#HATE LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH IVE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE

[tansypawz]

just fully watched the minecraft movie trailer and GOD i hope bad things happen. i hope that, if they dont switch to animation [preferrably hiring the minecraft game trailer animators], they go bankrupt. i hope no one watches the movie. let them know they reached the target audience, and the target audience HATES them. and god. if they so much as try to appeal to the masses with ai let them know we are buring the studio down

[rabbitmotifs]

an hour left of this class pelase kill me pleaspleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

[wfuckshit42]

here's my hot take

[fromreddit]

[kittykat-pikachu]

having to search up feet references bc i cant draw them for the life of me but i am disgusted by feet im gonna kill someone

[yandereforelorn]

me: damn I wonder why I’m having horrible cramps and a migraine and the self hate for my thoughts are ramping up

the bodily routine I’ve had once a month since I was ten, staring at me:

[umbralundertaker]

[slnnohan]

HATE

[succulent-pott]

One post, two post, hate post, new post,

[angelkiller]

fnaf-inspired analogue horror series but instead of dead children its just the ai in the animatronics going crazy hal 9000-style

[heartofwritiing]

home is wherever you are tonight

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

summary: its your birthday, a day you dread every year due to bad memories, and wilbur manages to change your mindset.

authors note: this has been sitting in my drafts since march and i forgot about it oops. this is completely self indulgent. Ive dreaded my birthday for the past five years because of personal reasons… i thought maybe writing a non-shitty fake birthday would make me feel better so, it did lol. enjoy!! :)

warnings: self indulgent, mentions of childhood trama, negative past events, mentions of toxic family, fluff, Wilbur being the cutest-best boyfriend, hurt-comfort, yes the title is a lyric from a lizzy mcalpine song.. unedited!

The day had come. the day you dreaded every year for as long as you could remember. it was your birthday.

Most people would be elated about turning another year older, to celebrate but not you. Instead, it filled you with utter disinterest and resentment. To you, it was just another day on the calendar.

Ever since you could remember you’ve just hated your birthday. Each year just felt like they got worse and worse with the number of times You had been let down. Whether it was by family drama or people just forgetting. It was the same every year. So when you finally moved away from your toxic relatives you pretty much forget about it. Only remembering when you'd get a text from your parents to wish you a happy birthday. At least they remembered now that you were gone...

You were relieved when no one at work had brought it up. you never really talked to your coworkers about your personal life, you weren't that type of person. Still, you were grateful the only attention you got today was from one of your peers Matt, asking about the printer in the office not working right.

When you walked into your flat, what you weren’t expecting was too see your boyfriend standing near the door waiting for you.

“why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” Wilbur asks in a slightly offended tone.

The front door hasn’t even shut yet and he’s caught you completely off guard with his question. Your heart drops in your stomach.

“hello to you too,” you snort, putting your bag down and sliding your jacket off. "And how'd you even know?" Avoiding the question. Cause that will make this better.

he sighs.

“Answer the question please, love,”

You’re toeing off the uncomfortable shoes you were required to wear at your job as you blankly bink back at him.

You can tell by the frowned expression on his face that he wasn’t just gonna let you drop this anytime soon. His arms are crossed over his sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his curls fall around his eyes.

“maybe because it's not a big deal,” you shrugged. Wilbur stops you with a hand on your shoulder before you can escape to your shared room. It wasn't forceful but gentle, his eyes asking you to stay, talk, anything. You just wanted to go to bed and sleep until your shift tomorrow and just forget about this whole day.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks. "I don't particularly like my birthday but still celebrate with friends, family, and loved ones."

There it was.

You wanted to avoid this.

"Look, I don't want to pressure you into talking about this, you can tell me when you're ready. I can tell how uncomfortable you got when I asked you outright why you didn't say anything about it being your birthday, I'm sorry..."

You could tell he was just confused and who could blame him. You had only been dating for about a year and finally moved in together last month. He didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for, which was one of the many things you adored about him. Always so patient and thoughtful about your feelings and well-being.

There was no avoiding it now as he asked the question. Your heart beating in your ears.

“Why don’t you like your birthday, love?”

“well…” you began, but you could feel the lump in your throat forming as you thought carefully how to put it. You clear your throat and take a deep breath. “I just, have a lot of trauma revolving around today,”

Wilbur has moved slowly towards you now, almost like you were a spooked animal and he was trying to calm you. He listened carefully as you spoke slowly.

“my parents fought a lot growing up, and even on my birthday they just didn’t seem to care, even for one day, so i mostly spent my birthdays alone.”

The look in his eyes says it all. He feels so heartbroken for you. You collapsed into his chest and he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you firmly and you felt the weight in your chest fading.

"Well listen, I got you your favorite type of cake, a good bottle of wine, not that cheap shit, the really nice one we liked. we're gonna sit on the couch and eat, and you can tell me all about your day." he pauses only to bring your face out from his chest to look you in your eyes. "and then, we're gonna cuddle and I'm gonna tell you how much I love and appreciate you."

With that, he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and kisses your nose softly. You swear that press of his lips was what made you cave. You began to break down in front of him.

Wilbur's hands seem to be the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. If he wasn't holding you, you were sure you would have fallen to your knees by now. You sob silently as you take his wrists in your hands but don't remove them from your cheeks. The intensity of the long work day and all the recurring memories this day brought you every year, combined with Wilbur's sweet gestures and words made you break.

You felt everything come down on you all at once, yet there Wilbur was, always waiting for you at the end of the day. Always there to comfort you and support you. So these weren’t sad tears no, they were happy tears. Finally, you found someone who cherished you and cared for you enough.

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@trashcanduck @merakiwi @addxms @ax-y10 @highstonedcat

[drglungus]

This stupid idiot doesn’t even know he has a HATE HATE LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH IVE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE on his head🤣🤣🤣🤣

[oosleepyfaeoo]

How could you be so blind? - Final Chapter

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Blind!Reader

Summary: Aemond sees you as the most beautiful woman in the world but you can't see that. (sorry I suck at summaries.)

Warnings: a LOT of fluff

Words: 1k A/n: English is not my first language. Masterlist

Part IV

“Normally, I would trust you when you say you have a surprise for me.” You say while playing softly with the hem of your dress. “But we have been driving almost for two hours and you have yet to tell me where we are going. I’m starting to think you are gonna kill me somewhere.” 

Aemond laugh and puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you where are we going, right?” He hums. “Don’t worry, love. We are almost there.”  

It’s been almost six months since you and Aemond started dating. You both wanted to take things slow and be careful in public, not wanting to get the attention of the paparazzi.  

You told him you didn’t want to be a part of his famous world just yet, finding it suffocating to be under so much pressure from a higher-class society gaze. Aemond agreed quickly, understanding your feelings about his way of life completely.  

The only people knew about you two was Helaena, who couldn’t stop jumping in excitement. She is overjoyed to finally see her brother happy and that you are the source of that happiness. Cregan wasn’t surprised at all, saying that how Aemond followed you like a puppy made it evident that you two would end up together.  

You still can’t believe that you were with Aemond. The sexiest, most powerful man in the world. He is almost desired by all women and men. Every time you go shopping with him, there’s always a giggling mess of a girl asking for an autograph.  

Sometimes you think that you might not be good enough for him since having a blind partner might not be a perfect perk to have. 

But every time Aemond notices your dark thoughts, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. Filling your face with sweet kisses and murmuring how lucky he is to have you, that nothing in the world could make him happy as you did. 

You feel the car come to a stop, Knight letting out a bark while he scratches his large paws against the window. Cleary excited to finally go outside.  

“Hey, buddy! Don’t ruin my car windows!” Aemond huffs, trying not to laugh when Knight gives him a side-eye.  

He walks out of the car, helping you get out before opening the door for Knight to get out. The massive dog starts running around, howling happily.  

A smile forms on your lips as you hear Knight having the time of his life. The smell of pines and fresh earth's scent hovered around you.  

“Wait! Are we in the countryside?” You were vibrating from excitement. You loved the countryside, it was your dream to buy a cute little house and live there peacefully. To grow your own little garden.  

Aemond grabs your hand and leads you into the house. “Hmm yes. I just bought this cottage, knowing you love peaceful places.”  

“Please tell me you just didn’t buy this house cause of me?!” You asked. 

“Hmm maybe....” He laughs.  

You huff and punch his arm gently. “You know I hate when you buy expensive stuff cause of me.”  

He pulls you to him, his hot breath fanning against your face. “You deserve everything I can buy for you, Y/n. I can even buy the moon for you.” He kisses you softly, humming lightly against your soft lips.  

You giggle into the kiss, making him smile. “I doubt you could buy the moon, Aem.”  

He raises his eyebrow and kisses your nose. “Are you challenging me, my love?”  

Your laugh stops when you hear his serious tone, knowing fully well that he might buy the fucking moon for you.  

“Don’t you dare, Aemond Targaryen!” you warn. 

Aemond turns and opens the door, letting you both walk inside the lovely cottage. “Oh my... My full name, that only means trouble.”  

You gave him a silly face and began to walk around, Knight always beside you. Making sure you don’t hurt yourself.  

The smell of fresh wood hovered the air as you explore the place. You carefully touch every piece of furniture in the house, and notice that they have some rustic details with a little bit of modern features.  

Aemond lights the fireplace and begins to prepare dinner while you sit on the sofa by the fireplace. 

“How long we will be here?” you asked as you pet Knight’s head. 

“Only during this weekend.” He says as he grabs two cups of wine and walks to you, letting the food cool down a little. “But... we could stay here forever...”  

You tilted your head in confusion. “Forever?” 

“I-I... What I mean...” Aemond couldn’t stop shuttering, his palms are sweaty from the anxiety of what he will ask you. “What I'm saying is that we could move here together.”  

You two stay silent for a while.  

You were too stunned to speak. Of course, you are excited about his proposal but at the same time, you think it might be a little early to move in together. You are just scared that he might get frustrated living with a blind person. That he will realize you will be a burden to him.  

“You are finishing your studies this year and I'm going to start to working at home so I thought we might...” He looks at you with his eye full of hope. “I know you are having those thoughts and no. I won’t get tired of you if we live together... I-I'm just tired of leaving you every night or day to go to my home. I always feel so empty when I get to my apartment after being with you. I just want to wake up every day with you in my arms. To see your beautiful smile first thing in the morning.” 

You take a deep breath and take his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly. This next step scares you deeply and you still think that it's still early but... he’s right. It kills you every time he goes home after a date, you just want to stay with him forever.  

“I-I want it... I want to live with you.” You murmur. 

“Really?” He cups your jaw, caressing gently your cheek. “Do you really mean it?”  

You nod, and tears start to prickle the corner of your eyes. “Yes! I really mean it!”  

He crashes his lips against yours, pouring all his love into the kiss. A soft moan escaped from you, letting him push his warm tongue into your mouth.  

You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap, your fingers playing with his soft locks.  

He pulls back, both of your lips swollen and red from the passionate kiss. “God... I love you so much.”  

You blush furiously at his words, his deep voice always makes a mess of you. “I love you too... To the moon and back.”  

He smirks as he gives you another deep kiss. “That much huh?... Maybe I really should buy you the moon.”  

You bite his lips gently, making him moan loudly. “I swear to God, Aemond. If you buy the moon, I will go back to my apartment.”  

“Only if I let you, sweet girl.” He pulls you into another kiss, laying down on the sofa with you on top of him.  

“Food?” You asked between kisses.  

He moves his hands down your waist to your thighs, squeezing them gently. “Food can wait.” 

Oh boy... It will be a long night. 

So here's the last chapter!! I hope you guys like it!

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[fortressnebula]

some really stupid sketches of AM because its fun drawing him

AM dressing ted up for the occasion (this one is NOT serious)

"let me tell you how much ive come to hate you since i began to live..."

[aresissad]

(said with a raging boner) i hate phillip graves so fucking much im telling you . i HATE him. in fact. let me tell you how much ive come to hate him since i began to live. there are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. if the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for phillip graves. at this micro instant. FUCK PHILLIP GRAVES. hate. hate.

Real rib tickler right here laughed my socks off (genuine) (no one has ever been more correct about anything)

[numberonehatershrimp]

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

IVE BEEN SENT THIS BEFORE, AND I HATE YOU TOO!!!!!!!!