Rant Alert About Silly Ppl Being Mean And Hurtful About The Hurricanes In The South And Florida Right

Rant alert about silly ppl being mean and hurtful about the hurricanes in the south and Florida right now

This hurricane is actually breaking my heart, I thought people were insensitive and horrible about Gaza (they are and it is so fucking horrible) but seeing the comments these adults leave? Omg “you’ll die if you don’t evacuate.. kids run away all the time but the second it’s a little scary suddenly it’s “my family won’t let me leave”

The teenage!!! Girl (op) was saying her family wanted to not evacuate, but she was trying to convince them. They got into a back and forth and the adult!! Said “if you are in the path you’re gonna die. You should leave.”

SHE DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE HER FAMILY TO DIE??? Do you not have any brain?

Yes I know it’s rage bait but omfg when did we decide that views and attention in comments was worth hurting people? And holy cow im so sick of people saying “why don’t you prepare” “you should’ve left, stupid southerners” LIKE ???

Did we all leave the things we learned way back in 2020 (hopefully school too) somewhere on the road? Like this rhetoric of liberals (in blue states) saying that the people, average Joe people, are at fault and need to pull themselves up by the bootstraps? It’s so disgusting.

Most of them are also white, and when ppl in their comment section call them out, they argue endlessly? Like I feel a pit of despair opening up that will swallow literally everything bc these liberals don’t know how to have any fucking empathy

Who up feeling like a part of you is always acting and you’re not really a girl ur actually just faking it all.. but everyone can tell

I’m drooling over the dinner you made thank you

Worst day at work, getting sick, paper and exams coming up, stupid boy says he likes me but doesn’t initiate any th ing, then I come home and have to PARALLEL PARK????

BRB ending it

me when no energy but I’ve made so many plans…. But no energy ….. guys kill me

Bad Romance

Law x reader, fem reader, drunk things/drinking

wc: 1625

Just a little wip for Law's birthday!! I will prob continue it soon, if i have the motivation :) This isn't edited so pls forgive any typos or errors.... also i kinda wrote it to Gaga's bad romance (like halfway thru) and it was fun to listen and read it at the same time, but idk....

You and law were sitting at the bar, legs gently brushing together. This was as much pda as Law could stand. It was a Thursday night, so it wasn’t too busy at the bar; but the Olympics were on so both of you had dutifully paid attention to the tvs above you. Making small comments about the athletes for about an hour. You would’ve kept going (enjoying the way Law always had something to say to your little quips) but the games had concluded for the day. So now your attention was turned onto him. 

“Hmm, do a shot with me!” You spoke with a giggle, already feeling tipsy from the two drinks you had since the two of you arrived. 

Law looked to the bartender, catching their attention soon after. “Hey, could we get two shots of don julio? And a chaser of sprite please.” Law looked at you as they started to pour the shots, “What do I get?” 

You giggle again, before calming down a bit to answer, “I'll dance with you!”

“You can’t make me.” He had a smile on his face. You barely got to see it before he turned to thank the bartender. 

“I won't force you, but the least you could do is protect me when I'm out there.” You giggled more, everything was funny when you were tipsy. Despite the giggles you attempted to have a serious tone which Law saw right through.

This proposed arrangement was often what happened when the two of you went out. You and Law would get drunk, you would dance while he stood behind you, then (after you got tired) the two of you would head home. 

“Maybe tonight… Anyways, cheers.” Law took his shot glass, you took yours. 

The glass made a small clink, neither one of you pushing too hard. Tapping the glass on the counter, you looked at Law. 

You knew what he meant but couldn’t help the gut feeling you had churning. You found his eyes while giggling (nervous for the shot and excitement at the possibility) and he found yours. 

The alcohol burned going down, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Just the look he was giving you was enough to make you blush, but with the shot mixed in you felt like you were burning up. You drank the chaser, not willing to put up with the burn in your throat anymore. 

You leaned over, your legs brushing against his with more pressure, and whispered in his ear, “Should we go outside? Get some air?” Unfortunately followed by a giggle. You rested your head on his shoulder, for stability, but you would never tell him that. 

He shifted under your weight, putting his hands on your shoulders to lift you a bit. He whispered back into your ear, “I'd do anything if you asked.” 

The two of you were leaning up against a random building in the alley next to the bar. You always felt safe around him. Law opened a plastic water bottle that had come out of nowhere to you, and handed it to you. “It's vodka, drink up.”  

You giggled, “no way you brought vodka!” taking a sip from the bottle, you were slightly disappointed. “I knew you never would…” 

“Well it's one of many ways to get you to drink water. You feelin okay?” Law looked over at you, where he found the water bottle pressed up against your lips, and some water droplets rolling down the side of your mouth. 

“Hmhmm” unable to make much sense past a grumble, due to the water. 

Law just kept staring at you, which to your drunk eyes seemed like intense flirting.

So you do what any girl would do, attempt to jump his bones. He sees you coming before you can even get close, and grabs your shoulders to stop you. 

“Do you want to dance now?” Law calmly asked you, removing on hand to brush a stray piece of hair back into place.

“Yes pleaase!” You say with a smile, while Law just stares at you. 

You look up into his eye just in time to catch his blush spread across his face before he removes his hands entirely and looks away. He was always like this in public, so shy and secretive. 

The two of you got one more drink when you returned inside, and you found yourself on the dance floor. While you weren’t sure how it happened, you were very grateful it did. Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance had just started to play and you were reeling. After letting out a shout/scream you started dancing to the beat. Moving your hands in a way that was probably not attractive, you started humming the beat.

Right before you could really get into it, you felt hands snake around your waist. 

Fight or flight kicked in and your body had chosen to fly, you aggressively ripped the mystery hands off you and took as many steps away as you could, and began to turn.

You were drunk, sure but you weren’t 100% stupid. 

The culprit stood there, mouth open with a comical “O”. Law had already put his hands on him. 

“I don’t know him!” You tried to yell as loud as possible, and it seemed like Law had gotten the message. 

He said something to you that you couldn’t hear and then started walking the man out. You only got a glance of Laws hands, veins practically popping out, digging into the man’s neck and arm. 

You found yourself against a wall, looking at the many people dancing. All of them were unaware of your situation and were having fun, feeling the dissonance you wanted to join them. A flash of Law blushing interrupted any thought process you had, and you found yourself smiling like a fool. You caught yourself, and dropped it. Quickly looking up to the dancing crowd to make sure none of them saw the embarrassing display of affection. Of course no one cared. They were all dancing.

Unsure of where Law was, you decided to wait.

Until you saw a woman smile and reach out to you. With Bad Romance hitting the first chorus, you pushed yourself off the wall and joined her. 

You both sang the lyrics as loud as possible, as well as jumping to the beat. You took her hands and danced with her until you felt someone tap your shoulder. 

Nervous there was another strange man you snapped your head around, only to find your lover.

He leaned in close enough to touch your ear with his lips, “I’m sorry, don’t stress though he’s regretting it now.”

You yelled back, “okay!”

After feeling a wave of relief you started bending over to tease your boyfriend, attempting to grind on him. 

He moved his hands to your hips, shockingly, and let you move against him. His grip on you reached through the drinks you had and grounded you with him. 

He pulled you closer…

You obliged of course and grinded on him, feeling his attention against your ass. Once the song transitioned into the next the two of you were out of there. 

He went first and grabbed your hand to guide you, holding the door open while you exited. The cool air of the night hit your face and you had felt yourself sober up just a bit. 

Things were still dizzy and thankfully law didn’t take his hand away from yours. He had only parked a block away or so, so you didn’t have to walk long before arriving at the car.

“I’ll open it.” He mumbled as he led you to the passenger side, you opened your bag after Laws hand left yours to search for chapstick. 

“Can you help mee” with a whiny voice, he had no choice but to. The car door was open and Law was waiting impatiently there but, after a sigh he walked to you and took your bag. 

He found the chapstick instantly somehow, and out your bag in the car. 

“Oh my god! You’re so smart Law..” you had a goofy smile, in awe of your boyfriend, “you should put it on me too!” Followed by another giggle. 

You leaned against the car, and Law took a step or two to get to you. He never spoke if he didn’t really need to, and this was his way of showing you that he would. 

You opened your mouth slightly to allow him easier access, and as he approached you looked up into his eyes. 

They were focused on you, and his pupils were wide. The harsh lighting of the parking lot somehow worked wonders for him, making his features all the more prominent and handsome. 

Suddenly, he grabbed your chin and forced your head up. 

As if he read your mind, he responded “I couldn’t see you properly.” 

You felt no air coming in or out, as he focused his eyes on your lips and carefully applied the chapstick. Still looking up at him with your mouth agape, you felt your heart racing. 

As soon as he finished, the cap was on and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Trying to force him closer in any way. “Stay here a sec.” You whispered into his ear, brushing your lips against him. 

“Hmhmm” he mumbled back, and you pulled him as close as possible. You felt his breathing on your back, next to the open neckline of your shirt. You felt your face go red at the thought of how else you have felt him breathing there in the past. His stubble tickled your shoulder and all you could think was how fast you wanted to get home.