you are the worst i hate you

Wincest Writing Challenge: February
Prompt: “I hate Valentine’s Day but I love you”

Dean wakes up to the worst possible feeling. He’s stuffy and his throat’s burning, and the sheer realisation sends him jolting up from the bed. Sam groans; Dean’s pretty sure he elbowed him in the neck while sprinting up, but the realisation doesn’t cause one shiver of guilt in him.

“What are you…” Sam mutters, climbing up after him.

Dean drags in a breath and regrets it immediately afterwards. He coughs, and it goes on for a really long time; Sam’s palm rubs gently at his back, but his skin is burning.

“When did that happen?” Sam asks him with a compassionate tone in his voice.
He’s already getting up - it’s barely morning yet, and Dean wants to tell him to go back to bed. He can’t; instead, he keeps swallowing to convince his body that he’s not drowning.

Shuddering, he falls back in the bed.
“It’s Valentine’s Day”, he mutters in a broken voice, “I can’t be sick today.”

“Tell that to your immune system,” Sam chuckles.
He’s already pulling on clothes, and Dean gives him a judgemental look.

“Where the hell are you going?” he asks, but Sam shrugs his words off.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes. Try to stay huddled up while I’m gone, alright?”

“Nngh,” Dean grunts; he’s cocooning up.
It’s hellishly cold.

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anonymous asked:

You know, its kinda rude to talk about him like that. seriously, people like you SCARED him because of the amount of backlash he got from TRYING TO PROVOKE THOUGHT. he wasn't going to do another undertale video because of how much hate he got from his first two videos on it. Undertale is a game about acceptance, shouldn't the community be the same?

Cripes, calm down, guys. I never said he was THE WORST or that he shouldn’t put out new videos if he wants. All I said is that I don’t care about watching them. I’m certain he’s going to get along just fine without my thoughts on his thoughts. 

If the community as a whole heaped on a lot of anger about it, that’s unfortunate, since it’s much healthier for everyone involved to just ignore the stuff you don’t care for. But no one is obligated to be accepting of everything just because you share a fandom. 

anonymous asked:

Draco drabble?? Stealing kisses in the back of potions and snape realises?/ x

It was quite the task, sitting next to your boyfriend in class. One minute, he’d seem wholly invested in the potion you were creating, and the next, he was whispering highly inappropriate things in your ear. You had done your best to focus on the work, but when Draco’s hand started sliding beneath your skirt, your mind wandered elsewhere.

“Draco!” You whisper-shouted, shooting him a scolding look. “Are you crazy?”

“Maybe. I mean, those fumes could possibly be driving me mad.” He pointed towards the frenzy potion that swirled green in your cauldron. 

You pushed his shoulder, trying to bite down an amused smile. As much trouble as he got you in, he was totally worth it. The worst part was that he knew how head over heels you were for him, and just how much you hated getting in trouble in class. He smirked slyly, formulating a naughty plan as he watched you scribble notes into your textbook. His hand suddenly stopped its journey across your thighs.

“Thank you.” You sighed, content to save the touching for after class.

“You’re the biggest goody two-shoes I know, (Y/n).” He chuckled, his fingers gliding tenderly over your arm. 

“Fine. I don’t mind if I am.” You replied. Draco frowned, his plan being foiled by your adamant response. He huffed, sliding back into his seat. Then another idea popped into his head. 

“Kiss me.” He whispered, breath tickling your neck delightfully.

“Right now? No way.” 

“C’mon (Y/n), please. I need you.” He jutted out his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he saw you struggling to reject his efforts. He knew that all he needed to ensnare you was to ask. 

You rolled your eyes, laying a quick peck on his cheek, then darting back into your spot. Thankfully, Snape had been looking down at his own papers and hadn’t seen.

“You call that a kiss?”

You couldn’t help but grin at Draco’s whiny voice, his hands needily tugging at your sleeve. You snuck a glance his way, then back to the front. You knew he was laying a trap, but at this point, his lips were too inviting. You lent over again, placing a hurried kiss on his lips. You pulled away to see Draco relishing in the feeling, his eyes still closed as he smiled.

“Again.” He whispered. 

You did so.

“One more time?”

“You’re so annoying.” You giggled, this time being daring enough to spend more than three seconds on the kiss.

“Miss (Y/l/n).” You heard a daunting voice call from the front. You turned to Snape with a scarlet blush. “Unless you are willing to demonstrate the effects of your frenzy potion, I suggest you keep all affections outside of this class.” 

You nodded profusely, thanking Merlin that you hadn’t been given a detention. You glared at Draco, but he simply lay another sweet kiss on your lips. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, Malfoy.”

“You wish.” 

anonymous asked:

that is the worst crossover ive ever heard of who the fuck would want that

I would! And if you don’t like it, you’re free to ignore it! That’s the beauty about the internet (whispers) you can ignore what you don’t like instead of hating on people anonymously.

Also if Wicked/Voltron is the worst crossover you’ve heard of, you haven’t been on AO3 or Tumblr long enough.

anonymous asked:

hi! uh... i have a quick question, um. (whispers) what do ya do when you are non-binary and hate having breasts but also hate wearing things that feel restraining. what do i do?

truthfully I also hate things that are restraining which sucks because I have bad dysphoria T_T I mostly just push through the uncomfortable feeling and distract myself with my every day activities (I’m binding safely of course). You can try wearing two sportsbras so its not as restraining, but dysphoria is the worst, I’m sorry my friend ~

lydiastilinsxi  asked:

bellamy blake

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: bravery, loyalty, selflessness 
worst quality: self-loathing
ship them with: clarke
brotp them with: raven, monty, jasper (maybe octavia too but idk anymore)
needs to stay away from: people who don’t deserve him, bad decisions and hating himself
misc. thoughts: I love bellamy with all my heart and he gets so much shit without deserving it?? like just because you don’t ship him with the protagonist doesn’t give you the right to act like everyone is perfect but he’s terrible and ignore his character development, all his heroic actions and not to mention his ethnicity. fuck you, honestly.


The worst part of this is going out on the street and suddenly wondering if everyone you see is a trump voter. 59 million people out there, including my state that swung red, subscribed to his hateful, racist, xenophobic rhetoric, to pence’s violent and anti-lgbt policies. Random white people on the street, in the store, next door, everywhere- all I can think is, “Was it you? Do you hate me and everyone like me?”

I will never stop being mad over the fact that there’s literally a developmental protein called Sonic Hedgehog. I have to read fucking official papers that talk about how Sonic the fuckng hedgehog contributes to the growth of the cerebellum. I have to read that. I have to read that with my own eyes. I have to write those words down in my own thesis paper. 


@natvanlis: Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and tell the twelve-year-old girl that got shoved into lockers what her life is like now.


I just love living in a constant tire fire, so this was inevitable. GTAV ruined me in a very unique way. This is only the beginning, you should probably unfollow.

We used to love each other before. You used to trace my spine and lighten up my world with your smile. We were perfect back then, but everything was ruined. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to win you back. I just want to exhaust the remaining things about you, inside.
You know what, I still hate you after all those years. It’s been six years, to be exact. And every single day, I hate your existence. When there’s a time that I reminisce our past, it makes me feel sick. I don’t know what made me fell in love with you in the first place and how everything went from good to worse. You were the worst thing that ever happened to me.
I hate you for being so selfish and never tried to shut your mouth and let me win an argument. You didn’t hold my hand and stop me from leaving for that night. You just let me walk away and made me feel that you never loved me. You think only about your happiness, you never paid attention to my details. You never asked if I’m still happy, you think only about yourself.
I hate you for painting my world with your colors and made me used to love them. And now you were gone, it makes me insane because I see them every day. I tried to hide everything through smiles, but my eyes never stopped bleeding them. There’s no way I could escape because you planted flowers inside my chest and it continues to breathe your stupid name. I couldn’t breathe on my own.
I hate you for making me believe in your promises that you will stay, no matter what happens.
I hate you for being a part of my life, for scarring my heart with your love. You build walls around me with your kindest words and now that you were in love with someone else, I don’t know how to climb up, explore the world and start all over again. I’m afraid to jump on my own because you made me believe that fear won’t exist if you were here. I’m still afraid.
I hate you for making me in love with your favorite song. After six years, it’s still playing in my head.
I hate you, let me move on.
—  E.J. Cenita, A Letter For Someone I Hate The Most
“I think I really do hate you.” He spat.
“Charming.” I said.
“I’m not joking around. I don’t mean I hate the way you laugh a bit too loud or hate the way your handwriting changes everyday. I don’t mean I hate how you only wear black or hate how you wear too much perfume. I mean I hate the way you destroy anything that comes even a bit close to you. I hate the way you feel the need to treat others how one damn person, one single person treated you. It isn’t fair. You don’t play fair.” He replied through gritted teeth.
“You still love me though, right?” I smiled.
“That’s the problem. I was fine before I met you, and now I’m stupid. No matter how much I hate you I’ll still love you. And the worst thing is, you warned me. You said yourself. You said that you don’t like the person you are. I said everyone loves you. And then you said you don’t deserve that. I said you do. But you don’t. You don’t deserve love because you don’t know what the hell to do with it.” And he grabbed his keys.
—  “I was fine before I met you.”

isak believing what sonja told him makes total sense to me- we’ve seen isak constantly expect the people around him to be upset with him or still mad at him

we see this in the locker scene when he backtracks and says “if that makes you sad i’m sorry if it’s my fault”, when he keeps apologising to eskild after his ignorant comment on gay pride because he thinks eskild is still upset with him, again when he asks jonas if mahdi is still mad after their /fight/, and again when he tells his mother “i’m sorry if that makes you sad”

like of course this poor boy is gonna assume the worst and that even never really loved him, and of course he’s gonna put all the blame on himself to the point he can confidently claim “i’ll never hate even”