this is because you said you hate my face ok

anonymous asked:

Do the stop aging at 18 for the nurserydex soulmate thing

Thanks for the prompt! Sorry this is late, I fucked around for a crazy long time before I got something good. Hope you like it!

Prompt:  Stop aging at 18 years old until you meet your soulmate


“I love you.”

Nursey said it quietly, clearly, like a secret he wasn’t meant to keep.

Dex’s face went dark. “Fuck you,” he spat.

Nursey’s mouth dropped open, and his eyebrows rose in shock.

Dex was furious. His entire body tensed, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed and his fists clenched. For a moment, Nursey thought he was going to deck him.

Then Dex ducked his head, and he began to cry. Tears tore out of him; his chest heaved, and his shoulders trembled violently. Each breath was a low, hoarse wail. Dex wrapped his arms around his face, but they did nothing to hide his pain, the tempest of sorrow raging within him. Nursey reached a hand out to him, but Dex ducked away.

No!” he shouted sharply. “No,” he moaned quieter. His head snapped up. He looked a mess. Pain was messy. “You – you kept me waiting. You made me wait for fucking 300 years. Where were you? Where were you when I was forced to flee my country? Where were you when I had nobody but sheep to talk to for half a century? Where were you when I was sent to war, or when I had nothing to eat but bone scraps, or when I had to walk across half a continent to find a home? Where were you when my mother died? I’ve watched my family, my friends, everyone I’ve ever loved grow old and turn to dust, all because I was waiting for you.” 

Tears spilled from Nursey’s eyes, but his were quiet. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I love you, and I’m sorry.”

This time, when he reached for Dex, he wasn’t pushed away. Dex opened his arms to him, and they tangled around each other. Nursey petted Dex’s hair and held him tightly as his body shook. Dex pressed his face into Nursey’s shoulder, muffling his cries. Dex sobbed for a long time, but for nowhere near three centuries. Nursey cradled him in the quiet.

Eventually they both calmed, and Nursey drifted toward sleep. He was pulled back by Dex’s quiet voice.

“I love you, too.” Dex sniffed. “But – I’m so angry I can’t stand it sometimes.”

“I know.” Nursey rubbed slow circles into Dex’s back.

“You don’t deserve that. I feel – I feel tainted, because I’m angry. You deserve better.”

Nursey pulled back a little and scrunched his eyebrows. “You love me?”

Dex nodded.

“Then that settles it.”

“Settles what? That doesn’t settle anything,” Dex said in disbelief. Tears streamed down his cheeks again, carving the same old path down his face. “That doesn’t just cancel out that sometimes – “ There was a minute of silence.

“What?” Nursey prompted gently.

“Sometimes I hate you, too.”

Nursey pulled Dex against him. “That’s OK.”

“How can you just be OK with that?” Dex choked out between sobs.

“The love makes it worth it. We can work through the rest, because the love makes it worth it.”

Going through the Adam Driver tag, I am curious: Why do people hate him?

Sure, if he did something problematic, I’d get it, but those who hate him complain about his looks and things about him, like being in the military. And I just don’t get it?

Ok, 1, don’t be a jerk about people thinking he is attractive. Some jerks post things that say something akin to, “I hate Adam Driver, he literally looks like a trash can. What a fucking tool.” It is fine that you don’t find him attractive, I have no problem with it, but don’t hate a guy simply because other people do. You can get annoyed with his fans who say and do things that are questionable, but the man himself has never thought of himself as being handsome, has never been got pigheaded after getting fame. 

“I have been told before that I have an unusual face. But my face is my face. I had a whole life before acting, over the years. Lots of things have been said about my face.”

2, people hate him because of him being in the military. That’s it. Not because of his views, not because of anything he did, just that. One person had posted that they hated him because, they “don’t like organized groups and the military is the epitome of organized groups.” Ok? What the fuck does that have to do with Adam Driver? So many people have been in the military, are you going to hate them all? And guess what? The community you live in? That is a organized group. Your workplace? Organized group. Your family? Organized group. Just think about that. 

3, Adam has never forgotten that as a white male he has privilege, and he never has used it over anyone. 

“I’m a straight, white male, and I’ve had more opportunities than other people have, unjustly. And I’ve been lucky on top of that.“

He continued, "It’s so insane to me. That’s why I like being a part of ‘Girls,’ because it’s such a female-driven show. I see so many actors and friends who are so f-king good-but for one reason or another, because they’re female or African American, there aren’t as many opportunities for them. It’s total bullsh-t. My wife is an actress. She’s had to audition for, you know, 'Blonde Girl #3.’ There’s just such sh-ty writing and not as many opportunities.”

He is very aware, and he knows that is partially the reason why he got it, so if you are to be upset with anyone, be upset with the casting directors who ignore other actors who deserve as much, or in some cases, more of chance than him. But Kylo Ren was not simply handed to him. Eddie Redmayne had auditioned for Kylo Ren before Adam Driver was approached, and there may have been others who had auditioned, but JJ Abrams saw him and thought he was perfect. He got this particular part because he is a damn good actor, and I honestly don’t know anyone who could play the part better. 

I am not saying that he is a perfect person who had done no wrong, but he isn’t an awful human being that deserves all this crap simply for the reasons listed above. Come to me when he actually does something to deserve hate, and then we will talk. 

I havent really felt like being on tumblr much

I’m currently dealing with 2 sometimes 3 of my colleagues being difficult in work and it’s making it just really shit right now so when i go to draw I just lose the motivation very quickly

Often before I even pick up the pen.

They’re basically being mean girls, which considering they’re 15 and 20 years my senior is saying something. I’ve taken a few days off work to try and feel better. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm really anxious because I think things will go the way you said. The balloon squad won't like to see Sana hanging with Even, probably because Even said/did bad things that hurt them (maybe about Islam?). And Even never came back to say sorry/explain himself, because maybe he thought "is it worth it? will they forgive me?" ("I'm just going to hurt you then you'll hate me). We all know that Even tend to run from his problems, from himself. I think he will face it now, and it's going to hurt.

ANON THIS IS EXACTLY MY THEORY

ok like,,,,, YES i definitely think that whatever falling out even had with the balloon squad has something to do with islam. we know from what sonja says that even studied islam, and we know he was best friends with mikael who is muslim, and we know that during a manic episode he wrote some “crazy” sounding stuff on facebook. so maybe whatever he wrote was about islam and somehow came off as offensive? it’s something that would isolate him from both sides - islamophobic/ignorant people would see it and dismiss it as “crazy” (like vilde when she tells isak), but even’s friends would also see it and that could make them feel as though he was disrespectful, etc.

so yeah. instead of trying to explain what happened, even just deleted all his social media, and presumably lost contact with his old friends who are now coming back into his life through sana. so maybe sana knows something happened between even and the others but doesn’t know exactly what, and when she finds out, even will finally be in a position where he has to own up to it, to clarify and, hopefully, make amends.

Paul Request

I hope you had a great thanksgiving!! Can I have a Paul imagine where he hasn’t join the pack and him and the reader are like best friend. Then the reader would date a vampire and that triggers the wolf inside of Paul, around Christmas the vampire left her and Paul is not talking to her because the whole wolf pack thing. Then she came running to Paul’s house and he imprints on her, lastly the vampire came back after the reader and Paul got together. Sorry that’s like a lot :/


You honked the horn playful as you pulled into Paul’s driveway; almost right away he came running out tugging on a flannel shirt over his t-shirt. “Good afternoon,” you cheerfully grinned. “You just wake up?”

“How can you tell,” he said blankly with a chuckle.

“Because I know you well enough. Oh, and there still some drool on your cheek,” you laughed as he quickly flailed his arm at his cheek and rubbed the saliva away.

“Tell me again why you wanted me to come out with you today.”

“I want you to meet Adrian,” you reminded him. You saw him snarl to himself. “Oh, stop that,” you swatted him. “He’s a nice guy.”

“A nice guy would take you out on a nice day, not a dark, rainy one like today. And he’d pick you up for that matter too.”

“He’d have to go out of his way to pick me up so we’re meeting there. You haven’t even met him why are you acting like you hate him?”

“Because as far as I’m concerned no guy is ever gunna’ be good enough for my best friend,” he said turned away from you so you couldn’t see his disappointed face. You ignored the tone in his voice and kept looking straight, maybe if he wasn’t your best friend you’d date the guy.

You pulled into the parking lot and turned off your car. “Paul,” you turned to him, “do me a favor. Pretend to like Adrian. Give him a shot, ok? We’ve been dating for two months now and he’s been good to me. Promise me you’ll give him a shot?”

“I promise.” With that you two jumped out of the car and booked it out of the rain and into the restaurant.

“There he is,” you smiled and waved. “Adrian, hey,” you walked over and hugged him. Paul watched as Adrian shot a glare towards him as you hugged him. “Adrian, this is my best friend Paul. Paul, this is Adrian.” As soon as he saw him something went off in Paul. He didn’t like the guy, his blood started to boil, he could feel himself starting to sweat.

“I’ve heard a lot about you Paul,” Adrian said offering his hand.

Paul fought the urge to recoil from the coldness of Adrian’s hand. “Same here.”

“I got us a table for three, they said it should be ready any minute now,” Adrian smiled towards you.

You poked Adrian’s side, “Are you actually going to eat this time or just sit and watch me again,” you joked.

“I actually had a late breakfast so I’m not that hungry.”

“You and your eating habits…so weird,” you told him. “Paul can eat 24/7 and still be hungry,” you laughed and turned towards Paul. “Paul, are you ok? You look sick.”

“I…ugh,” he stammered, “I think I need a minute,” he rushed past you and ran into the bathroom.

“Is your friend ok?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “He was fine in the car. I’m going to go check on him,” you left Adrian and poked your head into the men’s bathroom. Since you didn’t see any guys in there you went inside and found the shut stall door. “Paul,” you softly said, “let me in.”

“No,” he growled, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Like what? Sick? Paul, I took care of you when you had the flu, I’m sure I can handle it.”

Reluctantly, he came out of the stall, a puddle starting to show on his undershirt. “You look awful, Pauly. I’m taking you home.”

“I’m fine,” he tried to dismiss you.

“Don’t argue with me, we’re going home. Let’s go. Go out to the car,” you handed him the keys, “I’ll be there in a second.”

You two left the men’s room and you walked towards Adrian. “Is your friend alright?”

“No, I’m afraid not. I have to take him home, I think he’s caught the flu or something. I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” he reassuringly smiled. “Go take care of your friend. We can go out later this week, yeah?”

“That sounds perfect.”

All ride home Paul was twisting and yelling out in pain. “I’m taking you to the res. Doctor, Paul, there’s something wrong.” As soon as you pulled into the small parking lot you were out and to his side. “Come on,” you lifted him out of the car and half dragged him into the office.

“What happened,” the Doctor asked. After you explained everything to him he nodded at you. “Go home, Y/N, we’ll call his family and take care of Paul here. Nothing to worry about.”

And that was the last time you saw Paul. After that day he refused to take your calls, refused to call you back, and every time you went to his house he wasn’t there. You had lost your best friend and had no idea why.

Months had passed and the snow was falling. It was December 19th and Adrian was leaving tomorrow to spend the holiday’s with his family. You grabbed your coat and drove to the cafe you were meeting him at. “Hi,” you brightly smiled at your boyfriend.

“Hey,” he said lacking luster. “I got you a coffee,” he handed the cup to you.

“Thanks. What the matter? You seem…off.”

“Y/N, sit down, we need to talk.”

“Ok….”

“I have to breakup with you.” Before you could ask why he continued, “I’m moving back towards my family. I didn’t expect to stay around here this long, but I did, and now I need to go. And I can’t continue our relationship once I go. Hell, I shouldn’t have started dating you in the first place.”

“So dating me was a mistake now?”

“Yeah, I guess it was.”

“Then have a nice life in wherever the hell you’re going,” you slammed your drink on the table and left.

You drove back to your house and slammed the door. After all these months of him acting like everything was perfect he changes his mind. He regrets your relationship now?! You grabbed your phone and dialed the number you knew by heart. “You’ve reached Paul. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you,” the voicemail you’d heard so often these past few months flooded your ears.

“Paul, it’s me…again. I…I know you don’t want to talk to me, I’ve gotten that message but…but I really need my best friend to talk to right now,” you felt tears weld in your eyes. But you were felt more sad about not reaching Paul than about having just broken up with your boyfriend. “Please, when you hear this, give me a call.”

Hours had passed and you still weren’t feeling tired. This whole time you sat stirring in anger; anger that Adrian had broken up with you, anger that he said you were a mistake, but mostly anger that Paul had heard the pain in your voice on all your calls and he still had chosen to ignore you.

It stirred and stirred until finally you felt it rupture. You shot up, grabbed your keys, and started speeding towards Paul’s house on the reservation.

His car was in the driveway and the lights were on. You stomped up the porch and let yourself in his home, slamming the door shut. Before you could enter the living room Paul stepped into view. “Y/N?” His face shifted from a confused stare to a blank look, like he wasn’t thinking anything.

“You’ve got some real nerve, you know that?” You pushed him out of your way and started pacing around the room. “Four months, you’ve been ignoring me. Four months, Paul! I must have left you a dozen messages, I must have come over a handful of times trying to catch you, but all those aren’t as bad as what happened tonight.” You picked up the phone on the couch and saw that he had listened to the voicemail you’d left him last night.

“I called you tonight needing to talk to my best friend and you ignored me! You listened to the message, or maybe you just straight deleted it, but I needed you and you were too self centered to-,” all he was doing was blankly staring at you. “Why are you just looking at me? Didn’t think I’d have the balls to come over here and tell you how much of a di-,” you were cut off by Paul’s lips crashing on yours.

“What,” you asked in a daze after he let go.

“I’ve loved you for years now I just never said anything and when I met Adrian…well something happened to me and…”

“So you stopped talking to me because I was dating Adrian?”

“No…Y/N, there’s a lot that I think you deserve to know.” And that’s when he told you everything.

*1 month later*

You and Paul were driving from town back towards the res. The pack was having another bonfire tonight and Paul had taken you out on a date and now you two were heading back. “Hey, can we stop by my house real quick? I forgot my coat and I’m not a personal heater like you guys are?” Paul grinned and laughed at your meekness.

“Who’s car is that,” Paul said turning on your street.

“That’s…Adrian’s.” You heard Paul starting huffing angrily right away. “Calm down, Pauly. I’m sure it just looks like his car, it’s probably not even his.” He reluctantly pulled over and you two made your way to the front door. Just a few steps away, Adrian stepped out from the shadows. “Adrian?”

“Y/N, hey.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you were doing. What’s that smell,” he said with a disgusted face.

“That’d be me,” Paul said bitterly.

“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you? I’d heard rumors about you guys. Can I have a second with Y/N?”

“No,” you both said at the same time. “What do you want, Adrian?”

“I wanted to apologize. I was a real jerk and it was because I was panicking. I was afraid to tell you my secret and afraid to see how you’d react. I’m sorry and I want to make things right.”

“Well thank you, Adrian, but I’ve moved on,” you reached out and grabbed Paul’s hand. “And I’m happy.”

“I understand,” he sadly lowered his head and walked back to his car.

“You’re happy,” Paul grinned like a kids at Christmas as he looked at you.

“Yeah, I am. For now at least,” you quipped at the end and poked his side, running up and into your house.

“Hey,” he chuckled and tried to sound offended. Then he took off after you, determined to make you pay.

anonymous asked:

I'm the guy who you kindly helped a few weeks back with my gf. I wanted to update you and let you know how she is. About a week ago I overheard her talking with her friend about asexuality and I heard her say she doesn't believe it exists. So later I asked her about it and she confirmed to me that she likes sex, just not with men. So I said you know I will always be here for you even if we're not a couple and she got upset and changed the subject. Then she didn't contact me for a couple days P1

Continued: Then she texted me + told me everything. She is 99% sure she is gay. She couldn’t say it to my face because she’s wasted my time. I said this is just one story in my life, but this is a huge part of her life and that it’s ok. She is moving in next month. She feels better now. She hates tumblr but I told her the name of this blog if she needs your help. We’re going to sort out everything else (what we tell her parents etc) later. Truly thank you for the guidance, you’ve been a blessing. P2
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I’m so glad that you updated me, you have been in my thoughts. I am so grateful that you looked out for her and that you are helping her be okay. What you said about one story vs her life is very wise and very kind.

I know there is a whole lot to sort out, but you have been a tremendous friend to her and I am glad she wasn’t left alone in this. I know this was difficult on both sides and a tough situation.

Thank you for looking out for my lesbian sister. I truly appreciate it. I’m here if either of you needs any help that I might be able to give.

I hope that life is kind and wonderful for you both ❤️

3

Saw Hedwig tonight with me brother and I was definitely not disappointed. I was in the second row in the seat on the left end.
During ‘Sugar Daddy’ when he jumped off the stage he went a few rows back and did the car wash to a man and then took his glasses off and licked them and handed them back. Then he walked over to me looked at me messed up my hair, turned around and sat on me. (At this point my heart was beating so fast and I was minor-lay freaking out). Then he laid back onto me and my brother, licked my brothers face, sat up said “one for you too baby!” Licked my face and then got up. When he got back on the stage he pointed to the two of us and said “you two can share that later.” I was freaking out!! (The actual kiss went to a bald guy in the front, who he kissed on the top of the head lol).
After the show, by the stage door, the security people came out and told everyone not to ask for selfies because Darren had to get through a lot of people (understandable). HOWEVER, when he got to me the nice girl in front of me said oh honey you gotta say something to him. And he was like “what? You wanna talk ok let’s talk!” And I was like “oh yeah. Thanks for this [lipstick all over my face!],” as I was trying to hand him my phone to sign and he just took my phone and was about to sign it but stopped and was like “oh ya know I don’t do selfies because I have a lot of people to get through and I just hate them so much. They’re just the worse.” He was saying all this while taking selfies with me on my phone and doing his classic pose.

And that’s the story of how I got licked by Darren Criss and was the only one in the stage door crowd to get an actual selfie with him.

Stop quoting Stiles!

Originally posted by abrazos-psicologicos-gratis1313

Requested by anonymous: can you please do a dylan o'brien imagine where he’s been dating y/n for a while and they finally confirmed it and she’s getting a bunch of hate on social media and he gets protective of her and makes a statement about it?

WORDS: 232

GIF IS NOT MINE

WARNING:

A/N: Enjoy!

Y/N P.O.V.

I closed my laptop and I try not to cry, I put my face on my pillow and I heard Dylan getting out of the bathroom.

“Babe, can you do a…. are you ok?”

I nod and he sits on the bed.

“Are you sure?” I nod again. “Let me see your face, look at me.”

“No.”

“Please.”

I sit down and I looked at him, my face was red for crying.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He puts me on his lap and I hug him.

“Since you said we were dating I can’t even post a picture on my instagram because everyone keeps sending me hate. I’m not even going on twitter anymore.”

“I’m so sorry. Really, I’m really sorry, babe.”

I put my face on his chest.

“I don’t want you seeing me cry.”

“But I think you look really beautiful when you cry.” He said.

“Stop quoting Stiles!” I said and he laughed.

“He’s your favorite. And it’s true.”

He grabbed his phone and opened twitter.

“What are you doing?”

I saw him typing and I smiled.

@DylanOBrien: pls stop sending hate to my girlfriend, she don’t deserve this, she likes everyone and supports me so please, don’t send hate to her :) love u guys

“Do you think it will help?”

“It will help a little.” He kissed me. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

klaroline + "i dont want someone less terrible than you... i want you!"

Super short, but I hope you enjoy this!


“I just killed twelve people.” Caroline said, her mind finally catching up with what she had done a few hours ago, the realisation dawning on her coldly.

She couldn’t look at Klaus in the eyes, she didn’t want to see his anger or his disappointment because she already knew she had fucked up, but most importantly, she didn’t want to see any sympathy in them. She didn’t feel as if she deserved it.

But then he touched her arm and she was feeling as if she couldn’t breathe, his soft “Hey” lured her gaze to his.

“You like you’re in need of comfort.” He said and she nodded eagerly, needing him to do or say something, because no matter how much she denied it, he always made her feel safe strong, so perhaps he could make it all ok… Then his compassionate features turned into a small smirk, his eyes full of anger, which confused her for a second. “Why don’t you find someone less terrible you could relate to?” he asked pointedly, letting go of her arm.

Caroline stared at him for a couple seconds, trying to process what had just happened.

Part of her really wanted to turn around and walk away, to leave him behind and convince herself that he was right – he was just a terrible person that she would never be able to relate to.

But she was tired and hurt and she wanted him to understand… The words were out of her mouth before she realised she had utter them.

“You are an asshole. You kill people and you like it. You made my friends’ lives miserable… You are a terrible person.” Caroline yelled, pushing him away as she turned around, tears already starting to fall from her eyes.

“Yes, Caroline, you said that last night.” He cut in acidly.

She turned to face him, wincing at how hurt he looked and she knew couldn’t stop talking, “I know, ok? I know I’m a total dick to you all the time. I know that I keep pushing you away and hurting you, just because I can’t deal with the fact that I have feelings for you. And I hate doing it. I hate doing it, because I care about you and I don’t want to hurt you and I keep telling myself that you deserve it since you are a terrible person… But I just killed twelve witches and they are not the first people that I’ve murdered. Also, I just made it possible so that a billion years old monster or whatever can come back to life and basically destroy the world. So I guess that qualifies me as a terrible person as well. And now you are doing to me what I do to you and I can’t handle it… I just- I don’t want someone less terrible than you, I want you.”

Klaus’s face was hard as he listened to Caroline and he kept on staring at her once she was finished, which didn’t help her to calm down as she waited for his reaction.

And then, in a fraction of a second, she felt his strong arms around her, pulling her closer. She melted into the hug, a sob escaping her lips as she buried her head on the crook of his neck, his hands caressing her hair. “It’s ok, love. Everything will be ok.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, “For being horrible and for fucking up everything with Silas…”

“You’re not horrible, Caroline. You’re not even a terrible person as you so called yourself. You simply have to adjust your morals… You’re no longer human, love. Even if you choose not to kill when you feed or for your amusement, there’ll still be times where you’ll have to take someone’s life for your survival or to protect the lives of those you love. You’re still so young, sweetheart, and you have so much to learn. You’ll understand what I’m saying eventually. As for Silas, I have no doubt that, eventually, they’d complete the ritual. And there were also two other sacrifices, one of them being my fault. It wasn’t only your actions that enabled this to happen.” He said soothingly.

Caroline held him tighter, feeling him smile against her hair. “Thank you… For staying with me, for digging the graves, for this…”

“Always.” He vowed.

And maybe it was a little strange, considering he refused to comfort her only moments ago, but somehow, she knew in her heart that she could believe in him.

Caroline would deal with the consequences of his promises and of her words later… In that moment, she relaxed in his arms, letting Klaus calm her down and ease her worries.

Perhaps he wasn’t so terrible after all. At least not for her.

Just feel better (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

@clear-skies-and-misty-eyes requested:

Hi, how are you? From the prompt list can you possibly do 20 and 21 with Bucky?

  • Words:  976
  • Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
  • Warnings: None
  • Author notes: (Y/N) is your name.

Friday and the week was finally and gladly over. It hadn’t been the best one, to say the least. You felt like that typical whiny teenager that hated its life, but you didn’t. You loved your friends and they loved you back and life in New York City wasn’t as bad as everyone thought.
 
You officially worked as an HR assistant for Stark Industries, but as Mr. Stark saw you were more than just good at it, you were “promoted” to… It didn’t have a name, but you were the second in charge on preparing the Avengers’ operations. You were organized, tidy and you were great with people so you received a great check every month for your two occupations.
 
You spent a lot of time around the Avengers, so it was no wonder that you bonded with them and that they considered you an important part of the team, even if you didn’t really have any kind of special super power to complement them. Clint was the most sensitive about it and you thanked him for that.
 
Before going home you decided to go to the kitchen at Stark Tower and have yourself a very much deserved soda; then, you started to look back at your week and see what made it so crappy.
 
Monday sucked because you stepped on some poop. Tuesday sucked because you left your keys at home and you had to crash at Bucky’s place. Wednesday sucked because you literally had to break into your own place. Thursday sucked because it was your free day and you had to work anyway because there was a meeting at Stark Industries and you were requested. Friday had sucked because you stayed until very late finishing up some work Tony asked but that he didn’t see.
 
You heavily sighed and took one large sip from the unhealthy drink and then you left the can next to you and rested your head on your crossed arms over the counter. You felt so defeated and thanked whatever god was in heaven for the week having only 5 days.
 
You felt footsteps and a male voice calling you several times, but you didn’t feel like answering; you really just wanted to sleep for a while even though you were not at your place. Your name sounded closer and a pair of different hands held your arms from behind tightly.
 
You didn’t realize that thinking about your awful week got your eyes wet and the man calling you got instantly worried.
 
“Hey (Y/N), you ok?” He asked.
“Yeah, Buck” You said with a cracked voice.
You look like you’re about to cry. What happened?” He asked, cupping your face in his flesh hand.
“I just had a terrible week” You shook your head and sighed “You saw one of my days”
“I know, but… come one, you can’t let that out you down”
“I hate having these kind of weeks because they make me feel like this and I hate it” You pouted on the verge of sobbing
“Doll, you know I’m the expert in bad days” He smiled “and trust me when I say that things will get better”
“What if they don’t?” You asked.
I’m scared right now” He raised his hands in defeat “Where is the (Y/N) that won’t let anything get her down?”
“She has sunk low enough” You rolled your eyes and looked away.
“No, this is not the (Y/N) I know” He cupped your face again “But I’m gonna bring her back, little by little”
 
He leaned forward to kiss your forehead and you felt slightly better. Having him as your best friend was indeed a great thing; he knew what he talked about. He, himself had awful days and he got over them. You wrapped your arms over his torso and soon, the tears that filled your eyes started to dry on their own.
 
“I love you Buck” You muttered, still buried in his chest.
“I love you too doll, and don’t worry, everything will get better”

WHEN YOU THINK YOU KNOW SOMEONE... BUT

So today I found out that my coworker is a fucking racist ass bitch. After last night I was all up in my Richonnes feels, so naturally I woke up this morning wanting to share all of that goodness and tell the world that Richonne is cannon (literally, my neighbor while leaving the house this morning, the girl standing in front of me at Starbucks, Joe the security guy at work). While also sharing my love for my other ships Bamon, Westallen, Ichabbie I even talked about Olicity who is already official up in this bitch. I was all over the damn place.

So I got to work all smiles and all happy, until this hoe came over and asked me why I was so happy, I told her because I just saw the best episode of TWD, then she was like “oh so you watch TWD” I said yes then she said “yeah it was a nice episode but the whole Michonne and Rick thing what was that all about?” look I am like one of these people who is ok with someone not liking my ships, but I sure will try to convince you to jump ship and come to this side of the boat. So I asked her why she didn’t like the pairing just to see what I have to work it. Ok before I go any further, keep in mind that my kids hang out with her kids, I go out clubbing with this bitch; her daughters 8 and 15 are in the same cheer team as my 15 and 8 years old girls respectively, she is married to a Hispanic dude name Jose. So I thought I knew this bitch ok. Until her answer to the question was “because she is BLACK”.

Everything went black, because only the lord knows how I wanted to shoved that stapler down her fucking throat. I gave her that look that says bitch you better get out of my fucking face right. Then she said “well I believe that certain races should not get together”. I was like bitch you married a fucking Jose mother fucking Gonzales, she was like “well he is not black now is he”. So I am getting up right cause I am about to punch a bitch in the face, our other coworker Carol who was listening in to the conversation who is white also came over and pulled me away. So I told her ok so let me guess, this whole time we’ve been hanging out, you coming to my house almost every fucking weekend to chill and have a couple of beer. Our kids getting together to practice and our husbands hanging out, you mean to tell me you were racist this whole time? I was like girl you need to go into acting because WOW. She said “don’t get me wrong I don’t hate black people, I don’t have anything against you, I just don’t think that it is ok for two different races to mingle, it is just not natural”. So Carol was like “wow Hun there is something wrong with you, you need some help… no you need Jesus” I wanted to tell her well I guess when you look at your kids you must be really disappointed because them kids don’t look white to me, then I was like no because you know I have kids and it’s not ok to talk about people’s children like that. So I left it alone and just walked away. Plus nothing could take away my joy today, not even her racist ass. But guess who is going to talk about that shit on tuesday at cheer practice? Yep I am going to let everyone know who this bitch really is.

Joss Whedon Calls “Horsesh*t” On Reports He Left Twitter Because Of Militant Feminists

“When filmmaker Joss Whedon decided to delete his Twitter account on Monday, the day after his film Avengers: Age of Ultron scored the second-highest domestic opening weekend ever, it prompted a flurry of speculation about what, or who, might have driven him away. Whedon found one theory — that he left Twitter due to militant feminists angered over his depiction of Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson) in the film — particularly galling, so much so that he decided to break his silence.

“That is horseshit,” he told BuzzFeed News by phone on Tuesday. “Believe me, I have been attacked by militant feminists since I got on Twitter. That’s something I’m used to. Every breed of feminism is attacking every other breed, and every sub-section of liberalism is always busy attacking another sub-section of liberalism, because god forbid they should all band together and actually fight for the cause.

“I saw a lot of people say, ‘Well, the social justice warriors destroyed one of their own!’ It’s like, Nope. That didn’t happen,” he continued. “I saw someone tweet it’s because Feminist Frequency pissed on Avengers 2, which for all I know they may have. But literally the second person to write me to ask if I was OK when I dropped out was [Feminist Frequency founder] Anita [Sarkeesian].”

What did happen, Whedon said, is that he chose to embrace his longstanding desire post–Age of Ultron to reclaim his personal life and creative spark — and that meant saying goodbye to Twitter. “I just thought, Wait a minute, if I’m going to start writing again, I have to go to the quiet place,” he said. “And this is the least quiet place I’ve ever been in my life. …  

While Whedon is adamant that feminist criticisms were not the catalyst for his decision, it is clear that some of the distracting uproar that was crowding his notifications and squeezing his creativity came from at least a nominally feminist point of view.

“I’ve said before, when you declare yourself politically, you destroy yourself artistically,” he said. “Because suddenly that’s the litmus test for everything you do — for example, in my case, feminism. If you don’t live up to the litmus test of feminism in this one instance, then you’re a misogynist. It circles directly back upon you.”

One example: Before Age of Ultron had opened, Whedon tweeted that he was frustrated that a clip from the upcoming film Jurassic World was “‘70s era sexist” — something Whedon later regretted, telling Variety it was “bad form.” At the same time, Whedon was clearly exasperated by some of the negative commentary about his tweet. “There was a point during the whole Jurassic World thing where someone wrote the phrase ‘championing women marginalizes them,’ and I was like, OK! We’re done! The snake hath et its tail,” he told BuzzFeed News. “There’s no way to find any coherence when everything has to be parsed and decried.”

As far as Whedon is concerned, however, anyone blaming feminists for driving him away from social media are not only wrong, they are missing the point about the relationship between internet trolls and feminists on Twitter.

“For someone like Anita Sarkeesian to stay on Twitter and fight back the trolls is a huge statement,” he said. “It’s a statement of strength and empowerment and perseverance, and it’s to be lauded. For somebody like me to argue with a bunch of people who wanted Clint and Natasha to get together [in Avengers 2], not so much. For someone like me even to argue about feminism — it’s not a huge win. Because ultimately I’m just a rich, straight, white guy. You don’t really change people’s minds through a tweet. You change it through your actions. The action of Anita being there and going through that and getting through that and women like her — that says a lot.”

So while some of the hate directed at Whedon did take the form of death threats, Whedon said he never saw anything on Twitter that escalated to the level of what feminists like Sarkeesian have had to face just about every day. “Nothing that made me go, ‘Wait, they’re calling from my house,’” he said. “It was like, OK, these guys don’t understand about hyperbole.”

Read the full piece here

Fresh (swazz)

| Requested by allisonlollipops: A swazz imagine where you guys hate each other but then the guys make you to be Friends and it ends with something cute?

MASTERLIST

“Ew, John Swift.” I said as I entered Johnsons house.

“Ew, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He said in the same tone.

 I rolled my eyes and walked over to Jack J. “What is she doing here? She’s fucking annoying.”

She is in the room, you stupid.” I didn’t like John or ‘Swazz’ because he’s such a prick.

When we first met, he threw a fucking ball in my face. And let’s not say that it was ‘an accident’. “Do you see me caring?”

“Ok, John.” I answered coldly.

“You two are like fucking 12 year-olds.” Gilinsky shouted.

“I agree. Why the fuck don’t you guys like each other? You are literally the same person.” Nate said.

“The same person?” John and I said at the same time. We looked at each other and scoffed.

“You see?” Nate repeated.

I rolled my eyes at the boys and sat on the couch. John wouldn’t stop me from being friends with the guys, though.

I admit, he was cute. But whenever he opened his mouth, he wasn’t that cute anymore.

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anonymous asked:

Ok I'll tell you why it was bad. My sister asked me why batman and sups stopped fighting. I said with a straight face because their moms share the same name. I don't care how much you like bvs and how "emotional" it was for Bruce, you have to admit that's the lamest/funniest reason to stop fighting. Also, the camera wouldn't stop fucking shaking I thought we were past the bad cinematography with MOS

anon continued: Another thing, I couldn’t stop laughing at Bruce’s weird ass visions so I guess I don’t hate bvs that much since it made me laugh at it. What if… Civil War is getting good reviews because it’s a good movie and Batman v Superman got bad reviews because it was a bad movie? Nah, Marvel is just bribing the critics to get good reviews. That’s the only logical reason.

Okay, sorry, anon, I don’t think you understood, or maybe didn’t try to understand the reasoning behind the Martha thing. Or maybe even the whole movie. 

This explains it quite nicely. But if you need to understand further, here we go:

Basically, the whole movie was based on a monumental and actually realistic misunderstanding between Bruce and Clark that is deeply rooted in modern society’s cynicism. And yes, I’m going to rant, because I’m not just “assuming” that the critics are biased because I liked bvs and they didn’t. I know the critics were biased because many things that they claimed were purposeless or illogical in the film were actually quite purposeful if you bothered to pay attention (such as the Martha thing, for instance)

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He gets a new girlfriend and you dont like her (nash and shawn) part4

Shawn:
Your 16
“Y/n” your dad shouts
“Yeah” i shout back
“Come here i need to tell you something” he shouts back,
I lock my phone and jump up from my bed,
I run down the long spiral stairs,i get to the bottom and
Come to a halt,
I saw my dad there with. Smile in his face,i smile back at him and then my
Eyes wander to the side of him,my face drops,i look to see emily,
My dads girlfriend stood there,
“Whats she doing here?” I ask.
“Dont be rude y/n” dad says,
I sigh loudly
“What do you want to tell me?” I asked impatiently tapping my foot,
“Well..” He starts,
Oh my god are they getting married please no god.
“Emily is moving in with us” he says really fast.
Anger boils up inside of me,clearly dad notices
“Are you ok?” He asks
And then i burst
“AM I OK? WELL SEEING AS YOU WANT TO KNOW SO MUCH ILL TELL YOU,
NO IM NOT OK,MOM DIED OK SHES GONE,AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS GETTING IN ANOTHER GIRLS PANTS,IF YOU THINK IM GOING TO TREAT LIKE A PRINCESS THEN THINK AGAIN,BECAUSE SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER,AND SHE NEVER WILL BE,I HATE HER AND I HATE YOU,FUCK OFF” i scream,
Dads face softens then goes back to angry
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN GET IN ANOTHER GIRLS PANTS,I LOVED YOUR MOTHER AND I LOVE YOU,BUT I HAVE TO MOVE ON,I CANT STAY IN THE PAST OK ,IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH THEN YOU SHOULD GO” he shouts back at me
I cowered down in front of him,dad never shouts.
Tears run down my face,i wipe them away and more quickly replace them
“Ok then,ill go,you stay here and play happy families with her,once you realise i was right,
Dont run back to me with apologies,because i hate you,i hate you so so much,you chose her over me,someone youve barely known for over 2 months,your an idiot,dont call me,or text me,because i dont want to hear it,and as for you” i say pointing at emily
“I hate you” i said as i walked away,
I could hear my dad crying but i honestly couldnt care less,im going to stay with uncle matt,i dont know for how long,but i just cant do with this right now.

Nash:
Your 15
“Y/n whats this on your arm” dad says pointing to a bruise on my arm
“Oh nothing” i say looking down
“I mustve bumped into something” i say trying to laugh it off,
“You’re lying” he said,fuck.
“No im not” i say looking away
“Yes you are,are you getting bullied at school?” He askes concerned
I wish i could tell him,but i just cant,it’ll break his heart,
His girlfriend,jenny. Had been abusing me,from the second we met i knew she was up to something
She hits me any chance she gets,punches me,pinching me,even biting.
Yeah shes that crazy.
I just hate her so much,
I wish she would just leave.
But my dad loves her,even if i told him he wouldnt belive me.
“Please tell me” he said
“Dad you wont believe me” i say looking down again.
“I will just please,i know its hard,yanno not really having a mom to talk to,about this sort of stuff but,i promise im always here for you” he said hugging me,
“Its jenny” i say quietly,
“What about her?” He said letting go of me,
“S-she hits me” i said even quieter
“Dont lie y/n”
“Dad its the truth i promise” i said
“I knew you wouldnt believe me”
“YOU’RE LYING” he shouts
“NO I-” i was cut off by the sound of high heels walking on the marble floor,
I look up and see jenny standing there, i grunt
“JENNY PLEASE TELL ME THAT SHE IS LYING WHEN SHE SAYS YOU HAVE BEEN HITTING
HER” dad screams,jenny looks at me,
I give her a ‘please tell the truth’ sorta look
“I dont know what shes talking about” she says smiling at dad fakely
“WHY WOULD YOU MAKE SOMETHING SO SICK AND TWISTED AS THAT UP”
“IM NOT MAKING IT UP YOU ASSHOLE,ITS TRUE,SHE HITS ME WHEN YOUR NOT AROUND, I DIDNT WANT TO SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’D BE HURT,GO FUCK YOURSELF DAD” i scream,i run upstairs and lock myself in my room and cry for what seems like forever
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YAYAY FINALLY PART 4 mEssage me for part 5:)

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niocmak fanfiC don't lik edon't readd xd

hi im maki nishikikiksnnso an d i lov nico yazawawawa!.!!.!1! jk i haTE HER because i’m tsundere and that so i hate nico!1!1!1!!1

today i was compozing for our gruop of idosl called μ’s like a soap and she came and she was like she was like so serious face and she talked with her mouht and said “hey maki ((((thats my name ehehheheheheheh)))) wanna know somethING???1?2?3” and i was lkie “yayayayyaa ok yazawahebwa show me”

“i kinda like youre face” and then she kissed me so love and i blushinglyyly said “nico i love you i want you i compose thinking of youre imp body and kkis me more pleas”

so we kkissesds and then zurui yO.

A/N: heheheh guys sthanks you for rwadingsss i’ll do nzozoeli later hahahahahahah xDdDdDxDdDd rawr

if you go anon just to submit rude shit to people you are fucking trash. stop acting like you are good fucking person then going anon and putting people down. I am seeing way too much stupid fucking hateful messages to people who I care about and they usually do not even let it phase them but I do not like people saying mean shit to my friends. stop being a fake ass bitch. stop going anon to put people down. just because your face is hidden you still fucking said that and you are still a piece of shit for doing it. just because we can’t see you do something does not make it ok to do. 
get a goddamn hobby and leave them alone you sad pathetic scum. 

A Complicated Love Part37 (Nash Grier)

I kind of froze at the sight of Lilly angry. All my thoughts were broken and my mind had stopped. All I could do was stand there and stare at Lilly. “Either talk or get out of my house.” Lilly said. I shook my head and came back to reality. “Lilly you know I’m sorry. I don’t know what I can do to express that enough. It wasn’t my intention to ever do that to you. You’ve been my best friend for a long time and you know me better than anyone. Even better than Cameron. You have to understand that it wasn’t me. It wasn’t what I meant to do. I’m sorry that happened. Just please forgive me because I miss my best friend.” I pleaded to her. She stood there silent with her arms crossed at me. Her eyes were full of hate but I could see it slowly fade away and a faint smile spread across her face slowly. I smiled faintly back. We stared at each other and the next thing I knew, Lilly came toward me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. Instincts allowed me to wrap my arms around her as well. “I’m sorry Lilly.” I said to her. “It’s ok Als. I forgive you. You’re right I do know you better than anyone else. And with what you just said… I know you’re really sorry.” She said pulling me away from her. I smiled wide at her. I had my best friend back. “Now come on, come tell me about how you and Nash are doing.” She said grabbing my hands and acting all excited. I laughed and rolled my eyes before we walked to the living room. Having her back as my best friend would be the best thing in my life. She’s always been there for me. And with what happened between the two of us… I’ve realized how much she means to me and how important she is in my life.

I wasn’t even paying any attention to time. I was finally just relaxing and having a fun time talking with Lilly for once. We haven’t really sat down and had a long conversation in months ever since me and Nash got together and her and Sam got together. Our friendship was fixed and better than ever. We were laughing at jokes we were making until I heard a knock at the front door. “Who’s that?” I asked. “I’m not sure, I’ll go see.” She said her light and cheerful voice back as she stood up. “I’m gonna go get another drink.” I laughed and walked to the kitchen. I started pouring my drink and then heard the door slam. I didn’t pay too much attention to it. I put the drink back in the fridge and once I shut the door I was instantly turned around to be faced with a furious Sam. “Why are you here? I thought I told you to leave Lilly alone and stay away from her!” He said raising his voice. I looked towards the doorway to the living room to see Jack and Jack standing there. The both of them mouthed out sorry and I returned my attention to Sam. “You can’t possibly think that I’m going to stay away from her. She’s my best fucking friend Sam! I know her better than you ever will. You don’t have to protect her from me all the time. I’m not going to hurt her again.” I said raising my voice a little as well. “You hurt her once you can do it again. And the best way to keep that from happening is keeping you away from her.” He said grabbing onto my wrist. He was making me mad. Even more mad than when Lilly did. The others must have noticed because Lilly pulled Sam away from me and Johnson pushed me away from him as Gilinsky stood with Lilly and Sam.

Johnson put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Relax. Just breath.” He said. My muscles were all tensed up. My body was burning and I’m sure my blood was literally boiling from anger. “How’d he find out  I was here? Why’d you tell him?” I whispered to him. “I didn’t tell him exactly. He came here and it kind of just slipped out.” He whispered back so innocently. I guess I couldn’t be to mad at him. All I could be mad at right now was Sam. I looked over at Sam and saw him staring at me. Our eyes connected and I shook Jack off of me before walking over to Sam. I turned to Lilly and smiled. “I’m just gonna go. I’ll leave you guys to hangout like always.” I said and walked away towards the door. I got to my car and unlocked my door but before climbing in someone yelled my name. Sam. I turned around and saw him running towards me. “What?” I said in an annoyed tone. “Ally I’m sorry. Ok. It’s just Lilly means a lot to me, and I don’t like seeing her hurt. I’ve just wanted to protect her. Keep her safe you know?” He said his eyes looking sad. “Ya Sam I understand that, it’s just she’s my best friend. You protecting her from me wasn’t helping. We had to talk at some point and fix things. How long did you think you could protect her for until I actually got to her?” I asked. “I’m not sure. Longer than this.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “Well listen… me and Lilly are good now. You don’t have to protect her from me anymore. You just have to let US, be us and actually talk and hangout. I’m not going to hurt her again. I’m not going to hurt anyone.” I said looking up at him. He smiled slightly and then looked down at me. “Deal. So… are we good?” He asked. I laughed and shook my head. “Yes Sammy, we’re good.” I said and then we hugged. First me and Lilly made up. Now me and Sam. Maybe this was just the first of my life turning around. The first of my life getting better. Back on track even.

A/N–Everyone’s made up yay!!!! :D so hope you guys liked part 37. It turned out better than I thought it would or at least I think it did. But ACL probably won’t go on for too much longer. I could see it ending either next week or the week after that. All well we’ll see where the future of my creative brain takes us next ;)