you hate being cute but youre so good at it

Dating Brett Talbot Would Include...

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

- having to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him because he’s so tall

- heated takeouts bc y’all would be one hot couple

- being super loud at his lacrosse games

- and also being good at lacrosse cause you guys would practice together

- at first hating Liam, but then becoming friends with him

- and then Brett would get all cute and jealous, but you would reassure him that you were his, and he was yours

- accidentally making his favorite hoodie shrink by putting it in the dryer with the heat on high so you could wear it without it being a dress

- brett would get jealous of every guy you talked to

- and you would make fun of it

- netflix and pizza and cuddling nights

- weekends spent doing something active

- watching horror movies because brett loved them, and you always got scared and hugged him so he loved that too

- being the most popular couple at devenford

- looking really good in anything of his

- he would always buy gifts for you

- and you would always buy gifts for him

- it was impossible for you to be the big spoon

- loving how his hair was sometimes straight, sometimes curly, sometimes wavy

- working out together

- being best friends with his sister

- his parents loved you because you made him so happy

anonymous asked:

No offense to your stories (I mean their cute and all) but I don't see Chris being with a black girl. And before you call me racist, I'm just being realistic and obviously just stating my opinion

Oh silly silly nonny, I almost didn’t respond to this but I just think that it’s sad that you’re being so closed-minded. And for the record, you’re not being REALISTIC at all because he’s actually dated women of color in the past (Naomie Harris is a good example. Feel free to look it up) 

And yes you are entitled to your opinion, but it is racist and actually a bit ignorant. And who are you to decide what type of women Chris chooses to be with? None of us know the man personally, but I do believe he doesn’t judge a person by their skin tone. (I mean look at his recent twitter posts!!!)

And that’s all I have to say about that, so feel free to spread your hate somewhere else. And thanks for the backhanded compliment regarding my stories, which are fictional BTW and yet you still felt the need to send me such an awful message!!

anonymous asked:

Scrolling through your instagram... first off Louie is so cute lol. Secondly are you vegan/vegetarian? If so how long for? I am trying to transition because I feel like a hypocrite for saying I love animals when I support what goes on in the slaughterhouse. I feel bad to say I hate animal cruelty but support them being killed for me to eat and I am not dumb, I know they are scared in the slaughterhouse and are often mistreated :(

Haha, yes, Louie is very cute! I am, and have been for almost 13 years. Good luck, it’s easy once you get going!

dating calum would include:

• begging you for a puppy the second you two became official
• lots of sex, lots and lots of sex
• shower sex iN THE MORNING FUCK
• him loving when he gives you hickeys
• being a sass ass like luke when people give you hate
• cuddling into his chest and tracing his tattoos
• him telling you lots of stories about tour and the parts of his life you missed out on
• being super good friends with mali after a while
• him getting so scared because he’s in love with you and he doesn’t know what to do
• getting a tattoo of your initials behind his ear
• you ask why he got it and he hastily tells you he loves you and it’s all cute and fluffy and kill me
• showing you photos of puppies at every hour of the day
• petting every puppy in the street
• going to the shelter on a date
• him being a puppy bc he’s squishy n cute
• touching you all the time because you’re his and his only
• fighting a lot but sorting it out because you love him and he loves you and make up sex
• bringing you to every award show and whispering in your ear how hot you are
• joy and david loving you making calum the happiest guy alive
• just cal being cute as shit all the time

thenerdintheburgh  asked:

This is totally random but I realized today that following your blog totally turned around my opinion on birds?? Like I always thought they were whatever, and then my first girlfriend had this mean parakeet that hated me so I was like "birds are dumb" for a while but now after seeing you and your bird, I started to see how they could be cute and friendly and wonderful. Now every time I see a bird I'm like BIRB! HELLO FRIEND!

BIRDS ARE GOOD FRIENDS they can be hard to understand because they dont think like cats or dogs if that makes sense, so some of them end up mean or cranky because its harder to make them.. not. that being said theyre cute and smart and have loads of personality!! 

Just One of Those Days

Warnings: vomiting and general sickness, mild language

Word Count: 2341

Request: “Could you do a Dean and reader fic where the reader is really sick and she falls while trying to run a bath and Dean comes in and helps and helps her wash her hair and stuff like that? Lots of fluff please?”

A/N: Enjoy this protective-cute-boyfriend Dean one-shot!

If there was one thing you hated more than hunting down demons every day, it was being sick.

A state of being where you appear to be doing okay, but on the inside you feel like you’re burning up and freezing over all at once.

Fortunately for you, sickness didn’t come very often as you were so regularly exposed to all kinds of bacteria and odd smells that you figured your body had built up a pretty good immune system.

But despite any bliss you had of not being sick didn’t matter anymore, because, well, you were sick now.

You woke up with a pounding headache which made your brain feel much too heavy for your head to lift. Your vision was more blurry than usual, making everything in your sight hazy and dream-like. Oh boy, you wish it was all a dream.

Groaning, you pulled your bed sheets over your head which only made it worse by insulating your body temperature to an uncomfortable heat. Annoyed at everything, you chucked the sheets from your bed, and curled up in a fetal position in the middle of your bed, trying hard to fall back to sleep and wake up feeling peachy-keen.

After several moments of tossing and turning on your empty bed, you decided that you just needed to get some food into your belly.

Deciding you were too cold, you grabbed your sheets and wrapped them around you, creating your own personal cocoon as you wandered towards the kitchen.

You could hear the sizzling of a fry pan which assisted in guiding you towards the kitchen, as your sickness was putting off your sense of direction.

Finally making it to the kitchen, you had to squint your eyes a little to more clearly see that it was Dean already preparing breakfast.

“Hey gorgeous,” Dean smirked, before looking up towards you and seeing the state you were in, “What’s with the human burrito? If you really wanted a burrito so badly that you had to dress up as one, then you should have gotten up a lot earlier sweetheart.”

You gave a small smile, before pulling up a chair for yourself, as suddenly standing up was becoming more and more difficult. Normally, you would have given a sarcastic laugh towards your boyfriend’s jokes before playfully punching him on the arm. But today you wanted to save any bit of strength you had so you could do all the basic things, like standing, staying awake and breathing.

Upon further inspection, Dean noticed how tired and exhausted you looked even though he knew you had had at least a good eight hours sleep the night before.

He turned down the heat on the stove-top, and left his breakfast preparations to come and kneel down next to you. Pressing his hand against your forehead, you could see his face change as he could feel the lava pool that was boiling away in your head.

“Y/N,” he said with worry in his tone, “Why are you burning up so bad?”

You gave a small shrug, before murmuring, “Just one of those days.”

Dean’s face softened, as he stood up before bending down his head to gently kiss your forehead. His lips were cool to the touch, but warmth quickly swamped back to your forehead as he pulled away.

“So what can I cook up for you?” he said cheerily, “I can make you a burrito if you really want me to.”

You shook your head as you gave a half-hearted smirk, “Bacon and eggs sounds perfect.”

“Alrighty then, but just go back to bed and then I’ll bring them to you when they’re ready.”

You shook your head again, “Trust me, I like the view in here a lot better.”

Dean gave a smug smile towards you, as he began to prepare your breakfast, even though he knew you really should be lying down and resting. He just wanted you to be comfortable and to get better as soon as possible because he hated seeing you in pain.

As Dean worked away in the kitchen, doing his thing, you had your elbows on the table putting your head in your hands in some attempt to relieve the constant throbbing in your head.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there for when you felt a gentle rub on your back.

“What’s up, Y/N?” you heard Sam’s voice ask, “You all good?”

Looking up you met Sam’s eyes who were looking at you with a great deal of sympathy. It didn’t exactly take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that you weren’t feeling 100%.

“Yeah, I’m fully sick,” you mumbled giving a thumbs up to Sam. He laughed as he reached into the cupboard, grabbing a sealed up salad and taking a seat opposite you.

You heard Dean exclaim to his brother, “Salad? Are you serious, Sammy? It’s nine o’ clock in the morning!”

Sam just ignored his brother’s snarky remarks as he continued to eat through his salad, meanwhile you were feeling way too overheated and moved the sheet that was over your head around your lap, letting the refreshing cool air absorb into your skin.

It took a few more minutes after that for Dean to finish making your breakfast and to set it in front of you. He then took a seat next you wrapping one arm around your waist, as you both began to dig into your meals.

“You know, I almost forgot that hunters can get sick,” you stated, with a mouthful of bacon, “It just seems whenever we need medical attention is because something got the jump on us, not because our bodies are fighting bacteria.”

Both Sam and Dean nodded and gave a small laugh at your words of truth as they hadn’t been really sick in a long time.

Almost forgetting about your sickness for the first time that morning you continued to eat your way through the plate. It was when you were reaching your final bites that you felt a swirling in your stomach.

You paused, hoping the sensation would pass. Unfortunately for you, it only continued to follow further and further up your body, until you knew that there was no stopping it from reaching your mouth.

With great speed you threw the sheet from your lap and immediately began to run down the hallway, your hand covering your mouth. When you reached your bedroom you quickly made your way to your bathroom over towards the toilet.

A horrible wretching sound came from your throat as you emptied the contents of breakfast, and what appeared to be last night’s dinner and dessert. Your hair was dangling in front of your face, catching bits and pieces of what came out.

When the main haul had left your body, you knelt with your head in the toilet, panting as you tried to regain your breath. You heard the sound of footsteps grow louder as they boomed down the hallway and finally reached you.

Dean knelt beside you placing his hand on your back. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. Do you need to…”

He was cut off when you began to start all over again, but because of the emptiness of your stomach all that came out was bile which felt worse than before.

Dean rubbed soothing circles on your back as you struggled to hold anything in. It lasted for a while longer before ceasing, and you could feel that it was done for now.

Your emotions overwhelmed you as you sat back from the bowl and began to cry. You felt horrible, and there was nothing you could do besides just wait this sickness out.

Thinking that Dean would just comfort you verbally as to not be covered from all of your sick, you brought your legs up to your chest. But they were soon moved down again when Dean pulled you into his embrace. He didn’t care about the tear stains on his shirt, or the smell that lingered in the bathroom. All he cared about in that moment was doing anything he could to make you feel better.

Nighttime came around quicker than you expected. After your incident in the morning, you went straight to bed, replacing your clothes and tying your hair up. You slept for about two and a half hours, but just stayed in bed the rest of the day as you felt like you didn’t want to cause any more drama for either of the Winchesters.

Luckily your headache had become a more mild pain that you just became used to, and you just felt heavy all the time so you didn’t really even have the strength to get up and do much anyway.

Glancing at your clock, you noticed it was about 6:30pm and the perfect time to have a long hot bath with lots of bubbles and plenty of shampoo to wash out your hair of leftovers from breakfast.

You practically rolled out from your bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud. Picking yourself up you rubbed your eyes from fatigue and made your way to the main bathroom (because there was no way you were going near your own bathroom).

Once you reached the bathroom, you shut the door behind you and leaned over the bath tub to turn on the hot water. It immediately began to fill the tub and steam up the room with warm air.

You took your clothes off, throwing them to the side, just thinking about being cleansed with the hot soapy water, making you smile at the thought.

Closing your eyes you took in the serenity and warmth of the room, until you began to feel slightly dizzy. You opened your eyes to have your vision become partly blurry, and a spinning sensation in your head. You couldn’t even think straight as you thought that it was probably the growing temperature of the bathroom.

Attempting to make your way to the tub, you stumbled towards it but only ended up falling to the ground from tripping over a bump in the bath rug. You landed on your back which winded any air from your lungs.

“Shit,” you managed to shout. Taking a deep sigh, you continued to lie on the floor, as you felt you didn’t have the strength to get up.

It only took a few moments before Dean arrived in a hurry, his face full of worry as he took in your fallen state.

“What happened?” he exclaimed, kneeling down beside you before lifting your head up.

“I just fell, nothing serious,” you murmured, almost trying to convince yourself, before clearing your throat and continuing, “I was trying to run a bath for myself but I’m too sick to do anything!”

Dean didn’t say a word as he slipped one arm under your legs and another under your back, picking you up and walking to the bath where he lay you down in it gently. You gave a small smile as he turned off the tap and poured bubble bath mixture into the tub, beginning to swirl it around to create an abundance of soapy suds.

“Let’s get this breakfast out of your hair, alright?” he commented, rolling up his sleeves as he grabbed two of the shampoo bottles from your large collection of hair products, “Shall it be the glorious lavender shampoo for you today, or the saucy apple and watermelon?”

“Did you really just say ‘saucy’?” you laughed. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Hey give me a break, it’s my first time exploring these scents,” he mockingly objected. You continued to laugh as you pointed to the lavender shampoo bottle.

Dean moved around the bath so he was directly behind your head, in the optimum position to wash your hair. He began to gently massage the lotion into your hair, which actually soothed your still constant headache. You took a deep inhale of the smells that floated in the air, which cleared your nose from any scents of sick from that morning.

Dean just worked away slowly, not saying a word as he knew you just needed to relax. Once he finished shampooing and conditioning your hair, he picked up some of your shower gel and began to scrub your neck.

“Hey Dean?” you asked, talking for the first time in about ten minutes, “Why are you the greatest boyfriend any girl could ever dream of?”

“I don’t know,” he said softly, “Maybe it’s because I have the greatest girlfriend to straighten me out.”

You smiled, putting your hand around Dean’s neck and bringing his lips to meet your own. You kissed for several moments, before you pulled away suddenly.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, “I don’t want you getting sick.”

Dean just smiled and smirked, “Why not? Then you can return the favour of everything I’ve done for you today.”

You gave a gasp of objection, as you scooped up a handful of bubbles and threw it at Dean’s face, covering his forehead with soapy suds.

“If that’s how you want to play it…” Dean started off, before he grabbed some bubbles and began throwing them at your face.

What was a playful bubble fight, turned into the splashing of water all over each other and onto the floor. When you both finally ceased the bath warfare, you looked at Dean and took in his sodden appearance, laughing at the sight.

Dean, still kneeling, put his hands on his hips, and said, “Well, you seem to be feeling better. We should get you out and into bed so you can rest.”

You looked down towards the bath that you were lying in; a quarter of the water on the floor and half of the bubbles gone.

Looking back up at Dean, you gave a smirk, “Or, you could just save water by having a bath with me now? Because, hey, you need to get clean.”

Dean leaned forward, kissing you for a few moments, before reaching his arm towards your bright pink bottle of bubble bath.

emilys-fandom-trashbin  asked:

First impression was how hilarious and cute your animations of TRG and Game Grumps were, especially TRG. I didn't find your Tumblr till after watching Lucah's Hatoful Boyfriend streams for Christmas last year, sense you were in one. I'm glad I found my way here because I got to find out more about the characters you animate from time to time, and the guy behind the cute voice of Anghel and Ryouta! Best Birbs and cute things! X3

From here

Aww, that’s so nice to hear! :D

I kinda hate my time being on the Hatoful streams, mainly because I cringe super hard at one or two moments, but I’m glad some good came out of it!

Savage - October 13th, 2016 - ZPD Headqarters
  • <p> <b></b> *Nick and Judy walk into the ZPD together, talking*<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> Welcome back you two!<p/><b>Judy:</b> *waves, nudges and says something to Nick, heads off to her office*<p/><b>Nick:</b> *walks over to Clawhauser, smiles* Hey Ben.<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> *smirks* How did things go? Did you tell her?<p/><b>Nick:</b> *rolls his eyes* No, I didn't. Obviously. The most that happened was I saw her in a bathing suit.<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> *smirks* ooooooh... I bet that made your day...<p/><b>Nick:</b> *laughs dismissively* Yeah sure but... You know how she hates being called 'cute'?<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> Yes...<p/><b>Nick:</b> Well it took all of my willpower not to tell her how adorable she was in her little tankini. *smirks*<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> O-M-Goodness... That sounds so cuuuuute!<p/><b>Nick:</b> Shush! She might hear you.<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> *smiles and shrugs* Anyway, looks like Chief wins the pool since you haven't told her yet. Well, you should tell her soon... If you're going to.<p/><b>Nick:</b> *lowers his voice* What's the rush? It's not like she's going anywhere. I will tell her.<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> I just think you should tell her before Jack gets here.<p/><b>Nick:</b> Who?<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> Jack Savage. Really? You don't know him? He's a secret agent?<p/><b>Nick:</b> *shrugs* What's so special about that?<p/><b>Clawhauser:</b> He's a rabbit in a tuxedo with a voice smooth as butter. Do the math. He gets here tomorrow morning.<p/><b>Nick:</b> ...Oh. Uh... See ya later, Clawhauser. *speedwalks to his and Judy's office*<p/></p>
sims!ladybug: Nino’s shitty day, part 2

aka:  the awkward love triangle

[previous parts]

After the incident with Gabe, Nino leaves the house and I find him hanging out with Alya, who has come home [and immediately tucked into a book she found outside lol]

Seems like as good a time as any to make a move on the cute and feisty roomie you’ve been crushing on for years [and i want it to go really awkward/clumsy, so i select ‘pick up line’ as their first romantic interaction lolol]

Nino gives Alya this sly look like he wants to say something suave, then looks away bashfully [wiggling feet, fingers drumming, just all around adorably nervous looking], looks back at her once more, then finally seems about to say something–

–and suddenly Marcus appears. 

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I really hate when people theorize about my non existent biracial children. “your kids will be so cute! omg maybe they’ll have blue eyes! and you know they’ll have such great hair!” cause all biracial kids look alike? they all have “light eyes” and “good hair?” what if my kid is dark skinned with kinky hair? what if we adopt? will they be “so cute?” or are biracial kids only cute when they fit some narrow definition of multi racial? we’re talking about human beings, not designer dogs. this shit isn’t flattering or cute. like. please don’t fetishize children that don’t even exist yet.

seriously this shit makes me so mad. but also really sad. this idea that whiteness or partial whiteness is better is really disgusting. and I really hate that people assume I buy into that because my husband is white. I don’t. take that mess elsewhere

IF we have kids (seriously get out of my uterus) they’ll be cute because kids are cute, not because they’re biracial. uuuugh.

I’ve decided to make a video about this but I’m struggling with how to do it. this topic is still difficult for me, especially since there are corners of the Internet dedicated to policing my relationship & my blackness. I swear I can’t fucking win.

I’m sorry I know you all have your opinions on people an stuff but this really pisses me off.
Lemme just remind you all of something; JULIET MAKES ANDY HAPPY! If you really do love and support the band, you should support their personal decisions that includes who they date. This goes for ANY BAND MEMBER! You’re like 13 you posting shit like this online WONT SPLIT THEM UP!
Let me also remind you of something else, they’ve been dating for about 4 years now (correct me if I’m wrong) and they also live together. I’m pretty sure if Juliet ‘hated the bvb army’ or was 'using andy for his fame’ then he’d of left her by now. Also why would she use Andy for fame? Juliet already has a pretty good following from being on The Voice and being in Automatic Love Letter so…
And really 'she rubs it in people’s faces that they’re dating!’ So what you don’t post photos or compose cute tweets to your boy/girlfriend if you have one?

Michael would be the type of boyfriend who would constantly deny being whipped when the guys tease him about it but he would totally be whipped. To the point that you would think out loud, “damn…some chocolate sounds good,” Michael would be like “do you need to be to go get you some? what kind? Nuts or no nuts…never mind I know you hate nuts/or like nuts….” and you would laugh because of how adorable he was being. He would never hear the end of it whenever you would all hang out with his friends/the guys, and you would all go randomly shopping and you would complain that your fingers hurt so michael would gladly take all of your shopping bags because he doesn’t want your cute fingers to be in any form of discomfort and all the guys would laugh at him but you would kiss him because you loved him so much and he loved you so much. 

I hate it when super smutty stuff has actual redeemable qualities and like, nobody believes you and they aren’t even wrong for not believing you.

Senran Kagura has a really good story. You just rolled your eyes and you aren’t even wrong. 

Monster Musume is actually really cute and enjoyable when it isn’t being overt pornography. You’re not even wrong for not believing me. There are times where I wish that Monster Musume didn’t have all of the porn stuff because it’s just so damn charming when it’s not being porn. 

Kill la Kill is fucking fantastic and acts more as a subversion of everything scummy about the modern anime market. You’re fully in the right for thinking that I’m full of shit. 


* you have to shop in the plus size section.

* you’re not able to wear the clothes you think are cute because they honestly just don’t look good on you.

* you’re uncomfortable in your own skin.

* you hate and dread swimming with others.

* you’re sex drive is completely out the window

* you hate being naked in front of anyone…even yourself

* you feel like you have so much leg circumference to shave

* your belly hangs over your underwear

* you feel like going to the bathroom in a public place sometimes is a chore because of how small the stall is, it’s almost impossible just to get in and shut the door

* you hate getting clothes for christmas because they never fit

* you hate having your picture taken

* when you bend over to tie your shoes you can’t breath

* when you walk your thighs rub together and often wear holes in your pants

* you’re arms jiggle when you wave

* when you stand straight up you can feel your back rolls touching

* when you tan you have tan lines from all your fat creases

* you can’t cross your legs

* your knees hurt when you do stairs

* when you get a pedicure you have a difficult time rolling up your pants over your calves so your pants don’t get wet

* you have a meal with friends or family and eat as much as them but find yourself still wanting more food

* if you go long periods without certain foods you get cranky

* you feel like your living to eat rather than eating to live

* food is constantly on your mind

* your not able to wear watches and certain bracelets because your wrists are too fat

* you’re just plain not healthy, lab values are out of wack

* walking quickly even short distances leaves you out of breath and having some chest discomfort

* climbing a couple flights of stairs rather than taking the elevator makes you feel like you may fall over and die

* trying on clothes is like the worst thing ever

* couple rounds of CPR and you’re dripping sweat

* you prefer to stay home in your pj’s rather than get dressed up and go out

* when you walk you can feel your fat jiggle

* you have back problems

* you’re tired all the time

* you’re depressed because of how badly you’ve let yourself go

Pretty much sums me all up right now. Pathetic I know. But it’s the absolute, brutally honest, truth. I feel this way. I struggle with these things. I’ve let myself go and am now physically and mentally paying for it.

You may not actually be fat if you have a few of these…but all these together…me right now….yep…fat.

I have to stop feeling sorry for myself…pull myself from the pit I’m in..figure out what I need to help get myself out…get out…and move on…and keep on moving. I got out of the pit once but I didn’t do the keep moving part and ended up back to where I am now. Even though I went from 256 - 199…i felt awesome. And I want that feeling again.

I’m struggling. And won’t be afraid to admit that right now.