why do you do this like wow

anonymous asked:

how do you get over a fuckboy??!?????? i've never been played like this before.. he isn't even good in bed and i still have a crush on him 😭😭 he tells me he likes me then next thing you know he just stops talking to me?? ??? why is he such a liar and why do i keep falling for it :/

wat I did was keep repeating the ugliness about him I promise u that is the answer it made me c ppl I was like wow hez gonna b my husband into he’s a demon of Lucifer whom wanted 2 ruin my life but not today Satan! U jus keep working on u and reminding urself how bad they could and were for u

Diane Guerrero photographed by Braden Summers

Any chance you’re considering a future in politics?
It does interest me. I actually studied political science and communications in college. It was really hard which is probably why I want to sing and dance. This is a lot more fun, but I feel like things are coming full circle. Once you do a little growing up and look at the news and say “wow, I’m not OK with a lot of stuff that’s happening,” it’s hard not to look the other way. I’ve shifted my negatives into positives but that needs to happen for everyone—I can’t be the only one who feels this way so I want to do everything I can to help.

Steve has no shades of grey when it comes to Bucky and I love him for it. Bucky’s in Austria, whats he gonna do, walk there? If that’s what it takes. He’s been brainwashed Steve, he doesn’t know you. He will. Steve he’s wanted by multiple governments, why won’t you hand him over? He’s my friend and it wasn’t his fault. Like, there’s no question for Steve, there’s no part of him that hesitates, no other factors play into it, is it Bucky? Does he need help? Steve will do whatever it takes to give it to him. Can you believe how much he loves Bucky wow.

w4w guide to girls

wow, so you’re probably thinking to yourself or selves right now, “what are girls? where do i meet girls? how do i get them to like me? why does it feel like someone is peering into my mind right now?” and other pressing questions. today i will answer three of them.

what are girls?

girls are girls. they’re whatever girls are. girls are tall. sometimes they are not. sometimes they seem to have inverse heights that distort the space around them. some girls have vaginas or penises or intersex genitals or maybe even nothing. it’s amazing how many things that girls are and often these things are contradictory or paradoxical on the quantum level. if you’re reading this, you may yourself be a girl. if you’re not sure, try asking yourself “am i a girl?” if yourself says yes, then you’re a girl. if no, sorry, this isn’t for you. if you’re not sure or you find out new information later come back and read this another time.

where do i meet girls?

girls can be found just about anywhere. a cave. in a dream. at a noise show. anywhere. sometimes they don’t even exist at all for long periods of time before manifesting themselves physically after a series of rituals involving candles and/or swear-heavy incantations. girls like dark, damp places. sometimes they do not and they like other places. i once met a girl in a house i was living in. that girl was my mom. this is not a guide on meeting your mom. you want to meet a girl you can date. 

how do i get a girl to like me?

no one knows. i once got a girl to like me by mentioning nihilism as a means of survival. sometimes they like it when you make a joke about a horse. i once liked a girl because i saw her lift 200 lbs over her head. there are likely an infinite number of ways to get girls to like or dislike you. this often depends on the girl. is the girl a goth? try wearing all black or, if you don’t own enough black clothing, blotting out the sun with your foul miasma. is the girl into hiking? try corralling deer and wolves into her home to recreate her favorite surroundings. is the girl a timeless entity beyond mortal understanding? try flowers.

i hope this helped and you can all meet some nice girls to kiss or hold hands or enact full communism with <3


Yoo Youngjae’s Birthday Countdown - Day 7

G is for Glasses

“why do you use crayola colored pencils and copy paper”

“why do you use ms paint and paint.net”

“why do you draw with a mouse and not a tablet”

“why don’t you use a good digital camera and not your laptop/camera phone”

“stop showing me a picture of an empty wallet”

Dating Jacob Portman would include: 

a/n: wow i’m so bad at these but people give me requests so here it goes

- you would definitely be 10000x shorter than him cause that boi is tall as frick

- wearing his clothes OBVs

- you giving him cute kisses on his nose and cheek 

- he doesn’t like it because it’s his things to do

- you like doing them too much but he gets mad

- when he’s jealous oH LORDIE

- he only watches you from afar with narrowed eyes as another guy flirts with you

- why? because he knows you’ll shoo the guy off, which you did

- after, he pulls you extremely close to him, gripping your sides with a small smirk on his face 

- i mean kissing would be wonderful bc his lips would be so soft, dude

- you two being together would save emma a heartbreak, okay

- everybody would be teasing you two

- his parents would love you, they would treat you like their own daughter

- your parents would be strict, but your dad wouldn’t be the tough one, it would be your mom, i think so :D

- he would of course be very awkward around them

- his hair, his hair, his HAIR would be like a forest for your fingers when making out

- there would be so many pictures of each of you on the other’s phones

- your friends would send you pictures of you together, LOTS of them

- if on social media, you would post something once in a while with jacob and there would be a cute caption

- lots of comments like “gOALS”

- he would be such a virgin, DUDE

- and you too, ofc

- your first time together, and ever, would be awkward and giggly

“oh shit, boobs”

- hickeys, can you hear me, HICKEYS MAN

- and he would smirk when he would see them after

- he would cherish you so much, oh my god

- i want a jacob portman

161210 yongsan fansign

hoshi: i ate korean mixed soup for breakfast…
jeonghan: lunch lunch.
hoshi: it was lunch…for breakfast…
jeonghan: donkatsu omurice!
hoshi: donkatsu omurice…it was really good. make sure to eat everyone.
jeonghan: hoshi is..
hoshi: i am done with my diet!
s.coups: hoshi really doesn’t diet anymore!
jeonghan: now he’s eating whatever he wants.
hoshi: i’m now eating whatever i want! …going to gain (weight) again~
s.coups: did you know? when he was on his diet, i ordered chinese food for breakfast once. hoshi cried because he was hungry.
hoshi: that time, really, ah…i really cried!
s.coups: he really cried!
hoshi: i thought “wow, why am i dieting like this?”
s.coups: he had his head down so i asked him “hoshi what are you doing?” then he cried “hyung, i’m so hungry…”
hoshi: doing that and working out gave me so much stress. but now since i’m not doing that (it’s whatever~). i’m happy now~
jeonghan: he’s really crazy~
hoshi: i am now living happily~

source: black crush
translation by mountean

 fancy date :D

APH Russia: Wow… who’s this babe you’re with, Honda?
APH Japan: That’s Yao. And he’s not a girl.
APH Russia: Hey there Yao. What do you like to do?
APH China: I like to read!
APH Russia: Uh… okay… why?
APH China: Cause books teach me useful things!
APH Russia: … like what?
APH China: I’m glad you asked! I have many examples! For instance, did you know that if you electrocute someone while holding them under water it will leave no burn marks on the body?
APH Russia: Umm… no?
APH China: You do now! And that’s the power of knowledge!
APH Russia: So… like… do you wanna take a bath… together?
APH China: Can I bring an industrial strength toaster?

Continuation of this fluffy fic for Annabeth’s 23rd birthday; Just demigods being dorks. I laughed a lot while writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it!

“I always knew you were his favourite,” Clarisse growled. “It’s so obvious.”

Annabeth laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on!” Clarisse waved a hand at the dining pavilion, which was decorated with a huge Happy Birthday banner and far too many blue and silver balloons. “Who else would Chiron extend the curfew for?”

It was the early hours of the morning, and while Chiron had sent all the younger campers to their cabins he’d given his blessing for the party to continue on with just Annabeth’s special guests - which was really more than enough. With ex campers from both Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter in attendance, Percy had done a great job of completely blowing Annabeth’s no fuss birthday request.

She blew a stream of air out from between her pursed lips. “Well, technically, none of us are really campers anymore -”

“You Athena kids and your technicalities,” Clarisse snarled, but there was no menace in it.  “Just admit you’re the golden child and get it over with.”

Thankfully, Chris asked Clarisse to dance before she could get properly annoyed with Annabeth, who was too busy laughing to respond to the accusation.

Just as the Ares camper left, Frank stepped in to take her place. “Golden child, huh?”

Annabeth smiled at him, softer than the smile she’d given Clarisse. “Apparently.”

Grover snuck in between them, chewing on his plastic cup. He bleated a laugh. “I can believe it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her cup. “You can?”

“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “You’ve been practically running this place since you were seven. And look at all these people who travelled to celebrate with you…”

Annabeth swept her gaze out over the pavilion, which was packed with all of her demigod friends - people she’d grown up with at the camp, people who had quested with her and fought by her side, people whom she loved. And at the centre of it all, Percy, blue icing smeared across his chin from where Piper had just mushed her piece of cake into his face.

“I don’t think any of these people consider me to be the golden child of camp, though. That honour probably goes to Percy.”

“Eh.” Frank shrugged. “Everyone knows that you two are a package deal, anyway.”

She watched her boyfriend chase after Piper with a cup of blue soda as she shrieked, “No powers, no powers!”

“I don’t need powers to pour this over your head, McLean!” Percy shouted, scaling a table and spilling soda on Calypso’s shoulder as he went. “Sorry!”

Annabeth laughed. “Lucky me.”

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The hardest thing about being a Baby is that we still think of Zelo as that cute little bean with the ramen hair, who refers to himself as a kitten, with that cute high voice, who blinks and laughs in the cutest way known to humanity. And now he’s out humping the floor, going shirtless, rapping about “whipping it out”, going to clubs at 2 in the morning and posting it one his insta and it’s like, child why must you do this? And now it’s a mix between; “Wow, look at him being all grown up and finding himself! I’m so proud of him!” and “WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THIS? IT IS PAST YOUR BEDTIME, AND THE ONLY THING YOU’RE WHIPPING OUT IS A FORK TO EAT YOUR VEGETABLES BECAUSE YOU’RE NOW GROUNDED MISTER!!”

disconnected | l.h.

Who knows if Luke’s texting mistake could lead to something great.



Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Chapter 3

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Monday, October 28th

Let’s play 20 questions.

(Y/N), it’s 12 in the morning.

I’m aware.

What happened to not wanting details?

I don’t know, impulse decision?


What’s your favorite type of ice cream?

Wow, such a hard hitter to start off! Chocolate.

Where do you live?


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of piano players and restaurants

Genre: can you guess it?

Words: 7.970, Jesus Christ. I need to be stopped.

Warnings: Alcohol is mentioned like… twice…

Summary: Phil is a waiter working in his best friend’s restaurant. One day, when the owners decide to hire a new pianist since their last one was a complete fail, Phil is kind of skeptical about it — can you blame him? The last pianist was insane — but once he meets Dan Howell, he realizes it’s not as bad as he thinks.

a/n: Again. One of those stories that I could’ve left at 2k but then I went, “THESE CHARACTERS DESERVE MORE AND SO DOES THE STORY AND I CARE ABOUT IT TOO MUCH TO LEAVE A NORMAL ENDING,” so yeah. God. I need lessons on how to not let myself get carried away.

This is also for my beautiful beautiful friend/wife Ravie, whose birthday is in like two weeks and a couple of days but I like to give her earlier presents. (also hi Ravie. It’s just a habit to give you longfics as presents whoops.)

(also it’s getting really ironic how I can only write cheesiness when I hear Hyper Music.)

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The Signs as Lines in "Aaron Burr, Sir" (Hamilton)
  • Aries: I may have punched him. It's a blur, sir.
  • Taurus: Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.
  • Gemini: Burr, the revolution's imminent. What do you stall for?
  • Cancer: I'm getting nervous.
  • Leo: What time is it? Showtime!
  • Virgo: You spit. I'm 'a sit. We'll see where we land.
  • Libra: Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I'm free!
  • Scorpio: Lock up your daughters and horses, of course.
  • Sagittarius: Two pints of Sam Adams, but I'm working on three!
  • Capricorn: Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.
  • Aquarius: Oooh, who is this kid? What's he gonna do?
  • Pisces: He looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid.
do you have to be special? 
do people have to recognize you, no matter what? i don’t think so. 
at the very least, not when it comes to this child. 
he doesn’t need to become great. 
why does he have to be better than everyone else? just look at him. 
don’t you see how cute he is? 
he’s already great, because he was born into this world.


“Hey guys, welcome back,” you waved to the camera. “We’re going to be doing a Boyfriend VS Best Friend challenge today, except this time it’ll be Christmas themed. And since Zoe couldn’t be here, I had to call Joe as a back up instead. And since Joe couldn’t be bothered to come over, like the lazy asshole he is, we have Dan filling in as my replacement best friend.”

“Wow, thanks a lot. Remind me again why I agreed to do this?” Dan asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Because you love me,” you said, patting his knee. “And you’ve been texting me non-stop over the past few weeks, fanboying and telling me how badly you wanted to meet Tom. He’ll be here in a few minutes. So you’re welcome, Danny.”

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