.
Requested By: clemmycluepower
“You guys need to do this.” Kenny grumbled, tightening the grip on his over-the-shoulder riffle. “We need to go and find more firewood. I’m sorry if that doesn’t work for you, but someone needs to watch her.”
“But why us? Why can’t you stay back?” Nick grumbled, crossing his arms in disapproval.
“What if Nick and I go get firewood and you guys stay here?” Luke suggested.
“No, you guys aren’t strong enough to carry a lot back.” The two gave him a quick glare before their expressions became ones of determination.
“Is there any way at all that we can get you to babysit her?” Luke begged.
“Nope.” Kenny replied with a smug grin. He normally would feel a little bad putting the two through this, but every now and then it was nice to torment them. Even just a little. “Well, I’ll see you guys later. She’s sleeping upstairs for now. But once—”
A tiny, groan from upstairs caused Kenny to smile. After all, these two just couldn’t catch a break. “Never mind, I guess she’s awake. Remember to feed her and play with her.” Studying their worried faces, he chuckled. “Good luck.” And with that, the door clicked shut and he was gone.
“Ugh.” Luke groaned. “Nick, can you start her food? It’s in the top left cupboard. I’ll go get her.” Luke unhappily worked his way up the stairs, headed straight for Clementine’s room. Bracing himself for screaming and wailing, he pushed open the door which revealed the tiny, wooden crib against the far wall. Walking closer however, little Clementine was laying peacefully in her bed, sniffling and humming quietly. As Luke peered over the rail, her face lit up like little stars.
“Ah!” She squealed happily, reaching her hands up towards his head. Luke’s expression softened at the sight of the darling girl. He may hate babysitting, but he often forgot what an adorable an tough little girl Clem was. Even for a baby she didn’t cry a lot, she often jut gargled or frowned if she was upset.
Being careful, Luke lifted the fragile girl into his arms and cradled her head in his hands. The little girl giggled and squealed happily as he took her down the stairs. This little girl was so happy you wouldn’t even be able to tell that it was almost the end of the world outside.
“Hey Nick—” Luke began, taking his eyes off the beautiful girl to see Nick struggling to get some of Clementine’s food actually into a bowl. Most of it was now on his shirt or on the counter. Luke chuckled, causing the golden eyes of the baby to glance up at him in curiosity. “Need some help?” He asked with a smirk.
Nick sighed and gave a half smile. “I’m fine. Here.” He stuck a little spoon into the bowl of baby food and placed it in Luke’s free hand. “Id better clean this shit up.”
Luke glared at his friend for using a curse in front of a child before heading towards the living room and setting Clementine on the couch. He carefully fed her spoon by spoon, with Clementine clapping happily in response to every spoonful. When she was finally done, he gathered the little in his arms and rocked her gently.
“Hey,” Nick started, taking a seat beside the two. “Mind if I hold her for a bit?” Without waiting for an answer his hands reached out for the little girl, causing Luke to instinctively pull her away.
“Not yet.” He said quietly. Clem now had her eyes half shut, and Luke’s eyes turned and became glued to her peaceful face. “I want to hold her just a little bit longer…” She was such a beautiful little girl. He could imagine her growing up to be a strong woman, independent and taking the world by storm. No matter what, he wanted to be there beside her, watching her grow up. If he could choose though, he would want her to stay this little forever.
Nick smirked as he watched him stroke her cheek with his thumb and run his hand over her hair. “I have a feeling that we’re going to be babysitting a lot more now, huh?”
Clementine’s little hand grabbed into one of Luke’s fingers and squeezed it gently, causing the man to smile. “Yep. We are.”