Send me two or more characters and a number and I’ll write a drabble / ficlet.

(Some of these are from my brain; some of them are from this dialogue generator.)

  1. “Can I kiss you?”
  2. “I can’t let you do that.”
  3. “You came back.”
  4. “I’m flirting with you.”
  5. “Are you drunk?”
  6. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”
  7. “How long has it been?”
  8. “I’ll be right over.”
  9. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
  10. “I just want this.”
  11. “You don’t need to protect me.”
  12. “You can’t protect me.”
  13. “Have you ever wanted to hate someone?”
  14. “I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.”
  15. “Please don’t argue.”
  16. “I did a pregnancy test.”
  17. “I didn’t know you could sing.”
  18. “Do you ever think we should just stop this?”
  19. “Come home with me.”
  • Sam: Dean! Stop! Please, I know you. This isn't who you are, I know you're in there somewhere.
  • Demon!Dean: *laughs*
  • Demon!Dean: Oh Sammy. I'm me, that's something you have to understand. Dean isn't somewhere floating in the subconscious. You can't separate me from him. We're the same.
  • Demon!Dean: *turns his back to Sam*
  • Sam: *comes up from behind him and slips the Samulat over his neck*
  • Demon!Dean: *looks down at the Samulat*
  • Dean: Sammy?
Honestly fuck this open carry law

It scares the shit out of me. I don’t care if it’s for “self defense”, it doesn’t need to be taken to that measure. A lady came into work today with a gun on her hip and I had to go to the bathroom because I started crying from having a panic attack. She was there for 2 hours. 2 whole fucking hours and I was staring at her the entire time. But I can’t say anything because even though it makes me uncomfortable it’s completely legal. And I live in Texas with a bunch of crazy red neck fucking white people so of course it got passed. Can someone please just shoot me so I can stop being so scared all the time.

changed in an instant

an: I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to stop crying at the idea of captain hook holding his newborn daughter. thanks to @swans-and-pirates for encouraging me! <3

Everything happens so fast.

One minute, he’s sound asleep, woken by Emma’s insistent grip on his forearm, and the next, he’s standing in the hospital room at three in the morning, watching as the doctor gives the squealing red infant to her mother.

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Won't beg.

It’s hard actually when you try to avoid someone that you used to talk everyday,tell you stupid story,laugh for nothing and so on. When you have to pretend like you don’t care at him anymore but at the same time,you really wanna ask him a simple question like “dah makan?” “Sihat harini?” Just to make sure that he is okay.

It’s hard,people. I’m crying because this is not me who avoiding people,make people feel like they are doing something wrong to me so that i treat him bad.

It’s hard,but i still doing it and i won’t stop.

Because i don’t want to beg for someone to stay in life eventhough i didn’t say “Stay,please.” But i know,the longer our relationship,the deeper my feeling get and yes,i’ll be hurt one day. Actually,we shouldn’t meet from the start. I’m tired of fighting to my own feeling,lying to myself,pretend like i don’t fall in love.

I do this,because i love myself more. I won’t beg for people to love me or stay. I won’t beg. But yes,i’ll be leaving and you don’t need to worry.

Now,I’m trying to love myself,appreciating myself,be success in my study,get my grades back,be beautiful for my own. I won’t ask people to love me because i could love myself more way better. Family is enough. Ummi and abah are enough for me to love me. My girl-friends are enough to stay when i need them the most. Goku? For sure.

So yes it’s hard but i hope it’s worth it somehow. And saving my heart and feeling at the first place is a must.

Because no one will do that as at the end of the story,people will only save their life.

Like what i’m doing now.

So I just finished Twist and Shout...

Despite all the warnings all over tumblr that it would rip out my heart, I read it. 

I knew how it was going to end before I started… I knew it, but I still read it…





See you then.

I want to tell you how I feel so badly. I want us to look in each others eyes when we’re alone as I’m about to say it. I want you to lean in and kiss me right before I do and never stop. I want you to grab me and stop me from crying over the fact that you’ll be gone soon. I want to tell you that every time I see you my hearts feel like a humming bird, that every time you look at me it feels like a zap of electricity, that when I make you smile it’s like watching the most beautiful sunset in the world. I want you to tell me you’re afraid I’m going to forget you just like I’m afraid you’ll do to me. I want you- period.
—  a broken heart

#11 “I have been in love with you my entire life.”
#20 “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Even when people are against it. Even then. Especially then!”
#38 “Don’t say you love me.”

You never believed that Sirius was a murderer.
And you were right.
With tears in your eyes you’re reading the letter from Remus and memories rushes through you.

“Sirius, please..”
“No, just go away.” Sirius hisses, pushing your hands away. “Go and find someone else.”
“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Even…”
“Don’t say you love me.” With this words he apparates and you collapse on the floor, crying and shaking.

Nervous you stand in front of the Black house as it finally appears.
“(Y/N)?” Sirius whispers shocked and you nod, pulling the thin man in a hug.
“I knew it, I knew it.” You mumble over and over again in the crook of his neck.
Then finally he puts his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily while his hands wander under your shirt.
Impatient you undress each other, your panties’ soaking already wet.
Nothing has changed.
You don’t need much words to understand each other or to know what the other want.
Sirius carries you on the table and buries slowly himself in your wet folds, wanting to enjoy the feeling.
“Oh Sirius.” You moan as he thrusts in steady, powerful rhythm in you.
It doesn’t take long to build up your pleasure, both of you groaning in each other faces.
Sirius’ movements become erratic, his pulsing cock twitching. With your name on his lips he spills himself onto your walls, sending you with him over the edge.
Gentle Sirius kisses you while he slides out of you.
“I’ve been in love with you my entire life.” He whispers rough and you giggle quietly about his nostalgia.
“I love you, too.”

single dad AU where the parents are called to the school because Makoto’s kid made Sousuke’s kid cry. Sousuke gets there first and literally looks like he’s ready to fight this seven year old girl, but Makoto arrives and Sou is just like “Holy sh*t Tachibana are you sure this is your daughter” because they haven’t seen one another in years but he remembers Makoto as that really kind and apologetic (if not boring) guy from Iwatobi and this girl is just awful and bratty and two faced

they sort out the issue at the school office and Makoto offers to take them all out to dinner to unwind and maybe even catch up. His daughter makes Sousuke’s kid cry again at the restaurant and both parents are just sighing very loudly and Sousuke is lowkey givin Makoto a look like “what is wrong with ur kid” but Makoto himself looks super wrung out. The kids fall asleep on the train ride back and Sousuke and Makoto kind of admit to one another how hard it is raising these kids by themselves, you know????

anyway they find that they live near one another (surprise) which means forced play dates on the days Makoto can’t find anyone to look after his daughter, and Sousuke trying to deal with the girl that seems to make a game out of making his kid cry


- Emma crying because she doesn’t know how to say goodbye to the man that tore down her armour piece by piece; the man she now knows for certain is her true love.

- Killian crying because he’s trying to be brave for her, but this is the last time he is ever going to see the women that is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, his true love.

- Killian kissing Emma’s hand as it slips from his grasp and they’re both trying to hold on and desperately trying to keep their fingers clasped together as the elevator separates them and panic sets in and wOULD SOMEONE PLEASE JUST STOP THE ELEVATOR I CANT TAKE THIS. DID I EVEN ASK FOR THIS. SHOW ME WHERE I ASKED FOR THIS

My handbrace is working. Less pain in one night? Oh YES!

And I tested how the numbness was by sketching something really quick before I feel it. Results: numbness still there but not bad. Not bad at all.

It was just a small, random Nyx portrait on a small piece of paper. I hope you guys are not tired of him because I do draw him a lot in the past recent days lol. 

Why do I feel guilty spamming Kingsglaive stuff?

I’m still crying on the inside because I can’t finish Bookworm Part 2 anytime soon. and please someone stop me from drawing stuff because my hand needs to heal

Suga Just Stop, PLEASE :'(

Is it wrong that I die EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME I WATCH THIS FROM 1:19-1:28?

SUGA STOP FUCKING WITH ME OMG ASDFGHJKL. FEELS OTL. THAT LIP BITE THOUGH :’( Someone hold me, I’m crying. I’m pretty sure this isn’t even legal D; *BOOM* Did you hear that A.R.M.YS? That was the sound of my ovaries exploding… ALSO AT 3:30-3:34 HOLY FUCK, THESE BOYS GIVE ME TOO MANY FEELS. THIS IS NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY ACCEPTABLE! AND 2:18-2:20… UMMM EXCUSE ME JIMIN, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?

- Admin Lush 

oh my god i just remembered…i’ve untrained myself from thinking about this as a barrier in fiction it’s so ugly to me that i don’t often realize…victorian holmes and watson have this added level of pining where they are literally afraid of telling each other because the other might literally disgusted an d horrified with them and hate them i hate this i hate this they love eac h other they literally think who they are might cause the other disgust i am truly crying please please someone stop this from happening to me ever again 

She had been chasing after cranky and mischievous twins all day, despite the need to get them to a sitter so she could spend time with her tributes. Neither had taken too well to that idea, both running in various directions as she tried to dress them so much so that both were in a state of casual chaos. Marley at least had her tshirt on and her nappy, Gabe merely running commando around their floor yelling his usual battle cry of defiance as she chased after him. “Gabe…Gabriel!” she called, trying to sound like she meant it. As she heard someone come in she stopped, “Hi, come in, won’t be long–” she replied, presuming it was the sitter. As she heard a crash and the sound of something breaking following by a soft “ut oh–” from Marley she stopped, closing her eyes. “Please tell me that is not a broken vase, they’ve broken three already today, please tell me, please..please.” she chanted, knowing no matter what she would open her eyes to find a shattered vase and two innocent faces. 

inspired by control by halsey

from when you were small, you had this voice in the back of your head. you knew from the start that it wasn’t you, and that it was someone else. you could remember that day from when you were only five years old; you were taking a walk with your parents in the park. one minute you were giggling, the next you were thrashing, screaming and crying. you saw him, eyes completely dark, and you could feel them staring into you. you couldn’t stop screaming, “please! stop!” you tried to shake from his tight grip on your shoulders, but he wouldn’t let up, “you’re scaring me!” when suddenly he was gone. the sky turned into a glowing blue and you could see your parents staring at you in shock. you had no idea why and how that happened, you had hoped not to see him again. 

but here you were, standing in front of your demon, you completely in shock. “hi there, my name’s michael.” that monster, who had haunted you for years, was introducing himself? “you monster!” you shrieked, your patience on edge, “who do you think you are, causing nightmares for fifteen years, and you’re introducing yourself?” “it’s my job! i can’t help this awful energy! if not, i’ll be banished!” you were getting furious, and you couldn’t stop your yelling. you were shaming him, accusing him of using you to not get banished, blaming him for letting the thought of his ego worth more than your sanity. you saw him cringing and shrinking his size until he’s crouched over. “goddamn right, you should be scared of me, you freak!“ 

on the other hand, you would have never thought of ever laying on your bed, with your demon on top of you, sucking and biting into the skin of your thighs. you moaned underneath him, completely submissive. he laughed as he heard the noises coming from your mouth and said, ”who is in control now, sweetheart?“

for @softpunked and @canihave5sos‘s demon!5sos blurb night !!

bloody-bee-tea  asked:

36 with Ironfalcon please :P

36 - “Don’t move, it’ll be okay.”

Tony’s heart threatens to explode. He hurts all over, but the painful way his heart hammers against his ribs numbs everything else.

Sam took a hit. One moment he’d been giving Cap intel on their enemies, the next Tony had heard a cry of pain from Sam’s line.

And the horrible sound of something (someone) crushing into concrete.

Tony is yelling into the comm, calling Sam’s name with urgency. He’s yelling at JARVIS to “hurry up and give me his vitals, god damn it!” while he’s rushing to Sam’s last known location.

Please be okay, Tony repeats in his head. Please be okay, please-

He turns right sharply at JARVIS’ advice, heart thundering in his chest – and then it stops when he spots the fallen figure.

Sam is lying motionless on the ground. Tony fears for an endlessly long moment that he’s dead and he practically falls out of the suit as soon as it opens, stumbling to get to Sam.

He drops to his knees beside his boyfriend, hands already reaching out but stops himself. He sucks in a breath and reminds himself to calm down, then lets his eyes wander over Sam’s body to cataloging his injuries.

The wings are bent and broken. Sam lies on his back and the most prominent injury Tony can see is the head wound, which is bleeding profusely.

“JARVIS, give me something”, Tony demands, all too aware of how much his voice is shaking.

Just as JARVIS lists off all of the injuries he detects, Sam’s eyelids flutter and he groans. Tony bends forward, cups his face with his hand and his heart skips yet another beat when Sam looks up at him.

His gaze is clouded with pain but he’s awake.


Tony feels tears stinging in his eyes, tears that threaten to spill over, especially when Sam musters a smile and croaks: “Hey.”

“Hey”, Tony says back, fingers stroking over Sam’s cheek. “Don’t move. It’ll be okay.” He smiles back wobbly, but he believes his own words. It will be okay. Behind them, Tony hears Steve shouting for an ambulance, but what matters more is that Sam is alive and breathing.

The rest will heal.

Things we do:

• watch Vines together in the afternoon and laugh till we cry + we always tickle each other until someone says “stop please” / just to seek revenge seconds after
• walk distantly from each other when exploring the city but then suddenly he pulls me closer and give me a forehead kiss or a kiss if no one’s watching.
• always watches out for me crossing the streets (because I don’t look at both sides and he freaks out about it)
• we buy each other’s favorite chocolates randomly and surprise each other every time (snickers can make him so happy)
• sarcasm is the natural tone of our conversations
• I always wake up earlier, he lies his head on me while I read