and the anger he felt when he was 'outed'

anonymous asked:

You and luke break up and he's a total wreck crying and missing you💕😥

POOR LUKE he always tries to make you happy because he knows you deserve it, so after your huge fight when you slammed the door and left to who knows where, he at first felt mad, but anger turned into fear and fear turned into sadness. he didn’t know where you were or if you were safe. he started to panic. he texted you “are you okay?” “i’m sorry, please come home” “where are you? do you need me to come get you?” “(y/n) please” and after sending lots of texts he tried calling. when you didn’t pick up, he threw his phone on the bed and muttered “dammit.” he sat down and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out why he was so mad at you. he started to tear up. it had only been a couple of hours of pacing and worrying and punching couch pillows yet he was already a wreck. he called calum to come over and help calm him down, but he was out with his family. ashton was out with his siblings. so he called michael, who was playing video games. he immediately came over. “dude, calm down. she’ll be alright, she can take care of herself” luke sniffed. “b-but what if she’s still mad? what if she d-doesn’t come back?” michael sighed. “if you know her that well, where would she be right now?” he thought for a minute. he thanked michael and jumped into his car, speeding off to his mum’s house, which was half an hour away. he knew that you loved liz almost more than you loved him, so he knew you’d come to her place. when he knocked on the door, he barged through without saying hello or seeing who it was. “mum!” he turned around. “where’s (y/n)?” and liz would rub her hands and say that she didn’t want to see him, but he’d keep refusing. he ran up the stairs, checking the guest bedroom, the lounge, and the living room. he stood on the stairs, feeling stupid. your favorite room was his. he ran up to his old, childhood bedroom and opened the door, seeing you sprawled on his bed, cuddling his pillow and crying. “oh (y/n), princess” he’d say. you’d look up and open your arms for a hug. “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you upset please please please take me back, i promise i’ll be good to you and do whatever you want just come home i’ll make you dinner and hug you until you sleep and do anything just come back to the house” he’d say. and you’d just cuddle him, nodding your head. “i couldn’t last four hours without you,” you said, laughing as you rubbed his cheeks and wiped his tears

Steven Universe AU || Closed RP

The green gem had been inactive for quite a while. It was like it had given up it’s will to live, but every time a gem did that the inhabitant would become corrupted, a shadow of it’s former self. That’s what was happening to Bruce. He had fallen in the battle to save earth from the other gems. Everyone had seemed to forget about him. Bruce hadn’t come out since then, anger had started to boil within him, slowly taking over his thoughts. 

Bruce’s attention was grabbed when he felt someone pick up his gem. He burst out without even thinking it through. He was mostly formed, a form of pure anger and hatred, sharp teeth, long claws, looking like a giant version of a earth bear with the bright green gem on his back, a small crack still there. He let out a loud roar, three eyes jet black except for the green slitted pupils. He stopped though, looking like a confused kid when he saw the red headed twelve year old staring up at him. There was another flash of light and then Bruce was back, looking a little worn down. He still had sharp teeth but he was just… normal human sized now. His gem was still cracked slightly and he looked down shyly. He looked like he was in jeans and shirt with rolled up sleeves. “Sorry… that was mean.” He murmured

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thestunti-conjob asked:

Motormaster stared at the two children, realizing that offering to watch them while all of their parents were out was a mistake. It had felt like a whirlwind when Fulcrum, needing him to asked Motormaster to watch the two sparklings. Now, Motormaster was staring down at the babies, shaking his head having no clue what to do.

The two stared back. Dawn putting himself in front of Sky and Motormaster, nearly growling. Sky was just in awe. He had yet to meet a mech as big as Big Sire. After all, that was why he was BIG Sire. “UP!” The winged Sparkling suddenly demanded. The word startled Dawn, who squeaked in anger at his brother.

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Molly turned and stared at Sherlock open mouthed, then she snapped her mouth shut, narrowed her eyes and her lips thinned out.

Sherlock put up his hands in surrender, - and defence - when Molly bore her slap happy expression as Sherlock thought of it, he needed to tread very carefully. “Molly,” he wheedled, “I don’t have a choice.”

Molly’s face tightened, at this sign of her slap level possibly increasing, Sherlock felt actual terror rising, he worried for his physical safety, for though she be but little..

“You don’t have a choice?” Molly’s voice was pitched very low, each word enunciated clearly, it wasn’t due to a lack of anger, no, more like a rage burning so deep she couldn’t risk losing control of it and possibly – likely -  committing murder.

“Well,” Sherlock gulped as he backed away, his thighs connected with the table in the kitchen as tried to figure out how to best proceed. His brain flicked through files in a whirr trying to establish the best angle, he received an error message, there was no best way to deal with this. “It’s a ten Molly.” His voice supplicating.

“A ten?” Again her voice came eerily calm, both words were spat through her teeth. He was in the eye in the storm, one false move and he would be swept away.

Sherlock flinched, “Yes.” His voice barely a whisper, his fear of reprisal evident.

“I see.” Molly stood tapping a foot, arms folded across her chest.

Relief coursed through his body until he reconciled the words with her expression and body language. “I’ll be back in time Molly I swear to you, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He pleaded.

“Hmm, no, not for the world, for a ten, in Switzerland.”

“Molly, I will be there, I want to marry you.” He tilted his head and gave her his best puppy eyes, her expression didn’t change.

“I hope you do Sherlock, because if you are not at the church in time, you will have to marry the bloody ten in Switzerland. I. won’t. wait.” Her face relaxed into a sigh letting him know that she wasn’t happy, but she would tolerate it.

“You won’t have to Molly, I promise, I will be there and it will be perfect.” Sherlock danced over to her in his happiness and cupped her face in his hands, “You will be my wife and I will be your husband and it will be perfect.” He planted a chaste sweet kiss on her lips and pulled back to look at her lovingly, smiling gently.

Molly’s stomach flip flopped and she internally rolled her eyes at her body’s idiocy, two and a half years they’d been together and she still reacted like a teenager with a crush around him, it was ridiculous.

She smiled back at him fondly, “It better be, Sherlock Holmes.” Her voice was soft.

Sherlock decided to push his advantage, “So I was thinking about taking a nap before I go? Would you like to join me?” He moved in close and ran his hands up and down her upper arms softly, flicking his eyes from hers to her lips and back again.

Molly’s gaze was elsewhere though she did grab his lapels out of habit, “I’m not really tired Sherlock and I’ve got wedding stuff to plan so..” Molly trailed off already calculating in her head the best order to achieve things.

“I’m not tired Molly,” he smirked, waiting for his fiancée to catch onto what exactly he was suggesting.

Oh! Oh, yes, erm, a nap sounds lovely Mr. Holmes.” Molly giggled.

Sherlock grinned and grabbed her hand, spinning her around he started toward the bedroom dragging her willingly along. Molly’s giggle echoed along the hallway as the door slammed shut and they followed slamming against the door..


I don’t know whether to continue this because I’m unsure of my ability to Think of a ‘ten’ I’d like to set it in the Scrummy universe with a T rating but I’m stuck on how to get around a ten.. Ideas?

Pretty Little Liars Theory Submitted by i-n-f-i-n-i-t-y-x-o

This is going to be long and you do not have to read it if you don’t want. Ok so I believe that Charles really is dead, weather or not it is under the name Charles i’m not convinced.

So I think that according to the timeline Charles would have been put in to Radley around age 9. Yet there are no records of him being there until 13. So what if he was sent to live with Aunt Carol until he became so out of control that they had to put him into Radley, and the real reason that the DiLaurentis family moved to rosewood was to be away from Charles, then when Charles was put into Radley Mrs DiLaurentis got on the board to be close to him.

There was 2 reasons why Charles got put into Radley

  1. He was mentally challenged and had an anger issue 
  2. He felt trapped in a male body even though, he wanted to be a female.

When Charles was 16 Mrs DiLaurentis helped him to fake his own death and then took him back to Aunt Carols. This is why there were 2 dresses in the piano, one was for Ali and the other was for Charles, obviously not for him to wear but to symbolize that she was accepting him and wanted to help him change into a female. Once this happened they put the grave in a Aunt Carols to show that, that was the past.  

So he had a gender change and called himself Bethany, then he got put back into Radley, and this is why Mrs DiLaurentis did things with Bethany outside of Radley as it was her child, she told Bethany to call her Aunt Jess as she didn’t want anyone to know that she was her mother. This made Bethany angry because she knew that Mrs DiLaurentis was her mother not her Aunt. While she was in Radley she was the one who killed Toby’s mother and that is why Mrs DiLaurentis covered it up as she knew the police would investigate and that would cause the secret to be exposed.

This would explain the Drawings that Bethany did:

  1. We see the picture of Toby’s mother falling, why would she draw this unless she was involved?
  2. We se the picture of a young boy being carried away, what if this symbolized Mrs DiLaurentis taking him away to Aunt Carols
  3. We see the 2 picture of Mrs DiLaurentis one with liar written all over it and the other is her with devil horns, these could be explained as Bethany is angry about being sent away by her own mother because he was a little tough to handle and the liar would be about lying to everyone about the relationship that they had.
  4. We see the picture of her looking in the mirror, now this could be as she had just had the gender transformation and was really happy with how she looked.

I feel like while she was in Radley as Charles she may have meet Cece as we know that Cece was in and out of Radley, and that Charles and Cece fell in love. Then when Bethany turned up at Radley Cece saw similarities and asked questions which lead to Bethany ultimately telling Cece the truth.

On the night that Bethany was killed she has escaped from Radley and this is what the phone call was about, and Mrs DiLaurentis knew that Charles had tried to hurt Ali before there was nothing stoping him from trying again. Causing Mrs DiLaurentis to tell Ali to stay home. Bethany came wearing the yellow top and this caused the liars to believe it was Ali, and for some reason killed her. It may have had something to do with the pills that Ali gave them.

Bethany dying made Cece really angry and this caused her to plot a revenge. Turning into Uber A.

This would explain all the games played in the doll house, she was trying to break friendships just like what had happened to Her friendship and relationship with Charles. It explains why she may have killed Maya, why she blackmailed Toby into helping with information about his mother, How she knew this would be by knowing Charles/Bethany. It would explain why she would try and break-up Ezra and Aria. It all links back to how she felt because the love of her life was ripped away by them.  

What do you think about this?

Feedback: Actually, Nate killed Maya, remember? But overall, this was a great theory! There were rumors about Charles being transgender. It does make sense. Anyone else have anything to say about this theory?

andmichellesaid asked:

For the ship/mini fix thing #8 or 9 (or both! I just want one of those) for spuffy!

YES okay! :D

8. things you said when you were crying

She remembered clearly how she had felt when she heard him. How dare he, she had thought, surprised by the bitter taste that rose in her throat. How dare he cry for me. 

Maybe she had told him the truth just to get it out there, to make her feelings more real. Heaven seemed like a hazy dream at this point, a memory too beautiful to have been true. Maybe she did it to validate her anger, knowing that he would hate her friends on her behalf. She had to be the strong one, the martyr; he was a soulless monster who owed these people nothing.

When she left, she had felt better, or at least a little less empty. As soon as she went back in the Magic Box, though, she heard something. It wasn’t loud; certainly a non-enhanced Buffy couldn’t have made it out. But she could, and it made her feel things. Things she used to have names for, like “pity” and “sympathy”, but those descriptors seemed a little too strong and definite for the weak drizzle of distant emotion in her. Still, something propelled her, so she cracked the door open and peeked through.

Spike was sobbing wholeheartedly. His hands covered his face, but his slight figure was shaking with emotion. He looked as broken as she’d ever seen him, and somewhere in her mind she remembered marveling that this was the same fearsome killer who had murdered two Slayers. He didn’t seem to notice that she was watching; he seemed absorbed in his murmured mantra. Through the sobs, she distinguished words. “God, I didn’t know…if only I coulda…chip be damned, I would have…I didn’t know.”

She closed the door again silently, refusing to let herself dwell on what she’d seen. The thought that a heartless vampire could cry for her, shed meaningful tears when she herself was barren of feeling - it sickened her. She would realize later the almost perverse joy she had taken in it, that vicarious pain he wore so proudly.

Maybe she’d had another reason for telling him. She had wanted him to hurt for her, in a way that she couldn’t. In that moment, he was more real than she had the privilege to be. It would have moved her if she didn’t hate it so much.

[ blindsunshxne ]

“ Has anyone ever told you you’re freakishly colored and inhuman looking.  “ She hisses at him before crossing her arms over her chest. “ Go ahead and speak to me like that Kisame I can walk the fuck out.”

Anger rang in his head, but so did another mystery feeling.  A feeling he rarely felt; a sting.  So sharp, and precise only when it came from DoYoung of all people. 
     His teeth gritted, “I didn’t kidnap you, I gave you an option…  Leave if you feel so inclined; run back to that tyrannical clan that you call family…”

Whiskeyandbluebirds|closed

Seth was cold, so very cold, shivering in the air with his bare arms exposed, eyes half closed and stomach churning. He felt sick, oh so very sick. Needing to screw his eyes closed as the violent images repeated in his head, descending into a frantic panic. What if he came back, what would he do? The memories of what his childhood had been repeated, and he gripped the edge of the cold iron bin to hurl up the remnants of his stomach. Seth hated moments like these, when no distraction pushed itself forward and he was forced to the think about the past, about Him, about what He would do, and his anger, oh that blinding rage that had terrified him.


The brunette felt his knees give out, felt his body tremble and thoughts collapse, at the side of the street with his head in his hands. Tears blinded and images flashed, the definition between reality and the past merged and he was left curled up, shaking and screaming for help. “No, please, No!”

@whiskeyandbluebirds

Earlier today I told my nine year old brother about how women make less money than men, and he looked at me dead in the eyes, like he was seething with anger due to the stupidity of how it isn’t fair and he said, “Why would they be payed less? That’s stupid.” I mean like, the kid is nine, and I’ve never felt more proud.


Do note that this is the same nine year old who was completely chill when I came out, he literally was like “Cool. You do that.”

And if that’s not the raddest stuff you’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is

Subdue Me | Open

Mal’s skin felt out of place and the werewolf felt control slowly slip away from him as the moon began to rise. It was the full moon and his collar wasn’t working to help him stay in control. He felt his emotions become vastly overwhelming for him to keep under and his senses heightened to the point where hearing the clock’s gears shift when it ticked. He felt angered and malevolent but his anger wasn’t just focused on one thing. It was like everything pissed him off. 

The werewolf’s bare shoulder crashed into the window of his room and he stumbled out of the second floor and onto the floor. He needed to run; to find Master Bryant. His vision was being blinded by rage but his body headed for the woods. He had to keep himself from hurting people until his Master’s command. Mal tripped on an exposed root that connected to a large stump where its knot went straight to the center; the Nemeton. He let out an agonizing howl and felt himself shift at the moon’s will.

Charles Theory #3

This is going to be long and you do not have to read it if you don’t want. Ok so I believe that Charles really is dead, weather or not it is under the name Charles i’m not convinced.

So I think that according to the timeline Charles would have been put in to Radley around age 9. Yet there are no records of him being there until 13. So what if he was sent to live with Aunt Carol until he became so out of control that they had to put him into Radley, and the real reason that the DiLaurentis family moved to rosewood was to be away from Charles, then when Charles was put into Radley Mrs DiLaurentis got on the board to be close to him.

There was 2 reasons why Charles got put into Radley

  1. He was mentally challenged and had an anger issue
  2. He felt trapped in a male body even though, he wanted to be a female.

When Charles was 16 Mrs DiLaurentis helped him to fake his own death and then took him back to Aunt Carols. This is why there were 2 dresses in the piano, one was for Ali and the other was for Charles, obviously not for him to wear but to symbolize that she was accepting him and wanted to help him change into a female. Once this happened they put the grave in a Aunt Carols to show that, that was the past.  

So he had a gender change and called himself Bethany, then he got put back into Radley, and this is why Mrs DiLaurentis did things with Bethany outside of Radley as it was her child, she told Bethany to call her Aunt Jess as she didn’t want anyone to know that she was her mother. This made Bethany angry because she knew that Mrs DiLaurentis was her mother not her Aunt. While she was in Radley she was the one who killed Toby’s mother and that is why Mrs DiLaurentis covered it up as she knew the police would investigate and that would cause the secret to be exposed.

This would explain the Drawings that Bethany did:

  1. We see the picture of Toby’s mother falling, why would she draw this unless she was involved?
  2. We se the picture of a young boy being carried away, what if this symbolized Mrs DiLaurentis taking him away to Aunt Carols
  3. We see the 2 picture of Mrs DiLaurentis one with liar written all over it and the other is her with devil horns, these could be explained as Bethany is angry about being sent away by her own mother because he was a little tough to handle and the liar would be about lying to everyone about the relationship that they had.
  4. We see the picture of her looking in the mirror, now this could be as she had just had the gender transformation and was really happy with how she looked.

I feel like while she was in Radley as Charles she may have meet Cece as we know that Cece was in and out of Radley, and that Charles and Cece fell in love. Then when Bethany turned up at Radley Cece saw similarities and asked questions which lead to Bethany ultimately telling Cece the truth.

On the night that Bethany was killed she has escaped from Radley and this is what the phone call was about, and Mrs DiLaurentis knew that Charles had tried to hurt Ali before there was nothing stoping him from trying again. Causing Mrs DiLaurentis to tell Ali to stay home. Bethany came wearing the yellow top and this caused the liars to believe it was Ali, and for some reason killed her. It may have had something to do with the pills that Ali gave them.

Bethany dying made Cece really angry and this caused her to plot a revenge. Turning into Uber A.

This would explain all the games played in the doll house, she was trying to break friendships just like what had happened to Her friendship and relationship with Charles. It explains why she may have killed Maya, why she blackmailed Toby into helping with information about his mother, How she knew this would be by knowing Charles/Bethany. It would explain why she would try and break-up Ezra and Aria. It all links back to how she felt because the love of her life was ripped away by them.  

A Familiar Face (closed rp with angelic-specter)

The purifier’s wings ruffled with irritation as he took a look around the new file he’d stumbled into quite intentionally, and he reached awkwardly for his itching shoulder blades, scratching at them with sharp nails and cursing beneath his breath. Sprouting feathers would naturally be a bit irritating to the skin, but he was going to end up cutting himself if they kept it up. 
He took his mind off of it to investigate his surroundings, and when this proved a futile effort and only increased his foul mood further, he instead decided to look for the file’s inhabitants, hoping to speak with - or like take out his anger on - them. He could tell this file was not abandoned, yet no one had yet made their presence known. But wait, what was this? The Batter focused both pairs of eyes into the shadows, swearing he could see someone lurking there. Whether for sport or for observation, he felt irritated by it, and quickly approached them, bat in hand as a safety precaution. 

I promised myself the first night I would not write about it.
I promised, I promised, I promised.
But like our relationship, I broke that promise.
Second chances are always mistakes when your lover’s voice shakes. When it shakes and is unsteady like a toddler walking for the first time. His voice shook like the earth does when earthquakes occur, especially when he said he loved me to the unvisited galaxies and back.
He had bullet holes and I could not fill them. I’ve ripped the flowers out of my lungs and killed the green vines out of my protected heart with anger. His sunshine on the greenery turned into thunder filled skies.
The angels in the sky have disappeared and I hate seeing the broken vases on my kitchen floor. The broken shards are like my thoughts and I’ve never felt such disappointment in a person. Confusion is not a factor in the dead garden of now weeds. Your absolute favorite thing ever. Fingers can only cross that your life can be filled with rocks of positivity and knowledge on the what the hell you’re doing. Your head will always be in the clouds, not just any clouds, but thunder filled clouds. There will be drugs and toxic fumes. I will not be there, but rather with salty oceans and freedom written in the skies. Our different worlds collided beautifully for months but like everything, good things come to an end. This is the end.
—  Done, done, done.

“It’s over Krei,” Tadashi spat out. He glared down at the hunched over, black clad figure in front of him. The man slowly rose to his feet, but kept his back turned, further angering Tadashi. “Look at me!” he screamed at him. His friends and brother silently looked on. “You monster! You coward! Look at me!” Tadashi’s grip tightened on the mask. With a heavy sigh the man slowly began to turn around. Tadashi felt his body freeze when he finally saw who it was.

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- Castiel where are you for Dad’s sake! - Gabriel shouted while flying around favourite heaven of his baby brother. Normally he was not a shouting type, but this time he had damn good reason. Castiel was missing for few hours, and till this point archangel’s feelings turned into a mix of anger, worries and boredom. So he felt right with this behaving as drunken hussar, the effect was important after all. Finally he saw a little pair of black wings sticking out from behind a cloud. That fact allowed supposing, that the rest of this feathered monster also was in there.
- Hello buddy- he poked his head through the cloud, some of soft steam staying at his hair. In response he heard a squeak and saw tiny feathered ball when his younger brother hide in his own wings. One of them was covered in bandage.
- Wow what happened kiddo - he murmured and took “a ball” under his wing. In narrow break between wings appeared two big, blue eyes filled up with tears.
- M-m-my wing is broken. Balthazar said that it means im not an angel anymore- Cas bursted in tears cuddling himself in warm, golden feathers of his brother. Gabriel hissed when he imagined a pain in wing and made a mental note to kick Balthazar’s ass.
- Cassie look at me- he asked softly, and when he obeyed he started to talk- Listen to me carefully. It doesn’t matter. Your wing will be all right. They aren’t what makes you angel anyway.
-And what makes me angel? - Castiel asked quietly, as if he was expecting a big secret.
- Two things buddy. Your grace, you know angel mojo and so on. But this will never be used well if you stop listening to this - he placed one hand on his chest and the other on Castiel’s- You are a good angel. Real angels have a loving heart’s.

artwork by edhilvarel thank you dear :D

last night was so crazy like thats the highest i have ever been like it was a mess and i was a mess like i made out with this girl then i three way made out with mystery man and the girl and then i let my feelings get in the way of having a good time so i left and i was too high to drake about it but then me and mystery man almost had sex like it was getting crazy but like i liked him too much to want to do anything while i was high as balls but then it felt like he was forcing me to stay like he was being really rough and it took forever to get out of his car but when i did i got this urge of anger like !!! i was telling him sorry i couldnt be added to ur hoe list and maybe next time and then i saw how mad he was getting and i was just like whatever my nigga but after that or before i really dont remember i had a great fucking time and the time was moving so slow like it felt like i was there forever like the whole time i thought it was 4 am when it was really like 10 pm the day was going soooo slow and ugh idk it was a goodnight overall

Reasons why I’m not out to my dad

1. He disowned me the first time I came out (but did not kick me out of the house)

2. He wouldn’t look me in the eye for months, even after I convinced him that “God had saved me.”

3. When he did look at me, it was with disgust and anger. I felt my entire world fall apart because I no longer saw the love I knew thought I would always have.

4. I was literally grounded until I convinced my stepmother  and him that I wasn’t bisexual anymore. 

5. I was no longer to hang out with the one person who gave me the most support. 

6. My dad called me a whore for the first week, convinced that I was sleeping around because I liked girls too. 

7. He said the reason I was grounded was because of the facebook account I wasn’t suppose to have but it was obvious that wasn’t the reason. 

8. My stepmom told me that she didn’t want to see my face until I asked God for forgiveness and repented for my sins. 

9. When I got my dad a t-shirt for his birthday he didn’t say anything other than that it was too small. 

10. I have never seen him so angry. I was terrified that he would do something much worse than kick me out of the house. 

I was 12. I was told it was a phase and that I needed help. I was told that I was disgusting and a whore. I was told that this thing that I hated myself for years about and had finally found someone to tell me it was normal was actually a disgusting sin that would send me to hell. 

I’m now 15, I have a beautiful amazing girlfriend and a gigantic group of friends who support me but I’m still terrified of what would happen if my dad found out. 

annoure asked:

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Send me a ‘★’ and I will tell you how my character feels about yours. 

   There was a certain THRILL when he first saw her in that broken state,
   hand clutched and bathed in crimson, body trembling against the wall as
   she looked so weak. The scent of copper made his heart race, feeling
   powerful in front of a woman who once had everything but still felt the
   need to act strong when he knew it was all a mask that could be taken
   away to reveal the little lamb he had taken so much pleasure in harming
   that one time. Once, he had done that out of ANGER and taken pleasant
   sensations from it because it was part of his nature; he was sadistic and
   he was a ruler, having others beneath him only felt natural and he might
   have apologized for his behaviour but it wasn’t genuine – he had enjoyed it,
   not that she needed to know because he was an amazing liar and she had
   been chosen to play his game and it was too late to go back now. (x)


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With so much chaos during this week, I seriously felt so defeated at the end of the night. My heart was heavy and it felt so clouded.

But man, prayer seriously does crazy things. HE does crazy things.
When I thought that things could only go downhill from where I was, I cried out to Him in repentance and brokenness, surrendering myself and my own control. And then He overcame the enemy that brought the heaviness and condemnation.

I felt freedom. I felt LOVE. God’s love. MercyCompassion… Grace

I don’t deserve it. This I know for sure. Especially with my flesh’s frustrations and anger and feeling of defeat…And when we are in that place where we have fallen so hard, we realize that we can’t do it alone. But only God can take us out, and He doesn’t fail to come to our rescue.

He can overcome everything & open up our hearts to what He is trying to teach us.

Forgiving us. Redeeming us. Restoring us.

It’s so amazing…

I thank God for the wonderful brothers and sisters who fight the good fight with me. I thank God for challenging me and molding me. I thank God for trusting me as He guides me through a time of pruning and sanctification

What could ever make us feel so defeated,
when the same God who is in us has already overcome the world.

How to become a superhero and marry the love of your life by Tommy Merlyn

CHAPTER 11

The ride to Felicity’s apartment was painfully quiet. She was so silent and was looking through the window not wanting to talk to Tommy. Tommy knew he screwed up in not stopping Laurel but the hurt on Felicity’s face was the final thing that burned any feelings that were lingering for Laurel. He felt betrayed by Oliver and Laurel, was heartbroken when she stopped visiting him in the hospital, but now is irritated and angered by just thinking of her because of how she treats Felicity.

Diggle had to leave after dropping Felicity off. He felt awkward and completely out of place in Felicity’s apartment. He was still wearing his suit from the morning which to him is going to be burned once he gets to the Queen Manor. Felicity wambled towards her couch but he stopped her “let us just get you to bed Felicity. I mean to sleep Felicity, not sleep with you.” He closed his eyes in mortification and opened it to giggles from Felicity “Now I know how to be on the receiving end of my innuendos.” Tommy loved that Felicity had such an open face and right now she was still at the end of her giggle and he just wanted to kiss that smiling mouth.

He took her by her shoulder and eased her to him. Her blue eyes still with the shine from her laugh widened in surprise and instant before his lips took hers. She didn’t jerk away. She made a breathy noise in her throat and gently opened her mouth for him. She was holding to his hips tightly. Heaven is what Felicity tastes to Tommy. She moved her hands up his back and he took more, a little bit more. He pulled her down to the couch and changed the angle and deepened his kiss. He combed his hands through her hair and her body was soft in surrender to his kisses. He swept her up from the couch to carry her to bed and on the bed started kissing her again. She let herself steep herself in the sensation of being explored by him.

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