that would be such a waste

dancing-thru-clouds  asked:

Okay, Tegs, I'm gonna have to ask you to explain the 'getting asked to leave preschool' thing

Preschool was a weird time for me. I was one of those horribly precocious children- I’d taught myself to read before I was three- and so while my classmates were learning their ABCs, I was reading chapter books I’d brought from home. It was honestly a total waste of time, and I acted out a lot because I was bored as hell. It was really more like day care, but understaffed- for the entire three and four year old class, there was only one teacher. Her name was Sister Ida and she would play us songs on the guitar and sing. But this wasn’t enough to mollify me; I had been SO EXCITED about school because that’s where you get to learn. The kids in books all went to school- my mom says that the summer before I started pre-school, I’d get out of bed and wake her up in the middle of the night asking if it was time to go to school. But then school turned out to be an utter disappointment. A lot of preschool is really about socialization; learning to share, learning to get along with other kids, learning not to be pushy- but I would shut down around other kids because I just wanted to read books. I’d throw a fit when my books were taken away, so Sister Ida just let me read. What else could she do? My parents didn’t want to move me up a grade because I was bad enough at talking to children my own age and they really didn’t think I’d thrive with kids older than me. I wasn’t more mature emotionally than my age cohort- I was just academically quicker, and that was a recipe for disaster if they’d bumped me up. 

My parents could never get stuff done with me around, because I was always asking a million questions, so they turned to that old standby, the electronic babysitter. If I was out of books to read, I could turn on the TV; my mom just left the one in the living room tuned to the Discovery Channel.  This was old school Discovery Channel, not the reality show network it is today, which meant that I was watching animal documentaries all the time

One day, I saw a documentary about sea turtles. Specifically it was a program about the miracle of sea turtle birth- how they have so many eggs and how they don’t all make it to the sea. There was a segment on how the sea turtles find mates and how the males hang onto the females for up to twenty-four hours and how mating is violent but then she has all those eggs… I thought it was amazing. It seemed like some kind of magic trick- insert magic wand, presto change-o, baby sea turtles. I decided that I would take this in for show and tell- I would demonstrate (drumroll, please) mating

I had these little plastic turtles that I put in my schoolbag. Show and tell came around and when it was my turn, I stood up in front of the class and said “I’m going to show you how sea turtles mate!” 

Sister Ida was not fast enough to stop me. I started talking about how the sea turtles entered a mating bond and stacked the plastic turtles on top of each other and then talked about how the eggs came out of the female’s cloaca. It was upsetting to the other children because I was using big words they didn’t know and it was upsetting to the nun because I was teaching three year olds about sex. When I started talking about how the male enters the cloaca and stays there for as long as a day and how the female sea turtle tries to bite him because his claws hurt, well… they’re just lucky I didn’t have visual aids beyond those two plastic turtles because male sea turtle genitals are enormous and horrifying. 

This all led to a conference with my parents where the principal explained that 1.) I wasn’t learning anything; 2.) that my boredom was actually diminishing my burgeoning social skills; 3.) and that I was introducing material that wasn’t grade appropriate to kids who didn’t understand. Really, it was the best thing for me- the principal thought that I’d be better off at the public school where they actually had resources beyond a singing nun with a guitar. So when it was time for kindergarten, that’s where I went. 

Ok girls. Listen up….

I don’t know why you care how much your POT is worth, how much does he make, or what his occupation is. You need to be concentrating on HOW MUCH HE SPENDS ON YOU/HOW MUCH ALLOWANCE HES GIVING YOU.

I dated a billionaire and all he did was buy me food and waste my time. Don’t get stuck in this. Spenders will spend! They won’t “wait” to buy you stuff. Those guys are LIARS! Guys are either generous or not.

I also dated a guy that made $150k but gave me $5k a month. He doesn’t have a fancy job. He actually drives a Honda Civic!

I seriously am so annoyed with these guys in Ferraris and they get mad when you ask for gifts. “WHAT KIND OF GIRL DID YOU THINK YOU WOULD ATTRACT WITH THIS CAR YOU IDIOT!!!”

Then there’s guys like my bf… he has a lot of nice cars, $3M in watches and he loves to spoil his women. He’s a unicorn I get it but there’s more out there! Keep looking. I promise you he’s not the only one.

So stop wasting your time and only concentrate on guys that spend money on you!! Make them spend lots of money on you every time you go out so he’s invested in you. My nail lady told me my bf will never leave me because he’s already spend so much money on me he’s invested in me.

I once had this guy buy me 2 ugly ass dresses that I knew were marked too high. I had him buy it so he gets used to spending money on me. He knows if he wants to see me he better bring his wallet. We ate $500 meals every night and Uber Lux everywhere. He spend over $2000 a day on me, every date and treated all my friends too.

Wake up girls. If you have a guy that’s asking you for nudes and not giving you money you need to drop his ass. You’re just fucking an old dude… he ain’t no sugar daddy.

i was never the biggest chriseva fan like i would be okay with them together even tho i love my precious jonas and eva but now im annoyed because p chris’s was a waste?? since there is no chriseva development and the clip should have been given to elias or mahdi or even magnus. yousef in turkey or freaking jamila, SOMEONE ELSE.


I definetly am open to different movements when it comes to global politics. Other countries have different struggles and threats, obviously those who are victims of economic imperialism will have a way different approach, and I respect that.

As far as the US goes, we won’t go anywhere without a revolutionary party of organizing people and spreading the message. I believe in a central congress functioning as a national government and coordinating production with elected committees representing industries. Use of unions to mobilize control of the workplace also.

Antiglobalization under capitalism and environmentalism are also very important to me. I oppose what the first world has done to control the third world (military intervention, economic imperialism, etc) and don’t believe “FALC” would be a moral achievement without liberation of this oppression (besides it being, you know, pretty unrealistic currently).

So no, I’m not an ancom or ML, but I don’t waste my time arguing over superiority because ultimately we aren’t all in the same position and it’s foolish plush inefficient to think so.

So that’s a very BASIC (and somewhat vague, sorry) overview of my approach/opinions, which I thought would be worth sharing because lots of people only know me as a staunch anticapitalist and nothing else.

If you start discourse on the basis of this post I’ll kill you. And yes, this remains vague because some of y'all are a bit much when it comes to ideological purity Also if anyone unfollows me for that I’ll laugh.

All my crushes were soooo obviously fake looking back, I would literally decide who to have a crush on next
Like once when there was a new boy in my class and he hadn’t even arrived yet we were just told he’d be there in like the next week and like I consciously thought “okay I’ll fancy him” and then like I did for years??
And when I went to a girls school (5 years of barely seeing boys wasted) and there were no boys to like I eventually joined scouts and obviously didn’t like any of them but then one vaguely attractive guy showed up and I was like “YES! YOU!” and then I liked him
(My friend was really nervous to tell me she liked him too but I was *extremely* chill about it loool)

anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm not sure if the inbox is open right now, if it isn't, feel free to ignore this request!! Uh, I would like some angst for Bakugou, Todoroki and Shinsou, maybe of them cheating on their s/o? Sorry if you aren't up for this request though, thank you and have a nice day! you have a really nice blog ^^ :")

Angst is what breaks my insides

Bakugou Katsuki

  • He didn’t know he had done it until it was done.
  • He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling as the other put on their clothes and left.
  • He felt like scum, he felt like the waste of the entire galaxy.
  • “You fucked up. You’re a disgusting piece of shit.”

Todoroki Shoto

  • He couldn’t look at himself.
  • The next morning, he glanced at the unfamiliar body in his bed and felt his heart shrink.
  • He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror when he was washing his face and he felt his stomach churn.
  • “You’re a disgrace… You had everything…”

Shinsou Hitoshi

  • He never wanted to be the villain. He could only stare at the other person in his bed and think, “Please let this be a dream, please, please, please.”
  • Once he realized it wasn’t, he got up and showered. He wanted to scrub the disgust off of him.
  • After his shower, he immediately called his s/o over to tell them what happened.
  • He begged for forgiveness, promising it wouldn’t happen again. But, would you forgive him?

klarolinekolvina  asked:

Your awesome my prompt is blood, love, original Caroline and Klaus NSFW

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Niklaus?” Caroline asked horrified as she watched her husband walk into their room… Completely covered in blood.

She gasped as she watched the rich red stains he was leaving on their carpet, her mind already thinking of all the ways she could make him pay for it, because he was so not allowed to destroy their room when she had just finished renovating.

Klaus just smirked at her, “The witches were so delicious, I thought I would offer you a taste. I know how much you despise when I let a meal go to waste.”

She sighed, figuring that she could have someone dealing with it later. He was right, after all… She did hate letting good blood go to waste.

“Bathroom. I will not have you getting our room even dirtier.”

He grinned, “As you wish, my love.”

They both sped to the bathroom and she wasted no time tearing his shirt apart, taking in his bare torso, blood dripping down his chest from his neck. Caroline licked her lips in anticipation, his eyes darkened at the sight.

Even after all a millennium together, just being this close, just the expectations of what was to come… It was enough to have them burning for each other.

Caroline grabbed one of his hands, bringing it to her lips and wrapping them around one finger. She kept eye contact as she sucked it clean, moaning when he growled. The metallic taste combined to the one of his skin was addictive, so she moved on to the next one and the one after that until his hand was clean and her inner thighs soaking.

Klaus wordlessly offered her his other hand, his whole body filled with tension, as if he had to control every inch of himself so that he wouldn’t cut their game short and just fuck her. She refused it, though, eyes focusing on the single drop of blood that had made it to his stomach, leaving a bloody trail until his nipple.

She kissed his lips, tasting the blood that was staining them, staining his jaw… Then she lowered herself in front of him, her hands resting on his hips as her tongue licked the path of blood on his torso, making her way up until she captured his nipple with her teeth playfully. He groaned at her and she smirked, licking more blood away, her monster happily sighing, knowing that its needs were being taken care of.

She spent a good while on his neck, not only cleaning up the blood, but also teasing him with bites and kisses. Each moan of her name, a victory in her ears.

Then he squeezed her hips as a warning before she found herself being bent over, her hands grabbing the sink for support as he lifted up the skirt of her dress and pushed down his pants.

“Klaus, please,” she pleaded when he brushed his cock against her folds. A small revenge for all the teasing she’d inflicted.

But this time he was merciful and buried himself inside of her, fucking her hard and fast – and if now they’d have to renovate their bathroom as well as the carpet on their bedroom, well… in his opinion it was more than worth it.

I just watched the PP3 trailer and apart from all my “Aiiieee, the feels, my babies, I need a hanky” emotions, how brilliant would it have been if the Kommissar and DSM were an organizer/guest performer/whatever at that huge show, and when that group is making snide remarks the Kommissar barges in with “You dare insult my Tiny Maus and a capella??”

And so the Bellas and DSM join forces for an epic a capella showdown, we learn a lot more about DSM and Pieter and the Kommissar and the oddest friendships develop between the two groups, like Lilly and the beatboxer, Amy and Pieter, the potential

And we get a scene where the Kommissar tell Beca how much she regrets letting her pride get in the way at the Worlds, and she’s not letting her Tiny Maus slip away a second time, oh no, here’s her telephone number and hotel room 

Plus we’d get brilliant Aubrey vs Kommissar scenes, I mean those two would have the best put-downs for each other

Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly excited for PP3 as is and I hope we get explicit Bechloe scenes instead of cowardy subtext and queerbaiting, I just miss the Kommissar and DSM *blows nose*

anonymous asked:

I can just imagine Clay being totally wasted &Tony's taking care of him &like when he attempts to get Clay ready for bed, undressing him, etc. Clay just stops him &Tony's all confused until Clay says to him: "I can't. I have a boyfriend." &even though his partner doesn't recognise him, Tony's heart just explodes because even when he's sh*tfaced Clay would never cheat on him &it just makes his love for the younger boy grow if that's even possible?

Hahahaha yes! And sweet baby Clay just thought that Tony wanted to drive him home because Clay was talking about some science thing and thought Tony was super interested. So when Tony tries to pull his sweater off he gets all offended, and is like ‘what are you doing? I’m trying to talk to you!’

And Tony is trying so hard not to laugh, but he’s failing, so Clay starts to scold him. So there they are, Tony trying to hush him before he wakes his parents, Clay yelling at Tony for being rude and arrogant.

When Tony finally calms him down he pushes him on the bed, Clay is all like, ‘listen here, mister, I have a boyfriend!’ And Tony goes, 'yeah, I know, it’s me,’ and Clay is suddenly all like 'wow,’ and he’s super impressed and proud of himself for having such a good looking boyfriend.

anonymous asked:

How does it feel to know your running a Hillary blog when at your age she was actually doing something with her life you claim to be so inspired by her but instead waste your time instead of making a difference like she would

How would you know what I am or am not doing with my life? You have literally no idea what I do with my time other than running this blog? I already know I’m not as accomplished as she is but at my age Hillary was in college and okay maybe I’m not there yet but who are you to say I won’t be one day? 

anonymous asked:

When it comes to the topic of Fenris and the Fog Warriors is an interesting, and sad subject to talk about. I think even if Fenris try to refused to kill the Fog Warriors, Danarius would most likely use his blood magic to force him to kill them. The Fog Warriors taught him lesson of what it truly to be free and being themselves. its shown later on as he took their advice and will not let the blood on his hands goes to waste. Fenris will live with this regret, but will go on free as they did.

as much as it hurts, the fog warriors was a very important learning experience for fenris. he had no real concept of autonomy beforehand, no desire to be anything more than a slave - didn’t think he could be. all desire for freedom or a better life were brainwashed out of him. and then all at once it was forced upon him, having to make his own choices after being left in seheron. 

but without being left there and coming under the wing of the fog warrior’s, fenris would probably have never come to kirkwall and never not been a slave. he needed that taste of freedom to know he desired it. 

i do find myself wondering what would have happened if fenris had refused to kill the fog warriors. an au where he doesnt and together they slay danarius and he stays with them, would be really interesting (someone should write it, id read it) but i could definitely see danarius using blood magic to sway him. the fact that he was injured had a lot to do with why fenris got away afterwards im sure

he needed the experience of the fog warriors, they were a huge step in his road to becoming his own person. we see the remorse he feels for what he’s done even though he realises that there wasnt a lot he could have done being so brainwashed by his master. he never wanted it to end that way but in a way it had to, for things to end up the way they are now in kirkwall. 

anonymous asked:

I have a question. How do you think erik would react if one day he did trust someone enough to take off his mask and wig and show them his face and they said that he was handsome and the stars and he was breath taking (in a good way)??? -bunny

*Inhales deeply* He would cry. And I don’t mean a few tears, I mean he is crying a river and sobbing so hard his screams are silent kind of cry. He is an absolute mess. He grieves for the little child who yearned for love and wanted to be told that he was beautiful no matter what his outside looks like, he cries for the wasted years wallowing in self-loathing and self-hatred thinking his loneliness would never get any better but then, here you are and you love him and you’re crying too because his emotions are just too great. 

At one point he thinks you’re mocking him and he gets angry and then goes to his organ for a few hours and slams something out, but then he comes back to you hesitant, like a deer in headlights and he wants to know if you meant what you said but he also doesn’t want to know because he knows you’ll take it all back and call him a monster. But you don’t and you’re still here and your hands are in his hair and you’re kissing his forehead and he’s crying all over again, grabbing both of your hands and his and kissing them slowly, reverently, his eyes glistening with so many unshed tears and he can’t breathe, it’s too much.

He has a panic attack because he’s feeling so much all at once so you take him to the sofa and you sit down and you read to him and he calms to a slow tears kind of cry and eventually, his breathing settles and so does hs already-weak heart and he falls asleep in your arms. When he wakes he remembers he’s not wearing a mask and he panics but it’s okay because you’re there and you’re reassuring him and he smiles and remembers.

It takes him a while to get used to it, but before the year is out he doesn’t ever wear his mask when he’s around you, in the safety of your shared home. It’s the first day of the rest of your lives together and he’s partially convinced that he died years ago and is in heaven and never realised it. Unbeknown to him, you feel much the same way.

Phantom Tags: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @liemarce @sky-the-llama

Things I wanna do:

Edit a contestshipping video
Draw Pokémon & Ghibli crossover art
Try my hand at fanfiction
Keep up on practicing Japanese
Try making a short animation

What I may end up doing:

Making a comic about all the stuff I wanna do, which in itself (ironically) takes time away from stuff I wanna do

What I’m doing now:

Making a post about maybe making a comic about how I have a bunch of ideas I don’t follow through on, and this post is wasting even more time than the comic that would waste time.


Reid did run into a bit of a problem with entering Sandra’s house: he had all the necessary equipment in his car, just waiting for the opportune moment to be used. Yet, as soon as he rushed here, he became aware of the fact that a group of local teens was chilling out in the street and they would absolutely notice a man in gloves using lock picks to enter a house.

He didn’t think they would call the police, they looked like the kind of teens who had a few run-ins with the cops themselves. Yet, since secrecy was key, Reid decided not to risk going in until they were gone, which wasted nearly an hour for him.

Before putting on gloves and going to work on the door, he gave a good look to the entire facade of the house - no security cameras anywhere. He hoped it was the same on the inside.

The door budged quite easily. Reid rather expected a mobster’s house to be a little more fortified, but then again, he shouldn’t complain if his job was made easier for him.

Another look around the insides of house failed to reveal any indoor surveillance. Good. This meant, he could do what he had to.

anonymous asked:

Please may you do a 'What would sex with Axel Dieter Jr include?' Thank you!

- Like everything else that he does, Axel is ruthlessly efficient and no motion is wasted
- Control is probably his biggest kink. Control of you, your body, your pleasure and to a lesser degree, control over himself
- He has a rather odd interest in exhibitionism, as Axel is an otherwise very private person
- You can’t count the number of times that he placed a firm hand over your mouth to keep others from hearing
- The challenge of not getting caught, coupled with the thrill of the knowing that it could happen at any time makes his blood rush
- Speaking of challenges, its not unusual for him to set challenges for himself
- How many times have you caught Axel counting in German after each of your orgasms?
- If called a giver, he will just scoff and proclaim that he’s just making sure his woman is taken care of
- Displays of affection are incredibly rare and are cherished when they do happen

i am so intrigued by the concept of virginity. 

for the first 19 years of my life i was told that penetration was the end-all-be-all of sexual experience. i was taught that it was a big deal, a huge deal, and one that should not be taken lightly.

however, every time i told a guy that i was a virgin, it would immediately shut them down. they didn’t want to touch that with a ten foot pole. they wanted experience. they wanted someone who knew what they were doing. it became a topic of shame for me – a secret that i hid under a false sense of confidence. 

at the time this made sense to me. however, after i had sex for the first time, i realized that i, as a person, did not feel any different. i felt like the same exact way i did an hour before, and a year before, and all the other times i wasted feeling embarrassed about my virginity.

then, after i was no longer a virgin, i noticed something different. i remember having a conversation with a few friends of mine about our ‘numbers’ – aka, how many people we have had sex with. at the time my number was only two, and they had both been serious relationships.

my guy friend, mark, high-fived me. ‘i always knew you were a good girl,’ he said. ‘that’s the kind of girl you marry.’

i remember feeling a sense of pride in that moment. i had officially found that sweet spot – i had the experience but i didn’t have the numbers. i could talk freely about sex but i had only had sex with men that i loved. i didn’t have the dirty stories, the bad sex, the embarrassing moments. that’s what guys wanted. they wanted a non-virgin virgin. a non-virgin that presents as a virgin.

now, i am older and not as easily influenced. my ‘number’ has gone up significantly. i also don’t give a shit about the concept of a number anymore, but have no problem telling people what it is (it’s 9). i reflect back on my relationship with virginity and sex and realize how ridiculous it all is. how society bases your worth and your relationships on whether or not you have ever experienced sexual intercourse. and once you have, how many people is deemed too much or too little.

if i could give any advice it would be this – virginity is a social construct. it really, truly is. having sex does not change you as a person. not having sex doesn’t change you as a person. you will not be changed, or dirty, or pure regardless of what you do. do not listen to anyone else, the magazines you read or all the mark’s of the world that might high-five you for ‘good behavior’. 

just do whatever makes you happy. whatever makes you feel good. the rest will follow.

anonymous asked:

Seriously i wouldn't even dislike this YOI so much if it wasn't for the massive glorification of such a mediocre show. I just find it so bland and i feel like it falls flat on so many fronts that i probably would've forgotten it existed if it wasn't for the obsessed fanbase. Any potential it could've had was absolutely wasted and i'm left with a awful feeling of disappointment at everything to do with it.