#GAAAAAWWWWD

[mortal-kingss]

the famed blackwood bear

[theknightfamily]

Y’all I just- I just want one show that has consistently good and logical writing from the beginning to the end. It doesn’t have to end happy or with all my faves alive or whatever. I just ask for a good start, a developed journey and a satisfying ending that makes sense and doesn’t throw away character arcs for the sake of shock value. Is that really so hard to ask for?

[miracul0us-multishipper]

Quick!! Tag ONE person who's writing makes you excited!

@miracul0us-multishipper

[tiffanytoms]

started watching vd and damon and elena are🔥

Yessssss! Those 2 are criminally hot together, oh my gaaaaawwwwd 🥵 The chemistry!

Love the we-shouldn’t-do-this-but-we-can’t-help-it-we’re-in-love vibes for sure!

[zaddywise]

someone tag pennywises-cum-dumpster so I can tell them I’m a big fan of their URL

[kintatsujo]

In the In The Back of My Brain AU, how would Isono react?

ohhhh gooood

ohhhhhhhh gooood

ohhhh gooood

after getting through a similar reaction to the above I think he’d be doing his best to support everyone involved

but ohhhhhh gaaaaawwwwd

[eraberry]

HOLY DINER DASH DAVID DUNN!!

So omg, Split was incredible. Jeeeeeeeeezzzzzz I'm ready for that Unbreakable sequel ANYTIME!! OH MAN.

[littlerani]

Oh my gaaaaawwwwd!!! I HAVE CHILLS AND TEARS!!! Excuse me while I go bawl my eyes out!! This is BEAUTIFUL!!!! Amazing job!!! @iloveyoutoinfinity @ebbyscrooge @sweeneytodddemonbarber @strangestephendoctor @meiwilliamslittlelove @joshuawilliams74

I hope You like it!!! I made this tribute video for You! When I did Your voiceover and mine, I got LITERAL CHILLS DOWN MY SPINE!!! I love You!!! 💖✝️��️‍🌈

I love you, too. Oh, My—*overcome with emotion* thank you so much, Mun! This is beautiful!

[trikymia-en-kraniw]

About Stranger Things~small rant~spoiler alert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~

REALLY DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK. I'VE BEEN LESS TERRIFIED IN A FUCKING HORROR SHOW THAN BECAUSE OF THAT DEMOFUCKER. ALSO, THE SCENE IN THE ,LIKE, LAST MINUTE OF THE LAST EPISODE OF THE FIRST SEASON? HE LITERALLY COUGHED HALF A FUCKING TENTACLE A MONTH LATER? SO IT WAS LIVING INSIDE HIM FOR THAT LONG? AND NOW IT IS DOWN THE DRAIN? AND HE SAW THE UPSIDE DOWN R I G H T A F T E R??? YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME OR SOMETHING? I'M TRYING TO BE DECENT IN UNI BUT THIS FUUUUUCKIIIIIIIN SHOW WON'T GIVE ME ANY REST OH MY GAAAAAWWWWD

UPDATE: 10 MINUTES INTO SEASON 2 AND I'M LIKE FUUUUUCK OOOOOOFFF. WHAT'S GOING ON AGAIN, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING, BOY, JUST MOVE AWAY FROM THAT FUCKERY PLACE!!!!

(COMMENTS ON S02EP1 GOING LIVE FROM NOW ON)

THEY'RE EVEN BULLYING YOU? REALLY? FUCK OFF?

THAT MAX CHICK IS DAAAAAAAMN PERF AND I'M BETTIN SHE IS MADMAX OMAGAH SLAY EM GURL.

I WAS LOWKEY SHIPPING JOYCE WITH HOPPER SO WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

SOMETHING'S OFF WITH NANCY.

OH MY POOR BABY WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN YOUR LITTLE MIND? I STILL DON'T TRUST STATIES THOUGH.

AND I WAS JUST FUCKING RIGHT. OF COURSE SHIT IS GOING ON. YOU MAY BURN ALL THE TENTACLES YOU FIND BUT THERE'S A LITTLE FUCKER NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIEEEEEE.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE MIKE'S DAD. REALLY. HE IS SUCH AN IDIOT, AT LEAST THE MOTHER IS NOT A FUCKING ZOMBIE LIKE HIM.

OH NANCY:( DAMN.

DON'T YOU DARE GIVE UP ON THAT. LEAVE IT ON HER BED. I KNOW SHE'S OUT THERE SOMEWHERE.

OKAY, I'M SCARED AGAIN, DON'T SPLIT.

OH NO. PLEASE NO, NOT HIM.

OKAY HE IS THE BEST BROTHER.

WHY IS THAT PHONE RINGING????

LEAVE THE BALL YOU FUCKER.

NONONONONONONONONONONONO. N O. I'M ALMOST SCREAMING RIGHT HERE. WHAAAAAAT THE HELL WITH THOSE TENTACLES? NEXT TIME IT RAINS I'LL BE A HUGE BABY.

THE HELL'S UP IS THAT ELEVEN?

OH MY, THE CURLS. YAY SHE'S ALIVE OH YAY.

SHould I want to watch another episode at 02:47 on a Thursday night?

[allhailtoqueentaylor]

OH MY GAAAAAWWWWD IM NOT READY...BUT I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER 😭😂

@taylorswift @taylornation

[frogsandfries]

I know this is stupid but

I kept screenshots of my texted break up conversation.

And today, I changed the lock screen on my phone to see if it would help me trace those sprites. It didn't, and I wanted to change my wallpaper back. I ended up finding the Pokemon to scale silhouette poster that I saved to remind me to buy it one day, and changed it to that.

I also found my Crystal Gems wallpaper, so I'm really glad I kept that.

Unfortunately, as I mentioned, I also found the screenshots. And it makes me angry. I mean, my ex says I used them. But I was the one who worked. Driving me to work wasn't a problem until I started pushing them to also work.

I paid their phone bill. For like a year! WHO'S USING WHO!?! I got shafted filing my taxes this year because they made such a stink about working, I had to empty my meager rIRA to make rent.

Like, really pushing, not just being like "how's the job search? Oh that's a bummer, well keep trying, you'll land something." But like, try this, let's try this, okay you don't like this, let's try a different agency. My problem was sometimes, the job was simply too dirty for my asthma. Like this job that I have right now, but I'm driven. I have goals and once I meet those goals, I'm gonna bounce.

I gave them the benefit of the doubt. I doubted, but I didn't want to be cynical or critical. They always had the same fucking excuse "I try to call while you're asleep and you shush me." Which I doubted a lot because their "phone calls" never, ever woke me. What did wake me: The dogs, at two in the afternoon. People coming over. Sometimes the house phone. Then I quit Wal-Mart and I was like, we're never going to get out of your parents' house on one income. I also doubted they were actually looking even more once I too was looking. I should've made more calls, but I also got a lot. A lot of scammy calls, sure.

After our first year, I thought it was safe to express my enthusiasm in starting a family. Eventually--like when we weren't living with their parents because jeezis christ I would rather have lived in a cardboard box as a single parent than put up with that parents of that disaster trying to parent over my shoulder. And as I've mentioned previously, that's when the physical intimacy stopped for me. Which was shitty, in my opinion. They even accused me of sabotaging the condoms. Because they thought that way about me oh my gaaaaawwwwd why did I stay even after that?!!?

I bought food for both of us, and when I mentioned them slouching around the house, they always whined about not doing nothing--they did the housework, the dishes, cleaned the bathroom, negotiated my stay with their parents (they sabotaged my stay there anyway by always trashing me to their parents, which I didn't realize till I quit Wal-Mart). Let me reiterate. For a person who never left the house. (Unless they had to drive me to work, grocery shopping, or to get the fuck out of the house.) I paid their phone bill. I EVEN BOUGHT A PHONE TO BRING THEM TO THE NETWORK I WOULD PAY FOR. For like a year!! What the fuck is wrong with me???

Can I just. They got away with soooooo much shitty behavior in this relationship. I've been questioning the truth of their previous relationship. They always told me their last two partners cheated on them. One was dating a marine and cheating on him and the guy tried to kick my ex's ass. I had no reason to disbelieve, but now I wonder. I wonder if my ex was really as much the victim as they claimed. Not that it matters to me, but I wonder what their next partner will hear about me. But honestly, what are the chances that my path will ever cross theirs or that of any of their future partners.

They may have done the dishes, sometimes, but usually their mother did them because I always did them "wrong". One time (specifically; generally, I cleaned fairly regularly, when the dog hair got to be just a liiiiiiiiittle too much), I cleaned the room. It was filthy. There was sooooo much crap on the floor. I always had to snake the drain in the bathroom. I bought gas. I bought Starbucks. Like all the time. I don't understand how my ex felt used when really, all they did was bitch about me to their parents and play fucking video games. Like, all the fucking time. And. Yet. They. Have. The. Gall. To. Say. They. Felt. Used.

They. Are the one who wanted me back in the house the first time. I should've bought a fucking propane heater the first time and said hasta la fuckin vista, I'll be here and you can deal with it orrr not.

Sure, they bought me a desk. It was on clearance at Wal-Mart. That desk was pretty awesome, just out of scale to me. They bought it to get me out of their hair. And then they always bitched about how cluttered and messy it was.....

I knew I should've gotten out of that relationship ages before.

It's just, I kinda got caught up trying the middle class life.... it was kinda nice to be in a house....But it was not worth the.... passive aggression, the constant toxicity and being shit on for this and that stupid, petty thing. So maybe I did use them. But they used me in a far more malicious way.

Oh and for the record, your scab is not a scar. I get little cuts all the time and they don't turn into scars. I have scars. I have scars from picking scabs as a kid, getting stiches, and even from being careless in woodshop. It used to drive me fucking crazy when my ex would call their babyass, scabbed-over cuts 'scars'. It also used to fucking drive me off the wall when I was trying to brush my teeth and there would be shaved stubble all over the faucet and the counter. I asked nicely one time when I had just had enough, if they could clean up better after shaving and their mother told me, sometimes you just have to put up with quirks ._. um, thanks, because I'm not fucking talking to you and this is a one thing that I'm asking special. It's not like I'm asking and expecting them to actually snake the drain and do the mopping and sweeping and wipe the ceiling. Which are all things their mother asked them to do all the time and they said they would and never did.

So my ex might've sworn up and down their parents would miss them when they moved out, and my dumb ass took them at their word that they would actually move out. Unlike me, where even if the woman who gave birth to me didn't make me twice as fucking crazy as my ex, I'm super independent and I can't wait to get my license and be a million miles from that woman. Plus, have my own, rent-free living situation.

BUT

Let us never forget.

When the truck broke down because some overgrown adult baby quit their job. And they were stuck driving me to work and then driving back home, instead of, y'know, say, their own job somewhere else. And they "didn't have money" to fix their truck.

Then they were trapped in the house in the middle of fucking nowhere. Because their truck was broke down. Because they quit and had to drive me to work and that's why they couldn't get a job.

It was my responsibility to fix their truck.

Let me just say, I'm framing this as, The reason they were making this trip to drop me off, go home, come back, pick me up, go home, five times a week. Was because they quit what was really, an easy money job. Sure, you could skip that step, and frame this whole thing as my fault the truck broke because I don't have my license. They could have sabotaged me as well by refusing to take me to work.

Since this was only a few months into what I already felt was a doomed relationship, I should've just accepted responsibility and said, if I'm already fucking up your life this bad, get your daddy to fix it, byeee. Instead I thought staying was a better way to accept responsibility for something I never actually believed was my fault. And this is the story of how it was me who broke somebody's heart and whatever.

Actually, I mention I have goals right now, and I'm pursuing them. Doggedly. Like that myth about pitbulls having locking jaws--I've locked my jaws on making up for 2017 with 2018. And maybe 2019.

I would love to hear my ex's side of this, once and for all, and not in a knock down, drag out, two drunk white chicks way. I know we all see the best in ourselves and we never want to own that we might be the bad guy in something. I would like to hear their justification for claiming I used them, when I'm the one who felt used all the time. I even felt like I wasn't allowed to shine while I was with my ex, like I had to pull up the reigns and dim my passion, be less productive. That I had to let my ex think they were a better creator than me. They actually scorned the root of who I am, when I whipped up emergency solutions or homebaked solutions when I might not want to pay for a 'proper' solution. It's really dreadful, but I feel like half our relationship was because I wanted to make up for their stupid fucking truck, even though I felt, the title was in their hands, and even if I had my license, we talked about how they still wouldn't let me drive their truck, so even if I had my license, they would've had to drive me to work. So I would say that nullifies any responsibility I had in any of it.

Anyway. Truth is, unless, in the infinitesimal chance that I happen to date one of my ex's exes and find out what this person was told about me, I will never find out what was going on in my ex's head.

I wish after I'd come back from Milwaukee, I had just faced that I wouldn't be able to return while housing was an issue, and just gone for a conversion van. I could've been able to finish the van over the summer and be back to school the following school year...... Why did I sacrifice the things I believed in, the things I was passionate and excited about for someone who didn't believe and wasn't excited.....?

Furthermore, why do I keep those screencaps on my phone.....

I've already come to peace that I dodged a bullet not getting married to that pathetic mess. In fact, I think I only cried until I realized the only thing I was crying about was that I was technically homeless, and in the grasp of my very first abuser. I wasn't really upset over the loss of the relationship. I was upset over the betrayal. I was upset over the loss of the job that slipped through my fingers. I was upset that I wasted my precious time on someone who never wanted the same things I did. Someone who never wanted to support me; just to receive all the support.

I realized we were always out of sync. I thought that wasn't important, but it really really is. I'm really a super chill person. Too chill. I like the term partner because it really encompasses all that I want and need from another person with whom I would share my life: I need an equal, and it doesn't have to be someone who lights a Hollywood style love at first sight fireworks show in my head. That's where the too chill comes in.

I always thought I would be the one who would accept the love that came to me, and I would be the mature one to grow into that like, arranged marriage style love you hear about. Actually, I kind of still do, but more than that, I'm just gonna have a kid and try to raise it to be more social than me....

I don't necessarily need to work the same job, but I do need someone interested in making their own paycheck. I don't need wet kisses, just a good orgasm, for them to not act like it's a chore, because feeling like I'm a chore rather than a pleasure diminishes my pleasure. I don't need someone to do the cooking; we can share. Also, I can cook. Just not under pressure. I need someone who is cool with my choice/decision to be rent-free. I need someone to be cool with my pulling solutions out of what I have. Someone who loves my creative passions, and instead of trashing on me for "never finishing", guides me to have more focus.

But it just seems like such a tall order for someone who never goes Out. I just go to my money job and come home and do my passion job. Which right now, is hard. I don't have a desk or even a shelf and everything is in utter chaos, which is why I wonder if I should make my desk first for the van and I'll just sleep on the floor.

This ramble has gone on waaaay too long.... sorry.

[faceless-dude]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

H2O

OH MYYYYY GAAAAAWWWWD

Been thinking about this for awhile

[soggysaltylettuce-blog]

I've always had a humongous crush on Dove Cameron and I'm watching the movie 'Dumplin' and shes in it and oh my gaaaaawwwwd she's too cute and the dance scenes are so😍😍😍😍

[meanmike1]

Gaaaaawwwwd bless he underground – View on Path.

[ghostgetter]

“oh my gaaaaawwwwd the steelers organization is so classless cus ryan shazier posted an instagram video of a lion feeding for sunday’s game” like…get over yourselves he’s been doing this for months all you are his prey!!! quit eating your ass you ain’t special

[daisysouthmoore]

Oh gaaaaawwwwd... your writing is gonna be the death of me Lisa you beautiful bitch!! I LOVE YOU!!

can you write something based on this? wat-a-tease*tumblr*com/post/176269699246/ii-am-19-and-i-have-this-enormous-crush-on-our

here is a screenshot of the post in question and hell yes i wrote something (i only intended it to be a drabble but it turned out to be some gargantuan filth, oops) - i hope it whets up your appetite a treat.

and while i appreciate every heart and like i get to the very core of my soul, feedback gives me wings. help me fly? x

Warnings: older man/younger woman relationship, loss of virginity, unprotected sex. 

The crisp night air cools your hot skin as you walk with Negan to his car. Just like you’ve always done ever since you were little.

Dinner was almost unbearable tonight - watching him across the table, your mind ran away with itself while you tried hard to stifle the warmth sitting between your thighs. Every week it gets worse, a new idea popping into your head and all you can imagine is Negan acting it out on you over the dinner table. Grooves started to appear in the wood as you clutched at it with your fingernails, desperate for the moment to pass so you could finish eating but the image lingered in front of you, dangling like a puppet on a string.

A family friend for as long as you can remember, he was always around. Dinner every month, holidays abroad with him and whatever lady friend he decided to bring, day trips out to the beach where he’d chase you in the sand - he was another constant in your life that you loved like family.

That childish love soon turned into a crush you couldn’t control. When you turned 19, it magnified to the point you could barely stand to be in the same room as him without wanting him to bend you over and take you as furiously as he could. 

The dinners every month became torturous. You started to notice every detail about him you’d innocently skimmed over in the past and it turned you on so much, you sometimes excused yourself to spend a little too long in the bathroom and returned to the table somewhat redder in the cheeks.

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