this is the worst day of my life

exactly 2 years ago was 100% the worst day of my life…..1 year after that MoM came out and resurrected me……and yesterday SGT also rebirthed me….thanks zayn…

ya boi otto went from “yes sir”  to “your daughter calls me daddy too” and i like to thank god for that every day of my life.

just look, man. this is cute but ultimately vanilla.

now this here is what i’m talking about

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I'm bored

Nothing new. Bored at work. Bored of work. Not just cause its work. Cause its a boring fucking job. I literally stand in one place and fold towels and elderly peoples underwear for 8 hours a day.

I don’t hate my job. Its not the worst. And i’m lucky to have it because I know that there are people that wish they did or that really need it. I really need my job. And I keep it because it’s full time and pays my bills and has insurance benefits. But that doesn’t stop me from being bored.

Its a dead end job with no room for growth. This job will not take me anywhere in life. It doesn’t challenge me, intellectually, creatively, there is no passion in what I do.

So what’s keeping me from just dropping everything and leaving and traveling and having fun? Other people do it? Other people are able to just go and drive and travel and see things. And I don’t understand how they manage it. Please someone tell me.


Sorry….needed to get that out of my head

in the midst of what has definitively been the worst travel day of my life, I would like to just toss out a thank you into the universe to two people:
1 - the really kind flight attendant who got me a bag of ice, hugged me, and took the time to kneel down and say comforting reassurances periodically during the entire two hour flight that I spent throwing up (while the other flight attendant literally actively avoided even looking in my direction)
2 - the nice TSA agent who, after I literally had my documents shoved out of my hands and scattered onto the floor by an impatient immigrations agent, took the time to ask me about my trip to Mexico and what my favorite activity was. he even complimented my lovely sunburn and wished me well while he helped me into line.

I’ve been on-off sobbing since 2 am while feeling like death and then facing my absolute worst fears in tandem at 35000 feet in the air. After all of this, what matters most to me is the small shows of concern and care. The littlest gesture can literally mean the world. So be nice out there whenever you can, kiddos

anonymous asked:

Not to put pressure on you rlly but when should we be expecting the comic?? Bc dude i've been refreshing ur blog at least 50 times a day the last few days and i need to s t o p

FIRST ANSWER: DONT DO THAT DONT REFESH CONSTANTLY OH NO !!!!! LIVE YOUR LIFE AND DONT COUNT ON ME FOR SHIT M'DUDE !!! NOOOO !!

now promise me you won’t fuckin. Live on my blog omg. But. I HOPE 🤞 to get another page up today. It is going to be A LOT SHORTER THAN PREVIOUS UPDATES but I want to like. Break the dry spell. omg hell pls go outside & smell the air I’m the worst at updates ANON PLEASE 🤦‍♂️ 💦

DUFF (CHAPTER 2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Chapter 2

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut 

╳ Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


After what happened at the party, I was not looking forward to Monday at all. But I woke up this morning and guess what day it was…

 Monday.

 Mondays were always horrible, but I knew this was going to be the worst Monday of my fucking life. All that kept going through my head when I was getting ready to walk into the hell hole called school was that I was a Duff. As I was walking down the hallway, I noticed every group did have a Duff and I cursed myself for never noticing that I wasn’t one before.

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“Aw, dang. Why is my skin breaking out? I’ve been taking such good care of it! I have to get to the bottom of this… ”

*flashback to three days ago when I had a beauty blender in one hand and a piece of garlic bread in the other, ready to multitask, living my worst life, owning it*

“Hmm… Well, it wasn’t anything I did, that’s for sure. Looks like this is one mystery even I can’t solve. Guess we’ll literally never know why or how this happened ever. Bummer.”

The Glass Slipper

Jughead x Reader

Request: My passion is dancing and I was wondering if there was any possibility of a fic where Jug sees reader dance (as in dance class or something, and I don’t mean ballet, maybe contemporary or modern dancing) for the first time and falls in love with her all over again, like maybe realizes his feelings.

Warnings: like one swear word

Word Count: 1,238

A/N: This is my first non song-based fic, so I hope it’s okay! I also wrote it in one go without editing too much, so that’s why it might be a bit shorter than some of my others.


Your life had revolved around mirrors and wooden floors and worn out dance shoes. You were always busy trying to perfect the next move for contemporary, stretching and watching yourself meticulously. You were your own worst critic, your body always sore.

It was another day of practice, stretching on the floor before working on the dance you were planning on performing for the school variety show. It had to be perfect, as this was the first time you would ever be dancing in front of people from school. It was the first time you would be dancing in front of him.

Jughead Jones.

The boy you had had a crush on since the beginning of high school, the boy that you had somehow befriended and still managed to keep your feelings a secret. You guys were close, sure, but nowhere near as close as him and Betty or even him and Archie. There were some sly glances in the hallway and occasional brush of the shoulder, some inside jokes, but you didn’t know if any of that was considered flirting. Your body did a better job of communicating than your voice ever could.

Early on, you decided the dance would be for Jug, dedicated to him even, but you weren’t going to tell anyone. You were hoping your body could do the talking for you.

You began putting on your shoes in the dance studio at school. It wasn’t much, tucked away in the far corner of the building, mainly for the cheer team and dance team to use, but it was better than nothing. You were here everyday after school, sometimes as late as midnight trying to get something right, and today was no different.

Except you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching.

You continue as normal, though, going over the whole routine about 10 times, each time making mental notes of the things you needed to fix when you did it again.

Finishing your last move you hear a faint clap coming from outside the door. You turn to see none other than the guy you were practicing for.

Your face heats up and you turn off the music, embarrassed that of all people, it had to be him. You can’t help but smile, though, giving a slight curtsey as he nods his head and turns to walk away.

Only then do you begin to panic. How long had he been watching? Did he hear the music? Could he tell you were dancing for him?

It’s hard to read him, what he’s thinking. His hands in his jacket pockets, his beanie placed perfectly on top of his head. He seemed to be the only one in existence to make a beanie look perfect and natural. His hair flowed in perfect curls just peaking out from underneath. His lips turn upward in a small smirk as he kicks one of his feet back and forth. It was little things like this that you noticed all the time.

You take a deep breath. He didn’t seem too interested because he walked away, so you start the music from the beginning and do the routine again, then quickly stashing everything away and going home for the night.


“I was so embarrassed, Ronnie, I bet I looked like a tomato.” you say to Veronica before the variety show about a week later. No matter how hard you had tried, you couldn’t get the moment our of your mind. You haven’t practiced in that room since, nervous that he would be there again. You couldn’t risk it, so you practiced at home in the basement.

“I doubt it, and besides, it’s obvious he’s in love with you.” She states, picking up a piece of your hair to put back for the dance routine.

“No, no way.” you deny, shaking your head, causing Veronica to moan in frustration, “sorry.”

“Just watch, after he sees you tonight, he won’t be able to contain himself. He’s going to ask you out.” she states matter of factly, a smug smile on her face, like she knows something you don’t.

You look around to put your shoes on and you realize that one is missing. It’s not in your dance bag, and it’s not in your purse either.
“What are you looking for?” Ronnie finally asks.

“My dance shoes, I’m missing one, I can’t go on without it.” you start to panic.

“Calm down, I’m sure it’s here somewhere.” Ronnie comforts, beginning to pick up things and look for it as well.

The crowd cheers, only one more performance before yours.

“(Y/N), I think you might have to perform barefoot.” she says, sighing as she realizes that there’s no other shoe there.

You take a deep breath. Maybe this was a sign, that you shouldn’t do this. Then, your resolve hardens.

“The show must go on. I do it with one shoe. It will add to the piece.” you say, convincing yourself more than Ronnie.

The crowd cheers once more. It was for Archie singing on the guitar and unsurprisingly, his song went off without a hitch, just like you all knew it would.

The lights dim on the stage, your cue to enter.

You walk to the center of the stage and strike your beginning pose. The lights come up, the music turns on. You feel the floor beneath your feet and your head in the clouds, and you knew that this was the right choice. This was how this was meant to be performed. Your eyes search the crowd for the familiar beanie, and it only takes about 30 seconds to see him, standing in the center of the crowd, his eyes fixed on you. You let the music flow through you, your body and mind moving as one on the stage. Time flies as the three minute song seems to go by in the blink of an eye, and you’re hitting the ending pose before you know it.

The loudest cheer was his, you could hear it above everyone else’s.

You exit the stage to your friends in the wings, smiling from ear to ear.

“You killed it out there!” Betty said, her smile almost as big as yours.

“You were beautiful.” a voice says.

You all turn to see Jug standing there, awestruck.

“Thanks, Jug.” you say, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Oh, and I think you forgot something.” Jug says, pulling out your other shoe from his bag, “you forgot it last week. I went back every day to try and give it back, but you weren’t there.” he admits, giving you a shy smile.

“I also went back every day to see if you would want to go out on a date?” he asks, hope in his voice.

“Doesn’t the story say that you have to make sure the shoe fits first?” you tease, a small laugh escaping.

Jug doesn’t say a word. He just kneels and slips it over your worn out feet.

“Perfect fit.” he says, standing and looking in your eyes, glancing down towards your lips, leaning closer and closer still.

“Fucking kiss her already.” Ronnie says, growing impatient.

You close the gap, bringing your lips to his. He cups the back of your neck with his firm hands, your body’s pulling closer as if by some force unknown to both of you. 

This was the beginning to your happily ever after. 


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Heart Breaker

Jensen breaks up with you thinking you had cheated on him, however, you were actually pregnant. The reader tries to hide but gets discovered, then moves to make sure she doesn’t get noticed at all. When Jensen finds her he tries to get her to come home.

Jensen and Reader

Angst, accused of cheating, depression, breastfeeding, sweet fluff

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Originally posted by queenofhelldarlin

           When I was with him, I was always on cloud nine. We had been together for three years, then suddenly one day, he breaks up with me. He never explained or gave me a reason, just shattered me completely. I was at home that day, finding out the most amazing news, I was pregnant. Jensen would be thrilled or so I thought, I never got the chance to tell him.

           Instead I was packing my bags and leaving my life behind. The worst thing though, Jared, Misha, and Mark stopped talking to me. Vicki was the only one who kept in contact with me after everything. She never understood why it happened, it was so random. So, I moved to Dallas, I found a little ranch with a couple horses. It wasn’t much but it was home, something I had lost along the way.

           I didn’t tell anyone about the pregnancy, so I just went through the pregnancy alone. I found out I was having a girl, and I was ecstatic. I was eight months pregnant when I was spotted by Gen at a store, I was picking out things for the nursery and she saw my huge bump. I saw her walk up to me with a questioning look on her face. I sighed “It’s Jen’s, I never got a chance to tell him” I started crying and got out of the store as fast as I could.

           Once I got home, I sobbed until my eyes hurt, that’s when the calls started. Now they wanted to talk? I turned off my phone and decided to get a new phone number tomorrow, right now I was starving. So, I grabbed my food for the night, and vegged out on the couch. I knew it was a matter of time before they would find me.

           I did the only thing I could think of and sold the farm, I packed up my truck and loaded the horses on the trailer. I had left a note with the realtor to give if one of them came around. So, I left Texas completely, I went to Nebraska. I found a beautiful little farm that I could settle in nicely. I was about a week overdue at this point, and I was never more scared in my life.

           I had a sweet older gentleman helping me with the chores, and feedings of the animals. I woke up this morning not feeling well, so I left a note on the door asking him to watch over the animals while I went to the ER. Once I made it, I knew I was in labor, they got me settled and the contractions started growing closer and closer together.

           Once it was time to push, I found every ounce of energy to push. It felt like a lifetime of pushing, until I heard her cries. They placed her on my chest and I fell in love already, she had his eyes and dirty blonde locks. I missed him so much but she’s my connection to him, she was amazing. I decided on Ava Rae y/l/n, she was beautiful and she was mine.

           I was in the hospital for three days, and then we could go home. I carried her into the house and took her to my room. I put her in the bassinet and laid down for a nap, I woke up to hearing her crying. I looked at the clock and knew she needed to be fed, I got comfortable and watched her with amazement. Once I knew she was fed, I burped her, changed her and then put her back down.

           I heard a knock on the door and hesitantly opened the door to see Dave, my ranch hand. “The misses made some meals for ya” “Thank you so much” “She was happy to do it, and a gentleman came by and dropped this off for ya” I grabbed the letter and opened it up. I knew the hand writing, but he didn’t deserve a chance. “I know it’s none of my business, but he looked like a man who lost something very important”

           I made him a cup of coffee and explained what had happened over the course of what had happened. I could see the sadness in his eyes, he could also see how I still felt about Jay. “You should talk to him, I’m not saying take him back but that little one needs a momma and daddy.” “Your right Dave, I should at least talk to him” We said our goodnights and I sent Jay a text to come back around lunch time.

           Lunch time came quicker than I expected, I had made a small lunch and waited for him to knock. I waited all day, and he never showed. It came to about ten at night when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to see him with a bouquet of pink roses, I scoffed and walked away leaving the door open for him to come in.

           I heard Ava crying, so I went to check on her and I knew automatically she was hungry. I picked her up gently and grabbed a blanket to cover me up while we talked. It was a tense silence, neither of us knowing what to say. “Why are you here? You broke up with me” “I know and I will never be sorrier with how things happened” “Why did you? I was always faithful and always by your side” “I thought you were cheating, I saw you pulling away and thought the worse” “You couldn’t talk to me? Instead, you dump me when I needed you most”

           “When Gen came over that day and told me what was going on, I broke right there, I sobbed the whole day at how I treated you. I tried calling and tried tracking you down, but it was no use” Once Ava was done I fixed my shirt and patted her on the back. I walked over to him and put her in his arms. “Jen, I want you to meet Ava Rae”

           He smiled a watery smile and looked down to see this little human being we both had created. “Y/n please come back, I miss you, actually we all miss you. I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you and this little one.” I sat on the couch and just cried, I was absolutely broken and the walls came down. He sat down next to me with Ava in his arms. “I missed you so much Jensen” “I missed you too honey, please come home” “I would love too”

           He kissed me, just like he always had, there was no time lost. Over the next week, we had everything packed and ready. I put the ranch in Dave’s name, and he was happy that we had fixed things. I did hear him threaten Jay that if he pulled that stunt again he would be castrated. I hugged him tightly and thanked him for the help, and he just reminded me that I was the daughter he never had.

           We packed and headed back to Austin, I was ready to be home, ready to be around the people that I call family.

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