No Excuse To Cheat

the op who posted this tweet screenshot blocked me so my screenshot now. anyway as someone who experienced economic abuse I wanna co-sign this. you Will reblog

Holy fuck, dude! Mind you....

wear a different perfume when you commit murder fuckin amateurs 

Men, women take note. Cheating is NOT and never will be a mistake. Cheating is a choice. So own up to it.

Reblog.

Don't. Don't do that. Don't delete your stuff. Why should you? Tbh I think most forget when they have so many followers that the main reason they write is cause they can. Cause they want to. Ya know there are other websites you can post ur stories on to. I do it. I don't just use tumblr. Now, I haven't posted in quite a while but that's cause I've got stories elsewhere that hit off well and people on here are fucking hard to please. X

I have a question

I’ve been thinking about something since last night, but I need y’all’s input before I make a rash decision.

It’s no secret that I’ve been struggling to try to get my fics finished. I’m too hard on myself about it and it stresses me out because I feel like I’m not only letting you all down, but I’m letting myself down as well…but I keep trying.

Last night, someone I’ve followed for a long time finally posted the 1st part to a new series they’ve started. I look up to this person/blog because they have long periods of time between fics like I do, but they still have thousands of followers. (I don’t even have 75, total.)

However, after I read it, I literally said to myself, out loud, “Why are you still trying to write? You will never be half as good as 90% of the people you follow, but this person? HAH! You’re a joke, Danni and you don’t even deserve to breathe the same air!”and it took every molecule of my willpower to stop myself from deleting my Masterlist.

I know that the trick to writing is to write for yourself first….

But I’d also like to know if any of you even want to read my stuff anymore.

I’ll reblog this a few times, so that way people have a chance to actually see it, but I’d appreciate it if you guys would either reblog or message me with your opinions. Thanks for your time.

Wow, wait, is this real cause this needs to happen for everyone (mostly women and young girl's)

This is glorious and even thought it doesn’t fit in the range of all the paranormal, I MUST share

It works like this: You tell Kitestring that you’re in a dangerous place or situation, and give it a time frame of when to check in on you. If you don’t reply back when it checks your status, it’ll alert your emergency contacts with a custom message you set up.

It doesn’t require you to touch anything (like bSafe) or shake your phone (like Nirbhaya) to send the distress signal. Kitestring is smarter, because it doesn’t need an action to alert people, it needs inaction.

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This is my fight song

Summary: Castiel breaks up with you to protect you but he can't quite seem to stay away from you. He sees you again months later only, he doesn't like what he sees... Chapter 1: Heartbroken "You can't do this. Not to me," you pleaded weakly, lips trembling. It was a fight just to hold back the tears in your red, watery eyes as he stood before you cold and unmoving. "I'm doing what needs to be done. This whole relationship should never have begun in the first place. I'm an Angel, your human, it can never work. You should move on because I don't need you." You could feel yourself breaking a little more with those words. He didn't need you? No, he was lying. He had to be. He loved you. If you could just get him to open up and tell you what was wrong then maybe..."Cas-" "Castiel," he interrupted, sounding almost resentful. His usually soft blue eyes were now blank and devoid of any feeling. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?" You whispered. You no longer bothered to hold back the tears. You wanted him to see how much he was hurting you. "Goodbye," he said before turning and vanishing without another word. You stared at the spot where he once stood and fell to the floor, sobbing loudly when you realized he truly wasn't coming back. Dean was the one who found you. He crouched down and wrapped his arms around you in comfort. "Hey, what's wrong?" You sniffed tearfully and looked up into a pair of concerned green eyes. "Cas...broke up...with me," you grabbed his shoulders and buried your face into him. "He left me, Dean. He left me." Dean had to swallow back his anger towards the Angel. You weren’t the kind to willingly break down so easily in front of another but you needed him now and that took priority over everything else. Slipping an arm underneath you, he picked you up with ease and carried you back to your room, ignoring the questioning look on Sam’s face as you both passed him. He set you down and layer next to you until you finally cried yourself to sleep. His hands clenched. That Angel had a lot to answer for. You left the bunker not long after that against the wishes of the Winchesters. There was just no point in staying there. Your relationship was over and it was just too painful to stick around especially when you knew he would still pop in now and again to help the Winchesters. You couldn't deal with the pain of seeing him, the constant reminders that you weren't together anymore and the awkwardness of being in the same room in a sort of tired silence after he so cruelly broke your heart was unbearable. Neither brother wanted to see you go but it was better for everyone in the long run. You needed to purge yourself of your feelings for Castiel and you knew if you stayed it would only be a matter of time before certain questions haunting you would accidentally be released. Questions you knew you didn't want the answers to. Did he still think about you the way you did with him? Did he ask after you? Did he wonder where you were and what you were doing? Had he moved on? Did he ever actually love you or was it all pretend? Getting over him was so hard. You tried everything you could to get him out of your head and your heart but so far, it was having little affect. You tried going out and picking strangers up but that was only a temporary fix. You always felt worse afterwards and the wounds on your heart never seemed to heal. You tried forgetting him completely but that didn't last long. No matter what you did, you just couldn't forget. During the day, you still hunted but you were a silent shadow of yourself. At night you would cry yourself to sleep and wake up to nightmares. Over the next few weeks, your mood dampened, your patience grew thin and you could barely muster up the will to interact with people much less hunt and save them. It didn't help that you could still sort of feel Castiel's presence around you once or twice. But that was rediculus, wasn't it? After all, he left you. The presence left as quickly as it came so you put it down to your imagination and left it at that. Now if only you could convince your heart to do the same...