time on me is wasted time

anonymous asked:

okay but can we all agree that kaneki is an unlikeable little bitch who deserves nothing. he's so fucking wimpy and useless, why tf does everyone in the fandom love this spineless little bitch. why not just love touka instead bc she's fucking queen and she gives kaneki the abuse he deserves

  • Aries: Starboy // You talking bout me I don't see your shade, switch up my style I take any lane
  • Taurus: All I Know // You sleep one eye closed, to scared to get heartbroke
  • Gemini: False Alarm // She always leaves the man she loves, but the diamonds are forever
  • Cancer: Attention // Tell me how to love, it's been too long
  • Leo: Reminder // All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
  • Virgo: Secrets // It's a lie, a lie, I catch you every time
  • Scorpio: Six Feet Under // Real love's hard to find, so she don't waste her time
  • Sagittarius: Party Monster // I'm like, got up, thank the Lord for the day, woke up by a girl I don't even know her name
  • Capricorn: A Lonely Night // Better when we're both apart, we're no good for each other
  • Aquarius: Rockin' // I'm actin' reckless baby, I'm 'bout to lose it all
  • Pisces: True Colours // So if I love you, it'd be just for you

anonymous asked:

There is no arguing with you, is there? You try to belittle my point by just saying "lol omg ur white!!!!" If you really want to get ahead in this world, grow the fuck up and have an actual discussion with people. Don't just sit in an echo chamber for your whole life.

i don’t know if you’ve realized but we have extensive responses to people all the time BUT i’m not going to waste my time giving a thorough response to someone who is trying to tell me that neo-nazis are just stating an opinion and we should respect that and them. like you’re saying nothing worthy of my time and energy and you’re a joke tbh.

Will You Marry Me? – Jimin

Characters: Jimin X Reader
Rated: I for I swear it’s not as cheesy as it sounds. Only a little bit.
Summary: Four times she said no, and one time she said yes.

“Will you marry me?”

Jimin is twenty-one years old when he asks that question for the first time. It tastes of bad alcohol and too much cigarettes, the world is split in two though, he has a smile on his face, one that couldn’t be defined as anything else than idiotic. There’s a thin sheet of sweat covering his exposed chest, his chest is rising up and down as he watches her slipping off the bed, her exposed back facing him as she searched for, what Jimin could only assume, her panties forgotten somewhere on the floor.

“Shouldn’t you buy me coffee first?” That makes sense, he thinks, but all in all, that would be a waste of time. What’s the point in meeting around a cup of coffee when they could keep doing this for the rest of the year. She found it, her panties, and she slide them up his legs, Jimin can’t restrain himself as he lets his eyes travel her smooth skin that his fingertips touched not so long ago. He notices a red mark on the inside of her left thigh, and he swore he could still feel the taste of her flesh on his tongue. “Or at least know my name.”

Jimin hums, not too quietly but loud enough for her to hear him without having to form a proper answer. It’s a shame, he thinks as he watches her getting dressed, to cover such a beautiful body under layers of clothes that look more itching than one of the sweatshirts his grandmother knitted for him last winter. 

That was the rule when it comes to one night stands. The least you know about your partner, the less there is chances for what the things they call feelings. Not that she was the type to fall in love with the first man she crossed on the street, though she had her heart broken far too many times to not be cautious around them. Jimin didn’t mind. He was having his part of fun in this situation, and even though he doesn’t like to be considered as a womanizer, he wouldn’t deny that how many times he found himself with a different girl two nights in a row. Sometimes even three.

“That’s just details.” A breathy chuckle left her lips, nodding her head as if that was actually a very good point.

“I’ll have to ask my dad,” she replied, her eyes scanning around to find her shoes – she did not remember where they were, she was too busy to care earlier. Once more, Jimin hummed, though more quietly than before. He rolled on his side, his back pressing delicately on the soft mattress, at the exact same time she finally managed to put a hand on her heels. “He’s not all that nice.”

The tone of amusement made Jimin smile, as his eyes kept their gaze on her figure. She grabbed her purse, looked around to see if she didn’t forget anything, though she did not take the time to lay around her belongings. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around campus, yeah?” 

“Hopefully not.” That was one of her rules too, though she couldn’t tell if that was going to happen or not. It was one of the mischief of sleeping with a college student and face awkward meetings weeks after their hook-up. It’s even worse when you found out you slept with best-friends, or with two brothers (though, she would deny body and soul that that never happened before. “See you never, stranger.”   

And she was gone. The door closed behind her, leaving a dull sound of silence ringing in his ears. He found himself looking at the ceiling, his breath even now again. It was just a matter of time, before sleep came to rush over his body, enveloping him in a deep slumber until the dull light of dawn came to crash over his face. Never will he imagined that, he would see her again. For sure.

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i’m currently visiting @blooodymoon and last night we played some overwatch, but every time we died we had to drink

i got pretty wasted pretty fast but for some reason drunken me turns out to be pretty good at tracer so i totally #rekt this one game, my pulse bombs were crazy on point and I got POTG too

after the match this exchange happened and i died

(i’m RiTheBean)

it was amazing

Happy, Frosch, Lector, Pantherlily, Carla - Fairy Tail

for some reason I had an odd dream where the exceeds were playing cards and just had to get it out of my head. This is the result.

Materials- pencils, pigment liner pen, chameleon color tone markers, mixed media paper

Exceed Poker

Happy: Yessss I got a good hand this time. You’re not gonna beat me this time!
Lector: yeah yeah keep telling yourself that Happy-san.
Frosch: Fro think so too. Can Fro go fish now?
Lector: We are not playing go fish Frosch. It’s called poker and you can trade in two cards if you want.
Lily: So its poker y'all are playing is it. Hmm.. I may join  you next hand.
Carla: Tch. What an utter waste of time. You all are so immature.*walks away*
Happy: Ok anyone wanna raise the pot?
Frosch: We’re playing with a pot too. What does it do in this game? I think I got bingo. *places cards on table*
Lector: I told you before the game is called poker, not go fish or bingo Frosch. Wait….HOW DID YOU GET A ROYAL FLUSH?
Happy: *bangs head on table*How does she keep winning?
Frosch: So what does Fro win this time?

💖 last nite 💖

I thought i was going to have a drink with a former coworker and then go home and play videogames.

But instead we met at taco bell (bad sign) and she told me another of our coworkers and a dear fellow was leaving our company. Today was his last day, she said. Karaoke and other activities were planned, she said. Did I want to come, she said.

So we pregamed at the office then did 90 minutes of karaoke at a great full service asian style place. At this point I have drank an estimated .6L of sake.

We run out our time at karaoke and extend our time. We frantically finish the last of our booze and head to a bar where someone keeps handing me old fashioneds while we talk about nothing in particular. I am hoarse from singing and have about .8L of sake and 2 cocktails in the tank.

Most everyone is some degree of wasted. We decide to head to a strip club. I am drunk enough that this seems like fun. We go in and watch the ladies work for a good 90 minutes before heading out for pizza and french fries. Side note: one of them was basically moonwalking vertically up and down the pole. If I had 1/10th of her core strength I feel like I’d be able to take over the world.

I get a Lyft halfway home and walk the other half to try and sober up a little bit. I collapse sideways across my bed and fall asleep at 2 am.

All in all, a fun if rather hazy night.

me before series 4: Mofftiss are geniuses who are making history and the show doesn’t make sense without TJLC and yes there aren’t really many strong female roles but it’s a love story between two men so it’s understandable that the show would focus on them and this will be the greatest show of all time

me after series 4: oh I guess they were just misogynistic queerbaiting assholes who didn’t know what the hell they were doing after all…why did I waste my time on this

My Right Hand Part 3

Part 1/Part 2  FF Link

As I said, the third chapter was half-written so I finished it a lot quicker. The next chapter is going to be done from scratch so it will probably take me a bit longer to update. I will try to provide regular updates, I really love this setting, but, as always, I am not making any promises. It will depend on the response I get. If you like this story, please reblog it. It will give me drive to write more.

See, the reason I don’t update my fanfics very often and I choose to focus on other projects is that it takes a lot of time to write a 4000+ word chapter and more often than not, I feel like my time is wasted, especially now that the NaruHina train has slowed down considerably.

So if you like it, support it.

Before I start, a big shoutout to @entous-art (aka @entou) who inspired this and @sasaki-nh for allowing me to use her beautiful artwork in FanFiction Net.



flashback/ messages

Nine months ago…

Naruto came back from his scheduled trip at the hospital to find some bags hanging on his apartment’s door handle. There was a note pinned on the door. He recognized the handwriting immediately.

My dearest Naruto-Kun,

I prepared some food for you. I hope you enjoy it.


He grinned widely. It had become a sort of a routine for him. Every time he came back home, either from the hospital, or from a mission there was some food on the door waiting.

He didn’t know how she did it. One would expect that her schedule would get in the way. That she would be on long missions, that she would want to take a freaking break from making food for him every now and then. But no, that bag full of food was always waiting there for him, always hanging on his door handle.

He looked forward to receiving it in fact. It somehow felt special to have somebody like Hinata cook for him. It was the first time somebody was doing something like that for him

He lowered the bag on the ground as he picked up the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He inwardly felt a small sense of satisfaction as he realized that he was now able to do it a lot easier.

“I’m home…”

There was no response…

He sighed and slumped as he went inside…

Of course there wasn’t a response. Hinata merely helped him until he got his prosthetic. It wasn’t like she was his girlfriend or wife or anything…

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A Thought.

A thousand thoughts on my mind at once can be hard at times. Not knowing how you feel when you want to feel more than ever is most unsettling and leading a life dedicated to the exit plan. Not trapped as they say but completely powerless in direct course of time. I surround myself in moments of anticipation, never will it be the decision of my own but someone leading these endless thoughts constantly asking myself questions I don’t know how to answer leaving inches of breathable air I waste on frustration. Infused in utter carelessness i’m hovering moments above the crippling ice cold water meanwhile preparing myself for suicide by lack of ignorance. Happiness is a foreign object i grasp in my tattered hands. Frigid and blood-soaked, I inhale my being into the moment of complete control. But this is only a desire of mine. fiction.

The Johnlock Community’s Rhapsody

That was the real show, not just a fantasy
This is our fandom, our escape from reality
Think what we know, just look at the show and see

We are the true fans, don’t need their sympathy
Cause writers easy come, easy go, little high, little low
But if their east wind blows
Doesn’t really matter to you, or me.

Mofftiss, tried kill the fans
Put a script against our head
Wrote this season, think we’re dead
Fangirls, life had just begun
And we won’t go and throw it all away
Mofftiss, ooh, did you mean to make us cry?
And if your not back again this time on sunday
We’ll carry on, carry on, because our lifes do still matter.

Fangirls, our time has come
We’ll send shivers down their spine
We won’t let them waste our time
Come on everybody, there’s more to do
Writing fanfictions and make them face the truth
Fangirls, oooooh, hope can never die
Pretend Eurus had never been shown at all

I see a little innuendo of a love
BBC, BBC will you give us more Johnlock?
Queerbaiting and mocking, very, very shocking me
Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss, BBC one, and Sue Vertue
All you antis, let us go, just let us go-o-o-o-o

They’re just some poor boys, some people can’t see
We are a fandom, we are one family
Spare us our life from their monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let met go
Johnlocker, no, we will not let you go (let her go)
Johnlocker, we will not let you go (let her go)
Johnlocker, we will not let you go (let me go)
Will not let you go (let me go)
Will not let you go, let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh you queerbaiter, you queerbaiter, you queerbaiter, let me go
Beelzebub has some Mofftiss put aside for me, for me, for me

So they think they can stone us and spit in our eye
So they think they can mock us and leave us to die
Oh Mofftiss can’t do this to us fangirls
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here

They’re not all that matters, Mofftiss can not see
You’re the ones that matter, you’re the ones that matter to me.


Based on the Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.
I’m just trying to cope with the outcome of series four, and since they used I want to break free to bait us and to confirm Moriarty’s status as being a queer villain I felt the urge to give the community a different Queen-song with a bit more positivity. Hope you like it.

@nicejewishguy for the most part it is but there’s also a whole fuck ton of t*erf blogs on here and given that i have made a ton of posts critical of them they’ve wasted no time in reblogging some of my posts with their transphobic rhetoric and get their shitty pals on board to also attack me

it’s not really a constant thing but there was about a full week recently where every day i’d wake up to at least one message every day misgendering me and telling me to kill myself or get murdered and like i don’t want it to have bothered me so much but it’s been a really Bad time for me the last few months and it really made me feel super unsafe

unplucked  asked:

hi! i don't mean to attack you but i'm just wondering. is this really how you wanna choose to spend your time? if you're so threatened by minorities standing up for themselves you should rlly think about where that's coming from! hatred won't get you anywhere in life and it's just so boring!! why waste your time antagonising people who mean you no harm? what are you getting out of that? if you need to feel superior, you should try doing good things, educate yourself, support others!

I’m spending my time educating you because I believe you’re wrong in what you believe in, but if you don’t like it, then what can I do. Two, I’m not threatened by minorities because I am one myself, so yeah. And third, check out jediassassingirl. Doesn’t seem like she means no harm to me, yeah? Also, I don’t feel superior because I’m just having fun with this honestly.

anonymous asked:

I noticed in your payment info; why do you give people a half refund when they cancel their order?

That’s a good question – I assume you’re referring to my commission info? This is mostly to discourage people from asking for commissions without being committed. At least for me, I spend a good amount of time asking questions and trying to understand the customer’s request, think of ideas, set up invoicing/payments, etc. before I do any actual artwork, and it wastes time for both the customer and artist if the customer backs out after setting all of that up!


Rita: “What the heck?! You promised me that the celebration would be here! Now you’re saying it could be anywhere in the whole town? It’s already midnight! We’ll never find it in time!”

Francisca: “Oh querido…it’s already so late? Well…oftentimes, the celebrations run late, until two, three in the morning, even. If we leave now…”

Rita: “No, we’re not going to spend the rest of the night wandering around blind! People will come here, I’m sure of it. There must be some people who remember celebrating at the ruins.”

Francisca: “Rita, I don’t think - ”

Rita: “Enough! We’ve already wasted enough time. I thought you guys wanted to help me. Instead, you’ve just made everything terrible!”

Jimmy: “We do want to help!”

Rita: “Then split up! We’re going to turn over every rock in this place until morning, if we have to! I’m not going home without my skull!”

anonymous asked:

Do you just wake up everyday writing drafts to get notes on here and likes on here maybe take that creativity to an actual relevant important place like school or a work environment?

it’s none of your business what i do with my time …it takes 5 seconds to make a text post how long did it take you to come to my blog and type out this stupid ass waste of time anonymous ask? it will never not be funny to me that people get annoyed by other people posting the random thoughts that pop into their head.


I’ve always loved how Dan’s voice gets a little softer for the final minute of his YouNow live shows and he says inspiring and/or encouraging words, so I made a compilation of all the endings of all his 2016 live show. 

Sometimes, all you need is a few simple words to feel better and these moments helped me a lot.