So a scene popped in my head and it was this. What if for some reason the Falcs (and Bitty) are at Bad Bobs or Jack is skyping his parents and Bob asks the Falcs how the family skate went and this conversation happens.
Someone on the Falcs(Probably Poots): Yeah, Bad Bob, can I just call you Bob, the family skate was great we all ate a lot of pie because Jack’s boy…(turns to Jack and whispers wait does he know about…you know?)
So Jack smirks looks at his father and does this.
Jack: Dad I’m gay
Bob: WHAT OH MY GOD! ERIC! Did you know the man you are dating is gay?
Alicia: What is going on, Bobby, what’s with all the yelling?
Bob: Did you know our son is gay?
Alicia: Oh damn, does his boyfriend know?
Meanwhile Bitty is dying of laughter and the Falcs are in various degrees of amusement/confusion. While Jack is rolling his eyes fondly. After Bitty stopped laughing he turned to Jack and said “Wait you’re gay?” Bob lost it.
The apartment looked strangely daunting with nothing in it. Where everything once had its place, there is now nothing: the coffee table - a moving-in gift from your mother - had been sold, alongside the couch and the bed, the fridge sold, and all your groceries that had once sat inside lined up on the kitchen counter. Even your dying house plant had been thrown away that very morning, despite your long-time love for the greenery. The entire place felt as though it had been gutted, hollowed out. This was your home for nine years. Now, you stood in a place you no longer recognised.
You sighed. On the counter, partially hidden beneath the insuperable mountain of groceries, your phone lit up with a series of new text messages. Since you’d called three months earlier to announce to your family that you’d be returning home, your mother hadn’t left you alone on the subject. You knew she only wanted to help, but endless phone calls and text messages offering you ideas of what to do with your leftover furniture and belongings were erring on the edge of annoying.
Still, no matter how lonesome the apartment felt, you couldn’t get over the idea of returning home. In a few weeks, someone new would find themselves settled between these walls, and you would be at home, telling tales of your adventures to all those you hadn’t seen in however-many-years.
Excitement bubbled and rose. You could almost forget about the dismissal of your house plant and the loss of your small, albeit comfortable, English home.
With one final scan over the place, you placed your suitcases by the door. Most of your heftier possessions had already been shipped back to America, where they would sit in the spare room of your parents’ house until you found a decent place to live. Tomorrow, when you flew out, you’d take with you only your clothes and bare necessities. Tonight would be a night slept on a borrowed air mattress.
By the evening of 30 April, the queen heard the horrifying news that her brother Anthony and her son Richard Grey had been arrested and that the king was in the power of Gloucester, and uncle he hardly knew. Taking her remaining royal children with her, she fled into sanctuary at Westminster Abbey. Mancini reports that the queen and Dorset tried first to raise troops, whereas Crowland tells us that unnamed supporters of the queen stood by the queen at Westminster while supporters of Hastings collected in London. Lionel Woodville, who had been at Oxford on 26 April, had joined his sister in sanctuary by 9 June, as reported by a private letter from Simon Stallworth to Sir William Stonor. […]This is a good time to pause and ask, was there a Woodville plot against Gloucester? We have only Gloucester’s word for it, and on balance, it seems unlikely. Mancini, a foreigner with no reason to cover up evidence of such a plot if he believed one, clearly was sceptical, and Crowland explicitly described Rivers[Anthony Woodville] and the rest as innocent. Furthermore, Anthony’s unguarded actions belie such a plot. Had he been planning to destroy Gloucester, it hardly seems logical that he would have taken no precautions when he met the duke at Northampton. Indeed, there was no reason why he should have gone to Northampton at all when he could have been making his way with charge to London, and to the rest of the Woodvilles instead. His men at Stony Stratford were equally unprepared for trouble, and surrendered Edward V to Gloucester with no resistance. As for the queen, while her flight into sanctuary has been taken by some as consciousness of guilt, flight can be indicative of fear as well. Having lived through the events of 1469 to 1471, which included her husband’s exile and the murders of her father and brother, Elizabeth had every reason to fear for her future once she heard of the events in Northampton and Stony Stratford.
Susan Higginbotham - The Woodvilles: The Wars of the Roses and England’s Most Infamous Family.
I moved on and the world opened for me, the thought of you use to make me cave in, gave you a chance but you throw it all away, the tables turned and there’s nothing left to say, done being a wall you lean against..
Wouldn’t mind being prayed for over my ability to be a witness. One of my oldest friends is a deist who can’t wrap his mind around our salvation being based on grace through faith, and not based on merits, i.e. all your good thoughts, words and deeds weighed against all your bad thoughts, words and deeds. And every time he questions me about it I turn into a blubbering inarticulate moron.
falling for Eric but not wanting to get involved with him because you’re
divergent. Eric keeps a close eye on you during training and begins to suspect you
may be divergent, this causes him to rebel against Max and Jeanine during the
take over and smuggle you out of Dauntless because he’s fallen for you as well.
Requested by anon: hi!! can i request a tomxreader where tom and
reader are dating (like for 4 months or something) and she is also an actress
and is in spiderman hoco and she’s always seeing zendaya flirting with tom (i
love zendaya but please) and she get jealous and they have a huGE fight but
ends with fluff. (is it too much?? Sorry
A/N: stuff in italics are the readers thoughts :)
zendaya is a queen and never in her life has she done something wrong and she probably will never do anything wrong but sometimes u gotta do it for the fic
The sounds of the bustling film set filled your ears as you
waited for Tom. People hurried about, the director calling specific actors and
the crew rushing to get everything ready. It was quite the sight, one that you
had grown fond of in the couple of weeks that you had already spent filming the
new Spider-Man film.
After years of listening to a band, I came to discover many other similar artists I absolutely love! But there’s always that warm feeling when you have your music on shuffle and a rise against song comes on. It’s like im back home, or.. something
its hard to live in with parents who have no understanding about self harm and mental illness. when all you do is trying to take care of yourself, when you have a war inside you, they want things from you. and if you dont you becaome selfish, lazy, self centered prick. its hard to live with parents who jokes about self harm, when thats what you are fighting against. and its hard to live with a mother who says “i am sick of coming with you to your therapy sessions, you are fine just be okay get better and dont make me come here again” or when the doctor diagnosis you who says “she is okay she is just having through adoloscence” but be silent when the doctor asks “does every kid in teenage year cut himself” its hard to live with my parents as me, tea is is what i crave for after a breakdown it helps me. but according to them im just a girl who locks herself in bathroom, then get out have a cup of tea and staying on the internet till the morning. according to them i cant have tea when its midnight, but urges and breakdowns dont care if it’s 5 am, 3 pm or midnight. they just come and you fight. its hard to live with friends who underestimate what you accomplished, who don’t give a shit if your recovery is hard or not. it’s hard to be around them, because all they do is telling me about other people’s accomplisments and then say “they do that and we do nothing”. no you may do nothing but i dont. i have constant battles. i fight against self harm urges and mental illnesses. and you have no idea how hard it is. its hard to live with mental illness and self harm issues. because no one sees your battles. they dont have to but god know this hurts like hell. fighing against the bad thoughts, the urges, trying to be quite while you are having breakdown, concealing your tears. this is a silent battle. somehow, you feel proud, you feel strong because you do an amazing job. but you can’t celebrate yourself. because when you do they say nothing about it, no appreciation, no “im happy for you”, no “keep going’s”. just awkward silences. when you try to take care of yourself, you be self centered. you be cocky. you accept yourself, you accept your flaws yet they call you arrogant, you care about your recovery you become selfish. its hard to live with mental illness and self harm issues with people like them around you. you can’t feel good about yourself. you can’t celebrate yourself. you can’t be proud of yourself. because when you do; they call you selfish they call you arrogant they call you self centered they call you mean they call you cocky and god knows what else.
Have you ever had any suicidal thoughts? I've been having quite a lot recently, and I was wondering if you had any advice for me...
Yes I have, and so have many others that you never would even imagine. It’s a normal thing. I know it seems like the easiest way to end all of your problems and make it all go away…but sometimes the easiest isn’t always the best. In this case, it’s certainly the worst decision! Speaking against suicide has become almost a tired subject at this point, as sad as it sounds. Nobody believes in the cliches anymore bc they are overused, but that doesn’t make them any less true. All the devastation and begging and fighting against ending your life should tell u something!! There’s a part of yr mind that will advocate you to do the wrong things. It’s like an evil spirit that only exists to say that u are worthless and u will fail and u might as well just die. A good step is remembering that whenever u start to have those thoughts, that it’s an entirely separate person. Everytime they enter yr mind, you need to either ignore it or talk back…say that those thoughts aren’t true and that spirit is wrong. It seems odd, but simplifying something into a metaphor can make it less powerful. Whenever I think of suicide now, my mind immediately jumps to everything that I might miss out on. It seems worthless to give up the only lifetime u are guaranteed to have. Most problems will go away and the ones that don’t, u can live with. A lot of them will even make you stronger. The more u fight against yr bad thoughts, the quicker they will leave. Stay busy and make it a point to leave a positive/lasting impact on the world. Every human is needed, whether u believe it or not. U’ve got so much time to have fun and build the person that u are!!! Focus on that. And u can come talk to me if ya need anything ^_^
-Have you bought any more paintings recently?
-Have I? Yes..I picked up a little Piper. A good one I think.
-I’m still trying to work out what makes good things good.
It’s hard, isn’t it?
-The thing is, Jenny, you know, without necessarily being able to
explain why. See, you have taste. That’s not half the battle. That’s the whole war.
Generally Cullen doesn’t like surprises. Partly because this is simply his nature: he loves following rules, having the control of the situation how much as possible, having detailed plans. He’s a soldier, first, and he knows this. Besides, for him is more simple fights against nightmares, withdrawal and bad thoughts if he can feel he has an organized agenda.
He adores planning a little surprises for his Inquisitor. He wants her to know that despite their complicated and busy lives, he really cares about her. And he thinks about her. A lot.
Sometimes, he writes little affectionates notes he hides in her bag before she leaves Skyhold. Other times, when the Inquisitor returns she finds a hot bath, a smiling Commander and a good dinner in her bedroom. Some surprises are more… intimate, like when he gets a massage after/before they have making love for helping her to relax /sleep, using parfumed freesia (her favourite flower) oil. Once, after Adamant, he sent her an invitation for a private dinner in his tower and when she arrives, still a little sad and a little tired because of bad dreams, the Inquisitor found a typical Ostwick dinner and a bunch of flowers of field. And, later in bed, he sang for her, embracing her hold. She cried a little, but the next morning she woke up similing and she kissed him and… well, he had his reward for his kindness.
And he thought surprises aren’t a bad things.
Uuuughhhhh… it’s so hard writing in another language. Please, sorry for mistakes or mess!!!
This is my personal opinion about Cullen and surprises. Maybe he doesen’t like they, but surely he’s a master for organize one.