and think of something else for the actual mother's day

Tyler Seguin - Lost Boy

Warnings: One or two swear words


Why is everyone expected to have a great education, an awesome work with good money, find the man/woman for them and have a fantastic social life before they’re 25?! How do people even do that? The pressure that comes from everywhere about such things, for me, stupid things; the only thing I think people should ask is are you happy not about what everything else is. Dreadful day yes indeed, I’ve followed my mother and sister to meet some relatives up north. We have just met some of my mother’s cousins and they’ve already destroyed my mood.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Mother's Day if Bakugou called his S/O "momma" (it's a southern pet name) and if he'd give any gifts. And would he be shy, flirtatious, etc.? Sorry to bother you, I've just been obsessed with your blog lately! You're doing wonderful! ❤️❤️

Ah thank you so much. I hope you like these, it’s not the easiest subject for me so it may come out looking weird. Also I misread this and started writing something else so I’ve just left that on the beginning as like a little bonus material.


Bakugou + Mama Baks:

  • Nope. No cute nicknames on his side. He’s always called her mom, even when he was small. But that suits her to the ground because she never really wanted to be a momma/mummy/mama anyway.
  • As for actual Mother’s Day they both think that’s a load of horse shit as well. When he was around 4 he declared that he wasn’t ever celebrating a day that wasn’t just for /his/ mom.
  • He has his own version of mothers day like once every six months. He’ll make her her favourite dinner or take her to the movies on his own money. He knows what she likes and knows that she deserves to be treated well.

Bakugou + S/O:

  • Once again nope to the cute nickname. Half the time he forgets to even call you mom around the kid so you’re own child is going to end up using your name.
  • The penny doesn’t drop that he’s supposed to get you something on Mother’s Day while the child still isn’t old enough. Thank god for Uncle Kirishima coming in clutch with a box you know is far too well wrapped to be from Bakugou but you thank him anyway. Kirishima has now named himself your god-husband.
  • He might not be great at this whole holiday thing but he really does make up for all the pictures he takes. A habit he got from his mother, he takes so many pictures so you never have to miss a moment. One year he’s definitely going to make you a photo album with all his best shots. 
Fic: Bonds That Can’t Be Broken Ch. 8/10

Guys! This is the penultimate chapter (not counting the epilogue). Thanks to everyone who has been on this journey with me so far! Your comments, kudos and love for this story have meant so much to me. Thanks to @overwatch-smoak my beta and @smoakqueenz for the art. 

Read it on Ao3 or below. Enjoy! 

Chapter 8: His light

Felicity was in a surprisingly good mood for someone who had a hit out on her head. It could be from all the kissing, but that would be just a guess.

Oliver had not turned up any leads on who might be trying to kill her, so they were in a watch and wait type of situation. She knew it made him incredibly nervous, but Felicity had never felt safer than with both Diggle and Oliver watching her. The terror of the attack against her last night had been washed away with the joy of being with her mate.

And she was. Always. With him. Oliver did not want to let her out of his sight, even to go to the bathroom. It was cute, and annoying. She was starting to get cabin fever and told him so. She wanted to go to work, and he only agreed if he could go with her.

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"Hey, Natoya."

My dad died from Lou Gehrig’s disease in October, 2006, when I was 14. Natoya was the aid who came by a few times a week to help take care of him while my mom was at work. 

I wanted to submit this, in particular, because it’s not very sad or depressing. At least, it doesn’t feel sad or depressing, now. He said this as he was in the dying process–literally actively dying, like within his last 24 hours of life. He hadn’t said anything throughout the rest of the day, but he happened to open his eyes as Natoya was coming to visit for the last time and said hello. 

I was never really bitter that his last words weren’t directed to me, my mother, or my brother. I’ve joked that it betrayed his true allegiances, but I don’t actually believe that. They were just words, and this was a random event. If Natoya hadn’t been there he might’ve said something else. 

When I think about my dad, I actually feel privileged more than anything. He was complicated and difficult in a lot of ways (who wouldn’t be difficult when dealing with Lou Gehrig’s disease?). But he instilled a lot of good values in me, kept a roof over my head, and taught me the value of art (I’m a writer so this is super important to me). 

Writing Example

(I just really wanted to put something together that would help show what I can do…and it got a little longer than I meant…so not all of my scenarios will be like this but I am open to writing as much as I feel is needed.)


The chill night air tickled your cheeks as you stepped outside. If it wasn’t for the shitty events that happened that day you’d actually feel happy.

Taking a few deep breaths you started on your normal nightly jog. As the time and buildings pass your pace quickens to a brisk run. A flood of frustration and sorrow ripped through your mind. Slowly streams of tears ran down your cheeks.

*****

‘Do you really think that someone like you would really be able to be a hero?’

‘….but…’

You’re too much like your mother. Why even bother. You’ll just being wasting everyone’s time.’

‘….don’t talk about her that way…’

‘Just choose something else. You might be able to be of some use to society.

*****

Sudden pain of running into a pole snapped you back into the present. Your eyes burned from tears as you looked around, realising that you’re not on your normal path. Leaning against the pole you let out a deep sigh, wiping at your eyes.

“Hey. Are you ok?” A gentle voice called out behind you. A chill ran up your spine, you honestly didn’t expect anyone else to be out so late.

“Yeah. Just got lost in thought and accidentally ran into this pole here,” you half heartedly chuckled as you looked over your shoulder. A pair of red eyes, filled with concern, met yours. The boy that they belonged to barely looked any older than you, if not the same age as you.

He gave you a small pointy tooth grin before rubbing his neck. “Ok. Well you should be careful! It’s getting late.”

You looked down at your watch and sighed. “Wow! I didn’t even realize that it was getting so late! I guess I should be getting home now huh?” Your voice barely sounded like your own, it was the same phoney chipper voice you used at school.

“Would you like for me to walk you home?”

The question caught you off guard. Why? Putting on your widest smile, you turned around to face him. “Well..I kind of live a bit away. I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Heh. It’s no problem. It’s not manly to let someone walk home in the dark by themselves.”

Disagree. “I guess that makes sense!” What the fuck! “But won’t you be walking by yourself afterwards?”

“Well I’m heading in that direction,” he pointed down the street that you just came from.

Shit. “Well I’m heading that way too! So I guess then it should be ok.” You shrugged as you shoved your hands into the pockets of your sweat pants. He nodded and the two of you started your walk home.

The two of you walked in awkward silence, barely even looking at each other. Why did this happen? Why did I LET this happen…. This is dumb…I’m dumb…

“..this is why I’ll never be a hero…”

“What do you mean?” Your eyes instantly shot up and met with the boy’s as your heart jumped into your throat.

“H-huh? I…I..uh…N-nothing! I d-didn’t mean…I mean…I uh…” When did words become so hard? Tears welled up as you raked your brain for something to say. “I…I-it was nothing! I just…I was just thinking out loud on accident. I’m sorry…”

“Wah? No. Look. I’m sorry,” he whispered, running a hand through his black hair. “This turned pretty awkward. I just saw you run into the pole and wanted to make sure you were ok. You looked like you had something pretty serious on your mind. I shouldn’t have been so pushy about walking you home..”

Why is he so nice? “O-oh…you saw that…” Well I guess there’s no use pretending that didn’t happen… “I…there’s no need for you to apologize. If I really didn’t want you to come I should’ve been more adamant about you coming along. Maybe part of me wanted some company, someone to talk to.” What am I doing..

“I might be a stranger but I am more than willing to listen to whatever ya got on your mind,” the boy assured as he slowed his pace down, his full attention on you.

A small smile crossed your lips as you gave him a small nod and began to tell him everything that happened in the day. You told him all about how your grandparents thought so little about you..well at least about your potential to be a hero. How they always told you it was a waste of time, that you’d only wind up dropping out like your mother, and that nothing that you could say would change their mind. “I just wish that they’d see me as me and not just a carbon copy of my mom. I just want to prove to them that I can do this.”

He waited for a couple of moments after you finished talking to begin speaking. “Then just do it. Throw your full self at being a hero as hard as you can. It’s your life!” Gently he placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you an encouraging smile. “Live it without any regrets!”

Slowly you placed your hand on top of his and nodded. You weren’t sure what to say but you did feel better. “Thank you,” you whispered as you came to a stop. “I..unm…really appreciate you listening to me. Th-this is my street though. I can walk myself from here.”

“Oh! Yeah! Um..no problem. I’m just glad I could be of some help to ya.” He took a small step away from you and put his hands into his pockets. “I hope ya have a better day tomorrow. And remember to not give up on yer dreams of bein’ a hero ok?”

You gave another sharp nod before starting to walk towards you house. After a few steps you stopped and turned back to him. “My name’s [___], what’s yours?”

“Kirishima! Kirishima Eijirou!”

“It was really nice to meet you Kirishima! Have a good night!” And with that you turned back and sprinted to your house. Kirishima. I guess I’ll have to remember that.

JC Caylen | Well, too bad!

anonymous asked:

Could you do a Jc Caylen imagine where the reader is an alcoholic and Jc wants to help her and when she refuses he says something like “well too bad.”

Count of words: 428

Warnings: short maybe a little bit sad ( I don’t actually find it sad.) Also I don’t think it is very good but I tried ♥

A/N: Sorry you had to wait this long anon but these past couple of weeks have been messed up.

Days were hard for Y/N ever since she lost her mother. It had become hard for her to sleep, to eat or do anything else. The only this she was doing all the time was drink. Drink like her life depend on it because she thought it did. She would drink and drink and then come home drunk. JC would always be concern but she would always just shrug it off and go to sleep.

Every night was the same process. She would fit her body inside one of those tight skin dresses she owned. Then she would put on heels, followed by the makeup. Lastly she would just take her things and leave the apartment empty with JC looking at the ceiling worrying about her but never knowing what to do. He just kept on trying to help her but she kept denying it and pushing him away.

After about a month or two JC decided it was time to do something more. He thought he should talk to her and offer her more help. He couldn’t keep on seeing his girlfriend destroying herself day by day. “Just let me help you.” He offered. “Oh, but there is nothing wrong love. ” She assured. “Y/N, you are not ok. You keep drinking and drinking. Your mother would never want that for you.” He objected. Her beautiful eyes darkened from pain with the mention of her mother. “Don’t ever play that card on me Caylen! ” She growled. “All I’m saying is that maybe you should talk to a doctor.” JC suggested but her stubborn mind said “NO!” She kept on saying she was ok. “Baby, no. You keep breaking everyday and all I want to do is help. Please don’t deny my effort to help you, Y/N.” He said with pleading eyes looking at her, or what was left of her. “I said no! I don’t want your help JC.” She said anger evident in her voice. And that’s when JC’s eyes darkened. “Well, too bad Y/N. Cause I’m helping you whether you like it or not.” He said grabbing her arm and pulling her to his chest. “I just want you back baby.” He said kissing her forehead as her body relaxed in his arms.

The past couple of months Y/N had let JC help her. She did, as suggested, go to rehab. With JC’s help and support she was doing better. She stopped drinking, her body started going back to its normal form, her face lighting up day by day showing how healthier she had become.

gravityrest  asked:

🎀💉

🎀- Do you like cute things at all? What is the cutest thing you have or have met?

“Of course. Cute things really make the world go round, don’t they?”

He paused to think about the second question. What was the cutest thing he had met? The baby bunny that followed him home one day? The tiny little chick that he had taken care of when it had gotten separated from its mother? His cute little Eevee? No… It was something else entirely.

“…Jack’s mini form! He’s super cute and squishy. Don’t tell him I said that, though!”

Eevee is definitely a very close second, though.

💉- Do you dislike shots and injections?

“Is there anyone who actually likes them? It’s bad enough that the needle’s prick hurts a lot, but it’s even worse when your entire arm is sore for days afterwards…”

Theory-time!

So, I wanna do this now, and maybe change it later, because you know we are going to get more videos. I think we’ll get a short film for each member. And as for the dots, as Yoongi’s merged with Jimin’s, I think Namjoon’s is going to merge with Jungkook’s, and Hobi’s with Tae’s. And then Jin will be the fourth dot. I think it’s mainly as a reminder that all of the boys have connections to each other, and not just with one of the other members. So I’m going to put my theories into four sections. One for Kookie + Yoongi, one for Jimin + Hobi, one for Tae + Namjoon, and then one for Jin.

Jungkook + Yoongi: Jungkook is alive, and Yoongi is dead. I don’t think Jungkook died in that car crash. I think he was put in a coma by it, and he wakes up from it in #BEGIN. He obviously has a strong connection to Yoongi, so I think the whole darkness/rain/crying/fire thing is supposed to symbolize how he feels when he finds out that Yoongi is dead, and how he died. The little red mark on the drawing of Yoongi is in the same spot that Jungkook hit him in INU, so I think that simply shows that that was their last proper interaction. As for Yoongi’s story, he definitely died in that fire. He lit it himself, and he didn’t back out. I’m guessing it’s out of guilt. I think he was the one who ran Jungkook over. Completely out of accident of course. He probably found something out about one of the other members and was upset and didn’t look where he was going. So I think his short video is basically him in the afterlife. The red is probably for the fire he died in. And then he relives/watches one of the moments in life he regrets the most. And the slight connection to Jimin, I think is because Jimin was in the car with him. So basically, Yoongi and Jimin are in a car, probably on their way to tell Jungkook about something that happened to the other members. Yoongi is upset, and isn’t looking where he’s driving, and they accidentally run Jungkook over. Him and Jimin both survive the crash. Yoongi probably sees how bad Jungkook looks after the crash as he’s transported to hospital, and gets consumed by guilt. So he doesn’t even wait to find out if Jungkook is going to make it or not, because he assumes that he just killed his friend. And then kills himself.

Jimin + Hobi: They are both struggling with depression. In INU, Jimin goes underwater, but he goes back up again. So I think he was considering drowning himself, but couldn’t bring himself to go all the way. But Hobi, he seems more determined to die. So I think he does overdose. But, when he’s on the ground in INU, you can see his eyes fluttering slightly. So I think he survived, even though he didn’t mean to. So I guess Hobi is going into hospital, while Jimin stays where he is. Then he’s in the accident with Yoongi and Jungkook. And then his mental health goes spiraling down. He’s clearly taking one of those psychological tests (that I can’t remember the name of), so something is obviously up with his mind. And I think he might be hallucinating. Like, the pillowfight with empty air? I think he’s hallucinating that Hobi is there with him. And I saw someone saying that the apple and painting/photo of a forest could be symbolism for Snow White. And I can agree with that. And I think Jimin might be the evil queen, while Hobi is Snow White. In short, Jimin kills Hobi. But I think it might be because he hallucinates that Hobi is someone else, and not because he actually wants Hobi dead. From what I saw in #LIE, Jimin is at some sort of hospital, so I assume it’s an mental institution of sorts. So, Jimin and Hobi both tried to kill themselves and failed, then Jimin gets worse, kills Hobi and gets locked in.

Tae + Namjoon: Namjoon is dead. He died when the gas stations exploded because of his cigarette. And he was Tae’s support, and now he’s gone. We can see Tae calling Joonie right after he killed his father. But we never get to see if Namjoon actually replies or not. I think Tae calls him right after the explosion, not knowing that he’s dead. Or maybe he calls a dead person, just because he ha no one else to turn to. As for Tae’s story, I’m guessing the girl is his sister. His mother probably died from sickness or something, which made their dad turns to alcohol and abuse. And the day he kills him, Tae probably already was having a bad day, and it was just the last drop to see his sister get abused once again. And I saw someone mention that, in Asia, cutting your hair short is symbolism of leaving you past behind you, so I think that is simply what that clip from Danger was about. And without Namjoon, Tae doesn’t care about running away when he gets caught doing graffiti. And there’s not much more to it, I don’t think. The empty phone booth is probably to show that Tae can’t reach Namjoon anymore.

Jin: He was the first to die. It might have been in an accident, but Demian is about a murder, so he might have been murdered. Either way, his death was the start of everything. His death is the reason why Yoongi was upset and ran Jungkook over, and his death is the reason why Namjoon, Jimin and Hobi are depressed. When he died, I assume that the maknae line looked to the remaining hyungs for support. But the hyungs couldn’t take it, and died one by one. 

And that is my theory. I might add more to it when the other short films drop. And I might be completely wrong. Who even knows with BigHit anymore. What do you guys think? ^^

Colours of Thursday: Recent Conversations with my 8-year-old


At the computer, 8-year-old watching Youtube videos of people playing Minecraft

Me [passing by]:   Who’s that guy?  

8yo:  It’s Zexy Zek.

Me:  Zexy Zek?  Hm.  Is he okay for kids to watch?

8yo:  Yes!  He’s like 16 years old or something and he trolls people’s worlds in Minecraft and destroys all their stuff.

Me:  That doesn’t sound very kind. 

8yo:  No, it’s okay, he always rolls things back at the end.

Me:  Oh.  He rolls things back.  I guess that’s okay.  And he just plays Minecraft?

8yo:  He also has competitions where he and his friend see how many marshmallows they can put into their mouths and still speak. 

Me:   That sounds––awesome.

8yo:  Trust me.  It is.


**

At breakfast

8yo: [sadly] My tummy feels so empty and rumbly.  [Looks down at the breakfast I’d put in front of him ten minutes earlier, laughs quietly, murmurs to himself:]  So now she’ll be like, well, that sounds like you’re hungry, why don’t you just eat? And she’ll be like, what’s wrong with that kid?  [Laughs again, eats]


**

In the car

8yo:   Why is life so strange and complicated and also what’s Magic Mike?

Me:    Well…

8yo:  Have you ever wished you were Zexy Zek?

Me:   No, actually …  [warming to subject, enjoying beautiful simplicity of question] … in all honesty, I can say that never once, in my life, have I wished I was a 16-year-old youtuber named Zexy Zek who trolls Minecraft worlds and eats marshmallows.   

8yo:   Why not?


**

At the school gate

Me:  Bye.  Have a great day.  Be kind to yourself and to everybody else.

8yo: Okay.

Me: [walking home, thinking about what I just said.  Actually, that was a good thing to say.  I think I should say it every day from now on.  I think it’ll be like a catchphrase between us.]

Me: [And one day in the future, he’ll be giving a speech at a wedding or something and he’ll say, ‘Every day when I was growing up my mother used to say, ‘Be kind to yourself and to everybody else’, and you know what?’ and then he’ll talk about how it changed his life, or how that’s the pattern he lived by, and that’s why he’s so happy now and why he saved the world from climate change.]


At the school gate the next morning

Me:  Bye!  Be kind to yourself and to everybody else.

8yo:  [stops abruptly - turns back]  What did you just say?

Me:  Be kind to your..

8yo: [interrupting]  Yes, I know what you said.  I mean, why did you say it?

Me:  Well, I thought it was a nice thing to say.

8yo:  But you said it yesterday.

Me [faltering]  Right.

8yo: So why would you say it again?

Me:   Um.  I just thought it was–– a good thing to say every day…

8yo:  I heard you yesterday.

Me:  Okay, but I thought––

8yo:  There’s no reason to say it again. 

Me:  Oh.  Sorry.

8yo:  Well, just don’t ever say it again. 

Me:  Okay.  Bye. 

8yo:   Hm.


**

At the computer, 8yo watching Youtube videos of people playing Minecraft

Me:  Is that Zexy Zek again?  Did I just hear him say ‘crap’?  Are you sure he’s okay for kids?  

8yo:   Definitely.  Do you want an example of how good he is for kids?

Me:  Okay.

8yo:  Whenever the f-word comes up in the chat, he says, ‘You’d better look away from the screen, guys.’

Me: …

Me:  The f-word comes onto the screen?

8yo:  Sometimes.  But it’s fine, he says ‘uh oh, you’d better look away’.

Me:  And so you look away?

8yo: [smoothly changes subject]


**


In the living room

8yo:  Do you want to hear a riddle?

Me:  Ok. 

8yo:  What has two legs at lunch time, five legs at afternoon tea, and four legs at dinner?

Me: [Thinking, thinking.]

Me: [Thinking: This is like that one where it’s 4 legs then 2 then 3, but this is different number of legs.  So.  Think, think.]

Me: [Why the reference to meals?  Something to do with food?  Animals?  Some kind of vegetarian point being made?]

Me: [I’m not going to give up.]

Me:   [They’re good for the brain, riddles.  I should learn a musical instrument and a language, for my brain.  But first, I’ll get this riddle

Me:   What was it again? Two legs at lunch, five at afternoon tea, and four at dinner?

8yo:  Right.

Me: [thinking, thinking, thinking.]

8yo:  You don’t know, do you?

Me: [sadly]  No.  What is it?

8yo: [surprised]  No idea.  I made it up.  [philosophical]  Somebody must know.

Wario Man, the world’s favorite garlic based superhero, comes to save the day, and make a quick buck while at it!

Not a bad thought! We were actually banking on a Ness or Lucas reveal, since the 25th anniversary of their series happens to fall on the last day of Comic-Con! If history is any indication, Sakurai will be revealing whoever nobody picks. Just remember that it’s only newcomers who get trailers, not veterans (even if a veteran happens to show up in a new character’s trailer). What do you think, folks? Will we even see anyone show up at Comic-Con, or is Nintendo’s Smash “surprise” something else entirely?

Meet the Parents.

Finally, the day Santana’s mother had been begging for for over a year, was here. Quinn was finally going to meet Santana’s parents. This moment usually happened much sooner in a relationship, but with the two of them, nothing was ever typical about the way they did things. Santana wasn’t at all nervous; she knew her fiancée would get along wonderfully with her parents, and that her parents would just absolutely love the blonde. She could just picture them all now, sitting in the living room, drinking whatever fancy wine her mother splurged on while her father asked Quinn questions about the military and America and whatever else he could think of. She had never been the type of person to be embarrassed by her parents, so she was actually pretty surprised this union hadn’t happened earlier.

In movies, people usually dressed up for this particular occasion, but Santana saw it as just a day at the house she grew up in, so she opted for something a little toned down, just one of her tight dresses her parents had seen her in countless times in high school. She added a jacket and some heels and she was ready to go, wishing she could wear the ring Quinn got her to flash it off. If she wore it, though, she probably wouldn’t be able to pay attention the whole night because she would just be staring at it. She jammed her keys into the pocket of her jacket before taking a seat on the couch, petting Winston as she waited.

On May 2011, the tiny town of St. Michael, in the Spirit Lake Reservation, was shocked by the horrible murder of two little kids. Siblings Destiny Shaw (9) and Travis Dubois Jr. (6) were found murdered in their father’s house. They had been stabbed more than 100 times.

It took three days to realize something had happened and find the bodies, even though the house was a gruesome crime scene. The kid’s parents were separated. Mena Shaw, the mother, was working and taking care of her other kids, thinking Destiny and Travis were safe with their dad. But Travis Dubois Sr. had been away for days, drinking.

At first, suspicions fell on Travis Sr. He actually confessed to the FBI he, and no one else, had killed the children. Later he claimed the confession had been coerced and he’d been in a state of shock.

A year had passed when the investigation turned to another suspect. Valentino “Tino” Bagola, the 18 year old cousin of the victims. His DNA was found under the nails of Destiny, and he had been babysitting the kids on the days of the crime. It was July 2012, and Tino was already in police custody on a theft charge. After three days of interrogation, the teenager finally cracked. And his confession was pretty disturbing, since he revealed he had raped little Destiny before killing her. “I started to bone Destiny then I started to stab her and left her there, Then I slammed Travis to the floor then I started to stab him. I’m sorry for everything that happened to those kids,“ he wrote in a statement.

And the motive for the rape and murders? According to the prosecution, Tino found out that he was getting paid less for babysitting than Mena’s older daughters, so he decided to take revenge on Travis Sr. by doing that to the children. 

During trial, his defense claimed he was innocent and that the real killer was Travis Sr. But the jury didn’t buy it, and sentenced him to life without parole.