you were so idiotic i can't even

lieutenantsarcasmscat  asked:

I saw you reblogged something about a cockroach cam, and it really threw me for a loop because your reaction was a positive one. I'm not exaggerating when I say that everyone I've ever known has always thought of roaches as gross, unsanitary, and creepy. Obviously you think otherwise, so could you please share why you like them? I'm genuinely curious and would love to be educated about them. (Or maybe you were simply calling the DISPLAY cute and I'm an idiot who can't interpret words correctly.)

I think it was mostly @kaijutegu who was calling them and the set up cute, but I don’t disagree that they can be endearing (even though I’m a spider sort of gal, myself). Roaches are just bugs, and pretty cool ones at that. They flourish really well in environments that correlate with low-quality human welfare (dampness, rot, food trash) but that doesn’t mean they’re inherently gross or unsanitary. 

I think that, if you want to know why people genuinely love roaches, we should get @crispbean and @speciesofleastconcern to weigh in!

anonymous asked:

I feel like throwing out an angsty as fuck camp camp end game scenario and sorry you're the one I'm gonna force it upon: Basically David dies, in some awful, gut wrenching and heartbreaking way, and maybe it was even Max's fault indirectly. Max is shouting that the idiot can't die and David's tearful last words are some soppy shit along the lines of 'it's not your fault' and 'I'm just so glad I got to spend time with you amazing kids i love you' he falls still and Max fucking looses it.(1 of 3)

Max screaming between sobs: ‘no no NO NO! WHAT HAPPENED TO “SOMEBODY FUCKING HAS TO” DAVID??? YOU CANT JUST- you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT?? Im gonna be even MORE of an insufferable happy idiot thAN YOU EVER WERE. I c-cant promise I’ll be able to do it right away being that angry little bastard you had to deal with…b-but I’m gonna try okay? I’m gonna try for you asshole! a-and then youll regret fucking dying on us, REGRET THAT YOULL NEVER GET TO SEE HOW YOU CHANGED ME?? FUCKING IDIOT!’ (2 of 3)

Eventually Gwen has to pull a screaming Max away from David, but Max swears through tears that he’ll keep his promise…Years pass, and eventually, Max becomes the newest Camp Campbell Counsellor. He’s considerate and a little lax, but there’s a certain enthusiasm to him reminiscent of someone long passed. Max never forgot that idiot camp counsellor from his childhood who wanted nothing more than to make camp fun and he forever keeps the memories of that man near and dear to his heart. (3 of 3)

Okay, I know I said I like angst…but gosh, you guys are getting really dark.

But in all honesty, I have nothing to add to this. You’ve got some amazing angst here, Anon, and I’m all about Max eventually having a breakdown because he indirectly got David hurt.

anonymous asked:

your latest ask has me shook, I can't stop thinking about how frustrated Bakugo would be if his crush CONSTANTLY got his name wrong, and it turns out they know his name, they just wanted him to pay attention to them

So I paid myself some money and here it is. Inspired by you and this anonymous lovely! Get ready to be shooketh some more!

Word Count: 429


“It’s Bakugou…” The spikey blonde growled under his breath for the umpteenth time that day.

“Right! Right… Ba-ku-gou…” you repeated, slowly, for the umpteenth time that day.

Everyone in your class wanted to know what kind of spell you had placed on Bakugou. The usually short-fused teenager was surprisingly patient when it came to your mistakes when calling out to him. Well, as patient and docile as the fireball could be. There had been many desks lost to Bakugou’s explosive fists, but never once had he pinned you against the wall or lifted his hand against you. This behavior, you said to everyone, was probably because you did manage to beat him once in an arm wrestling contest your first day in class. Sure, you had won with the element of surprise—no one had expected you to be able to bulk up your muscles that severely. But ever since that day, Batsuki here had come to really respect you and your quirk.

“Anyways as I was saying… Batsuki, could I borrow your calculator later tonight? I kind of got frustrated yesterday night and… well… thbbt” You slammed your fist against your hand and blew a raspberry to try to get a point across as you walked with him back to your dorms.

“It’s Bakugou!” He growled one more time, his hands turning into fists.

“It’s just so hard to remember! You have two really weird names,” they weren’t really weird at all. “What’s your first name anyways?”

“It’s fucking Katsuki!” The boy turned on his heels to face you. “That’s bullshit—they’re not hard at all! Kat-su-ki Ba-ku-gou! They’re fucking easy as shit!”  His hands flew up to ruffle his hair up in frustration, leaving you standing in silence. You hadn’t seen him that frustrated in a very long time.

“… I’m sorry. I see this isn’t funny anymore,” you finally said as you scratched the back of your neck, giving him a nervous smile. “I know it’s Katsuki Bakugo, I just, well, how do I put this… you just actually talked to me when I called you the wrong names. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even realize I existed,” you looked down, biting your lip as you felt your face grow hot.

The silence afterwards made you want to dig a hole and die in it.

“… Whatever. Call me whatever you fucking want.” You looked up just as he turned around again and walked in front of you. His voice sounded softer, and… were his ears red?

“So… is Kacchan game?”

“Anything but fucking that, you fucking idiot!”

More Wit

Remus: Oh Merlin…

Sirius: I heard it the other day and thought of you. You ready?

Remus: Go on then… 

Sirius clears his throat, turning his wand around and using it as a prop microphone, Remus rolls his eyes

Sirius: Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat

Remus: Come here, you tool

Zodiac Magic School Bus Characters
  • Pisces: Phoebe, ah, people were so compassionate "at your old school."
  • Aries: Wanda, you enthusiastic crazy person. WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO, WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO, WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO?
  • Taurus: Tim! GOD YOU'RE GREAT. YOU'RE SO GREAT.
  • Gemini: Carlos, you giant lovable idiot. Jokes and puns.
  • Cancer: Keesha, you beautiful sarcastic soul. Oh bad, oh bad, oh bad bad bad.
  • Leo: Ms. Frizzle YOU LUCKY SAINT BOW DOWN. WAHOO.
  • Virgo: Arnold. You knew you should've stayed home today.
  • Libra: The Bus. Get it? Changeable?
  • Scorpio: Janet. Very, uh, stubborn and determined.
  • Sagittarius: Ralphie. I can't even explain this. Is it just you, or...?
  • Capricorn: Dorothy Ann, according to your research.
  • Aquarius: Liz! You're a genius lizard. We all love you.

plupluru  asked:

Hi! I'm sorry if this sounds weird or anything but you were at Hyper Japan last July and I was crying like the idiot guy I am in front of your stand, and you (or your friend, I don't know ;; ) were waving your hands 'cause I was choking in my tears and uh, I wanted to thank you for being so nice? also I love the pins I got from your store ;__;

oh no friend!!! how come u were crying?? i don’t remember that so it might’ve been my friend but also i was hot nd tired that weekend so honestly??? i might have forgotten? like i couldn’t tell u either way, tho if it helps i have blonde hair ahah

please be kind to urself tho! i’m sorry u were crying, i hope it wasn’t serious nd u still managed to have a good weekend! :0

Coriolanus + Meeting Tom (Round 2)

Hi guys !

First I wanted to thank you for all the kind wishes and messages you left on my last post, you’re wonderful, thank you very, very much again !

Then, I thought I could tell you about my last evening, hope you’re alright with that ? (As usual I’m really sorry about all the mistakes I’m about to make guys… Really sorry… I’m French x))

Coriolanus :

(So just to remind you : I bought a standing ticket for Coriolanus yesterday’s morning.)

I arrived at the theatre around 7p.m and they were letting people in so I showed my ticket and took place upstairs, behind the the 2nd row :

The theatre is pretty small, and even if I hadn’t the best view ever, it’s was good enough for me, because you know I was so happy to be there ! One day ago I was worried about how to get a ticket, (thanks again to all of you who helped me about this btw) and the day after I luckily got one ! Anyway as I told you in my previous post, I tried to ‘prepare’ for the play by reading it. Sadly I didn’t read all of it before I saw it, but the few I read did help me to understand better what they were saying. Yes, I’m French, and honestly I didn’t understand everything they said, but I did understand the play anyway and it didn’t prevent me from enjoying it. 

So then the play began… and what can I say ? I can’t possibly summarise it, because to me you have to see it, to live it with the actors, it’s the main aim of a play, isn’t it ? At this point I have to say that I feel so sorry for all of you who are not/will not be able to see it. I truly am. There are plenty of you who deserve to see it, and I feel bad about that…

But what I can tell you about it, is that even if (let’s face it) I mostly went to see it because of Tom, it wasn’t all about him, I mean he sure does a really breath taking performance, but they all do. And it reminded me why I love going to theatre. The last play I saw (around 2 or 3 years ago) was an adaption of La Cantatrice Chauve by Eugène Ionesco performing in Paris. I loved it. As I loved Coriolanus. Because to me it allows you live it with the actors.

About Tom, well what can I say ? I’m not an expert you know… but I’m just in awe. He was wonderful as usual, but it so much better to see him performing live, just in front of you. He’s breath taking, wonderful, touching, vibrant, amazing… just perfect. And I have to say I don’t understand how so many people only reduce him to Loki. I mean, don’t get me wrong, this character is a gift for him, he’s so complex, interesting and human in so many ways, and I know, we all do, that Tom himself has always said he loved playing him. But there are so many other things he’s done a part from Loki which are as good as what he did for that character. Unrelated. Midnight in Paris. War Horse. The Deep Blue Sea. The Hollow Crown. (I’m still fucking waiting for Only Lovers Left Alive which, I know it, is going to be mind blowing) And I’m sure the adaptions he has performed in theatre before Coriolanus, like The Changelling, Cymbeline, Othello, Ivanov or The Kingdom of Earth were as good as everything else even if I couldn’t see them. And Coriolanus is one of them too. You can tell by seeing him (and all the others too) he put all his soul in it (as usual). And it’s even more exciting and moving when you know how much he loves doing Shakespeare.

Also, I don’t know for the others, but what blew my mind during the play, is the acting job itself. I mean, it’s really when you see them performing live, in front of you, that you start to understand how difficult it is to do this job. Of course it’s not the most difficult job ever, but I have to say, I wonder how they do it, how they manage to remember all their text (even if Tom’s explained it), and how do they manage to give their emotions to characters ? That really blows my mind, and fascinates me because I know I probably couldn’t do that.

But anyway, I’m not going to say much more about  the play itself because I can’t possibly say it all… it’s really well done, original and very rich… and also because it’s like 2h30 long x)

I just wish I could see it again, but from a better place, sitting just in front of them…  I think I’ll probably try to get a other ticket.

Meeting Tom (Round 2)

Round 1

So after the play (and the standing ovation ;)) I went out to queue with the others to see if I could talk to Tom… I wasn’t sure I would be able to because I heard that few days ago he didn’t show up. But I decided to try anyway, it was 10.22 p.m and I decided to wait an 1 hour, and if he didn’t show up by that time I would go back to the Youth Hostel I’m staying. After some minutes, his bodyguard came to us and made us stand back and put on the very left of the pavement, so I thought it was a good start. There were like 20 people before me, and around 80 (or more) behind me.

He did show up around 10.55 p.m. So there he was again only few meters away from me, in his black jacket, black cardigan with a black shirt. I could see him and was already shavering x) I still don’t understand how people manage to talk to him like he is some kind of friend, I would love to do that too, but everytime I just…. can’t x) (the fact that I’m a really shy person probably doesn’t help). His bodyguard previously told us 'no photographs, only autographs’ so I prepared my book (the one he had already signed) while I could see him taking a little time wich each person to talk and sign their programme.

My turn came. I can’t possibly explain how I felt x) It was like I wanted to talk to him, have a little chat about the play, saying how much I loved it (you know at this moment, you try to prepare sentences in your head), and at the same time, I was afraid to talk to him because I already knew I would make a fool of myself… So I couldn’t even move forward because you know… it’s like Thomas William Perfect Hiddleston waiting for me to say something or give him something to sign. He looked at me and say 'Hey’, I replied a shy 'Hi’. I showed him my book, and his previous autograph, he said 'We’ve already done it’, and then I turned over the page saying 'Could you write your favourite line…’ - actually I wanted him to write his favourite line ever, from everything he has done but it didn’t come out- so he instantly said 'from this play ?’ and I said 'Yes’.

You deserve to have a temple built you

While he was writing it, I said a little 'The play was amazing’, he answered 'Thank you’, then I added 'You were all great’ (I think he didn’t hear that last part). Then he gave me my book back saying to the others, behind me, that he was really sorry but he had to go. Even tough, the girl behind me manage to talk to him a bit, and then he said that sadly he was sorry but he had to go. We all said goodbye and he went back inside.

I felt so lucky I was the last one he signed something for ! I still can’t realise I did meet him yesterday… it’s so strange and unbelievable… everything went so quickly…

This time he wasn’t wearing sunglasses, but I barely looked at him in the eyes… I know I’m a total fuckin’ idiot, but I couldn’t, I feel bad because it’s not polite, and because I wanted to, but once again I was really starstruck meeting him and it all went so quickly… I deeply regret it.

But you know : one does not simply look at Thomas William Perfect Hiddleston in the eyes… x)

Edit (28/04/14): I was thinking about the eye contact yesterday’s night, and actually I noticed I don’t look at people in the eyes in general when I’ m talking in English, so I suppose it wasn’t just the fact I was starstruck meeting him. Because you know, since I’m not fluent in English and it’s not my native language I need to think about what I’m saying, to focus on words to make an intelligible sentence and I can’t look at people in the eyes because their eyes or their expressions on their faces distract me. When I’m speaking in French, I don’t have this problem because obviously words and sentences come naturally. (I know nobody’s gonna read that edit but I just wanted to add it anyway)

Amaranthine (5/6)

Summary: Modern soulmates CS AU.  In which soulmates are rare, and those that have them stop aging at adulthood.  Rarer still – and dangerously conspicuous – are those that have special abilities.  Immortality and powers alike fade when soulmates come in close proximity with their other half.   In which Emma’s touch heals, and Killian’s kills.

Rated: M

Warnings: Language, violence, blood

Words: ~6200

Part: One, Two, Three, Four

Notes:  I want to say again how much your comments mean to me.  Every message has me desperately hugging a pillow.  Just one more part after this!  As ever, my love and devotion to @seastarved for her help with early drafts and for that edit up there.  And to @is-that-what-it-is and @high-seas-swan​ for reading through the final draft.

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Weeks pass, and the landscape settles into a particularly harsh, though beautiful, winter.  Ice storm after ice storm coats the bare branches and the pine needles in crystal.  It traps the lot of them at home more often than Emma would like. Not that she’s keen on going back to the city anyways.  And neither is Killian, the both of them content to test their fate-bound relationship where no one can see.  

The peace that’s settled is surreal, though it’s punctuated by odd little events.  For instance, every Friday evening, Killian – plied with rum and caramel candies and Emma’s fingers pressing gentle promises into the base of his spine – tests his power on David.  She makes light of it best she can, but a shadow still passes over his eyes when, inevitably it seems, David throws himself dramatically on the couch after the test fails.  

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Basically I just want an anime where Homura annoys everyone, Sayaka bullies her and Kyubey is Homura's not-even-really-a-minion.
  • Homura: It's that time of the day again!
  • Kyubey: You're going to lock yourself in your room again and cry?
  • Homura: I-I don't do that!
  • Kyubey: .....
  • Homura: I don't do it THAT often!
  • Kyubey: ......
  • Homura: NO KYUBEY IT IS NOT "LOCK MYSELF IN MY ROOM AND CRY" O'CLOCK.
  • Kyubey: True. Usually that comes later on in the evening, huh?
  • Homura: I don't even know why I bother talking to you sometimes.
  • Homura: OBVIOUSLY it's time for me to do evil things as a demon!
  • Kyubey: And what are you going to do?
  • Homura: Why, the most evilest thing in the world of course!
  • Kyubey: Reblog unsourced art?
  • Homura: .....No.
  • Homura: No Kyubey, just no.
  • Homura: I'm going to cockblock magical lesbians!
  • Kyubey: You monster!
  • Homura: I'm not a monster, I'm a demon! Homumumumumumu!
  • Kyubey: Is....Is that supposed to be your evil laugh?
  • Homura: Yeah, why?
  • Kyubey: ....No reason.
  • Kyubey: You know what you should do though? You should totally do that in front of Madoka Kaname. That would really... uh, impress her.
  • Homura: Wow, you really think so? Awesome!
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  • Sayaka: So, here we are.
  • Kyouko: Yup.
  • Sayaka: The two of us.
  • Kyouko: Yup.
  • Sayaka: Alone.
  • Kyouko: ((Crunch munch munch))
  • Sayaka: Hey, do you want to-.... are you eating? Seriously?
  • Kyouko: Yeah, want some?
  • Sayaka: I'M TRYING TO SET THE MOOD HERE!
  • Kyouko: I don't think you need a mood to eat a bag of chips.
  • Sayaka: THIS ISN'T ABOUT CHIPS!
  • Kyouko: ....Oh.
  • Kyouko: Oh I get it.
  • Kyouko: These are low fat so you don't have to worry about gaining anymore wei-
  • Sayaka: THAT'S NOT IT EITHER!
  • Sayaka: Wait, what the hell do you mean by gaining any MORE?
  • Kyouko: ......
  • Kyouko: Uh......
  • Kyouko: Anymore...beautiful?
  • Sayaka: .......Kyouko I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to do with you sometimes.
  • Kyouko: I have something in mind you can do to me right now, if you know what I mean~
  • Sayaka: Oh really? Maybe I don't know what you mean. I think you're going to have to show me~
  • Kyouko: ((Leans in to kiss Sayaka))
  • Homura: HELLO THERE, FELLOW CLASSMATES!
  • Kyouko: ((Headbutts Sayaka instead))
  • Kyouko: OH CRAP I'M SO SORRY!
  • Sayaka: HOMURA WHAT THE HELL?!
  • Homura: Hmmm? Is something wrong?
  • Sayaka: Hell yeah something's wrong! You interrupted us in the middle of...uh....
  • Homura: Of what~?
  • Sayaka: ....Nothing.
  • Homura: Nothing huh? Is that so~? To me it looked like you two were about to kiss~
  • Kyouko: If you thought that was going to happen then why the hell would you even-
  • Sayaka: P-Pfft, of course not! There's no way I would ever kiss Kyouko!
  • Kyouko: Eh?
  • Sayaka: Wait, shit.
  • Kyouko: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SAYAKA! YOU IDIOT!
  • Kyouko: ((Runs away crying))
  • Sayaka: Kyouko! KYOUKO!
  • Homura: Too late~
  • Sayaka: God I hate you. GOOOODDDDDDD I hate you so much right now Homura Akemi.
  • Homura: Oh really? What are you going to do about it huh?
  • Sayaka: I'm going to kick your ass!
  • Homura: Poor, stupid little Sayaka, you could never be honest with your feelings could you? Isn't that why you lost Kyousuke to Hitomi? Man, wouldn't it be HILARIOUS if Hitomi got Kyouko too?
  • Homura: Wait, what are you doing?
  • Homura: NO STOP
  • Homura: ARGH! AHH!
  • Homura: NO PLEASE I'M SORRY!
  • Homura: THOSE NEED TO STAY INSIDE MY BODY!
  • Homura: WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!
  • Homura: HELP, SOMEONE HELP!
  • Homura: NOOOOOOOOOO!
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  • Madoka: La la la~♪ Walking through the streets at night~♪ Innocent defenseless schoolgirl~♪ Hope nothing bad happens to OH DEAR SWEET BABY TATSUYA WHAT THE HELL
  • Homura: Hm? Oh, wassup Madoka?
  • Madoka: DON'T YOU "WASSUP" ME
  • Madoka: YOU'RE BEING HUNG BY YOUR INTESTINES OFF A STREET LAMP, WHAT HAPPENED?!
  • Homura: .....Nothing happened.
  • Homura: I just...Uh...
  • Homura: I'm just hanging around.
  • Madoka: Suddenly I want to throw something at you.
  • Homura: I'm sorry.
  • Madoka: Do...Should I like, call an ambulance or something?
  • Homura: For this? Pfft, this is nothing to me!
  • Madoka: You have literally been disemboweled and you have been lynched with your intestines. How is this nothing?!
  • Homura: Because I'm so awesome and cool, obviously! Homumumumumu!
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  • Kyubey: Is it half past lock-yourself-in-your-room-and-cry o'clock yet? You've been bawling for hours now.
  • Homura: SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP KYUBEY! MADOKA LAUGHED AT MEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Kyubey: ....Is it at least like, quarter past-
  • Homura: IT'S NOT EVEN FIVE PAST ME CRYING IN MY ROOM KYUBEY

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers recreate a pose from Swing Time (1936), in the 1980’s.

They never noticed.

Aomine never noticed how whenever Kagami was around, he smiled more, his face morphing into a genuinely happy expression, albeit riddled with sarcasm at least 95% of the time.

Kagami never noticed how whenever Aomine was around, he would always cook something that the blue head had previously mentioned liking or wanting to eat.

Aomine never noticed how every time he met up with Kagami for something other than basketball, he always put some thought into his outfit, a feat Satsuki couldn’t believe even though she saw it once with her own eyes.

Kagami never noticed how his eyes always followed Aomine when they were at GoM gatherings, how he subconsciously wanted the blunette and craved his company.

Aomine never noticed how he always leaned into Kagami in the winter, stealing his warmth and inhaling that musky scent that was unique to the red head alone.

Kagami never noticed how his heart clenched with jealousy every time he saw Satsuki and Aomine playfully arguing with each other.

Aomine never noticed how he always took control of their routes to any destination, making sure to avoid streets with dogs on them.

Kagami never noticed how vulnerable Aomine was around him, how much he exposed himself to the red head and put himself out there, trusting him explicitly.

Aomine never noticed that all the emotions he felt around Kagami- burning jealousy of his comradeship with kuroko, adoration for the way he looked in an apron, respect for the way he played ball, concern for whenever he hurt himself- all of it summed up to love, an unyielding, undying, insatiable love for the red head that had captured his heart, something he didn’t even know he possessed.

Kagami never noticed how his growing feelings for the blunette were actually mutual, that he didn’t need to pine over something that was already his.

They were basketball idiots, emotionally crippled to the point where they really needed help.

They never noticed, but then they did.

one direction // preference // a step too far
  • harry: the fight wasn't even over anything reasonable, but the stress of his work and the stress that his work brought onto you, had put an obvious tension between the two of you. he'd gotten home from a promotional meeting and during that time, rumors of him and another girl were flying around. you were beyond pissed off, even though usually you'd ignore the rumors, but something inside of you snapped. it didn't take long for the two of you to be screaming at each other, not really resolving anything until harry backed you into a corner, 'for the hundreth fucking time, don't fucking believe any of the shit those magazines come out with!' he said with an anger you'd never seen in him before. it had terrified you, and it was so obvious on your features. instantly harry fell silent, shaking his head as he hung his head, 'i'm so sorry.' he whispered before meeting with your eyes again and pulling you into a hug, 'that was so wrong of me to do. i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to scare you like that.'
  • zayn: he'd been grumpy and moody ever since the tour ending, and a huge part of you had just been blaming yourself for it. clearly he wasn't happy to be home with you. and it sucked. he hardly talked, and when he did it was short and snappy, usually with a bit of a growl. there'd even been a couple of times when you thought about just packing your bags and leaving him. so you did, you gathered your stuff into a suitcase and handbag before making your way downstairs and to the front door. zayn moved from the living room at the noise, eyes taking in the scene before he shook his head, 'what the fuck? you're leaving me? are you joking?' he snapped and finally you fought back. 'don't fucking start on me zayn! clearly you don't fucking want me here!' you yelled, tears spilling onto your cheeks. zayn pressed his lips together, balling his hands into fists as he stepped forwards and completely lost it, 'how dare you accuse me of not wanting you here! how fucking dare you!' you shrunk back as he yelled, cowering and shielding yourself from him, which immediately made him step back and rub his jaw, 'oh my god, shit.. shit i'm so sorry.'
  • louis: after he'd gone out with the boys and gotten rather drunk, even though it was supposed to be an night in for you two, you couldn't help but get angry. you'd gotten everything set up, a movie, made something for dinner, and bought him a little 14 months anniversary present, only for him not to turn up. he stumbled through the door smelling of alcohol, at around midnight, and you had fallen asleep on the couch. the sound of him making an absolute mess of the kitchen woke you up however, and you made your way towards the source of the noise. you crossed your arms over your chest as he caught sight of you, suddenly seeming to remember what he'd missed. 'shit babe i'm so sorry.' he said, although he had a grin on his face. you shook your head, promising yourself you wouldn't cry as you spoke, 'how could you?! we had planned this for weeks lou. fucking weeks. i was looking forwards to it and then you just don't fucking show up? you have every other night to spend with your friends, why couldn't you just spend it with me!' you were growing desperate, the words coming out loudly. louis shook his head, yelling right back, 'well fucking sorry!' he yelled before throwing his glass of water into the sink which made you jump. he paused as he realised he was the one in the wrong, turning to you with a soft sigh, 'god i'm such an idiot. fuck. babe, i'm so sorry.'
  • niall: it was the stupidest argument, the two of you debating about whether distance could work in a relationship, when it got a little more personal. you'd definitely been feeling as though there was a huge gap between you two - and it wasn't the distance between countries. as niall mumbled that distance doesn't effect anything, you furrowed your brow and raised your voice, 'are you fucking kidding?! you think that the distance between us whenever you go on tour hasn't hurt this relationship? do you fucking think that we're fine at the moment?' niall laughed bitterly before shaking his head, 'don't start fucking blaming me for this! don't you dare fucking start bashing my career because it's a little bit hard on you! toughen up for fucks sakes!' he yelled, hands on your upper arms as he shook you out of anger. you were absolutely terrified, never having seen niall like this seriously. sure you'd seen him get pissed off at other things, but he'd never gotten in your face like that. and instantly he regretted it, stepping back as he shook his head, 'oh my god.. i'm sorry.'
  • liam: you were sitting in the living room when he said a bit of a subtle comment, mentioning how you'd gotten a little too drunk on the weekend. immediately you snapped, sick of him holding this little grudge against you just because you'd gotten a little more drunk than planned. you turned around to him, furrowing your brow as you yelled, 'can you fucking drop it? how many times have you walked in this house, so fucked that you can't even see, so i have to take you to the bedroom and get you dressed!?' there was a moment of silence before liam laughed dryly and stood, making his way over to you. he pushed your shoulders back so you fell back against the sofa, before he poked his finger to your chest, 'how about you don't fucking talk to me like that. you were the idiot that i had to look after. you were so fucking embarrassing!' he yelled before he stopped and stepped back, covering his mouth in disgust at what he had done. you bit back tears as he sat on the coffee table, head in his hands as he apologised over and over again.
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Pansexuality
  • me: I'm pansexual
  • idiot: so, what, you're attracted to pans
  • me: yes, I am attracted to pans, I'm so glad you understand and didn't make this awkward at all, you seem so open minded. You know, the other day I was out shopping and there were so many pans, one of them was stunning I couldn't stop staring my mom thought I was insane but really, you should have seen it. I had to take a picture and I sent it to my friend, here look at this pan, how amazing is it, I can't even explain how in love I am, look at that handle wow so great. I don't understand how people are attracted to people, that's so weird, like what do you so when you are together

anonymous asked:

@Eric, the fact that when you were asked why you like Kyle, you just said, "A lot," and were unwilling to specify why, makes me take Kyle's side on this. If you really like him, you should be able to say why. You've already outed yourself, so why be hesitant to indulge us with information now? Unless the reason why you can't say why you like Kyle is because you actually don't, and Kyle is actually right that you're lying and making the whole thing up.

Believe whatever you wanna fucking believe, I just don’t feel like humiliating myself even more by pouring my heart out like a god damn idiot
- Eric

Potions

So vwyn19 made this gorgeous banner to go with these drabbles and I AM BESIDE MYSELF LOOK AT HOW CUTE THIS IS AND LOOK AT THOSE TWO GOLDEN BALLS! HUGE THANKS TO WAEN FOR THIS! 

Gintoki filed into the dank classroom right behind Hijikata – well, okay, he was kind of also stepping on the back of Hijikata’s shoes to make his heels come out. He was getting irritated growls and he laughed when Hijikata stopped short so that they ran into each other. It came as no surprise when an elbow found its way into Gintoki’s gut, but he still had to bite his tongue to keep a curse at bay. He also might have given Hijikata’s hair a yank, to which he received a stinging hex on his thigh and he really did curse at that one. 

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