you make me itch


                 taken from ian somerhalder’s portrayal of him on the show, not the book.

  • “Hello, brother.”
  • “Stop being cute.”
  • “Nostalgia is a bitch.”
  • “I’m stronger than you think.”
  • “I’m gonna go rip his head off now.”
  • “Our life is one, big proverbial coin toss.”
  • “I could rip your heart out and not think twice about it.”
  • “Sorry to spoil your seven minutes in heaven. We have a problem.”
  • “For someone who doesn’t wanna be like me, you sure are good at it.”
  • “Take it from the guy who supposedly got it all and is sitting with bubkis. Stop moping about who are not and start being the guy you are.”
  • “Very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul. So many… adjectives.”
  • “Is that where you’ve been all morning, out buying bossypants?”
  • “I’m not some drunk sorority chick. You can’t roofy me.”
  • “Does it get tiring, being so righteous?”
  • “You just don’t wanna die, do you?”
  • “Why are you so mean to me?”
  • “Don’t tell me what I can’t do.”
  • “Hashtag, you’re welcome.”
  • “The only one I can count on is… me.”
  • “Today has been a no-good, very-bad day.”
  • “This would be so much more fun if we were naked.”
  • “I guess I’ll have to cuddle up next to the fire with all my rage.”
  • “You brood too much… My actions, they belong to me. I own them.”
  • “I do believe in killing the messenger. Know why? It sends a message.”
  • “Can we not do the whole road trip bonding thing? The cliche of it all makes me itch.”
  • “I look at you and I see myself. A less dashing, less intelligent version.”
  • “Your search for life’s purpose is as obvious as it is tragic.”
  • “I’m trusting you. Don’t make me regret it.”
  • “Alright, brother. Time to go.”
  • “I’d be extra nice to me right now.”
  • “You are officially the most terrifying person I know.”
  • “Didn’t you find it weird that you made a friend so fast? Have you met you?”
  • “I gotta admit, even for me, it’s a little kinky.”
  • “You have no sense of humor.”
  • “So all’s forgiven?”
  • “I don’t do good. It’s not in me.”
  • “Stop being ashamed of who you are.”
  • “I’m better at being the bad guy anyway.”
  • “Take it from me: strange is bad, dead is worse.”
  • “I promise you. I will never leave you again.”
  • “You want a partner in crime? Forget _____. I’m so much more fun.”
  • “You know what they say: the way to a psycho killer’s heart is through his stomach.”
  • “Get your ass out the door before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out myself.”
  • “There’s no such thing as a bad idea. Only poorly executed awesome ones.”
  • “Hindsight is almost a bigger bitch than you.”
  • “I’ve been dead before. I got over it.”
  • “Life sucks. Get a helmet.”
  • “You need to stop doing that.”
  • “Humanity’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
  • “I’m staying clear of all women at the moment.”
  • “I want to throw you back in my bed and never let you leave.”
  • “You went on a murderous rampage. It happens.”
  • “First of all, don’t nickname. That’s my thing.”
  • “And here I thought my future was bleak.”
  • “I have moves you’ve never even seen before.”
  • “You do realize you are dating a reformed serial killer, right?”
  • “You know this whole pretending to hate me is getting a little silly.”
  • “Guilt. Don’t know it, but I’ve heard it can be a royal bitch.”
  • “One thing you’re not going to do, you’re not going to mess with me.”
  • “You’re lucky you’re adorable because your eternal optimism is super annoying.”
  • “If you’re gonna be maudlin, I’m gonna kill you myself. Just to put me out of your misery.”
  • “Sometimes really terrible things happen to amazing people.”
  • “You better start talking or I will kill you in your sleep.”
  • “That’s it? We’re gonna kill bad guys together and you’re not even going to talk to me?”
  • “Is that what you people think of me? That I just instantly resort to violence?”
  • “You are literally the best person I’ve ever known.“
  • “You came here to kill me?”
  • “Eh. I’ve seen worse.”
  • “I think I like you.”
  • “I’m a good guy now, remember?”
  • “I’m lost… metaphorically, existentially.”
  • “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
  • “Just stop talking. Just kiss me. Be my distraction.”
  • “You once told me that calling me Satan was an insult to Satan.”
  • “So I’m thinking of a person. He’s reasonably good looking, charming accent, and he would be the most amazing wingman if he just got rid of his martyr complex.“
  • “Whatever desire you have to save me, I kinda need that right now.”
  • “Listen, how I got this amazing body has nothing to do with science.”
  • “Clarity over cleverness. That’s what I always say.”
  • “You’re choosing that woman over me?”
Braiding Means Marriage? {Fili}

Based on: Imagine Fili braiding your hair without you knowing that it’s a Dwarven courting custom.

Notes: I really did just write this since posting the imagine 15 minutes ago but I wanted to write it. It’s short and maybe not great but hey ho, fluffy Fili is great.

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  • notp: hold hands, kiss, hug, marry each other, have a house with a family of four children, a dog and a stable financial life
  • me: idk man... i just don't feel like they're in love? at most good friends, that's all
  • otp: make eye contact
The Party - Pt 1

Summary: Arat is throwing a party and Simon is throwing innuendo your way.

Words: 2068

Warnings: Swearing. Cheesy lines. Brief mentions of death.

A/N - I haven’t written fanfic for years so I’m slightly rusty. Also, this did start out as @simons-thirst-squad​‘s P for Pen prompt but the story swiftly ran away from that but it is coming next.I’ll be looking at continuing this on if people are interested, so let me know your thoughts and if you want me to tag you in anything.

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I hope i’m not allergic
to the things that make me cry
i still want to hug
what brings a tear to my eye
i don’t want to avoid
the stuff that makes me sniff
i don’t wish to separate
my self from those
that make me blow my nose
i rather keep in reach
rather be able to touch
the cause of my distress
i’d rather keep close
the active ingredient
of my tear ducts
you that generates
the longing and the mist
that i clear from my face
with gently fastened fists
i hope i’m not allergic
to you who makes me itch

                                          a    quiet     starter  call  ––        no    rush    on    these .         i    just    really    miss    writing      &      brooke ,      especially .       contact    for    plotting    is    likely .       mutuals    only .       

anonymous asked:

junhui from seventeen and 22 pls? ヽ(^o^)

❥ junhui, ‘don’t call this number again’

it’s just gone six am and you’re tired. too tired to be bothered to look down at your phone which is ringing next to you. too tired to even open your eyes and check whether it’s sunny outside. 

 no one ever called at six so you know it must be important. a family member or friend perhaps, someone in need on sunday at six am when no one else bothered to ring. you should answer. you know you should open your eyes and answer the phone but there’s a pounding in your head and it makes you feel worse. 

 but that’s the problem. at the back of your mind somewhere you know exactly what day it is and that’s why you don’t want to get up. someone might not have got the message that today was no longer a celebration. someone might have forgotten. 

 but you answer it anyway, knowing its the best thing to do. lest we forget the way you don’t open your eyes and instead just press the answer button from memory, trying to adjust your tired mind to the setting around you. your mumbled hello isn’t pleasant in any way but it will do

 ‘h-hey. i didn’t think that you’d answer.’

 you have to wait a moment because you’re close to slamming the phone down and turning it off for the next few years. your eyes are very much open now and the only thing you can see is red. but he’s one step ahead of you and knows how you’ll react in any situation. 

 ‘don’t hang up please,’ he mumbles. it’s a mix of languages he speaks and that gives up him away. he’s drunk, maybe as much as you were last night, and that means he knows. ‘can you talk? please? i’ve missed your voice so much.’

  junhui knows exactly what today is. he wouldn’t call otherwise, he probably wouldn’t even drink knowing him. that really was the problem; you knew him too well and you should have expected him to call. ‘don’t call this number again.’

 ‘wait, please,’ he almost begs. he sounds desperate but you can’t put behind you all the phone calls you had with him sounding the exact same. it’s all just.. double standards. 

 ‘do you know what today is?’ you ask solemnly. you shouldn’t be wasting even a breath on him. you should be enjoying your weekend, what was left of it anyway, with the netflix account that was still under your joint name. 

 he’s silent and you don’t really know how to take it. you wish he’d just be straight with you but this is junhui who couldn’t even tell you if he wanted to be with you without you begging him to give you an answer. you should expect it but you don’t. maybe it’s because over the two months he hasn’t spoken with you, you’d started to forget him. 

 ‘our anniversary,’ junhui tells you. you can hear him sigh but it doesn’t make up for all the times he’s made you do the exact same thing. is that him crying? you shouldn’t care but you do. too much. it hurts too much. ‘i-it would be our anniversary. but i… i ruined it for us, huh?

 it’s too much to just say yes to him, so you hum. ‘i believe it might have been a joint effort.’

 ‘you never hurt me like i hurt you.’

 you think that maybe he’s doing it to be spiteful. get back at you for all the times that you’d called him out and made him look like a fool in front of his friends for all the dates he’d stood up and all the times he’d blanked you because darling i’m too busy, can i call back later?

 but the sob that he throws at you is real. so real it makes you want to cry yourself - all the emotions from before are coming back to you and it hurts even more. ‘everyday i wake up without you i realise that i lost the best thing to ever happen to me.’

 ‘you’re drunk, junhui,’ you try to tell him. you don’t want him to regret this call when he comes around from the state he’s in. god knows you’ll regret it too. 

 ‘i love it when you say my name, you know? it makes me feel loved,’ he says. it’s painful. your chest itches and you want to be with him. you miss him but you can’t admit it. things have changed. ‘i don’t want to spend another day without you. what else can i say? i never knew how much i needed you until you were gone.’

So I loved Heathens by Twenty One Pilots.

And I love sketching?

And this is the first work I’ve posted on here so ta-da :3

(Please don’t repost this it’ll hurt my lil soul :c - maybe reblog instead for motivation? )

Me: I am legitimately allergic to pepper

My family: lol you just don’t like pepper

Me: it makes my mouth itch and burn, gives me rashes/hives and makes it difficult to breathe

My family: lol you’re silly

Me: !!!!

lovelylinkle  asked:

god i hated that video being passed around so much too, like just from that one segment i can think of like 3 design flaws for a tutorial. It's just not well done

watching it makes me itch its so bad. 

you can press down to duck! but we’ll ‘teach’ you this completely out of context so you have no idea what the point of this is and never learn to associate it with specific in game actions!

did you know holding down ‘a’ lets you jump higher? to demonstrate the variability of jump height here are two blocks: one of which you cannot get over with this skill no matter what because its too high :) :) :) 

Flesh Wound

Fandom: Suicide Squad

Pairing: Captain Boomerang x reader

Prompt: 2 & 19

Rating: mild

Warnings: fluffiness

As cliché as it sounds, you really weren’t expecting anything to happen tonight. It was Friday night, so naturally you decided to put on your pajamas and read a good book.

And that’s where you were

Until he walked in.

Digger Harness: a friend. He visited you once in a while when he wasn’t committing a crime or being imprisoned for said crime. The Australian had peeked your interest, for some unexplained reason.

“Hey sexy!” He said as he walked in, sipping a beer and you looked up and rolled your eyes at his strewn demeanor.

“You look like crap Dig’.” You reply. He looked down and rolled his eyes.

“Nah, just a little rudged. Adds to my bad-boy look, dontcha think?” He asks, posing and you roll your eyes before you realize he’s limping and you spring up.

“Are you okay?” You ask, worried.

“Nothing Sheila, just a flesh wound.” He shrugs but as he sits beside you, you yank up his pant leg to see his leg’s flesh red and bleeding badly.

“Flesh wound huh?” You ask as you run to get the first aid kit before going to help his injury.

“Really Doll, I’m fine.” He says.

“Fine my ass. You know I should toss you on the street? If I had a nickle everytime you came to me with an injury and brushed it off, Id be rich.” You began to ramble. “I’m not even going to ask what the hell happened, but you’re probably lucky to be alive and have this limb intac-”

“ Babe!” Digger cut you off and you looked up only for him to slam his lips onto yours. You squeak in surprise before leaning into the warm feeling spreading from your lips to the remaining parts of your being. Suddenly though, he pulls away.

“Please shut up.” He says, a smirk playing at his lips and soon, a smirk of your own itchs onto your face.

“Make me.” You purr.