stupid dumb idiots!!!

as someone with developmental disabilities who has been called the r-slur many times over the course of my life, imho, okay, and this is an opinion,

there is no way that dumb/stupid/idiot are ‘slurs’ i mean they can be ableist in context but they are not something you need to censor or ask others not to use (unless it is against someone WITH disabilities)… that’s just. pushing it 

modern au lams
  • john: in a text i received from you two weeks ago i noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase, it changed the meaning...
  • Did you intend this?
  • alex: uh wtf john?
  • john: it says: my dearest, john. with a comma after "dearest", you've writt-
  • alex: for fucks sake jack, we're married of course i meant it in a gay way!

I totally understand the whole feminism and equal rights thing and it’s totally awesome that women are finding this confidence within themselves and each other but there’s a serious issue when you’re tearing down one gender to boost your own. Some feminist are fucking insane and just come off sounding like feminazis. I get it you don’t need a man in your life and I totally agree with you, but that doesn’t mean that you should just start saying that “ALL MEN ARE PIGS! ALL MEN SHOULD DIE! ALL MEN ARE USELESS!” because that just means that you’re making no progress for your cause. Once you start spewing hateful and ignorant shit like that it makes me question what you stand for. Everyone should be treated equally, no ifs ands or buts about it, but don’t think just because you think you’re fighting for a good cause that you can just start saying bad shit. It makes you look bad, and it makes the cause look bad. I understand that women need feminism, but do it in a logical and peaceful way.

One of my Sims in Sim City 4 made a lawn chair float away with balloons and he’s been flying away for LITERALLY 5 SIM YEARS AND WON’T LEAVE MY SCREEN YET

🎶🎶 rocket mannnnn, burnin’ out his fuse up here alone 🎶🎶

And it’s killing me

Prompt: Your smile was a bit too wide, a bit too cheerful. Considering everything that had happened recently, Dan had every right to be concerned.

Pairing: Dan Howell x Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort.

Originally posted by shinyphan

He was concerned. And rightfully so. Normally people who went through what you just went through, weren’t so… so happy. So cheerful. So okay. 

Dan didn’t understand why you were. Why there was such a bright smile on your face as you chatted with Phil or him, there was no reason for it to be there. At first he’d like to think it was because of how supportive him and Phil had been, that that sweet and beautiful smile of yours was worth it and was much explained. But now… he wasn’t too sure.

Your smile was just a bit too wide. A bit too cheerful. 

So, Dan had decided he was tired of watching you try to cover up your sadness, or at least that’s what he thought you were doing. He didn’t want you faking your happiness for him or Phil. He wanted your smile to be genuine, no matter how long it took.

There was just something so beautiful about your smile, it took his breath away. 

So one evening, after dinner, Phil had said he would clean the dishes and you quickly excused yourself to your room. Did he mentioned that you lived with them? Anyways, he was a bit pensive about how quick you had scurried off. Almost as if just being in another’s presence was too difficult.

Nonetheless he had thanked Phil, and followed after you. As soon as he came to your door, he noticed it was shut and that there was rumbling in your room. He pressed his ear up against the door, feeling guilty but also determined, and his eyes widened when he heard the soft whimpers of your tears. He opened the door, concerned and upset, but noticed you hadn’t heard him and instead were sat on your bed. Back facing him with your head in your hands.

And Dan didn’t do anything. At least not right away. Instead he felt frozen in spot, just staring at your back in worry and sadness. He hated seeing you sad. It crushed him more than it probably crushed you.

The deepness of your sobs wretched at his heart, and the way you tried to make yourself quieter by biting in your arm sleeve made him feel sick to the stomach. Dan was so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn’t noticed you snap up and turn around, eyes red and puffy from crying, until you asked him; “how long have you been standing there?” 

And he replied with a simple; “longer than you’d like.” Before he finally unfroze and walked over to you. His steps were tense and forced but only because he was scared he’d only make you more upset.

He sat quietly beside you, back straight as you sniffled, rubbing your arm against your nose. You laughed sarcastically, “pathetic aren’t I?” 

Dan immediately turned to you, “no.” He said, before his eyes turned soft and he lamely placed his hand in between the two of you. He wasn’t use to this. Comforting people. He only really had to comfort Phil, and he was close enough with him to understand how he worked. He was close with you… but he’d always liked you differently. More. More because you were beautiful and Dan thought you deserved the world, and he sucked at giving you that.

“Is this about him?” He made sure not to mention any names.

You nodded, your hands falling your lamp before sighing. “I thought-” Your voice cracked, “I thought that maybe I could smile my way through and pretend… pretend it doesn’t hurt. But… oh God, Dan does it hurt.” You let out another sob.

Dan scooted closer, looking at your with pity. You hated that look. “I mean… what did i do? He said he loved me and then… Am I that worthless?”

“No!” Dan shouted, shocking the both of you. You stared at him, shocked and confused by his outburst. He seemed embarrassed by his outburst. And almost as if he wanted to change what he said before he sighed, and placed his hand in yours. You blushed from the contact, not use to being this close with anyone other than… him. “Y/N, you are not worthless. Or dumb. Or stupid. You’re none of that and rather the opposite, he’s the dumb, stupid, worthless idiot.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little at his words.

Dan smiled, happy he was able to make you laugh. You stared at him, thinking something. He stared back at you oddly, before you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was quick and short and it wasn’t long before you were facing him again, both with blushes on your cheeks. It seemed odd to place a kiss there, but you didn’t care. You needed to.

Dan seemed gaze as he smiled dreamily and stared at your eye; “I love you, and it’s killing me.”

Bound to Happen (Part 4), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,444

Author’s Note: Alright, I know this is no ‘try to assassinate Charlie, also happens to shoot Josh’ kind of drama, but this is the closest I could get with this setting. This covers the Rosslyn shooting events and a bit of what follows (the flashback Josh has of his father dying). Hope you enjoy and that it’s not too angsty.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Death and a broken wrist.

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Usually a call from an unknown number in the middle of the afternoon on your day off would elicit a curse and a hard press to the decline button.

As your phone buzzed in your hand you couldn’t help but feel like you needed to answer it. Sighing as your thumb pressed quickly against your screen, you answered with your typical professional greeting.

“We are contacting you because you were listed as an emergency contact for a Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

The phone nearly fell from your hands. As they blabbered on about the location and his condition your mind could only tell you one thing.

Get to Lin.

You snatched your purse from the rack by your door, forcing on the first matching pair of shoes your frantic hands could find. You were out the door and hailing a cab before you were even off the phone.

You never felt more cheesy 90′s drama-esque, sprinting down a long hallway of the emergency room trying to find anything that resembled a receptionist’s desk.

Three nurses were perched around a few computers, typing away as they gossiped about doctors and patients like they were straight from Grey’s Anatomy. Panting for breath, you caught the eye of the first one.

“Can we help you?” He asked, voice strong and level.

“I got a call.” You nearly weeped, trying to steady your breath. “Lin-Manuel Miranda.” You managed, using the desk to steady your legs.

He smiled, let out the smallest laugh and you nearly reached over to slap him for mocking your worry.

“I’m sorry, they didn’t tell you over the phone?” The other nurses hushed as he spoke, wanting to know everything to know about the hysterical girl who stormed into their emergency room. “Broken wrist, nothing to worry about. The painkillers prescribed requires someone else to check him out and he specifically requested you.”

You collapsed against the desk, head lightly banging against the smooth surface. Your unshed tears immediately dried and were replaced with a sense of relief.

“I’ll show you to his room.” He grabbed a chart and moved around the desk, giving you a very nice look at him.

“Y/N!” Lin cheered happily as you approached, you glared as you stormed past the nurse, giving Lin a few good slaps to his shoulder, “Hey!”

You are stupid and dumb and an idiot and I can’t believe you!

The nurse stood back, stifling a laugh which was silenced when you turned your heavy gaze on him.

“It’s nothing, It’s a broken wrist!”

“You had me scared half to death, sprinting through the city streets!”

“I was gonna call my mom but I didn’t worry her-”

“So you call me to worry me?” You found home in the visitor’s chair perched next to his bed. “How did this happen?”

His shrug was enough of an answer, you wouldn’t be getting that story for awhile, and you weren’t about to force it from him.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” You pushed yourself from the chair and into his arms, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, “Usnavi is gonna look so stupid with a cast.” You mumbled, a smile cracking across your face when you felt the rumbling of his laugh against you.

You only needed to sign a few papers and listen to the doctor drone on about the treatment plan. The nurse walked you through some things, standing just a bit too close for your liking.

You flipped to the final page, hand moving to flourish your signature.

“I noticed under your relationship to the patient, it was listed as ‘co-worker’.” He started, just as Lin made it out of the room with the doctor in tow. “So there’s nothing romantic-”

“Dude, does it look like I’m remotely in the mood to be hit on right now?” Your hand pressed the pen down harder as you practically carved your signature into the desk. “Can we go?” You asked Lin, who smirked and nodded.

You thanked the doctor and refused to meet the eye of the nurse, hustling down the hallway with Lin meeting you stride for stride. You could feel his gaze on you, and you glanced over to see him beaming in your direction.


“Nothing, I just like it when you reject losers who are clearly not worth your time.”

“Don’t think for one second that you are out of the clear, Lin-Manuel Miranda.” He winced at the harsh delivery of his full name, “We’re gonna have to sit down with Tommy and Andy and the producers and lawyers and everyone in Puerto Rico just to come to the conclusion that you’re dumb.”

He nodded, deciding he more than likely deserved the verbal beat down you were giving him, though he would feel better about it if his wrist wasn’t itching so badly.

“But you were pretty worried about me.” He pointed out as you approached the exit, “That definitely means you’re in love with me.” He grinned as you made it back to the street, ready to stuff him in a cab and return to your much deserved day off.

You hummed a response to fill the silence, waving your arm to catch the attention of the first driver you could.

“Really, Y/N.” His free hand moved to brush your arm. “Thanks for coming, I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I just-” You started, the panic settling back into your stomach, “I really thought something horrible had happened to you and maybe if I worked today you’d be fine-” His arms were around you again, pulling you close.

He shushed your whimpers, his lips hovering by your ear, whispering quiet reminders.

I’m here. Nothing’s gonna happen. Everything’s okay.

Suddenly his shirt was soaked with tears you didn’t want spilling.

It’s not your fault.

Opening weekend of In the Heights was one of the most frantic of Lin’s life. Interviews and parties and spotlights all shined on him and the cast that surrounded him.

The only reason he was able to stay at all grounded was you.

With a strict schedule and a million deadlines, you were his lifeline. He depended on you to remind him to breath in and out and everything else.

The only true time you spent apart was when he was on stage (I’m sure I can figure something out? Just hide under the bodega counter and read my lines to me!) and when he went home to sleep.

Even then, it was constant texts and emails with reminders and not-so-gentle suggestions for him to eat.

After their third official performance he led the cast offstage and readied himself to walk the familiar path back to his dressing room where you would surely be waiting for him.

He was surprised to see you waiting just off stage, not typing furiously on your Blackberry or taking frantic notes that he couldn’t really read.

He realized you were crying.

“What’s going on?” This was met with a choked sob.

“It’s your grandfather, Lin.”

He never needed you more than in that moment and the days that followed. It would be another few performances before he passed, and he was never able to get through ‘Alabanza’ without choking down his sobs for a month after.

You found a picture of them together when Lin lived in Puerto Rico for a summer and taped it up on his dressing room mirror.

Everyone offered their condolences to him, not certain of what else they could offer.

You certainly didn’t know what he needed - and he never asked for anything. All you could do was make sure you were waiting for him off stage, absent of anything business related, just to be there for him.

Lin never spoke of his grandfather’s death to you, he would only tell stories about him that were a bit hazy from the years.

It was the first time you had seen Lin face death up close. After, you watched Lin continue to be non-stop, death but a motivator to continue living.

He insisted you spend the day together - as if you hadn’t spent the previous day and will spend the next day attached at the hip. You obliged as he pulled away, the brush of his cast reminding you to cherish every second you had with him.

“Come on. With all the shit I put you through, the least I can do is buy you lunch.” With a laugh, your tears were wiped away and forgotten as he hailed a cab for the both of you. His loud whistle had a taxi pulled up in a second. “Where do you want to go?”

“Wherever you do.”

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Supergirl 2x19.

Alex gets kidnapped.

Angry Determined Kara says “I either come back with my sister or I don’t come back at all.”

I die.

Sometimes stupidity can be so intense that it causes witnesses to melt into a puddle.

A lady came to this machine wanting to use her chip. I usually try to catch the customers and let them know that our chip reader is for credit and they’ll have to use another machine because this one is broken. She slipped by me somehow, so I started to explain the situation.

The words and actions that came from this lady… It made me think her brain was a tube of toothpaste being squeezed for all its contents…

“Oh I must have misread this. I thought it said NO chip.” inserts card

“…are you SURE this thing doesn’t work?” inserts card

“I don’t wanna do debit because [insert conspiracy theory here]” inserts card

“Maybe it’s not working because this sign is in the way.” REMOVES SIGN AND INSERTS CARD

I… I can’t. I just can’t. Like, how did this woman make it out of the house?!

Please fire me. I was told by my boss that the instructional paper I had to write was too instructive and informative and therefore couldn’t be used. I had to rewrite it leaving out all the pertinent information.