these are all the people that have ruined my life

musicals as vine quotes cause why not

Phantom Of The Opera: “Hey, guys. Hit that like button if you think being haunted is. Kinda hot.”

Wicked: “And they were roommates!” “Oh my god they were roommates.”

Dear Evan Hansen: “He’s dead…” “… Oh ‘not the dickhead’ what do you want me to say?”


Spring Awakening: “Hey, ma, what’s good? How old are you?” “Fifteen.” [UNINTELLIGABLE YELLING NOISES]


Be More Chill: “Hey bro what do you wanna eat?” “ T̠̤̭̘̬̀h͖͉e̴͉̼ ̬̙͡s͍̦̖̘̥̮͙o̳̕ụ̪ḻ̣͞s͓͖̬ ͚̬o͍̮͉f̜̫̼̲̭ ͖̕t̲̱̮̣͎͍͈h̝͇̮̦̥͜e͙̺̝ ͈̼in̶̗̪̪̪̝n̗̮̭̣̺͈o͙̻̟̜͙̞c͎̻e̹̤̭̟n̘͞t” “A bagel.” “ N̟̦̬̭͖͍̗O͓̼͟!̣͢ “

American Idiot: “Don’t let anybody else ruin your life. Because it’s your life. You should ruin it.”

Les Misérables: “Hey ~  How ya doin? Well, I’m doin just fine. I lied. I’m dying inside.”

Rent: The “Completely Giving Up” vine that has all the characters named Me

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:  “My god, they’ve been in there forever.” “Eh, they probably just-” “WHOA WHAT THE FUCK WE’RE THE SAME PERSON” “HOLY SHIT” “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN” “STOP YELLING AT ME”

Waitress: “Why did you seat that couple before us?” “It’s a table for two.” “Yeah?” “You have ten people.” “Yeah?” [”We Like To Party” by Vengaboys plays]

Chicago: Could ya stop playin that damn music?” “Don’t talk shit on my music!” [GUNSHOT] ♪ say you’ll remember me ♪

A Softer Love
  • “There are two types of love. True love, and the love we actually get.”
  • “I would love you more if you were someone who could love me.”
  • “Our love was doomed, a burning building, a broken neck. But nothing since you and me even feels like love.”
  • “I want everyone to love me and I’m pretty sure the trick is to just be myself, but with money.”
  • “I can only infer that love exists from its effects on others.”
  • “I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now.”
  • “You are the love of my life so far.”
  • “Will you still love me when I am a spooky ghost?”
  • “I’m in love with the you I wish you were. I only stay with you because you look like him.”
  • “Sometimes even love isn’t enough. So what chance do WE have?”
  • “I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away.”
  • “Yeah, maybe we all die alone. I masturbate alone, too. Sometimes.”
  • “Sometimes when two people love each other it’s really unfortunate.”
  • “I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another.”
  • “If love lasted forever, we’d only ever get one.”
  • “Just once I’d like to fall in love with someone? who will ruin things before I do.”
  • “Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough.”
  • “I am terrified I will never find another love like ours.”
  • “I want to carve our initials in the bark of everyone who ever hurt you.”
  • “I love the way your face lights up when someone says, "It might be dangerous.”“
  • "All I ever wanted was love, until you loved me.”
  • “Our love is like an animatronic pigeon. No! It’s like a sex party on the moon! Also I am a bit drunk.”
  • “I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love.”
  • “When you get that look, nobody is safe. It’s why I first fell in love with you.”
  • “You are a good person and I love you. This just isn’t the life I hoped I’d have.”
  • “Marriage isn’t just between a man and a woman, it’s between any two people who love each other and want to ruin their lives.”
  • “Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees.”
  • “Sometimes I think you might fall in love with someone else and all my problems will be solved.”
  • “I keep all my old love letters, but to be honest I just skim them for the dirty bits.”
  • “It would be easier to deal with falling out of love if it hadn’t somehow made the sex exciting again.”
  • “Unrequited love is a waste of time. Just walk it off. There. I said it.”
  • “If our love lasts forever it’s gonna get real awkward when one of us dies.”
  • “There are just two things that make life worth living. The people you love, and sweet pranks.”
  • “I love those quiet moments in the dark where you can stop pretending.”
  • “I don’t know what the fuck true love even is but I do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life.”
  • “I said I’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. I guess that’s my problem. A failure of imagination.”
  • “I know I can’t make you love me. But I wish I could make you shut up about not loving me.”
  • “Our love is a meteor impact, a super volcano erupting. We won’t survive but we won’t die bored.”
  • “At first I was angry you had fallen in love with someone else, but you seem so happy now I didn’t even know you were sad.”
  • “You don’t love me, but you used to. I wanted to say thank you for that.”
  • “You and I will never be a great love story. That’s ok! Let’s see what kind of story we’ll be.”
  • “When I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kind of horny.”
  • “I lost the woman I loved and now all I have are my father’s well-meaning words, "Maybe now you can meet a nice man.”“
  • "I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.”
  • “She’s like an angel. My family loves her but I just don’t believe anymore." 
Allow me to rant about Maggie and Sanvers

When we first meet Maggie, we learned three basic things about the character: she’s an out and proud lesbian, she’s a cocky little shit, she cares a lot about people. For a while, this is all we had to hold on to. Maggie’s layers were added painstakingly slowly, and you had to pay attention to see what they were. Looking back, the traits that made Maggie Sawyer the woman we love, were always there, we just didn’t know it.

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Ya’ll BTS looked so sad when they were watching girls being pulled out of the pit from passing out. I wish people didn’t push so much and everyone could have enjoyed themselves the way they wanted to. Now that BTS are leaving America I feel like I can say this. I don’t know about any other show but at the 03/24 Newark show….you guys were selfish as fuck. Whether it was skipping people in line for wristbands that had been there ALL NIGHT AND DAY and slept outside to get one, pushing so much in the pit that people were panicking and passing out, being rude to each other, among other things. It was a fucking mess. And people ruined it for some people. And you should be ashamed of yourselves tbh. We’re supposed to be a family and you all acted like fucking animals. Even Namjoon told you guys to back the fuck up and stop pushing and you still were pushing. There was an 8 year old girl in the pit and you were even pushing her. It was honestly disgusting and I have never had a concert experience like that in my life.


’ The rules of hair care are simple and finite. ’
’ Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. ’
’ Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands/wives, they just don’t. ’
’ Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed. ’
’ There’s nothing I love better than a dumb blonde with Daddy’s plastic. ’
’ My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your… ’
’ I don’t need back-ups. I’m going to Harvard. ’
’ Well then, you’ll need excellent recommendations from your professors. ’
’ Trust me, I can handle anything. ’
’ Why are you going to throw that all away? ’
’ Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need law school. ’
’ I’m going to get the love of my life back. ’
’ I just liked to watch him/her change the filter. ’
’ Did you see him/her? He’s/she’s probably still scratching his/her head. ’
’ I feel comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life. ’
’ I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.  ’
’ I don’t think anybody has called me a butthead since the 9th grade. ’
’ Why didn’t you call me? ’
’ Uh. I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. ’
’ Excuse me. ’
’ I’m sorry? ’
’ You got into Harvard Law? ’
’ What? Like it’s hard? ’
’ Pooh bear, just get in the car. ’
’ You’re gonna ruin your shoes. ’
’ Sorry for what? ’
’ Well this is so much better than that! ’
’ Excuse me, I have some shopping to do. ’
’ So, when did you wanna go out? ’
’ We spent a beautiful night together and I haven’t heard from you since. ’
’ Well, forget it. I’ve spent too much time crying over you. ’
’ Because I’m not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I’m white trash? ’
’ You’re breaking up with me because I’m too… blonde? ’
’ I’m a middle aged, high school drop out with stretch marks and a fat ass. ’
’ Well, no. That’s not entirely true… ’
’ Then what? My boobs are too big? ’
’ So what’s a girl/boy to do? ’
’ What? Practically deformed? ’
’ This is what I need to become. ’
’ Don’t stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, honey. ’
’ I got up. Got a latte. Went to the gym. Got a perm and came home. ’
’ We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her.  ’
’ Objection, why is this relevant? ’
’ I have a point, I promise. ’
’ I suspect you weren’t because your curls are still intact. ’
’ How would you feel if your father married someone who was your age? ’
’ If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life… you’re not the girl I thought you were. ’
’ Oh, my God, the bend and snap works every time! ’
’ All those opposed to chafing, please say “Aye”. ’
’ How was your first class? ’
’ All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs. ’
’ So, if you don’t know an answer they’re just gonna kick you out. ’
’ Hey, well, don’t you look like a walking felony. ’
’ There’s like a judge and everything… and jury people. ’
’ Is that the only interaction you two have ever had? ’
’ No! Sometimes I say “okay” instead of “fine.” ’
’ Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me? ’
’ I promised her, and I can’t break the bonds of sisterhood. ’
’ This is a murder investigation! Not some scandal at the sorority house! ’
’ Geez! Could I be any more goddamn spastic? ’
’ Are you one of my lawyers? ’
’ You’ve just won your case. ’
’ Well thank God one of you has a brain. ’
’ If anyone found out about this, I would be ruined! ’
’ I would rather go to jail than to lose my reputation! ’
’ Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. ’
’ No more boring suits or pantyhose, I’m trying to be somebody I’m not. ’
’ I think it gives it a little something extra, don’t you think? ’
’ I know, I thought that was very… classy of you. ’
’ This is gonna be just like senior year, except for funner! ’
’ I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I? ’

there is one thing i do not see enough of on this website- support for people trying to get clean and/or stay clean. addiction has ruined my life. addiction has ruined so many lives and recovering alcoholics/addicts NEED support to continue with their recovery. so, for those of you who are working on your first 24 hours or your first week, month, year, your 2nd year or 20th- i am so proud of you. you have given yourself something incredible today. addiction is one of the most insidious diseases in the world, but today, you did not let it win. remind yourself of all of the strength you have. you are a miracle.

What they said

 “You don’t need equal rights, you already have more rights than everyone,” said my father, after he openly said he wouldn’t hire a gay worker, not even me, his daughter.

“You don’t deserve to have kids,” said my mother, who couldn’t understand why the words she said made me cry. “A child deserves a mother and a father, and two queers like you could never raise a child.”

“But she doesn’t look like a lesbian,” said my aunt, the one family member I thought might defend me.

“Where did we go wrong,” asked my parents, as if there was something wrong with me. “We thought we raised you better than this.”

“You’re just confused,” said my father. “Therapy can help you figure out your feelings.”

“She goes to the University of Minnesota,” said my relatives, “what did they expect, her to come out normal?”

“Do you know where people like you go when you die?” asked my brother, who wouldn’t look me in the eye. “Do you want to go to hell?”

“You should be careful,” said my mother, when I told her I was going out. “Because do you know where you’ll go if you die today?”

“All transgender people should just be shot,” said my mother, “just like the queer people they are.”

“You need a mental examination,” was the reaction of my parents, after they first found out. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

“I’ve met a lot of lesbians,” said my cousin, the girl I once considered my best  friend, “but she just doesn’t give off the vibe.”

“She’s going to regret this when she’s older,” said another relative, after I came out on facebook. “She is ruining hope of having a normal life.”

“I love you,” said my good friend, crying like I had told her something bad. “But you know I can’t accept that lifestyle.”

“We’re praying for you,” said everyone, as if I had said I was sick.

“I am so glad you’re over that,” said my mother as I was finding out what heartbreak meant. “Now you need to date a nice boy.”

“I think she’s over that stage,” my mother told my aunt after.

“You are messed up,” was a text I got from my mother while I was attending the Women’s March.

“All that is is a march of a bunch of queers.” She spit out the last word, said it like it tasted as bad as I felt when I heard it.

“I just thought you had better morals than that,” said my mom. “You really have no morals to be doing that.”

“It’s just gross,” they said. “How can a woman love another woman? Something is wrong in your head if you think that’s okay.”

Gross, disgusting, immoral, unspeakable, sickening, shameful, horrid, dyke, queer.

“Don’t tell anyone, ever,” said my mother, ashamed of her daughter.

“We can never accept or condone your behavior,” said my father. “Having this around will influence everyone in the family.”

“You’re heading down a slippery slope,” said my mother. “If that’s how you want to live your life, go ahead. But the only thing that waits for you is drugs and alcohol, because you’ll need it to live with yourself.”

“I just can’t stand her,” said my mother to my sister.

“The last the we want to do is push you away, but we have other kids to think about,” said my mother, because obviously the other kids are more important than me.

“You are nothing but a queer,” said my mother, to my face.

“And we will never,” said my mother, “accept you or your lifestyle choice.”


So i decided to take the plunge and got a Hazbin hotel tattoo. Now before you go shouting at me that im a idiot. let me explain

You see, for so long i never did art because i was always ashamed of it and would always say “oh i cant even draw a straight line.” After discovering @vivziepop something ignited. Watching her animations and drawings started the fire inside me to do art. It gave me the boost to actually start drawing, And im so happy i did. sure im not the best, nor will i ever be, however, i am still trying and wanting to improve. Vivziepop gave me a passion that i am so thankful for.

Not only did it spark my artistic passion, it allowed me to connect with people i would have never met otherwise. I have made some amazing friends who are the best in the world ( @zpheadcanons , @sharp-tone , @jazzakid , @dankmeemlord@zoophobianexus , @cricketschirp , @seab-the-dog , @terry-skeleton , @alexlememe     and many more)

You may say “well what if you leave the fandom” its not about the fandom itself. its about viv sparking the fire inside me to do art, for allowing me to meet some of the best people i have ever met.

now Know this wasn’t something i decided to get on a whim, i had been planning and deciding this for months on end. I had been debating if it was a good idea or if it was something stupid. In the end, i decided to do it, and i love it.

So yes, this tattoo has personal meaning to me that is very important, and yes i know its a permanent thing. 

After losing my great grandmother, uncle, and finally my dad all in the same year, i will honestly say viv and the people i have gotten the chance to meet and know have saved my life ( yeah i know that term is used all the time, but i genuinely mean it. ive had the pill bottle tipped to my lips many a times.) So something like this is a huge deal for me, and i wanted to show just how thankful i am to @vivziepop , my friends, and all the other wonderful people i have met. 

I know i will still get people saying how im an idiot, or ive ruined my life, and thats fine. i udnerstand.

Now, with that all being said, I hope everyone reading this has a wonderful new year ( or did if you see it afterwards) and lets all hope 2017 is a bit nicer. Razor out.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 7] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by s-tttop

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Just swearing for this one

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15}

A/N: SORRY! I always seem to post my work at like 10 at night. Well, here you go! This one is more fluff and not as eventful as others are, but the next one shit happens.

~ Admin Brooklyn


You looked at Mr. Kwon with confusion. He looked at you expectantly. You sat up on your bed, crossing your legs. Ji’s cat, Ai, quickly moved from off your side and onto your lap. Ai curled up in between your legs. Ai looked at Mr. Kwon with a sideways glance before settling into his new spot.

“Princess, I don’t have all day, and you know I won’t beg.” He seemed so casual. It always sent chills down your spine. You started to wonder if Ji Yong does it too.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise, but you might want to change out of those shorts.” You looked down at your legs. Your shorts stopped at the bottom of your butt. Mr. Kwon smiled, although it was anything but comforting. “In this community who knows what people would do to you in those pants.”

You got up quickly, not wanting to irritate him. Ai gives you a look before curling up in a ball where you sat. Mr. Kwon smiled at you and then left the room. The boys follow behind him leaving you alone with Ai. You quickly went to your closet, which now has clothes hung and folded in it. You quickly put on a pair of leggings and leave the room. Mr. Kwon waited outside, both Seunghyun’s waiting as well.

“Let’s get going. I’m sure you have other plans for today.” You looked at Mr. Kwon confused, but he had already started walking. You followed him, both Seunghyun’s behind you on either side of you. Once again as you get further from your room, you start to hear people talking. Again as you walk through the living room and hallways you pass people, but this time it was different. Everybody moved and made a path for Mr. Kwon and his guests. They parted like the Red Sea, giving their leader a clear path. Once again you got looks. Although they were the same if not harsher looks compared to last time. Some people glared as you walk pass them, other gave you sympathetic looks.

“So, are you enjoying your stay?” Mr. Kwon asked. Everything always seemed so casual when he did it. Although you knew how cunning he can be, which always lead for you to have your guard up when you’re around him.

“I guess. A little lonely.” You admitted. Mr. Kwon looked down at you, nodding his head.

“I can understand that, especially in your predicament.” You nodded your head at your words. “You do have friends here, though. And I know my Ji Yong will do anything for you.”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly happy with him.” Mr. Kwon chuckled. Honestly, you knew about all the things Mr. Kwon could do to ruin your life, but he wasn’t always the bad guy. Mr. Kwon nodded his head. He continued to lead you down another hallway, the mass of people disappearing.

“I also can understand that. Trust me when I say that Ji Yong isn’t the easiest kid to raise.” Mr. Kwon said, a smile on his face. You laugh and you hear both Seunghyun’s snicker behind you. “Don’t tell him I said that though. That includes you, boys, too.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Mr. Kwon gave you a smile, one that you didn’t feel like had an alternative motive. You gave him a smile in return. Mr. Kwon stopped in front of a door and opening it for you.

“Here you go princess,” Mr. Kwon said, putting a hand on your back leading you inside. The room was long length wise. Nobody else was in there, just you four. There was a long desk that went across the room, with big dividers that broke the room into sections.

“Princess, we are going to teach you how to defend yourself.”

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Pairing: Thor x Reader

Requested by @estel-of-the-eyrie

I’d love to request a Thor X F!Reader (I am trash forgive me) where they try to introduce him to video games, and some of the gang keep making references to games he has no idea about/ they keep arguing which video game characters everyone is? Please :)         

Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Y/N.

Thor: My love, Samuel has introduced me to a game of grand absconding of vehicles!

Thor: And then he said the game is just a way to control real life!



Y/N: Why is THAT worse?

Y/N has added Sam.

Y/N: How’d you manage to convince him?!

Sam: Patience plus a well timed explosion courtesy of Wade.

Sam: No civilians were harmed.

Y/N: You can’t see me glaring at you, but I am.

Sam: Aww c'mon, it’s pretty funny.


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How to Give Your Story “Heart”

Here’s where things get fluffy. This is the moment you unleash your feelings, tap into your inner light, and weep onto the page, using your sparkling tears as ink. Ready?

Originally posted by pajamasafterdark

Edna would never allow us to do that. And that’s good, because contrary to conventional wisdom, that’s not how you give your story heart. We’re going to do it the real way.

So if it isn’t raw emotion, what is “heart”?

1) It’s what your character NEEDS (not wants).


3) It’s what you want to TEACH.

Those sound intimidating, I know. But if you don’t treat it like a mystical magic, it’s very doable.

So, what do those mean?

1) NEED =

Your character has flaws that are ruining their life and future, right? Flaws in their heads that only hurt themselves, flaws in their characters that hurt other people. Something is missing within them, something they don’t understand, something they need to learn. Once they realize their flaws, and learn the thing that will overcome those flaws, their lives will be saved.

Take Mr Fredrickson from Up. He’s so grumpy and stubbornly stuck in the past, he’s willing to leave a small child clinging to the porch of his flying house, rather than let him into his life.

He needs to learn that in order to live a fulfilling life again, he must let go of the past, and go have another adventure. Which Ellie helps him learn.

Great. Now I’m crying.


It’s what the story is really about. The journey going on below the action-y surface. It’s your character’s inner change from one kind of person to a (hopefully) better kind. The reader believes the story is about the tangible goal, and the actions taken to reach it — the surface. Yet inwardly, they’re processing the hero’s inner journey too. It’s sneakily hidden from them.

On the surface, Hamilton is about a revolution and the founding of a nation.

Underneath all that, it’s about a guy learning what a worthwhile legacy really is, and how to build one.


Storytelling is the most powerful teaching method ever devised. Scientifically speaking, teaching is the purpose of stories, whether we like it or not. This fact usually makes people react like Gollum when approached by nasty hobbitses.

“Moralizing, precious? We hates it!”

Which is a reflex aversion that I understand, and have shared in the past. Books and movies that teach something positive are scorned and mocked in the world of “high literature” too. But when I thought about what stories have done for me, and why they were capable of it, my opinion changed. 

Tangled saved my life. If I had never seen that movie, I would still be in a horrible cult-like situation which I’d been trapped in for twelve years.

Narnia helped me escape depression.

The Harry Potter books were my home and my friends when I didn’t have either.

And those are all stories with strong hearts.

Why wouldn’t I want to create stories that could possibly help someone, like I was helped? Why would I let “avoid teaching at all costs” become my ultimate goal? (When really, that’s another way of saying “be pretentious and egotistical”?)

Nope. I’m choosing to write things that people will call schmaltzy and childish – but maybe life saving for another kid.

(I said I wasn’t going to get emotional. Sorry Edna.)

So, how do you figure out the heart of your story?

Answer these questions:
— What does your character need to learn, to stop ruining their own life?
— What do YOU want to say?

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The Shooting / 13rw Group

The Shooting 

13 Reason Why Cast x Reader

A/N: So I have had this one hidden away for a while. My computer decided that it does not want to charge anymore unless you shove the power chord in the the hole (Pun Intended). My toe is smashing into it right now. Okay, love you guys.

Warning: Of Course Cussing

Everything was amazing until that that. The day that my loved ones died. The day that ruined my life forever. The day of the shooting.

“Wanna ditch 4th?”, said Zach sitting right next to me, quickly slamming his face with food. We all have been close since the tapes came out public. We have faced obstacles together, and it being our senior year, we need each other the most.

Its awkward to think that the people around us know what I have done to Hannah, but it wasn’t compared to what Bryce did. Thank god he’s in jail. The whole group was surprised of how many girls came out to say Bryce raped them. We are all happy they have justice.

The bell rang. “Hey Zach, I think I’ll talked you up on that offer. Meet you in the lounge.” I shouted over the loud rustle of kids’ backpacks and them walking out the lunch room. The lounge is our secret room where we meet when we ditch. It’s actually an old janitors closet, but no one uses it.

We added somethings from the drama room to make it look nicer than before. We were able to fit a couch and even some lights. Blankets and old curtains filled the place up. We love it there.


“SHHHHH, I saw the principal walk by here a second ago. Hurry get in” Zach screamed at me.

I quickly ran in, hoping any of the teachers didn’t see me. “Jesus, I swear we need to find a better hide out.”, I say as Zach grabs my Hand.

“But this is the most quiet” he places a hand on my cheek pulling me forward about to kiss you.

“What the FUCK!”, you screamed at Zach. “What he hell do you think your doing!” You ran out of the closet as fast as you could. You went to the girls bathroom.

*beep, beep*

The silent lockdown sound went off while I was washing my face. The school had weird circumstances with lockdowns. There was an alarm, it was really quiet and when it’s heard you know shits about to get real. The last time the alarm went off we had a crazy, drunk homeless man in the school.

“Shit”, you whisper. “The teachers won’t let me in. What do I do?” You think back to going to the Janitors Closet but you don’t want to go through anything with Zach again.

“Its probably a drill” you roll your eyes. But deep down you know it’s not. They don’t pull drills with that alarm. But in your head. “There’s a first time for everything.”

You start to walk for the hall way.

The lights are off, but you see a figure in the distance. Standing either with their back to you or face to you. It was too dark. In the corner of your eye you saw the red dot, the alarm light. You knew that this wasn’t a drill no more.

You were frozen. You couldn’t move. They might have seen you. But they didn’t react to your presents.

The faintest noise came from the direction of the person. “(Y/N) run.” You knew what it said. You knew who it was.


i don’t feel sorry for leaving but i apologize for coming.

i knew i wouldn’t stay but you were company to keep in the meantime. {while i collected my thoughts} people like you are bad for the soul.
you wreck havoc on hearts and play along like a victim all while being the fault of ruin.

let me tell you now; it doesn’t work that way.
life is not about taking and taking until you have drained another human of love.
you can’t take what is not yours- you couldn’t take me because i was never yours.

i was my own.

i made the mistake of running back to you but only once because when i saw your face again i became homesick for a person who was hundreds of miles away.

“this is not okay,” played over and over in my head for weeks. {but i stayed to prove myself wrong}.

don’t you blame me for your own destruction.
you chiseled away at your own edges.
your frayed the corners of your heart with no help and you laughed in the faces of people who gave you all they had.

now you’re alone and i’m not sorry.


II Peter Maximoff X Reader One-Shot II

Request by @loverollyjogerhe reader is really insecure and her and peter have been dating for a few months. Peter has tried to make a move several times but the reader always has an excuse, but it’s because she’s so insecure about her body? Something really fluffy? Thank you!!

Warnings: Insecure!reader, cussing, Insecure!Peter, not fully proof read.

Originally posted by fandomediiits

People had always said that once you get a boyfriend, your insecurities go away. Oh god were they wrong.

You and Peter had been going out for a month or two, and each day even though he was the sweetest person you’d ever met, and he complimented you so much that everyone around you verbally groaned when you two were around another, you never felt extremely comfortable.

Each time he made any sort of move you backed away, or told him you had things to get to. Hell, you’ve only kissed a handful of times. You wanted him more than anything, but… You didn’t want him to see you. Truly. Thoughts flowed through your head constantly about how he could never really love you, or how he had to be putting on some sort of act when he tells you how much he cares for you. Yes it had bothered you to push him away so much, but it had to be for the better.

It didn’t help that the past days he had really wanted to talk though it, wanting to know what was going on.

Suddenly you heard a fast and hard knock on the door, making you jump slightly.

Getting up from your bed, you hurried over to get to the door, not wanting to leave whoever waiting long.

“Hey. Is it okay if I come in?” you let out a sigh when you say it was Peter. Giving him a soft smile, you stepped aside so he could walk in. He mumbled a thank you and sat himself down in your still warm bed.

“What’s with you recently? You’ve been really distant. Even I can notice it and I’m clueless as fuck.” Peter said, with a slight joking undertone. But a hint was always in his voice. Still, he sounded very serious. You’d never seen him that way.

“It’s really nothing.” You muttered, sitting down right next to him. Automatically he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you two closer, which made you hyper aware of yourself.

“Tell me,”

“I just…”  you started, but the tears welling in your eyes made it hard to choke the words out. “I don’t see what you like in me. I’m nothing. And.. And you’re everything. I… I can’t even look at my own body without hating myself. How do you stand Me when I can’t stand myself.”

“Wait what? That’s what it is?” He laughed lightly, shocking you a bit. Why laugh? “No offense, but really that’s stupid.”

“Y/n, I really like you, if you haven’t noticed. And I think you’re the most beautiful, caring, all around stunning people to ever exist. And I often think ‘how’d I manage to nab her?’ I’m lucky to have you. My life would be so much duller and less worth living without you. Now, please don’t say things like that again, okay? You’re amazing. I like all of you… Love, even. I look at you and see pure perfection.. And hey, If anything you should be thinking bad of me. I mean damn, I’m pretty low." 

His kind words moving you endlessly. You had no idea someone could think so highly of you. But some of it was ruined by his still pretty big amount of self hate. You knew you both needed to work on it, since it was a problem that no one could live with forever.

"I think you’re just as amazing as you think I am.” You turned his face to yours, pressing your lips to his softly for only a few moments. A smile graced your face, loving the feeling. And you could even feel a smirk on his.

“What? That hardly made sense.” He joked as soon as you pulled away, making you roll your eyes.

“You know what I meant.”

Good people of tumblr, Help me.

Hi. Yes, hello. You probably don’t know me, so here’s an introduction.

I am Pedro B. Vasconcelos, a 21 year old Brazilian. I am currently pursuing a Bachelor of Graphic Design degree at my city’s University, and I seriously need your help.

See, in March 6 I’ll be entering my 10th semester in my University and that place is, in my opinion, a thankless, salary-less full-time job which is taking a really, REALLY heavy toll on my mental and emotional health and giving nothing back. Back in November 2015, I got hospitalized due to a meltdown caused by the stress.

Besides that, I’ve been working hard to lay the ground work to what’ll be the main thing in my life once I get my degree and leave that hell of a place. But while I am pretty hyped for what I’m working on, this meant that even on summer break I have been working really hard with no pause. This added more to my stress to the point I was uncontrollably crying and shaking while trying to work.

Now I’m slighly better but I’ve came to the realization that…

I can’t keep living on like this, or I’ll collapse.

I can’t keep working until I drop and wasting my life and ruining my mental and physical health without getting anything out of it. I might be graduating within a year, but I can’t last another year without some improvement.

Since Brazil’s economy is in a really tough situation, I have no source of income and my family only has enough for us to pay the all the bills and eat, I can’t afford therapy let alone side things that would improve my situation (things to distract me from work, like going out with friends and such).

So, after planning for 2 weeks, checking with some people and reworking my entire schedule, and even though I’m still a no-one with little experience and little to no followers (@ the ones I already do, love ya): 

 I am doing commissions.

This is the most urgent measure. I must get as much as I can before my semester starts (March 6) and I’m not able to do much anymore.

 I’ve separated what kinds of drawing I’m offering in 6 categories:

1 - Sketch:

  • Bust or Waist Up - $5
  • Whole body - $10

2 - Flat colors (or Cel-shading)

  • Bust or Waist Up - $10
  • Whole body - $15

3 - Simple shading

  • Bust - $15
  • Waist Up - $20
  • Whole Body - $25

4 - Medium shading

  • Bust - $20
  • Waist Up - $25
  • Whole Body - $30

5 - Complex shading

  • Bust - $35
  • Waist Up - $45
  • Whole Body - $60

6 - Painting (minimal to no lineart)

  • Bust - $40
  • Waist Up - $50
  • Whole Body - $65


For each extra character: +25% of the cost

For instance - Number 4 has two busts so the total price is $25 (20 base + 5 for the character)

I’m also offering 2 types of background (besides white/flat color)

  1.  Color blots - On the house
  2. Advanced - $50 to $150, depending on complexity

You can check more examples of my drawings (plus full-sized versions of some of those) at my main tumblr:

What I Won’t Do

As much as I need the money, there are some things I refuse to do:

  • NSFW art
  • Gore
  • Political imagery of any kind, even if I agree with the message.

If you’re interested, send me a PM

Some final considerations

I really need any help you can give, right now. If you can’t help by commissioning a drawing or with Patreon, I ask, no, I beg you to at least reblog this post.

Thank you for your time.

Things every adult child of an emotionally abusive parent is sick of hearing after they go No Contact:

“All mothers and daughters fight. That’s just how things are.”
Yes, some daughters and mothers may not see eye to eye. But that’s not the same as being manipulated, tormented, humiliated and abused your entire life by the one person that’s suppose to protect you.

“She could still change!”
Yeah, 26 years of knowing her and let me tell you, she isn’t going to change. She’ll pretend to, that’s how she lures you back in, but it’s not real. It’s a mask.

“It’s Mother’s Day/ her birthday/ a holiday!”
Yup. It is. And she doesn’t need a day devoted to her. I am not reopening the flood gates just to pretend we’re okay for a hallmark card.

“She’s your mom! She loves you!”
Mmm, she loves me because I’m her daughter and she HAS to. But she doesn’t LIKE me as a person. And the feeling is quite mutual.

“She couldn’t have been that bad…”
How do you know? What exactly qualifies as “that bad” in your mind anyway?

“But she’s your mom! Don’t you want her to be involved in your life?”
Of course I do. I wish she could be. I’m not happy that I’m going to have to have my wedding without my mom and all those other events that a mother should be a part of. But she will ruin them. And she’s ruined enough in my life up to this point.

“Some people don’t have mothers. You’ll miss her when she’s gone.”
I miss her now. That doesn’t change the fact that she is toxic.

Help Me {Soulmate AU} {Part 2} [D.M.]

Character: Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 1267
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Soulmate AU where whatever Y/n writes on her skin also appears on her soulmate’s skin. Draco is determined to find the girl who is begging to be saved from herself.
WARNINGS: Do not read if you are triggered by depressive thoughts.
Other parts: Part 1 Part 2
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
Tags: @xoxoaudreymarie

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He swore to himself, glaring down at the ink covering his hand. His heart was pounding, but maybe that was just a side effect from finally finding out the identity of his soulmate.

Why did it have to be you?

He pulled his sleeve down, trying to hide the markings, hoping somehow this was all a misunderstanding, that it was a joke. He knew though, he knew it was real.

How could this be happening to him? A muggleborn as his soulmate, whoever heard of such a thing? His heart clenched at the idea.

What would his parents say?

He thought of you, and the way your hair fell, framing your face perfectly (though he’d never admit that out loud), and the way your eyes used to sparkle, but lately they’d looked dull.

He’d had an insight to your thoughts through the messaging back and forth, but never had he even dreamt that it would be you on the other side.

At least now he had an idea of why you hadn’t seemed like yourself for the past however many months. He had meant what he said - he wanted to help his soulmate out.

But now he knew his soulmate was you, did he still want to help?


Your thoughts swarmed around your head like wasps, shutting you away from the rest of the world. Each separate thought felt like a sting on the inside of your skull, a painful reminder of how awful the world really was.

You couldn’t focus on anything going on around you; it was as if there was no sound, and many distorted figures moving.


“Huh?” You looked up, suddenly aware of the fact you were sat in the Great Hall, surrounded by your housemates.

“Are you okay, you looked out of it there,” a girl asked, frowning a little. If you were more focused, maybe you’d be able to remember her name. You nodded, sighing under your breath before standing up and walking in an almost ghost-like manner to the exit.

What you weren’t expecting when you left the Hall was to see the platinum blonde that you had been trying to abstain from being in the company of. Your heart jolted as you ducked behind a pillar, hoping he hadn’t seen you.

“Y/n! Will you stop avoiding me? You can’t do this forever,” a voice said. You close your eyes and sighed, feeling defeated. “I can try,” you replied as you moved back out into the open.

“I don’t understand why you’re trying to stay away from me. Obviously you’re not happy about this, but neither am I! Do you know how this will affect me? You’re a mudblood! This isn’t fair at all! My soulmate is a mudblood, who has barely any friends! You don’t understand what this will do to my status!” Draco complained like a child, looking exceedingly irritated.

I don’t understand? You’re the one who doesn’t understand, Malfoy. You’ll never understand anything. So your soulmate is a muggleborn? So what? At least your soulmate isn’t a condescending git who doesn’t care about anyone but himself!” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Of all the people it could have been, why did it have to be you?” He asked, as if you knew the answer, “It’s not fair. This is by far the lowest point of my entire life.”

“Oh give me a break, you spoilt little rich boy! You’ll never know what it’s like to have a hard life! You’ve always had everything done for you, and you’ve ruined everybody else’s happiness. Do you know how excited I was when I first started Hogwarts? Imagine, you’ve spent your whole life thinking magic isn’t real, and then suddenly you’re told, ‘hey, you’re a witch!’ So you pack your bags, and you head to this giant castle, and you’re happy.

Then you arrive, and you realise there are people that actually think you’re not as good as them, because of something you can’t even control - who your parents are. And you get called a mudblood, and a blood traitor, and you have no idea what you ever did to deserve it, but apparently you’ve done something because the blonde boy who everyone seems to bow down to seems to hate you!

Fast forward a couple of years, and you’re close to a breakdown, you’re on the edge. You cling to the one good thing you have left, the last good thing - your soulmate - and they turn out to be the person you hate most in the world, that same blonde boy who encouraged everyone else to hate on you in your first year.

So no, no this isn’t fair. And I’m sorry I’m not who you wanted me to be, but you’re not the victim here, so stop acting like it,” your voice dropped to nearly a whisper by the end, as you turned around and began to walk off.

“Wait, Y/n!” You heard him shout after you, but you ignored him as your pace quickened to escape his company.


I’m sorry, okay?

You had been staring at your hand for almost 10 minutes now, your heart thumping hard as you read the three words over and over.

How were you supposed to reply to that?

The quill hovered over your hand as you contemplated the best response.

Doesn’t matter, it’s okay.

It was a lie, but it was the best you could come up with at this moment in time.

It’s not okay though

You didn’t respond, you just watched as the words suddenly disappeared, as if they were being wiped away.

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower. Properly, this time. I wa need to talk to you. In person.

You pursed your lips and sighed. There was no harm in going, right? With any luck, he’d apologise in person. You shook your head to yourself. Best not get your hopes up.



The silence was almost overwhelming, and you wondered whether it was just a prank, that he wasn’t actually going to show up. You almost felt relieved when you saw the familiar head of blonde hair emerging from the darkness.

“You came,” he breathed out, sounding a little on the shocked side. “Yeah. Now what did you want to say?” You asked, trying to get straight to the point so you could go back to bed.

“Look, I know I was a git before, but please just overlook that. I was shocked, okay? I didn’t.. I mean I hadn’t accepted that you were soulmate yet. What I asked you here for.. was to ask you… well, can’t we work this out? It’s not going to be easy, I know, but we can do this. You’re my bloody soulmate, after all! The universe clearly wants us to be together, for whatever mixed-up reason. I’m willing to try, if you are. I know you hate me - I’m not exactly fond of you either - but we can make this work. What do you say?” Draco suggested, looking directly at you.

You looked away, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as you debated the options in your head.

He had helped you out a lot in the past few weeks, though he didn’t know who you were. Was there a chance he’d be able to help more?

With that in mind, you looked up into his blue-grey eyes and nodded, “Okay. We can try and work it out.” He smiled at you - a real, genuine smile that almost - almost - made your heart flutter.

Maybe, against all odds, you could work this out after all.


For those of you who think that “depressed” is equivalent to being “sad,” my intent here is to show you just how wrong you are. If you fail an exam, you’re sad. If someone doesn’t call you back after a first date, you’re SAD. When you have to physically resist the urge to throw yourself in front of a moving vehicle or swallow an entire bottle of pills, you are depressed. Depression is a chemical imbalance in the brain. When a depressed person says, “I want to die.” or “I want to kill myself.” WE GENUINELY DO, we mean it wholeheartedly. Our brains tell us that taking our lives is a logical way to end our suffering. Depression swallows you whole, it sucks the life right out of you. It alienates you from the entire world around you. You feel empty, hollow and alone. Your existence seems meaningless. It’s as if everyone else on Earth has the script to the play of life while you walk around, hoping to catch on to some of the lines and fall in line with everyone else. For those of you who romanticize mental illness, tell me this. What’s romantic about me screaming out and smashing at walls for someone to save me, because I can’t breathe during a panic attack? What’s ROMANTIC about a significant other leaving because they don’t have the patience to deal with a flat mood and negativity? Fuck any of you who fake mental disorders for attention. I do everything in my power to HIDE mine. I speak for every mentally ill person when I say that we don’t want attention, all we want is to be NORMAL, full functioning human beings. People who mock or disregard our REAL struggle are the reason why society doesn’t take us seriously. Depression is a silent demon, an overwhelming wave of absolute dread. It is a debilitating, life ruining BATTLE that I would not wish on my very worst enemy. Never treat it as anything less.

Sick of Losing Soulmates - Sherlock x reader

A/N: Sherlock Holmes has ruined me completely and there is no denying it. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, because it’s 11:13 in a thursday morning and I have this somewhat important exam tomorrow, yet I’m here with another request because why the fuck not, right?
But anyways, drama aside, I really hope you guys enjoy this. Also, for the lovely people who have sent me requests, do not fear, I have not forgotten about you. They will be coming soon, I promise, because mind you I am not done with ruining my life just yet.

Requested by anon: sherlock x reader song fic based on sick of losing soulmates by dodie?

Word count: 2413
Warnings: angst because I’m all in for it

Originally posted by silent-micka

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