you hit me right in the feels

Have you thought about the fact that, one day, we’ll be looking back to the time when we realized Taylor was really happy and in love with this unknown guy? A guy that gave her what she needed at the right time. I hope that, in the same day we look back, we’ll look at Taylor, and see her having a happy life, with love and trust. With friends and family. And with her baby. Forevermore.

Bts Mic drop remix got me feeling so attacked. Like the visuals bro, the dancing, the close ups, The English, oh god did you SEE THE BACKGROUNDS? FUCK I AM SO SHOOOOOOOK! I AM SO GLAD I STAYED UP FOR THIS CAUSE IT’S 4 AM RIGHT NOW! So glas I don’t have school for another like two or three days. I’m wide awake now though lmao.

BTS replaced you. - pt.2

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Originally posted by fairybcby

After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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The scuttle backwards a whumpee does out of fear when they’re on the ground, slowly being approached by the antagonist. Bonus points if the whumpee has an injury, making it hardーif not impossibleーto escape. Also that moment when their back hits the wall and they freeze, paralyzed with fear, knowing there’s no escape.

What’s on my mind is

that scar on the left side of your face,
right below the sharp edge of your jaw,
how it looks like an arrow. How I wish
I were brave enough to trace my finger
like a road on a map until I hit somewhere 

to call home.

When you drank your first beer, did you
pretend to feel the buzz just to make the
cool kids stop calling you a fucking loser?
Or maybe you were the cool kid. Maybe you
pressed cheap alcohol into the palms of kids
like me. Careful kids. Color in the lines kids.

Also, key lime pie. Specifically, my mom’s.
Would you eat it? I know you hate pie, but
how many girls’ moms’ pies have you eaten
just to please some girl’s mom? A lot, I’m sure.

Too many. But I like you. Even though you are
a raging republican. Even though you practice
dinner party talk in my bed. (Especially because
I think that’s you trying to impress me.) And

sometimes, when we dare to let the silence sit,
I wonder if the first people to get married
regretted it. Did they lie side-by-side five years
past their vows and rearrange letters of the
alphabet just to find the right word: Done.
Damaged. Different. Devoid. Divide. Divorce.

Yes, they thought, as they unlinked their hands.
Divorce. Because it burns something ugly on the tongue.
I wonder if we’ll ever get divorced before I remember
that we aren’t married. We aren’t anything. Then,
of course, I wonder, what the hell we’re doing.

And on that note: Hell.
Do you believe in it?
Because I do. I think I do.

At least I might.

Or do you make up stories about the girl over there
nose deep in the Bible or the man with no hair
who keeps nodding off. The people on subways and
street corners, half-awake. When you guess at their lives,
are they happily ever afters with green grass lawns
and dogs who don’t bark? Do they believe in hell?

And even if they do and you do and suddenly you see some
small fragment of yourself in the glass of her eyes, does that
mean you won’t bury her jagged pieces so deep she loses her
sharpness? And when she exhumes that grave and slips
idiosyncrasies back under her skin like splinters, will you stay
for something beyond the guilt? When she finally cracks open
her mind just to let you peek at the bone and raw edges,
will you even remember asking for all of this in the first place?

No. Of course you won’t.

So I smile. I stretch. You hold me like a question mark, quiet
and careful and waiting. There are things you’d like me to say,
but the silence is so much sweeter. Stranger hands wander down
my waist, and you ask, once more, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” I say. “I was just falling asleep.“
jealous reddie (richie version)

aged up because i’m not a creep

-despite not being the most popular of students at derry high school, eddie has always been labelled as cute

-literally everybody thinks he’s an adorable little loser with his fanny packs and short shorts

-then one day over the summer he got hit by the puberty truck and he comes in looking h o t

-he’s probably like 17 when people start calling him hot

-his shorts aren’t as tiny as they used to be but still in no way appropriate 

-if you don’t think he’s a fashion icon you’re wrong and that’s the tea

-you’re also wrong if you think he doesn’t absolutely OWN pastel colors because he scooby dooby doo

-his legs are muscular because dancer!eddie is canon and idc what anybody says

-everyone stares and sometimes people will look him up and down and get that look in their eye 

-and richie knows the look because he’s been looking at eddie like that for years

-precious eddie of course doesn’t notice it

-and he vehemently denies it whenever richie brings it up 

-my boy eds has some confidence issues 

-”richie nobody would ever look at me like that” 

-”mcscuse me mr spaghetti boy i’ve been looking at you like that for like 4 years”

-eddie calls bullshit and continues to wear his tight pants and the white sneakers that make his legs seem so much more toned

-richie’s a jealous bitch and obviously everyone who ever talks to eddie in the hallway is flirting with him (but a lot of the time he’s right) but he’s a lot tamer now than he was when eddie first glo’d up

-anytime anyone so much as smiled towards his eddie bear in the wrong way and he was instantly all up on him like “hey babe, can i walk you to class” very touchy and hands-on

-but since then eddie has expressed how richie’s violent reactions have made him feel uncomfortable and objectified so now he just has to sit back and watch  

-just imagine one day johnny whatshisface from biology comes up to him in the hallway and starts flirting and is like “excuse me if i’m being too forward but you’re really attractive” and eddie chokes

-richie’s just watching from a couple feet away, sandwiched between bev and stan, and he feels sick to his stomach because this idiot just openly hit on eddie and there could be no possible way eddie could not notice

-he grabs onto stan’s leg out of anger and stan’s just like “ow”

-meanwhile eddie’s face is all hot and this slimy feeling is creeping up his throat 

-and he shocks damn near everyOnE when he turns to the guy and is like “yeah? my boyfriend thinks so too. have you met richie? he’s right over there, i can introduce you if you’d like”

-richie literally CHOKEs

-stan is in shambles 

-bev’s just there like “i knew the little fucker had it in him, mike owes me ten bucks”

-richie’s literally over the moon with happiness and he practically floats over to his boyfriend and is like “you never cease to amaze me, eds.”

-and they’re all cute and happy for the rest of their long, long lives because eddie kaspbrak doesn’t die sorry stephen you tried sweaty

you should not be scared of your parents

you should not be scared of your parents

being your parent does not give them the right to degrade you, embarrass you, neglect you, make you feel worthless, abuse you, or make you feel scared

there’s a difference between being disciplined for acting up and being terrified of wobbling slightly out of line even once

you should not be scared to be yourself

you should not want to live on the streets

you should not be called names

you should not be scared of your parents

Ride Me Baby *Part 3* (Harry Styles Mature Mini Series)

Originally posted by hipsterharrey

Hiya guys, so finally I’m getting this chapter up. I am beyond over whelmed with the feedback ive been getting from this series and I cant be more thankful for you guys reading it and enjoying it! I hope you enjoy this chapter! –K

**WARNING, EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

Word Count: 5,869

Y/N’s POV
As I stood there speechless staring at Kendall as she was staring at Harry then glaring back at me like I had done something wrong. Has Harry been cheating on me with her this whole time? My heart started to sink at the thought. Harry and Kendall did date for a while but broke up because of the public always stalking them or taking pictures 24/7, so for all I know Harry might still have feelings for her and sleeping with her behind everyone’s backs. And by his reaction it seemed like he was happy to see her, even though I was standing right there. “Your faces are priceless, cant believe you fell for that one” Kendall started to laugh uncontrollably as she stood clapping her hands applauding her performance. “What the fuck Ken?” Harry’s face slightly changed into a crooked smile as he joined in with her laughter. “What are you doing here? Please come in” He steps backwards as she walked into our room, with her long legs and flat stomach that was on show under her crop top. She is so beautiful, why did he leave her for me? “Y/N?” My head shot up as I was startled out of my train of thought. “Sorry?” “How are you doing sweetie?” Kendall came over to great me with a hug, which I accepted. I had to. Ive never really sat down and got to know Kendall to know what she is like. She is so sweet and polite, I have no hate against her. But for some reason I don’t like her either. “Im good thanks how are you?” “Good, how are you guys enjoying your trip?” “Yeah its great, Y/N has always wanted to come here so I surprised her for our anniversary” Harry butted in as we walked into our kitchen. “Oh my god I’m so sorry I interrupted, I seen that you guys were here so I thought it would be rude not to come down and say hi” She giggled as her stare as with Harry through out the whole conversation. Now I know why I don’t like her. “Aw thank you for popping in Ken” His stare was with her, again. I don’t know whether I’m reading too much into this situation but with the atmosphere it seemed like he was glad to see her or something, I don’t know.

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Teacher’s pet

Namjoon x reader

genre: professor!Namjoon, slight dom!namjoon, smut

word count: 6.1k

especially for @lonely-kitten-named-bambi and my other Boos out there


Your new literature professor, Kim Namjoon, decided to make you the teacher’s personal pet..

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anonymous asked:

Hey PT what was your Papyrus like? (I read your bio and professional mourner hit me right in the feels >~<)

* Un-hit those “feels!” My great and gentlemanly brother is likely fine and in good health! I was a professional mourner for hire, you see!

* I’d be paid to show up to funerals to wail the loudest and deliver heartfelt eulogies as their “best friend!”

* People who didn’t have a lot of admirers and wanted to be remembered after their passing would need someone like me. I plucked on people’s heart strings like a professional lutist.

* ‘Course I stopped after one gig turned out that the man I was mourning for had secrets of treasure he took to his grave. His enemies wouldn’t pass up kidnapping his “closest friend” he “told everything to” and shake me down for information.

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“We’ll steal your disbelieving heart!”

Part 3 of edit sets for witchsona AU

**Please DO NOT edit, use, or repost any of these! Thank you!

[UPDATED and COMPLETE character profiles (codenames, outfit, awakening scene, dialogues) under the cut!]

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anonymous asked:

Hey blue! I got a question. Which transformers yandere do you consider to be the most dangerous and which least dangerous? And why?

This is so funny, because I legit was thinking about this exact same thing just the other day and was planning to make a post about it!  XD  Here you are, lovelies!  For all your yandere headcanon needs!


Tier 1 Yanderes:  The “baby” or “accidental” yanderes.  They really don’t know what to do with themselves or how to talk to you, so they just end up coming off as kind of weird and needy.  They might even be a little bit intimidated by your charm and your friendliness.  They tend to follow you around secretly and/or spy on you, and you might find a couple of your things go missing, but overall, they’re pretty harmless.  

Threat level: Nonexistent, but still kind of creepy.

  • Swerve
  • Skids
  • Fort Max
  • Red Alert
  • Smokescreen
  • Chromedome
  • Rodimus
  • Ultra Magnus
  • Blades
  • The Vehicons 


Tier 2 Yanderes:  There’s usually an equal balance of power on both sides.  Maybe you two or already friends, or even dating.  They seem normal most of the time, but there are times when they can come off as slightly controlling or a little possessive.  If they see someone as a threat, they will retaliate in subtle (or sometimes not so subtle) ways.  They tend to be overly cuddly and handsy, but won’t push your boundaries too much. 

 Threat level: Safe, but everyone else had better watch their back.

  • Deathasaurus 
  • Prowl
  • Swindle
  • Tailgate
  • Cyclonus
  • Rewind
  • Brainstorm
  • Nautica 
  • Predaking
  • Chop Shop 
  • Chase
  • Heatwave
  • Blurr


Tier 3 Yanderes:  They’re bolder and far more cunning than the previous ones.  They feel no shame in spying on you or taking your things.  They spend hours cultivating plans to get their hands on you and get the others out of the picture.  They’ll use whatever tricks necessary to win you over, be it lying, manipulation, sabotage, or even in certain cases memory loss.  Anyone who gets in their way is quietly removed from the equation be it in a peaceful way or not.  Possible chance of getting kidnapped.  

Threat level:  Worrying, you won’t suffer any damage, but you better be looking for a way out.   

  • Rung
  • Nightbeat
  • Getaway
  • Perceptor
  • Drift
  • Ratchet
  • Optimus Prime
  • Blackarachnia 
  • Whirl


Tier 4 Yanderes:  These guys mean business.  They have no qualms about kidnapping you and keeping you as a hostage, or in some cases, a pet.  It varies from individual to individual, but you probably won’t suffer any physical damage, depending on how much they care for you (provided you don’t try to run away, that is).  There’s a lot of intimidation and power play involved and depending on the yandere in question, they might not take no for an answer when it comes to physical intimacy.

Threat level:  High!  You need to find a way to contact someone STAT!

  • Tarn
  • Pharma
  • Kaon
  • Megatron
  • Starscream
  • Soundwave
  • Shockwave
  • Knock Out
  • Lugnut
  • Blitzwing
  • Thunderhoof
  • Steeljaw
  • Fracture
  • Lockdown
  • Tyrest


Tier 5 Yanderes:  You’re fragged.  There’s no other way to put it.  These scary ass mofos don’t know the difference between love and obsession and actually get a kick out of watching you suffer.  If you’re lucky, they’ll kill you quickly after they’ve had their fun, if not…  Well, I hope you have a high tolerance for pain. 

Threat level:  Ultimate!!!  Only a miracle from Primus can save you now!

  • Overlord
  • Tarantulas 
  • Airachnid
  • Galvatron 

A cruddy profile sketch commemorating the moment when I was just suddenly hit by the realization of how much this man matters to me, my brain, my heart, and my soul

He loves you

Even if u might not love him back

This man will never stop loving you

HE HAS BEEN LOVING YOU EVEN BEFORE YOU KNEW HE EXISTED DO U KNO HOW PAINFUL IT IS M8 I HATE HIM SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME FEEL THINGS AAAAAAAAAAAAA