watch yourself people

Scars do not make you less beautiful/handsome.
Acne does not make you less beautiful/handsome.
Stretch marks do not make you less beautiful/handsome.
Your weight does not make you less beautiful/handsome.
You are perfect how you are.

Sorry, but I don’t trust people that shit on Bellamy, called him white, demonized his character, compared him to a rapist, or titled him “Genocide King” and then suddenly ship him with Raven.

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Requested by Anon #290

Y/N: Good morning Julian.
Julian: It would’ve been if you came in on time. It’s not the afternoon Y/N.
Y/N: I had to help…someone.
Julian: Y/N, I don’t care whatever you were doing. Just get to work on time.
Y/N: Yes sir, Julian sir! *laughs* Oh! Before I forget!
Julian: What is it now?
Y/N: Do you want to get lunch together?
Julian: Just do your…wait what?
Y/N: Well I realised we spend all day in here together everyday so we might as well get to know each other. So lunch?
Julian: Um…y..yeah..yeah sounds..grea..I mean good.
Y/N: Aw are you blushing Julian?
Juilian: What? No!
Y/N: You better watch yourself Julian people might start to think that you like me.
Julian: I talk to you like crap Y/N. I don’t like you.
Y/N: You know what I got told growing up? If a boy picks on you it probably means he likes you. Within reason obviously.
Julian: Wh..why would I like you?
Y/N: It’s okay Julian I know you like me so I won’t let anyone else know. It’ll be our little secret.
Barry: *walks in* What are you two talking about?
Julian: Nothing!
Y/N: *laughs* Julian was scolding me for being late.
Barry: *rolls his eyes* Julian give her a break.
Y/N: *winks at Julian*
Julian: *laughs to himself* She’s going to be the death of me.

WATCH OUT!!!

Hey ladies,

I come to you with horrible news. My friend, who recently started sugaring, was beaten by her SD last night because she got a text from a guy friend of hers. He started beating her and when she got the chance she locked herself in the bathroom until he left.

She got a Uber to my house. When she got to my place she had a black eye, a busted lip, two bruised knees, and bruises all over her body.

She met him on SA, he was super salty but she was so in love with his lifestyle that when I told her to leave him and his fucking $80 a week allowance ass, she wouldn’t do it.

She will not talk about it anymore and she will not tell me anything else about him but this is what I remember. He lives outside of Washington DC, in an area called Gaithersburg, MD. He works for the county’s government doing sales for the county’s liquor stores. He told her that he was 25 but one time she saw his ID and he was actually 32. 

Ladies as soon as I find out more information I will let you know. She has totally shut down and will not even go home. She is asleep at the moment and I do not know how to take care of her. I tried so hard to teach her everything I know, yet she not take my advice. 

trulymightypotato  asked:

Aw yes. A great fanfic writer and a watcher of Lordminion777. I knew I made a good choice following you.

YEH BOOOOI

I love Wade a lot he is absolutely one of my favourites. I loved his five nights at fuckboys and his Until Dawn, plus his Dead By Daylight and 7 Days To Die vids are hilarious.

February 14th (Lin x Reader) Platonic

WC: 1092

A/N: Unpopular opinion, I actually don’t like Valentine’s Day. Wrote this out of frustration, kinda made me feel better. Enjoy!

You took a snapchat of your mug in your lap, adding the timestamp (12:43AM) and the caption ‘anxie-tea’. You smirked at your pun before sending it off to the one person you knew would be awake at this time. Immediately Lin’s face lit up your phone as your ringtone for him went off (Usnavi’s introductory rap from ‘Heights’).

“Hey,” your voice came out barely a whisper.

“What’s wrong?” Lin wasted no time.

“I have a date tomorrow… well, today I guess,” you said.

“That’s adorable,” he stated, “why’s it got you anxious?”

“I dunno, I just have a bad feeling about it. I keep thinking about all the horrible possibilities,” you were honest with your best friend. Your longstanding friendship had taught you it was useless to lie to him.

“Understandable. Who’s the guy? Or girl? You know I love you (y/n), I won’t judge, no matter which way you swing,” he quickly tacked on.

“It’s this guy I met at work. He came in with one of the school groups. Single dad, business man, seemed pretty smart. Stable too,” you mused.

“Stable is good for you,” Lin told you sincerely. You cracked a smile.

“What are you saying, Miranda? You think I’m not stable?” Lin immediately started backtracking.

“No no no! I’m just saying stable isn’t something that comes easy to you. You’ve been fighting battles as long as I’ve known you. Dating someone stable might just make it… easier.”

You mulled over his words for a moment.

“I guess you’re right,” you said.

“I know. Now, finish your tea and go to sleep. Close your eyes and count to 100 in Spanish,” he instructed. You sighed your agreement.

“Night Lin.”

“Night (y/n).”


In the time leading up to your date, you found yourself spending longer in front of the mirror than normal. You were wearing some nice pants, a pink and red sweater you only wore on Valentine’s day, and a good pair of boots. Your hair was done without a strand out of place.

You walked to the restaurant and got a table for two, sipping a glass of wine as you waited for your date to show up. You lost yourself people-watching, seeing all the couples around you and the various interactions occurring.

“Ma’am, are you sure you’re waiting for someone?” Your observations were interrupted by the waiter. You looked at your watch, noticing that you had been sitting alone for over an hour.

“I guess I’m not,” you said, throwing some cash on the table (that was quite a bit more than the price of the one glass of wine you had drank) before gathering your things and walking back out onto the city street, fighting back tears. Your phone was immediately at your ear.

“He stood me up,” you didn’t even let Lin finish his greeting.

“He what?”

“He left me waiting at the restaurant for over an hour without showing.”

You couldn’t decide if you felt anger, frustration, humiliation, or sadness.

“I’m sure he had a good reason. You said he has a kid, right? Sometimes things come up. It was a dick move to not even text you that he wasn’t coming though,” Lin said. You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself.

“Lin, this is why I hate Valentine’s day,” you reminded him.

You and Valentine’s Day had not had a very good history. You were single for most of the ones that had occurred in your lifetime. Out of the few that you had been in a relationship for, one you were broken up with during your date, one was with a guy who ended up being abusive, one gave you extravagant gifts and made you feel guilty that the gift you gave him was hand-made. You had given up trying to make Valentine’s day a good day after the third year in a row Lin had invited you to go to dinner with him and Vanessa.

“I’m not third-wheeling.”

“Come on. We both know you’re just going to sit at home and eat ice cream. You’ve gone out with V and I before! She likes you!”

“I’ve gone out with you guys to the store, to the theater, to the park, to our favorite pizza place, but not on an actual romantic Love Day dinner date. I’ll leave the mushy gushiness outside, thanks.”

“V told me she doesn’t mind.”

“That’s not going to change my mind, Lin. I’ll be happy at home. Besides, you’ll be making sex eyes at her the whole time, which is gross in my opinion. I don’t mind being home. Go have a nice dinner with your wife and get laid after.”

Lin had ended up having sex with Vanessa that night, as you had predicted, and nine months later were blessed with a cute baby, which made your next Valentine’s Day much easier to plan for.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on any plans.”

“When have I ever had good Valentine’s day plans? Of course I’ll babysit for you. Sebastian will be a better date than I’ve ever had anyways.”

“Can you take care of a three-month old?”

“You forget I get paid to hang out with tiny humans. You and Vanessa need a night away anyways. Seriously, with Sebastian and Hamilton, when was the last time you guys had any alone time?”

Lin paused.

“Ok you’re right. I’ll see you at 5:00 then? On the 14th?”

“You got it.”

Back at your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and dug around in your freezer until you found the tub of ice cream you had been saving for the weekend. You sat down on your couch, pulling a blanket over you as you turned on Netflix and started up the show you were currently binge watching. You were only ten minutes into the episode when your apartment door swung open and little Sebastian ran over to you, launching himself into your lap.

Lin and Vanessa were standing in your entryway, holding paper grocery bags full of who-knows-what.

“Valentine’s day isn’t just about dates. It’s about love. We love each other, but we love you too,” Lin said.

“We’re havin’ a picnic!” Sebastian said happily.

“I brought all of the pink food I could think of,” Lin grinned along with his son. You and Vanessa locked eyes, exchanging a look that mutually said “why do I love this man” (though you meant platonically).

Maybe Valentine’s day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

For the lovely anon who requested it. I’m a bit nervous becaude it’s the first request I’ve ever done but I hope that’s what you had in mind.

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The great hall of Kattegat was full of people. Guests from a neighboring kingdom had come to talk about better trade conditions. The negotiations had gone well and now there was a big feast to celebrate the new alliance. You were sitting next to Ivar on the long table. His hand rested on yours while you listened to the stories that were told and jokes that were made. As you looked down the table you noticed that Sigurd was staring at you. You raised an eyebrow at him and he looked away.

Later that night you were sitting on one of the benches that were standing along the wall of the hall as Ubbe came over to you and handed you a horn of meat.

“Why are you sitting here all by yourself?”

“I’m watching the people. You can learn a lot about people by just watching them.”

Ubbe laughed a little and shook his head. “You and my little brother really fit together, you know. It’s like you are sharing one mind. It’s kind of scary sometimes.”

“Sounds like you have never witnessed one of our arguments.”

“I have. That’s even scarier.”

Both of you laughed.

“I love him but he can be so stubborn sometimes.” You looked over to Ivar, who was still sitting at the table, now talking to one of your guests.

Ubbe grinned at you. “Even more stubborn than you?”

You laughed again.

You were still talking to Ubbe as Sigurd came over to you and dropped himself on the bench next to you.

“Y/N you look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you, Sigurd.”

By the way he was talking and moving you could tell that he was quite drunk. As he put his arm around your shoulders you thought about shrugging it off but decided to ignore it.

“I’ve been watching you.” He said.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“Why are you with Ivar?” Sigurd wanted to know and put his hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it upwards.

“You should keep your hands to yourself, little brother, if you don’t want Ivar to cut them off.” Ubbe said before you could react.

Sigurd laughed at him but removed his hands from you. You gave Ubbe a thankful smile. If you had fought Sigurd off it had probably made some fuss and you didn’t want Ivar to notice. The war between the two brothers was bad enough as it was.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Floki. “I think your prince is feeling neglected.” He whispered into your ear, then he laughed and left.

Your eyes searched for Ivar and found him looking at you with a gloomy expression on his face. He met your gaze, his blue eyes piercing through you. After a few seconds he looked away. Letting out a sigh, you went over to him and put and an arm around him from behind his chair. As he showed no reaction you sat down on the chair next to him.

“Is everything okay?”

For few seconds he didn’t react at all, then he looked at you, his eyes full of anger. “Did you have fun with Sigurd?”

“He’s just drunk.”

“And maybe you are up for some drunk fun.”

“How can you say that?”

His words and his cold eyes made you feel guilty although you knew there was nothing to be guilty about. It made you angry that he had such an influence on you.

“If you really think so badly of me than maybe you better go and find someone else.” With that you jumped out of your seat and stormed towards the door.

“I might just do that.” Ivar yelled behind you.

As you left the hall the cold air of the night made you shiver. You had no idea where you were going you just had to get away from them all. Angry and sad at the same time you leaned against a shed and fought the tears that were forming in your eyes. Only a few moments later you saw a dark figure approaching you. You didn’t want to talk to anyone and kept quiet, hoping that whoever it was would just pass you. But as he came closer you could see that it was Sigurd.

“You did not answer my question earlier. Why are you with Ivar? Why do you keep up with stuff like this?” He gestured towards the hall.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, then you looked him in the eyes. “I’m with Ivar because I love him.”

“You could have so much better, you know?” He said, coming closer.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you talking about yourself?”

“Why not?” He asked, pressing you to the wall with his body.

“Get off me, Sigurd.” You said in a serious tone but he ignored it and tried to kiss you.

You knew him well enough to know that you weren’t in any actual danger but you were annoyed that he thought he could treat you like this.

“I said get off me.”  Your voice was now dangerously low and you tried to push him away. He looked at you as if he couldn’t understand why you would do this and tried to kiss you again but then started as something hit the wall just inched from his head. You both turned to see an ax sticking there.

“Let go of her or the next one hits you in the head.” The voice was menacing and undoubtably Ivar’s.

Sigurd made a slow step backwards and you slipped past him and ran over to Ivar. You knelt down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into your ear. “I just can’t stand the thought of another man even looking at you. Can you forgive me for being an idiot?”

“There’s nothing to forgive. I love you, Ivar.” You said and grinned at him. “Even though you are sometimes an idiot.”

He smiled at you. “I love you too.” Then his smile turned into a cocky grin. “You are mine. You better never forget that.”

You chuckled. “How could I?”

thesourceress  asked:

Broadchurch S2 is over. What are we gonna do now?

Now we wait

Prompt: “*softly* will the last imagine you posted, where you meet the triumvirate on the enterprise, have a sequel?” - Anon

Word Count: 3,046

Warnings: Explosion, mentions of being sucked into space.

Author’s Note: This one took a little longer than anticipated, but I think it turned out really well. I’m not familiar with polyamory personally, so I hope it sounds authentic. As always, constructive feedback is welcome! I hope you enjoy this one!

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Morgan, I don’t know if you’re out there, I don’t know if you can hear me, maybe you’re listening right now. I hope so. I found others, my family, if you can believe it. My wife and son, they’re alive, I wanted you to know that. There’s something else you need to know. Atlanta isn’t what we thought, it’s not what they promised, the city is… do not enter the city. It belongs to the dead now. We’re camped a few miles northwest, up by a big, abandoned rock quarry, you can see it on a map. I hope you come find us, but be careful, last night, walkers came out of the woods. We lost people. Watch yourself, Morgan, take care of your boy. I’ll try you again tomorrow at dawn.

the walking dead meme » nine episodes [2/9] » Wildfire

if you don’t like supernatural, you really don’t have to talk about it. you don’t have to scream passionately in the tags about how much you don’t like the show. you don’t have to make countless text posts complaining about how it’s still on the air. you don’t have to throw in your two cents about your interpretation of the characters, or the plot, or anything else. you can simply ignore everyone who loves it, the actors, and the show itself and have a great day.

Study Spots.

I understand this blog reaches out to primarily sugar babies, and I like it that way, but you ladies need help with things outside that world too, I think. I definitely did while I was still in the business!

And because I know a lot of you are in university and trying to get your degrees, here’s a list of ways to choose a good study spot!

Lets face it, we’ve all wandered aimlessly around large, grand buildings looking for a place to study! Then you sit down somewhere, and start to set up, and little problems arise making your spot not so perfect. So, here’s what to look for in a place before settling in for the long hours of cramming ahead of you.

1. Electric outlets - if your study spot doesn’t have a place to charge your phone/tablet/laptop, then you have an immediate limit on how long you can spend there. Nothing ruins a great study streak like a dead laptop and no plug, forcing you to relocate and re-find that sweet study rhythm.

2. Seclusion - you want to be away from people. Or, if you’re me, you want to be able to see people for relaxing minutes of people watching in between powerpoints or whatever. Either way, it’s important that people can’t distract you without you choosing to let them. Look for a corner that you can face the wall at, that way you can’t lose yourself watching people and, if people can see your laptop screen, you’re way more likely to focused because we all know it’s impossible to scroll through tumblr when people can see your dash. That’s playing with fire while covered in gasoline - a very bad idea.

3. Desk space - too small of a space to lay out your materials on can really screw you up. Make sure any spot you choose has optimal space for your notebook(s), technology, snacks, water bottle, and elbow room. If you can look at everything at once, you can understand larger concepts better because you have more physical space to use to put together all the little pieces.

4. Lighting - if you choose a spot with bad lighting, your eyes will hurt faster than they would otherwise, wasting your energy on reading things that in better lighting, you would be able to read just fine. This is more important than you think, that brighter table will give your eyes another 1-2 hours of easy reading, and we all know how huge of a difference that makes on an exam.

5. Study Materials - this is more personal and per subject, but consider a place that has a window you can use as a whiteboard (yeah, dry erase markers can work on windows, you just need to bring whiteboard cleaner and something to erase with) or a large wall you can temporarily stick papers up to so you can see them while you do problems. Not everyone needs a whiteboard, but it never hurts to have a place to do some mind maps of concepts to help you create the big picture for math/science/lit/history/sociology or pretty much any subject.

6. Bathroom proximity - the closer the bathroom, the less time you need to leave your stuff unprotected while you pee. Packing up everything just to go to the bathroom is a pain, you have to re-unpack everything, and half the time someone steals your spot while you’re gone. Be closer to the bathroom so you can just leave your stuff, be gone for a few, and come back. Plus that time you waste going up, down or across floors or building is precious study time. If you need a break that badly that you’d rather walk to a further bathroom, considering taking more small breaks every 30-60 minutes of studying. It’ll likely help you study longer.


Sorry for the long post, but look for these things to find the perfect study spot, away from a library or every over-used and always taken spot. Now you can utilize those weird buildings on campus that are always empty because it’s a small department/major! Rejoice!

Oh, and good luck on midterms! I believe in you, you believe in you, go kick some ass.

Have you ever been somewhere that was definitely real but also felt like a dream? Maybe it was somewhere foreign, a place that you were invited to that exceeded all of your expectations. Maybe it was somewhere familiar, a quiet night with close friends that felt stuck out of time. Maybe you met someone new that night and you talked for hours. Maybe you proved to someone that you were worth more than they thought. Maybe you discovered something about yourself watching other people in their natural habitats. Maybe you had a good time. Maybe you didn’t. Maybe you just spent the night doing nothing in particular but wishing that it wouldn’t end.
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Mozart In The Jungle: “You Go To My Head”, by Vikram Murthi