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The Cast of The Outsiders Now as Members of Your Dysfunctional Family Thanksgiving

C Thomas Howell (Ponyboy)

-Creepy Uncle™ vibes.

-He’s not actually your uncle he’s like your dad’s second cousin’s nephew in law or some shit you really can’t remember.

-But he drinks milk straight from the carton and it makes you really uncomfortable.

-Don’t look him in the eyes.

-Smells like weed.

-You get forced to sit next to him on the couch after dinner and then he turns out to be a pretty cool guy.

-Has this weird scar on his elbow with a whole elaborate story behind it.

-Brought the 20-something year old he’s dating which is kind of weird but they’re making it work and they seem happy so okay.

-Takes all of the little kids out for ice cream when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other so they don’t have to be around that.

Leif Garret (Bob)

-Creepy Uncle™ vibes^2

-You do actually want to avoid him.

-Like he’s not even related to you. At all.

-Nobody knows what he’s doing in your house.

-“Wait, I thought he came with you!" "No, he came with you!”

-Drinks all he beer and just makes everybody really uncomfortable.

-He’s only there for 20 minutes.

-The next thing you know he and the turkey are both gone.

-You never see any of them either again.

Diane Lane (Cherry)

-That one really awesome aunt everybody loves.

-Gives throughtful Christmas presents.

-Has like 10 kids.

-Still looks gorgeous after all of them.

-Is the one who put this whole thing together God bless her heart.

-Ends up curled up on the kitchen linoleum crying and chugging a bottle of red wine after everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other somebody give this poor woman a hug.

Rob Lowe (Sodapop)

-Your mom’s older brother.

-The Fun Uncle.

-Tells all the kids too many stories about his crazy college days.

-“…and that’s why you shouldn’t do drugs, kids.”

-Gets the fuck out of there the second everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other. Smart dude.

Michelle Merink (Marcia)

-Your mom’s younger sister.

-The one gay family member.

-Everyone is going out of their way to avoid acknowledging the fact that she’s gay.

-Like literally she brings her wife of 10 years and everybody’s still like, “Aunt Michelle and her…friend.”

-Brought a cassorole.

-Is done with this shit.

-Leaves with her wife as soon as everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other. They go to her wife’s family’s Thankgiving dinner and it is a much much better experience.

Patrick Swayze (Darry)

-The awesome grandpa who’s been dead for years.

-Everyone’s remembering him fondly and telling heartwarming stories about him while also desperately trying to avoid actually bringing up the fact that he’s dead.

Matt Dillon (Dallas)

-Your second cousin’s new husband thay she brought with her.

-It’s the first time anybody’s meeting him because they got married after like three months of knowing each other.

-Nobody approves.

-He’s super uncomfortable and trying his best to be polite like he compliments your evil great great aunt and offers to do the dishes and everything.

-Yeah by the end of the night all of the younger girl cousins have crushes on him and all of the alcoholic unhappily married women are Jealous™

-Is super confused and kind of disturbed when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other but he knows better than to ask any questions.

Emilio Estevez (Two-Bit)

-Another person who you can’t actually remember how your related to.

-You only ever see him at Thanksgiving otherwise he might as well not even exist.

-Just chilling.

-Staying out of the drama.

-Eating his pie.

-Takes his pie into the bathroom to finish it when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other.

Ralph Macchio (Johnny)

-That one fully grown cousin who they make eat at the kids’ table when they run out of room.

-Joins Emilio Estevez in the bathroom when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other. They sit in the bathtub together and eat pie and have a heartfelt chat it’s actually kind of nice.

Tom Cruise (Steve)

-Your dad’s dickhead little brother who didn’t bother to show up.

-Grandma set a placemat out for him out of spite.

-It’s just…sitting there.

-He’s probably out having a good time somewhere far away when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other.

-Honestly who can really blame him you’d ditch Thanksgiving every year too if you could.

Glenn Withrow (Tim)

-Cool Uncle

-Married to your dad’s sister.

-Is in a band.

-Also smells like weed.

-Pretty Chill dude until everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other. Then he manages to make three people cry and put a brand-new whole in grandma’s wall.

S.E. Hinton (Nurse)

-Great great aunt.

-Is still alive…somehow.

-Yells everything because she can’t hear.


-Hits people with her cane.

-Is probably the reason everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other.

not only does capitalism cause people to starve even though we have more than enough food in the world, but because of capitalism a lot of people who are satiated in terms of food quantity are still nutrient-starved.

food companies don’t want you to be healthy, they want to sell their food. so they add all sorts of chemicals, first to make it look and taste better, and then to make you crave more, and then to prevent you from feeling satiated, so that all you want to do is continue buying and eating that food.

so much of obesity and unhealthiness is because in general, people are uneducated about what they should eat and what they’re actually eating, and because the food industry does everything it can to obscure that information so people keep buying their products.

and THEN once people have gained weight and have dull hair and skin and nails, the cosmetic and fitness industries swoop in. they make you feel ugly and worthless and terrible, and then they offer you magical products and supplements and programs to make yourself better looking. 

these industries only exist to make money. they cause us to be overweight and sick, then shame us for it so that we’ll buy other products to counteract it, all while taking in money by the billions.

we’re living inside the prison of these industries, our brains and bodies being warped by all of these toxins and chemicals and psychological warfare, and people still try to argue that this is an economic system about freedom.

The Facts

Request: “Could you please do a supernatural Castiel x reader. Where castiel is acting strangely and after a awkward conversation with the angel, Sam works out he is in love with reader. Dean and Sam encourage Cas to tell her. She is shocked but overjoyed. Thanks love your writing”

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1682

Warnings: None

Originally posted by teamfreewill-imagine

The sun rays flickered through the line of trees, the Impala’s roaring engine becoming more comforting as you became accustomed to it. The wind blew your hair in every direction, twisting it into tendrils that flew in the air, flicking your face with tiny stings that made you giggle. Castiel watched you smile to yourself, your hand hanging out of the window, your fingers stretching through the fast airstream that passed over the car going about 100 miles per hour.

Cas started going over the little facts he knew, trying to distract him from the blissful scene that took place right beside him. Again, the car was going about 100 miles per hour. 103 to be exact. It was 3:52pm, and your moving bodies were travelling along the Mayfair highway in Arkansas, at this second to be at a latitude of 35.2010 degrees North, and a longitude of 91.8318 degrees West. In about 4 minutes and 23 seconds it would start to rain, but would only spit down for 54 seconds before the small cloud evaporated and the sun reined the skies once more.

He recalled these facts with ease, his angel capabilities aiding him with a limitless supply of useless knowledge. But there was one fact he couldn’t push from his mind, no matter how many others he tried to pull over the top of it.

It was the fact that he was in love with you.

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My favourite part of the Mob psycho 100 manga is when Mob gets pissed at that group of psychics who are robbing a convenience store, spouting off about rebuilding society and about how being psychic makes them better then everyone. He just goes off on them about how useless they are when you take psychic powers out of the equation.
I just really love how MP100 treats having powers like any other personality traits or skills like
“Oh you want to overthrow society and get rid of non psychics? Can you even make a soda can? Someone made that soda you’re stealing it didn’t just come into existence! If you can’t even make a can of soda how can you possibly claim to be better then anyone?”
It also reminds me of how there are jobs that are looked down on in general by society but everything would fall apart without it being done

Let’s live for real

Reader x Kim Namjoon
Genre: Neighbor!AU
Contains: Smutt, fluff, comedy?, angst?
Warnings: Mentally abuse, depression, anxiety, low self esteem but also 18+ stuff, if you know what I mean ;)
Words: 5K+
Note: I wasn’t supposed to upload my writings here, only write for myself beacuse it’s a way for me to relax. Some things that are mentioned, I have and are going through myself (not the 18+ parts lol). It’s deep and serious but also fun and kinky. It has little bit of everything. I’m happy with the result and I enjoyed writing this so much and I even thinking of countinue writing stuff and post here. But the mainpoint is to make myself relax while writing, so we’ll see haha. And I’m sorry for any mistakes regardning the spelling and grammar, English isn’t my first language hihi :) To not make any misunderstandings, I will NOT take requests. At least not now.

You were always the quiet one. You listens, thinks and observes. To be able to figure out your mood, where your energy is and how to take the next step in life, you need alone time. You feels deep and thinks even deeper. But just beaouse your the quiet one, it dosen’t mean you’re weak. You’re strong. You sheds tears for a moment and then picks up your sword and fights again.

You have always been misunderstood at school. Either you’re bored, depressed, shy, stuck up or judgmental. People fill your silence with their own interpretation. They write their own story, not always the one that’s true to who you are.

You have just broken up with your boyfriend. Throughout the past two years, you’ve been hurt mentally by him. You have often apologized for being angry about it but he have never apologized to you for hurting you. He have never hit you but he destroyed you. He abused you but honstely, he may never realized it was abuse, beacuse it never was physical. When you broke up with him you felt all kind of emotions. You were sad, heartbroken but also very proud of yourself. You realized what your relationship were going and when you found out he was cheating, you knew that this was it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You ended it in a mature way, it was hard and you were angry at him but you had to do it. When he asked you what he could do to make things right between you two, you said-

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It Was Still Worth a Shot

I know there were a lot of great Garnet moments in last night’s episode, but I want to take a minute to appreciate this one. Remember, Garnet thought it was too dangerous to let Lapis out of her mirror. She didn’t want to take the risk of having Steven stay with them when the Homeworld Gems arrived. She wanted to leave Peridot in her bubble forever.

When you can see the future, it’s easy to want to avoid bad outcomes. Don’t take the risk. Just keep things the way they are. Maybe things aren’t great, but they could be worse. They could be so much worse. Better not to even try.

And that’s where Garnet was at the beginning of Season One. It used to be Rose making those decisions–Garnet could look at bad outcomes without being responsible for them (and Rose let everything stagnate all on her own, anyway). But once Garnet had to take over as leader, she didn’t ever want to risk Homeworld coming and separating Ruby and Sapphire.

Which, to be fair, was basically the first thing Homeworld did once they got here. It’s a reasonable fear, and it’s hard to blame Garnet for wanting to exist. But a lot of gems suffered for it.

But now Garnet is willing to give a Homeworld gem a chance, just like that. She knows the risk, but she knows that it’s worth taking risks, sometimes. Ruby and Sapphire didn’t play it safe 5,750 years ago, after all.

We’ve seen Garnet slowly make progress on this, but it’s been in the background more often than not. Even in this episode, it wasn’t the focus.

When it is, maybe she can take a chance and reconcile with Amethyst. Sugilite has been benched for too long.




No offense but I cannot stand the Malec/Shadowhunter fandom. There’s way too much drama and disrespect (not saying all y'all are like this). I’ve never been a part of a fandom so rude and harsh towards the cast, crew and each other and it makes me sick. I mean, there are some times where I’m like a proud mother seeing y'all stand up and call someone out -maturely- when they are legitimately wrong or being offensive, but other times (more often than not) I can’t stand to even go on Twitter or check the Tumblr tags. Some people can be so damn cruel, I’ve never seen a group of people fight so brutally over clashing opinions and ships! 😟 And don’t even get me started on how absolutely disgusting people get when they change something from the books, like for real they said it before the show started that it was gonna be different. And quite frankly, I’ve read the books and I like how they’re changing the show to add a twist and make things less predictable. Not gonna lie, season one was tough to watch because they kept trying to refer back to the book, season two is better because they stopped (for the most part, thank God). I also don’t understand how y'all are so shocked I mean hundreds of TV shows are “based on novel ________” or whatever and literally hardly follow it and no one gives a damn but for some reason this is different? Shadowhunters is the same as The Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead, The 100, Riverdale, etc, etc, etc —> it’s all LOOSELY based like damn y'all gotta chill. I mean Riverdale is less like the Archie Comics than Shadowhunters is to the novel and that fandom hardly gives a shit. I certainly don’t. I don’t think the Shadowhunters fandom can even be considered one, what with all the hatred and the arguing and the ungratefulness and the attitude. If y'all are really “fans”, try acting like it. Stop bashing the actors/actresses of the show and the crew and the writers (some constructive criticism and well-worded, KIND requests for - as a popular issue - “more Malec”, is fantastic, but not this shit I see going down on the daily). And as a recent issue…. People pissed about Sebastian being burnt lasagna and not some super hot guy? ArE yOu KiDdiNg mE? ThiS iS wHaT yA’LL gET aNgRy AbOuT? FOR REAL? NOT the biggest problem, my friends. Who the fuck cares? And Im PREEETTTYYY sure Will is STILL on the show so untwist your panties fellas like shit. Ebbrudjahrhjffnxndhfnx…… OH!! Also, the overall maturity a lot of y'all possess (or don’t) is astounding, I mean, it’s almost non-existent. Your first response to something you don’t like is to fucking seek out the people “responsible” for not making the show perfect to fit how YOU want it, and attack them and make them feel like shit? Here’s some shocking news, not everything goes how you want it to. Life isn’t fair, blah blah blah etc. Acceptance is a thing y'all. OR better yet, if y'all can’t find the will to do that, get your bitch ass outta here. This “fandom” needs a real cleaning up. I’m talking bleach, soap, Mr. Clean, whatever the fuck it takes to get y'all to be nice, decent human beings and accept each other’s opinions and for God’s sake respect the people who put in the effort to make the damn show happen.



And I’m out✌️

Hello everyone! Here’s the first set of prompts from the wearywnet! I’ve decided to stick to the theme ‘surreal’ for this week, for a feeling of impending danger and moments strayed from reality. There are seven prompts of varying styles, left as open ended as possible: 

  • “I find you constantly eyeing that portrait. Is there something about it you see that I don’t?”
  • A scene or story taking place in a liminal space such as an abandoned warehouse, roof levels of buildings, quite parks in the city etc.
  • Midnight isn’t the peak of ethereal events anymore. It’s better to be careful at 3 AM.
  • A world where everything is the same, except, your favourite constellation has disappeared from the sky and you need to find it.
  • “If we lose the sense of sight, smell, touch, taste, sound – how do we know we still exist? That everything else still does? What does the loss make us?
  • There is no end to the ocean, if you swim deep enough, it leads to another universe
  • A compass that doesn’t point north all the time, magnets and confusion.

Anyone is welcome to use these prompts, and if there are any requests for prompt sets next week, let me know. You can tag your writing with ‘wearywnet’ so we can see. 

Enjoy writing!

This community though...

To all the Simmers who have left recently due to anonymous bullying, I am sorry you had to face that. My personal opinions on you aside there is no reason people should be that cruel. None. If someone thought you wronged them they should have come to you privately like an adult and worked it out. 

This community has a lot of younger members yet I have met some recently who despite being a decade younger than myself show maturity and common courtesy that far outstrips so much of what goes on here. 

Just in case you forgot how to adult, here are some tips:

-Don’t be a bully. I don’t care what someone did, which one of your friends they offended, etc. There is no reason EVER to tell someone to kill themselves, call them names, and bully them anonymously. None. 

-If someone wrongs you go to them privately. Don’t air it publicly, don’t get you friends involved, and don’t immediately attack them. Be civil and speak to them as a fellow human being. You’ll find that 99% of the time it’s a simple misunderstanding and the other 1% can usually be resolved with compromise anyway.

-If someone wrongs a friend of yours STAY THE HECK OUT OF IT. Seriously. It’s none of your business. You can support your friend, talk to them and give them strength and a shoulder but don’t contact the other person. Are we five? No. Let your friend deal with it. If they handle it with maturity it should work out. 

-If you don’t like how someone plays their game or don’t like the game they play get over it. Guys…there are 4 main games in this series some of us are fans of all and others are fans of just one and everything in between. Playstyles are amazingly varied in this community and that ROCKS. What goes on in someone else’s computer really has nothing to do with you. Just enjoy the fact that this gigantic community exists for a hobby we all share. 

-Don’t assume. It makes an ass out of…okay that saying has been overused but seriously it’s true. If you assume something about someone you will likely be wrong. Even if you’re right it’s better to hear from them and get their perspective than it is to just take your own preconceived notions and run with them. 

-If all else fails, use the block button, ignore, turn off anon, and go your separate ways. If you truly cannot work it out in any way, shape, or form there’s a handy block button on Tumblr and most other social media networks. Use it. If you’re being anonymously bullied and it won’t stop turn off anon. They clearly aren’t brave enough to bully you without the mask of anonymity. If it’s annoying but not overwhelming just ignore it. There’s no reason to respond to something that isn’t seriously bothering you. If the actions are incredibly severe or someone is threatening you REPORT THEM. Even if it’s anonymous you can report it and if it’s a serious enough offense they will get in trouble. 

-If you decide to send anon hate, stop. Seriously, is it really worth it to take the time out of your day and hurt someone? Really? No. It’s not. It’s a kind of immaturity and cruelty that you should have grown out of by primary school.

In short? Don’t. Be. A. Freaggin’. Dick.  

I hate to see people leave this community but it happens every single day. If more people would just stop and think before they type a lot of these losses could be prevented.  

Remember, there are buttholes in every community but there are also those who feel differently. If ever you need a listening ear or a supportive shoulder my inbox is 100% open. 

EDITED TO ADD: Also, if you have in the past indulged in one of these behaviours, don’t beat yourself up over it. Learn from it, don’t do it again. Everyone makes mistakes and does stupid things, that doesn’t make you a bad person. Grow and learn from as much of your life as you can. 

Funny How It Goes

Written by: @thestuckinbed

Prompt 26: A drabble where Peeta is from the Seam and Katniss is a Merchant but he’s still the one with the crush??? Sorry if it’s too specific ahah i just never read something quite like that ” (sent to me many moons ago via anon). [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Rated: T (for mention of underage sex and prostitution)

Author’s Note: I got a late start and this got out of hand, so it’s going to be the first part of a new wip(!). This is unbeta’d and there are verb tenses that I’m not sure how they got there. I don’t own the Hunger Games. Thanks for reading :)

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as a trans man coming onto the dawn of my 20’s i become more and more frustrated with a childhood i should have had but did not get to have -

things that were completely commonplace and normal for every child weren’t there for me. i felt isolated from other girls, othered and unable to connect with them on many subjects, while boys saw me as something strange, something foreign, an exciting oddity, i was never quite one of them and never invited to any guy parties except as a prop or someone to sit on the sidelines and not really take part in anything, i was someone for them to dump their problems with women on with the expectation i would give them advice or help THEM because i was ‘really a woman’ and had 'special insight’.

i was dealing with drug addiction at the age of 15, i was dealing with hospitalizations and depression and i was never allowed to just BE and when i tried, really tried, i was never allowed to just enjoy things without people having something to say about it, to make it political, to make my existence something for them to benefit from and not me, to inject their 'opinions’ i never asked for, about my body, about my mind, about my life, about my choices, about my sins.

it was expected of me to speak up constantly about gender and nothing else in class discussions and not to have any interests that defined me as a person BUT gender, i was supposed to be everyone’s teacher as a CHILD, but i was never encouraged to live life like a normal kid or to be accepted like one or to be able to not have to do anything for anyone else.

and on top of that, being gay, i never fit in anywhere. i am so afraid and always have been that i can never live my life as a man the way i want to and i can never just exist. to this day my life is something people are always seeking education from at my expense and my freetime - i try to exist as a gay man, every person on grindr expects me to teach them everything when all i want to do is make friends and go on dates, it never ends, no matter where i go, i am isolated and expected to only socialize with people 'just like me’.

teach your damn selves, i never had a childhood and you’re not taking my damn adulthood too. it’s not my job to dedicate my life to helping you all understand why i exist. it’s not my job to make you feel better, to feel like you achieved something by having the energy to LISTEN to me like you should’ve already been doing when i was a kid lost and alone and miserable.

because you are all the reason i was never able to have a normal life, why i was always ashamed and horrified at myself, why i wanted to die, why i isolated myself, why it took my years and years to find resources describing why i felt this way, and i’m not your personal FUCKING google. i’m done doing that for people and i’m done playing nice and gentle and patient educator with all of you. i am a person and you aren’t taking that away from me anymore! thanks!

Cullen isn’t just a pretty face or a trope to use at your expense. UNDERSTAND THAT.

He’s been broken, so very broken by everything he’s experienced, but a piece of him that wishes to glue the rest back together exists within and encourages him to be a better person. Even post-Inquisition, he’s still a work in progress.

He’s loyal. He’ll never take your trust for granted, even if you break his heart and/or his trust and leave him in doubt. He has faith in you to make the best decisions, even if it puts him in jeopardy - because he’s made mistakes, and he understands that his way isn’t always the best. It takes a lot of effort for him to trust others, but when they have it, he’s not one to let it dissolve easily. He’ll follow you without question.

He’s selfless. He looks out for what’s best for others before anything, putting his life and sanity at risk just to show he can do so much more than asked of him. If it comes down to it, he’ll go mad just to prove that he wants to give all he can to help in whatever way possible.

He’s brave. It takes a lot of courage to handle an addiction and deal with the repercussions of it, all while leading an army to the best of your abilities. Even then, he goes nights without sleep - ensuring his duty comes before himself. He battles demons on a regular basis, but doesn’t let that affect him or his work. In some cases, he faces these internal battles all on his own - but it makes him stronger, in the end.

He’s stubborn. The man was stuck in his ways for years, and that renders him a brick wall in some cases. That being said, he’s still open to listen, to take into consideration other means of getting a job done. He’s not daft. He understands the world far better than most give him credit for. He’s a tactical planner and advisor, and he didn’t get his position on a whim.

He’s loving, and has so much love to offer. For years he believed himself incapable of being cared for, but when you tell him you love him, it’s like heaven itself in his eyes. He won’t take your love for granted, he’ll do anything in his power to show you just how much he cares, whether it be holding your hand or kissing you senseless. Even if you break his heart, he’ll still be supportive of you without question, because deep down he’ll always love you, even if you didn’t reciprocate it.

Cullen isn’t just a pretty face or a trope, he’s so much more than that. Please, if you love him as a character, REALLY consider such for a moment.

Lost Memories. (TylerxReader)

Warning: if you are a sensitive person I would not recommend reading this. Also, *Starts to whisper* this is one of my *cough* bts *cough* writings that I just wrote last night *normal voice* I just changed the names. I also put in some of the my other writings if you recognize some of it that’s why. But I did 100% write this. I was just lazy and wanted to post something. Okay bye~

He was gone. He was really gone. No note, just a camera sitting on the bed next to him.

Start Of Video

The camera moved around as I tried setting it up on a rock. Tyler, was up in a tree branch drinking a bottle of water. The summer sun was going down and the heat was gone.

“Why do you record everything, I will never understand.” Tyler gets down from the tree and stands by me.

“Sometimes you forget the small memories and sometimes you want to get as close as possible to a certain memory. This is why I record, so I won’t forget.” I explain to him and point the camera toward Tyler.

“Ah, so you don’t want to forget me?” He chuckled and winked. “Kidding, but what is there to record? We’re just at a park.”

“There’s always more to everything.”

“Oh Y/n, always so deep.” He pats my head and takes the camera.

“Hello future Y/n, how’s life? All good I hope. In 8 years i’ll be 24 and you’ll be 23. I hope we still talk. Oh, how am I? Do I still look as sexy as ever?” He chuckles and paused for a moment to think. “Are we married? I hope so.”

He looks at me and smiles, as I blush and hide my face in my…well Tyler’s sweater that I was wearing. I playfully hit him and take the camera back.

“Yah, don’t say that. We’re not even a couple”

He takes the camera again and points it towards us. He wraps his hands around my waist as my back faces him. (Like a back hug ya know?)

“Correction, we’re not a couple yet.” He smiles.

“Huh, what do you mean?” I was confused and turned around to look at him.

“I’ve….I’ve liked you. I always have. But I was to scared to say anything. Y/F/n, will you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?”

“Hmm, I mean….” I pretend to hesitate and get out of his grip.

“Um, i-its okay I’m sor-” His eyes widen and his smile disappears.

“Yah, idiot. I was kidding. Yes, I will be your girlfriend.” I hug him and he hugs back. Letting out a breath of relief.

“Oh, thank god. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you right.”

End of Video. The confession.

“Yah, don’t record me.” Tyler looked away and laughed, showing off his smile.

“You’re so beautiful, I need to treasure this moment.” I chuckle and point the camera back at him.

We were sitting on a rock, watching the sunset fade away. Our feet dangling, due to the lack of height. The gray and orange sunset looked like a painting. Mixing colors of purple and gray.

“You act as if I’m leaving, Y/n. Why? I will always be by your side, love. No matter what.” He paused and hugged me. “I-I love you. I’m in love with you.”

I gasped and hugged him tighter, dropping the camera. The camera fell into the perfect position. Pointing at Tyler and I hugging and the sunset behind us. Our silhouettes, outlined in black.

“I love you too, Tyler.”

The Video Ends. The first ‘I love you.’

“Get the camera angle right, Brendon. You keep shaking.“ Josh said.

“Ugh, I’m trying but you keep telling me what to do when I already know.” Brendon rolls his eyes.

“Can we just start this?” Tyler asked grabbing the mic and getting into position.

“Yea, sure come on.”

*Starts to play the song ‘Tear in my heart’* .

“Happy One year, Y/n. I love you and can’t live without you.” Tyler smiles and blows a kiss to the camera.

“They are literall goals. I want this in life.” Brendon pretends to cry.

“Okay, and we’re done now. Wait, how do you turn this off?” Tyler asks confused. The camera got really close up to his face as he tries to turn it off. “Oh, I got it-”

End of Video

First anniversary

“Hey Y/n, welcome to Tyler vlog. Haha.” The laugh was fake. It was obvious that he was hurting. His skin pale and his face was a little sunken in. “So, we broke up. I-I don’t know if I could take this much longer.”

Tears were streaming down his face and his once beautiful brown eyes were now dull and red.

“I’m sorry, I should have never doubt your love. I should have trusted you. If I was there you wouldn’t have turned to Josh. I should have never accused you of cheating. I’m an idiot, I know. But Y/n, this hurts so much. I feel like I’m going to die because of how much my heart hurts. This is my fault I know. But, I can’t lose you. I just can’t. I can’t live without the touch of you. Just being in your presence is more than I deserve.”

End of Video.

“Yea, you should have been there. I was playing basket ball with Josh and tried passing him the ball but he wasn’t paying attention and nailed him straight in the face.” Tyler laughed.

I chuckled and looked around. The beach was beautiful at night. The moon reflecting on the water. Tyler saw the camera and immediately looked away covering his face.

“Tyler, look at the camera and stop hiding your face. You’re cute~.”

“No~, I look bad.”

“Are you kidding me. You’re Tyler Joseph.” I laugh and start rapping but fail.

“Oh my, baby. You can’t rap.” Tyler laughs and looks at me as I pout.

“Hey, that’s mean.”

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you. But, can we go play in the water?”

He points to the water and looks back at me and grabs my hand.

“Ugh, Fine.” I laugh.

End of Video. Making memories.

“Hey, Y/n. You haven’t used this camera in a long time. So, I decided to take it. Make ya know Tyler vlogs.” He chuckles. He looked tired as if he hasn’t sleep in a while. But, nonetheless he still looked good.

“So, we’re fighting, once again.”

~Flash back to the night of the fight~

“You could have done something about it! Instead you just sat there flirting? Wow.. how low can you get in a Matter of 10 minutes?” I yelled. Tears threatening to spill. I refuse to cry. I blink it back I was brave.

“Wow, I was flirting? What were you doing, just getting ‘Friendly’ with that other guy Y/N? I don’t think so!” He yelled trying to overpower my voice from being heard.

“Listen to me Tyler I was not flirting, I was trying to get him off me for your Information. I have nothing to prove to you because I did nothing wrong. What’s your excuse? Did undressing each other with your eyes not work?” I just wanted to run right now.

“You have to understand my point of view Tyler.” You yelled. “It sure as hell looked like something.”

“Your over reacting Y/n.” Tyler yelled overpowering your voice.

That’s it, you were done yelling. You were tired of yelling day after day with Tyler. You slid down the wall. Hands covering your face, tears leaking out, giving up hope.

“Please. I can’t do this anymore. it’s all too much.” Your voice barley Audible but still loud enough to hear.

“W-what are you talking about?” He stuttered.

“It’s time to give up. On us. Hell, I’ve given up on everything.”

“You can’t be saying this. Y-you can’t b-be. Y/n I love you. F-forever and Always. Remember that?” His eyes turning into something you weren’t familiar with. His head tilted, eyes watering as if he was trying not to cry. Pain, misery and hopelessness was read all by his face.

“Tyler, some things aren’t ment to last for ever…..listen I’m going away….a-and you can’t do anything about it but I …..I will be back maybe in days or years but I will be back…..I promise.”

You said as you walked to your room that you and Tyler had shared and packed your bags. You planned on going to Josh. He probably already saw this coming. You told Josh everything. Down to the smallest detail. No matter how personal.

“Please, please I’m begging you please.” Tyler’s eyes had darkened. They were no longer soft brown but dull and red.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as you walked out the door with bags in your hand. It was Foggy outside. The air was misty yet cool. Grey clouds flood the dull night sky.

Stars sprinkled around the galaxy. The roads were glistening from the rain that had happened early in the day. It was oddly relaxing. Winter was your favorite season. For most it had been Summer but you always liked the cold for some reason.

Trees were green yet loosing color but still kept it’s beauty. You planned on walking all the way to Josh’s The roads were long but nothing you couldn’t handle.

~End of flash back~

“I guess, I’m….I’m going to say things that I could never tell you in person. I guess someday you’ll stumble upon this and know the truth. It’s funny isn’t it. How life can be so cruel. It gives the most beautiful and precious things and then takes it away.” A tear fell down his cheeks. “I-I love you. But, I feel like..I’m not good enough for you. Fuck, I feel like I’m not good enough for myself.

You deserve better.“

End Of Video. True Feelings.

“Why am I here today? Why do I breath the air I breath? Why am I alive? Simple, because of her. The love of my life. My Princess with a broken crown. My beloved and only. My everything. I’m here because of her. It’s funny how a simple existence can make such a great change in the world.Well, at least to my world.

You didn’t have to do much to make me fall in love so quickly. Hell, all you had to do was breath. Literally, all you had to do was breath because I couldn’t live in a world without her. Oh, how cliché, I know. Looking at you, I only saw perfection. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Y/n, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I feel like I’m not myself but a prisoner to my own body. I think it’s time to say goodbye. I-I love you so much. But, I need to go. Please forgive me. But, you need to forget me and live your life. I- I can’t. I love you. Thank you for everything.”

Tyler’s Point of Veiw

I end the video with tears streaming down my face. I can’t be selfish. I need to let her go. I have to, for her own good.

I lay down with pills in my hand and swallow as much as possible. Freeing my self from this world as I am consumed by the darkness.

End of Video.

Your Point of Veiw

This is my fault. This is all my fault and I know it. No one could tell me any different. I cry and fall to the ground hugging my knees. It’s been a couple days and I couldn’t take it anymore. I miss him, I need him. I’m trying to get through but I’m not seeing hope.

Also there is every chance that Roger Harlan is from another reality and either got stuck here or chose to stay here. I’m betting on that he got stuck, because he seems to be having an existential crisis (sitting in cupboards, going for long walks as if taking everything in like it’s all new). Just think about it, Earl is constantly forgetting his name even though he’s getting better at it, almost like Roger both does and doesn’t exist here. Maybe Roger isn’t even always in our timeline, just most of the time. Earl himself is a source of weird timeline happenings, it’s even possible the Earl we eventually came to know is a different Earl than who should have been there. It all makes sense and yet does not, ah, Night Vale.

Maybe before y’all blame the wwe for shit, y’all could take a gander at your own social media content lmao like…..y’all ever realize how hard y’all make it for people to just fuckin exist in this fandom and have different faves from yours??? And I’m not talking about “lmao my faves are better than yours” jokes lmao bc I make them too and they’re just jokes, it’s whatever. But when y’all are out here literally writing essay-length posts about why your fave deserves everything and talking down to people who disagree….it doesn’t make people wanna side with you at all lmao. On the contrary, they’ll just solidify themselves in their own opinions and start to dislike your fave. That’s what happens. And then you’ll blame it on booking, on creative. But it’s your fault, too. 

Pray for Plagues

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Requested by an anon: Can you do a imagine where draco takes care of the sick Reader? :) Love youre writing!

A/N- Thank you! I hope this makes you feel better! :)

Black dots fade in and out of existence like exploding fireworks in the expanses of enigmatic darkness. Closing your sore eyes in attempts to dispell the dizzying and oddly stertorous affects, you feel a cool hand press against your forehead. 

“Draco….” you moan in agony. “Everything hurts.” you mumble quietly.

“I know, love. I know.” he says softly before brushing the bristly strands of hair plastered to your forehead. You peer up at him through your own personal pandemonium caused by the loathed sickeness you had caught. The sinking sunlight flitting in through the rows of windows illuminates his platinum hair. 

You find yourself marvelling at the deep furrow of his eyebrows as he frets over you. “Shall I go and get Madam Pomfrey again?? I’m sure she could give you something else to~”

“Draco.” you croak. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine. It’s getting late, you should go to the Common Room.” you manage to say with the frustrating sound that your blocked nose creates.

He stops mid-way through his lost panic and turns towards you. “No chance.” he says adamantly. “I’m not going to leave you here on your own. Merlin knows what could happen!” 

You stare at him for a moment while ignoring the metaphorical “warmness” in your heart. “You want to cuddle don’t you?” you ask dryly.

A deep blush rushes into his cheeks like wildfire. His mouth opens and shuts a few times; seemingly at a loss for words. “I-I, no, I never-” he splutters. Obviously the blow to his pride left him with a speech impediment.

A grin equal to that of the Cheshire Cat’s spreads across your pasty features. “Don’t blame me when you get ill.” you say 

“But then you’ll have to look after me.” he says in a state of gleeful smugness.

You just grumble a little before strenuously moving over to allow his warm body to enter the bed. As soon as he’s lain, you wrap your arms around him like the branches of the Whompng Willow and pull him towards you. He chuckles softly at your actions. “I guess I’m not the only one who wants to cuddle.” he grins. 

“Always more confident in bed…” you grumble though smirk slightly.

“And you know it.” Draco whispers in your ear as he entangles his long legs with yours. 

You mumble something icoherent before getting comfortable in his strong arms and find yourself becoming increasingly more tired. Draco seems to be experiencing the same effect. Most likely due to the fact that you both end up falling asleep together every night and the similarity of the situation is just taking effect. 

Out of nowhere, Draco shimmies down a little and nuzzles himself into your neck. His blissfully warm arms encase you in a strong hold which brings you closer to him. You smile and trail one of your hands up from his back and through his silky hair. Draco hums in appreciation at that.

“Why is it that whenever i’m ill in some way it always ends up with me comforting you?” you laugh and immediately regret it once your throat feels like its been charred.

He just looks up at you in fake pompousness: eyebrows raised, chin perked up, the whole “exsqueeze me” expression and all that chavy palaver. 

“One: Malfoy’s do not need “comforting”” he starts sanctimoniously, “And two.” there’s a slight pause, “Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.” he grins evily before snuggling into your shoulder again. 

You restrain yourself from laughing for fear of an excruciating death and roll your eyes playfully. You gladly press yourself closer to him. No matter what the helpless buffoon does, you’ll always love him for it.

  • sasuke: what i'm after... is revolution
  • naruto: well have you planned out what to do after revolution
  • sasuke: what
  • sakura: yeah, after all, it'd be reckless to believe that just knocking down the existing structures would fix everything
  • sasuke: what
  • kakashi: that's right. the economic/political structures through the various villages right now are pretty hard-wired, and to change them for the better, certainly, the first step is doing away with the old, but if you don't have any steps afterwards, you're likely looking at the same old kind of powers rising up and taking control.
  • sasuke: what
  • naruto: so if we're going to go ahead with this revolution we also need to make sure that, beyond just killing the five kages, we tear down other capitalist structures underneath their reign and replace them with a system that uses resources and abilities - of which we seem to have almost no limit to, considering our own sizable skill with jutsus that allows us to move mountains themselves, our generate massive amounts of electrical power, for just a few examples - and put them to work making sure everyone is fed, sheltered, and has what they need.
  • sasuke: what
  • sakura: which isn't to say we can just stop there. there are other oppressive structures at work, not limited to just capital and how it is used and who it is put in the hands of, but multiple axes of power in general, as brought on by how history has been structured and the narratives given to us by both those in power and society as a whole, and working to remove those should also be part of our goal.
  • sasuke: what
  • kakashi: correct. now, if you'll look at this scroll here, i've started writing some theories on how, after revolution, we can use our jutsus, both as individuals and as a collective, to keep food production intact and distribute it to absolutely everyone
  • sasuke: i just
  • sasuke: i was just thinking i'd kill the five kages
  • naruto: well that seems very short sighted of you
Boyfriend MJ

Originally posted by astrobinn

  • Tbh he’d be a really childish boyfriend
  • Also playful
  • He’d be the type to beg and pout all the time bc he wants cuddles & kisses
  • You would bake/cook for him and he’d eat everything all at once
  • “Wow, Y/N, you’re such an amazing cook~”
  • A sweet bean
  • Loves cuddles and hugs
  • Squishy
  • You like to squish his cheeks
  • He’s so chubby
  • Loves taking you out to cheap fast food dates
  • You would be feeding him burgers and fries and sharing a milkshake
  • Imagine his mouth being all stuffed with food omg
  • The perfect gentleman
  • A bit too clingy
  • Likes pillow fights
  • Also likes holding you in his arms
  • Watching Iron Man/superhero/action movies together whilst cuddling on the couch
  • Sings for you all the time
  • Would be really flustered when you say ‘I Love You’
  • Nose pecks
  • He would buy you a cute fluffy white puppy for Christmas
  • You two would play with the puppy and cuddle with it in bed
  • Taking the puppy out for walks in the park together
  • 4D couple
  • Would tell you lame, corny jokes to make you feel better when you are sad
  • Matching couple bracelets
  • Would allow you to wear his favorite mint colored hoodie
  • It’d be slightly bigger on you
  • He would scream and cuddle you to death in his hoodie
  • Always happy
  • There’s never a time when he isn’t smiling
  • His smile makes you feel better in 00000000.1 seconds
  • Very supportive
  • Caring and respectful towards you
  • He loves seeing you do the things that you love, it makes him so happy
  • But then against, he’s happy 25/8
  • Would take you out to karaoke for a date
  • You guys would sing ballads together and it would be a perfect duet
  • Always gives you wet sloppy kisses all over your face
  • Tickle fights
  • Cuddling it out afterwards
  • Buys candy for you and you two would share it all together
  • When you guys would Skype, he would send you all these hearts on camera
  • He would adore your voice
  • And face
  • And everything about you
  • Also adores your existence
Writers Must Commit

No, no. I’m not talking about having to commit to finishing your work or reaching your goal. I mean, I’m not saying not to commit to those things, but right now I’m talking about content.

You have to commit to weirdness, to death, to heartbreak, to the worst possible outcome.

I have read many books and stories in which something fantastical, surreal, emotional, or horrible happens. Characters die or leave the story. The beloved castle that you developed an emotional connection to has been destroyed. The ship gets a new captain. Your character has had to leave everything behind for a new world.

And then the protagonist wakes up from their dream. The characters Weren’t Really Dead. Everything was a simulation. The castle is magically rebuilt. The castle wasn’t destroyed in the first place; they used magic to make it look destroyed. The characters take the safest route. Every single problem works out in the end and no one suffers or sacrifices anything. All characters change for the better, and only in slight ways unless they exist as a moral mouthpiece for the author.

This is crap. Your story is crap. 

When weird shit goes down, when people die, when the worst thing that could happen happens, YOU MUST COMMIT!

It’s infuriating for characters and narrators to reflect on all the horrible things that could happen depending on how they behave in the next 30 seconds, only to have the safest possible option occur. 

Every time a character wakes up from a dream or a simulation or is told they’re a patient in a psych ward, I can smell the fear of the author. You’re too afraid to let bad things happen. You’re too afraid to take on the task of figuring out how to get your characters out of that mess (sometimes they don’t need to get out; they only need to adapt!).

The surreal and the fantastical does not have to stay in The Other World. The idea of a veil between this world and that world is only one perspective. Don’t be afraid to merge two or more worlds completely. They can coexist. Not everything needs to be explained. What is surreal or weird to the reader can be banal to the character.

Don’t comfort yourself or the reader 100% of the time. Commit to conflict, to loss, to sacrifice, to hardship, to perseverance, to change. Commit to not sending me messages about how you feel I’m attacking you and your story personally. Commit to throwing your magic plot solver wand in the trash.

Jasper Hall Imagine

could you do a scenario where Jasper is really hungry and wants to bite his mate (human reader) but she wakes up and fluff stuff happens? thanks a lot xoxo

“The sun’s showing to much today. And with it being the summer there’ll be lots of people in the woods. We can’t go out until, at least, late afternoon tomorrow,” Carlisle told the Cullen family. Jasper would have sighed right then if he were human. He was hungry and didn’t know how much longer he could take. “Let’s get back home.” The whole family had driven to a campsite south east of Forks to a campsite that, they’d hope, would be darker and dreary making the perfect hunting ground.

By the time they got home it was night. “You look eager Jazz,” Emmett teased. “Ready to have some alone time with Y/N again?” Jasper stared him down and got out of the car. He knew you were asleep as soon as he got in the driveway because he couldn’t feel your emotions; just a peaceful feeling coming from the room you two shared. He walked up the stairs, slowly opened the door, and stood in the doorway watching you sleep. He sat on the bed next to you and made himself comfortable. As if sensing his presence your sleeping body moved closer and laid your head on his lap.

As you moved onto him your scent became almost overwhelming. He could feel the body pumping through your veins. He cursed himself thinking of how he should have had anything that could have tied him over. He felt stupid to have put himself in this position with you. He was transfixed on the pumping of your blood. He looked up and tried to focus on the wall across from him. Although he sat unmoving and looking at the wall he was still thinking of the blood pulsing through your veins.

“Jazz?” Your groggy voice made his neck snap to your tired face.

“What are you doing up,” he petted your hair and asked.

“What’s wrong?” You sat up and looked at him; he felt like you were looking in his soul.

“Nothing.” You gave him a criticizing look. “I swear, sometimes it’s like you have the ability to read my emotions.”

“Maybe it’s just because I’m your mate; or because I know you that well. Your hunt didn’t go well?”

“Didn’t get the chance…”

“You didn’t eat.” By the look in your eyes he knew you understood why he was acting the way he was. “Hey, look at me.” You sat up on your knees and put a hand on his shoulder just as he was about to jump up and away from the bed. “Take a deep breathe.”

“That’ll make it worse.”

“Just try it. For me.” He reluctantly did it and felt taken aback by your scent. “Close your eyes and do it again.” He closed his eyes and mid way through his breath something else took him back; your lips against his. Everything that was running through his head ceased to exist and it was just you two. No blood, no hunger, no urge. “Feel better?”

“I do actually,” he was surprised.

“Why don’t we watch that movie we got last Monday to keep your preoccupied and, if that fails, we can try a bubble bath.”

“I think that sounds like a good idea,” he smiled at you and gave you a kiss before he ran down to get the movie. However, after stopping to make popcorn, he came back to find you back asleep just as before. He laughed at you, set down the popcorn, and went back to where he had been before- next to you but, this time, he was focusing on your peaceful breathing.