you two are just the worst

anonymous asked:

My daddy just send me to the corner because I couldn't calm down during a panic attack 😳 I tried to tell him that he wasn't helpful and he ended up calling me a bad, ungrateful little girl. Not really an "ask" but I wanted to tell someone. 😔

DADDY 101

This is the absolute worst time to punish and marks a spirit of immaturity and frustration.

Panic attacks, anxiety, mental issues etc are all very seriously and mentally traumatizing events that need to be handled with a soft touch and a slow hand.

You have two things at the ends of your arms that are tools of discipline, but also incredible instruments of mercy.

Show that mercy with a supreme amount of emergency aftercare.

Show that you’re worthy of the title by properly expressing control under fire.

Be daddy. That’s what she needs when she’s freaking out and sinking.

The worst thing about this hellsite though is when some dumb shit happens and you can’t even really criticize it because it’s almost always like

“You shouldn’t harrass someone off this site just because of their ship/a show they like/etc.” and then people come out of the woodworks like “Yeah just because I ship these two 11 year old siblings and draw them-” like no you fuckin creep I will hit you with a god damn stick

anonymous asked:

#134 & TaeTae pleaseeeeeeeeeee <3

#134: “You don’t mean that.”

The two of you were radiating anger. This fight was the worst of them all, and this time, you weren’t sure how to begin fixing what has been damaged. “I don’t want to fucking see you anymore. Just leave me alone. I’m going to move the hell out of here.” You spit, turning around but stop when Taehyung begins to speak. “You don’t mean that. You love me, don’t you? Y/N, I don’t understand you anymore.”


Prompt list is HERE, request a number and a boy :)

both the stores i’ve been a little late to because of a public transport cock up have added me onto their requested employees list after the first shift and I’m just??? how do you like me at my literal worst

  • Reporter: What is 2+2?
  • Donald Trump answers the question: "I have to say a lot of people have been asking this question. No, really. A lot of people come up to me and they ask me. They say, 'What's 2+2'? And I tell them look, we know what 2+2 is. We've had almost eight years of the worst kind of math you can imagine. Oh my God, I can't believe it. Addition and subtraction of the 1s the 2s and the 3s. It's terrible. It's just terrible. Look, if you want to know what 2+2 is, do you want to know what 2+2 is? I'll tell you. First of all the number 2, by the way, I love the number 2. It's probably my favorite number, no it is my favorite number. You know what, it's probably more like the number two but with a lot of zeros behind it. A lot. If I'm being honest, I mean, if I'm being honest. I like a lot of zeros. Except for Marco Rubio, now he's a zero that I don't like. Though, I probably shouldn't say that. He's a nice guy but he's like, '10101000101,' on and on, like that. He's like a computer! You know what I mean? He's like a computer. I don't know. I mean, you know. So, we have all these numbers, and we can add them and subtract them and add them. TIMES them even. Did you know that? We can times them OR divide them, they don't tell you that, and I'll tell you, no one is better at the order of operations than me. You wouldn't believe it. So, we're gonna be the best on 2+2, believe me."
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avatar the last airbender book one: water

You know what the worst part of being born over a hundred years ago is? I miss all the friends I used to hang out with. Before the war started, I used to always visit my friend Kuzon. The two of us, we’d get in and out of so much trouble together. He was one of the best friends I ever had, and he was from the Fire Nation just like you. If we knew each other back then, do you think we could have been friends too?

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Forduary week three: Support
At least he’ll always have his brother there to support him, right?


You can see all of my Forduary entries here and all of my Stanuary entries here.

car and I brainstormed some Parks and Rec election results and scenarios to make ourselves feel better. Reblog and add with your own.

  •  Leslie offers to stop eating waffles if Hillary could win and then mutters to herself a second later “No, that’s crazy; i can’t do that. i’m sorry, Leslie.”

  • Ann running over in the early hours Wednesday morning with a full nursing bag preparing for the worst

  •  Leslie, Ben, and Ann all yell “DONALD TRUMP’S NEVER HAD A REAL JOB IN HIS LIFE” in various inflections for about twenty five minutes

  • Leslie suddenly sliding to the floor every few hours when she remembers. she wraps herself in every coat, scarf, and hat she owns and hibernates in there for a day or two

  •  Leslie tackles Jamm in the hall when she comes back to work: “you know what you did!”

  • Leslie wearing and passing out buttons with the MADD logo “The second D doesn’t stand for anything. Thats just how mad I am.”

  • Ann and Madeline Albright coaxing Leslie out of the bedroom when she’s depressed

  • Chris makes a list of all his favorite things about Hillary to read to Leslie and ends up crying halfway through. He goes on a marathon tour of the tri-state area. Which comprises traveling to participate in marathons because he just has to keep moving for a while and not stop

  • Leslie smacks her face sometimes, even years later, to see if she’s actually just maybe still asleep

  • Tom starts a new successful business called Black and Brown of the latest styles and fashions and only hires people of color

  • the thing that gets Leslie out of her funk is Ron coming over and telling her how much he hates government and how he thinks the two-party system is flawed and the electoral college is ruining the country and whats’ the point anymore. and then he shows her an I Voted sticker on which he’s written “i’m with Leslie”. Leslie starts to cry for a few minutes and then goes “but you actually voted for Hillary, right?”

  • The Pawnee Goddesses’ next four years are already booked for visiting political representatives, staging sit-ins, protests, and fundraisers. Ron always drives the bus. Andy is in charge of new recruits. Tom designs uniforms. Ann looks pretty.

  • Galentines Day becomes a movement and organization dedicated to helping women and they celebrate it every day. Waffle buttons become a symbol of the movement

  • The Parks gang runs into the entire Meagle Clan at a rally. They stand slackjawed for thirty seconds. Tom faints because Ginuwine is there

  • “PCP is going to seem like a walk in Roosevelt park compared to this.“ Leslie shows the camera a 3-inch binder labeled "LSD: Let’s Steer Democrat”

  • Andy spends a part of every Johnny Karate show educating kids about tolerance and how to be a good person

  • April is president of Galentines day and has a secret binder of her plans that she won’t ever show Leslie bc she’s pretty sure it might actually kill her

  • Andy graduates with a minor in women’s studies, goes to every protest even if he’s not always sure what’s going on. (April explains it)
    he seems like he’s only half getting it and then volunteers to speak at one protest.  the speech is one of the most relevant, aware, inspiring speeches in modern history it goes viral on buzzfeed.
    he gets invited to ellen and spends the whole time talking about finding nemo and dancing
    when asked to explain how he wrote it he says he asked himself a simple question: WWLKD

  • April runs for senate. She wins.
  • Friend: i don't get why yoi is so hype is it because there are two pretty boys -
  • Me: it's hype because the struggles that characters have are parallels with our personal troubles
  • Friend:
  • Me: it's hype because it's encouraging it's telling us that we don't need to change to overcome our worst enemies
  • Friend:
  • Me: it's hype because everyone has their own plus and negative nobody is perfect
  • Friend:
  • Me: it's hype because there's an illusion to perfection - and there will be someone who will embrace your imperfection and love you all
  • Friend:
  • Me: it's hype because it's telling all of these - in a sport anime with two male characters who just happened to fall in love
  • Friend:
  • Me: like it was the most natural thing in the world

soft klance things

  • keith always straightens out the hems of lance’s shirts because them being folded bothers him. lance just smiles and lets keith do his thing
  • whenever keith gets into a Mood, lance’ll come and lay his head in keith’s lap and start talking, about anything, just to see if he can make keith smile. 
    • and when keith finds lance crying at night because he misses his family, he takes lance’s hand and kisses each finger. 
    • “one,” he says, counting after each kiss. “two. three.” they both count, and on ten their mouths meet and lance feels a little more calm, focused. 
  • keith gets out of the shower and his long hair is sopping wet, so he shakes it like a dog to get lance all wet. 
    • “stop! you’re the worst!” lance is yelling, but he’s also laughing.
    • his revenge is to take a towel and vigorously rub keith’s head until his hair poofs out. afterword he’ll sit, legs spread out and keith between them resting against his chest, and brush out keith’s hair. 
  • early morning jogs around the halls of the castle, talking softly to one another, voices echoing in the quiet.
  • lance finds a machine in the castle that takes sound and converts it into a holographic light display that fills a room. 
    • lucky for them, keith’s ipod was in his jacket pocket when blue abducted them. 
    • he plays soft vintage melodies from the beginning of the millennium while he and lance slow dance. lance’s arms are looped around keith’s neck, keith’s head resting on lance’s shoulders. soft blue lights like waves fill the room and pass through them.
    • “does this count as a bonding moment?” keith asks slyly, still not letting that go. 
    • lance grins and kisses him. long, and deep as a well, savoring it, savoring keith.. “Hm…I guess so. I’m cradling you in my arms, aren’t I?”
Déjà vu

Based on THIS textpost


McGonagall: *looking over the write up of what the boys were caught doing. she sighs*

James: Actually professor, Sirius is my middle name.

Mcgonagall: *stares at both of them, feeling the absolute worst Déjà vu*

James: Yeah, Minnie, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.

McGonagall: *pauses, suddenly seeing two different boys in front of her…*

*The two boys leave the office*

FIN


James Sirius Potter/James Potter played by @space-marauder

Teddy Lupin/Remus Lupin played by @kapitan5o

buying-the-space-farm  asked:

"Accidentally capture the wrong base"? .....tell us more? Please?

this was before we got agent agent back as our handler, and part of the reason why he finally turned up for work again. 

so the thing about clint is that hes 1. not a good listener and 2. hes deaf. mostly. these are separate issues because being mostly deaf doesnt stop him from understanding what people are saying most of the time, it just means that you have to be sure he knows youre trying to communicate with him before you say something. (and also that you should make sure your mask doesnt cover your mouth so he can lipread, but whatever.)

we had this agent—incredibly boring guy in the worst sort of way–who’d requested clint, nat, and i for an op. nat and i were supposed to hit two of the leaders of a crime syndicate while clint got the third. easy peasy, kill some guys, free some hostages, small country liberated, total cakewalk. but the agent running the op and the briefing took FOREVER. he was talking us through like none of us had ever overthrown a country before, explaining every minute detail. nat and i could just kinda zone out and let things wash over us, picking up the pertinent details, but clint cant really do that. his hearing aids help but they weren’t perfect, so he also had to be kinda lipreading just to keep up. which takes a lot of focus for incredibly boring info. naturally he zoned out too.

which was how he missed the fact that his guy was not actually staying in his incredibly fortified base-slash-villa. his hostages were, but he wasn’t. 

luckily, they covered this in the briefing packet we were each provided with, which was a mere 362 pages. 

so obviously none of us actually read it.

we poked through, got blueprints, guard schedules, alarm systems and so on, but didnt bother with most of the rest of it. 

they dropped us in the air over each of our respective targets, clint last. i had the cliffside resort, nat had the downtown headquarters, and clint had the base-villa. nat and i handled ours like pros, of course, corpses everywhere, and clint did too–mowed right through the security, got the hostages, and then called in that his syndicate leader wasnt there, what the hell, who gave me this bad intel.

which was when he was informed that the big bad wasnt IN the villa, he was on the ISLAND ACROSS from the villa, and that hed been supposed to covertly infiltrate the beach house there and quietly capture him. ideally without ever setting foot in the villa; he was just supposed to steal a boat from the villa docks and not get spotted by security. 

unfortunately, clint had blown up all the watercraft at the villa’s docks to keep syndicate members from escaping. which meant he still had to get to the island and capture this guy, but now there were no motorboats left. and if this syndicate jerkoff got away, fury was gonna have his hide.

and thats how clint wound up launching a one-man amphibious assault on an international crime syndicate from a paddleboat.

and also why clint reads his briefings now. 

He could be outside your house.

He could be in your school.

He could be in the disguise as your best friend,

Or the date you had an amazing time at

Or the date you had an absolutely terrible time at,

He could be Mr. right under your nose,

Or trekking in Antarctica,

Huddled in Siberia,

Sunbathing in Hawaii,

Riding horses in Kentucky,

Or he could be living one, two, three kilometers away from you,

He could be in your school or at the place of work,

He could be your best friend or your worst enemy,

He could be right across the bar bracing himself to come up and talk to you,

He could be at the library, reading the same sentence over and over again, thinking about you,

He could be at the coffee shop, the cute Barista or the daily mysterious customer,

He could be anywhere,

Which just makes it all the more worth it once he finds you and never lets you go.

Here’s
To
My soulmate,

This is for you, when and if I find you,
This is for all the waiting, all the crying, all the breaking up,
All the pain,

Here’s to you my love.
You are worth every single tear every single year.

Love,
The girl who always wanted to fall in love.

I just want to talk about these two pictures real quick. In the top one, it’s a bit back in the day when liking boys and girls was not accepted AT ALL and as you can see Magnus is sitting with just women around him. And then look at the recent pic where you see men and women sitting with him. When I was looking at these two pictures it really hit me that this character has lived through these times where not only lgbtq+ people were not accepted at all but racism was at its very worst. You realize how much depth Magnus truly has as he’s lived through such horrific times not just in his own life but time period wise in both the shadow world and mundane world. I don’t really know exactly where I’m going with this but it just made me think a lot more about Magnus Bane’s life and how he became who he is, and I’m very interested to see how they portray that on the show.

scars [peter parker]

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine


warnings: mentions of sex, heavy make out, a bit of sadness in the beginning

request: @pradabiatch655 

word count: 1655


    Today had been one of the worst days of your life.

    It had started out just like any other day, you walked to school beside your boyfriend of two years, Peter Parker. The two of you always walked to school every morning, seeing as you lived in apartments that were close together. It was almost like a tradition for the two of you; meeting at the corner of the two of your building, before walking the fifteen minutes it took to get to school.

    Once the two of you had arrived at school, everything went downhill, fast.

    The moment you stepped into your first period class, your stomach had turned sideways, feeling as though your guts were turning themselves inside out. It felt as though something bad was going to happen as soon as you sat in your desk.

    And something bad was happening, indeed.

    Sitting in the cold, wooden desk aside Peter, you lowered your arm so that you could grab ahold of your bag. Pulling out a pencil, you straightened your back and relaxed into the seat. Raising your eyes, you noticed your teacher standing at the front of the room, a stack of paper in his hands.

    Pop quiz.

    An hour later, there were tears in your eyes, as you knew that you had down awful on the quiz. With the grade that you already had, this quiz would have decided your grade for the next few weeks.

    And that was not the end of the story.

    By the end of the school day, you had taken three tests, been bullied by the most popular girls in school, and tripped into the mud outside the school’s front doors on the way home. Now, you stood in front of Peter’s apartment, tears in your eyes. The cold, salty tears stung your dulled eyes as you knocked on his front door. Peter opened a few moments later, his body wrapped in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. His wide eyes scanned your shivering frame before he was immediately grabbing you by your waist. He pulled you into his chest, strong arms wrapping around your hips. You inhaled his familiar scent as he pulled you closer to his chest, something that seemed almost impossible. The teen in front of you seemed sympathetic, his eyes filled with sadness and his heart filled with hurt.

    If Peter was being honest, when he saw the tears in your eyes, he was filled with a sudden rage. He wanted to find whoever had done this to you and use his newfound powers to show them that they should never hurt you. The teenage, human spider hated that you were in pain, even if it were not physical.

    Peter pulled you out of the rain, his grip never leaving your body. He pulled you into his apartment with strong hands guiding you to his room. He ducked past his Aunt May, trying to avoid her pestering questions, wanting nothing more than to get you warm and happy.

    When he reached his room, he grabbed a pair of his old sweats and a large shirt of his. He handed them to you, not uttering a word before gently pushing on the small of your back. He pushed you towards his bathroom, letting you get changed out of your wet clothes and into his fresh, warm ones. While you changed, Peter moved across his room, turning on his television screen. He let the vibrant screen play quietly in the background of his room for a few moments before he grabbed a movie beside the television. He pushed it into the slot of the screen before moving back to his bedside, moving the blankets and bunching them up in order to make part of a fort.

    When you exited Peter’s bathroom, you were surprised to see what he had done. Your eyes scanned the small room and laid them upon Peter’s figure; he was sorting the blankets and pushing pillows to the side of his bed so that there would be room for the two of you.

    Making a sound from the back of your throat, you alerted Peter of your presence. The teen turned his attention in your direction, his eyes immediately falling upon your frame. His chocolate brown eyes took in your broken stature; scrubby, red eyes, sunken-in frame, and wet, knotted hair.

    “Oh, baby,” Peter spoke sadly, moving the distance to take you back into his arms. He let your forehead fall against his broad chest, new tears soaking his sweatshirt. Peter rubbed small circles into your back, his head laying atop of yours, breathing in your scent. He let you cry for a few more minutes before he pulled you towards his bed. He layed you down in front of him, letting him lay behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him. The position felt natural, as if he were meant to lay beside you.

    For the next hour or so, you and Peter cuddled into each other and watched movies, letting you get more comfortable.

    While you were focused on the movie, you did not see Peter watching you. You did not notice Peter’s eyes as he scanned your face with adoration in his eyes. He watched your eyes as they crinkled when you laughed, and the way that your lips curled at the end when you smiled. His eyes shined and reflected immense happiness when you smiled, grinning happily when you did. His eyes roamed every inch of your face, from the scars and lines. He knew that you did not like the scars and acne marks on your face. You claimed that they were ugly; that they made you look different and not perfect.

    But Peter thought differently.

    He thought the marks made you beautiful. He thought they made you look strong; as if you had survived through hell and much more. Peter thought that scars were not a sign of imperfection; they were a sign of strength and beauty. He loved the scars on your body, even if you did not.

    Lifting his hand, he let the tip of his index finger trail along the scar behind your ear, dropping it to follow the short line to its end. He moved his hand again, towards another one of your scars. It was one caused by acne, a scar that you hated because it was on your face, right underneath your cheekbone.

    When you felt the tip of his finger trail across his face, you turned, watching Peter as he stared at your face. His chocolate brown orbs gazed into your eyes, taking in every feature of your face with complete and utter awe. His lips twisted into a smile as he watched you take in his features as he did to you.

    With one final look, Peter lowered his lips until they were inches away from yours, “You are so gorgeous, love.”

    You shook your head with a blush, before you leaned up to connect your lips to his. Peter responded almost immediately, his lips moving against yours. He tilted his head so that his lips could slot against yours in a smoother fashion. You groaned against his lips, moving your lips faster so that you could keep up with him. Peter moved, his back muscles shifting as he let you fall back against his bed sheets. You sighed happily, complete euphoria and love rushing over your body.

    This was Peter Parker.

    The man you had loved since the day you met him.

    The man you would love for the rest of your life.

    You moved, your back lying flat against the sheets of Peter’s bed. Your hands clutched the sides of Peter’s face, one pulling itself through his hair with a groan. Peter smiled against your lips, his contagious personality rubbing off, causing you to smile as well.

    “God, I love you,” Peter groans. His hips roll into yours for a short moment, eliciting a moan from your mouth. He continues to roll his lips into yours, sighs of happiness and love coming from both your mouths.

    To anyone other person, the scene may have looked like two people wrapped up in lust and euphoria.

    However, that was not what was happening.

    No, this was different.

    This was something bigger; something pure and beautiful. Something that no one could have predicted, a motion that most people would never achieve in their entire lives. This was something that made the stormy days brighter, and the bad days just a little bit happier. It was the sort of thing that made your stomach flutter with excitement and your heart beat just a little bit faster. It made your eyes shine brighter and your steps feel lighter. This thing made you happy, sad, and excited all at the same time; the simple mention of it made you nervous and happy all at once.

    It was love.

    This love was the feeling in your stomach when Peter mumbled how much he loved you; it was the feeling of Peter’s lips against yours. Love was the ache in your gut as Peter’s hips rolled against yours.

    And most of all, it was what you felt for Peter; and similarly, it was what he felt for you.

when you gotta make an arrest but you don’t have your cuffs on you, don’t worry, wifey’s got you covered.

a non-exhaustive list of things that destroyed me in The Summer Palace (SPOILERS!!):

- Damen taking a moment just to look at Laurent before Laurent knows he’s there and feeling silly-nervous about seeing him again UGH

- the revelation that Damen’s ‘IT’S JUST A FLESH WOUND’ bullshit really was just bullshit and that stab wound kind of nearly killed him, like goddamnit Damen you are the worst narrator ever, I stopped worrying about the stab wound because you were just like ‘teehee, Laurent will HAVE to be nice to me while I’m recovering from being Mildly Stabbed :D’

- HOLDING HANDS THEY WERE WALKING AROUND HOLDING HANDS LITERALLY JUST PUNCH ME IN THE FACE

- AND THEY PUT FLOWERS IN EACH OTHER’S HAIR, NOT EVEN IN MY WILDEST DAYDREAMS HAVE I ALLOWED MYSELF TO IMAGINE SO SCHMOOPY A COURTSHIP, THESE TWO ARE THE ACTUAL WORST

- ‘there was delight in seeing Laurent explore himself, a young man who was sweet, teasing, at times unexpectedly earnest. Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.’ can I gift CS Pacat a bouquet of roses/my undying gratitude/the deeds to my house/my firstborn/etc just for this line ALONE, I could actually cry

- Laurent pledging his love and loyalty for Damen to the statue of Damen’s mother, like how fucking Pure and Beautiful is that, and THEN saying they should visit Auguste’s statue/grave at Arles UUGGHHHHHHHHHH

- LAURENT USED TO TALK TO AUGUSTE’S GRAVE AND TELL HIM THINGS OH MY GOD MY POOR BABY COME TO MY ARMS IMMEDIATELY

- was there literally any part of the bath scene that didn’t kill me

- such a complete and utter reversal of the original bath scene in book 1

- Laurent attending Damen, doing everything he’s told, being more gentle than Damen ever thought he could be, tenderly washing the scars on Damen’s back, ‘healing something he hadn’t known needed to be healed’ HONESTLY JUST FUCK ME UP

- ‘You didn’t know how afraid I was of you?’

‘Of me? Or of yourself?’

‘Of what was happening between us.’ SCREAM

- LAURENT THROWING COLD WATER ON DAMEN, WHAT A PRECIOUS LITTLE SHIT, HE’S PLAYFUL AND MISCHIEVOUS AND HE GETS TO BE LIKE THAT WHENEVER HE WANTS NOW

- Laurent is learning wrestling!! from! Nikandros!!!!! I hope that is one of the forthcoming short stories I really do

- ‘‘The truth is you’re very sweet, aren’t you,’ said Damen’ SOBS

- they just walk around naked for a while??? amazing

- I’m not even going into the SWEET SCHMOOPY LOVEMAKING, like don’t even get me started

- DAMEN GOT LAURENT A HORSE, HE REALLY KNOWS HIS BOY

- someone knocking on the door when they are immediately post-coitus and Damen being like oH HERE WE GO because he knows exactly what Laurent is going to do 

- Damen’s retinue FINALLY showing up at the end, like how fucking far behind did he leave them, he and Laurent accomplished quite a bit in the time it took them to catch up

- it was perfect

- and I am dead

For people who are nervous about starting conversations with professors:

I just emailed a guy who is, academically speaking, a huge deal, who doesn’t know me from Adam. Like, my opening line was, “I hope you’ll pardon me for writing to you out of the blue, but…” And then I proceeded to just ask him if he might be willing to tell me some stuff about his recent research, and you know what he did? Replied within two hours with a four-paragraph email full of exclamation points saying how glad he was to hear from me and that I was interested in his work. Now, obviously this doesn’t happen every time, but the worst response I’ve ever received to this kind of communication is an “I’m so busy right now, can I direct you to my colleague Professor So-and-So instead?” Basically, you have nothing to lose. Be polite and professional and reach out. There’s a lot of potential reward and very little actual risk involved.

Taylor’s been the person I’ve been calling the most when I’m freaking out. She’s been like, ‘Todrick, you got this.’ She’s like, 'You’re the most fierce person I know.’ I’ve been strutting in my heels for her on FaceTime.”

The pair turned heads this summer after being snapped in NYC just weeks before news broke that Swift and then-boyfriend Tom Hiddleston had split. At the time, paparazzi identified Hall as the 1989 singer’s “mystery man.” But the two friends took the gaffe in stride.

“We laughed and she was like, 'This is my favorite rumor I’ve ever heard in my entire life that you and I are dating,’” he recalls. “We would be the worst couple because we would fight over shoes.

—  Todrick Hall on his Broadway debut and who he talks to when he’s nervous. (ET Online)