why the hell have i never seen this before


triggers apply, mentions of death, murder, threats, sexuality and sexual/nsfw mentions. feel free to add/change pronouns.

❛ Anybody know you’re here? ❜
❛ Well, you see, I didn’t know where your office was. ❜
❛ In other words, the whole town knows you’re here! Get out! ❜
❛ You don’t know how hard it is being a woman looking the way I do. ❜
❛ You don’t know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do. ❜
❛ I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way. ❜
❛ Don’t you realize you’re making a big mistake? ❜
❛ I didn’t kill anybody. I swear! ❜
❛ The whole thing’s a set up. A scam, a frame job. ❜
❛ My whole purpose in life is to make… people… laugh! ❜
❛ I’m out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing? ❜
❛ Toons are supposed to make people laugh. ❜
❛ You don’t understand. Those people needed to laugh. ❜
❛ Then when they’re done laughing, they’ll call the cops. ❜
❛ A laugh can be a very powerful thing. ❜
❛ Why? Because you made him/her laugh? ❜
❛ Okay, nobody move! ❜
❛ You heard me, I said drop it! ❜
❛ I have to satisfy my sense of moral outrage. ❜
❛ I’d love to embrace you. ❜
❛ Put that gun down, you buck-toothed fool! ❜
❛ Give me another excuse to pump you full of lead. ❜
❛ So you thought you could get away with it, didn’t you? ❜
❛ Why, the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a ton of bricks. ❜
❛ We toons may act idiotic, but we’re not stupid. ❜
❛ You mean you could’ve taken your hand out of that cuff at any time? ❜
❛ No, not at any time, only when it was funny. ❜
❛ I would have been here right after you called, but I had to shake the weasels. ❜
❛ I want you to know I love you. ❜
❛ Is he/she always this funny, or only on days when he’s/she’s wanted for murder? ❜
❛ Can you guess what this is? ❜
❛ Freeway? What the hell’s a freeway? ❜
❛ Traffic jams will be a thing of the past. ❜
❛ Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? ❜
❛ Is this man removing evidence from the scene of the crime? ❜
❛ I see working for a toon has rubbed off on you. ❜
❛ What do I look like? A stenographer? ❜
❛ I’d say it was the booze talking. ❜
❛ Got a thing for rabbits, huh? ❜
❛ Search the place, boys, and leave no stone interned. ❜
❛ You think that’s funny? ❜
❛ No hard feelings, I hope. ❜
❛ You won’t think it’s funny when I stick that pen up your nose! ❜
❛ Look, the stain is gone. It’s disappearing ink. ❜
❛ The hand buzzer. Still our biggest seller. ❜
❛ So what happened, huh? ❜
❛ You can drop anything you want on his head, he’ll shake it off. ❜
❛ One too many refrigerators dropped on his head? ❜
❛ Don’t you appreciate the magnitude of that? ❜
❛ I’m surprised you’re not more cooperative. ❜
❛ Remember how they always thought there wasn’t a way to kill a toon? ❜
❛ That’s one dead shoe, eh, boss? ❜
❛ I would think you of all people would appreciate that. ❜
❛ I don’t know how many times we have to do this damn scene! ❜
❛ If you really needed money so bad, then why didn’t you come to me? ❜
❛ I’ve already got a stiff on my hands, thank you. ❜
❛ So I took a couple of dirty pictures, kill me. ❜
❛ Nose? That don’t rhyme with “walls.” ❜
❛ Seriously, what do you see in that guy/girl? ❜
❛ You need a heart, before you can have an attack. ❜
❛ Are you trying to give me a heart attack? ❜
❛ I can tell you now it ain’t gonna come cheap. ❜
❛ Question is, do you have the way? ❜
❛ Jumpin’ without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain’t it? ❜
❛ I don’t think you want it. ❜
❛ What the hell happened in here? ❜
❛ I’ve never seen a mess like this! ❜
❛ What do you call the middle of a song? ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing, chump? ❜
❛ Don’t let me catch your peepin’ face around here again. Got it? ❜
❛ Stop that laughing. ❜
❛ You know what happens when you can’t stop laughing? ❜
❛ One of these days, you’re gonna die laughing. ❜
❛ We just want the rabbit. ❜
❛ What are we gonna do? ❜
❛ The best part is, they work for peanuts. ❜
❛ Work’s been kinda slow since cartoons went to color. ❜
❛ Long time, no see! ❜
❛ What are you doing here? ❜
❛ Remember you never saw me. ❜
❛ Boy, what is this, some kind of secret room? ❜
❛ That’s it. I’m calling the cops. ❜
❛ I come here for help and what do you do? ❜
❛ So long, and thanks for nothing. ❜
❛ Probably looking for a good place to stick a knife! ❜
❛ A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it’s the only weapon we have. ❜
Deathly Calm

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester

Length: 1723+ words

TW: Character death, cheating, implied smut, car accident

A/N: This is for Brook @wayward-oneshots and Taylor’s @impalaimagining Angst Challenge! This was super fun to write, and thank you for giving me the chance to join the challenge! I don’t know why I find this one so sad. I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! 

Prompt: “You told me to go to hell. Well, this is it - my life without you.”

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Dean bellowed. 

“I was saving your life,” you replied calmly- well, as calm as you could. Inside, your heart was racing. You’ve never seen Dean this mad before, and having him scream at you like that was enough to worry you. Despite your concern, you knew it would be best to stay calm. Be the steady water against his blazing fire. 

“The fuck you were- You were being stupidly reckless!”

“I’m sorry, Dean, but I was not, and you know it.”

“If you want to be stupid on your own, that’s fine, but don’t bring your shitty decisions when you’re hunting with us! We’ve already got enough shit on your plate, and we don’t have time to be babysitting you!”

“I can handle myself just fine, Dean. I think you need to cool down- you’re not thinking logically right now. I’m going to leave for the night, and we’ll talk in the morning.” 

“Oh, what?! You think I’m the one being unreasonable.”

“Right now? Yes.”

“Oh, go to fucking hell, Y/N. I’m done with your bullshit! If you wanna go on a suicide mission every time we go hunt, be my guest. Just don’t come crawling back to when you’re dying,” he spat.

“Bye, Dean.” You carefully closed the door behind you, deciding to get another room. The only room they had available happened to be the room right next to Dean’s room. You let out a sigh as you stepped in, careful not to make too much noise. The noise of heavy boots perforated through the thin walls, and soon your room shook with the force of Dean slamming the door beside yours. 

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So I’ve literally never seen this before in my life. My life is now complete. 
*clicks replay as she giggles nonsensically* 

Sanvers Week Day 2 - Nerd Girlfriends

In all her years of being wined and dined by well-intentioned young men she tried so hard to love, Alex hoped she’d learned a thing or two about how to treat a lady.

But when Maggie first came over to her apartment with pizza and beer, to make all her hopes come true and kiss her for what felt like the first time, Alex had blurted out that she wanted to take her on a date before she even realised that she’d never planned one in her life.

Where the hell did lesbians go for dates anyway? She didn’t think she’d ever seen any at the movies, at a restaurant… Did they just go to gay places? Is that why she’d never noticed?

The doubt must have shown on her face, because Maggie had smiled a little and tucked some of Alex’s hair behind her ear. “Danvers, you really don’t have to. I feel like I should take you out first. You know, to show you how the other half live,” she joked.

“Pfft, thank you, but I’ve got this,” Alex chuckled, eyes flitting anywhere but into the too-warm intensity of Maggie’s. “I can plan a date. I’m the best at planning dates. I’m…I’m known for it.”

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supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters

  • “ come on, man, is it much further? i’m cold.”
  • “ how did you find this place anyway?”
  • “ oh, i am so not going in there.”
  • “ we came all the way out here, might as well check it out.”
  • “ let’s just hurry this up and get back to the car, alright?”
  • “ want me to hold your hand?”
  • “ ew. shut up, you loser!”
  • “ ooh, look, it’s the evil root cellar. where satan cans all his vegetables.”
  • “ get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.”
  • “ i don’t see anything scary. do you?”
  • “ what? what is it?”
  • “ ha-ha. very funny.”
  • “ not a lot of scenery here. kind of gotta make your own.”
  • “ we’re not kids anymore.”
  • “ we’re not gonna start that crap up again.”
  • “ that prank stuff. it’s stupid and it always escalates.”
  • “ what’s the matter? you afraid you’re gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?”
  • “ all right. just remember you started it.”
  • “ most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”
  • “ there’s no harm checking this thing out.”
  • “ it was the scariest thing i saw in my whole life, i swear to god.”
  • “ i think it was blood.”
  • “ i had my eyes closed the whole time.”
  • “ rumor has it you might know about one.”
  • “ i didn’t think there was anything to the story.”
  • “ i don’t know what the hell to think, man…”
  • “ this was not a prank. i swear to god, i don’t wanna go anywhere near that house ever again.”
  • “ that’s exactly why you never get laid.”
  • “ hey, what about this one? you seen this one before?”
  • “ what are you doing here?”
  • “ what the hell are YOU doing here?”
  • “ i belong here. i’m a professional.”
  • “ oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
  • “ and i know who you are too… an amateur.”
  • “ so if you don’t mind. i’m trying to conduct a serious, scientific investigation here.”
  • “ huh. so, have you ever really seen a ghost before, or…?”
  • “ dude, come on, man. we did our digging. this one’s a bust.”
  • “ i say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.”
  • “ that’s all you got? it’s weak. that is bush league.”
  • “ why do i have to go in there?”
  • “ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
  • “ would you ever take that dare?”
  • “ hello? is anybody there?”
  • “ i think maybe we missed something.”
  • “ i don’t believe it.”
  • “ i got an idea.”
  • “ who you gonna call?”
  • “ come on, we don’t have much time.”
  • “ i dare you to take a swig of this.”
  • “ what the hell would i do that for?”
  • “ i double dare you.”
  • “ i hate rats.”
  • “ you rather it was a ghost?”
  • “ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”
  • “ maybe we should just go.”
  • “ sweet lord of the rings…”
  • “ it’s bugging the hell outta me.”
  • “ this whole damn job’s bugging me.”
  • “ that explains why it went after you, but why me?”
  • “ i thought it was funny at first, but… now that girl/guy is dead.”
  • “ it was just a joke. you know, i mean - none of it was real. we made the whole thing up. i swear.”
  • “ hey, where were you?”
  • “ hey, why don’t you get dressed? i wanna go grab something to eat.”
  • “ dude, what’s your problem?”
  • “ people believe in santa claus. how come i’m not getting hooked up every christmas?”
  • “ because you’re a bad person.”
  • “ how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”
  • “ man, i think i’m allergic to our soap or something.”
  • “ you did this? you’re a frigging jerk.”
  • “ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”
  • “ i know, but i’ve never actually seen a real ghost before. like, a real ghost! like, an apparition!”
  • “W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?”
  • “ oh, look at that. action figures in their original packaging. what a shock.”
  • “ why should i trust you?”
  • “ well, i have an obligation to kick your little ass right now.”
  • “ slow your roll, buddy. they’re gonna know we’re excited.”
  • “ if you pull that string one more time, i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ come on, man. you need more laughter in your life.”
  • “ you know, you’re way too tense.”
  • “ you didn’t.”
  • “ i barely have any skin left on my palm.”
  • “ what the hell are you trying to do? get yourself killed?”
  • “ so these - these guns don’t work?”
  • “ come and get it you ugly son of a bitch.”
  • “ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”
  • “ it’s fast and dirty, but it works.”
  • “ little lingo for ya.”
  • “ anywho, excuse me. i’m off to la-la-land.”
  • “ well, congratulations, that sounds really great.”
  • “ oh, yeah, luck, it’s got nothing to do with it. it’s about talent. you know, sheer, unabashed talent.”
  • “ i’m the one who put a dead fish in their backseat.”
  • “ truce?”
  • “ yeah, truce. at least for the next hundred miles.”
Never Loved Anyone More

Anonymous requested: Can you do one where Natasha gets jealous and possesive and MAJOR fluff please thank you!

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader (ft. Wanda)
Word count: 1.6k+

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Part 2 - G.D Give Me Love

Part 1 

“Well that’s my very direct cue to leave” Alex chuckled awkwardly as he moved swiftly past Grayson, but not before he mouthed ‘sorry’.
“What the hell was that for!” you hiss as you walk forward and shove Grayson lightly.
“Excuse me?” He warns as he takes a step forward, towering over you intimidatingly. You could feel the anger radiating off of his body but it didn’t make you back down for a second.
“I said, what the hell was that for!” You shrieked, raising your voice in annoyance.
“Why the f*ck are you sleeping with my best friends, in my spare room, at my party, AND AT MY HOUSE!” he yelled, his voice booming off of the walls. You took a step back, the fear screaming through your veins. You’ve seen Grayson mad before, but never like this, this was something else.
You stood there, in utter shock as his words hit you across the face like bricks. His face contorts into something else, something of disgust and repulsion as he turns his back to you and walks down the stairs. You stand there, every breath you take like sharp knives cutting your lungs, as your head pounds with pressure. You hear heavy footsteps running up the stairs, and soon enough a worried Ethan appears before you.
“What the hell just happened Y/N?” He rushes as he envelopes you in his arms. The tears escape your eyes without permission as Ethan’s black tee soon becomes damp.
“Shhh, it’s okay babe it’s okay, deep breaths” he hums into your hair as he kisses your forehead soothingly.
“I don’t know what happened” you choke.
“Just give him time, I think he had a bad night or something” he sooths.
“I didn’t sleep with Alex, I promise you I didn’t” you stutter.
“I know you didn’t baby girl, it’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay”

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But Ethan was wrong, everything wasn’t okay. For the next couple of days Grayson ignored you and went out of his way to point out that he was doing so. No good morning texts, no late night Friday movies, no apologetic phone calls. Not even a ‘hi’ or a ‘are we good’ like he normally did after the two of you fought. You’d tried messaging him, calling, you even tried going to his house but he had rejected everything you had done.
“It’s okay babe, I’ll try talking to him” Alex smiled weakly as he kissed you softly on the lips as if you could shatter into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful. The only good thing that had come out of this situation was the fact that now you and Alex were ‘dating’, but you don’t know if it is quiet worth losing your best friend over. The next day after everything blew up in your face, Alex came over to your place and confessed his feelings and asked you to be his, and something within you in that moment lit up like a fire and you couldn’t deny the feelings that followed when he kissed you.
“I just don’t understand why he’s so mad at me. At us? It makes no sense to me” you sigh completely baffled.
“He’s jealous” Alex said coldly as he stood up from the couch, running his hands frustratingly through his hair.
“Why would he be jealous?” you say confused.
“Because he likes you babe”. Wait, what?
“No he doesn’t? We’ve been best friends for years, and during those years he’s had countless amounts of partners. There’s no way he could be interested in me” you shake your head. But could he?
“I don’t know, it’s the only explanation for the way he’s been acting. I’m going to go talk to him, this is ridiculous. He can’t treat you like this” Alex snaps, as he grabs his keys and walks out the door. You considered staying there in the comfort of your own home, but you had a sick and twisted feeling about what was about to happen, so you chased after him and jumped in the passenger side.

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“Alex please don’t do anything rash” you beg as he pulled the car into the driveway, your heart rate picking up anxiously.
“I won’t babe, don’t worry” he smiles as he leans over and kisses you on your forehead before exiting the vehicle. You follow suit, entering the house to see a lazy Ethan sprawled across the couch and Grayson next to him on his phone.
“Grayson, we need to talk” Alex said sternly. Ethan looked up at us in fear like he knew it was just as bad of an idea as I thought it was.
“I have nothing to say to you, get out of my house” he snapped, refusing to look at you.
“Why won’t you look at me” you choke, the lump in your throat prominent.
“I have nothing to say to either of you, please leave” he repeated calmly, but you refused to accept that. You stomped your way over to him, and grabbed his phone out of his hands.
“That was a bad move Y/N” he growled.
“Look at me!” You raised your voice.
“Get out of my way” he said deeply.
“Yes Y/N”
“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on” you beg.
“Y/N, seriously. Leave” he glanced up at you as the water welled in his eyes. Was Grayson about to cry?
“Grayson” you whisper as you get on your knees and cup his face in your hands.
“Please don’t push me away, just tell me what is wrong” you said calmly as you searched his eyes for the answers that he wasn’t giving you. He looked as though he was about to crack, but he turned his head to look at Alex who looked distraught, and then back to you and whatever chance you had at finding out disappeared. He stood up abruptly, pulling you to your feet.
“I hope you’re happy. I just need time”.
“Time from what? Grayson I have no idea what is happening, please” you cry.
“Time to get over you”  

(captain boomerang ) - ( his babydoll )


You’re a Behavioral Sciences Major who’s writing a thesis on the urge to steal ( Kleptomania ) and what drives thieves to do the things they do.. You’re granted access to the Solitary cell of Captain Boomerang…, who you’ve chosen (because he reminds you of a boy you loved from your native Australia, which he happens to be!!!), and you’re left alone with him.. He’s been locked away for a little over 3 months with no female contact.. flirting and smut happen.


Reader x Captain Boomerang


Mature obviously

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Okay, look.. I’m obsessed with Captain Boomerang now, dammit. So I’m writing porn for him. I know 99.99 of my writings are about wrasslin but my thirst level is so god damn high for Boomerang and I have all these different HCS about sex with him swirling around in my brain.. Anyway, I know this scenario is highly unlikely, but… For smutty purposes, he pulled off prison sex.

@roleplayeroftheyear You made me do this bby!!! and ILYSM for it.

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Okay so I might be the last person on earth who has seen this but damn that’s so very sad and entertaining at the same time. I mean look at them, doing their awesome acting (which I couldn’t but actually really want to after seeing stuff like this) while trying to stay serious. Those Deatheaters waving their wands, pretending to be fighting their greatest battle while it just looks like little kids having some fun with some sticks. I don’t know why I’ve never seen this before but it makes me so happy that I want it to play again and again and again. 

I know that filmmaking works like this.. it’s just so.. awesome seeing all this stuff from such a perspective. 

Post 6x15 spoiler fic

I’ve decided to write this little fic after seeing sneak peek #2 for episode 6x15. My mind kept going to Killian and how he’d feel if he knew Emma had packed his things after his disappearance. The events happen some time after 6x15 or in any case, after Killian’s return. I hope no one takes offence at this, I’m a fan of both Emma and Killian, and I’m not overly worried about how the episode will end. Hopefully there aren’t many mistakes (it’s unedited).


They’re eager to get back home, to have a glass of wine and maybe relax in front of the TV for a bit before retiring for the evening. She’s attached to his elbow and it’s the most homey feelings she’s ever felt. But then, he’s always made her feel this way, even when she was fighting with all her might against the idea of “them”.

As soon as they enter through the front door, Emma’s eyes fall on Killian’s chest. It’s still beside the couch, where she’d left it. She looks at it guiltily. “Maybe he won’t see it” pops into her head, but she’s not that lucky.

She knows the minute he notices it, because his muscles grow tense beneath her hand. He just stands there looking at it for a few seconds and his silence makes her grow weary. She’d like to tell him she’s sorry. That she’s still afraid to be left alone, even after everything. But that it has nothing to do with him. “Killian…”, she starts, trying to figure out how to tell him everything that’s on her mind at the moment.

He looks at her then, and the words get stuck in her throat. He’s looking at her with such a hurt look in his eyes, like a puppy that’s been kicked by his beloved master, and her heart clenches. It lasts but a second, because he closes his eyes then. He still doesn’t say anything; just takes a few steps inside their living room, sighing heavily.

She wants to go to him. To ask him for forgiveness. She knows he had planned to leave, to find himself - he’d told her everything that happened to get him trapped on board the Nautilus - but he’d changed his mind. He’d always changed his mind in regards to her. No matter what, he’d always come back, he’d put her first on countless occasions. And her first reaction (and second and third, if she were perfectly honest with herself) after she’d noticed him gone, was to believe he’d left. She takes a first step towards him.

“Don’t.” He doesn’t turn towards her, but he passes his hand through his hair nervously. “I know why you’d think I’d abandoned you - bloody hell, I was expecting you to - but, Emma, I hoped you’d see to the man inside like you’ve done so many times before.”

His words cut like a blade through her; she’s never been actually hurt by a sword before, but she imagines it would actually hurt less. And the worst thing is that he’s right. After she’d gotten over her trust and abandonment issues, she’d seen the truth.

He sighs again. “I know why you did it and it’s alright, Emma. I understand.”

His reassurances don’t have the intended effect, though. It just makes her feel even worse because he’s always been so understanding and gentle with her.

He turns towards her then and closes the distances between them. He cups her cheek then, wiping an errant tear away. His eyes turn gentle, then: “It really is alright, Emma, I understand.” His thumb brushes her cheekbone in a soothing caress, then he steps back. “I’ll be in the shed for a bit, love. I … I need to put some order in my thoughts.”

She doesn’t stop him as he leaves through the back door. It kills her that she’s once again done this to him. And not a few days ago she’d stood there berating him for letting old fears overcome  him. Some fine example she is. A regular case of the pot calling the kettle black.

No more. She’ll never let those thoughts get the better of her. Not where Killian is concerned. Next time her demons will decide to play with her, she’ll think of this day and what it’s meant for them. Killian deserves her trust - her absolute trust.

Sighing, she bends over to grab the chest. She’ll put all his things back before he comes back. And she’ll cook his favourite dinner. And maybe later she’ll sooth all his hurt in other, more enjoyable, ways, too.  


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Lovely Tummy (Hoseok/Reader)

Prompt: hoseok smut where he convinces her to sit on his face even though shes insecure abt her tummy? (pet name kitten would be cool too, but not necessary💙)

Author : Admin Nan

Genre: Smut


Summary: You stared at your naked reflection restlessly. (Warning: oral, body worship, nudity)

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Ups and Downs

Requested by @milkandcookies528 : Maybe you could do one where reid falls in love with the reader who works at the bau with him. But she has a boyfriend and one night the team goes to a bar and the both of them leave to go to her apartment and are in the midst of sleeping with each other and her boyfriend comes home to see them together which causes a fight between her boyfriend and the reader and he breaks up with her. Sorry if it’s alot.

A/n: I slightly altered this request, i hope you still like it. 

Title : Ups and Downs

Pairing : Spencer reid x reader

POV: Switches a lot, 1st person, thrid person mostky

Word count : 2443 ( My longest to date! Thank @madamredwrites and her writing sprint for that)

Originally posted by stallingdemons

You begin to fall out of love when you stop.

Stop talking, stop caring, stop respecting, stop trying, stop loving physically and emotionally.

It’s when things stop being mutual. Your relationship switches from a two way street to a one way and then a deserted highway with tumbleweeds and the memory of what once was.

Now it’s just getting depressing.

Technically it wasn’t over, because neither of you actually acknowledged it. You both knew what was going on. You heard her on talking, you saw her smile as she looked at her phone, her sudden vigor and the joy in her face to go to work. You saw the signs of guilt, of trying to overcompensate.

You saw her trying.

Which is why you were here, with your team. Drinking yourself till your senses were numbed, till you couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. So you wouldn’t have to try, so you could just let loose and feel sad.

“Hey Y/N, you alright?” JJ frowned as she glanced at you, taking your 3 glass of whiskey.

You stared at your empty glass and laughed, a bit manically as the tears filled your eyes.

“No JJ. I’m not, i’m really not. “ you replied, running a hand through your hair before making your way to the dance floor.

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What do I say?

Hello! My apologies if this seems like more of a mental health question than a vet question, but I could really use some perspective from a professional.

I’ve been working in the animal care field for about 8 years. I started in rescue, but I’ve spent the last 4 years as a veterinary assistant.  

Late last year, I took a new job. Long story short, the intensive training process drove me to a literal nervous breakdown.  The break happened at work and resulted in my being committed to a mental hospital for a couple of days with a diagnosis of “major depressive episode with suicidal ideation.” I’ve dealt with severe depression for most of my life, but this particular job just… broke me. I quit and have been unemployed on government disability ever since.  I was only there for 4 months.

So my question is… What the hell do I say to potential future employers? I know I can succeed in this field because I have before and I still love what I do, but my confidence has been severely shaken. If I get asked why I left my last job/what I’ve been doing/why I quit, I fear I will quite literally burst into tears and start sobbing about never being good enough.

I’m well aware of the ongoing mental health crisis among veterinary professionals, and I’ve seen lots of literature about work/life balance and self-care and whatnot, but I’ve yet to see anyone address how to find a new job after a breakdown/burnout.  Any ideas? Please and thank you!

Ack, I’m so sorry this got to be so long. Um, maybe I can make up for it by leaving a fun question tax in your ask box? I’ll do that!

Say that you were sick, because it’s the truth. You’re not obligated to elaborate on the details of that illness unless it’s going to interfere with our job. 

Emphasise that this is definitely your passion, but the previous position was unsuitable with your illness and you have been recovering. 

I’m not a psychological professional, only a veterinary one, but I was pretty damn burnt after my second job. When applying for a few position sometimes I would be asked why I was leaving, and instead of straight out answering it I would have a more diplomatic answer. This was usually met with “Yeah, we know what he’s like” because that particular clinic and its owner had a reputation. Sometimes they didn’t bother asking why I left. 

I don’t know whether your intensive workplace has a reputation or not.

So I would stay honest, but not elaborate more than you need to. Say you were sick. Say you are recovering. Say vet medicine is your passion and you want to return to it, but this is what you need from a job. 

It’s tough to get back on your feet after you’ve been knocked about, but the longer you leave it, the harder it gets. 

The One That Got Away [Chapter 3]

Chapter 3 of The One That Got Away

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Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Jaebum came out of his room after several hours of staring blankly at his wall.

He was greeted with loud cheering and the popping of a champagne bottle. The guys were just getting back from their own plans for the evening.

“CONGRATULATIONS!” Jackson squealed in a high pitched voice. He jumped up and down in elation.

Jaebum was motionless.

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diamonds | alfie solomons

anon wanted jeweller alfie

You fluttered about yourself, fixing the fall of your skirt, wiggling the necklace into just the right place – finishing touches. Your hair was pulled back to highlight the pendant resting just below your collar and it was making you self-conscious. One final inspecting twirl in the mirror and you were out the door.

Voices could be heard as you approached the landing and you figured they must already be gathered in the entryway. Turning around the corner to the stairs, your assumption was confirmed. Tommy lifted his head at the sight of your movement and watched you walk to the head of the stairs. Alfie turned to see what had caught his attention and met your eyes. You couldn’t quite make out what the expression on his face was, having never seen it before.

“I feel stupid, Tommy”

“You look perfect, come on”

“I feel stupid. Why the hell am I- I mean look at this thing!”

You fluffed the skirt of your gown out a little and Tommy smiled a little.

“You’ve worn pretty dresses before”

“None that’ve cost me rent level money”

“You still haven’t - I paid for it”

“That’s not the point!”

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Ryuji's sexual harassment

Ok I’ve seen many hate posts about Ryuji and in most of them the reasons, well lets just say I could see where they’re coming from

But recently I found more and more posts about Ryuji sexually harassing girls, hell even him abusing them! Well I guess i’m blind then, cause I’m before what seems to be final boss in a game and I never seen him being abusive and sexually harassing girls.

I will not write whole essay why is that wrong on so many levels and I’ve never said he was perfect. I just want to say, please read the freaking definitions before saying stuff like that. He is just pervy. Like really pervy but to be honest, he’s 16 yo. Most of kids are really perverted in this age and think about stuff like that. Srsly you could say Yosuke from previous game harassed girls more. I’m talking about this scene when he buys swimsuits for girls and beg them to put them on. Still it isn’t harassment but it’s closer then anything that Ryuji did in my opinion.(and my goal here isnt to hate on Yosuke. He’s one of my faves so yeah i’m just putting an example)

I guess most people take it from hawaii trip and also how game makes us believe he cares only about looks in women??? Just remember guys that being pervy doesn’t equall sexually harassing women. He’s just a kid that still learns about that stuff!

Oh and him being abusive? No. Just no. Once again google the definition of “abuse” plus his whole backstory with being abused??? Don’t change freaking victim to abuser! That’s just really not okay guys! He sometimes can act like a jerk too but he isn’t abusive! Hell I would say most of the team was more “abusive” to him then he was to others but that’s my opinion.

Please before you say things like that look up some things. By saying misguiding informations, you just sprade the hate and hate in fandom isn’t good. You don’t like this character? Cool keep it to yourself, block the tag or whatever and don’t try to make people angry or make them hate character too. Someone else likes this character? Let them enjoy it and post fanart fanfics or other things with out sending them hate ( i’m talking to you anon hate I’ve never answered cause it wasn’t just worth it) and that’s all.

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I wish I could be a daddygater. There’re so many of them out there, happy, and we’re still here in this hell… As someone who doesn’t have the best relationship with their father, shouldn’t I want Red to be Liz’s dad/father figure? But all I see is Lizzington (because I have daddy issues? So confused. lol) What I really don’t understand: how can you love James and not want him as romantic lead? Why the creepy dad instead?

Honestly Anon I’d rather sit here in hell. At least we’re among friends right? I’ll never accept the F/D angle not after everything we’ve seen. A relationship with obvious, blatant overtones that smack of the romantic should not suddenly be flipped to paternal. No you absolutely shouldn’t want that. We may be in daddybait hell but at least we can recognize the ick when it’s set before us. I mean if as a writer/producer/show runner you are presenting the story of a man and woman and four years later the viewers are still confused about the nature of the relationship at its most basic level such as A BIOLOGICAL CONNECTION then honestly you suck.

So no I don’t want to be a daddygater for the same reason I don’t want any part of k2. There is a cruelty that is pervasive in both that I find hard to stomach. K2 for obvious reasons but daddygate for the lies involved in the retcon of retcons. This is not the Raymond Reddington I know. He’s flawed but he’s fucking truthful about it. You know this Red doesn’t lie to Lizzy thing used to be the foundation which the show was built on. I don’t know what s5 has in store but give me anything other than this trite F/D nonsense. Lizzy needs a life coach not a father, father figure, sugar daddy or whatever. It’s boring af and makes her appear even more childish than she already does. I mean when even Spader finds the prospect boring…..ptb it’s time to reevaluate some things seriously. Are they really trying to make us believe this show is essentially the story of a thirty something woman and her father figures? I just can’t.

And I agree 1000000%. Give me romantic lead James. Give me James in an intelligently written show. Give me something other than pure laziness because a group of writers know they have an audience because of Tom…..oh wait wrong guy. Sorry not an interesting enough character to carry a show. My bad. So yeah give me Red. Give me James and brilliance and not the celebration of the below average. Cheers from hell aka Lizzington AU and look it’s really not bad at all:)