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Andre Burakovsky- short Drabble 26

Can you do 26 with Andre Burakovsky please❤❤

Originally posted by brokovsky

“Is it that time of the month?” Andre asked shifting from foot to foot.

“You literally ask me that whenever I’m mad at you!” you responded feeling a little incredulous.

“well” he shrugged.  

“Whether you want to believe it or not, I am capable of having moods that are not dictated by mother nature’s monthly call and asking that usually only makes it worse.” You retorted.

He hung his head, pretending to be contrite.  You both knew that you weren’t really, angry with him more just irritated.  “I’m sorry I forgot to call.  You know how dinners with Willy and Latts go. One thing turns into another and before you know it, it’s three a.m. and they have you plastered.”  

You could help the slight grin that appeared on your lips at that, after all that’s how you two had met, when he was out at a bar with Willy and Latts trying to convince him to get plastered.  You softened, walking over to hug him.

“It’s ok. But stop asking if I’m on my period every time I get mad at you ok?”

You felt him wrap his arms around you tightly returning the hug and nodding his agreement into your neck.

anonymous asked:

I know they were done by other people but they could still be acknowledge so people could learn more about these already popular/iconic series, specially when Watchmojo made Doomguy vs Duke Nukem and gave both a worse analogy than ScrewAttack did in Doomguy vs Master Chief (sorry for even mentioning these things, i know i should watch something better)

resist the urge to give those pointless top 10 list videos views

you’d get a more meaningful experience eating a bag of chips alone in a dark room

i just wish for once, i could be the best at something. the smartest, the prettiest, the best writer, the most talented musician, the nicest, the most forgiving, the one who makes people laugh the loudest. but there’s always going to be someone who’s better than me, and i know there’s always going to be someone worse too, but for some reason, that doesn’t help my self-esteem. it’s a “if you’re not first, you’re last” kind of thing. it’s like i could be so proud of my accomplishments and then somebody does it better and my whole mood is ruined. it’s like i could think i look pretty in a picture and then i see someone else’s selfie and i delete mine. it’s like i’m so tired of feeling inferior, of judging myself off of how many instagram likes i get and how badly people have treated me, but i don’t know how to stop. i’m so tired of being chosen second and thinking “ah ha! i was right! i do suck!” i wish i was the kind of person who knew their worth without someone having to remind them every two seconds. i wish i could fall in love with my imperfections.

Tips on dating for when YOU have BPD

I’ve seen so many articles and posts on “how to date someone with BPD”, or worse “warning signs your partner has BPD” or “how to recover from dating someone with BPD”. But I could only find ONE article giving advice to people WITH BPD in relationships. So, I’ve made my own. Here are some tips on maintaining a good relationship when YOU have BPD:

  • Be open. I know you’ll be scared that if you’re too honest, you’ll scare the partner away. But you need to be truthful, or you’ll end up bottling things up, and then they explode.
  • Saying that, sometimes it’s okay not to express your fears. Small fears such as how your partner hasn’t texted back as fast as normal, don’t need to be expressed when they occur. Once you’ve calmed down, take the time to express it. Say “It makes me a bit sad when you don’t reply fast, but I understand that sometimes that happens” This way, your partners understands your fears, but also knows that you understand their limits too. Sometimes our fears are small and go away if we wait, so take a minute to thing logically (if you can).
  • It’s okay to show symptoms! Don’t be mad at yourself if you have a mood swing in front of your partner, it;s not your fault
  • Avoid expressing when you’re splitting. It’s hard not to let every things out when we’re mad and splitting, but try not to if you can. Try and suppress for a little time and express your feelings once you’ve settled. This way you can express them neutrally, without bias, and make sense when you do so.
  • Keep reminders of your partner’s care for you. Screen shot texts and keep them in a folder. When you feel unloved or the person isn’t responding, read through these to remind yourself that they love you
  • Ask your partner to give you small reminders. Ask “every now and again, can you remind me you love me?”. This isn’t a big ask- a small text once a day is not manipulative or needy, and your partner should be ahppy to as this makes you happy
  • Set guidelines. It’s okay to have certain things you get paranoid about. Tell your partner that there are some things you don’t like- e.g. “I don’t like it when you use full stops, it makes me think you’re angry, could you avoid doing so? I understand if you mess up though.” A relationship is about caring for each other and making each other comfortable, so your partner should be ahppy to make small changes to make you happy, just as you’ll make small changes to make them happy!
  • Be prepared to compensate. Sometimes we get paranoid about things that we just have to let happen. We get worried when our partner talks about other people, when they see other people. It’s okay to express this, but we have to learn that we can’t stop our partners doing this. This is hard, and something I struggle with myself, but it’s needed to make our partners feel comfortable. If your partner is out doing something you don’t like, distract yourself. 
  • Find someone else, with BPD is best, to vent to. I have a close friend or 2 who I vent my worries to, and they have BPD as well. They understand and validate my fears, so that I don’t feel needy or mean. This way you can express these fears without controlling and hurting your partner. E.g. I say to my friends “My partner is seeing his ex today. I get that’s his right to but it’s pissing me off and I just wanted to tell someone.” 
  • Remind yourself it’s okay to express yourself. Telling your partner you’re scared they’re going to leave you isn’t automatically abusive or manipulative, it’s true.Tell them you feel suicidal isn’t manipulative, you deserve support and love.
  • When splitting, learn to distance yourself. If you notice you’re splitting for an unfair reason, it’s okay to distance yourself. It’s okay to walk out a room, to stop replying for a minute to compose yourself. This way, you won’t lash out, and you can avoid getting more angry. Inform your partner you are splitting, so they can give you space.
  • Don’t let yourself be invalidated. If your parter says something invalidating, mean, or hurtful, tell them. We get scared that if we tell our partners they hurt us they may leave, but it’s important not to let our partners hurt us.
  • Tell your partner about your BPD- and if not that- about your symptoms. Tell them you split (you sometimes hate people for no reason), tell them you have abandonment fears (get scared they’ll leave you). This way your partner can adapt and help you. Give them tips to help you. e.g. “If I’m scared you’ll leave me, tell me you love me, and tell me why you love me”
  • Learn to say sorry. Sometimes we lash out, sometimes we get irrational and hurt our partners. this may not be our fault, but it is our responsibility. Learn to say “I’m sorry I lashed out”.
  • You deserve someone who’s willing to help you. You deserve someone who is willing to send you little messages, who is willing to validate and support you. Don’t settle for someone who gets mad at you for your mood swings or invalidates your feelings.
    We deserve a kind, loving, supporting relationship as much as anyone else.

I deleted your number so that I wouldn’t
be able to call you on a day like this
Where I can hardly breathe without you
I can hardly breathe at the thought
that you’re not here and it’s been one of those days where you’re the only one I know who can make it better

I can’t stop crying and I’m so scared
Cause what if you’re the only one who’s ever gonna love me
or worse what if you’re the only one I’m ever gonna be able to love like I loved you
The naive kind of love
I can’t believe I was so lucky to love you
kind of love
Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do kind of love

I’m crying on the train home with tears smearing my lips
With my heart bleeding so hard I feel like it could pour out onto the train tracks

But you’re gone
You’re gone
I know that you’re gone

Ah ha ha Jontron fans are replying to that post I made saying I feel so fooled now that I’m realizing how terrible he is, and saying I have my head up my ass, and how dare I not find him funny or good anymore because of his political ideologies

Do y’all not realize that I was a fan? For YEARS? Since before he was on Game Grumps?!

I DEFENDED HIM during the r-word debacle. Cuz, hey, he just didn’t know! He made a mistake! Surely he’ll learn and get better! But he didn’t. He refused to learn. And things have only gotten worse since then.

He literally said, in a recent stream, that abortions shouldn’t be covered by health care because no-one should have to “pay for your mistakes”.

I am a cis woman. I have reproductive health issues. An accidental pregnancy could literally kill me and the baby, and an abortion would be the difference between my life and death. But no-one should help me with that, cuz I should pay for my own mistakes. Even if I’m raped, or in a consensual situation say the condom breaks - that’s my fault and I guess I should just die since I can’t afford such a procedure.

He also, even when still with Game Grumps, used the ‘N’ word and they had to edit it out. He thought it was funny. It’s not funny.

He also has shown support for Donald Trump (liking his tweets, in a stream referring to him as ‘an effective president, etc). Donald Trump is an Islamophobic, racist, ableist, misogynist rapist. (Google it, I’m not explaining all that shit.) 

I can’t find anyone funny who supports all of this. I can’t. It’s ruined for me. And I’m sad, because tbh watching Jontron’s Halloween specials was a yearly tradition for me and my family, but I can’t enjoy it anymore.

My head isn’t up my ass, y’all. I’m seeing clearly, and what I’m seeing disappoints and saddens me.

Ugh I hate the whole “kids these days don’t have any respect my parents beat me and I learned RESPECT” and it’s like ok I grew up in a very strict house where physical and mental punishments were handed out frequently and this is what I learned

-How to lie really well even about ridiculous little things because I was never sure if the truth would get me in trouble

-How to over analyze the body language and tones of voice of everyone around me because I was taught people can snap at any moment and you have to be hyper-aware of your surroundings and the reactions of people

-How to push others in front of me so I could avoid getting hurt

-How to push myself in front of others to protect them from getting hurt

-How to “build alliances” with people toward temporary goals meanwhile knowing at any moment you might have to turn your “ally” in so you can escape punishment

-How to not ever attempt to do things because failure is way way way worse than not attempting

-How to mold myself into a moment so I can become a completely different person depending on the reactions of people around me.

Like knowing these things aren’t worth any level of “respect” I may have accidentally been taught while living in fear of the adults who were meant to care for and protect me. 

“Some people don’t know what they have until it’s gone.”

“But what about the ones who do know? The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look on helplessly while they lost the thing they loved the most.

Isn’t it so much worse for them?”


lang leav

-her (MIS) i badly cherished those moments with you before it was taken away from us

The Way Home (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,978

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, excessive cheese(cake)

A/N: The exes finally have a chat, but does it make things better, or worse? Thanks for reading. If I missed your tag and had replied to you that you were added, please let me know. Otherwise tags and perma tags are closed until my next series.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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Imagine Teaching Human!Cas How to Shower

Author’s Note: I love the though of Cas not knowing mundane human things. For real though, did someone teach Cas how to shower? How does he keep his vessel looking so fresh and clean? I need some answers SPN. - Haley xx 

The hunt went from good to bad to worse in a matter of seconds. The vampire nest was infested and right after you sliced one’s head off, another came up from behind and cut down your arm. Cas killed it before it could feed off of you or turn you.

Cas helped you back to the impala and held you in his lap all the way back because of how bad you were shaking. You didn’t notice Cas had got his chest sliced opened, so when everyone stumbled into The Bunker, his white button down was now matted to his chest from yours, his, and vampire blood.

“I’ll patch up Sam, you go see if your boyfriend needs any help,” Dean said.

You nodded your head and pulled Cas into your bathroom. “Cas, it’s probably better to shower before I see if you need stitched up, so go ahead and hop in,” you nodded at the shower.

He looked at the shower before looking back at you and slowly saying, “How do I actually use a shower?”

“You’ve never took a shower before?” Cas shook his head. “Strip down.”

You turned on the water and let Cas change out of his dirty clothes. Cas stepped in and you undressed fast and got in a few seconds later. He was staring at the water, his back to you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and Cas blushed. “Should we be showering together?”

“A lot of couples do,” you smiled. “Put your head under the water.”

You watched Cas do as you said and he smiled. “Feels quite nice.” He turned around and you gasped at the wound on his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, running your hand close the irritated skin.

“I am fine,” Cas said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I had to make sure you were okay. You were scared when the hunt was over. How is your arm?”

“I’m fine, but you’re not an angel anymore, Cas. You have to tell me if you get hurt,” you said.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, lifting your chin up and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “I will next time.”

“Good,” you whispered back.

Cas smiled. He grabbed a bottle from your shower rack and squinted at it. “How are all these chemicals supposed to clean my vessel? This makes no sense.”

You laughed and grabbed it from him. “I’m not sure, Cas. I just know they work.”

You showed Cas the difference between shampoo and conditioner and why different soaps are just all around better. Cas accidental emptied out half of your shaving cream all over the shower walls when trying to figure it out. In the end, you and Cas both smelled of strawberries.

“I like smelling like you,” Cas said. You should him how to properly wrapped a towel around his waist so it wouldn’t fall down and expose himself to the entire world. You sat on top of your bathroom counter, a towel wrapped you as well, finishing stitching up Cas. “Strawberry is a nice scent. We should shower together more.”

“I’m glad you found it enjoyable,” you giggled.

“Of course I did,” Cas said. “I was with you.”

“[…] I could see that this would be a long day and I asked Marilyn what time she thought we might be through. “Oh, I don’t know, probably very late,” she said. Then she added, “Your wife is expecting you.”
“Not. That. It’s just…well, you know, the baby Suzanne, she likes to see me before she goes to sleep. But it’s okay really.”
“She’ll survive,” Marilyn said. Considering her childhood, I imagined she was thinking that there are a lot worse things that can happen to a kid than not having her father to tuck her in for one night.
“It’s tough on Judi,” I said, “because I’m away so much.”
That night we worked late, and when we were through, Marilyn was tired, though she did say sorry to me as she returned to her dressing room. By the time I got back to our apartment on Orange Grove, Suzanne was fast asleep. Judi was still awake, sitting in the living room with a smile on her face. “Why are you up?” I asked. Some had come to the door and woken her. I was a deliveryman holding two dozen roses and a note from Marilyn Monroe:
“Sorry for keeping Larry so late.”
That blew me away. And it still touches me.
-Lawrence Schiller-

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: sebastian stan has no idea how important he is, or how much people appreciate him, he does incredible work and makes such an impact on people constantly, and yet he says he thinks things about himself worse than anything any critic could say about him. why doesn't he see himself the way i see him, why doesn't he know his value, why is he so hard on himself
Santa Baby

Request: Wil you plz plz plz plz plzzzzzzz do an imagine for Peter Parker that is inspired by Santa baby?????

Could you do #3 , Santa baby for Peter Parker !

AN: I know christmas is over but i’m still in the holiday mood lmao

Peter Parker x Reader

Send me a song from my holiday prompt list!

Originally posted by thorsodison

“No peeking, Y/N!” Peter yelled at me. 

“I’m not I promise!” 

Peter Insisted that I see his uniform for work because he said, and I quote, absolutely ridiculous. To which I replied “It can’t be that bad!”. So here we were, in his room, with me covering my eyes while he put on his said uniform.

“You know, things can’t really get any worse than wearing a red and blue spandex suit.” I said. 

“Hey! Don’t hate the suit!” He whined. I smirked.

“What’s taking so long?” I laid back on his bed, hands still covering my eyes. Rustling was heard from where Peter was changing.

“I’m almost done.” I heard a zip. “Okay, open your eyes.”

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Forgiving Dean

Originally posted by casfallsinlove

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam
Word count: 866
Warnings: Angst, character death

Part 1- Strong Too Long

Dean’s POV
It killed me. Every time I walked into a room, you were become a shell of yourself. You looked almost fearful of me. What did I say to you? What had I done in the time between the hunt, and you waking us up sobbing? Every morning I woke up, wanting to pull you close and beg for your forgiveness. And then I’d see you, and my resolve would shatter. I couldn’t get within a few feet of you without you shrinking away from me.

I knew that Sam saw the pain in my eyes. I could tell when I’d look over and see that look on his face. Seeing that made my chest clench, knowing that I was the one who broke you. More and more, I avoided you. Just so I didn’t make things worse, and so I didn’t feel my heart break more and more.

A week after you woke us up, I heard your laughter echo through the bunker. It was like the sound my ears had been hungering for. Getting up off the bed, I followed it. My feet moved quicker, running through the halls. I found you in the library, laughing at something on the laptop. When she looked up at saw me, for a split second, it was like you were smiling at me. Just for a moment…I felt hope.

And then it fell. The sadness returned, and the beautiful sound of your laughter was gone. My brother was picking up the pieces, my brother was by your side, building back up the beautifully strong woman that you truly were.

Licking my lips, I slowly moved forward. “Y/N.” I said softly, seeing you swallow. You were scared. “I-I don’t know what I did. I don’t know what I said, but I will do anything to make it up to you.” I moved around the table, kneeling next to your chair. “Please, I’m begging you…Tell me what I said, what I did. Tell me so I can make it up to you.” I held your hands gently in mine.

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I still remember the first time you kissed me… you held me in your arms afterwards and I was so happy.
It really was that simple - You and me in love, holding each other close and looking into each other’s eyes. Why can’t things be that simple again? Why can’t we go back to that? Why do things have to be so complicated and messed up between us?
I’ll never understand how something that felt so right could turn so wrong… How we could be so inseparable one moment and so completely separate the next. We don’t speak to one another… and what’s even worse is that we don’t even talk about each other either. It’s like we never happened… like it was all so terrible that it had to be completely forgotten and its existence denied.
But it wasn’t terrible was it… we were happy together and I know you remember that. And I wonder sometimes what it was all for in the end? Because I’m certainly no happier now than I was when we were together… and for all your reasons to leave I’m not convinced that you are either…
—  Ranata Suzuki | What was it all for?

“I don’t mind tellin’ you this, Walter,” she said, “because you won’t understand and you won’t remember. There was a wicked ole witch once called Black Aliss. She was an unholy terror. There’s never been one worse or more powerful. Until now. Because I could spit in her eye and steal her teeth, see. Because she didn’t know Right from Wrong, so she got all twisted up and that was the end of her.
“The trouble is, you see, that if you do know Right from Wrong, you can’t choose Wrong. You just can’t do it and live. So… if I was a bad witch I could make Mister Salzella’s muscles turn against his bones and break them where he stood… if I was bad. I could do things inside his head, change the shape he thinks he is, and he’d be down on what’d been his knees and begging to be turned into a frog… if I was bad. I could leave him with a mind like a scrambled egg, listening to colours and hearing smells… if I was bad. Oh, yes.” There was another sigh, deeper and more heartfelt. “But I can’t do none of that stuff. That wouldn’t be Right.”
She gave a deprecating little chuckle. And if Nanny Ogg had been listening, she would have resolved as follows: that no maddened cackle from Black Aliss of infamous memory, no evil little giggle from some crazed vampyre whose morals were worse than his spelling, no side-splitting guffaw from the most inventive torturer, was quite so unnerving as a happy little chuckle from a Granny Weatherwax about to do what’s best.

– Right and Wrong | Terry Pratchett, Maskerade

Okay so...

This is one of my favorite Ziam moments:

The fact that they even kept this in the video is still surprising to me. Anyway, what I love about it is how nonchalant it is; Zayn looks perfectly content to have Liam on his lap and is untroubled even when Liam starts acting silly for the camera. It just looks like an every day thing. 

However, what made this moment better/worse for me was when I saw this:

It is clearly from the same day/place (SNL) though I don’t know if this was before or after the previous gif. Once again Liam is being silly for the camera while Zayn could care less (talking or warming up) in the background. From this moment we can see that there is a TV on the wall. 

Now looking back at this moment:

I used to not be sure if Zayn was talking to someone out of frame but now I’m fairly certain he was just watching TV. Though its quick, it also looks like Liam’s head is tilted up in the direction of the screen before he turns to the camera. So…they were just casually sitting like this while watching TV. Pardon my language but that is some cute domestic shit. 

I don’t know why I love it but I do. 

*not my gifs

Hey honey! 
Taylor, thank you for everything you’ve helped me through. Your songs (especially my child dear john) have helped me through so much. Thank you for always being there to comfort me when I’ve felt my worse. Thank you for always believing in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. You’ve always been there to let me know that things will get better and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you. You mean more to me than words could describe. This probably sounds really cheesy, but I promise, I mean every word. You’re so beautiful and inspiring, never change. It’s been an honor looking up to you all these years. 
I love you to the moon and back, 

Obi-Wan and Anakin Watch The Season Finale

[a continuation of this post, in which Obi-Wan and Anakin get really into watching a soap opera/serial drama that is totally not exactly like their own lives]

Obi-Wan: [clutching a tissue, red-eyed] I…I can’t believe they DID THAT.
Anakin: [wiping tears with the heel of his palm, sniffling] Holy shit. I’m gonna be messed up about this for weeks. [typing into his Twitter, talking as he types] “Unfollow me now…this is gonna be the only thing I Tweet about…”
Obi-Wan: How could he betray his best friend like that? I’m never going to be OK again. 
Anakin: I don’t know, man, I don’t know. I am so fucked up by this. 
Obi-Wan: I can’t believe the president turned out to be the guy behind it all along. I thought that was just a crazy fan theory. I…I just…
Anakin: I thought they couldn’t make anything worse after they killed off the mom in season 2.
Obi-Wan: When he said that thing about how he’d always considered them brothers…[voice cracks] And then he had to kill him…[blows nose]
Anakin: [reading his phone] OK, the holonet is already saying they think he’s not actually dead.  
Obi-Wan: Oh right, like he’s just gonna come back next season as, what? A half-human cyborg? 
Anakin: Man I’m not putting anything past the writers at this point, OK?
Obi-Wan: Can we please talk about how his wife was pregnant with twins though?
Anakin: I was not ready for that.