stop begging for them

Ever since I saw that tweet about Otabek having mischievous friends I’ve like imagined his friends as buff, frat boy hockey players who like shove each other and bro around but religiously host a live stream party for all of Otabek’s competitions and hoot and holla every time he lands a jump or does something cool and are just generally really supportive friends who also occasionally have an accidental tendency to brake things and set other things on fire (because like the curiosity is strong within them) which then leads to perpetual mom!friend Otabek who constantly is begging them “no pls stop oh my god do not” in the group chat

Also I’m super happy it’s canon that Otabek visits Yuri in St. Petersburg like bless that friendship they deserve to have a best friend in the skating world so much

I hate the missapropriation of the concept of trolling.

Trolling: An American saying “the Beatles? I don’t know her” then watching as everyone who loves the Beatles gets mad. And its funny because: why are they mad that someone they don’t know doesn’t know the Beatles???And also it’s nearly impossible that you’re an American who has never even tangentially been exposed to them, so it’s easy to see it’s a joke because it’s–culturally–wild hyperbolic.

Not Trolling: “I’m going to directly antagonize a socioeconomically marginalized group! ” for the pure entertainment of seeing someone try to defend their own humanity and beg you to stop turning ‘hurting them’ into entertainment. Because you think other people’s trauma is amusing and you equate personal emotional disconnect directly to intellect/power/prestige as if such a thing is causation rather than correlation. Which ultimately creates a scenario in which the “troll” trolls for the objective purpose of fueling their own personal self worth with the ultimate goal of gaining ideological support from peers. (Aka: look how sad that person is, I am not sad, which makes me smart. If enough people see me being smart, that makes me cool. I like how being cool feels so I don’t care about what I sacrifice to achieve that)

Not the communal appreciation for comedic hyperbole of the Beatles joke.


One is a fun social joke that requires group participation. In which an aspect of the joke is that it probably takes someone a second look to see that you’re kidding. But even if it takes someone longer and they get really mad, when it’s revealed you knew who the Beatles were all along and you were just pretending to be obtuse in a hyperbolic way, they too can laugh at the joke.

The other is as close as you can get to group sociopathy. And also is less fun in general. And a bit sad for the person who receives their emotional support at the cost of demeaning others. But also it’s incredible damaging, as it normalizes negative sentiment towards whatever group is being attacked/disenfranchised/ belittled/hypersinplified/disregarded. And worse, most of these interactions (that older stronger people can brush off) can often be seen by children who have no defenses against certain concepts which is sad, and incredibly reckless.

Important OTP Questions (Send a ship to my ask box and some numbers!)

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

17) Who is more protective?

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

21) Who cuts the others hair?

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

26) Who kissed first?

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

i hope that in 2017, people will stop shipping abusive and incestuous relationships. 

Being a new vampire in town and Jasper falling in love with you would include...

  • your first encounter didn’t go too well since Emmett almost knocked you out, thinking you were one of the Volturi
  • Jasper being stunned into silence while looking at you
  • awkward flirting from him which you didn’t even realize at first
  • teasing and making fun of him after you do
  • Charlisle inviting you over to their house, so you all get to know each other (and because Jasper wouldn’t stop begging him)
  • Jasper insisting that you stay with them since you haven’t found a place to stay yet
  • Jasper showing you around the woods and the city
  • him finally asking you out on a date
  • kissing you to shut you up once you start teasing him again
  • slowly falling for him as well, since you were impressed by his persistency and had grown to really care for him

the dark room, a karaoke lounge open late all days of the week; scout and her group visit frequently (because they’re geeks), tonight the girls sang the yuri on ice theme song 4 times in a row until kai begged them to stop

@ ppl that have they iphone screens covered in red notification bubbles: why you do that? stop that, clear them please i beg you or dont ever hand me your phone ill fight you then and there

This was the year I grew comfortable with being the second choice. This is the year where the sun began to shine only for me to realize the absence of things. So maybe I was always giving more. Maybe no one ever met me halfway. This was the year where I began making excuses for the people I loved. This was the year where I confused the hurt for love and gave more second chances than I should have. This was the year where I put aside my worth and allowed myself to be forgotten about. This was the year in which I stopped begging for any of them to look my way and made myself easy to find in the moments in which they were alone. This was the year I cut myself open and forgot about my pride. This was the year where I learned too much of a good thing can be bad. I am one of those things and so is forgiveness.

Headcanon that Hunk and Lance are both huge fans of the movie Galaxy Quest, have watched it over a hundred times together, and they can pretty much quote the entire movie word-for-word between each other. And by god they will quote the entire movie if prompted.

Pidge has made that mistake exactly once, and now if anyone says anything that could even remotely set Lance and Hunk off, Pidge makes sure it gets shut down hard

Price of immortality

Dying never stops being painful. It never gets easier to see someone you love go down, choking on a bullet and their own blood, you never really stop making deals with whatever force did this to you, begging for them to come back. It gets more routine, maybe. The scent of morgue disinfectant, toe tags biting into you as you rest in a cold locker trying not to shift. The feel of a coffin, cheap and poorly made, dirt leaking in and air going thin. A couple of memorable occasions someone woke up while being cremated, fire licking their arms as they screamed, fearing that hell had finally laid its claim. So death never gets easier, not really, but you can plan around it, like bad weather or traffic, you can burn plans into your mind, circle all the funeral homes nearby in gold, sew trackers into shirts and body armor. Sometimes you linger on the border, short of breath and thrilled to pieces, the smell of gunpowder and ash around you as you slip into the dark. Sometimes you come back without ever realizing you died. Sometimes you die strapped to a chair, scarlet blood dripping from every limb, from your nose and where there isn’t blood there’s bone or violet-green bruises. You wake up in a river or the ocean and breathe in water, or you wake up and spit out topsoil as you struggle from a shallow grave. You push yourself to the limit to protect the others, pull pins on grenades as police run towards you, tear yourself apart again and again and again trying to protect the pack. It never gets easier, but it never gets worse either, you never scar but ink stays, piercings stay open and you wake up feeling like three expresso shots, jittery and loud and brilliant. It gets natural, the same way lying can be natural, the same way you can be trained to set bone or prescribe medication. It’s like singing something dark to a happy beat, bullet wounds you’ll die from covered over with cartoon band-aids, small talk as poison turns your world nauseous and blurry. It never gets easier and every time you think “this could be my last,” and every time you wake up and keep moving because staying put is the quickest way back to the darkness, boredom is the cleanest path to your own doom.

anonymous asked:

Can Emma let your followers know to please send Liam some love on Twitter rn? He's stuck in a group DM with girls being really ugly and bullying him and he's begging them to stop and they're just posting screenshots and laughing at him for being upset and it's so unfair :(

i haven’t seen anything about this, but the thing is that he could like……block them? or contact twitter and have them step in? or call the police and report harassment if he was still having issues? nobody should be harassing the boys, but i don’t understand why people believe celebrities couldn’t get out of a group DM in the year of our lord 2017…

anyways……if people want to send liam nice messages on twitter, please do. liam is pure and lovely and deserves good things.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any prompts relating to angels in the terrifying eldritch way or a mix of the terrifying concept of angels and the modern viewpoint?

1) They are always there in the corner of your eye. A flicker of light, the sense of someone watching, of something impossibly huge. Don’t look at them. You will burn.

2) They look just like you and me, until you catch their eyes in the light and they shine white. They see everything. Anyone bad is saved. At least, they call it saving. Everyone pretends they don’t hear the screaming.

3) Angels don’t cast shadows. If you see a very big, impossibly big shadow - run. They have fallen. They are falling one by one these days and the sky is growing dark.

4) My angel loves me. They keep saving me, even when I’ve long since begged them to stop. It has been a thousand years, everyone I once knew is dead, and my body is a perfection even when the memories of pain and old age and dying haunt my bones. It still happened.

5) By far the most common term for an angel these days is a ghost. God has abandoned them on earth. They are angry. They are watching.

anonymous asked:

Tuafw your parents touch you all the time (hugs, shoulder touches, rubbing your hair) and it literally makes your want to die but no matter how many times you beg them to stop, they say, "I'm your parent, that's what parents do. If you don't like it, tough." Like how fucking hard is it to respect others' personal space, you don't OWN me, you aren't ENTITLED to touch me -Kitty Kat


Imagine Dying In The Civil War

For My Angst Loving Followers

Blood seeps through your shirt and you cling to your shoulder. Someone shot you and you refuse to let yourself think about who it was.

With shaky legs you try and duck from the fight in an alley.

Trembling you let go off your shoulder and look at your bloody hand. You screw your eyes shut and pull the offending weapon from your flesh.

It’s an arrow.

He shot you.

“Clint no,” you whisper and shut your eyes as the memory of the arrow entering your back resurfaces. Slowly you recover your wound and apply pressure. The action sends a crippling pain through your body making you whimper. Every part of your heart screams that it had to be accidental but every ounce of your mind knew Clint never missed a target.

You weren’t even fighting, you were just there. You stood between Steve and Tony begging for them to stop before Steve knocked you aside and your old family launched into battle.

You got up from where you landed and you stopped every altercation you could. Pietro knocked you off your feet when you tried to stop him from running at Vision. Wanda showed you your worst fears when you stood between her and Falcon. Tony threw you into rubble when you cut between him and Bucky. Natasha punched you in the jaw when you interceded in her tussle with T'Challa. Clint shot you when you shoved Spiderman away from him.

A scrap of mercy from the pair allowed you to escape and collapse in this alley after the arrow entered your shoulder. You’re bruised and have at least two broken ribs.

You feel hollow as you let the hand stopping the bleeding fall to your side. If you bleed out so be it. You can’t imagine living in a world where you have no family and no home.

Cautiously you peer out of the alleyway and watch your family fight against each other.

There’s nothing more you can do.

Closing your eyes you force yourself to picture the last night the team had together.

It was just a casual movie night, you had forced everyone to get together in the tower like old times. Of course it had turned into a popcorn throwing fight and eventually a full on pillow fight.

It hurts to look back now, instead of pillows they’re fighting with weapons and fists.

Inhaling deeply you clench your hands and stand up.

One last final attempt.

You stalk from the alley and right into the center of the field and raise your hands. Summoning every last grain of stranger you have you force everyone to stop and you hold them still. The strain on your powers is immense and you won’t survive the fall out.

“(Y/N) what the hell are you doing?” Tony hisses.

“Stop this now!” Steve orders.

“You swore you’d never use your powers on us!” Natasha snaps.

“You swore you’d never turn your backs on me!” you screech. They promised they’d keep you safe, they’d promised to be your family, and most of all they’d promised they’d never hurt you. “You said you loved me! I trusted you to be my family!” You were just a runaway when the Avengers picked you up due to your uncontrollable powers.

“(Y/N),” Clint starts but you hush him with one flick of your wrist.

“You don’t get to talk,” you growl. “None of you get to say anything.”

They stare unable to do something and frozen in their spots.

“Clint you said you’d never betray me.” You snap your fingers and he goes from his aiming stance to a relaxed position.

“Pietro you promised you’d never try and catch me off guard.” A wave of you hand has him standing on two feet and still.

“Natasha you vowed no one would ever hurt me on your watch.” Natasha is forced from her fighting stance and into a relaxed one.

“Tony you said you would make me the strongest armor so I’d never bruise.” You drag him to the ground so he can stand beside his fellow traitors.

“Steve you said I’d never be alone.” You wretch Steve’s shield from his grasp summon it to yourself.

“Wanda you promised to chase all my fears away.” You scowl and yank you arm so her red magic is gone and her hands are pried from T'Challa’s head.

“Well I have news, I’m betrayed, I’m shocked, I’m hurt, I’m bruised, I’m alone, and I’m scared.” You feel vulnerable and weak. Your powers are sapping your strength away on top of your existing injuries.

Your ex family looks sorry but all you feel is anger and resentment.

“You should have left me on the streets. It would have been better than this.” Your breath hitches and tears well up. “The worst part of all this is that I actually believed your promises even after everything I went through will my bio family…I actually believed I was going to have a happy ending but it was all lies.”

“I’m so sorry.” A million other sorrys pile out after Tony’s but they fall on deaf ears.

“I’m sorry too.”

There’s an eternal moment of crushing silence before you sniffle and face them.

“Stop this please, promise you’ll stop.”

“We promise,” they say and your hands fall. Your powers let them go and you fall to your knees.