why do you like this guy

Some of you are saying that the citizens of Hasetsu probably think Viktor is just Yuuri’s eccentric foreign boyfriend and I cannot say how much I agree.

“What a nice young man,” says Tamura-san, who used to run the fish shop in town and now usually sits beside the register and chats with customers while her grandson rings them up. She was born before ice skating was declared an Olympic sport and has absolutely no idea who Viktor Nikiforov is. 

“Yes, we’re very glad to have Vicchan staying with us!” Hiroko says of Viktor, who’s standing behind her cradling fifteen pounds of tuna and smiling brightly at Tamura-san. 

“How good of you to follow Yuu-chan home after he graduated!” Tamura-san continues, about ten decibels louder than she needs to. Tamura-san is about 87% deaf in her old age, but nobody has the heart to tell her so. “You must love him very much!”

Viktor, who has no idea what she’s just said to him but who heard Yuuri’s name, just blindly says, “Oh yes!” and grins even brighter. 

“Have you seen Viktor Nikiforov?” demands a rabid paparazzo of some poor fisherman just trying to do his job.

“Who?” asks the fisherman, frowning at the lens of the camera. 

“He’s tall? Foreign? Silver hair?”

“You mean Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend?” says the fisherman. Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend had run by ten minutes before with his poodle in tow, European synth pop blasting so loud from his headphones that it could be heard for a full minute both before and after he ran past. The fisherman doesn’t exactly know where Katsuki-kun found that guy, but he looks at Katsuki-kun like he hung the stars, so the fisherman can’t blame him.

In the end, he tells the paparazzo to go the opposite direction of the one he just saw Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend go.

A girl from Hasetsu graduates high school the summer Yuuri returns from America and is inspired by his experiences to go to college in America as well. She arrives in her freshman year dorm room and is greeted by a poster of Viktor Nikiforov hung up by her roommate.

“Why do you have a picture of Viktor?” she asks, bewildered. Viktor is wearing a pair of black slacks and a bright pink shirt unbuttoned almost to his navel.

“Oh, you know who Viktor Nikiforov is?” her roommate asks, excitedly.

“Do YOU?” the girl asks, incredulous. Viktor is known to her as “That foreign guy that followed Yuuri back from America when he came home” and also as Viktor-Who-Puts-Jam-In-His-Tea-Like-Who-Even-Does-That. Certainly not as Viktor Nikiforov, Five-Time World Figure Skating Champion and definitely not as Viktor-Who-Deserves-To-Be-On-Someone’s-Wall.

Come October, Viktor has started introducing HIMSELF to people as Viktor I’m Yuuri’s Boyfriend. While half of Russia reads articles about Figure Skating’s Living Legend, a sleepy town in Japan wakes up every morning to Yuuri’s Boyfriend Viktor wheeling through town on his bike with Yuuri and Their Cute Dog.

Viktor loves Hasetsu.

My Little Problem

Summary: Phil Lester is a great student council president. He’s got pretty much everything under control. Everything, that is, except a punk kid that keeps skipping class in favor of following Phil around.

Genre: High School AU, Student Council!Phil, Punk!Rebel!Dan, Fluff, First Confessions, Humor

Warnings: mentions of cigarette usage

A/N: Honestly? I enjoyed writing this. It’s just a little one shot to try and get rid of this writer’s block. I love high school AUs, and I saw a prompt for this I couldn’t ignore. Hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

He just couldn’t seem to figure that boy out.

Phil closed his locker, and his thoughts must’ve been obvious on his face, because his friend Louise grinned at him.

“Is Howell still skipping class? I thought you’d’ve stamped that out by now,” she remarked, closing her own locker and following him down the hallway. “Although, it isn’t like you’re the first person to try. The last student council president, Mark Fischbach, tried to get him to go. That was the first time I think I’ve ever seen Mark get fed up.”

Phil rolled his eyes, adjusting the tie of his school uniform. “That may be, but I’m the president now. He’s the only guy that’s given me actual trouble. The teachers don’t even want to help me out; they’ve all given up on him.”

The pair rounded the corner, and Louise waved. “I’ve got French, so I’ll see you later. Lunch?”

Phil nodded and waved back before entering his own class, English Literature. He was particularly fond of this class, and was ready to tune out his problems for a little while.

However, halfway through class, he heard the familiar sound of someone plopping into the desk behind him. He sighed.

“I suppose you have a good reason for skipping your science class to come here?” Phil asked, turning around to come face-to-face with none other than Dan Howell.

Dan smirked. “I have my reasons.”

Phil sighed.

Dan Howell had been Phil’s little problem for the past three months. Ever since he’d been elected student council president, he’d been doing his best to maintain order and peace within the school.

That wasn’t to say Phil was a complete stickler for rules; he’d let people pass with a warning sometimes or overlook something if they were generally a good student.

But Dan Howell was the one problem that stubbornly refused to go away.

Dan was a punk boy with an attitude. He had no problem back-talking the teachers, skipping class, and generally only scraping by with the bare minimum. Phil had tried, and failed, on many occasions to force him to go to class. He’d even memorized the punk boy’s schedule.

Dan had seized the opportunity to start pestering Phil wherever he went. He followed him to his own classes, waited for him outside the school, and generally enjoyed being a part of Phil’s routine that he didn’t ask for.

“Well, you should be in science. Mr. Deyes won’t be too happy to see you somewhere you don’t belong.” Phil tried to sound authoritative, but it was an empty threat and they both knew it. All the teachers had given up punishing Dan, because he’d simply leave the school.

Dan smiled, unaffected, and Phil ignored the quickened pace of his heart. “But I don’t wanna be in science. I wanna be here.”

Phil sighed again, turning back around. “Fine. But you’re going to your next class, Dan.”

“Whatever you say, Prez,” Dan sang, and he was actually quiet for a little while.

Soon enough, however, Phil felt something touch his head and he rolled his eyes. Dan liked to play with Phil’s hair, earning a reaction from the other boy. But Phil was determined not to give him the satisfaction, and resolutely kept working on his paper.

As the time ticked by, Dan’s hand began to wander. He ran his fingers through Phil’s hair, then paused as it got close to his hairline. Slowly, the soft touch moved lower, to Phil’s neck, rubbing a bit of sensitive skin there.

Phil squeaked, as Dan had never pulled this one before, and whipped around. His face was red but he didn’t care. “W-What are you doing?”

Dan withdrew his hand, but that familiar unaffected smirk was still there. “What? It looked so soft. I bet no one’s ever touched there before.”

Phil pursed his lips, not about to reveal that he was right. “Don’t you have homework you could be working on?”

“Nah.” Dan leaned back. “I just wanted to see you.”

Phil blew out a breath just as the bell rang. He glanced at the clock. Lunchtime.

By the time he looked back at where Dan had been sitting, the other boy was up and moving. “See ya later, Prez,” Dan called behind his shoulder, winking.

“Fix your school uniform,” Phil called after him halfheartedly. His eyes lingered on Dan’s retreating form just a second too long before getting up and heading to the lunchroom.


Phil was walking out of the school.

He’d stayed after school with student council duties that day, so he was much later than normal. Everyone else had already headed home. He ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly, adjusting his bag slung over one arm.

Phil paused at the gate, looking around. Usually, Dan would be standing there, just waiting for Phil so he could follow him home. Of course, there was no Dan today. He refused to acknowledge the twinge of disappointment in his chest, turning to keep walking.

However, he noticed the door to one of the clubhouses was left open, and decided to go close it quickly before heading home. As he approached the door, he caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. His nose wrinkled and he groaned to himself. Now he’d have to kick out whoever was smoking on school property.

He stood in the doorway, flicking his eyes over the scene of three boys he didn’t know lounging in the room, taking puffs of the cigarettes.

“Guys,” he began, his tone resolute, “you know there’s no smoking allowed on school grounds.”

They looked at him, and their eyes grew steely as one of them pushed off the table they were leaning against. “If it isn’t little Phil Lester.”

Phil raised an eyebrow. Little? He was six-foot-two.

The boy took a step towards him. “Look, Lester. Why don’t you just let this slide, and we’ll pretend this never happened?”

He stood his ground. “Sorry, guys, but rules are rules. Go smoke off school property.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and Phil felt a twinge of worry. Surely they wouldn’t get violent?

The leader had taken another step towards Phil when he heard a familiar voice behind him: “You heard the Prez. Get out.”

Phil nearly jumped in shock. That was Dan’s voice, but he sounded different. Rough and angry, with an undertone of a threat.

The leader backed off immediately, spotting the punk standing directly behind Phil. Dan’s hands rested on Phil’s shoulders. “Yeah, sure, Howell…we were just teasin’ him a little…”

“Well, it wasn’t funny,” Dan growled, and Phil’s heart leapt into his throat. He’d never heard Dan sound like this before.

The pair moved aside as the three others left, and Phil finally turned to face the other boy. “Why are you still here?”

Dan’s face was still dark, and he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. He didn’t answer.

Phil softened a little as his pulse returned to normal, and he stepped towards Dan. “Hey, thanks for helping me out. I didn’t–”

“You always do that,” Dan interrupted him, glaring at the floor. “You always fucking go off and try to fix everything without thinking about it. Especially those guys…”

Phil frowned. He wasn’t really sure what Dan was trying to tell him, but an unease was crawling in his stomach. He didn’t like seeing Dan so agitated, but he wasn’t sure what to do to calm him down.

So he did the first thing that came to mind: he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

Dan tensed, but Phil just squeezed, saying: “I really appreciate your help. Sorry for causing you trouble.”

Dan laughed a little, and Phil suddenly felt strong arms incase him. “You causing trouble? You cause me trouble every single day, Prez.”

Phil huffed. “Me? What about you? I can’t even get you to go to class!”

He tried to pull back, but Dan’s grip tightened. “Another minute.”

Phil sighed, leaning into Dan and let the moment happen. He wondered if the punk could feel his rapid heartbeat. But he had to admit it was a calming moment, both of them seeming to regain a balance.

They pulled back, and Phil looked up. Dan’s eyes were warm, and for a second Phil thought he was going to say something, but then he smirked.

“See you tomorrow, Prez. Thanks for the loving embrace.”

Phil reddened. “Just go to class tomorrow!”


Phil hadn’t seen that familiar smirk all day, and it was getting harder and harder to pretend like it didn’t bother him.

His eyes would snap to the door every time someone entered, but it was never Dan. He was starting to get jumpy. Had something happened to him?

When lunch rolled around, Phil marched all over the school, searching. If Dan Howell was here, then by God, he was going to find him.

Eventually he did find him, but not in a place he expected.

He pushed open the door to the music practice room, only to hear the melancholy sound of someone playing the piano. He looked over, and his eyes widened in shock at the sight of a particular brown-haired troublemaker seated at the piano.

Dan continued playing, apparently lost in the music. Phil closed the door quietly and leaned against a nearby wall, listening. Dan was pretty damn good. He was slightly surprised at the melody Dan was playing; it was a quiet and almost mournful dirge.

The piano stopped suddenly, and Phil opened his eyes. Dan was sitting quietly, staring blankly at the keys.

“So this is where you run off to instead of class,” Phil finally spoke, snapping Dan out of his reverie. The punk whipped around to face him, startled, but relaxed when he saw who it was.

“You gonna turn me in, Prez? Write me a detention slip?” Dan teased, but both knew Phil wouldn’t do that.

Instead of answering, Phil padded over and stood next to the piano, his hands lightly skimming the keys. “I didn’t know you were so good at the piano, Dan.”

Dan followed Phil’s progress with his eyes. “I never meant for anyone to find out I liked it. I’m not that great.”

Phil withdrew his hand. “I beg to differ. You’re incredible.”

Dan was silent, staring at a key as though his life depended on it. He seemed to be struggling over something, and Phil was about to ask what was wrong when Dan stood abruptly, turning to face the other boy. His eyes were burning, and Phil blinked.


Dan sounded fed up, and Phil was about to apologize when Dan continued.

“Do you have any idea how frustrated you make me?”

Dan had Phil crowded against the piano, staring at him intently. Phil swallowed, hoping his face wasn’t red. “Um…sorry?”

“I don’t like class. I don’t like school. I’m fine with barely getting by and eager to get out of this fucking place. But then one day, we get a new president.” Dan kept creeping closer. “And I’m skipping class like normal, when suddenly this guy with the bluest eyes and a lopsided smile and a pretty face lectures me about skipping. A guy I find I can’t ignore.”

Phil’s brain is short-circuiting. He coughed out: “Uh?”

“And then this guy has my whole world turned upside down. I’m suddenly following him to class. I like it when he lectures me about my uniform. I wait for him after school because I like talking to him. Then I start caring about this boy.”

Dan’s face was flushed, and Phil isn’t about to interrupt to say how cute he looked.

“I notice he does everything by himself and cares about others. He works hard but doesn’t use his status to his advantage. He’s kind to me even though I give him so much shit. I watch him every day and I find myself actually wanting to do the things he tells me. That fucking guy. The guy that ruined everything. D’you know who I’m talking about, Prez?”

Phil swallowed. Dan’s extremely close, and his head was buzzing. “Um. Well. I-I don’t know, but I can tell you something.”

Dan tilted his head, waiting.

“My life was going great until I suddenly had a reoccurring problem. There was this punk kid in my grade who kept skipping, who kept causing problems, who kept waiting for me after school…and then I realized maybe I liked having this problem…”

Dan’s smirking again, and Phil suddenly can’t help but to smile, too.

“Suddenly, I found someone I wanted to play the piano for,” Dan whispered, and then the gap between them closed and Phil’s mind is reeling. He can feel Dan’s lip ring on his mouth, the same lip ring he often tells Dan not to wear to school, and he suddenly gets the urge to tell Dan never to take it out again.

They broke apart, panting, and Dan’s smiling in satisfaction. “I knew you’d taste as sweet as you look.”

“Shut up,” Phil murmured, turning even pinker. “You’re still breaking school rules. You’re supposed to be in class.”

“So? You’re helping me break those rules, Prez,” Dan grinned, leaning forward to nuzzle his face into Phil’s neck. “Lemme see that spot I touched yesterday. I couldn’t stop thinking about your damn neck.”

“Listen,” Phil squeaked. “I have a name, you know. It’s Phil.”

Dan hummed against his neck, taking his sweet time. “Yup. But it’s so satisfying to see you get all worked up when I call you Prez.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “You certainly like to tease me.”

“You’ve got no idea,” Dan mumbled, finally pulling back to grin at the other boy. “But you like it.”

“Yeah,” Phil admitted. “I do.”

They took a moment to smile at each other, and Phil felt his fingers interlocking with Dan’s.

“But I’m still giving you detention for skipping class all day, Dan Howell.”


There’s a new power couple at the high school.

If you were acting up and got caught by Phil Lester, the student council president, it was an unspoken rule to just accept punishment. If you caused Phil any trouble, you’d have to answer to his boyfriend–Dan Howell.

Dan Howell was still the school’s most famous punk, but it was rare to see Phil at school without him. Some said he actually went to most of his classes now. What a feat.

As for Phil Lester, pretty much everyone liked him. He was a pleasant guy, funny and friendly with a heart of gold. You just had to be careful, as being too flirty would set off the hot guy always slung over Phil’s shoulders.

Some were daring enough to call Dan Howell whipped, but he’d shrug his shoulders as the Prez would neatly hand them a detention slip. Phil would claim it was for “rude and disruptive behavior,” but everyone knew that if you talked bad about Dan you’d hear from the student council.

Sometimes, if you’re really lucky, after school you may be able to hear the piano being played in one of the music rooms. You might even glimpse the famous Dan Howell playing it, with a smiling Phil seated next to him, leaning on his shoulder.

That’s just a rumor, though.

As if either would admit to breaking the rules or playing the piano.

I Hate You, I Love You | Montgomery Dela Cruz x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: It’s the first time I’ve ever written and posted an imagine for someone else other than Zach! But this was requested so, I hope you guys like this too. Warning: things kinda escalate quickly lol. Enjoy!

Request: Uhhhh maybe a Monty x reader love hate fanfic?


Taking AP Chemistry was both the best and the worst. I do enjoy it, but it really is too much work sometimes, just like now. We were told to make a research paper and I thought that I could use my free period to get started, so I went directly to the library.

I picked up a few Chemistry books and made my way to the large table at the back of the library, away from all the students. I liked my alone time. As I turned page after page, a tall figure pulled the empty chair in front of me and rested his backpack on top of the table. I looked up from my paper and see Monty, who had his face buried in his folded arms, while his head rested on his backpack. He was sleeping.

“Hey. Wake up.” I whisper at him and he doesn’t move.

“Wake up, we’re not allowed to sleep here!” I whisper once again and he still doesn’t budge.

“This is a no-sleeping area! I’m going to get in trouble because of you!” I whisper-yell at him and kick his shin and he jumps up with an irritated look on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Mind your own business will you?!” He snarls at me and I huff in annoyance.

“If you want to sleep, then sleep somewhere else. Don’t do it here, I don’t want to get in trouble when you get caught.” I reply.

“Why do you think I chose to sleep here? The librarian can’t see. Dumb dumb.” He says and I was caught speechless by his remark. A little hurt, if I were to be honest.

I shut my mouth and let out one last sigh to express my shock and disgust at his behavior. I just can’t wrap my head around him. One minute he’s as sweet as candy, and the next minute he’s just plain mean and arrogant. It has always been like this with Monty. He’s like Marmite, you either love him, or you hate him and I don’t exactly know where I stand just yet.

I continue writing my Chemistry paper, and once and a while I’d find myself stopping to take a look at the guy sleeping in front of me. He looked so vulnerable like that; his ears turning red, probably from the heat in the library. It was a hot day, and the air conditioning in the library wasn’t on full blast. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, his nose twitching from time to time, probably because of a dream. His pink, plump lips were slightly apart as warm breath escaped his lips.

The sound of the bell awakened both him and I as we jump back into reality. He got up, swung his backpack on his right shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the library on his own. He didn’t even have the decency to wait for me as I placed my notebooks inside my bag. I shook my head and continued to walk out of the library.


The next day

Monty, Justin and I were on our way out of our Peer Communications class to meet our friends in the cafeteria for lunch when I had a sudden craving.

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Did you guys know JVR is the love of my life? And did you also know I’d give my life for the Toronto Maple Leafs? Cause… I totally would… It felt like I did a few times this season anyway… Ok! So JVR! Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: hi could you do one where you are dating JVR and he invites you to the team/family photo but you don’t know why because you’re just dating and then he proposes? hopefully that makes sense!!


              “I want you to come, please” James said, giving you a puppy dog look.

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anonymous asked:

Why do girls cosplay the most? Like they mostly costplay guys???

its not mostly girls? I see a as much men dressing up as I do women so maybe you just see girls more because of who you follow?  and most people cosplay as their favorite characters,  so like me, I cosplayed as castiel and handsome jack cause they were my favourite characters from those games/ tv series.

Guys just tend to not dress as girls cause it makes them look too feminine and are often teased about it more in todays society, not as much as it used to be but yeah its still a thing where guys would get teased of it.  which kudos to those who say fuck it and do it cause I like seeing people dress up as their opposite genders c: thats what I’ve gathered anyway!

you know when when Cis White Fandom (eyes towards the omgcp fandom bc u guys can get really bad with this ugh) is like “omg fandom is so toxic i keep getting called out for every single little thing i do boo hoo!! we cant do anything these days!!!”

well the problem is y’all keep creating racist and transphobic content and don’t take the necessary steps to look into yourself, examine why your content is racist and/or transphobic, and just complain about how your fragile feelings are hurt instead of y’know. apologizing. 

and that’s why so many people of color are so frustrated. we point out why a certain fanart or fanfic is racist but you just come crying with ur white tears as if these issues have never existed until someone pointed it out to you. when in fact we’ve been experiencing this from the very beginning. and y’all dont respect us and don’t respectfully apologize. 

anyways, White Fandom is the worst and i’ve just about had it with all these yts wanting to be coddled bye

anonymous asked:

Imagine taking a warm hot shower and trying to relax when all of a sudden Bucky storms in to your shower cornering you and grabbing you and just having tobtake you there and you're so shocked and like whattt.... He smirks at you giving you his '40s charmed smile "just conservin' water doll"

why do I always get these just as I’m about to shower 😂😂😂😂 do y'all have a sixth sense?

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imisstheyellowpillow  asked:



This has been asked twice and I didn’t realise so here you go. 

Basically, I was at costa with my bestie and while she was buying her coffee I got a table and was scrolling through tumblr and it was the day Katie said it would be naive to not see Supercorp so I was beaming when she came to the table. This then led to a 10 minute conversation about why I love Katie ‘you can’t make a show without lesbianism in all fairness’ McGrath with her just happily listening. 

All this time, on the table next to us this old white guy was at the table next to us reading his paper but he hadn’t turned the page the whole time and he kept glancing over so I knew he was listening but for some reason that didn’t stop me being stupid. 

So my best friend was like “I swear you’d do anything for that woman” and I was like hell fucking yeah shes a goddess and then she proceeded to say “anything? would you do anything?” and I was like yeah and she asked some simple things like go anywhere in the world to get her something and jump off a waterfall type questions. Then she asked me “even join ISIS?” and the guy at the table next to us immediately looked straight at us but for some reason, even after briefly seeing the panic in his old clearly quite judgey mans eyes (he’d made loads of expressions while I was talking about Katie that suggested his thoughts were eww lesbians), I managed to say yes without even thinking. This man immediately grabbed his bag, didn’t even pack his stuff away and jumped up, literally jumped, from his seat and ran to the counter. 

By this point me and my bestie were crying with laughter at his response and I watched as he flagged a member of staff and then left the shop as quick as and we decided to leave shortly after. I half considered be prepared for the government to come pick me up later that day to question me but it was all good. But yeah, I genuinely made a guy shit himself and it was great. 

First off; holy shit. 500+ followers. I really did not expect this account to get that popular, and honestly, I have to thank all of you guys for even liking this blog enough to get us to this point, and I hope I can still do this blog justice in the future.

Second; for anyone who remembers that time I said I needed more mods, great news; I figured out a way to consider bringing in more mods!

Details below the read more for those second people.

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anonymous asked:

How did your parents found you liked guys?

My mum was like “you like guys don’t you?” And I said “yes, yes I do”

My dad caught a first hand preview of my sexual orientation. 👏🏻this👏🏻is👏🏻why👏🏻we👏🏻knock👏🏻

I’m watching this summary of what’s gonna happen in Alien: Covenant and they revealed there would be a LGBT couple (two guys) and like this comment oN the video is saying “Oh you know besides all this LGBTQWXYZ crap it looks good”. Like dude? First of all LGBT people exist? Second, it’s an alien movie? A good ninety percent of supporting characters die? The last thing you should be complaining about is gay couples when you should clearly be asking why the fuck do I still have to see Michael Fassbenders android frame again playing TWO different androids
Also I’m happy we’re finally getting these gays in space. Finally we too can die by Xenomorph. We’ve reached equality


Jamison:  I’ll be the first to admit that it’s not always fun and games though.  For some reason, some people don’t feel like they should have to pay for art and music.  Nevermind that we put our blood, sweat, and tears into it every day. I had this guy approach me about playing guitar at his wedding.  When I brought up how much I charge…he looked at me like I was crazy. He figured that I’d just play for free in exchange for free food and drinks from the bar. 

Teresa: Really?

Jamison: I asked him if he was going to pay the caterer and photographer with food and drinks.  He said, ‘of course not!’  I asked him why he would expect me to do it.  You know what he said?

Teresa:  I can’t imagine!

Jamison:  He had the nerves to say, ‘because you just play guitar!’ I told him to get outta my face before I showed him a few other things that my guitar could do! 

Teresa:  *laughs* Oh my goodness…what did he do then?

Jamison:  He took it for the threat that it was and promptly got outta my face.  Needless to say…I haven’t seen him around since then.

Teresa:  *laughs even harder* I’m sure he’s seen you though and made sure to avoid you at all costs! 

Jamison:  *chuckles* Maybe!

anonymous asked:

I don't understand why every guy I like ends up not liking me in the end, and the guys that do like me I don't have any interest in what's so ever. I'm so tired of being lead on to find out after a few months they "aren't interested in a relationship" it's starting to fuck with my mind ))): have you ever been in a situation like that !?

Yep pretty much all guys done that to me, I only had a few seriousish ones until I found my bf now, it’s just boys you. You’ll find mr right one day, forgot about boys for now, there not worth the heart ache & stress xxx

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can i have some advice? Cuz one of my friend started dating my bi friend, which is alright cuz we are all friends anyway but said friend is one of my closest friend that i started having overly possesive feelings and thoughts like those abusive men and that really scares me cuz i dont want to be that guy but I cant shake them off... i dont know what to do

Mirror talks help. Look at yourself in the mirror, and tell yourself off. Get angry at yourself. Call yourself out.

It sounds stupid, but you have no idea how many times I’ve pulled myself to the mirror and told myself to “get over” something. 

See, our brain doesn’t always listen to reason, which is why you can spew facts at someone’s face every day but they still won’t believe your point of view, because they don’t feel something for it. 

And because the mirror can trick us into thinking someone else is talking to us. That’s why they say to practice speeches in front of a mirror.

Good luck, anon friend! 


anonymous asked:

I want you to be so honest with me. Like no sugar coating at all. Don't even be nice about it. Okay so why do guys play me? Like I know I'm blunt & to honest. And a lil mean. I know that. But is that the reason they play me? My confidence is low. My depression is high. & I already go through enough and they make it worse. I do nothing but love them. All I ask for is attention from them, love, loyalty, honesty, & don't have me looking stupid smh. Am I not good enough or something 😔

You’re just looking for qualities inside guys that they just don’t have. Not a lot of people be ready to commit they just think they are then when shit gets real, commitment scares them or they just wanna be “players” and do people dirty not knowing that karma will definitely catch up to them. I don’t think nothing is wrong with you, you just have to slow down when getting feelings for someone. Pay more attention to their actions and not just their words. Don’t be so quick to give yourself to somebody because you’re worth more than that. As long as you stay yourself and know you can love genuinely then God and time has the rest. Ain’t shit to worry about.

anonymous asked:

I came out as lesbian in 7th grade, and so everyone just, took that and ran. Now, I'm coming out more, and I'm actually a straight male, or at least a bi dude with a preference for girls. But people wont drop the "You're the gayest person i know" thing, and its really awful. Just, stop calling me a lesbian guys. I'm not. That and my wlw/mlm friends keep saying "why would you want to be straight?" And? You guys KNOW how much it sucks when people say things like that. Why are you doing it?

I’m so sorry honey :(

That really sucks. We recognize you as a straight boy, not a lesbian.

Can we just take a moment to look at this?

Given this scene seems to come from a fantasy of Abel (or at least it seemed like a fantasy to me, since things clearly didn’t go this way in the last chapter), is this how Abel sees Cain?

Is it only me or does Abel really see Cain as some adorable Prince Charming?

Is it only me seeing this like this?

Oh Abel you naive romantic little puppy. How I love you.