what us girls think

  • Atsushi: [starts singing] I feel like…
  • Dazai: Atsushi-kun, what are you doing…
  • Atsushi: I feel like!
  • Atsushi, singing: Ever since I was a young boy, I’ve always held my tongue,
  • Never spoke the words I felt inside and now my time has come.
  • I’d push my feelings deep deep down, now I’ll tell the world,
  • exactly what I think and feel, about every boy and girl.
  • Armed Detective Agency, Port Mafia, The Guild, out of nowhere and singing: Every boy and girl!
  • Atsushi: Yeah!
  • Everyone, singing: Gonna tell us what he thinks about us! Gonna tell us what to do! Gonna tell us what he thinks about us! Gonna show us something new!
  • Atsushi: Stop! Fitzgerald’s popular and funny, but your friends just like you for your money!
  • The Guild: We only like you for your money!
  • Atsushi: Chuuya’s rude and impolite cause he can’t get over a breakup!
  • Everyone: Cause he can’t get over a breakup!
  • Atsushi: Akutagawa thinks his style’s unique, but he’s just one more emo freak!
  • Everyone, mainly Edogawa: He’s just one more emo freak!
  • Atsushi: Edogawa, your jokes are lame and lazy, and you sing just like a dog with rabies!

someone: blah blah rose gives dave relationship advice bc she knows so much from being in a relationship w kanaya-

me: wait a second what? who? are you SURE?

anonymous asked:

Oh !! Do you have any headcanons for Cherosie maybe? 🍒🌹❣️

-for reasons cheryl doesn’t understand yet, she starts spending more time with josie mccoy. maybe it’s because tina and ginger are gone, maybe it’s because valerie and melody started dating, but the amount of time she’s started to spend in josie’s music room should concern her. and yet, it doesn’t 

-cheryl nearly runs when josie comes to her in tears after her father did god knows what to her self esteem. she isn’t used to this role. she doesn’t even think she knows how to be nurturing. but josie steps into her arms and cheryl finds herself whispering empty threats to her dad the way she knows she’d want josie to do for her. when josie finally calms down, josie kisses her so hard cheryl’s afraid her lips might bruise 

-a few months later and they’re in josie’s room, lips buzzing from all the kissing. she lets josie undress her. her hands shake as she goes to undress josie, too. “you know it’s okay if you’ve never done this before,” josie says. this time when they kiss it’s with softness that makes cheryl’s head spin. “i haven’t done anything like this before either.”

-the first time cheryl tells her is when she’s leaving on tour with the cats. cheryl should be supportive but her head keep telling her that she won’t come back. tears prick at her eyes but she won’t let them fall. “i love you,” cheryl says freely; the first time since jason died. “and now you’ll leave me, too.”

josie shakes her head. “cheryl,” josie’s eyes shrine with tears, too. “i promise i’ll be back.”

-it’s almost five months before she sees her again. josie’s gone for the summer and first quarter, too. they call, they text, but cheryl still feels like she’ll wake up and josie will have been violently ripped away from her.

-there’s commotion at school that day. exasperated teachers try to reel their students back in but it’s useless. people talk, celebrities and the pussycats and josie and-

she pretends like she didn’t wear a pussycats’ tee shirt to school that day. she avoids veronica’s knowing eyes like the plague. she considers sending an acid remark her way but she knows that she’ll only be building a case against herself. 

-when the bell that signals the end of the day does finally let out, cheryl is the first out of her chair. she sends a text to the vixens, practice is canceled, and she knows none of them will question it. she weaves through hoards of students, not bothering to stop when they call out to her. and then she sees it: the shine of metallic cat ears. five months of frustration melt away in the five easy steps cheryl takes to reach josie.

“there’s my girl,” josie says.

“you came back,” cheryl says back.

“i told you i would.” 

-josie cups cheryl’s cheeks and she kisses her, a kiss that cheryl thinks is well worth the wait. she hears the faint snapping of pictures, sees the flashes of lights behind her lids, knows that their kiss will be plastered on social media before it’s even over. but that doesn’t matter because josie is here. josie came back and her lips are even softer than cheryl remembers.


Modern Raven Reyes Aesthetic - 20 years old, born in L.A., plegia and chronic pain due to a car accident at 15, early graduate from MIT as a double major in modern astrophysics and aerospace engineering, works as a part time mechanic, into the east l.a. chicano punk scene, recruited by NASA, super tatted and bisexual as hell.

[modern bellamy blake]

one thing that is interesting about lana is that her art is very much about a womanhood that it centered around men–many of her songs are love ballads which emphasize traditional heterosexual tropes (video games, blue jeans) and she often expresses a kind of femininity that is about catering to men, sometimes in an explicitly negative way (ultraviolence)–but at the same time i would consider her work totally woman centered. i think she writes about experiencing a womanhood that is centered around men, but she tells that story for women: entirely from a female perspective, meant to touch a female audience (this is what makes us girls). i really love that. i think she loves women and like i feel like she loves the exact type of girl i am, and i really adore that to no end. she really speaks to me, sorry to sound like a big normie drama queen! i think themes of patriarchy abound in her work, and the way she explores those themes absolutely speaks to a feminine perspective, in a way that truly acknowledges the complexity and humanity of female subjecthood. sorry! just what i think. she puts words to things i’ve felt but never known how to say, and let’s not let the fact that she has lyrics like “let me put on a show for you daddy” eclipse the fact that she centers female experience in a way that is, tbh, really feminist imo.

The Netflix Series of Unfortunate Events is turning out to be awesome! Super stoked for season 2. Loving how VFD members are getting a lot more screen time too! And Lemony Snicket!! And UNCLE MONTY!!!

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  • : :
  • *outside Speedy's*
  • Molly: *approaching Mary* What's going on?
  • Mary: *grins* I found the father of your baby.
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* What? How...how do you even know who the father is?
  • Mary: *digging in her purse* I believe this belongs to the father of your baby *removes the scarf*
  • Molly: *groans* Oh God...he’s in there right now?
  • Mary: Yup.
  • Molly: *sighs* Let's get this over with.
  • Molly & Mary: *enter Speedy's*
  • Tom: *waving* Hi, Molls.
  • Molly: ...
  • Tom: *looking between them* So, what’s up?
  • Mary: *nudging her forwards* Well, Molly has something that she wants to tell you *gestures the scarf* while we're on the subject, I believe that this is your scarf.
  • Tom: No... *unzips his coat* this is my scarf.
  • Mary: ...
  • Mary: *looks at the scarf in her hand* Ah. Could I get anyone a coffee or...poison? No? Just for me? Okay *hurries off*
  • Tom: *concerned* What’s going on?
  • Molly: *sits opposite him* Nothing. Mary just... sort of made a mistake.
  • Tom: *smiles* I’m pleased Mary called. I know we broke up because you thought we weren't compatible. I was thinking...does that matter?
  • Molly: *hesitates* Tom...
  • Tom: We were perfect together *holds her hand*
  • Molly: I’m pregnant.
  • Tom: Oh. *drops her hand*
  • Tom: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: You can go.
  • Tom: Thank you *runs off*
  • *John & Mary's*
  • Sherlock: *staring at the baby*
  • John & Mary: *enter the flat*
  • Mary: *smiles* Hi. How was she?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Fine.
  • John: *lifts his daughter* There's my girl. Were you good for your Uncle?
  • Sherlock: *sighs*
  • Mary: *smirks* You love her really. You're a natural.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I'm going to have to get used to it.
  • John: *nods* Yes, you are.
  • Sherlock: *winds the scarf around his neck; smiles a little*
  • Mary: *looks up; points* That's your scarf?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Yeeeeeees.
  • Mary: ...
  • Sherlock: *shrugs on his coat* Goodnight *leaves*
  • Mary: *squeals with happiness*

They ask me what is love?
And I think of my parents
And how I’ve never seen them be loving towards each
They don’t fight but they don’t love either
Is this love?

They ask me what is love?
And I think of a girl I used to know
Who ran away with her lover
At the tender age of 14
She said he promised her the world
But all he did was use her body and throw her away
Is this love?

They ask me what is love?
And I think of my little cousin
And how she has a new boyfriend every week
How she says that this one is the one every single time
Is this love?

They ask me what is love?
And I think of my brother and his girlfriend
About how they are always fighting and not in a good way
Always shouting at each other over the phone
Is this love?

They ask me what is love?
And I think of you and all the words I’ve written for you
And how you’ll never be able to read them because I won’t show them to you
Because we are friends and nothing more
Even with all the midnight conversations about God and faith and Universe
And how you found a new go-to girl who shows less emotions than me
Is this love?

—  Is this love? Is this it? Is this what it’ll always feel like? // JustScribbledWords
King & Queen of Gotham -Requested

Request : Hi, I was just wondering if you’d be able to write something where the reader is a fan of Jerome and has been obsessed with him since he first came into the press, ad then he finds out about her and finds her in her house where maybe he makes her is ‘queen’ or something? Also could she be plus size please? Many thanks! X

Hope you like it! xx

Message any Requests x

Originally posted by lovelylittledarkthings

I’ve always had an infatuation with Jerome. He had this confidence that I admired. He acted as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Since he died, I ran around with that cult who was obsessed with him for a while. I knew that they were going to try to resurrect him but I also knew that somewhere they would fuck up so I started doing my own thing. My assumption was correct and I found that out when I saw that dick Dwight on the news with Jerome’s face over his.

Rolling my eyes I shut off the television and left to find something or someone to keep me busy. You see, Jerome’s story is much like mine. My father used to beat me and touch me, and I never really had the strength to take him down until a few months ago. When I killed him I felt a power I never had before. I felt stronger and more alive. Since that night I lure men to my apartment and usually kill them slowly. Most of them just think it’s kinky when I tie them to a chair but when I pull out my blade I see the lust in their eyes change to fear.

No one ever suspects the quiet, chubby girl. That’s what us plus size girls have in common, most people think we’re shy and weak. But we hold more power than everyone else. Leading a strange man to my house, I smirk as he keeps his eyes everywhere except my face. He grips my waist and starts kissing my neck. Walking inside he throws his jacket onto the floor and I back him into the living room. Once he falls into the chair that has taken so many lives before him, I begin to strap him down. He smirks,

“Damn baby, I didn’t think you got down like this.” I roll my eyes before climbing off of him. “No one ever does.” I respond before taking off my jacket, leaving me in a white tank top and shorts. Walking across the room I find my favorite blade before walking back. Once he opened his eyes and saw the blade his smirk falls.

“What type of shit is this? I don’t do knife play.” He spoke angrily, trying to move his arms. I laughed out loud.

“I never asked if you did Darlin’. And by the way, that chair is reinforced. But please, by all means try to get out. I like the chase.” I begin to smile and laugh as he tried to move. I climb back on top of him and run the blade across his chest. Pressing down in some places to see the blood poke it’s way above his skin. He screams out in pain. I smirk before looking up at him.

“Awh, baby what’s wrong? You look so sad. Maybe I should make you happy again.” I speak slowly, putting my blade inside his mouth before cutting at the corners. “There, now you’ll be happy forever.” I begin laughing uncontrollably before I hear a knock at my door. My eyes widen in panic as the man starts to scream for help.

“Sorry to cut this short darlin’.” I quickly say before I slit his throat and stab my knife into his chest. I take a few deep breaths before walking to my door. I quickly fix my hair, my tank top has blood splatters on it but I could easily lie and say its ketchup.

Opening the door I see a man with his head down, dressed in a GCPD uniform. My breath catches in my throat and I smile. “Can I help you officer?” I try to say in a sweet voice.

“Y/N L/N?” The man speaks in a gruff voice, still looking down.

“Yes sir. Is there a problem?” I ask smiling, silently wishing I changed my shirt. 

The man took off his hat and he started to look up. That’s when I saw the scars around his face.

“Jerome Valeska. I’ve heard so many amazing things.” He smiles and held out his hand. You take it and begin to laugh.

“I thought Dwight was a dumb ass but it looks like he actually got something right.” Jerome laughs at your response before walking into your apartment. Following the trail of clothing he finds the man in your living room, now dead.

“Oooh. Looks like you were busy.” He smiles a crazy smile before turning to me.

“He would still be alive. I like killing slowly. If you kill them too fast, then what’s the point?” I smile at him before taking my blade out of the mans chest. “So.. Is there a reason you came here?” I ask before sitting on the couch, wiping the blade on my shirt.

“As you must know, now that I’m back I need to take Gotham by a storm.” Jerome speaks wildly, waving his hands in the air.

“Then why don’t you go find your followers? Most of them will throw themselves in front of a bus for you. You’re like their Messiah.” I smirk, looking up at him. He smiles.

“That’s good to know, but they’re sloppy. You, on the other hand, know what you’re doing. And you enjoy it. You’re free. And for me to be King of Gotham I must need..” He trails off, smiling. “A Queen.” I finish for him, standing up to look him in the eye.

“Exactly!” He begins to laugh uncontrollably. I smiled before joining him. Eventually he stopped and held my face in his hands.

“So gorgeous.. Whaddya say?” Jerome speaks, looking deep into my eyes. I smirked, “Let’s do it. We’ll rule this shitty town.”

He smiled at my response before pulling me into a kiss. And that was the start of us. The King and Queen of Gotham. We wrecked havoc all across the city. There wasn’t one person who didn’t know our names. Criminals envied us, citizens feared us. There was nothing we couldn’t do as long as we had each other.

This is shorter than I hoped it would be. Let me know what you all think! xx

anonymous asked:

Omae is a disrespectful/offensive way of saying "you." As a Ciellizzy shipper I wouldn't exactly like him calling her that :/

This bothers me on so many levels right now so let’s count them:

Here is wikipedia:


Ciel is a freaking brat. Could you imagine him speaking to people in the most polite tone there is? No. Ciel’s simply a rude kid so I like that pronoun for him. But even if we say it’s not the politest “you”, it’s still not the end of the world, right? I doubt he speaks like that to more influencial people tho, @akumadeenglish?  Anyway, it’s not like calling Lizzy “omae” would indicate him trying to be rude to her. It says more about Ciel himself I think. 


NOW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! You’ve probably read this above already but I feel like pointing it out: a very casual relationship with someone you’re very close to? Like for example…your fiancee whom you grew up with? I totally love this because on top of allowing him to express his big ego the pronoun also indicates he and Lizzy are close. I must say this is almost the main reason I am bothered with your ask. If he were to address her more politely it’d be because he’d have to be worried she’d take him to be rude. But she doesn’t. Elizabeth is fine with her Ciel saying “omae” to her. It’s just super casual like he can be himself. I am also not quite sure how rude it really is. Like, anime gives a lot of room for speach patterns of all kinds and even there you can see them contemplate about each other’s use of pronouns and honorifics and such. In the end of the day, isn’t “omae” just “you” without any extras? Japanese people seem to be very sensitive there already… like when you walk up to a stranger and call them by their name without any honorifics… It seems to be such a big deal in their culture…Weird. XD But in that way it suits them, right? Ciel and Elizabeth are so close. Ciel and Elizabeth don’t use honorifics for each other either so “omae” makes sense, right? @akumadeenglish, correct me if I’m wrong please, I’m only speaking from my anime experience. (Oh my God, how did I end up here? XD)


Bam baem BAM BAAAAAAAAM~ Tell me again that as a shipper you wouldn’t exactly like him to call her that. Tell me again, now’s your chance! XD Seriously, I didn’t know that either before this topic came up. THIS IS SO COOL! Acknowledgement for the ship. God bless. Japanese is so weird and so much fun! X3 

I kind of love how that pronoun suits them so perfectly, how much better could it possibly get?

But now I have to come to my main reason to be upset:


He calls her “omae” here too in the original. Does it really matter what word he uses? Like, this is what Ciel thinks of her: the girl he will protect at any cost. How could it possibly matter to anyone if Ciel were to address her with a rude pronoun!? It is simply beyond me how that could ever matter! I don’t understand what’s the big deal about it. Even if he actually were to address her rudely,which he doesn’t do, this is what his actions say. Do you as a shipper think the pronoun would actually matter compared to this?

…I feel I’ve gotten lost in a rant. Feel free to point out to me how much shit I just threw together here. Have fun. XD