the life of the dead

anonymous asked:

Do you think Brooks Brown is jealous of the attention his friends get, in a weird, maybe even subconscious way? It just seems like he tries to emasculate them or something, talking about how girls shouldn't think Dylan was 'smooth' (as if anyone does, lol, that's not a word to describe shy Dyl :)) bc he was embarrassingly awkward, and how he seems to go out of his way to remind people they 'died virgins'.

I think that is more of his way of getting back at the two out of anger and resentment of how they’ve fucked his life (and friends) over and not out of jealousy. After all, what does he have to be jealous of? He’s living quite well in LA with a cush, software gaming job for a prestigious company and unlike the boys, has had relationships with real life women. If he says that Eric and Dylan will be forever dead virgins who will only ever have legions of teenage fan girls for all eternity (that they’ll never get to fuck) as their warped plot twist for ‘followers’ he’s saying that with mocking sarcasm because of what his two assholes for friends did to him and other. He can in a sense say ‘take that fuckers!’ and a whole assortment of carte blanche nasty things about them to the public and they can’t defend themselves over it. There is a certain passive aggressive satisfaction in it for him.

A New Way Of Life ch. 17

Warnings: Language. Negan. Smut (unprotected sex).

A/N: This took forever to get out….. I’m sorry I made y’all wait for this suckish chapter, I had the flu. Have a good day! Thank you for reading!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

When you came to, the truck was stopped outside of another department store. Your head was still resting on Negan’s shoulder. He had his window rolled down. His arm was resting on the window seal. You heard the barely audible sound of him lazily rubbing his beard. His eyes were focused on the store. His men were walking to and from the store collecting valuable items that were needed in the sanctuary.

You lifted your head off his shoulder, yawning on the way up. His quickly turned to look at you. His brown eyes finding your (y/e/c) ones. “Good morning sleeping beauty. Did you fuckin’ sleep good?” he asked while you were stretching.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

my dash is hella dead could you suggest some shadowhunters blogs to follow??

                     oh. wow, anon. i honestly can recommend you everyone on my follow list, they are all amazeballs people. and if you click on that page, that blogroll puts the more recently updated blogs at the top. 

other than that. my current tumblr crushes are: @lilithbcrn, @ofmanyworlds, @warstopper, @magnusofbane, @umbraevenatores, @magnusbanedfromperu, @dugoutofashes and @heartguided, which if i’m stalking them, you can be sure i love them!! 

i do encourage you to at least look at all the blogs on my follow list. i tend to consider them carefully.  

have fun!!!

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little dim sun bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at the Ranger Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous raids on Team Dim Sun, and I have over 300 confirmed captures. I am trained in befriending pokemon and I’m the top Stink Area Move user in the entire Almia region. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will befriend the fuck out of your pokemon with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my network of Top Operators in the Union and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for an Area Clear, maggot. The Area Clear that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can use hundred of pokemon assists.  Don’t think I won’t climb up the entire Chroma Highlands just to find a Skuntank. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Ranger Union, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the region, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot grunt. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re pokemon are fucking befriended, kiddo.
—  Kate at some point, probably 
Caroline is not alone

Can ppl stop saying they feel bad because Caroline is alone and all her friends are dead and blah blah blah ,,
Caroline is happy she is a vampire and has her family and she is immortal , she will live forever meet other ppl who she’ll come to love and care for ,, her life will not stop because her friends and husband are dead , she opened a freaking school to help ppl , she’s doing something good and she’s a nice person she’ll make a lot of friends in no time she won’t have to be alone ,, there are other ppl who exist in this world other than her friends ,, personally i think she’s better off without them ,,, the most importantly she already has someone to keep her company in this whole living forever thing ,, 😉


So ppl should stop saying everyone she loves is dead and i wish Caroline will die with them so she won’t have to be lonely ,, Ugh she’s happy and so is Candice with caroline’s ending .

I Guess We’re The Same, So Don’t Leave Me Behind

Read Chapter 1 on AO3

Summary28-year-old Teruki is depressed, working a dead-end job, and sees life as meaningless and dull. Only when, Shigeo, another esper going through the same troubles as him enters his life he realizes he’s not so alone.

Hey everyone, I’m updating the links to my long fic so everything is accessible on both Tumblr and AO3. Also this layout looks much cleaner. If you haven’t given this a read, I would love it if you gave it a chance since I have A LOT in store for future chapters.

Thank you all again for supporting me! 

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

real or not, she can't kill something that we know has been dead for a long time. if these cs fuckers on twitter could just ship on the low and make her think it's dead, our life would be so much easier without her killing it all the damn time

Ikr!? It’s so unfair that while we’re here lowkey shipping Camren, those Twitter/IG stans spend all their energies antagonizing Lauren.

I don’t see the logic in typing in “Camren” on every posts and thread. What’s the point? Do people think that by typing that they will magically fall in love with each other?

I know most of them are kids, but seriously, how old is old to have a logical mind?

And I know, us tumblr fans aren’t perfect, we also have our own delusions and shit, but most of us don’t tag c & l. We stay in our own blogs and wattpad world.

-waves c:

HELLO MY FRIENDS. i am kenny and this is kailani and she is my little baby witch princess who i love dearly. she is to precious for this world but could also kill you so thats a thing. ANYWAYS ABOUT ME. I AM LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS AND SHIP EVERYTHING AND LOVE TO DROWN IN PLOTS. so anything, anytime THROW IT AT ME. :’) 

I am a preschool teacher who works with tiny demons all day….every day. SO THEY DRAIN ME. so if i am not on sometimes its probably because i am too dead to deal with life lol. I will try to at least check in once a night and attemp to keep nice and active :)

 ANYWAYS, Kai is small but powerful, was born in NOR, but when she was younger her family who was pretty powerful in the quarter got in the way of some corupt witches and they had to go into hiding. Now she is back and unafraid, sick of hiding in the shadows and ready to show the world and everybody what she is really made of. c: 


So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.
—  N.H. Klienbaum, “Dead Poets Society.”