AND I CRIED AND I WAS IN THE BATH

1. I wasn’t in love with you anymore, but god, this knocked the wind out of me.

2. You were just here.

3. You were just here.

4. Do you remember? The frozen food pressed to your shoulder, the way you shook with the knowledge of a barely avoided death?

5. My mouth. Yours.

6. I had been struggling with my old poems about you. You know, you were the first one I ever wrote. I had some questions for you, Cleveland. I suppose I don’t have them anymore.

7. It isn’t even seeing you kiss her that’s the problem. It’s that you share a table.

8. Maybe “wife” bothers me, too. I know how that word sounds, coming from you. Remember? Those long drives? Perhaps I still exist as your heart when you hit the road.

9. You still exist as mine when I hit the words.

10. I couldn’t read them aloud anymore, the poems. That old pain. It didn’t exist. We had chased it away with chocolate and cherries. Still, you occupy a shelf in the bright. In the cold .

11. You always have been impossibly careless with my heart. With my new lives, all of them.

12. There’s a Smiths song – if you were reading my texts I would send you it – it goes: and I’m not happy / and I’m not sad. I’m not sad, seeing you happy. She looks as full of light as I used to when you kissed me. I am glad for her. I know what you have to give.

13. It’s the loss of our friendship. More a removal. A reopened scar, from the last time. Remember, how we were friends? We’ve been so good at it. I can’t believe you won’t hear from me now. I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear from me, then. You know the words. 

14. I just wanted to wish you well. I just. I just wanted to be what I always have been. Yours, in whatever form we decide.

15. Nearly two years since we met and you still find new ways to let me down. I think it impresses me more than it wounds.

16. You told me all about her, remember? We discovered we had both loved ghosts, since the last time you cried on my couch. Do you remember? The things that we allow to haunt us take root in the end. I need to change my sheets.

17. I wonder if I am the ghost now. The woman you never had the courage to keep. Do I haunt you, darling? I can hear your voice saying yes. Feel the reach of your arms as I spin out of them, laughing. Do I echo?

18. You kissed me like you used to, the last time. You will again, the next. You always do.

19. In a poem I never got the chance to read you, I said that you exist suspended in time. In flashes of white sheets. Bathed in orange light on the Golden Gate Bridge. Spinning me around on a cold February evening. One year ago today.

20. One year ago today, you laid next to me. We cried about something that doesn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter then, either.

21. Do you remember the words? Of that last song at what we thought was the last breakfast. You sat me on your knee.

22. Your hands shook as you held me tight. I put my lips to your ear. Do you remember? The words. Say them with me.

23. In my own sick way / I’ll always stay true to you.

—  Upon Seeing Your New Girlfriend For The First Time. Charlotte Ford.
5

Please someone, tell me to stop. I need to stop… I love this dorky family so much. And I have a serious thing for family bath stuff (ever since watching My neighborTotoro) Also I was looking for a reason to draw Shiro’s muscles… there’s something wrong with me… my heart hurts… *cries on the floor*

Also I doubt Shiro’s arm detaches easily, but I thought it would be cool to have him be able to take it off from time to time…omnonommnoomomnnnddfff-

so i work at lush and the most famous person i’ve served so far is adele. one day i’m just standing there moving some bubble bars and pretending to look busy when suddenly this lady comes in with her child. i think “she looks like adele if adele didn’t wear make up” whilst i go over to greet her. she asks me what a bath bomb is. i think “hmm, she is very unexpectedly cockney, like adele.” halfway through my description of bath bombs i realise holy fuck it’s actually adele, and i end up saying “so these are bath bombs, you drop them in the water mnnnnnnand theychangecolour n fizz…..do stuff……..” and i think she realises i suddenly know who she is because she gently but firmly tells her son to pick a bomb. she gets some for herself as well. i put her through the till and i realise she looks very tired, so i don’t want to bother her, but holy fucking shit this is adele. i’ve ugly cried so many times while warbling her beautiful songs. she’s unwittingly been there through some bad times for me. i want to say something but i’m not sure what, so i fixate on her bright woolly vest and blurt out “i like your vest!” and she immediately replies, very chipper, “aw fanks it makes me look like a rare bird!” she departs and i stand there shaking while i whisper to my colleague that that was adele. this reaches the back of the shop where a birthday party for a bunch of 14 year olds is going on and my 19 year old colleague just shrieks “WHAT” at the top of his voice. all the girls clamour asking if we have security cameras to prove it actually was her and i’m like, the proof is that i have suddenly become 10 times emotionally stronger after being in her presence. i have absorbed her self love and all of my exes have crumbled into dust, dissolving away like the bath bomb she’ll be using later on that very night

Sick love

Word count: 1.722

Request: Yes

Warnings: Too much loving


“My head is pounding”, you whined and you swore it was like ten axes were inside your skull and wanted you dead in a matter of seconds. It was the worst headache you’ve ever had and you didn’t have the slightest idea why it was like that. You weren’t hangover. On the contrary, you had a blissful night in with your boyfriend, and nothing peculiar had happened for you to feel that way. So, this situation only left you with unanswered questions.

“Still bad?”, your sister asked you and you flinched at the volume of her voice. She was speaking naturally, but your headache made it feel like she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Please keep your voice down, you are killing me”, you said and your sister got up to touch your forehead. With that simple gesture she had her answers.

“Well, it looks like you are coming down with a cold Y/N”, she said seriously and you shivered. You hated being sick and that was the last thing you wanted. It was still summer and you would spend your days drinking that prescribed syrup along with eating those disgusting soups. Apart from that, you didn’t want to force Harry to stay in with you. He would like to go out or have a nice time at the park but he would have to take care of nauseas and fevers. It was just unfair for him.

“No this can’t be happening”, you complained and your sister placed her hands on her hips. She was trying not to laugh at your state but she didn’t do a good job at hiding it. She burst out giggling and you threw a cushion at her, hitting her directly at the head.

“I guarantee you it hurt”, your sister ironically said and she went to the kitchen. She had to leave in some minutes but she couldn’t leave you behind like that all alone. So she phoned Harry.

“Harry speakin’, who’s this?”, he said through the speaker and your sister whispered.

“Hi Harry, it’s me, Y/S/N. Just wanted to let you know that Y/N might be coming down with a cold. She already has a fever and-“, she was interrupted by you screaming that you wanted to vomit and she corrected her previous sentence.

“Scratch that. She has a fever and she has started vomiting already. I have to go in some minutes so I thought I needed to fill you in”, your sister finished and she heard shuffling at the other end of the line.

“Be right there in five. Try to calm her a bit yeah? Thank yeh Y/S/N”, he said and hung up. Your sister came into the bathroom, where you were brushing your teeth, to get rid of the ugly taste.

“Thank God mom is not here”, your sister joked and your eyes widened at her statement. Your mom overreacted over the simplest of things. When you or your sister were ill, she would just call the doctor every single hour to inform him of your condition and she made sure you had all the medicine you needed. You appreciated her caring, but it would be too much sometimes.

“Don’t even joke about it. It is unhealthy”, you wiped your mouth with the towel and followed your sister in the living room where you both sat down on the couch.

“Y/N, I really need to go. Jason wants to go pick up a gift for his mother’s birthday and I can’t miss it. Promise me you won’t go around spilling soup”, she pleaded and you flipped her off.

“I will be dead in a matter of hours so no soup is going to be all over the place”, you answered and your sister sighed. You had the tendency to overreact when you were sick and no one could handle that. Your sister included.

“Okay I am going to start preparing your funeral then”, and that had always been her answer since day one. You and your sister had a weird kind of relationship. You would go on and compliment each other but you would flip each other off whereas when you would offend each other you would hug and bro fist one another. People were always confused.

“Say hi to Jason”, you tried to say before rushing to the bathroom to empty your stomach for the second time that day.

“Be sure I will”, your sister said more to herself than to you and got into her car, ready to go meet her boyfriend. Speaking of a boyfriend, Harry was on his way and he had tried to contact you but you hadn’t used your phone that day meaning it was still turned off. When he stepped foot in the house, he stopped himself from calling your name when he saw you curled up on the sofa, tissues all over you and your restless face giving away your exhaustion and pain.

“Meh poor girl”, he said and kicked off his shoes before making his way to you. You had grabbed a blanket from your room and had it wrapped around you. You were practically like a sneezing ball. Your head perked up at the sound of the door opening and closing and when you saw Harry, you snuggled closer to the blanket.

“Don’t get closer Harry, you will be sick too”, you cried out, but your voice came out muffled because of the blanket. Harry kept coming towards you nonetheless and he kneeled in front of you.

“This isn’t gonna stop meh love. How many times have yeh run to the bathroom?”, he softly asked you and you melted at his voice. He was trying to soothe you and it worked pretty well.

“Twice so far. But there’s more coming I tell you”, you said and leaned your head backwards. You wanted to sleep and Harry quite caught that.

“Okay tell yeh what. I will go upstairs and ran yeh a bath. Yeh will relax and I will call the doctor to tell meh what to do with meh sick girl. Sounds okay?”, he said and he picked you up bridal style. You found the opportunity to lean against his warm chest and breathe in his scent. You could stay there, in his arms, for an eternity and there was no lie in this statement.

When you entered your bedroom, he gently placed you on the bed, and he disappeared in the bathroom to set the right temperature for your bath. You placed your head on your pillow and sleep started taking over when Harry reappeared from inside the bathroom and scooped you up.

“No sleep yet baby. Your bath is waitin’ fo’ yeh”, he said and placed you in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeh go in there and treat yourself whereas I talk to the doctor alright?”, he turned to leave but you stopped him. You knew it would be better if he was there to take care of you. He always did. And he was so good at it.

“Mind if I change the plans a bit?”, you innocently asked and Harry grinned.

“Tell meh babygirl”, he indicated for you to go on.

“Why don’t you take a shower with me? If there’s someone who can calm me, that’s you Harry”, you spoke and you were truthful. There was no dirty intention in your proposal. You just wanted to relax with your boyfriend.

“Thought yeh never ask”, he said and slowly took your clothes off, caressing the exposed skin he could find ever so softly, careful not make you feel any more pain. He took his clothes off as well, and got into the bathtub after you. You sat between his legs and he stated kissing your back and neck, in a soothing manner, knowing you would feel slightly better. And he was right. The water was perfect and Harry tried his best to take your mind of off your sickness. He grabbed the shampoo and started massaging your scalp in an attempt to calm you.

“Just what I needed. Thank you so much love”, you said and closed your eyes, cherishing the feeling of Harry’s massaging skills. You started scrubbing your body and Harry snatched the sponge from your hands.

“Nah ah. I will take care of yeh baby. Don’t yeh worry”, he said, kissing your shoulder before he replaced some gel on the sponge. The water was running by now, and you were lost in the purity of the moment. Harry always wanted to make you feel good and he always said it was like a repayment for what you had done for him all along. After some time, he water had run cold so he took hold of your towel before wrapping it lovingly around your tired frame before he did the same with his towel on him.

“Time fo’ pyjamas babe”, he smiled lazily and he moved towards the closet, grabbing an old T-shirt of his and your favourite bottoms with little bears imprinted on them. You had worn your undergarments already and you were waiting for your pyjamas to be passed to you but Harry had other plans.

“Let meh”, he stroked your arms, while he placed your arms in front of you and put the shirt on you. He then, stroked your thighs and legs gently, like you were going to disappear or like you were the most fragile thing in the entire world. He made you feel loved. There was no denying in that. When he was done, he kissed you passionately but you distanced yourself.

“Harry, I am sick!”, you said and he smiled.

“Did that stop meh back in the shower? Don’t mind meh love. I am not that sensitive like yeh are”, he said and you tugged at his shirt.

“If that’s the case, cuddle me then”, you said and yawned. Harry placed himself on the bed and you hugged him tightly, while he played with your hair; just like you preferred it.

“I love you Harry”, you suddenly said and Harry smiled in your hair.

“I love meh sick girl too”.

And just like that, you fell asleep, feeling secure in his embrace and wishing that you could freeze time and stay like that for what seemed like forever; in each others’ loving arms.


Ugh guys, this is so sweet. Where has Harry been all the times I was ill? Before I drag my whining ass away, let me thank that person for requesting this and making me die in the most gentle way possible. Requests are still open and I am waiting for your crazy ideas people! (P.S. Harry is treating us so well lately I can’t bear it!)

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On his last day, Shouyou made the best kind of mistake.

He’d joined Kageyama on the exercise field regularly. So far this had mostly consisted of more races, a few tosses of the spear-like javelin, and one ill-advised wrestling match that hadn’t been very strenuous, as far as wrestling went, but had still ended with Shouyou panting and red in the face, pinned to the ground under Kageyama within moments. It was not a bad place to end up, but it was still dangerous for Shouyou’s resolve, and he hadn’t asked to try again.

His attempts to persuade Kageyama into showing him how to throw a discus were a different matter.

Shouyou had been fascinated by the sport, unable to stop thinking about it in the days since he’d first seen Kageyama’s perfect form as he moved through the motions. But six days was hardly enough time to grasp the basics, let alone become competent. This made Shouyou very impatient.

“Not that one,” Kageyama said, the instant Shouyou went to grab a full weight discus, instead of one of the lighter practice versions he’d been using up until that day.

“It’ll be fine,” Shouyou said. He lifted the disk and puffed out his cheeks, adjusting his stance at the surprising heaviness.  

“Oy.” Kageyama squinted at him. “Do you remember when we first raced, and I told you to take off your shoes or you might fall, and you said—”

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korealchemist  asked:

Hello and how are you doing? Could you do some pregnant s/o headcannons for Soldier 76, Genji, Reinhardt, and Roadhog? Or them as fathers? I didn't see a limit and I'm sorry if it's too much (you can cut Roadhog if it's too much!) but please and thank you, have a good day!

Hi! I’m doing good and I hope you are too! I would say 4 is probably my limit. 


Soldier76
Pregnancy

  • He kisses the baby bump whenever the two of you are alone
  • Feet and shoulder rubs whenever you need it
  • Draws baths for you, with your favourite bath bomb to relax in
  • He’ll come up behind you to give you a hug and start rubbing your belly
  • He’s so protective of you
  • He never wants to let you do anything by yourself
  • He makes sure you eat super healthy and will rarely let you eat junk food

As a father

  • He totally cried when they were born
  • He’s a little bit afraid to hold the baby at first
  • But once you distract him for a moment and place her/him in his arms, he immediately relaxes
  • He gets so attached that he will train/lecture new recruits with the baby in his arms
  • Holds them whenever he can and coos at them
  • Always does the feedings in the middle of the night
  • Tells them stories about brave war heroes and the men and women who helped make this world safe


Reinhardt
Pregnancy

  • Reinhardt is the most dotting man ever
  • Whatever you want or need, he’s out there getting it to bring back to you
  • No matter how weird or what time it is
  • He always kissed the belly, no matter where you are
  • That’s how he feels the first time the baby kicks
  • Picks you up a lot and carries you around

As a father

  • He immediately falls in love with the baby
  • You’ll see him walking around base with the baby strapped to his chest
  • Tells them German folktales and stories for bedtime
  • He makes Ana one of the godparents
  • Tells you to go back to sleep whenever the baby cries in the middle of the night
  • Always takes them to the park to play and carries all the children around on his shoulders
  • Since he’s so big and tall, he gives the best piggy back rides

 

Genji
Pregnancy

  • He’s afraid when you first tell him because he doesn’t want his family to find out and somehow hurt the two of you
  • You quickly reassure him that no one can get you two while you’re with Overwatch
  • Talks to your belly and will sing to it (no matter how horrible it could be)
  • Sometimes in Japanese
  • Meditates and prays for a healthy baby
  • Kisses you all over because he’s always so happy whenever he sees you
  • Massages all over your body

As a father

  • The first time Genji holds your baby, he promises her/him that he’ll always protect them and that they will never know the pain he did
  • He totally cries because he never imagined this would happen to him
  • Kisses them all over while they’re a baby/toddler
  • Basically, until they’re old enough to go “Dad stop!”
  • Makes Zenyatta and Hanzo the godparents
  • You don’t mind since they’re such a big part of your life too
  • Plays with them whenever he can
  • Makes them eat traditional Japanese food
  • And gives them language lessons as they get older
  • He runs around with them on his shoulders, going as fast as he can
  • You can hear the giggles from the two of them all through the park

 

Roadhog
Pregnancy

  • Ridiculously protective of you
  • Let’s you use him as a body pillow when sleeping starts getting uncomfortable
  • No matter how weird the positions may get
  • Buys you all the food you want, no matter how unhealthy it is
  • Will even carry you around when you get tired

As a father

  • He never pictured himself of ever becoming a father but he’s really glad he became one
  • The baby is so tiny compared to him that he’s unusually gentle with them
  • Tells them stories about treasure and pirates and grand adventures
  • Makes Junkrat the godfather
  • Plays airplane with them and will throw them up in the air before catching them just to hear them giggle

Anyways. Otabek and Yurio doing a video call, Otabek says something funny and Yurio laugh until he hear something, it was the sound of someone taking screenshorts then he looks at Otabek and ask “It was you? You took a screenshort of what?”, Beka reply with only “nothing really” but in fact the screenshort file in his galery is full of screenshorts pf Yurio laughing and smiling in this and another video calls they did

i stole the sun once, and i hid it
away in my chest. every word i
spoke spilled over in rays of light
and i bathed in celestial fire.

i dared the gods to steal it back;
if only so they would let me feel
something, anything, other than
that old mockery of hollowness.

i stole the sun so i could sense its
kiss melt into my skin but i fear
i am burning instead. i cried out
to the gods to help me, but I don’t
think they were listening.

PROMETHEUS | D.C
Taking Care of the Kid(s) for the Day

Group/Member: BTS/Jungkook

Words: 491

Genre: fluff, Daddy!Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook’s in charge of bath time tonight

Requested: 7th part of series

A/N: Finally Jungkook’s! I’m sad that this series is ending, as I have mentioned multiple times that I am in love with BTS as dads. Thank you to everyone who read these, and I hope you enjoy this one!

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jin Yoongi Hoseok Namjoon Jimin Taehyung

“No!”

Jungkook took a deep breath before responding to his 4-year-old son. “Byung Ho, it is bath time.”

“No, it’s not! Eomma gives me baths!” The child stomped his foot in frustration.

“Eomma won’t be home until after bedtime, so she told me to give you a bath.”

“I don’t believe you!”

Jungkook sighed and pulled out his phone, dialing your number. “Hello?”

“Please tell our son that it’s bath time.” Jungkook asked while turning on speaker phone.

“Byung Ho, please go with Appa and take a bath.”

The child’s anger left his face. “Okay, Eomma. Love you!”

“Love you, too, baby! Be a good boy for Appa!”

Jungkook lifted the phone up to his mouth. “Love you! Bye!” He waited for you to say it back before hanging up and sticking the phone in his pocket. “You heard what she said, time for a bath!” He scooped his son up in his arms and carried him over his shoulder to the bathroom, smiling at the child’s shrieks of laughter. He set him down on the ground and kneeled in front of the tub. “Okay, you get undressed while I get the bath ready.” The sentence wasn’t even fully out of his mouth before Byung Ho was already taking his shirt off.

“Appa, guess what.”

Jungkook turned around to face his son as he waited for the water to heat up. “What?”

“I have a missile in my underwear!”

Jungkook tried to keep a straight face at his son’s words. He could tell his face was turning red from how he was having to hold back his coughs from choking on his own spit. Like most people, he assumed his son had come up with a new word for penis. “Is that so?” Byung Ho Nodded happily, rocking back on forth on his feet with his hands clasped behind his back, still wearing his pants. “Your appa has a missile in his pants, too.”

“Really?!” Byung Ho looked so excited as his dad nodded in confirmation. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!”

“Wait, what?” Jungkook said, but Byung Ho was already reaching into his pants. “You don’t-“ He stopped talking as Byung Ho pulled his hand back out, revealing a toy missile. “Oh, you meant…” Jungkook trailed off, feeling dumb for not realizing his son was talking about a toy missile.”

“Where’s your missile, appa?”

“Oh…uh……” Jungkook turned the water off as he tried to come up with an answer. “I meant I used to have a missile in my pants, but I, uh, lost it long ago.”

“That’s so sad!” Byung Ho cried out while Jungkook just nodded sadly, playing along. “You can have mine instead!” Byung Ho shoved the toy in Jungkook’s hand before removing his pants and underwear. “Bath time!!”

Jungkook chuckled at his on and set the toy missile down before picking the young boy up and placing him in the warm bath water.

anonymous asked:

Hhhmmm...I'm just imagining the DAI companions reacting to a Teenage Inquisitor being kidnapped and how they were rescued (lol, just read the one where the DAI companions reactions to a normal age Inquisitor being captured, so I'm curious). Keep up the good work! Both you and Mod Sarah are awesome!

Cassandra: Maker help anyone who gets in her way. Provided she knows where they are, she’ll kill anyone she finds where they’re being held. No one can stop her. When she finds the shaken but very much alive Inquisitor, she pulls them up and looks them over for injuries, then just stands, hands on their shoulders, and staring at them. Finally, she lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank the Maker you’re alright…”

Blackwall: He blames himself; he thinks maybe if he had been more vigilant, this wouldn’t have happened. He throws himself into battle to save them with no reservation, and comes out of the fray more battered than the Inquisitor is. Even so, he rushes up to them and frees them. “Are you alright?” he asks repeatedly. “Maker’s tits, you gave us all a heart attack! You’re absolutely sure you’re okay?”

Iron Bull: Death and destruction befalls whoever took the Herald. A trail of corpses is left in his wake as he hurries to rescue the Inquisitor. Once he finds them, they peer up at him, covered in blood, but all he does is grin broadly, pick them up, and pull them into a rib-crushing hug. They groan and might complain about the blood, but he just grins toothily. “Glad to see you’re alright, Imekari.”

Sera: She throws an absolute shit-fit when she finds out, and when she finds out where they are, she grabs anyone she can and heads out immediately. Arrows upon arrows fly through the kidnappers. As soon as she sees the Inquisitor, battered but alive and intact, she practically pounces on them with a hug. “Don’t scare me like that again. Please.” she demands.

Varric: He’s encountered kidnapping and hostage situations before, and they’re among his least favorite problems to handle, especially when the Inquisitor is the one taken. It’s a situation he knows well enough that the best thing to do is remain calm and plan carefully how to approach the situation, and with the others, fights his way through to them and rescues them. He checks them over before finally patting them on the back and offering a reassuring smile. “We’re here; you’re safe now. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Cole: He knows where they are, and he knows who did it. He moves quickly and silently, appearing out of nowhere and stabbing whoever is in the way, and he follows the Inquisitor’s fears right to them. He feels their relief at the sight of him, and he smiles, daggers dripping blood, a man gargling on his own blood on the ground behind him. “You’re safe now. I’m happy to see you, too.” he greets cheerfully.

Dorian: The man insists on going with whichever companions head out to rescue them, and fights dirty and with little restraint. The whole time, his mind and heart are overtaken with worry and fear, and he takes it out in the form of risen kidnappers turning upon their own fellows. When he finds the Herald, he runs to them, helping them up, looking them over to ensure they’re not seriously hurt, before letting out a heavy sigh of relief and smiling at them, fighting back tears. “Come along, now,” he urges gently, “let’s get you out of this dreadful place.”

Solas: His heart clenches in fear, and as soon as he knows where they are, he takes off without waiting for the others. The Inquisitor, the da’len, is his responsibility, bearing his mark, and he would not tolerate anyone threatening them or endangering them. The Herald is somewhat startled by the calmness with which he kills all of the kidnappers, as if it is but a chore. His heart lifts at the sight of them. “Da’len,” he greets quietly, “are you harmed?”

Vivienne: Like Leliana, she handles it calmly, hiding whatever worry bubbles inside away. Cole may try to bring it up, but she shuts him down quickly and keeps working. A trail of frozen corpses is left in her wake as she approaches the Inquisitor. “My dear, were you hurt?” she asks as she begins examining them, healing any wounds she finds. They say no, and she lets out a quiet breath as she escorts them out, promising them a warm meal and a hot bath to soothe their nerves.

Leliana: The Inquisitor is back within a few hours, escorted by Leliana’s agents, and they’re battered and wide-eyed and shaken, but alive. She smiles calmly as they come back into Skyhold, and comes to visit them. “Welcome back,” she greets, “I trust my agents got you out in a timely fashion?”

Josephine: She panics the most. In spite of Leliana’s reassurances that her agents are on the case and that they’ll be back within a few hours, she finds it difficult to work. All of her terrified thoughts go to the Inquisitor. As soon as the Herald arrives back in Skyhold, she bolts out of her office to meet them, pulling them into a hug if they allow it. “I was worried sick!” she cries. “Are you alright? Do you need anything? Food? A warm bath? Did they hurt you? Let me help you however I can!”

Cullen: His reaction is to send about a hundred soldiers to rescue them. Leliana has to talk him down, saying that a subtle– and stealthy– hand was needed for this, lest the kidnappers see his forces coming and take off with the Herald in tow. He grouchily and reluctantly relents, though he has some soldiers hang back as backup. He can be see pacing the battlements, waiting for their return. He runs to meet them as soon as they appear in sight.

anonymous asked:

Hey G, I think I asked a while ago but can you pls do another of the things harry does post? Part 3?


part one | part two

- will drink your coffee/tea and make a grimace for you because “there’s too much sugar here, pet”

- call on your phone in the middle of the day to ask what’s the name of the song you were listening early, because now it’s stuck in his head

- wakes you in the middle of the night just because he remembered the thing he wanted to tell your earlier but couldn’t remember

- put both hands between his thighs when he’s watching a scary movie, for safety of course

-  tries to persuade inanimate objects to do things in the way he want, like when the printer is too slow and he tries to convince it to be faster, as if it could hear/ answer him

- still get nervous when he has to talk with your father, calling him Mr and Sir all the time, even after your father said that it wasn’t necessary

- pull you to sit on his lap while he’s talking on the phone, kissing and biting your back/neck/shoulder while you giggle

- say “who yeh’re smiling at?” while you scroll down on your phone as fast as possible so he won’t know that you were smiling at the pics of him with his fans in his last trip

- put a pillow under his shirt while you complete your nightly routine, rubbing his belly, looking at you and saying “see? I’m having your baby” 

- Do a weird medley of songs while he sings in the shower, going from “twinkle twinkle little star” to “woman” and finishing with “isn’t she lovely?”, always thanking the ‘audience’ for having him

- hold you from behind after you shower and says “I’m gonna smell yeh till all the perfume fade away”

- will braid your hair while you’re siting between his legs on the floor, reading out loud a old poetry book he found in a book fair

- tries to twerk when he’s sure that no one is watching

- put his cold hands on your neck just to see your body shiver with it

- has a smug smile on his face after he listened to you talking with your friend and saying how much you love him and how good you feel when you’re with him

- pouts deeply when he’s thinking about something important and you feel the need to kiss the  wrinkle on his forehead, making him smile with that

- get embarrassed when you start to poke his dimple and teasing him about how pretty he is, and how seductive his dimples are

- loves when your mom tell him stories about your childhood, asking for her if he can take some pictures of the little you - in a bath, playing with a pink ball - with him, saying that if you don’t let him sleep on your arms tonight, he’ll post them tomorrow on twitter

- cries every time he watch “The Notebook”, hiding his face on your neck and asking you if “yeh’ gonna love me till I get old? Even if I don’t remember who yeh are?” as you promise him that yes, you’ll always love him, no matter what

-  smiles embarrassed when you look at this hands and say “ omg harry you’re naked!” because he’s without his rings™, hiding his hands behind his back


first, sorry for taking so long do to this! it’s been months since you asked me and i was procrastinating as usual. second, thanks to @theheadcanonsawakens (ridicula) and @stylishmuser for helping me! i love you both very much a lot!

edit: i felt the need of add a gif on this.

Today, I fucked up... by taking a bath with my girlfriend

Obligatory this happened two months ago

My girlfriend and I were sick and congested. We were sitting on the couch and she said she was going to take a bath and put in eucalyptus oil and peppermint oil.

She then asked me if I wanted to join. Sure, laying in a hot bath sounded really nice. She went downstairs to grab our towels and I started the bath. As I put the oils in, I yelled asking how much I should put in. I got the answer of only a little bit.

Apparently our definitions of a little bit are different. I don’t know if you know how strong peppermint oil is, but i should be able to paint a picture.

As we climbed in the hot bath, I realized that my asshole was starting to feel like an ice cube was getting shoved up it.

In my congested, mentally drained from illness mind, I said “Hey babe, hot water rises right?”

Right away she looked back at me and screamed “How much fucking peppermint oil did you put in?!”

I said I turned it upside down and maybe like 10 drops got out.

So we jumped out, body covered in water with peppermint. It burned like icy hot. My balls were on fire. My girlfriend starts crying from the pain, and is screaming. I’m in the fetal position trying to wipe water off my balls.

I then get the idea of jumping in the shower and seeing if getting the peppermint off of me was possible. NOPE. Makes it much worse.

Fast forward ten minutes, we are curled up on the couch both covered in multiple blankets trying to get warm. It wears off on my girlfriend and she says she just feels numb, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Takes me an extra 15 minutes for it to stop hurting.

The heat from the blankets warmed me, but I felt like I had ice under my skin.

Half an hour later, it went away.

And that’s why I’m not allowed to draw our baths anymore.

Tl;dr: girlfriend and I are sick. Decide to take bath. I put enough peppermint oil in bath. My girlfriend and I get it seeping into our pores. Has the effect of icy hot. Balls and asshole are in pain. Girlfriend cries, we have to wait out the pain.

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hey!! so a lot of you were asking about the day and night universe and how stuff works there and i tried to think of something less half-assed and seriously thought this through. and i would like to warn you if you were expecting some kind of science related explanation or something cries i deeply apologize


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Baby in the Tower

A Wattpad request. I do not own any of the Avengers or Bucky. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: brief mentions of death, fluff

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff. 

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

“Hey,” Bucky’s soft voice made you look up. You were certain your eyes were bright red from all the crying you’d been doing. “You okay?” You shook your head and broke down in sobs again. Bucky got down on the floor next to you and wrapped his flesh arm around you. “It’ll be okay.” You nodded and leaned closer to him. You and Bucky had gotten really close since you were hired as a doctor by S.H.I.E.L.D. It was one less thing for Bruce to worry about.

               After crying for what seemed like days, you pulled away from Bucky and stood up. “I have to go pack. The funeral is in a couple of days. Try not to break yourself while I’m gone.” Bucky let out a soft chuckle at your attempt at humor. He watched you walk toward you room and sighed. He’d never seen you so down before. Then again, he imagined that’s how anyone would act if they just got news their sibling died. He just hoped you’d be okay.

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anonymous asked:

"Cramps are killing me"

The pain woke me up around five in the morning. I could hear Harry snoring a bit, my face still pressed to his back and arms wrapped around his waist as we had fallen asleep. I didn’t want to wake him, but as I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning as the pain ripped through my abdomen I knew there was more of a chance that I would wake him if I stayed here. Also, judging by the pain, if I didn’t get up soon I’d probably soak through the sheets and Harry had just changed them yesterday.
I slowly pulled my arms away from him and with that one movement his snoring stopped and I froze, thinking I woke him. But, luckily, his snoring resumed and I sighed, carefully rolling away from him until my feet met the cold hardwood. The nausea hit me not long after I came to a standing position and I rushed to the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind me before falling to my knees in front of the toilet, hugging the bowl like a dear friend, so blinded by the pain I didn’t care that my face was touching a toilet bowl.
I didn’t vomit though, not yet, so after a few moments of realizing that it wasn’t coming up, I laid down on the cold tile, close to tears. You have to put a tampon in, I reminded myself, but thought I would rather die than stuff anything up there at the moment.
I did it anyway. It made the pain worse. I vomited about three minutes later.
There was a soft knock at the door after that and I cursed myself for being too loud.
“Love? You alright? Sounds a bit like a war zone in here.”
“Go back to bed, Harry,” I paused to wince, hoping he wouldn’t hear, “M’fine.” I said through my teeth.
“Yeah, that sounded very convincing,” He yawned and jiggled the doorknob, “Lemme in.”
I sighed, but crawled on hands and knees to the door, reaching up to twist it and then pulling it open. Harry’s eyes followed me to the floor and he frowned, “What’s the matter?”
Cramps are killing me.” I whined and curled back up into a ball on the floor.
“It’s that bad this month? You should call your doctor, the birth control’s supposed to make this better, maybe you need to switch brands or somethin’ if it’s not working properly.” His voice was laced with concern as he crouched down next to me. He soon realized I didn’t really give a shit right now about my birth control as I stayed silent, “What can I do, love? You can’t be lying on the bathroom floor all day.”
I groaned as if to say Yes I can. He got the message and sighed.
“Do you want some tea? Have you had any tylenol?”
“I’ll just throw it back up.”
“You should at least try, babe.” I groaned again, “What about a bath, can I run you a bath?”
I started crying, “I’ll jus’ bleed all in it! It’ll look like a homicide.” He giggled. “S’not funny!” I cried, snot cascading out of my nose.
“Okay, okay, you’re right, I’m sorry, c’mere love, lemme hold you.” I sniffed and looked at him like a puppy who was unsure of the stranger in her mist. He beckoned me with his arms again, “C’mon.”I crawled over to him and into his lap, his arms engulfing me and I quietly sighed in contentment as I rested my head against his shoulder. “Let’s get you back in bed, yeah?”
“No!” I protested, “No, I’ll just have to get back up to throw up again.”
“I’ll put a bag next to the bed.”
“Harry—“
“Don’t even try to argue with me on this, I’m not going to leave you on the floor of the bathroom.”
I groaned, but only tightened my grip around his neck as he stood up with me in his arms, walking us back to the bedroom, “Why don’t you wake me up when you feel like this? I don’t like waking up to an empty bed and hearing you hurting alone in the other room.” He says as he lowers me into bed.
“You shouldn’t have to suffer with me.”
“I like taking care of you.” He climbed into the other side of the bed and immediately slid his hand under my t-shirt to rub my stomach, “That better?”
I closed me eyes and nodded, my muscles relaxing at his touch. I felt him shift a bit, coming closer to me and then my muscles jumped a bit at the feel of his mouth on my stomach. I felt him laugh a bit at my reaction and then he continue to pepper kisses on my stomach, pushing my shirt up so he could get at more skin.
“Babe, that tickles.” I said, eyes still closed, but I reached my hand out to run through his hair.Instead of stopping, he blew a raspberry on my stomach causing me to squeal, “Stop it!” But I was laughing and when I opened my eyes, he was grinning up at me and he blew another raspberry against my skin and started tickling me even as I protested. He only stopped when he noticed I was laughing so hard that I was having trouble catching my breath and he kissed my stomach again, still giggling to himself.
“Feel better now?” He kept his hand on my stomach, rubbing it in circles, but he came up next to me, kissing my cheek before snuggling under my chin, nose pressed to my neck.
“A bit, yeah.” I felt tired again and closed my eyes, “Thank you, love.”
“Of course.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to my neck, “Love you.” And I focused on his touch until I fell back asleep.

Jack and Mark’s Demons

Alright, Dark and Anti theory time!

(Just giving you a heads up, it’s a bit long so thank you in advance if you take your time to read this!)

So, we all know about Antisepticeye and Darkiplier, right? (well, obviously ahah). Ok I’ve been thinking. What if @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier sold their souls to demons for the fame and subs?

So it’d be like “hey so I sell you my soul and in exchange you make me YouTube famous and give me a lot of subs, how bout dah” and the demons would be like “yeah man, I gotcha, but in exchange you’ll let me take over your body once in a while, and no one would even notice because I would act the same way as you, it’s just that I can have a little freedom every now and then” and Jack and Mark would agree on those terms.

So, that’s what happened. They made the contract, gained their subs and fame and in exchange they would let the demons take their body occasionally as we can see on some of Jack’s videos such as Split personalities| reading your comments #47, and I think it’s safe to say kill or be killed| undertale #9  (and other undertale videos) when Jack did Flowey’s voice, or Mark’s videos such as Don’t Blink and don’t move, amongst others. 

Obviously, the demons did an amazing job at pretending to be Mark and Jack as we all caught on that something wasn’t right. In fear of being exposed, they shut out their demons and carried on with their normal lives. After all they already had a good fan base so even if the demons abandoned them, they could carry on gaining subs just by themselves, without supernatural help. 

This, obviously wasn’t well thought by Jack and Mark. If there’s one thing I know from basic knowledge and research and the Supernatural series (pfft) is that, if you mess with the supernatural, you’re fucked. These two shut out the demons they made a contract with. Obviously that pissed them off. After all the things they did for Jack and Mark, after all the subs and fame, this is how they treat them? That’s not fair! So, they started working on ways to get back at them for betraying them. They both worked towards a simple goal. Hurt their humans in the worst way possible for them.

For Jack, losing his voice, the thing that makes him stand out the most from other youtubers, would be the worst thing that could happen to him. Not being able to talk would be torture (and we all know Jack loves to ramble, he can pull a 20 minutes’ video out of his ass just by talking about pineapple pizza!), and he would lose his subs and fame and everything he worked on. So what did Anti do? He sliced Jack’s throat. He took Jack’s voice away so he could take over his body again. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why Anti’s voice is so glitchy now. In the past, you could understand him just fine (in the split personalities video and the undertale videos), but now you can’t understand him that well and that’s because he ruined jack’s most valuable thing about himself, even if it was temporary, or a symbolic thing. But the wound is open now and Anti can take over Jack’s body more easily again. Another proof? Jack got sick after is Pax panel 2017. What happened in his panel? Anti made an appearance. What was the most affected thing when jack got sick after that? His voice.

For Mark, hurting the ones he loves the most would be the worst thing ever. We all know how Mark is so caring about his fans, you can see that every time he cries for us, those tears are real. And Dark knows it. He knows we’re his weakness. At first, he tried to hurt Mark, as we can see on the video Relax. But I have the feeling Mark is one of those people who would rather be the one to get hurt to protect the other person. So Dark decided it would be useless to hurt Mark. Specially since he already hurts and tortures himself every time he does something like the ice bath challenge ahahah, I can just picture Dark facepalming while watching Mark doing these kinds of videos. anyway, Dark decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back. The perfect opportunity to finally be able to hurt the ones Mark loves. And when did that happen? On valentine’s day. The day you spend with someone you really care about. It was the perfect timing to attack. And that’s what Dark did. Not only would he get to hurt and mentally torture us but he would get to do the same things to Mark. Dark threatened usI can specially take you to the places where you don’t want to go”/ “THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME!”/ you’re never, ever going to escape me, and mentally tortured us by

1)      Putting us on a loop every time we chose the “Exit” option, which would drive us crazy since we were the only ones aware of the fact that this was a never-ending loop of either watching Mark dig the floor with a damn spoon  -____- or us being attacked by the crazy cook every time we wanted to escape;

2)      Making us choose which Mark to kill and the fear of killing the wrong one (I don’t know about you guys but when it came to the time of choosing which Mark to kill, it gave me anxiety xD)

And as for Mark, not only was he tortured as well, by watching us go through all that, he was also killed and more than once! Killed and brought back to life multiple times can’t be good for you.

The reason Anti and Dark had different approaches to Jack and Mark was because they’re different types of demons. Different types of demons for different types of people. 

This was Antisepticeye and Darkiplier’s way of showing Jack and Mark they can’t back down on a deal made with demons.

Now that we know about their existence, ţ̶̜̫̝̽h̴̟̱̳̬͒̌̈͛͑̅͘ȩ̷͕̘͕̦̋͋̐̉͛r̵͉̭͂e̶͕̮̘̍͐́͒͑̆̊'̸̼͎̋̽̊̀̾̉̅ͅŝ̵̛̹͕̻̳̰̂ ̷͔͇̱̜̣̉ͅͅn̷̛̹̺̆̇́ȯ̷͖́̋̚͠ ̶̢̡̰̤̘̮̋̽̓̉p̶̛͕͉̯͙̈́̌ö̸̤̺́͑͊̈́̓̕͜i̴̗͚̦̥̳͍̋̓̽͊͊̓͠n̶̡̢̢͈̹̹̿̅̑͝ṱ̵̛͕̳͎̾̌͘ ̸̢͉̳̫̣̜͇̐͗̏̆́̌͠i̴̢̩̙̣̫̽͊̕n̷̙̞̄̏̀͑͘̕ ̷̡̗͖͔͍̿̆̉͗̾̈́h̵̳̹̻̜͇̿i̴̲͙͒̓̈́͑̒͂d̸̜̰͎̟͆̄͑͌͘͜i̴̡̖͙͔̞̲̋n̶̡͍̮̘̮͛́͠ͅg̷͚͈̓̇̆̊̎̚ ̸̥̥̼̒̾̉͆͂̍å̴͚͓͘n̶͓̆ͅỷ̶͔̱̄̉̃m̶̘͐̒̅̂͑͝o̴̡̻̖̹̬͌ŗ̶͍̜̭́̒̿́̄̚ȅ̷̠̥̜̬͚̺̘̓͆̆̄̈.̸̛̙̩̝̫̺̈́̌͆͑̎͆͜.

(jokes aside, we all know Jack and Mark gained their subs and fame for their talent and kindness because they’re genuinely amazing people)


edit: it looks like part of my theory looks like this specific theory that is absolutely amazing as well, but I don’t want it to look like I’ve stole it from the person who wrote it so I’m crediting them. if you haven’t read it, I suggest you do because it’s really good! @fandombandomrandom42 I just want to apologise again for making you think I stole this idea from your theory without crediting you :/

I have too much dark inside me, I could scream all night and
                                                     still the smoke wouldn’t clear.

I’ve cried blood, bled tar, spat salt water into the sink; 
all this grief and nowhere to put your hands but on me.

I want to take you apart like a castle in the hands of God
                                                                                  you say

and now dreams are the only place I hear your voice. I sang
myself to sleep behind the bathroom door, my feet propped up

on the porcelain bath. I don’t know what to tell you about the
rain and why it falls. there is nothing common sense in collapsing.

there’s nothing left but the railroads and a plug without a
socket. this is a metaphor for something too painful to talk about.

                                                   I missed the last train home
                                                                                    you say,

but I’ve never heard anything that mattered less. once again
I gave you all the speaking parts and you never learnt your lines.

I gave you all the speaking parts but you never know when
to come in. you’re unrehearsed. love is a distant act at the

end of a script you never planned to read. you’re falling apart
and even dawn has never broken like you. for safety, you have your

conscience locked in a box. your soul is a child you trapped in
the basement who never cries, just knocks very politely on the

underside of the trapdoor. you always do this. it always has to
end like this / with you stretching out your hands but I won’t take

anything you’re willing to give away for free. barefoot I’m scaling the
fence,  i’m running down the street; the red footprints in the snow

are the latter part of a telegram about mortality. i’m turning
over the body in your bed and seeing that it’s mine. here is

my blood in a wineglass, my heart on a stake:
                                                       if you must, be lot
                                                                            be orpheus
                                                                            be herakles.

maybe hylas thanked the waves for drowning.

Yves Olade, So Close to the Light You Catch Fire
response to the @nepenthenet prompt  “two faces”