I FEEL TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE

All of this “Too Close To Call” is a serious punch in the gut. I am not naive, I know there are horrible people out there, but I honestly believed Clinton had this in the bag. I didn’t think it was possible that people who supported Trump could come close to matching her numbers. I am floored that this is happening and my heart is literally breaking. Tears streaming down my face as I type and I feel like I can’t breathe because there are that many people out there who hate me and hate so many wonderful people out there that only want to be loved and treated as equals. This is fucking destroying me. Even if she wins, the numbers are telling me how terrible this country truly is. I can’t…this is too much guys. This is too fucking much. 

Imagine being the first person that Loki visits after he escaped from his prison.
He’d just stand in front of you suddenly. You two would look at each other for some seconds in complete silence until he pulls you into a deep hug, you smiling and some tears of joy streaming down your face.
“I missed you, my love”
“I missed you too, Loki”

I have tears streaming down my face right now :“) I can’t believe Jeffrey Marsh responded to me. I was having a really bad morning and night yesterday feeling so lonely. They are such a wonderful and pure human being 💛

I CAN’T STOP SMILING AND TEARS JUST KEEP STREAMING DOWN MY FACE!! Watching the new Hope on the Street and seeing the change in scenery reminded me of his all old practice videos when he was in Gwangju Dance Academy 😭😭😭 His little facial expressions about having to train himself to be more flexible, learning something new to extend his dancing 😭😭😭 He has grown so much as an artist 😭😭😭
Jung Hoseok, thank you for working so hard to strengthen yourself and wellbeing!!!! ARMYs love and admire your dedication to dancing and rapping and BTS!! We are ALL so proud of you!! As your fans, we’ll make sure to always be by your side with love and support as you do the same for us. We are all so thankful for your existence. 💕💖💕💖

More than This - Stiles Stilinski/Theo Raeken {Part 15}

[click here for part 1-14/masterlist]

A/N: So this was hard…this chapter is extremely emotional and dark and angsty but it’s my favourite and i loved writing it ( i’m a sucker for pain lol). I don’t know what to say besides… enjoy! xx

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, consume of alcohol, dark, angst (not proof-read, i’m tired guys sorry)


Hollow. Empty. Drained. Numb. Void.

That’s all I could feel, laying in my tear-soaked sheets, starring at the ceiling, trying to let go of all thought. Brief glances of my hand laced with his, a room filled with laughter, chased pecks and passionate kisses, flickering through my mind like ghosts.

Because that’s all they were. Lost memories I’ll never get back.

Almost five months ago, I stood in my room, tears streaming down my face, looking at my former best friend, telling him that I was in love with him. Ever since that day the tears and the sadness seemed to follow me.  I got my heart broken and now I did the exact same thing to Theo.

There wasn’t a word that was able to even remotely describe how disgusted and guilty I felt. Not because I slept with Stiles. It’s not the act itself that disgusted me, because truth be told, when it happened it felt so incredibly right, even though it was wrong. I was disgusted with myself because I did it, despite of knowing that I had someone waiting for me at home, someone who really liked me, loved me even.  

In these almost five freaking months, I had managed to lose my best friend – my first love, and the person who had helped me pick up the pieces. Theo had picked them up, stitched them together, only for me to rip them apart and throw them to the ground again.

The fact that my parents had not once opened my bedroom door to see if I was okay wasn’t really helping either. Maybe they thought I didn’t want to see them, and I probably would have told them so, but only because I was too proud and too stubborn to admit that right now, all I wanted was to crawl into my mother’s arms and let her console me. Or maybe they hadn’t checked up on me because they were as disappointed in me as I was. That was probably it.

I turned my head to the left, looking at the small old-looking alarm clock that was positioned on a tiny nightstand made out of dark wood. Most people don’t use alarm clocks anymore because everything you need is your smartphone, but I liked the idea of it, it fit the sort of vintage theme I had in my room. It told me that it was a few minutes past two A.M.

I let out a heavy sigh. I had been tossing and turning in my bed all night, but I couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep. Grabbing a white fluffy pillow, I pressed it onto my face as hard as I could while letting out a muffled scream, which sounded more like a grunt.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a tiny bell and when I removed the pillow from my face there was a light coming from the left. It was my smartphone, signalizing me that I had received a text message.

From: Kira

R U awake?  EMERGENCY

I furrowed my brows, wondering what the so called ‘emergency’ was at two in the morning.

To: Kira

Yes, what’s going on? It better be something serious.

From: Kira

I’m at Scott’s. Stiles is here, drunk of his ass, screaming, crying & throwing stuff. Scott’s trying to calm him, hasn’t worked. He wants to see u. I’m coming to get u. Don’t worry.

My pulse instantly quickened. Don’t worry she said. How was I supposed to do that? Just the thought of Stiles having a drunken breakdown makes me want to vomit. After everything that happened, he was still my best friend, at least in my heart. And of course, I still loved him. In what way wasn’t important right now, all I knew was that I needed to see him.

I threw on a pair of longer sweats, and a hoodie. I grabbed my phone and as quietly as possible, tiptoed down the stair, then slipped into my boots and left.

Kira would need about ten minutes to get from Scott’s house to mine and I was walking in her direction to speed up the process. After a while I could already see the headlights of her car and I rushed to her. She stopped the car and I tore open the door to the passenger seat and got in in an instant. We briefly greeted us, but since the situation was pretty bad and we didn’t want to waste any minute, she made an U-turn and speeded down the road to where Scott lived. I could sense her giving me a side-eye, she must have noticed my red and puffy eyes.

,,Hey, (y/n) if-“

,,Not now Kira okay? I’ll tell you when this…situation…is over.”

She just nodded, dropping the subject for now and focused her eyes back on the road. This part of Beacon Hills wasn’t really a place for parties or night clubs, so luckily the roads were clear, not a single car driving by. We used that to our advantage and passed a few red lights. Normally that would make me go crazy, I’m someone who can’t do stuff like that. I always get nervous and think I get arrested immediately, even though that’s of course not going to happen. My friends always teased me about it, but I couldn’t stop it. Because of that, and Kira driving faster than the speed limit allowed, we managed to get to Scott’s house earlier.

When we stopped in front of it, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for whatever was going on inside.

Kira and I were walking to the front door when she suddenly stopped, which made me turn around and giving her a questioning look.

,,I just want to warn you. I know that you’ve always been his best friend and you’ve seen him at his worst but this…this is tough. Scott told me he never saw this side of Stiles, ever.

Kira’s words made me even more nervous and suddenly I felt the urge to turn around and run away. But I kept telling myself that This is Stiles and he needs me. So I just nodded at her and told her I can handle it.

Before we could press the doorbell, Scott already threw the door open and his face was completely pale. Without a word he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to him in a tight hug. I was thrown off a little bit, hence why I was so stiff, but after a few seconds I let myself relax and embraced him. Scott and I used to be really close – not as close as me and Stiles or him and Stiles – but definitely close.

Ever since the drama between me and our best friend took place, our bond kind of crumbled, so it felt good to be in his arms again, it was the kind of comfort I had missed. I had Kira, she was always by my side, but it still felt good to have a friend back that I knew since I was little, and one that I had missed dearly. The sound of glass shattering broke us apart. It came from the living room.

,,Look (y/n), Stiles is completely losing his mind. He came here about an hour ago, extremely drunk. He was crying, talking about how he broke up with Malia…because of you.”

My mind was racing. After my night with Stiles I was so focused on myself and Theo that I completely forgot that He had cheated on someone too.

,,Do you know about..?” I asked, not really sure how.

Scott nodded ,,But we have no time to talk about this now. If my mom comes back from her night shift and our apartment looks like a tornado has stormed through it, I’ll lose my head. You need to try to calm him down. I tried everything but he says he wants to see you. He’s being kind of scary but I’m here and I’m also sure he would never hurt you…physically. So don’t worry, okay?”

I swallowed hard, gathered all my courage and slowly walked into the living room. Kira and Scott stayed behind, so we had some kind of privacy but they were there if the situation escalated.

When Stiles heard my footsteps, he turned around and I watched his facial expression change from an angry one to a relieved one the second he realized it was me.

What can I say, he looked bad. Not as in unattractive, but as in exhausted. His brown hair was messy, due to him probably running his hands through it a thousand times, something he always did when he was nervous or upset. His eyes were red and puffy – similar to mine- and you could see dark shadows underneath them, a sign that he hadn’t slept properly. Looking at his clenched fists, I saw that his knuckles were bruised.

I didn’t really know what to do or what to say. All I could come up with was a single ,,Hi.”

Suddenly he sprinted towards me and I took a step backwards, not sure about his intentions. But then he threw his arms around me and I heard a loud sob. I was hit with the strong smell of alcohol mixed with his familiar cologne. I put my arms around his middle, holding onto him like he was my lifeline. And he was. For what felt like an eternity we just stood in the middle of the room, wrapped in each other, crying. The feeling that this was not right, that it was messed up, that I wasn’t supposed to hug him like that right now slowly crept up, and when I tried to let go he hugged me tighter, mumbling ,,Please don’t.” Even though my heart broke for him and seeing him this vulnerable almost made me forget everything else, I needed to stay rational. So I pushed him away from me harder this time.

He let me go, avoiding my gaze.

,,We can’t Stiles. I shouldn’t be this close to you.”

His jaw clenched, then he shook his head and started to laugh. It wasn’t his usual happy laugh. Not the one that was genuine and would make my stomach flutter. It was a dark, bitter one, one that send shivers down my spine.

,,Right. Because it’s wrong huh? Because we’re just friends and friends don’t hug each other. Or is it because we aren’t friends anymore? Or because we both cheated on our partners and fucked each other? And now you hate me, because I fucking broke your heart?” he spat, his harsh words feeling like knives cutting my skin.

He started walking around the room, his eyes landing on an empty beer bottle, one that he drank I assumed. He took it and played around with it in his hands, before slamming it onto the floor.

I jumped, the sound of the glass shattering all across the floor scared me.

,,Please stop Stiles, you’re scaring me.” I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes at the sight in front of me.

He slumped down on the floor his hands running through his hair and then resting behind his neck.

,,God I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, princess.” Usually, he used the nickname in a joking manner, but this time the tone wasn’t amused at all.

I approached him slowly, kneeling down behind him and hesitatingly placing a hand on his back.

The broken boy flinched, but knowing it was me, he carefully turned around. I looked at him, his face stained with tears, a look filled with sorrow it pained me more than anything else.

,,It’s okay” I whispered. He looked down at his hand, wearing a cold smile.

,,When I broke up with Malia, the first thing she did was laugh. She just…laughed in my face and I was so confused. She just looked at me and said that she knew all along. She said : ‘I knew you loved her’ . At first I tried to deny it…but she was right (y/n).”

My breath got caught in my throat and my heartbeat speeded up. Stiles looked back up at me, taking both of his hands and cupping my face with them.

,,God you drive me insane and you don’t even see it. It’s you (y/n). It’s always been you. I just didn’t know it back then.

I was so clueless, but the girl I want, the girl I need, was always right there in front of me.

It’s the girl that I met in kindergarten, where I used to pull at her hair and make her cry, just for me to cry right after too because I hated seeing you hurt. It’s the one that was the only person to spend lunch break in elementary school with me, because all the other kids would bully me. It’s the girl went through every damn stage of childhood with me, the one who never left my side. It’s the girl that I drive to school every morning, watching her sitting at the passenger seat, silently singing along to the songs on the radio and just thinking to myself how beautiful she is. It’s the girl that I can talk about everything and anything with, who makes me laugh like no one else can  and who laughs at my jokes that no one else laughs about.

It’s the one girl that has been with me through best and worst, thick and thin.

(y/n),you’re that girl. I love you.”

My heart swelled listening to his words and warm tears rolled down my face, which he wiped away with his thumb. The room was spinning, I felt dizzy and I think I forgot how to breath.

,,Please say something.” He whispered, our faces inches away from each other.

I couldn’t handle it. Our closeness, his confession. I was so confused, I didn’t know what I felt or what to say. I looked down and his hands left my face, then I quickly stood up.

,,I can’t do this.”

It wasn’t really mature but I went by my plans from earlier, storming off and leaving him slouched down on the living room floor. I ram out of Scott’s apartment, ignoring Kira’s or Scott’s calls.

It was raining like crazy and my vision was slightly blurry. I ran as fast as I could down the street, breathing heavily, when suddenly someone grabbed my wrist and whipped me around.

,,What the fuck?”

,,I could say the same to you (y/n)!” Stiles almost yelled, the sound of the pouring rain clattering on the hard asphalt making it harder to hear what the other person said.

,,Stiles just…you’re drunk okay!” I tried to free myself, but he tightened his grip around my hand, not hurting me though.

,,Yes, and? Do you really think that a few beers and some vodka are going to change everything I feel?! Because I can damn well assure you that they don’t! Why do you think I was drinking in the first place?!”

,,I want to believe you Stiles, I really do! But this would change everything!”

,,EVERYTHING IS ALREADY DIFFERENT! It has been for MONTHS now (y/n)!”

He let go of my wrist, rubbing his hands over his face, obviously frustrated.

,,AND I HATE IT STILES! I don’t see how we can go back to how it once was! I feel like I’m standing at a dead end here okay?! I just…I can’t. I can’t do this.”

I shook my head, yelling at him between sobs. This was all just getting too much for me. I had no idea what to do now. This situation was so messed up.

,,Look at me (y/n).” he said putting his index finger under my chin to lift my head.

,,Look at me and tell me you never want to see me again.”

[click here for part 16]
Goodbye (Joker x Reader)

This is my first oneshot (that I’m posting) so please take it easy on me! I did my best and feel free to send me requests!! I’m dying to get this blog up and running so please help a girl out and like/reblog maybe? I dunno! Let me know what you think guys thank you so much! 

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“How can you live with yourself? How can you sleep at night knowing that you took everything from me. You took my heart, my soul, my life. Was this all a joke to you?” Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared at the cold, expressionless face of the man you loved. Sure, you knew going into this that it was going to be difficult, he was the Joker for Christs sake! The Clown Prince of Crime, the King of Gotham City, the man who stole your heart. He was a bad man, one of the worst, that was for sure but he had always loved you and cared for you, or so you thought.

“I don’t know what you want me to say Y/N,” he said in a deep monotone voice. His icy blue stare pierced right through you. The eyes that once gave you so much kindness were now breaking you down.

“I’m leaving J. I’m going somewhere where you won’t be able to find me. I’m not your pet anymore. I’m going to live a life for myself. I’m going to get a nice job, and house, a man that actually loves me and cares for me. I’m going to be happy J. I’m leaving so that I can be happy. I’m leaving and even though you might not care, I do. I sacrificed everything for you and now it’s time to do something for me. No it’s time to stop loving you and to start loving myself. Bye J.” The tears were pouring and the hiccups were coming but you had to say it. You had to get that off your chest. “You’ve controlled me for too long. It’s my time now. It’s my time to be happy.”

“You won’t do that Y/N. You’re not going to leave, you’re not going anywhere,” he said calmly. “You couldn’t survive on your own Y/N. You need me.” He wouldn’t look at you, sitting at his desk in his office, rummaging through paperwork, anything but look at you. This all started when you walked in on him and some trampy blonde dancer from his club. His moans mixed with her screams of pleasure, that was the moment that ruined your life.

“That’s where you’re wrong J. See you’re wrong because before you, I had a normal life. I had a normal boyfriend who loved me, I had a normal apartment where I had all my normal things, I had a normal job where I made a normal amount of money. I was normal J. I miss normal…” Your voice dragged off as you felt the tears stop. You were just tired now. Tired of arguing, tired of begging, tired of loving. “Just tell me why. What did I do? Why wasn’t I good enough?” The trembling in your voice gave away how truly upset you were.

He looked at you with boredom in his eyes, clearly unaffected by your pleas for answers. “You were fine.” His brief, abrupt answer surprised you as you were simply expecting one of his fury filled gazes. “Are you done here Y/N? I have work to do and you’re being unreasonable. Go back to bed.” You gave him one last look before turning around and leaving the office. You beelined for the bedroom, throwing all your belongings into a bag and heading towards the front door.

“Goodbye J…” Your voice was soft and quiet and exhausted. Exhausted from this life of constant mayhem and chaos. You maybe one day wanted to start a family and this was no way to do it. This was dangerous and you couldn’t stay. Your family had a nice beach house down south, you could go down there until you found a job and finally got back on your feet. Stepping out of the house you took a deep breath. Revelled in the fact that you were a free woman, ready to live the life she always wanted. The walk to the bus stop was refreshing, calming, and extremely relaxing. You were worn out by all the emotions flying through you and couldn’t wait to get to the station.

This big coach bus pulled up in front of you. Ticket in hand, grin on your face you were excited to start this new chapter.

“Y/N what are you doing.” His voice sent chills down your spine, calm and furious. You didn’t even need to turn around and look at him to tell that his expression was filled with pure and utter rage, fists clenched, mouth in a tight line, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath.

“I told you I’m leaving J. This is me leaving. This is me doing everything I told you I was gonna do while you weren’t listening to me. I’m leaving far away from you and I’m not coming back.” You didn’t have it in you to turn around, to look into those eyes again. You couldn’t.

“Don’t you dare take one more step Y/N. Don’t you fucking dare. You think you can just leave me Y/N? You are so dumb to think you can just walk away.” You took one big breath and stepped on to the bus, turning away from this life forever. You could hear his angry yelling through the windows of the bus. You leaned your head against the cool glass window as the bus finally started to push forward, officially on your way way to starting a fresh new life.

“Goodbye J.”


Part 2 here!

anonymous asked:

what i got from the new video (apart from legit tears streaming down my face from laughter) is: phil wanted dan to feel his heartbeat but he didn't humour him, phil is the one (1) person in the world who finds dan's screaming genuinely cute which is probably one of the reason why dan screams so much, it's starting to be a real possibility that the neighbours did call the police on them once, the best way to embarrass dan is to get phil to moan, they make each other laugh so much i'll go cry

the best way to embarrass dan is to get phil to moan

I feel like this is both new and extremely important information. 

Like, honestly. Dan’s reaction to Phil moaning was everything. 

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JM: Una vez prometí cuidarte y respetarte para siempre, prometí estar contigo en la salud y en la enfermedad y hasta te dije.. hasta que la muerte nos separe. Me cansé de prometer cosas, y esas palabras las dicen solo personas que se aventuran en un solo viaje, en un nuevo viaje que no conoce ni el verdadero amor y que son movidos en ocasiones por la euforia del momento… esas palabras nos dan esperanzas y ya me cansé de vivir de ellas. Y aquí estoy, frente a la mujer que amo con todas mis fuerzas, con firmeza y seguridad.. diciendo que te amo María de Jesús, te amo este día y hasta el último, por eso estoy seguro que tu eres mi compañera ideal, mi amante .. mi mejor amiga. Mi corazón late por ti, y este día en que la vida nos da una nueva oportunidad te entrego mi corazón en tus manos, te entrego mi vida eterna para que viva junto a la tuya.

M: Un beso, una vida, un amor.. eso es lo que te prometo yo. Te prometo el amor sincero de una mujer que da la vida por el hombre que ama. Te prometo un segundo, un instante en el que la vida se vaya.. se vaya entre olas mágicas, te prometo una eternidad a tu lado. Una sonrisa, una lágrima.. el mundo, nuestro mundo. Voy a vivir para amarte, para cuidarte, para levantarte día tras día.. cuando el felices por siempre se nos llegue a escapar sin proponérnoslo. Te prometo calor cuando haga frío, confianza.. y mi arrepentimiento y mi capacidad de perdonar. Te juro Juan Miguel San Román ante este Dios y todos los que nos rodean y nos quieren que .. que te haré el más feliz de todos. Por siempre mi amor.. por siempre.

I got my first taste of post-election fear this morning when I walked into an all-white space of strangers, comprised mostly of men. And even though I had business to conduct, I couldn’t look any of them in the eye, I was scared of what they might say, of what their facial expressions would be, of what is now considered acceptable behavior in this warped American society. And as I sit here with real tears streaming down my face, I am pleading with you to look out and stand up for us, those who feel unwelcome and uncomfortable in Trump’s America. We need you in our corner. Please. This is my country too.

My Angel: Tom Holland x Reader

Requested:  Can you do an imagine where the reader had a fight with her family so she goes to Tom (who is her best friend) and she’s insecure and lonely and basically all she does is cry (I want angst lol) and all but Tom comforts her (yay fluff!) and they realise they have feelings for each other and then Tom calls her family and confronts them and takes her side (if that makes any sense)?


Your feet hit the pavement as tears the tears streamed down your face. You were sick of the bullshit your family had put you through. After the huge fight with them you ran to Tom’s house. The cold and rain didn’t help anything either. You felt numb as you made your way to the familiar house.

He was your best friend and your confidant. You called him, “C-can you open the-”, “I’m coming down right now.” He hung up and ran to the door. He pulled you in the house and gave you a warm embrace. “What happened love?”

“Jesus your all wet. Come on.” You started crying and he led you up to his room. “I’m going to get you some towels and you can change into one of my sweaters.”

He wrapped you in a towel and handed you a shirt and some of his shorts. “I’ll be back. Tea?”

“Y-yes please.” You sniffled. He smiled and ran down stairs. After hastily making the tea and nearly burning himself he walked back into the bed room. He froze at how beautiful you looked, even though you were still a bit wet. He loved the look of you in his clothes. “Here.” He handed you the hot cup of tea and sat beside you on his bed. 

“What happened?” He asked. You told him the huge spat you had with your parents and how they basically treated you like shit over your siblings. “Why can’t my parents be like yours? They treat you guys all the same-” You felt yourself getting worked up again and you cried. 

He took your mug out of your hand and placed it on his night stand. “Come here.” He hugged you and kissed your forehead. 

“Why are you so nice to me?” You asked. “What?”

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I've Always Hated That Lamp Anyway

Originally posted by yalica

(When the gif has no relevance to the fic but you use it anyway…)

Summary: Reader wakes up in the middle of the night, having a panic attack, and Chris comforts her.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Panic attack ??

A/N: I had this posted somewhere else but as I just deleted that account… It’s now on here.

 


I shot up, awake, in bed in a state of panic. There were tears streaming down my face and I was shaking.

I looked around the dark room for Chris - or Dodger - but they were both nowhere to be found.

With some struggle, I freed myself of the sheets and stumbled onto the floor.

I reached out in order to feel my way out of the room - or find the light switch - when I accidentally knocked over and broke the lamp.

The loud crash caused my heart to race even more and for my state of panic to rise.

When I looked down into the darkness, I felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over me and I was overcome by the feeling of falling.

Before I could actually drop to the ground, Chris scooped me into his arms, shushing me softly, “Hey it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here. I got you.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and buried my face into his shirt as he shifted us onto the bed.

He rocked me gently and whispered soothing words to me until I had started to calm down.

“You okay, princess? I’ve got you, okay? You know that I’ve got you.”

I sniffled a little before looking up at him with a teary smile, “I know. Thank you. And i’m sorry… you know, about the lamp.”

Chris chuckled and shrugged lightly, “I’ve always hated it anyway.”

premedjourney  asked:

During meditation (for for first time in many months) I started to cry? Just tears streaming down my face but it was a joyful cry, not a sad one and I really don't know where it came from as I was just focusing on my breathing but I feel a lot better now. Does this mean anything, is this what meditation is suppose to be? xx

This can definitely happen. Some people will have an experience of joy, others of sorrow. Some of fear, others of grace. Tears aren’t unusual either. 

Meditation is not supposed to be anything in particular other than focused and relaxed. Everything else that might occur is just part of the process. Even visions, colors, and sounds may manifest. Still just keep to the technique and let what comes come and what goes go. 

I would say your experience is confirmation that you are on the right path and practicing the technique correctly. 

Not every meditation will be like this. Some may be terrible or boring or dull. Who knows! But just keep meditating daily. Don’t be satisfied with anything other than supreme everlasting peace. 

Namaste :)

i. I was washing my hair in the shower and a sliver of you fell out, went right down the drain, and suddenly I can’t remember what shade of blue your eyes are
ii. I bought new sheets and tucked the old ones into a closet, left tiny pieces of you on that top shelf, forgot if the feel of your fingers were rough or smooth as they brushed my shoulder
iii. I shook another boy’s hand at a party and he accidentally took a fragment of you right out of the crease in my palm, and I didn’t hear your laugh in his
iv. I awoke in the middle of the night, tears streaming down my face, wiped a piece of you right off of my cheekbone, and I cannot recall the smell of your cologne on my pillowcase
v. laughing in the car with friends you never got to meet, I felt a shred of you roll off the tip of my tongue and onto the vinyl, and you didn’t cross my mind the rest of the night
—  losing pieces of you | s.c.l.

I don’t feel him anymore.
I don’t feel the pain or the sadness or the hurt he caused me.
I don’t feel the tears streaming down my face.
I don’t feel the touch of his fingers running down my skin, I don’t feel the numbness he caused when he kissed me…

But do you know what I do feel? Happiness. I feel my heart healing. I feel laughter coming out my mouth. I feel smiles in my face. I see blue skies and sunshine because he left and still, everything is okay.

I’ve gotten through a lot of things, and I am glad that I’ve gotten through this. I’ve learned to love myself without him loving me, I’ve learned that people will leave but they can not break you completely. You will grow, you will heal. You will get better and get stronger. You will survive.

—  A message to him — Me
“No More”

Carl Gallagher x Female Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Summery: Reader goes to the Gallagher’s after she’s abused by her father again and Carl takes care of her.

 I burst through the doors of the gallagher’s front door as tears stream down my face. My eyes and lips are swollen, and the amount of pain i’m in is unbearable.

“(y/n)?” I hear fiona’s voice say. I let out a cry for help and I hear her gasp as I’m guessing she sees the condition’s I’m in. “Oh my God (y/n)! Who did this? Was it him again?” I hear her voice crack. I nod and i feel her arms wrap around me as

I cry into her shoulder.

“Fiona? What hap-” I turn away as I hear Carl’s voice.

“No don’t let him look at me.” I plead at Fiona. “I look hideous.” I cry out even more.

“(y/n), did he hurt you again?…” Carl asks, his voice quiet and sad.

“Yes… He did.” I whisper back and I feel carl’s arms wrap around me from behind.

“You aren’t going back there. Not anymore, I won’t let you.” He says grabbing my hand. “Come on, I’ll help you get cleaned up.” I nod and try my hardest not to let Carl see me. I’m embarrassed. I’m ashamed. I’m ashamed to have let my father do this again. I’m ashamed that i’m crying in front of the boy I’ve liked since I was 10 years old. I’m ashamed that I look like this in front of him.

From what I can see, Carl leads me into his room where I barely see Ian and Lip in their beds doing whatever they do.

“Sit down, I’ll be right back with the first aid kit.” Carl informs me as I sit on his bed.

“(Y/n), He didn’t do this again… please tell me he didn’t..” I hear Lip’s voice. I begin crying again as I place my head in my hands.

“I’m gonna kill the bastard.” I hear Ian say as he gets up from his bed and starts throwing on clothes. Lip joins him.

“Guys I don’t want you to get hurt…” I choke out.

“(y/n), you are hurt, and that’s not okay and Lip and I need to do this.” Ian says kneeling in front of me. I feel him leave a kiss on my cheek as they leave the room.

A few minutes later, Carl comes back into the room.

“Sorry it took so long, I couldn’t find it at first.” He says as he kneels down in front of me just like Ian did. Carl places a cool, wet, cloth on the cuts on my face.

“Carl?… I can’t just invade in your house… Fiona has enough to worry about; you all do. I’d just be another mouth to feed.. I can’t stay here.” I cry, feeling guilty. I want nothing more than to stay, but it’s rude. It makes me feel horrible.

“Don’t even say that, you’re staying here okay?” I shake my head and my lip starts to shake.

“Carl I-I can’t-”

“Hey…” I his hands hold onto my face gently as he looks into my barely visible eyes.  “(y/n) I love you… I can’t see you get hurt again.”

My heart begins racing as I see Carl begin to cry.

“How can you love someone who always looks so broken? Every other day I have new bruises… That isn’t lovable.” He shakes his head as I finsih my sentence.

“No (y/n). You’re beautiful. I can’t fucking stand the bruises and that’s why I’m not letting you go back. No more bruises. No more.” he whispers as a couple tears fall from his eyes. I nod and hug him tightly.

“Lay down, get some rest.” He says laying me back and covering me with his blanket.

He gets up and starts to leave and I grab the sleeve of his shirt.

“Wait!… Please, stay…” I ask as he nods and gets into the bed with me. I lay on

Carl’s chest and listen to the beat of his heart.

“Carl?”

“Yes (y/n)?”

“I love you too.”

Originally posted by wickedpotterpictures

Requested by abbeyshadowhunter <3

Prompt: 2. “Please, I can’t be alone right now.” 4. “Did you ever love me?” 6. “Together?”

Dumbledore was that person in your life that could never be forgotten, who always made you laugh and always made you feel important. He was, to you, closer than any family you could ever have. Could’ve had.

“Please,” You begged, tears streaming down your cheeks “-I-I can’t be alone right now.”

He looked at you, a stoic expression on his face. You hiccupped, and finally he sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to his chest.

Your cries echoed in his ears, making his heart clench painfully. He tensed his jaw, grey eyes turning away to stare at anything but you.

There you were, crying your bloody eyes out and he couldn’t do anything about that. He had no idea how to stop the tears from falling out your beautiful (colour) pools, nor how should he make you and he feel just a bit better. Bitterness filled his mouth as you hiccupped again, frantically wiping the salty liquid away with your sleeve.

The warmth he provided was comforting, but not quite enough to fill the hole in your heart that his betrayal left. You wished he would say something. Anything. The silence was tearing you apart.

Alas, you couldn’t open your mouth to form a fluent sentence, and Draco wasn’t sure what he should say. He was afraid of making it worse; not knowing the fact that his silence was what was eating you away.

“D-…” You wheezed out, turning your red face to him. He saw the trails your tears left, how glossy your eyes were and how deep and rich the (colour) iris was. He noted your reddened and teeth marked lips, probably from biting them to stop the sobs “Did you ever even love me?” You choked out, another stream of salty tears pouring out your eyes like rain “Do the people I love mean nothing to you!?”

His eyes briefly shot away from your demanding ones to look at the Dark Mark on his wrist. Turning back to you, he gulped, his throat going dry.

“I did” He stressed “And I still do.”

“Then why?” Your voice became louder “Why-why did-you…you do it why?”

Again, his eyes flashed to the Dark Mark, his face turning into a grimace as his own tears threatened to escape.

“I had no choice.” He uttered out, his hold on you tightening. You bit your lip; suddenly your arms embraced him. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, sniffling. You vision blurred yet again, so shutting your eyes tightly you tried to somehow reassure him, but you weren’t so sure whether you could succeed or not.

“We’ll make it through this.” You heard his say through gritted teeth. “Together?”

A wave of nausea and grief washed over you, a new batch of tears pilling out.

“Together.” You mumbled into his neck.

 Requests are opened!

noblesseprime  asked:

Hey, I saw something that totallygandalf had written and wanted to see if you might... Work your magic? He wrote "Au where percy was the one who fell into tartarus, and annabeth didn’t go after him.
After he came back his eyes had lost their shine, still crinkled in a smile, yet empty, as if he’s not truly there"

he breaks down one night after getting so angry that the waves almost sweep half the forest away 

“You don’t know what I did… what I did to get back to you,” he says, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

she takes his face in her hands and puts her forehead to his, “I know you feel like you’re drowning but I’m right here. I’m right here and I want to help pull you out. All you have to do is take my hand.” 

he raises his head a bit so his eyes can meet hers, “First my anchor, now my life line. You ever gonna get tired of having to save me?” 

“Never, Seaweed Brain. Never.” 

Random Drabble Prompt

“If you leave me here, you’ll regret it.”

Originally posted by parkejimins

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Angst

A/N: So, a super long time ago, I saved a drabble prompt, and I decided to take a look at it again, and this line I couldn’t resist.


I was soaking wet, standing outside in the rain in front of a bus stop. My eyes were stinging red, with tears streaming down my face. My voice was shaky. “If you leave me here, Yoongi, you’ll regret it” I manage to choke out as the one who I thought was the love of my life starts walking down the sidewalk, opposite from my direction.

Once he hears my words, he stops dead in his tracks. He slowly turns his head and says over his shoulder, “(Y/N), I need to go.”

I can feel my heart sink even lower than it already has. “After all we’ve been through?! After almost two years of dating, the happiest years of my life, you’re just going to up and leave?! At least give me a damn reason! I deserve that much!” My words shot out of my mouth at rapid fire. My voice was constantly cracking and I was beginning to shake with anger and sadness. Yoongi lets out a long sigh, keeping his back towards me.

His voice cracks as he says, “Goodbye, (Y/N).” He continues to walk down the dimly lit sidewalk, rain still pouring down. He doesn’t dare look back. And after what felt like the most agonizing 30 seconds of my life, he was gone; Never to be seen again.

I collapsed to ground in tears as I let the rain continue to pour on my body, which now felt numb and empty.


Sorry it was so short! But I hope you guys liked it! Thanks for reading! ♡  

-Kat ღ