this pleases me so no judgements

Just saying…

People on the Internet always want to get a rise out of me. It’s nothing new. But honestly I don’t care how people see me on social media whether good or bad. No one knows the context of what I post because they don’t know me in a real way—they know me through their own filter, a perception that they project onto me. And when it’s negative feedback, they are most likely judging from their own internal prisons. They are unqualified to pass judgement on me and what I do. So if anyone comes to my inbox and expects me to care about an opinion of me, it’s not going to happen. 

Please spend your time in a positive way. Indulge in something creative. Smile at yourself in the mirror. Lots of love!

two-face: crane threw a hotdog at batman to get away last night

riddler: please tell me that’s true and that you got it on camera

scarecrow: y'all’d’ve done the same if you were me. yain’t been put in that situation so you can’t pass judgement



two-face: what the fuck

riddler: i don’t know what that was but it wasn’t english

the lunar chronicles is so great man like, futuristic fairytales? heck yes. the oppressed standing up for themselves? give me that shit. four different male characters who fall in love despite their better judgement? yes please. and four individual female protagonists who are strong and beautiful and kind in their own way? siGN ME THE FUCK UP.

every time someone vehemently specifies “only in legoverse” when talking about batjokes my life expectancy is cut in half

Damon x Reader

Hello lovely people! So as you know I have written some imagines on Wattpad, but I decided to move them over to this blog. This one is really simple but I hope you enjoy and continue to enjoy the ones I do plan on posting. My laptop has been broken forever so I’m trying to get a new one. Please bear with me! But Request away! xoxo ___________________________________________

Nothing. I felt absolutely nothing. I mean it was cold outside, and it was dark but who cares? It felt great. No emotions clouding my judgement, no guilt for killing a person, just absolutely nothing.

Bright lights interrupted my satisfied thoughts of turning my humanity off. Dinner was here. Or maybe a late night snack. Who knows because I have no idea how many bodies I left behind.
I’m surprised I lost count cause I thought the Salvatore brothers would’ve caught up with me by now. They were so annoying and wouldn’t shut up about flipping my switch back on. But forgetting about the brothers, I heard the opening of a car door, the click of a woman’s heels, and then her annoying little voice. “Oh my gosh are you hurt?” she cried. I could hear her heartbeat racing at 100 miles per hour. The chick was nervous, yet I kept still and silent. Her voice rang out again, “Um stay there…?” A loss of words. “I’ll just um call for help!” She squeaked nervously before the sounds of her heels clicked back to her car.

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anonymous asked:

Your mother sounds like the type of mother that everyone hopes to have💕 I wish that I was able to openly talk to my parents about my problems without any harsh judgement. Please tell your mom that she is truly a dream. If I ever become a mom, I'd want to be just like her, and give unfaltering love to my kids!! I hope this isn't weird😅 It's just that love you share with your mom is so genuine.

i sent her screenshots of this message and a couple of others that i received and she said:

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  • melee fan *breaks into my house by night*
  • melee fan : Melee was a beautiful accident. Its speed, precision, subtlties, and depth are unmatched by any other game ive ever played. It allows for endless amounts of possibilities and creativity. Even though melee is so old people are still doing new things, and its fan base is so dedicated because it is unlike any other game. If you havent played melee you should really spend a lot of time with it before you try to make any judgements about it. A lot of the hate melee gets is because someone will play the game once then say its too hard and quit. Their is so much to learn about the game. Even long time veterans are still learning and improving today. So if you are going to give melee a shot i would spend a lot of time in the game.
  • me : i'm trying to sleep, please leave

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If you ever feel that all men make shitty boyfriends, just know that when my boyfriend and I had our first argument, he yelled at me very loudly. So I got super quiet, looked down and softly said “please don’t yell at me…I am like a little flower and my petals will fall off.” He had the most regretful and concerned look on his face. It’s been 9 months since that day and he has not raised his voice at me once

Real talk, why the fuck has nearly everyone in the Star Wars fandom got a problem with the upcoming Han Solo film? Like for real, someone tell me. I obviously see that a lot of people aren’t happy about the lack of diversity, which is completely understandable, but other than that, why is it being slammed so much when no one has any idea what this movie is going to be like? From the massive success of Rogue One, I would like to think this fandom is mature enough to hold judgement until they see the final product, yet some people have already taken it upon themselves to label it as ‘trash’. So please, enlighten me. If there’s some other element of information that I haven’t heard about which makes people uninterested, I would like to know.

(Tiny disclaimer: this isn’t about me judging players who do this, any judgement is directed at the character. This isn’t about ‘punishing’ players who do things I haven’t, it’s about being able to really craft a truly different character and story based on your actions.)

The thing with a lot of ‘bad guy’ decisions you can take in the games is, the consequences are so boring. You’re not playing a ‘bad guy’ character but rather the hero who says some shitty stuff and gets some shitty cutscenes (if you’re lucky).

Like being able to sell Fenris (or ‘hand him over,’ it boils down to the same thing), there should have been bigger consequences. If you want to put something like that in it, make it as weighty of a choice as it should be. (Even in a fictional universe condemning people to slavery should be a weighty choice.)

Personally I would’ve liked to see it play out that if Hawke chooses that option, come time for the final battle, every single one of their companions would have walked away from them, saying they weren’t willing to risk their lives for Hawke. because there is just no way that even one of them would have watched Hawke sell Fenris into slavery and approved of that, or even accepted that.

(And yes, I know that Anders gets +5 friendship if you sell Fenris in front of him, but that is so out of character for him - healer in a clinic, fighter for mage freedom from the circle which he sees as slavery - that I am just calling bullshit on that.*)

I mean who would watch Hawke sell someone they’ve known for a decade (who the companions also have known of course, and have played cards with, talked with - stuff that is referenced in game) and be like ‘yeah, this is the person I want to fight for, give my life for’. In DA2, Aveline gets upset if you sell Wesley’s shield ffs, but you sell a human being and she’s still in your corner? I don’t think so. Actually almost all of them (minus Anders) are surprised or protest against the decision, but after that scene everything is back to normal? I simply can’t imagine Merrill, Isabela, Sebastian, Varric, Aveline or Anders (not including your sibling as they’re not in your team at this part of the game) looking at you the same way after that; after you’ve shown yourself someone willing to wash your hands of someone who’s fought by your side for years (regardless of whether you’re friends or not), why would they be loyal to you?

And yes, some might say ‘this was just one decision’ they don’t agree with, that’s not enough to walk away from Hawke, but some decisions weigh more than other.

Like, in DA:I if you romance Solas and then opt to kill Solas’ friend, he breaks off the romance. That’s the kind of consequences I’d like to see, if your character shows themselves to be a certain type of person, people should react to that.

Or in DA2 if you’re friends with Merrill and refuse to give her the blade, her disapproval is directly influenced by how high your friendship with her was.

Or during the final battle if you choose a faction companions don’t agree with they can turn on you. They can turn on you based on that decision, but not something that is completely against their own morals but happened a little earlier in the game?

Or Isabela, if she isn’t loyal to you, leaves your ass to fight the Arishok.

The suicide  mission in ME2 is annoying as hell (but that’s mainly because the choices of who can do what simply aren’t logical) but it does put actual consequences to Shepard’s behaviour towards their crew. Shepard’s their leader and if they aren’t loyal to them, they won’t fight as well for them. I really would’ve liked something similar at the end of DA2.

I’ve used Fenris situation as a specific example because I think it’s one of the most ‘bad guy’ choices you get to make, but it’s true of more choices of course. The thing is, I like having the option to play a truly ‘bad’ character, but if there are no consequences tied to it, besides what dialogue comes out of your characters mouth (and in this case which warriors they can have in their party) what’s the point? If you’re still the hero, just a ‘mean’ one, why bother? It just makes other things seem ooc.

* One way I could reconcile Anders’ reaction with his character, is if we keep to t he theory that by this point in the game - act 3 - Justice has almost completely taken over, and as we know Justice is much more Vengeance since merging with Anders and more and more so throughout the game, in which case Anders’ view on the world is heavily influence by Vengeance and his glee can come from a place of vengeance in his heart - vengeance on Fenris.

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catkin (i’m domestic catkin tbh;;)

fairykin (i’m not too sure i’m fairykin though)


anyone from gravity falls (i might be kin with tyrone and i’m definitely kin with some non-canon characters)

anyone from undertale (NOTE i have a lot of undertale kins so I’ll leave this up to your judgement if you want to talk to me or not. I’m kin with Frisk, Chara, Flowey, Asriel, Muffet, Napstablook, and Sans)

anyone from steven universe (i don’t have as many as i do for undertale, but still i will leave this up to your judgement if you want to talk to me or not. I’m kin with Pearl, Lapis, and Peridot.)

anyone from lumberjanes (i’m kin with ripley)

anyone from mekakucity actors and it’s variants (once again, up to you. i’m kin with ene, momo, and mary)

anyone from dangan ronpa/super dangan ronpa 2 (i’m kin with sayaka maizono, chihiro fujisaki, and mikan tsumiki)

any pokekin (i’m kin with sylveon)

any vocaloid/utauloid (i’m kin with makune mami)

anyone from madoka magica (i’m kin with madoka, charlotte/bebe/nagisa and MAYBE sayaka) 

that’s it for now. oh golly there might be more but. nothing that i can think of right now!

Against His Better Judgement (34590 words) by lululawrence
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson/Original Male Character(s), Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Gemma Styles, Gemma Styles/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Gemma Styles, Original Character, The Tomlinson Family, Anne Cox
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Miscarriage, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Kinda

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Or a husband. Whatever.

The modern Pride and Prejudice AU starring Louis as Elizabeth Bennett, Harry as Mr Darcy, Zayn as Jane/Charlotte, Liam as Mr Bingley, Gemma as Georgiana, and Niall as…..well…Niall.

Discarded Notes

Chapter: {1, 2 coming soon}

GENRE: fluff, college AU



  • Reader x Jimin
  • Fluff
  • Don’t be too judgemental this is only my first fic I plan to improve
  • This will be a short series most likely less than 10 chapters

Please enjoy <3

Originally posted by bwipsul

  DING. The train screeched to an unceremonious halt, causing me to lose my balance and forcing me to stumble forward. That was the third time today; I was seriously taking evicting my roommate into consideration. She was an everyday tyrant! In the past week I had somehow managed to get six hours of broken sleep since every night her and one of her endless list of, idiotic boy toys were causing so much noise the local police had come to me with sound complaints. I’m not going to get into it but the least you can say was it sounded like a skirmish between two Greek titans.

  I hastily stood back up and dusted off my skirt, my face had turned bright red with embarrassment. I scurried quickly out of the train car with the feeling of a hundred eyes trained on my ashamed, hunched over back.

  I tripped again running down the stairs, in just a little while the street lights would begin to dull down, all that would be left to light the streets would be a dull yellow glow and by that time I wouldn’t even be able to see my own feet. There had been nonstop showers of rain pelting down from the sky that day leaving the paving with a slippery residue threatening me to slip and fall after every step. My clumsy tendencies were also a factor to the treacherous falls that were waiting at the end of the pointed toes on my excruciatingly painful heels I wore on a daily basis to compensate for the pitiful  tiny body I was given. I wasn’t as much concerned for skinning my knee or bumping my head, more so I was being attentive to where my over glamorous shoes fell as to ensure my English notes weren’t to be strewn across the street and soaked in the muddy rain water.

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This may sound strange, but I wanted to thank you, Sir. Your recent presence has made life a little easier for me. I've always needed something to focus on, and you're an adoring place to put that focus. So thank you, Sir. —R

Dark bent his head.

“You are very welcome, lovely. Please, never be afraid to speak about your ailments to someone like me. I am truly incapable of judgement and have a genuine desire to listen considering my entire existence is bottled up in this empty endless void. Please don’t bottle up anything inside of yourself, unleash them on me. Let me take the burden, because I am incapable of carrying them. I will dump that burden away and let you carry lighter loads. Always remember that, lovely.”

You Wish - Stella Carlin Part 2

So after a very long and excruciating wait, this part is finally here :) As you can tell, I have no experience whatsoever in the art of sex, and this is the first ever smut I have posted anywhere, so please don’t be to judgemental!

I seriously recommend reading part one, but you don’t have to, it just makes a bit more sense :)  

Previously on You Wish 

“Just please at least put a towel on,” I pleaded, picking at the end of mine nervously. She tugged on mine playfully, making me squeal and bat her hands away.
“What about if I just take yours hmm…” she bit her lip, raising her brows suggestively. “Then I get to see your beautiful body.”
“You wish babe,” I stuck my tongue out, giggling when she began to pout childishly. “Maybe one day.”

It had been a few days since the incident in the bathroom, and things had been awkward; for me at least. Stella had been acting normal, if not a bit more flirty that usual, always sitting next to me during meal times and cuddling with me in my bunk after a hard days work. I wasn’t necessarily complaining, but I was entirely sure where we stood, and I didn’t really know how to bring it up in a regular conversation.
“Alright chicken, what’s on your mind?” Alex placed her tray in front of me, breaking me from my train of thought.
“What? Nothing,” I said quickly, keeping my eyes trained on my food.
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” she fired back, pointing her fork at me accusingly. “Is this about what we said the other day in the bathroom? Because if it is, you need to man up and admit your feelings cause she quite obviously likes you too.”
“I don’t…” I paused, frowning down at my food. “I don’t know what to say to her…”
“Just say ‘Hey Stella, I like you and I hope you like me too, because we’d make a pretty great couple.’ Simple as that…” she shrugged, picking at her food. “Then y’all would probably fuck in the church or something and bada bing bada boom, you’re dating.”
“Did you really have to say that last part?” I screwed my face up, rolling my eyes at her crudeness.
“Yes, I really did,” she sent me a smug smile, glancing over my shoulder and letting out a scoff. “Looks like she wants to do it, considering she stole a pair of lacy panties.”
“She what?” my brows flew up in amusement, whipping around and just barely catching a glimpse of the pink lace hidden under her pants. “Jesus…”
“Close your mouth Y/N,” Alex chuckled, making me turn back around and glare at her. “I’m sure she’ll let you rip em off her later.” I gave her a sarcastic sneer, sticking my finger up at her.
“What’s going on ladies?” Stella appeared with Piper in tow, each taking their respective seat at the table.
“Y/N here was just telling me something that is of great interest to you Stella,” Alex smirked, tilting her head and gesturing for me to talk.
“Oh really?” Stella turned to look at me expectantly, brow quirked in interest. I sent Alex a glare, turning to the curious girl next to me.
“Alex is just being a little shit, ignore her,” I smiled, eyes flicking down to the waistband of her pants briefly. She shrugged, seemingly not bothered by it and didn’t appear to notice the small peek I had taken.
“So,” Piper cleared her throat, trying to avoid the awkward tension that was bound to loom over our small group. “Did you guys hear that Morello and Nicky and hooking up again?”

“Alright everyone, lights out in 5!” Pornstache yelled through the common rooms, making everyone groan.
“God I fucking hate that guy,” Piper poked her head above the wall separating the cubes, a scowl on her face.
“Don’t we all,” I sighed, kicking my shoes off and beginning to get ready for bed. “I wish he would just fucking quit already. We’d all be a bit happier.”
“Ladies! In bed! Now!” Pornstache bellowed from the door, making me scowl in annoyance.
“Jesus Christ  , calm your fucking man tits,” I muttered under my breath, collapsing onto my bed and spreading out like a starfish.
“Night Y/N,” Piper blew me a kiss, disappearing from view and lying down on her own bed.
“Wait!” I whispered, making her pop back up. “Where the fuck is Stella?”
“Oh yeh,” she laughed softly, face palming herself. “I knew there wasn’t enough sexual tension in here.”
“Ha ha ha you’re fucking hilarious,” I sneered, sticking my finger up at her. “But seriously, she’s gonna get a shot if she doesn’t get here in like 2 minutes.” Piper simply shrugged, plopping back down on her bed and letting out a loud sigh.
“Not my problem,” she simply said, muttering a soft good night. I rolled my eyes, pulling my poor excuse for a blanket up and over my body, turning so I was facing the entrance to cube incase Stella decided to show her face any time soon.
It was another 5 minutes of silence before I heard a soft shuffle of feet padding across the floor, obviously not caring about getting caught. Stella slipped into the cube without being seen by any of the guards, who were probably asleep by now, and sat down on her bed.
“Where were you?” I asked, making her jump slightly.
“What are you still doing awake?” she avoided the question, pulling her jumper over her head and throwing it to the end of her bed. “Were you worried about me?” she cooed, making me scoff and turn around so I was facing the wall, not wanting to run the risk of her seeing the blush that was forming on my cheeks.
“Well sorry if I didn’t want my friend to get in trouble,” I huffed, pulling the blanket over my head to sign al that I didn’t want to talk anymore. It was quiet for a few moments before I felt my bed dip down slightly, the blanket being tugged on gently. I let her pull the blanket down, not having the strength to resist.
“Is that all I am to you?” she mumbled, running her hand down my arm, playing with my fingers when she reached them. I shifted slightly, turning my head and gesturing for her to get under the covers, shuffling closer to the wall. She slipped in beside me, tangling her legs with mine and wrapping her arm around my waist and slipping her hand under my shirt.
“If you were just a friend, would I let you in my bed?” I sighed softly, pushing my back against her chest. She simply tightened her hold on me in response, pressing soft kisses to the back of my neck, making me shiver in delight.
“Since I’m not a friend anymore,” she spoke softly, beginning to trace circles on my stomach, slowly moving down to the waistband of my pants. “Can I try something?”
“Stella,” I let out a deep breath, catching her hand before it could slide inside, making her whine softly. “We can’t do this here.”
“Sure we can,” she chuckled against the back of my neck, nipping playfully at my tattoo there. “You just have to be quiet so we don’t get caught.”
“I’m not exactly know for being quiet,” I huffed, tensing slightly when she continued to poke at my lower stomach.
“Do you want me to gag you then?” she asked, making me scoff. “Never knew you could be that kinky.”
“Fuck you,” I hissed, finally letting go of her hand and inside bringing mine up to rest near my mouth, ready for the sudden need to cover it.
“I plan to,” she chuckled, flicking the waistband of my pants playfully before sliding her hand under it, ghosting over my heat. I whined childishly, wriggling slightly in her grip, trying to get her to do something. “Don’t. Move.” I halted my movements, opting to bite down slightly on my thumb. Her hand began to draw circles on the outside of my panties, brushing over my clit as she switched sides.
“Stella!” I huffed, getting annoyed with her lack of touching. “If you don’t fucking touch me I will kick you out of my bed and do it myself!”
“Gosh, someones inpatient,” she giggled, sitting up suddenly, rolling me on my back and straddling my waist, the blanket being thrown to the floor. She leaned down so her chest was resting against mine, capturing my lips with her own. I let a soft grunt of approval, tilting my head slightly to get better access to her amazingly soft lips. She smiled slightly into the kiss, poking her tongue against my closed lips, hands tickling my sides to try and get me to open up. I rolled my eyes, parting my lips and moaning against her mouth as her tongue invaded mine, playfully prodding against my own. She broke the kiss once I was really starting to get into it, making me pout and raise my head, trying to bring her lips back to mine. She simply smirked, sitting back up and pulling her shirt over her head, throwing it across the room, doing the same with her bra a moment later. She slid down my body, tugging gently on the end of my sleep shirt. I quickly sat up and threw it off me, squealing slightly when she pushed me back down. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants, tugging harshly till they were resting at my knees. I hurriedly kicked them off, reaching up to place my hands on her shoulders, roughly pulling still she was once again lying against me, connecting our lips in a messy kiss, her body grinding against mine. 

“Fuck,” I mumbled against her lips, breaking away from the heated kiss and closing my eyes, trying to ignore the tingling feeling in my lower regions.
“What do you want Y/N?” she asked, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, ghosting her teeth over my nipples, making me whimper.
“You!” I sucked in a deep breath, arching my chest into hers, smiling slightly when her fingers slipped behind to undo my bra. “Fuck, I want you Stella!”
“As you wish,” she chuckled darkly, pressing one last peck to my lips before she all but ripped my bra off my body, enveloping one of my nipples in her mouth. I let out a sharp gasp before I remember that I had to be quiet, opting to squeeze my lips together. She sucked until it was almost painfully hard, doing the exact same to the other one, leaving me to whimper as the cold air brushed over the hard points. I almost didn’t feel her fingers slid themselves down the sides of my body and fiddle with the lace of my smuggled in panties. She moaned approvingly against my skin, pulling the barely there material down my legs and threw them carelessly. She sat back on her feet for a moment, eyes running up and down my exposed body, making me flush in embarrassment.
“So beautiful,” she gave me a soft smile, running her hands along my thighs, biting her lip. I let her pull them apart, my breath hitching in my throat when I felt her warmth breath against my core. Her nose nudged gently against my clit, making me let out a strangled whimper and try to clench my thighs together only to have them pinned open. “Don’t.”
“Please,” I whined, bucking my hips slightly only to have her rest an arm across my waist, keeping me firmly secure against the bed. I almost gave up all hope before she licked a long stripe up my heat, making me moan loudly, my hand slamming over my mouth a moment later. She chuckled against my core, making me let out deep muffled groans behind my hand. She flicked my clit a few times with her tongue before covering it with her mouth and sucking softly. I let out a shaky breath which soon turned into full on pants one I felt her finger gently poke at my entrance before slipping inside.
“Fuck, why are you so tight!” she murmured against my core, making my eyes roll back in my head at the pleasure it was giving me.
“I h-haven’t been f-f-fucked since I g-got here,” I managed to get out. She let out a sound of understanding and without warning, inserting another finger knuckle deep inside me. I bit my lip harshly to keep the moans quiet, fisting the sheets tightly. She began to mercilessly pound her fingers into me, keeping her tongue pressed flat against my clit, the other hand holding me down still. I felt her fingers curl in me, brushing against my g-spot and making me see white, my body convulsing slightly at the intense pleasure. “Do that again.” She obeyed, continuously curling her fingers so they hit my g-spot until I felt my climax begin to bubble up. “Fuck fuck fuck! Stella!”
“It’s ok babygirl,” she shifted so she was now hovering above me, her fingers still buried deep inside.
“S-Stella, I’m going to-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence, the pleasure too much for me to handle.  
“Cum for me Y/N,” she whispered, giving one last prod at my g-spot before I finally came undone, eyes squeezed tightly shut and body convulsing violently against hers. Cum dripped down my thighs and onto the mattress, making me screw my nose up slightly at the mess I was bound to clean up. I was distracted however by the fact that Stella had removed her hand from my core and was now licking my juices from her fingers, humming in content. I whined slightly, trying to grab her attention. She chuckled, resting her arms either side of my head and nuzzling her nose against mine affectionately, lips brushing over mine.”Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Very much,” I blushed, averting my eyes from her own. “Thank you.”
“Any time babe,” she winked, pressing her lips to mine once before before sitting back up. “Let’s go to my bed and we can clean yours in the morning.” I nodded in agreement, letting her pull a shirt over my head and my discarded panties up my legs before we shuffled over to her bed, collapsing on it and instantly cuddling together.
“Night Stella,” I whispered, resting my head against her (unfortunately) clothed chest.
“Night Y/N,” she whispered back, pressing a kiss to my forehead. We began to drift off to sleep curled against each other, the only sounds being the soft breathing of the various girls in the block.
“Fucking finally, I thought they would never stop!”  Piper suddenly spoke, the rest of the girls giggling in agreement.
“Oh my god!” I squeaked, my face turning a bright red. Stella simply laughed, pulling me closer to her chest. “Sorry!”
“It’s fine babe,” Piper chuckled. “Atleast the sexual tension is finally gone.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey this isnt open im just keeping it up so i can find it again !! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ugh (just so done)

Don’t tell me please - Don’t need to hear it again
Yes, yes, yeah, I know- it’s ALL in my head-
Or rather, specifically, how my perception & perspective
Interpret the greater reality that is
And thus how my resultant reactions consequently reflect
accuracy & advisability of my actions
Not to mention whether or not I have any better judgement
or discernment, or even clear vision
Hey, with what glasses cost, they damn well better be effective
But the main thing- most vitally important is:
Do I even have wisdom to know what the right thing to do really IS…?
Ah, if it weren’t for my obstinate spirit
Not to mention the honor of my word given
Integrity riding on keeping my commitments
I’d be tempted- Let’s be real, I AM tempted
To just say, oh fuck it…
I (’m too stubborn to) quit….

Me at the moment
is a codgy dodgy irate git…

anonymous asked:

Also an add on to that CP turning me into a irl hockey fan, even if you do read CP there's sooooo much more to the NHL. I've been watching since WCH last year and there's still so much I don't get and I'm constantly googling different calls and terms. You can't apply what's used in CP to the NHL

@ any new fan or fans of check please who turned into NHL fans. I have a blog called @hockeyknowitall which is a judgement free zone where you can ask me anything about hockey !!! it took me years to learn what i know and i’m happy to share it with people who wanna know. I’ll help with fics, or headcanons or just curiosity and understanding the game. People who ask for help and clarification are awesome !! and make me feel so like…useful and like i have worth which is stupid but this is the one thing i have 100% confidence in so i have a lot to share. It’s a lot better than pretending you know shit even as people who really do know shit are trying to shout over you that you’re wrong. 

When INFJs make friends...

ENFJ - You’re cool. Like me but you don’t know when to stop talking.

INFJ - Finally, someone to be MY therapist!

ESTP - Your antics are going to make me hyperventilate. I like it.

ISTP - When did deadpan snark and laid back intensity become so delightful?

ENTJ - I’d tear your throat out if you weren’t so great at getting shit done.

INTJ - We get each other while being differently sociopathic, it’s nice.

ESFP - 100% Hella Good People (even if I don’t trust your judgement)

ISFP - Your Se/Te Side is scary, but I respect it. You cinnamon roll.

ESTJ - Please don’t ask me questions, I’ll never have the answers.

ISTJ - I will defend you till the end you purest of cinnabots.

ENFP - I love you, but you stress me out. A lot.

INFP - I love you, you make me love myself.

ESFJ - You love me, but you don’t know me.

ISFJ - You’re the human embodiment of Canada. I love it.

ENTP - I’d strangle you like ENTJ but I kinda like the arguing.

INTP - Thou art understander of my references and shipper of my ships.