you better explain this to me

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Ms.Vanessa: Let me explain something to you Charlotte. It’s been over 6 months since your dad left you here and as a result you have been placed in adoption ready status. Maxine has gone through the process, found to be qualified, paid the adoption fee and has been approved to take you away from here, to a better home. She showed me pictures of your new bedroom and the house you will be living in. I think you will have a wonderful life with her.

Charlotte is speechless.

Ms. Vanessa: Now I’ll leave you two to get acquainted. Roberta! Get up off the floor please.

Charlotte: (whining) I don’t wanna be adopted. I have a dad.

Maxine: (tearfully) Why would you say that to me. You’ll make the perfect daughter for me. I have the most beautiful house on a lake and we’ll have so much fun together.

Charlotte: Ugggghhh.

anonymous asked:

I’m just glad that i’m not the only who thinks that the fandom (for the cn version) wanks ra//ven wayy too much. Like yeah shes well written, and i do like her w/e i watch the show, but the way how the fandom talks about their “goth gf” has me rolling her eyes. Just wish starfire’s background was explained more in the show cause most fans genuinely believe starfire doesn’t have an interesting background like rae

Pre-character development Raven would make an objectively horrible girlfriend.

She’s anti-social, she’s dour and unfun, she has no filter, she shuts people out and won’t let them help her deal with her problems… honestly you’d be much better off waiting until she’s got her shit together before you think about dating her.  You know, after she’s freed of Trigon’s influence and can more freely express herself and lets her walls down and has learned how to actually show that she cares about people and stuff.

Which isn’t to say I don’t love her, just that she has Issues, and fandom tends to gloss over them.

I hear you on wanting more of Starfire’s backstory in the actual show.  *drinks to that*

Important talk

Hey, yeah, I’m still not dead, wow !

More seriously, I thought a lot about what I am about to do, and I came up with the better conclusion I could.

I am putting an end to my BATIM fancomic Mistake.

Yeah, I am really sorry about that, but before you do anything just let me a chance to explain please.

Like I kept saying those last days, I don’t have enough freetime to be productive enough to keep a comic going. I’m in a school where I have to work a lot, and by a lot I mean I have only one or two hours of freetime per day, which is not enough for all I have to do.

Second reason why I stop this comic : I lost my motivation. I was deep into BATIM when I started it, and I’m still a big fan, but a lot of other things attract me way more than that project I had. I want to draw other things, even if I do’t post them. I don’t want to force myself to draw this comic anymore, not when I have barely enough time to draw what I actually want to draw.

I will soon post the whole plot of what I was going to do, and if you want to draw/write some parts of it JUST GO AHEAD !! But please ask me before …

Believe me, it was a hard choice to do, and it took me a long time to finally take this decision. But that is the best one I can take.

Considering the rest …

As you saw, I don’t draw much Untertale and BATIM stuff anymore, because I don’t have inspiration for that now. In fact, I’m more active in a french Danganronpa RP server and I am drawing a lot of stuff linked to that, so I dpn’t post here everything I draw because it’s meaningless without a proper context.

But still, I keep drawing other things to put there, and if Youtube didn’t crash while my video was loading you’d have a Anti speedpaint by now.

I also plan on doing streams, MAYBE, but there’s the probem of the time zone …

Welp if you read all this you’re pretty courageous so thank you for taking the time to listen to me ^w^

I still love you all guys ~~

skeletonschoolgirl  asked:

Kiibo, honey, let me try to explain. What you said was true, but the way you said it made Harukawa-san and Yumeno-san angry. Saying it the way you did, it may seem that you’re blaming Harukawa-san not only for Ouma-kun death, but Momota-kuns as well. I hope this helps you understand! I know you didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings, and when you don’t understand, feel free to ask me!

I see. So it’s better to lie to human about certain things.


But by doing this isn’t it the same as what Ouma-kun was doing? Then why did everyone always told him that saying the truth was better? Isn’t that hypocritical? 


I believe that it’s better to say the truth no matter what! If you hide it then you cannot grow as an AI or as an human!

anonymous asked:

hey probably i didnt go back far enough to find it, have you already told the story behind better headaches? if you didnt, could you please tell me?

hey! i’m not sure if you mean the piano song (which is a version of The Musical done by callum because he’s a goddamn piano god) or the actual version of The Musical so I’ll explain that too-


-the musical is about realising you’re becoming an adult who has to start paying rent and being like ‘what the h*ck???’ 

anonymous asked:

random question but how did you link your masterlist in your description bar thing ?

Okay so you’ve gotta do it all on desktop and click edit theme (I think?) I always pull up one of those step by step guides that includes the code!! My best recommendation is to google it those explain it much better than I could love!!! Let me know if I can help :)

Aah you noticed?? I’m wondering if you’re the first one. I understand that Scrooge and Donald are the same height. Actually, I always draw him shorter because of a very personal reason. A long time ago I’d read that when you start to get older, you start to get shorter too. And Scrooge’s a rly old bird. Plus, I like the idea he helped raising Donald somehow and, idk, it sounds cute for me that his lil nephew is taller than him now. So yeah, I headcanon Scrooge shorter than Donald. Call me dumb. Here, have a very quick and very messy doodle:

It explains this better than me.

so last year at vidcon there was this one guy in the audience who was proper wailing. phil spotted him in the middle of his panel and he must’ve sympathised, bc he stopped and got up from his seat, then went over to the guy in the audience and called him on up stage. phil asked the guy why he was crying and the guy told him that his dog had left him and just full on koala’d to him, crying into phil’s shoulder. he told him that he was planning to run away from home that night, and phil only held him tighter. later on in the night, the guy revealed that phil had saved his life. that guy was Mitochondria, powerhouse of the cell. known to the world for his famous quote, I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone. phil lester, is a true hero.

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Night animals

Memories

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 6k

Prompt:

He lays there, blanket pulled to his torso, eyes shut, he looks like the rest of them, and she feels her heart ache. She can’t help but notice how young he is, he can’t be any older than twenty-six, and here he lays with no one around him.

“Hi there,” Y/N whispers, bending down to height of his ear, “I’m your nurse Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m here to take care of you. Make sure you stay healthy for when you wake up, make sure you don’t get any bed sores yeah? I’ll keep you company, keep you updated on what’s happening in the world, tell you some funny jokes, I’ll even let you in on the latest company gossip, but you gotta do me a favor,” she whispers, placing her hand on top of his. It’s a cold hand, rough, and she knows it’s supposed to feel that way, but it maker her heart ache even more. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in a shaky breath, “you have to pull through this and live, yeah? Because when you wake up, it’s going to be your turn to tell me all about yourself, yeah?”

She opens her eyes and sighs.“It’s late now, one a.m., but I’ll be back later to check in on you,” she gently brushes the hair out of his face and stands, “we’ve got a deal. You can’t fail me.”

or 

Y/N is Harry’s beautiful nurse who he can’t stop thinking about, to the point that he’s willing to give up his old memories and life to make a new one with her.


“Good morning!” Y/N sings.

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Clingy

Originally posted by pinkharold

This is so angsty, but I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to whoever requested. Keep spreading the love. xx - L

You overhear Harry talking badly about you at a party.

Warnings: angsty, light smut

Word Count: 1,728

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My Reputation story

Finally today “Reputation” arrived to this blondie here…

…and she really couldn’t wait to listen to it…

…So, she put the record on, and in the meantime, she read some drama on TS!!Weekly… 

…and she was very shocked by the discovery of Olivia’s real father!!!

…and she was very touched by that “If you’re anything like me” poem on the very last page. Cause she’s like you. In every word she saw herself: a hurted, lonely, insecure, blondie girl with too much hope in her heart. This girl is like you Taylor, and she always thought that things could get better, but now she truly believe it…

…and she was very happy too see that, on the other side of the world, you Taylor are having the best time of your life, cause you deserve nothing but happiness and love…

…Thank you @taylorswift, for giving us the best music we could ask for. Reputation is so good, I can’t even explain how good it is. This album hit me, like a shotgun shot to the heart. I can’t stop to listen to it, and to relate myself to those lyrics. Through this songs you tell your story, and you tell mine, and the story of millions other people in this world. You were with me, when I had 15 years old and I was dreaming about love. You were with me, when I had 16 and I was dealing with my first love, and I was feeling like a princess in a fairytale. You were with me, when I had 18 and I was going through a very painful heartbreak. You were with me, when I lost myself, and found a new version of me. You are with me now, that I’m trying to break free from this cage that my past choices have built all around me. It’s not going to be easy, but with you and your amazing music by my side, I now that everything is going to be alright.

Thank you, because, like always, you understand me more than anyone else in the world. 

Bruises On Another (part seven)

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Oh! And just to be clear, this derives from canon plot. While Nancy still broke up with Steve and the whole Halloween party still happened, the events with the demodog and everything doesn’t- mainly because it wouldn’t fit with how i’d like to take my story. So I hope you all don’t mind.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!


Steve stared at the disappearing figure of your father’s car, sighing heavily in thought. He hesitated in chasing after you, debating whether that really was the right decision. It almost seemed as if you didn’t want him to help you, but then Steve remembered the fear in your eyes when you’d screamed out in terror. He had you in his arms, you were safe and then suddenly you were just gone. 

Steve had you- and in that one short moment he’d actually seen you smile. And then it just vanished.

You were afraid, Steve knew, and that’s why you pushed him away. The unknown- you didn’t know what would happen to you or him if Steve fought your father or had said something, so you’d pushed him away just like he’d seen you push everyone else away these past few days. Steve may have only known you for a short amount of time but that afternoon he felt as if he learned so much about you. The vulnerability in your eyes had broke his heart, your severe lack of confidence had rendered him speechless.

Steve didn’t know if the abuse had been happening your whole life or more recently, but none of it mattered. What your father has done to you has turned you into nothing, something to be used and abused. And Steve knew that you were more than that- everyone was more than that. You needed help, needed someone to guide you into the light and show you what love and care looked like.

And Steve wasn’t willing to let you suffer. Damn what would happen to him- damn if you hated him forever. Your father had seemed angry, angrier than Steve’d ever seen anyone else, and he wasn’t willing to let that pathetic excuse for a man lay one more hand on you.

Making his decision, he begun running towards his car. Steve wasted no time in opening his door, practically falling into the drivers seat and turning on the engine. He sped out of his parking spot, rushing to reach your house. You’d gotten a head start but he was determined to reach you before anything bad happen. 

It wasn’t a long drive but to Steve it felt like forever, until finally he turned down the street of your house. You’d probably been home for a good ten to twenty minutes already and Steve felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest in fear of what your father had already managed to do to you. Once parked on the side of the road, Steve practically swung open his door and stepped out. He took quick steps and practically ran up the stairs to your porch, reaching your front door in seconds.

Steve could hear, even from his car, yelling from your father and soft cries that he could only assume came from you. He felt anger spike at his heart and his chest tighten in disgust at the man who pretended to be your father. Luckily for Steve, your father had left open the door and practically slamming it open, Steve stepped into the house.

It didn’t take him long to find you, and as he did your father swung his fist down directly smacking you in the face. You cried out in pain and Steve felt is eyes widen in surprise, before a sudden shock of pain ran through him. He gripped the same place your father had hit you, only on his own face in pain and let out a groan. Steve wondered why that one time it’d hurt, when none of the bruises that your father had inflicted on you had never hurt him.

But none of that mattered because the moment Steve recovered, he found both yours and your father’s eyes on him. He met yours, hating the pain behind them as you cried desperately. Though it almost seemed as if you were relieved at the sight of Steve, and Steve felt his soft eyes spike in anger as they met your fathers.


“Father!”

You groaned out in pain as your father practically kicked you into the house, falling to the ground with a loud thud. You spun around quickly, knowing your father was just behind you and watched with desperate eyes as he closed the door. The lights weren’t on in the house and you watched with despair as the door was shut and whatever light you had disappeared before your very own eyes. The dark had always scared you, but your fear of it had only grown when the abuse had started. “Father, please-” 

“You whore!” Your father belted out, leaning over your body. You cried out in fear, crawling back as fast as you could. “Get up!” Knowing better than to delay, you rushed up so you were on your feet and held your head high as your father gripped you with a bruising force. “What were you doing with that boy?” Your father asked and you shook your head, about to explain. But before you could answer, he spoke; “I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“I tried-”

He tightened his grip and you let out a groan as your jaw ached in pain. “Forty minutes late- forty minutes spent with that boy. Steve was it? Do you take me for a fool?”

“No,” you sobbed, shaking your head as best at you could. “No, please, father I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t care!” Your father interrupted, roughly shoving your head away. You struggled to stay balanced, feeling your knees grow weak beneath you and your whole body shake. You felt like you might pass out, your ears ringing from the volume your father was speaking at. You should’ve stayed with Steve- you should’ve…

What did you do to deserve this?

“Dad please!” You haven’t called your father ‘dad’ in so long, the last time you had he’d beat you for not showing him enough respect. But you were so desperate to have your dad back, to have the father you once had- you’d try anything. “I’m sorry.” You cried out, feeling every bit of defiance leave you and all hope disappear. You just wanted your dad back.

“I’m not your dad.” Your father spat, his voice this time much more quiet. Your eyes widened upon his words and meeting his eyes, you tried to see through the blur of your tears. What did he mean?

Your father took a step forward and you flinched when his hand reached out towards you. “And you’re certainly not my daughter.” His hand moved towards your neck, grabbing ahold of the necklace you so dearly cared for. It felt like your heart stopped as he gripped it and time slowed down as you cried out, begging him not to touch it. “And you certainly aren’t hers.” Then before you knew it, the necklace was ripped from your neck, falling to the ground pathetically.

Time slowed as you watched it hit the ground. Falling to your knees, you grabbed the ruined necklace with shaky hands, not quite believing what had just happened. 

“You killed her.”

You missed the door open and Steve step through as your father roughly grabbed the necklace and chucked it across the room. Then before you knew it there was a sharp pain radiating through your cheek and you were falling back, crying out in pain. It wasn’t until you heard a manlier cry, one that wasn’t your fathers, did you noticed Steve. And glancing up at him, you met his eyes with tears in your own.

He’d come…

Steve had come to help you-

Then his eyes left yours.


“You son of a bitch!” Steve bellowed out and took a step before you.

“You’re the boy who’s been-” Your father never got to finish his sentence before Steve punched him across the face so hard he stumbled back in surprise. It just so happened that as he stumbled back, he tripped over his own two feet in dizziness and fell to the ground. You watched with wide eyes, the tears seizing as he fell and his eyes closed in shock.

Then there was a hand gripping your arm, pulling you up. “Come on.” Steve’s soft voice filled your ears. “Come on, Y/N. I’ve got you- i’m not gonna let him hurt you anymore.” He pulled you up to your feet and begun leading you out the door. You didn’t fight him, your eyes staying glued to your fathers before you were suddenly outside and entering Steve’s car.

He set you in the passenger’s seat gently, buckling you up himself before making his way around to his own seat. The moment Steve sat in his car, he turned to you as your eyes stayed glued before you. Steve watched you, waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did, and eventually you turned to meet his eyes.

“Y/N-”

“He was going to kill me.” You whispered, meeting Steve’s eye and Steve shook his head. What you said was true, he just didn’t know how to respond. “My father- my dad wanted to kill me.”

“It’ll be okay.” Steve reassured and you shook your head.

“How?”

“I’m taking you to the police.” Steve answered. “I’m taking you to the chief.”


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Taking Turns

Viktor wakes up early, and Yuuri does not. This is a useful fact.

Ever since Yuuri came to St. Petersburg, Viktor has taken to “sleeping in.” He mentions this to Mila once, and she snickers, the sparkle in her eyes far too suggestive. Explaining is useless.

Besides, he doesn’t have to explain anything to Yuuri.

“I know you’re awake,” Yuuri groans, flicking one eye open. 6am is the time. 

“I’m dozing,” Viktor says, turned on his side, head propped on his arm for a better view. “I might go back to sleep.”

Yuuri’s responding snort is absorbed by his pillow. “No you’re not,” he muffles into the covers. “Just gonna lay there and watch me, aren’t you.”

Viktor ponders this. “Creepy, isn’t it?”

In lieu of a response, Yuuri sleepily lays his right hand on Viktor’s face. It smells like their laundry detergent, and Yuuri, and faintly of dishwashing soap– to clean the wedding ring on his finger.

Married you for this, he can almost hear Yuuri saying. 

Yuuri’s actual words are quite different. “My turn to stare just happens… late at night,” he concludes slowly, trailing off into a dream. Content, he pats at Viktor’s face.

“Oh,” whispers Viktor delightedly, and then Yuuri jerks forward so fast their heads knock together. “OW, darling–”

Don’t start wearing makeup to bed now that I’ve said that,” Yuuri warns fiercely.

Viktor has always believed in true love, but with his fiance, he almost believes in mind-reading, too.

Tickles and cuddles - Jack Kline x Reader

Title: Tickles and cuddles

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You are on another hunt and you don’t want to let Jack sleep on the couch of the motel room once more so you offer your bed for sharing. After him asking you how to show affection and some tickles he ends up admiting he likes cuddling with you.

Originally posted by morweneledhwen

“There is no other option Dean.” you sighed “And no! He’s not sleeping on the couch!” you spoke up before he had the chance to retort.

“It’s big enough, (Y/n)!” Dean exclaimed and you gave him a harsh glare.

“Yeah, just like every one we’ve seen on all the motels we’ve slept in over the past two weeks! Oh and let’s not forget that in the last one he took the freaking floor! Forget it, my bed is big enough and Jack’s sleeping with me this time.” you huffed.

“This is ridiculous, (Y/n).” he rolled his eyes and you glared at him.

“If you don’t want to share a bed with Sam so bad then the couch is big enough.” you mocked him and he sighed.

“Whatever, I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. You do whatever the hell you want, but if you-” he pointed a finger at Sam “Don’t keep those freaking long limbs to your side I’m throwing you off the freaking bed.” he grumbled and Sam rolled his eyes.

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