anonymous asked:

With the whole crush thing, I am totally feeling that right now. I don't even see my crush anymore so I feel I've missed my chance. But little things remind me of him. Something as simple as an advert for a job, because I know that's what he's doing with his life now. But sometimes I think he's better off. All of my issues would probably be too much for him. They are too much for me. :/

i sorta forgot what i wrote about my crush but i’ve changed in the past 24 hours when it comes to dealing with him and let me tell you something

if your crush liked you, nothing you did or said or even not seeing each other can mean for sure he does not like you anymore or that he’s moved on, maybe he is still hoarding some feelings for you, you don’t know that. i’d say don’t move on, know where you stand and where he stands, ask him out on a friendly day out or something and you will see if he’s into you like eVEN TINIest flirtation would mean he hasn’t moved on

as for myself, since i truly have no  memory of what i wrote about my cursed crush that has been tearing my soul apart for several months now, since he is actually taken and has been taken all that fucking time, i’ve decided to stop pretending to be shy or to walk on eggshells in front of him so i don’t say something wrong or flirty or something like that. i have been killing myself with thoughts of what i’ll do if he stops liking me or showing affection for me. i’ve become my confident self, i’ve embraced my flirty nature when i’m around him and it’s his time to wonder if i feel something for him or if i’m being a friend. 

so this is my advice when dealing with crushes: be yourself. your weird nerdy self. if they like you, awesome, if they don’t, hell, i’ll like you for them. you’ll all be my nerds forever.

  • Me:*sigh*
  • Cashier:What's wrong?
  • Me:It's the scent of this place. It's nostalgic. Reminds me of lavender scent of my grandmother's house. Even color of the walls remind me of the bygone era of my childhood; the dim sunsets of a fuzzy summer evenings, and faint memory of fading dreams.
  • Cashier:Ah, you want to start all over do you? I know the feeling. It's enough to drive me to the brink.
  • Me:Verily. At some point, I began to live my life in retrospect. The now doesn't matter anymore because everything has become so bland. What am I to do in this monotonous life when my happy times passed so long ago. It's as if-
  • Cashier:*turns into a 9 foot tall vibrating metal cube that deconstructs me at a molecular level and turns me into pure radium powder*
  • Guy, with that as fetish who actually wrote this post:*doesn't even jack it just looks at the screen all sweaty and breathing heavily*
  • Girlfriend:*walks into the room unannounced* Everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange recently.
  • Guy:*quickly closes all tabs* Oh, nothing. I'm just like. I'm... you know. I've been tired.
  • Girlfriend:*suspiciously* ...sure. Pizza's here by the way.
  • Guy:Okay, cool. I'll be right out. *wipes sweat from head*
  • Girlfriend:*texts best friend* He's definitely cheating. He just closed like twenty tabs on his computer!!!!!!!
  • Best Friend:Did you look through his browsing history?
  • Girlfriend:Yeah, it's all wikipedia pages about radioactive stuff. It's so fucking weird. He's either cheating or a terrorist.
  • Best Friend:That's creepy. I'd break up with him.
  • Girlfriend:I've been considering it, but it's complicated. I still feel so strongly about him. I don't want to ruin our relationship.
  • Best Friend:Sometimes you have to break things off with the people you care about the most. For a little bit anyway.
  • Girlfriend:Yeah, I get that. It's so hard though. I can't imagine life without him.
  • Best Friend:You have to do what you have to do. It's the only way to move forward. Getting stuck in a stagnant relationship can ruin you.
  • Girlfriend:I guess you're right...
  • Best Friend:*is wearing a full hazmat suit.*
  • Doctor:*walks up behind her* Jennifer, stop texting. We need you in the bottom.
  • Best Friend:Sorry, got it.
  • Best Friend:*descends in elevator, sees 9 foot tall humanoid ant corpse on the ground* Fucking gross! Do you know where it came from.
  • Doctor:No clue. It's why we called you here.
  • Best Friend:This isn't like any cryptid I've ever seen. It must be extraterrestrial in origin. Wait... is its body full of gummy worms? *hears the sound of the elevator going up behind her*
  • Best Friend:Doctor! Where are you going!? What the fuck!?
  • Doctor:Waves to her from the elevator.
  • Ant Humanoids:*appear from the shadows in the hundreds*
  • Best Friend:No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.
  • Ant Humanoids:*surround her*
  • Best Friend:Don't fucking come near me! I'm highly radioactive! You'll all die if you eat me.
  • Ant Humanoid in the back:*listening to comic book podcast*
  • Podcast Guy 1:So when it comes to Superman, I feel like there are actually two characters. Clark Kent, the man. Then there's Superman, the ideal. They're the same person but represent very different aspects of him.
  • Podcast Guy 2:Comic books are fucking stupid, my dude. *cellphone buzzes* Hold up, I gotta take this.
  • Podcast Guy 2:*gets an alert that his favorite fetish forum has updated, licks lips fuckingly*
  • Podcast Guy 2:*under breath* Oh yeah. A new radium dust sexual fanfic. Can't wait to tweak my noodle to this! Zoo wee mama!
  • Podcast Guy 1:What did you just say.
  • Podcast Guy 2:Nothing, man. We were talking about Superman. Let's continue with that.
  • Podcast Guy 1:Yeah, as I was saying. Superman would definitely be a power bottom and

That moment when you don’t sleep, get bored of working on your final projects and end up doodling at 3 AM in the morning… I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore… But yeah,  Adrien learns Marinette likes… Adrien? what?

Oh god… I need to sleep. 

Someone take me away from the computer.

  • me outside:I'm fine.
  • me inside:okay but who honestly gave jeon wonwoo the permission to slay us all with this new ashy blonde hair thingamabob hair thing and the fact that we are all feeling so attacked right now and the fact that he doesn't even have any idea we're feeling so attacked right now this is too much but his hair looks too good buT ITS TOO MUCH WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE ANYMORE I DON'T FEEL FINE AT ALL wonwoo obviously feels fine and looks fine too bUT NO THIS IS ILLEGAL I REPEAT THIS IS ILLEGAL DID I EVER MENTION THIS.IS.ILLEGAL.

people don’t talk about modern!newsies headcanons enough like 

-they work at Barnes and Noble
-Katherine is an aspiring author/literature student who really loves her maxi skirts and Pinterest

-Davey takes up a part time job to help his parents pay the bills but he gets stuck babysitting Les so he sets him free in the children’s department of the store-
-Jack totally runs an aesthetic blog 

-that’s full of lots of pictures of nature
-and stills from old western movies
-the lodging house is probably a foster group home 

-store manager Wiesel overworking them and cutting their hours

-Spot Conlon works at like Books-A-Million on the other side of the mall
-Jack Kelly in skinny jeans, a flannel, and a beanie
-I’m putting it out there that Crutchie and Davey are total theatre geeks and probably cried watching Les Mis together or something


A/N: yeah the first danvin i write is mildly upsetting wooo what does that say about me

Summery: “‘He was wounded,’ Geoff starts, and Gavin almost starts spiraling again. He remembers the other man’s words earlier: He’s gonna be okay. He breathes.

Gavin get’s a call.

Pairing: Danvin

The room is far from quiet. The usual pre-recording chaos makes the tiny office feel even smaller as everyone shuffles about, and the volume is so loud that Gavin hardly even hears the first few rings from his cell phone that’s sitting right next to him. Almost.

He sighs, tearing his eyes away from where they had been staring at his screen, trying to mess with the brightness on his monitor before they started recording the Let’s Play. The room seems to go silent when he sees the name and number lighting up the screen.

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