am i right about the 'let' thing yet or...

it’s getting messy. lex calls me on tuesday and leaves a voicemail. “i know you’re ignoring calls right now but we miss you.” i listen to that six times in a row and almost text back. everything sounds fake. what am i gonna say. sorry yet again i made you feel like you don’t matter to me. even the sun doesn’t matter to me. even my own body. i mark the message as “unseen” and hope i one day have the energy. getting back is always so many steps, so many apologies. the little things pile up. sorry about that time i let you down. oh and the other one. oh and those small things you never mentioned but we both know bother you. i want to fix things. i do. but i just don’t know how to.

anonymous asked:

Hooray, requests are open! Can I ask this? Through a magic, an experimental food or just a dream RFA, V, Saeran became MC's pet. What kind of animal they be, what will be their funny habits and how MC treats them? From their POV if it's possible. Feel free to reject my idea. Anyway, I want to say that your writing is great, so funny and sweet! Thank you!

Thank you so much! Hope you like these~ 

Zen: (Hamster)

  • He knew he shouldn’t have eaten that take out last night
  • Now it was morning and he was a hamster lost in his own bedsheets
  • He goes to find you in the kitchen
  • You’re busy cooking breakfast so he tries to get your attention by nibbling on your heel
  • You get freaked out, not expecting a hamster in the house
  • You grab a broom and he bolts
  • After a long chase around the house, you realize he does kind of look like Zen
  • Finally the misunderstanding is cleared up and you both decide to wait it out
  • You were kind of gushing over him
  • You kept petting him while he ate and tugging his rat tail
  • One time he got really annoyed and bit you
  • You tapped his nose and he got really offended
  • He really wants to work out–even in hamster form–so he crawls into one of those hamster balls
  • He’s having a blast until he gets stuck between the couch and the wall
  • His pride dies a little when you get him out

Yoosung: (Rabbit) 

  • You had left the room for second
  • Something happened in that second, and before Yoosung knew it, he was small, fluffy and had huge ears
  • He was a little upset until you started showering him with affection
  • Petting his fur, hugging him gently, cradling him
  • He’s terrified he’s going to get stuck somewhere, so he’s following you around the house wherever you go
  • When he follows you to the kitchen, you get him some carrots and give it to him
  • You’re recording as he’s eating cuz his tiny mouth is just moving in such a cute way
  • You put him in a bunch of outfits
  • And he’s super upset, but he can’t say anything
  • One time, his angry bunniness gets the better of him and he nips at you
  • But he feels bad immediately and hops in your lap and nuzzles your stomach as an apology
  • Unfortunately, that’s also when he turns back into a human
  • Well, now he’s on top of you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jaehee: (Mouse)

  • She was just drinking her coffee when somehow she was as big as her mug
  • Lets out a loud squeak of disapproval
  • She knew if you came in and found a mouse on the table, you would freak and probably kill her or something
  • So, she started making letter shapes out of the crackers on the table
  • When you came home, the letters, “I am Jaehee” were spelled out so you were pretty updated
  • You were still squeamish about holding her
  • But you would slowly slid pieces of cheese across the table
  • She hated cheese, so she would just push it away politely
  • Instead, you ease up and give her a small spoon of jam or fruit
  • Somehow you started opening up about your day and troubles, and she was forced to listen because she was trapped on the table
  • You get a little courage and start stroking her head, and eventually she curls into a ball and gets the sleep she finally deserves

Jumin: (Corgi)

  • He wakes up in the morning and reaches out a hand to pet Elizabeth on the bed
  • Only, he sees a paw land on her head
  • She turns to him and freaks out
  • He calls after her, but only a “bork” comes out and he realizes what happened
  • Being a dog did not stop him from wearing a tie
  • This was the only way you also knew it was Jumin
  • You were expecting more, but he’s like a cat in a dog’s body to be honest
  • He starts scratching at the cabinet with wine, and you quickly put it out of his reach
  • “You already made wine for cats. You want wine for dogs now.”
  • You see his tail start wagging and you look into the distance, “I’m sorry, Jaehee.”
  • The cutest thing is when he waddles up the stairs
  • You really can’t help yourself and you pinch his fluffy, wiggling butt
  • He stops and turns his head and gives a disgruntled bark before running away
  • Really likes it when you rub his belly though 

Seven: (Parrot)

  • He was chilling at your apartment on his computer
  • You had stepped out for a second, and a lot of time had passed
  • He got up to get a snack and realized he was actually in the air…and had feathers
  • You returned from the store and freaked out when you saw him
  • You had left the window open, so you assumed something got in
  • He started flying around her, chirping “707”
  • He almost got swatted a few times before you understood
  • He tries to get some HBC, but you keep shooing him away
  • You weren’t sure if parrots could have them or not, so you only gave him crackers
  • He was salty eating his salty crackers, “Saeyoung doesn’t want a cracker.”
  • He doesn’t like you touching his feathers, so he flies away
  • He accidentally lands on a remote and music starts playing on the speakers
  • Cue cute birb head bopping
  • Honestly, he was such an annoying twerp the whole time, and you were so glad when he turned back normal

Saeran: (Kitten)

  • He was taking the most glorious nap, and when he woke up he was literally trapped in blankets
  • He tries to groan as he untangles himself, but instead he hears a meow
  • When he stretches he sees a paw, and he knows what happened
  • The first thing he does is find building blocks and spell out what happened
  • By the time you find him, you’re already informed
  • He wishes you hadn’t
  • You keep trying to do cute stuff with him, and he’s not having it
  • He hides most of the time…unless you’re feeding him a small little bowl of ice cream
  • At one point, you settle on the couch and pet him
  • He’s about to run away, but you hit just the right spot and he’s purring
  • He’s also freaking out inside his head, “Am I purring?”
  • Lets out yet another purr
  • Freaked out even more when he switched back to being human and was still purring
  • There was a side effect where he kept meowing at random times of the day
  • You adored it, but Saeran was so done with this

V: (Fish)

  • He was lucky you were there the moment he turned into a fish
  • You hurriedly put him in a bowl of water
  • Poor guy can’t see well even as a fish so he keeps bumping into the glass
  • He has trouble eating the food you give, but sometimes you’ll put it in a net so he can find it better
  • He’s loving the aesthetics you keep putting in the tank though
  • He would blow out happy bubbles every time something was added
  • He loved when you gave his head a gentle pat once in awhile
  • But he was bored with being a fish after a while, and was glad when he turned back
  • But…he did have a strange craving for seaweed after the incident

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oh hey so just a head’s up that apparently Tapastic has made a weird decision about Right of First Refusal on their ToS and while it’s all kind of, confusing as to what it all means I may be taking TPoH down from the site if it seems like a Bad Time? because I am really trying hard to get volume 2 to be a thing and frankly I don’t got time for confusing legal nonsense, that said I really don’t know what even is the deal with this yet so I don’t want to jump start any panic- if anyone has a better notion of ‘what the fuck’ please let me know!

edit: haha oh wow I’m out bye tapastic sorry folks I don’t take no chances

(also just to clarify this isn’t me leading an example or wanting in any way to start drama over all this, but there are certain things currently in the works for my comic right now and I cannot afford to jeopardise opportunities that I’ve worked towards for literal years, so, it’s been fun and it was a nice site to post on as a rule but I’m calling it quits while the going is good)

Servants ~ A Zhang Yixing Series

A Zhang Yixing royal life AU

Not requested

Genre: Angst // Romance

Member: Zhang Yixing (Lay)

Summary: (of this series) As an upcoming king, Zhang Yixing has always had many pressures and expectations as the only heir to the royal throne. As his servant, he never acknowledges you. What happens when he suddenly does?

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three, coming soon}

Wiping the sweat off his forehead with his pocket handkerchief, Yixing sighs as he looks out to how far his golf ball had traveled. 

“Great one son,” his father says as he positions himself to take his swing. “Qualities of a King. Being great at everything.”

Yixing rolls his eyes. Just because he’s good at golf doesn’t mean he’ll be good at being a king. After a few more swings and compliments, he excuses himself and leaves to go back to where the castle is. 

Stepping out of the bathroom after a steaming bath dressed with his wet hair slicked back due to him running his hands through his hair, he sits by the window and sighs. Looking out the window, he spots his soon-to-be kingdom.

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Originally posted by jengkook

Word count: 1820

Warnings: ANGST

Author’s note: I feel like I got a lot to say right now. Sorry about that in advance.

First of all this scenario is inspired by K.A.R.D.’s “Rumor”. At first I didn’t liked that song but I started liking it eventually. And damn this photoshoot gets me everytime. Also I don’t have the feeling I wrote a good Jimin story yet so I hope this will be poppin.

Second thing: I guess you noticed that I am repeating the members now. I mostly pick who I think would fit the role but there hasn’t really been any request regarding a certain group/member. Just to let you know that I am open for any suggestion! If not then I am willing to continue my own comeups ;)

For the third and last thing I just reached 400 followers!! ♥♥♥ For that I wanted to welcome every new companion and of course thank you all :D It is overwhelming to me how this blog grew out of nothing :) I will continue as long as you guys like me to ;) But now we will get going!

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Most recent release: Second chances



Definitions: noun; A currently circulating story or report of uncertain or doubtful truth usually spread by word of mouth.

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anonymous asked:

hey kristen! i was just wondering how you manage to stay so positive?? like i have already seen such bad reactions from ppl to the episode saying jonerys is fake, predictable, a bad fanfic (which makes no sense considering grrm told the writers how the show is supposed to end and he approves of most of what they do), and that it's all bad acting and the show is crap now and i've tried to stay away from all the bs but it keeps messing with me so i was just wondering how you cope <3

Hey! When someone says something like that, I immediately block that person. 

People who make those claims about Jonerys clearly have no actual understanding of the story, the future it has been setting up or foreshadowing for years, or the characters themselves. So such people have nothing to contribute discourse-wise since they are so frequently and loudly wrong. AND they contribute nothing to my laid back, fangirly enjoyment. So I block! I have quite a long block list but it has made my experience much better. 

I also think these people are, again, wrong about the acting. We got phenomenal performances from both Emilia and Kit. I expect this past episode will earn them both their SECOND Emmy nom. But people insist that they act badly because they are grasping at reasons to say the ship has no “chemistry” so they can try and justify their relentless anti hate of the ship. But … again. Wrong :D

To be clear I don’t live in an echo chamber. If someone writes a well thought-out analysis then I can appreciate civil disagreement. But most of the people saying it is OOC for Jon to love Dany or that this is a silly or predictable pairing are not actually writing analysis or looking for adult discussion, they’re whining. And I get plenty of that from my students so I don’t need it in my hobbies haha. 

Lastly, I stay positive because so far I’ve been right. So even when people do or say things that cause me to doubt, I continue to trust in my own interpretations and ideas about the characters and the story because I haven’t let myself down yet. And I personally don’t think this pairing is stupid or doomed. 

I could be wrong of course, because I am a little surprised by the severity of Arya’s treatment of Sansa, for example. So perhaps I could be way off base and next season things could go awry for Jon and Dany. But I choose to believe that my instincts and understanding are right and that helps me stay positive :D

Do You Trust Me?

Originally posted by hotel-queen

Reader takes Bellamy back home only to end up needing help. Part Three of Halfway

Reader X Bellamy Blake

Warnings:Blood I think that’s it.

I wake up to feeling something brush my face softly. My eyes snapping open I quickly sit up just to see Bellamy sitting a foot in front of me clearly startled.

“Sorry you had-. Nevermind.” He says scratching the back of his neck looking away from me.

I smile seeing is tan skin brighten with a blush. Moving to all fours I press my lips to his cheek loving the surprised reaction  I get from him.

“What was that for.”

“Seemed like a good idea.” I say shrugging earning myself a slight glare it quickly fading though.

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flower writing prompt 1:

PROMPT: Your Sole x R.J MacCready - Ulmus flower👍
ULMUS: royalty, strength, age

NOTE: I know I took my sweet time with this, but it became SO much more than I originally expected to write. thank you anon for the prompt!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE MY FIRST EVER FINISHED FIC FOR FLO AND MAC??? SKJKJlkjdsf;lsdk I hope you enjoy this self-indulgent little piece of writing I whipped up in like two hours (get ready for some mac domesticity), and if you reblog that ask meme I’ll make sure to invade ur inbox with flowers because these are ridiculously fun <3 

The one strand of white had hidden itself well among the locks of hair above his forehead. MacCready almost didn’t notice it at first. It was when he got closer to the mirror to inspect his teeth that it casually fell in front of his eyebrow, like a crack in the glass, almost proudly presenting itself to him. 

No way. Squinting, he isolated it with his fingers. The tip of it was golden brown, like it was supposed to be, but sure enough, the lower half of was a breathtakingly glossy - almost polished - silver. His eyes widened. There had been many false alarms in the past couple of years, but this time he was certain.

It was a real, genuine, gray hair.

“Holy shit!” He went racing down the hallway in his boxers, face still dripping-wet. “Flo! Holy shit!”

“Mac, honey, the kids can hear you from outside!” He nearly skidded past the kitchen door in his excitement, before getting right up to her face and pointing proudly to the drooping strand of hair.


She put a hand over her mouth, but he could just see her smile. “Is that..?”

When she found her first gray hair, they had only just gotten married, and Duncan was only five. Between the kids, the raiders, and the settlements, Florence hadn’t had time to think of aging ever since waking up in Vault 101. “You’re gonna have to point them out to me from now on. Before long my entire head will go too, you know,” she said to him after plucking it out, half as a joke and half as a precaution. Truth be told, MacCready couldn’t recall more than three people in his entire life who had lived long enough to have an entire head of gray hair, and it was unexpectedly difficult for him to imagine Flo becoming one of them. He could tell she hated it.

After dinner that day she sat herself down at the old, slightly banged-up vanity in their bedroom, silently combing her hair and parting it this way and that, experimenting with ways to hide the coming change. It was killing him that he wasn’t able to help with how upset she was.

“Tell you what,” he said. “Let’s do this thing right.”

She turned to him, looking amused. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re all about fairness and equality in the Wasteland - you tell me if it’s fair that you’re on your way to having a head full of gray hair, and I don’t even have a single one yet.” She started to laugh, but he stopped her, taking her hand in his with a small, sly smile. “Oh, I’m dead serious, sweetheart. You have nearly a hundred years’ head start on this age thing. No way am I gonna let you get old without me.”

“So you’re gonna - what - lawyer my hair out of changing color? You’re sweet, Mac, but it’s not..” Florence trailed off, then said, “It’s not so much having a head full of gray hair. It’s not knowing if I’ll be with you, Shaun, and Duncan long enough for that to happen that’s scaring the hell out of me. I mean - who knows if that’s even possible for us, living the way we do?”

“Well, I…” He knew telling her not to worry with him around was irresponsible - he had made that promise too many times for it to matter anymore. “You know I’m never gonna leave you if I have any say in it.”

"I know you won’t,” she gave him a sad, brittle smile. “But sometimes neither of us get a say in it, and I just can’t help worrying…" 

“Then wait for me to catch up so you don’t have to worry alone. Whatever you want to do with those gray hairs - getting rid of ‘em, or hiding, or dyeing ‘em - just say the word and I’ll help you do it. I’ll get you whatever you need. Just don’t leave the starting line without me. Let me worry about that with you.

"It’s gray! You’re old!” She yells between giggles.

“I know! I know!” he laughs. “I know, I know, I know!”

They stay like that for a while, but soon quiet down, transitioning from laughter to a more tearful kind of joy. 

She finally pulls back from the embrace to take a good, long look at him, still sniffling. “Hey, you,” she says, in a way that always makes him melt, and frowns.

“What is it?”

“Oh, nothing. I was going to say something witty about how you finally caught up, but it looks like I’m gonna have to step up my game. You’re one ahead of me now.” She’s smirking now, and softly thumbs a small thread of silver on his chin. “Really should’ve thought twice before messing with the best.”

He grins, leaning in for a kiss. They hear the sounds of Shaun and Duncan imitating laser pistols somewhere out in the fields.

“Man,” Mac says as he breaks away, gazing at Florence and quietly thanking all the choices he had made prior to that moment that led him to her. “Who knew growing old together was so much fun?”

They’re Better Than You Are P.2 (Rob Benedict x Reader)

A/N: I didn’t mean for this to turn into three parts but here we are. 


Summary: You and Rob are married, but you’re going through a really rough patch. You play Metatron on Supernatural, (female Metatron), and the time has come for the two of you to film “Don’t Call Me Shurley”.

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Word Count: 1,938

Warning: Angst, Fighting, Emotional Hurt, Fluff


I looked down at the opened package in my hand.



Written by

Robbie Thompson

Directed by

Robert Singer

“God dammit.” I said, slamming my fist against the kitchen counter. I’m an idiot, a God damn idiot. I pulled out the schedule in the package, along with the given plane ticket. Thank God I was scheduled to fly out tomorrow.


“Rob Benedict! How are you doing man?” said Bob Singer, reaching out to shake my hand.

“Bob Singer, doing just fine. Honored to be back, sir.” I said, shaking his hand. I glanced over his head, trying to see if Y/N was on set yet. It had been almost two days and I still haven’t heard from her.

“Okay, so you’re gonna sit in this booth here, and Y/N’s gonna come around from here to start the scene.” said Bob. I looked down at my “costume”, a white and green t-shirt, jacket, and jeans. I nodded, showing I understood.

“You don’t happen to know where Y/N is, do you.” I asked.  

“Oh, I would imagine you haven’t seen her yet today. She’s been filming a scene in a dumpster for most of the day, but she’s on her way back now to start filming here.” said Bob, walking behind the camera moderator to finish setting things up.

I sat down in the booth of the bar, not really sure what to do for the time being.

“Okay, Bob, this dog is quite literally the best dog I have ever worked with on a set before, and that’s saying something.”

I turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice, seeing her walk in carrying the small dog that was a part of this episode.

“Good he’s being a good dog, Y/N.” said Singer, laughing a bit.

“Ready to shoot?” Y/N nodded, looking around the set, eyes falling on me. The second they did, I could see the light just leave.

I’ve really messed it up this time.

“Okay guys, we’re gonna start with the scene with Metatron flying back through the doors. I want to get the stunt out of the way first. Y/N, you good to get hooked up with the wires?” My eyes went wide.

“Holdup, since when do you do your own stunts?” I asked, getting up from the seat and walking towards the two of them.

Bob looked at me, confused. “What are you talking about, Rob? She’s been doing her own stunts the entire season.” I looked at my wife, surprised she would keep that from me.

I guess Bob could feel the tension.

“Um… I’m gonna get the harness set up correctly.”

Y/N turned towards me.

“If you think you have the right to get me to stop doing stunts, you can shut it, Benedict.”

“Y/N, please I just want to talk-.”

“Rob, you lost that right a long time ago.”

“Okay! We’re ready!” said Bob.

I sighed, turning around to get on my mark as she got hooked up to the harness. It was gonna be a long day, I could tell now.

“Ready guys?” asked Bob, getting into his director’s chair. Y/N and I both nodded.


“-think we’re finally getting somewhere.” I said, getting into Chuck immediately after 6 years of not playing him.

“You started writing the second she came back, didn’t you?” This was the first time, obviously, that Y/N and I have ever acted together. I stuffed my hands in my pocket as Chuck, ready to keep going.

“No wonder you’re on a deadline! Now I understand why you’re masquerading in that sad, little meat suit! For the same reason you created this nostalgic bar to write your masterpiece in- you’re hiding!”

“Okay. First of all, this gift-.” I pointed at my face. “Is super cute. Secondly, I’m not hiding. I just like the ambiance in here.”

“You said… the safest place ever created. Created by you… to keep safe from Amara! She can’t touch you in here, can she?!”

“You’re upset. I-I understand. And it’s good to let it out.” I turned around, walking back to the booth like it said in the script, but my eyes went wide, realizing just how big the parallels are in this script, comparing it to our own life.

“But, uh, let’s focus on, uh, finishing my book.” I clapped my hands, pretending to type on the computer. I knew the next line coming, and I knew how much Y/N was actually going to mean it.

“You know, I was a crappy, terrible god. My work was pretty much a lame, half-assed rewrite of your greatest hits. But at least I was never a coward!”

I pulled myself together, ready to watch her being flown back through doors. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to hurt her, real or fake. I didn’t want to fight anymore.

But I also needed to do my job.

I stood up, turning around to face her, making myself look as furious as I could possibly look in this situation. As soon as I faced her, she flew back, flying out the door. Knowing the camera was on her, I closed my eyes, just trying to keep it in character. She walked back in.

“There he is. That’s the guy I know, the guy I love. I remember the first time I saw you. All the angels were terrified, but I wasn’t. The feeling of your light was… was just beyond measure. And then the unthinkable. You picked me to help you with your tablets.”

This was way too hard.

“You were just the closet angel to the door when I walked into the room. There’s nothing special about you, Metatron. Not then… not now. Now… I’ve been called many things- absentee father, wrathful monster. But, coward… I am not hiding. I am just done watching my experiments’ failures.”

“You mean your failures, Chuck?”

How did Robbie Thompson write something so close to our lives right now? I sighed.

“You want to watch? Be my guest.” I turned, gesturing to a set of TVs that weren’t there yet.


I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, leaning down against my knees. I turned to look Y/N, just to see she was in the same stance as I was. At least I know she was feeling the same as I was.

“Good job guys, excellent really. Just give us a minute to set up the different camera angles, alright?” I nodded at Bob, turning towards Y/N.

“Y/N, look, please we need to talk. What can I do to get us that far at least-.” She held her hand up, cutting me off.

“Not now. Please, just let me concentrate on working today. I can’t handle anything else. Please.” I nodded slowly, backing down.

A long day it was gonna be indeed.


“Ready guys? Second to last scene of the day before we continue tomorrow.” said Bob, again in his director chair.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” said Y/N. We’d been on set for hours, yet she’d been able to ignore me all day.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I said, facing her and the computer they had set up in front of me. We were both sitting in the booth of a bar, ready to film Y/N’s big scene towards me.


“You know, you really are a terrific editor, Metatron.”

Y/N chuckled, chuckling in character. “Well, I was a terrible writer. A worse god. It’s good I’ve got something good for me.”

“Yeah, you know. I have to say, I didn’t see the whole evil-turn thing coming.”


“Why did you try to be me?” I said, keeping the scene going as Chuck.

“That was just a sad, pathetic cry for attention.”

“Whose attention were you trying to get?”


My jaw dropped, but my jaw dropped as Rob Benedict, not Chuck Shurley. Her words, the words she said to me before leaving for Vancouver replayed in my head.

“You know what Rob? I’m done trying to get your attention.”

Y/N went on with her monologue.

“You are light… and beauty. Creation.”

I leaned back in my chair.

“Wrath. Damnation and Salvation.” All of a sudden, tears started escaping her eyes. It wasn’t written in the script for Metatron to cry, not written at all.

“And I don’t care if I was just the angel nearest the door.” Y/N’s voice cracked as she went on.

“You picked me. Your light shined on me- Me! Oh, and the warmth. But then you left me. You left all of us.”

I forcefully tried to hold my own tears in as her words from before kept replaying in my head.

“-but you better open your eyes and realize you need to be here to fix it.”

“It wasn’t just the saps who were praying to you. The angels prayed, too. And so did I- every day.”

“I know.” I know now. I know how long she had been fighting for us. I know how long I hadn’t been answering.

“You want to sell the best-selling autobiography of all time? You explain to me- Tell me why you abandoned me. Us.”

I didn’t want to say my next line. I’ve never hated myself more than I do in this very moment.

“Because you disappointed me. You all disappointed me.”

“Then why do I feel like such a disappointment?” I was there to hear it. I was there to hear her words to Matt. But she didn’t know that.

All of a sudden, Y/N stood up, advancing towards me to say her next line. Another thing that wasn’t written in the script. She was sobbing by now, but holding it back just enough to keep going on with the scene. The tears flew down her face.

“No, look. I know I’m a disappointment, but you’re wrong about humanity. They are your greatest creation because they’re better than you are.”

I bit the inside of my lip, trying to keep myself from crying too. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. Y/N kept going; I could tell we both just wanted this scene to be done.

“Yeah, sure, they’re weak and they cheat and steal and… destroy and disappoint. But they also give and create and they sing and dance and love. And above all, they never give up! But, you do.”

“I’m done dealing with the fact that you’ve given up.”

My face fell, but the cameras were still rolling. The tears kept rolling down her face, but I put the glasses back on, cleared my throat, and turned back to the computer.


“Holy shit.” I said out loud. It was the best acting performance she had ever given. I turned and looked at the crew behind the cameras; their jaws were dropped just like mine was. I turned back to look at my wife.

She had broken down completely. Y/N sat there, her head in her hands, sobbing her eyes out. I just couldn’t believe I had done this to her.

Bob Singer took one look.

“Y/N, do you need a minute before the next scene? I think we can be done with this one now.”

Y/N nodded, jumping up and walking away, I’m assuming to her trailer. I stood up behind her to follow.

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Day6 reaction to you crying because you feel lonely and miss them

He had been gone on tour for so long and when the tour ended and he came home it didn’t even like he was back. He was always at the studio writing and recording, or doing radio programs. It felt like you were just another fan, and even though he was your boyfriend. You felt all alone. He came home late one night, like usual, and found you in the kitchen crying into a bowel of ramen. “Are you okay?” He ran over to you and got on his knees to see your face better.
“Are you even my boyfriend? Why do I feel so lonely?” You cried and pushed the food away, he didn’t know how to react, he just held you while you cried without a word, but the next day he took off and spent it with you, trying to cheer you up and be a better boyfriend.

He knew he was gone a lot, but you never really let on how it hurt you. He had come back home from recording his new song and After School Club when he realized you weren’t to be found in the living room or kitchen, where you usually waited for him. Instead he heard you locked in the bathroom crying. “Babe, are you alright?” He knocked and he heard the crying stop and you come out with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. “You’re here? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages….why do you make me miss you so much? Even when you aren’t on tour?” You asked him softly. He felt his heart shatter then. He was hurting you, very badly. He pulled you in. “This is my fault, I’m so sorry. Oh my gosh. Don’t cry, I love you. I’ll be home more I promise, please don’t cry.” He kept rambling and you just held him close and didn’t want to let go.

Young K:
Even when he was in town and not working, he still went to hang out with the members. It got to the point where you no longer felt like you had a boyfriend. He came home one night after hanging out with Wonpil and Dowoon and found you packing. “Are you going on a trip?”
“I’m leaving.” You told him and he let it sink in before he came up and started unpacking. “Stop it!” You cried, “Where are you? How are you? I don’t even know anymore. You aren’t here, EVER! Why am I so alone if I have you?” You cried and he froze and then continued unpacking. “Stop.”
“No, no, no! You aren’t leaving, you aren’t alone because I’m right here. Right now, and I won’t let you leave. I love and I’m sorry I’m not there enough, I’ll get better…please. Don’t leave.” He ended with a whisper and you two just looked at each other before you collapsed on the bed and he sat beside you to hold you, still surprised to see tears rolling down your cheeks.

Lately you felt lonely, you felt even worse when you would come home from work and hear him on the radio, or when you would see the fan meets and see his fans holding his hands for even a brief moment. In that brief moment they were holding your world and it hurt that you as his S/O because you hadn’t been able to have a full conversation in so long. He finally came home one night and you were crying while watching some music video that was on TV. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He ran over to you and you wiped your face.
“I’m alone.” You whispered, “All I ever do is miss you, what kind of relationship is that? I understand when you’re working on a comeback or on tour, but does it feel like everyday?” He felt tears brimming in his own eyes listening to you.
“I’m sorry, I’ll come home more. I promise. I’ll be a better boyfriend. Just…don’t cry, please.” He said softly, wiping your eyes and kissing your temple. You pulled him close, just so you could make sure he was really there.

You watched yet another Day6 music video play in a store and saw the glimpses of Dowoon and heard the young fan girls talking about them and felt even lonelier. That was suppose to be your boyfriend, the guy you held hands with and kissed, but he was always gone. He was always recording and re-recording and you missed him. He was a thirty minute car ride away, forty with traffic, yet he was always gone. You got home and set the things you had bought on the table and let some tears fall. Why were you so alone?
“S/O?” He came out from where he was hiding and you jumped, wiping your eyes and clearing your throat.
“You’re here?”
“Are you alright?” He asked and you felt more tears welling up and spilling.
“No, I’m not. When was the last time you were here?” You asked and he paused, thinking, “A long time right? Why am I not single yet so alone? Why am I jealous of little school girls who just fan girl happily together about you, they seem closer to you than I am. Why am I alone?” You asked, crying, and he shook his head and approached you, holding you to him and mumbling apologies and promises. You knew he would try, but if this continued you weren’t sure how long you could hold up.

Originally posted by homeless-shrub

A/N: Thank you anon for requesting this was both fun and slightly sad to write, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! :))

Making a Bad Day Better

Pairing - Lafayette x fem!reader

Word Count - 2167

Summary - You have a crap day where everything goes wrong. Lafayette has just what you need

Warnings - minor alcohol mentions, badly translated French

A/N - I’m so excited! This is my first fic in a long time, and my first reader insert.

(Y/N) = Your name
(Y/BF/N) = Your best friend’s name.

tags - @futureauthor45, @smol-spooky-one

To say that today was bad was an absolute understatement. To start out, your straightener had gone out, so you’d been forced to go to work with your hair in some sort of messy, wavy mane that you hoped passed as an attempt at the latest style. With how particular you were over your looks, that was a nightmare. Then, someone not paying attention on the sidewalk while you walked up to your workplace had bumped into you, causing you to spill your coffee all over your favorite blouse. It was probably ruined. Your work day wasn’t much better. You’d faced harsh critiques over your latest observation, enough to make you want to quit even though you loved your job. And, as if that wasn’t enough, you’d gotten caught in the popup rainstorm and gotten soaking wet. The one shining light was that tonight was supposed to be your weekly girls’ night with your best friend from college. That would be a much-needed pick-me-up, right?


(Y/BF/N) had texted you during your lunch break, apologizing profusely. Her boyfriend’s parents had unexpectedly shown up, so she’d been forced to cancel for this week. So much for having just one thing to make your day brighter. By the time you got home, you were 100% done for the day.

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Am I doing right?

Not quite sure how this turned out but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Thank you for sending in your request! 

“Do you think I am doing the right thing, Y/N?” Dick asks you out of the blue as the both of you continue to stare at Damian’s still form on the bed. You look away from Damian’s figure to look at Dick. He is looking very haggard and exhausted. It is understandable though – the two of them had only just came back from a mission and you are thankful Dick only came out of the mission with a broken arm but you couldn’t say the same for Damian. He had gotten the worse end of the stick and now he is recuperating.

“What do you mean?” You slide an arm around his torso, leaning against his shoulder.

Dick releases a loud sigh, running a hand through his hair. “This whole thing.” Dick waves his uninjured hand towards everything and you frown as you try to follow his conversation. “I don’t think I am being a very good influence on Damian – I don’t think I am doing this correctly.” He motions to the batman attire he is currently wearing.

Ever since Bruce’s death, Dick has taken the mantle of batman and so far, there has been times where he thinks nothing has changed and he has caught himself calling for Bruce every now and then and Dick knows he is never going to be better until he can fully comprehend with Bruce’s death. By taking the mantle of batman, it meant that Damian became his Robin. He needed something to focus on other than avenging Bruce’s death and Dick definitely did not want to see Damian going down the wrong road. He loves his little bird too much and he knows Bruce would not want Damian travelling down that road either.

You shake your head. “That isn’t true, Dick.” You nuzzle your nose against his shoulder. “You are doing a very wonderful job being Batman.” You assure him, knowing just how much effort he has put in to trying to get a hold of everything that has been going on in all of their lives. You also know just how much time he has taken to ensure Damian is alright. “Damian is still very young – he needs someone to help him, Dick and you know, you are really good at what you do. It’s just what has happened to Damian that is making you talk like this.”

Dick cannot deny the truth behind your words. Before this happened, he had been ready to take Gotham by a storm with Damian by his side. Damian also enjoyed going back on to the streets to find the bad guys too. Damian has told him a couple of times how the both of them are the best duos to ever exist.

You lift Dick’s injured hand and press a kiss to his hand. “You tried your hardest to protect him and I know you did your absolute best too. But remember, you aren’t doing this on your own.” You tell him pointedly and Dick looks at you. “You have got Alfred and me to help you, Dick.”

Dick sighs before he nods his head. “I just don’t know, Y/N. Am I really doing the right thing with raising Damian?” He asks and lets out another sigh, turning his head to press a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for the pep talk, Y/N.”

You smile slightly. “I am being serious though, Dick. If you think you are doing something wrong, Alfred would have told you about it. But so far, he has yet to say anything and that has got to mean something, Dick.” You try your best to reassure Dick. Despite what he thinks, you think Dick has been doing such a good job so far and you also know Alfred would not just let Dick make the wrong decisions too. It’s just not like Alfred to do so.

Alfred walks out of the room Damian has been in and clears his throat causing the two of you to look at him. “Young Master Damian wishes to see you, Master Dick.” He looks at Dick and Dick looks back at him skeptically – he’s not sure he’s ready to face Damian just yet.

You nudge him and motion for him to go. “Go and talk to him, Dick. I’m sure Damian has plenty to say to you.” You tell him and Dick lets out a sigh before nodding his head. He quickly presses a kiss on your cheek and you smile at him. “I’ll be here, go talk to him.”

Dick nods his head and follows after Alfred.

The moment he approaches Damian’s bed though, if looks could kill Dick knows he’d probably be in his grave by now. “If you think for one second that you are to blame for my injuries, you are wrong.” Damian tries to narrow his eyes at Dick but due to one of his eyes is being covered, he couldn’t, so he just settles with glaring at Dick with his uninjured eye. “Pennyworth tells me you think you did me wrong. It was not your fault, Grayson.” He harrumphs.

Dick laughs sheepishly. Leave it to Damian to scold him the moment he wakes up. “How can you say that when you are the one who is gravely injured and I have a broken arm.” He lifts up the broken arm and Damian rolls his eye. “I don’t think I’m a good influence to you, Damian.”

Damian shakes his head. “You probably aren’t but right now, you are the best influence I can have so you better not wallow! We have Todd for that.” Damian says pointedly, causing Dick to laugh at his jest. “So please tell me what else happened with that mission.”

Alfred cuts in before the two of them could start talking about work. “Unfortunately, it is time for the both of you to rest. Young Master Damian, need I to remind you that you are currently on bed-arrest and that by proxy also means you are on house-arrest. While in that condition, there will be no further talking about missions.”

i miss you pt.1 / rafinha

“I’m stressed Rafa, what do you want from me? I have a life too you know!” I argued with him for the fifth time that week.

“ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS THAT STUPID HOSPITAL AND YOUR PATIENTS.” He yelled. “ITS MY OBLIGATION. I TOOK AN OATH. I KILLED MYSELF FOR YEARS AND I MADE IT. You have to understand this is my job Rafael.” I glared at him, my face extremely warm and my voice hoarse from all the screaming.

He stood there quietly, clearly not knowing what to say next. I sighed sitting down on the bed. Our bed. In our house. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know why you always have to make a big deal out of this Rafa. You work, you travel, you’re always at practice. I know you work, why can’t you understand that?” I pleaded for him to hear me, to make it clear that I wasn’t avoiding him.

“I just miss you. You’re always on call. We never talk anymore.” His voice came as a whisper now. He looked tired, he seemed weak.

“I know but we can make this work Rafa just-” He cut me off before I could continue. “No we can’t. You’re married to your work just as I am. We can’t go on like this. It’s time we ended things.” I couldn’t believe him, but I wasn’t so surprised.

“It’s just like you, isn’t it Rafael Alacántara, always looking for the easy way out. But I understand, you always loved soccer more than me. You’d drop the world for the sport. I get it. Trust me this time I do.” I raised my voice, finding the courage I needed. He looked up at me, shock evident on his face. “Don’t even start. You know that isn’t true.” I didn’t let him finish, before turning around and walking out. “Yeah I’ve heard it all before.” I slammed the door shut behind me as I left that room, that house, and that relationship.


It’s been 7 months since our final argument. I moved out the same week. My job, a surgeon at the local hospital in Barcelona, didn’t allow me to spend much time home so I got a nice apartment close to my job. I was constantly busy and without a relationship I could focus more on my career. Of course that didn’t stop me from missing him. He was constantly on my mind.

“Y/N we got a patient coming in, he’s in excruciating pain, we might need to perform on him right away.” One of the other surgeons said to me. I nodded, “Book an O.R ahead of time.” They ran off. The doors burst open as a swarm of first responders and emts came rushing in. A nurse, a close friend of mine looked at me and handed me the patient’s chart. “Prepare yourself.” I looked at her strangely before briefly scanning his sheet. My heart stopped. His name stood out as if it was written in size 36 bold font: Rafael Alacántara.

I quickly read over his vitals and events leading to injury. He was playing and seemed to pull a few ligaments in his right knee. Despite our past I had to remain professional. I approached him, not looking at him once as I continued to read off more information about him, as if I didn’t know it all already.

“Good afternoon Mr. Alcántara. I’m doctor y/l/n and I’ll be assisting you today. Could you rate your pain on a scale of one to ten?” I didn’t look at his face as I took notes on his vitals. “Ten.” He said through gritted teeth. I nodded and turned to the nurse. “I need x-rays before I can perform any surgery. Get those done immediately and then call me.” I gave her his chart and turned to him. For the first time in seven months I was face to face with him again and I didn’t expect this to be how we would meet again. “Alright Mr. Alcántara, we’ll be taking some tests so we can know more on your injury. It seems like you will need surgery on your right knee but I can’t declare anything just yet. If you need anything don’t hesitate to let me or any of the nurses know.” I finished quickly and was about to make a safe exit before he spoke up. “Y/n.” I hesitated before turning back to him. “Yes?” He looked up at me, bloodshot eyes, “How long am I going to be out for?”

Seriously? He could’ve been seriously injured and, STILL, all he can think of is soccer? Amazing. Things never change. “I’m not sure right now Mr. Alcántara. I’ll have an answer for you soon.” I assured him. He chuckled, not genuine but cold. “You used to call me Rafa.” “Well some things do change. Excuse me.”

I walked out quickly turning the corner of the hall, panting. Don’t cry, not here, not in front of these people. I looked about and all my fellow coworkers gave me apologetic looks. “Well? Where are my results? C'mon people. This isn’t a novela.” They all ran about, continuing their everyday commotion. “With your life? Damn right it’s a novela.” Another one of the surgeons, a very nice and attractive young man said, winking at me. I laughed before heading off to do my routines.

When I didn’t have any surgeries booked I liked to help the nurses with their rounds, I had nothing better to do anyways. As I was finishing with a patient, the nurse returned with the x-ray results. She clutched her side, out of breath, “Here.” She handed them to me, I pursed my lips before heading to his room.

I pushed the door open and saw Neymar and Dani rise to their feet. “Y/n?” Ney asked. “Hello Neymar, how are you?” I asked politely, making small talk. “What are you doing here?” He asked disregarding my question. I raised my eyebrows, gesturing to my outfit. “I kinda work here.” “Oh yeah sorry.” He said turning bright red and sitting back down. I laughed and shifted my attention to Rafa.

“I have the results from the x-rays and it seems like you will need surgery. We can perform it today or tomorrow morning. It’s your decision.” I hesitated before continuing. “It could be a six to eight month recovery.” Dani cursed under his breath and Neymar reached for Rafa’s shoulder. “I’ll give you time to think this over.”

My friends were outside the room. “So?” They asked eagerly. “So what?” I looked at them confused. “Do you still get butterflies when you talk to him?” I rolled my eyes. “Oh please the only butterflies she gets is when she’s around me.” The surgeon from earlier, Zach, said. I laughed. “Oh please, in your dreams. Get his vitals for me okay Jas?” I said to the nurse who was my closest friend, Jasmine. She nodded, before running off. “Oh and Jas?” She turned to me quickly, “Yeah?” “Don’t try getting at Neymar please.” She blushed profusely and went to the room.

I laughed to myself and went to get a team together for his surgery. I told them I wasn’t sure of when he would want it and they all wanted an answer soon. I was going to speak to him when I was interrupted by Jasmine. “Yes?” I asked her impatiently. “I heard them talking about you.” She giggled like a school girl. I laughed and grabbed his chart, “Oh really? What did they say?” I asked playing along. She stayed quiet and I looked up, raising my eyebrow. “He-He said he still loves you.” She stuttered. “He said it’s not easy and he-” I cleared my throat. “That’s enough, thank you Jas.” She nodded and I proceeded to his room, a bit hesitant.

“Do you have an answer yet?” I asked him as I walked in. “I don’t want to pressure you but we need an answer.” He looked at me, “We?” Before I could evaluate, Zach interrupted me, “Yeah us. The team that will be working on you. I’m one of the other surgeons, Zach. You must be the infamous Rafael. It’s a pleasure. So is tonight the night? Or will you wait until tomorrow?” I didn’t hear him come in but he usually helps me break the news to patients or evaluate their injuries.

Rafa didn’t move his eyes away from him once, and gave the answer to him only. “I’d prefer to have it tomorrow.” Zach replied, “Good choice. The surgery is not urgent but we should do it soon. We’ll have it scheduled for tomorrow morning.” He then turned to me giving me his ever so charming smile, “I’ll let them know.” He walked out and I went to follow before I was once again called by Rafa. “So you guys seem to be close.” I was angry that he would imply anything about me and Zach, but I couldn’t raise my voice, Dani and Ney were still here. They sat quiet, avoiding my stare. “I work with him. He’s my second in command. But my life no longer concerns you.”

I was highly annoyed and left to do my final rounds. Neymar and Dani walked out after visiting hours were over. Dani gave me a hug and a quick goodbye. Neymar, on the other hand, stayed behind. “You know he misses you. There’s nothing he regrets more.” He said quickly. I looked away, “Neymar I don’t need this right now. I’m tired.”

“Just hear me out,” he continued “he loves you. All Rafa does is talk about you. Give him a chance.” I looked at him, “Then why won’t he tell me himself?” He shook his head and kissed my forehead, saying goodbye. When he was gone Zach approached me. “Is there any other guy I should know of?” I scoffed and pushed passed him. He grabbed my arm and spun me to face him, “Hey I was just kidding. What’s wrong princesa?” I shook my head as if to say nothing and pulled away.

These past 7 months Zach and I got very close. He was a good friend and he was there for me through the breakup (not to mention he was hot). But it was clear Rafa still owned my heart. I tried moving on, especially after all the rumors of him partying with his friends whenever he wasn’t training. He moved on, so why couldn’t I?

I fell asleep that night, alone, in my lonely apartment, with thoughts only of my rafinha.

My alarm blared and I looked over to see 5:00am shining bright red. I sighed, showered and got dressed. I drove to the hospital, despite how close it was I could get out late and it wasn’t safe to be walking around at such a late hour. With my coffee in hand I listened to my second in command tell me today’s plans. Zach droned on until he noticed I wasn’t paying attention. “You should’ve told me you didn’t care.” I turned my attention to him. “No, I do care. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

He didn’t say anything else and I knew he was upset. I didn’t have the time to go into detail so I told the nurses to prep Rafa for surgery and we alerted the surgical team we were ready. I scrubbed in and walked into the horribly white room. “Morning Mr. Alcántara.” I said to him. Zach stood across from me on the other side of Rafa, glaring at me the whole time. “Morning y/n.” He looked between the two of us and grinned. “You and your boyfriend had a fight?” I cleared my throat and ignored his comment. I signaled the anesthesiologist that he could begin. Rafa quickly reached for my hand and squeezed it, he was nervous. He gave me a shy smile but didn’t let go.

“You have nothing to worry about. You’re in good hands.” He nodded before drifting into unconsciousness. I nodded at my team. “Let’s begin.”


“We made sure he didn’t have a concussion or any brain damage from his fall. He does have bruising. The surgery was a success. As long as he takes care of himself he should be recovered in at least six months.” I assured the team that had all come to visit him. There shouldn’t have been this many people but they all insisted in being here. His mother and father burst through the room, followed by his brother.

“Y/n!” Both parents greeted me with hugs and kisses. I was very fond of them both and returned the gestures. “It’s nice to see you, we’ve missed you so much!” His mother began. “Ay that Rafa, I told him he made a mistake of letting such a fine girl go!” His father said. Thiago rolled his eyes, “Papa ya, leave the poor girl alone.” I laughed and gave them a smile. “It’s no problem at all. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go. I’ll be back to check on him soon.” The chatter continued as I left the room and I bumped into Zach in the hall.

“Zach about earlier-” I started. He raised his hand. “No need to apologize. I knew you weren’t over your ex, it’s my fault for falling for you.” He gave me a small smile as if he didn’t just reveal his feelings for me. “See you around.”

I stood there shocked and Jasmine came behind me. “Wow two super hot guys like my best friend! One a famous soccer player and another a famous surgeon! How exciting. Hey this is like a novela!” She said before walking off.

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LIKE I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY KAMUI ARRIVED! although it was pretty early and I was expecting him to arrive later on in the yato battle when he sees kagura beaten up and goes all batshit crazy on them BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT




(I love that flashback so much but anyways)

Kagura is so shocked to see Kamui there. Honestly, I would have been shocked too if i was there.

His little speech and everything about this chapter made me so unbelievably happy you guys dont even know. Like, i couldnt stop smiling when I finished reading it. I am definitely looking forward to their little interaction and fighting the yato together. Who knows, maybe Gintoki and the others will catch up later on and fight too! (idk i’m just saying things right now.)


*coughs* okay…well….that’s enough of fangirling. This post probably doesnt even make any sense but eh *shrugs* i’m way too happy to even care right now


anonymous asked:

Heeey was wondering if you could do a 13 for the prompt thing with percabeth and Baby Blofis? Xxx if you aren't too busy haha

Christmas Prompts

#13 - Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”.

Special thanks to my beta @daughterofjade, to @ananbeth for the motivation, and @anxiouspineapples for the inspiration.  

Dear Santa,

I have been very good this year.

I clean my room when my mom and dad tell me to. I say please and thank you. I gave a stray cat some tuna. I named her Pepper. And I didn’t punch Jack Teller too hard when he pushed me in the snow yesterday.

Please give the toys you were going to give me to other kids who need them. I want to make them happy.

For Christmas, I want to meet Annabeth Chase.


Hannah Blofis

P.S. Here is a cat sticker. I hope you like it.

“Hannah, don’t sit so close to TV,” Percy reminded, calling to his baby sister who was perched on her knees in front of the screen. Immediately after dinner, Hannah - still working on a mouthful of mashed potatoes - had leapt from her chair, dashed to the living room, and turned on the fight, leaving Percy, Sally and Paul to clean up the dishes. Her little hands were pressed against the glass as her hero filled the television.

Annabeth Chase, champion MMA fighter, stared down her off-screen opponent before the fight. She snarled, revealing her black mouth guard and making it look like a toothless grin. Her blonde boxer braids draped over her sponsor-ridden sports bra as she warmed up, flexing her insane biceps unconsciously to the roar of the crowd.

Judo Barbie is what the media called her. Though, based on the interviews and press conferences she’d given, Annabeth didn’t seem keen on that nickname and - in Percy’s limited knowledge about her - would expect that the person who came up with it would be met with a swift punch to the throat if they ever crossed paths.

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Thoughts, theories, and a Jonsa endgame based on 7x06

Hey, Jonsa Fam! I just wanted to share some thoughts I had following the leaked episode (which I am guilty of watching). Two warnings! The first: this is my first analysis/review/response that I’m doing for GoT, so bear with me if it seems a bit scatter-brained. The second: it does contain episode spoilers, so if you haven’t watched the episode yet and don’t want to see any spoilers, zoom past this post!

Let’s get started!


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anonymous asked:

I feel ya about all the negative stuff people are thinking about CS. If it happens, I'll be furious but the writers have not said anything to make me fear that they will destroy a couple that was explored for 5 seasons. I think they will find a way to write JMO and Emma in without having her seen and to leave it open to her returning. TBH CS seem to be in Snowing's role back in season 1.

Yeah, I’m really just… not in the right frame of mind for people’s negativity. Especially those putting it in my ask over and over and over. There’s (likely) four months between us and this new season and I can’t be the dumping point for everyone’s worries about it all summer.

I’m of the rare part of the fandom that doesn’t distrust A&E simply because they haven’t truly let me down yet. That doesn’t mean I agree with all their decisions or storylines or that I’m convinced how I see them doing things is how it’ll happen (I know storylines have a potential to go any which way, even the worse case scenario), but I realize I am here choosing to consume their story and I gotta live with the decisions made. And so far, that faith that they’ll do right by me and mine (Aka, my faves) has paid off for me so far. So I’m not just gonna abandon it now. I gain nothing by fretting constantly over their decisions. They’re gonna tell the story they want to tell, and I can either try and find the best in it… or walk away. It’s that simple for me. And they haven’t given me a single reason to walk away yet (I was convinced they had back during 5A, but they proved me wrong, and that’s when I realized you know what? I need to calm down over all this and just let things play out).

They have never truly disappointed me with Captain Swan where it really matters. They gave me the greatest OTP I’ve ever had the pleasure to ship. They made Captain Swan what it is in canon. I can only go off instinct right now, and my instinct is… Captain Swan are gonna be fine. There will still be drama to be had because this is a drama series and their story (as a true love couple) has been integral to the whole storyline (also, there’s a devoted fanbase here to consume their story). 

(I also agree they look to be the ‘Snowing’ of Season 7)

“Am I Supposed To Be Scared of You?” Carl Grimes x Reader Imagine

Prompt: You keep reliving the lineup incident and Carl, your boyfriend, tries to show you that there is light even in the darkest places.

Word Count: 1831

Warnings: Swearing, Gore, Violence, Vomit, Angst

The sky was dark; it seemed as if the world was always dark, even in the daytime. You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, still unable to process the tragedy that occurred last night. Carl was resting next to you. You knew he wasn’t sleeping, but rather was restlessly moving from one position to another. He turned to a position where he was facing towards you. You felt his eyes staring at you, but you didn’t want to look at him.

“You haven’t spoken a word in almost 24 hours, (Y/N). Will you please just look at me?” Carl pleaded with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Helpless. You’ve never felt helpless until now. Everything was so wrong and broken. Your heart broke as Carl said those words, but you couldn’t find the ability to move. It all just kept replaying over and over and over again.


One moment you were walking with the group, trying to get Maggie to the Hilltop, and the next firm hands were gripping your arms and forcefully throwing you onto dirt and gravel. Rocks dug into your knees to a point where you thought they were going to start to bleed. You looked at Carl, who was sitting next to you, and he simply nodded at you; you knew that this meant that everything would be okay. The group has survived so much; what is another bump in the road?

Your thoughts were interrupted when Glenn, Rosita, Michonne, and Daryl were thrown out of the back of a van and into the u-shaped line that you were all set up in. You looked over to Rick and you sunk into your heels; your leader, your father-like figure, your group’s strength looked absolutely petrified. Carl noticed that you were getting more nervous with every passing second and he placed his hand over yours.

“Well, lets meet the man himself,” said the man who threw you on the ground.

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