and this is why people need to stop hating pit bulls

Familiar

Plot: It had been a few months since Park Jimin had learned a valuable lesson, but he was craving to meet the person who had taught it to him, even though he was still with his girlfriend.

Pairing: Idol! Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: MUCH Angst, fluff

Notes: There you go. Foreign 2. I ain’t writing more of this. You are lucky I didn’t kill off the reader or anyone. 2.5k Words

P.S. If you ask for more, I’m just going to ignore it because I hate writing more cliché bull. I love you all, but I’m a brat.

Foreign | masterlist

Originally posted by sosjimin

It was never the same. After he had met you, he stopped caring about his relationship, but tried so hard to do what he could to get the same spark he used to have. Don’t get him wrong – there was a spark, but it didn’t come close to the one he had with you. 

His bandmates had even noticed this change. It wasn’t obvious, but he had been with his bandmates for more than three years now. They knew about his behavior. It was less excitable when he saw his girlfriend, maybe he went over to her place more, but it seemed as if he was forcing himself to.

“Jimin, are you okay?”

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First Impressions (Part 3)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and

Word Count: 2030

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

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Another week and a half flew by since your interview but you were hard at work for your film, pouring every waking hour and ounce of energy you had into directing and meanwhile trying not to but heads with Mike.

Your phone buzzed at 10:45.

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15 THINGS I WISH EVERY DOG OWNER\POTENTIAL DOG OWNER KNEW

This has nothing to do with my blog but it’s the holiday season which means NEW DOGS which means many WILL BE SURRENDERED simply because people don’t know how to communicate with them so as a trainer I want this spread as much as possible because you never know if some of it could save a life. Sorry it’s long but it’s IMPORTANT.

1. A lot of things are dangerous to dogs that you’d never think of 

Let’s get the biggest chunk over with. You might not believe this, but these are NOT common knowledge.

First off, human food. Yeah your dog can eat some of it, but not all. If you’re not sure, LOOK IT UP. The first things that come to mind are chocolate, grapes, avocados, caffeine and alcohol and drugs. Human pain killers = bad. Benadryl = fine, but look up the correct dosage for a dog’s weight. Doggy pain killers exist at pet stores, but most pills are bad. Smoke is bad. That’s not up for debate don’t get it near your pets. 

Concrete and Asphalt. If it’s too hot for your bare foot, assume it’s too hot for them, but be extra cautious with asphalt. If the air temperature is 77 degrees Fahrenheit, any sunlit asphalt is 137 DEGREES!! 

Don’t leave your dog alone with rope toys. I know too many dogs who died because they either accidentally or intentionally swallowed some rope toy and it messed up their intestines and killed them. 

Don’t let your dogs chew on rocks. Again I know several who swallowed one or more and either had an expensive surgery or died. Sticks are typically okay but be aware that some plants are poisonous.

There’s more but lastly, some dogs develop allergies to dog food. Go ahead and avoid corn, soy, and byproducts, (think protein based) but some dogs are allergic to chicken and\or wheat. If your dog is chewing\itching themselves excessively and there’s nothing major on their skin, their food might need changed.  

2. Dogs can only understand one word to mean one thing

What does ‘down’ mean? Get off the couch? Lie down? Stop jumping on me? We know it could mean any of those. A dog doesn’t. One word per command! 

3. They do have reasoning abilities 

I could tell you many stories about my dogs tricking each other for their own benefit, about them tricking US. About how they teach themselves things. Your dog might not be super intelligent, but don’t go into it thinking that’s a guarantee. 

4. Dogs only have a 5 minute memory 

They’re smart but this is the truth. Cats have a 16hr memory and can trick you into thinking they forgot. A dog actually did. So after the two of you disagree, don’t be mad that they look happy. Separate yourself from them if you’re going to take out unnecessary anger. 

5. Doggy diapers are not meant to cure potty training issues and doggy boots are not meant to prevent digging.

I can’t believe I have to say this one. If you have a question about one of these issues, message me or seek professional info. 

6. Dogs bark for a reason, and sometimes it’s the moon

There are many ways to teach your dog to be quiet, but it helps if you know why they’re barking. Hunger, boredom, a noise you can’t hear, and wanting to go out are all likely reasons. If they want something, teach them to be quiet before you give it to them or the problem will be worse. Remember you don’t want to silence them completely, you want to be able to tell them when to be quiet. 

Yes, the full moon can make your dog (or people) moody. Every full moon, I see extra hyper or restless behavior, sometimes to the point of causing destruction, so keep it in mind. One of my dogs just stands outside at night and barks around the time of a full moon. 

7. Dogs communicate via body language and they assume we do too

It’s hard because the same sign can mean different things. Typically aggression is shown through raised fur, bared teeth, lowered ears, hunched back or stiffness, or a still\slow moving tail. But guess what?? They often growl, bare their teeth and raise their fur when they play! Isn’t that convenient? So look for several signs adding up together. If a dog springs into a bowing position during or before play, that means everything is going to be meant as play after that. 

Now for you. Dogs see threats where we don’t mean them. Leaning over them or just looking them in the eye can trigger any dog. If your dog acts afraid or aggressive with you or anyone, turn to the side, don’t look them on the eye, crouch down, hold a hand out, and use quiet verbal encouragement and maybe treats. Also, BE PATIENT. 

8. Aggressive behavior does NOT necessarily mean your dog IS aggressive and needs to be put down\surrendered.

A lot of people would’ve given up my terrier when he was a youngster. He acted like a jerk because he didn’t know how to play yet, or he actually WAS a jerk. It’s likely that the two of you haven’t learned to communicate with each other yet. Seek professional help!

ALSO SOCIALIZATION IS ALWAYS NECESSARY. I don’t care how nice they are. Socialize them! Your other dogs and dogs they see regularly DO NOT COUNT. Socialize them! 

9. It’s not a rescue group or shelter’s place to judge you

Don’t let fear of being scolded keep you from leaving your dog with good care if you MUST surrender them. Try rescue groups who foster first, then shelters. If you leave your dog in your yard when you move or a box, you deserve to suffer the same fate. For the love of all that is fluffy if you’re going to 'dump’ them do it at a pet store!

10. Shock collars do not automatically equate cruelty but are rarely the best option 

9 times out of 10 there’s another way, but sometimes its necessary if the problem is putting the dog in danger. BUT ALWAYS SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP WITH SHOCK COLLARS FIRST THEY CAN CAUSE WAY MORE HARM THAN GOOD DON’T ASSUME YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT. 

11. If you’re a first time dog owner, there are breeds to be careful with

I don’t care how cute that Husky puppy is. You will ruin each other if you don’t have the right experience or training to raise it. Terriers, Akitas, Giant Schnauzers, and English Bull Dogs also come to mind. I’m not just talking about stubborn attitudes. There are many reasons to be extra knowledgeable with these breeds. 

Notice I didn’t name Pit Bulls. Sure, some have issues, but in their true nature they are the sweetest dogs I come across and are super smart and fun to train. What happens to them gives them the reputation, but most Pits I’ve met in shelters are still the nicest fur babies ever. 

12. Proper crate training is not cruel. It’s the best choice you’ll make. 

Dogs are den animals. They want and need a secure space of their own. They may whine and hate it at first, but seek professional help and do it right. 

13. Adopt don’t shop

I know your kids want that purebred Retriever puppy. Someone will buy it I promise. I won’t ramble about the over breeding issues. I’ll just say adopting a dog will be one of the most satisfying choices you’ll make. Do some come with issues? Yup. Are they all a match for you? Nope. Take your time and find out what breeds they might be made up of to give yourself SOME expectations. And don’t expect a mutt to have more physical issues. That’s a huge lie. 

14. Be prepared and know what your dog needs 

However much time and money you think you’ll need for your dog, assume it’ll be more. And be knowledgeable. Some breeds need less exercise due to how fast they grow and some need way more. But don’t generalize. Not all Terriers bark and not all Cattle Dogs are hyperactive. 

15. You CAN get past it, but only if you’re willing 

The whining, chewing, barking, jumping, pulling, and potty training issues ARE fixable but they do take TIME and EFFORT on your part. Don’t be selfish and commit to something if you can’t follow through on it. Dogs are for life so treat them that way. One more time I’ll say it. Seek professional help. You don’t have to drop $1,000 on training. There are resources online and cheaper training options out there. Keep an open mind and remember to enjoy your dog! 

Alright, that wasn’t nearly as detailed as I’d want, but maybe something from here can help somebody out there. Happy holidays! 

Bitty’s Favorite Peach

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3.8K Words

Warnings for Brief mentions of anxiety and animal abuse. Don’t worry though it’s SUPER fluffy

Summary: Jack and Bitty get a house! But Bitty gets bored and lonely while Jack’s gone, so he volunteers at an animal shelter.


Bitty sat restlessly on the couch with the TV on watching the Bruins play the Habs. He had no real interest in the game, it was late November, still early in the season. 

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The Contest-Part 3

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Nursing Supervisor Anne, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Gen are divorced.  NO HATE please, Gen’s a sweetheart!

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I went back to my life, and promptly forgot about the whole Supernatural thing.  Things were weird between Nikki and me when we first got back from New York, but eventually we got back into our old rhythm.

I even agreed to watch a few episodes of Supernatural with her on her birthday as a special present to her.  I had to admit, Tom…..er Jared was a pretty good actor.  I couldn’t not look at him when he was on screen.

It was about a month later when there was a knock at my door and the mailman was there with a certified letter for me.  I signed my name and he handed me the letter.   My eyes widened as I scanned the contents.  “Holy Shit!” I whispered.  I grabbed my cell from the kitchen counter and dialed Nikki’s number with shaking hands.

“Nik? It’s me. Can I come over? I need to talk to you.”

“Are you okay, Y/N? You sound weird.  What’s going on?”

“I’m on my way over.” I whispered, hanging up the phone.

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cordkitty-ish  asked:

For the post Trespasser prompts: I'd like to make this a prompt for the lovely Sene, if you like. She and her companions are busy with efforts to find Solas after they disbanded the Inquisition (?) and figure out his next move, but they don't have much to go on. A busy town/city, heavy rain, she's exhausted and since he's left, she hasn't quite been herself. But right then, she squints through the rain and *thinks* she can see Solas through in the crowd. Too specific?

Thank you, @cordkitty-ish. This made me cry a little, but it was a beautiful thing to write. <3 This is a “canon” Sene, in which Solas left, Trespasser happened, and it’s all true. Dammit Solas.


A Paper Flower for Your Love

It’s kind of a fucked up show. Dorian tugged her out of the rain.

“Sene, what are you doing?”

“I just—”

She didn’t know.

The sky was a great big bruise. She felt small inside. Once she had been a serious creature who loved him, but now?

“I hate this place,” said Bull. They were hiding out under an awning somewhere in Antiva City. “Why does everybody talk so…swirly.”

“Not swirly,” said Sera. “More like…flowers. Hey, but Josie! Josie’s from Antiva City.”

“No shit,” said Bull.

She stuck her tongue out.

“I need a drink,” said Sene. She scratched at her arm. The whole thing, it was an implant. It had never been the same. “I know it’s raining, but bars are open in the rain, right?”

“Especially open in the rain,” said Dorian. “Come on, my dear. Let’s find a bar. If you like.”

“I’m nobody’s dear,” said Sene.

She was sick of correcting people.

They went into a bar at the end of the street, sat down. Antiva City was tall, patchwork buildings of all bright colors, and blocky. Like the windows and everything, it was all squares. The paint was stucco and rough on your hands. This bar was packed. There were people everywhere, speaking a foreign language. There was no Inquisition, nobody big to protect them. Just the four: Sene, Sera, Dorian, and Bull. Who else would it be? The sun went down real hard every single night.

“I want to go to the sea,” said Sera. She was looking at Sene. They had each ordered a glass of whiskey. Solas had given them a taste for it. Before he’d left, of course. “I want to go to the sea, and have a ball.”

“You sound like a crazy person,” said Sene, scratching at her arm. It wouldn’t stop. “This whiskey sucks.”

“Don’t go out there alone,” said Sera, like she could read Sene’s mind.

Bull and Dorian were dancing on the wooden dance floor, beneath a candlelit chandelier. There were lovers everywhere. This was a happy place. At least, it was supposed to be.

“Drinks are on the house,” said the bartender to Sene. He had eyes for her. He was a big, elegant man. A human. His name was Ricky. He was young. “I know you girls.”

“Know us, do you?” said Sera. “What do you know, Ricky?

“You’re the Inquisitor,” said Ricky, his Antivan accent thick as ink. “And you’re the tall, straw elf at her side.”

“Straw?” said Sera, finishing her whiskey. “How the fuck do you get off?”

“Excuse me?” he said.

“Thank you,” said Sene, calmly. She touched the man’s arm. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” said the bartender, and then he was off.

Sene was staring into the brown pit of liquor in her glass. She was stewing. Sera saw it good and true. “What are you thinking, Quiz.”

“He has to be here,” said Sene.

“Enough,” said Sera. “Give it a break. Tomorrow. The rain is too battering.”

“He could be gone by tomorrow.”

“Where do you think he is?”

“I don’t know,” said Sene. She took a long drink. “I just know what Leliana told me. She said Antiva City. She said this fucking place.”

They watched Dorian and Bull, happy in the candle light. They were so happy. She had watched them grow from zero to happy. She felt like a mean-spirited person, but at the very least, there was this. At least they got their dance in Antiva City.

 They slept that night in a room over the bar. Sene called in a favor. Josie knew everybody, and Sene did, too. When she woke up, Sera was already sharpening the blade on her dagger, sitting at the edge of the bed. “We’re going to the marketplace,” said Sera.

“Why?” said Sene, rubbing her eyes, feeling  blue in the morning. She was hungover as fuck.

“Bull wants pancakes.”

So they went to the marketplace. It was pretty and cold. Raining, still. The water would not end. Some of the businesses had closed, put out sandbags to keep their carpets dry. The marketplace was up on a hill, in a square at the center of town. Antiva City was so beautiful. There seemed to be huge flags everywhere. Flags of all colors, flags from all places. Everybody here drank wine in the mornings.

Bull and Sera ordered pancakes from a food cart somewhere in the middle. Dorian stayed with Sene. They sat together on a wet stoop, their elbows on their knees, sharing a cup of hot coffee.

Dorian was looking at her. She could feel him. He was worried and strong. She tried to shake him off, like she always did.

“Sene,” he said eventually.

She was scratching at her arm again.

“Don’t,” she said.

“Don’t what?” he said.

“I’m sorry,” said Sene. She hung her head. “I’m such a bitch sometimes.”

“You are not a bitch,” said Dorian. “I was just going to say that I heard they sell paper flowers at this marketplace. We could take a moment, find some.”

Sene stared at the cracks in the sidewalk. There were roots growing through. The trees were untamed here. “Okay,” she said. She looked at him. He put the hair behind her ear, a true friend, and smiled. This was warmth.

They left Sera and Bull at the pancake stand, and they walked for a little while. The people were everywhere. Good-spirited, even in the rain. Again, this was a happy place. The men were all handsome, and the women were beautiful. The tourists were thankful and awed. They found a square tent with a sign that said, A Paper Flower for your Love?

Sene walked inside the tent, which was beautiful. The paper flowers hung by strings from the pitched ceiling. They were all colors. They were marvelous. She bought the one that reminded her of the Hinterlands. She touched it and held it like a pet. She felt Dorian watching her, but he turned away. They left the tent. She thought about throwing it in the storm ditch.

But then.

She thought she saw something.

“What the fuck?”

“Sene?”

She tossed the flower. She saw a man in the crowd. He was too fucking tall. The hood was a tell, and there had been furs. It was him.

“Sene, wait.”

“No.”

She pushed a man out of the way, then another. Let us not forget that no matter where we are in this fucked up universe, Sene is a tall, strong woman and she will throw you out of the way if she has to.

She kept going. The crowd thinned and thinned. At some point, she noticed the buildings getting shorter, and losing their color, but the rain coming down like a mean old friend. Fuck you, it seemed to say. Fuck you, she said right back.

At the end of the street, there was a cliff. It was the end of the line. Down below was the great, sweltering ocean, angry with its teeth borne. Lightning cracked, and the sky went purple for a second.

“Where the fuck,” she said. She screamed it. WHERE THE FUCK. She was alone on a cliff somewhere. When she looked back, she could see Dorian rushing past a road block, a huge wooden structure with the words painted DO NOT PASS.

But it was all empty. Whatever she’d seen, it had either not been him, or it had, and he was gone. Either way, she was a fucking idiot. She sat down, cross-legged. She put her head in her hands, and she felt sad.

After a minute, Dorian came and sat down beside her. She felt her arm, itching like a motherfucker, but she did nothing. It was just another failure. She looked at him, and he smiled. He had salvaged her paper flower. It was wet and a little ruined. But he puffed it back up with magic. He made it sort of sparkle. She both laughed and cried.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the flower. She put her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

It was a mean, mean circumstance for Sene. But there was the ocean below and a sky above, and she was the safe one. After all this time. Not alone, she thought. Not fucking alone.


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Lady Cutthroat - Part Two

Thanks for the response to the first part to this fic. I’m glad you all liked it. So here the last half of it. 

Also posted on FFN and AO3

Again huge thanks to @ilovemesomekillianjones she truly is amazing :) 

Tagging the same people as before and a new reader, all are welcome. @katie-dub @cat-sophia @bleebug @lenfaz @ultraluckycatnd @emmaswanchoosesyou @this-too-too-sullied-flesh @thesschesthair @onceuponadisneypotter @flslp87 @jenswans @swanemma @spartanguard @its-like-a-story-of-love @xhookswenchx


“Will Scarlett.” Emma eyed her prey up and down. Here he was. The man responsible for her current state of affairs.

“Emma,” Will greeted, smiling his charming slick grin. “You’re as beautiful as I remember. Haven’t seen you since Tunica.”

“It’s been a while,” Emma acknowledged as she took a seat next to him. “You closed for the night?”

“Aye, wiped out my table,” he grinned. “Advancing to the next night. Went down to see those losers booted off.”

“You’re such a sweetheart,” Emma sneered, motioning for a bottle of water. She was parched. Ten hours of play and she was ready to hit the sheets. “Hear you’re in a bad way. Turning on Humbert. That takes some major cajones, buddy.”

“He turned on a deal with me. It’s the code. Can’t let him stiff me that way.”

“Ratting comes with its own price. You know that.”

Will shrugged. Graham was a bigger rat. Plus, he sort of owed someone. “I got into this situation. There is this bull terrier after me. Real mean son of a bitch. He put the pressure on with all this crap about civil duty, and it was a real downer.” Fucking Killian Jones. Bastard. Will tossed back his drink and motioned for another. “I, in a moment of weakness, agreed. My life has been shite since. They locked me away, Lady C. I almost missed this shindig.”

“Maybe you should have. I had dinner with Graham Humbert tonight.”

Emma watched as Will went pale. Well, who knew. He hadn’t known. Unreal. No one passed gossip faster than grafters.

“He’s here?!”

“Mm hmm. Word is he hired a gun to take you out. Pop holes in your lily white ass,” Emma teased, smiling into her drink. “Though I’m sure you’re use to people taking shots at you. Women?”

Will practically spit out his drink. “Not the ladies, lass! They love me. Naw, it’s their husbands I have problems with.”

“You sleep with Graham’s girl?”

Will looked around, and whispered to Emma. “Naw, his mother!”

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Bad Boy Imagine- Shawn Mendes

(requested by: @greatening )

“bad boy shawn imagine? maybe he’s kinda “feared” by most people in the neighborhood and is involved with some risky stuff in order to make enough money to move somewhere much nicer for y/n? also although he’s a tough guy he treats you like his princess and his entire world and is really protective and just wants the best for y/n? sorry it’s not much of a scenario! i love cute, innocent shawn but bad boy shawn just sounds so hot. let me know if you need more info!”

Sorry it took so long I had writers block. Also i procrastinate a lot. I hope this what you wanted. Sorry if it sucks ;)

Shawn jogged up the stairs and unlocked the door to the apartment he shared with Y/N. ‘Business’ had kept him out all morning. According to Carter one of the Janoskians had messed up a deal down south. It’d cost Shawn just over two grand, which was money he couldn’t afford to be losing. But he’d deal with Skip later. Right now he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with Y/N on the sofa and subject himself to one of those awful nature documentaries she liked. Or worse one of those stupid TV shows she adored… what was that one with the two monster killing brothers called again?

“Babe I’m home!” Shawn called into the apartment as he closed the front door behind him.

“In here!” A voice yelled back. He followed the voice into the living room where Y/N was perched on a fluffy rug in front of the TV still in her pyjamas. She looked gorgeous. Something about polar bears was on the TV and she was picking at a mug full of grapes. Shawn watched amused as she carefully inspected each one for imperfections that deemed them inedible.

Shawn came and stood in the doorway. His height meant that he had to stoop his head slightly, in order to avoid hitting it. “What are you doing?” Shawn questioned needlessly. After almost two and a half years he was perfectly accustomed to her strange little quirks, as was she to his. With her he was a new person. She was one of the few people who knew of his ability to sing and play the guitar. He couldn’t tell his friends, since they would laugh and call him a pussy. But he kept them around because they lead to money, and once he had enough of it he’d finally be able to buy a way out of this life. He’d escape this shitty apartment, heck maybe even the city! He’d buy a grand house down in Malibu… on the beach. He’d finally be able to afford a car instead of having to cram onto a train or bus every day; maybe even a ring for Y/N. A real one, with a big rock, just like she deserved.

“I’m watching tele-” As she turned her cheery face to look at him it dropped. All the cheeriness was washed away by the concern that replaced it. “What happened to you face?” Y/N asked. Her voice had adopted a grave undertone.

Shawn knew that she of course was referring to the small, bloody cut a couple of inches above his right eyebrow. His lips tightened in annoyance about the shit storm that was coming his way. Y/N repeated herself, growing more concerned and more irritable, in equal measures. “I said, what happened?”

“There was an altercation at ‘work’. Some things were said, some punches were thrown, but everything is alright now.”

Y/N stood up and marched toward him until she stood face to face with his broad chest. The height difference didn’t even cause her to bat an eyelid, nor did the fact that he was part of a major drug cartel. In fact it was her refusal to be intimidated by Shawn that had originally attracted him to her. She titled her head up to look at him, “If everything was alright then your face wouldn’t be bleeding!”

“It’s hardly a scratch Y/N. You’re being overdramtic. Can’t we sit down and watch the polar bear thing?” Shawn asked in an attempt to quell her anger. But no, he just sparked it.

“Over dramatic? The people you ‘work’ with- your so called friends are the definition of that word Shawn! Today it’s a head wound, tomorrow it’s a broken arm and then on Wednesday your heads smashed in and you were left to bleed out behind a post offices. Why can’t you just have a normal job? One where I don’t have to worry about you twenty-four seven?” Y/N yelled at him. Shawn hardly noticed the tears that pricked her eyes because the last thing she said had really riled him.

“Stop being a drama queen Y/N and don’t be so ungrateful! I work this job so that I can provide for you, so that we can have a future… away from all of this.” Shawn bellowed, enraged by her blatant refusal to accept that he was working towards a greater good.

“I would be perfectly content with all of this though. Why do you feel the constant need for more? Why can’t you be thankful for what you have? Isn’t it enough? Am I not enough?” She screamed back.

Suddenly Shawn was cloaked with weariness to vast to be known to someone so young. “I don’t have to deal with this.” He whispered quietly. Shawn rubbed his eyes and plucked his leather jacket from where it hung on the clothes peg. He shrugged it on and was out the door in a flash; ignoring Y/N’s whimpering pleas for him to stay.

The whiskey burned Shawn’s throat as it slipped down. But he didn’t show that it burned. Because in his world admitting that you felt pain was a weakness and if they saw you weak, they’d maul you like a pack of savage pit-bulls. He was on his second glass of whisky when Erik approached him. Erik was a black man around the age of 30. He was homeless and today, like most days he smelled like piss and weed. Shawn crinkled his nose in disgust but ordered a whiskey for Erik to. Erik would sometimes deal for Shawn (and buy from), but he also had a habit of over stepping his mark and right now Shawn just wasn’t in the mood.

“Hey Shawn, thanks for the whisky.” Erik smiled taking a sip.

“What can I do for you Erik?” Shawn’s tone was clipped and harsh enough to break ice. Usually he was all for small talk, he liked to keep things friendly because in this game it was the best idea to go making enemies. But today he just wasn’t in the mood.

“I need half a kilo of green within the hour. Some kids are having a party tonight and I’m over charging the shit out of them.” Erik laughed, oblivious to Shawn’s grouchy silence. “All I need is the product.”

“Go speak to Johnson, he’ll sort it out.” Shawn said dismissively. When Erick didn’t leave Shawn made no move to confirm that his presence bother him in any way.

“Johnson is all the way down town, it won’t make it there and back in time.” 

Shawn shrugged callously, “That’s not my problem.”

And then the mark was over stepped. Erik sat up straighter and his voice was tinged with anger as he spoke. After all, this job could mean a big money for him. He could eat for at least a fortnight and be able to pay for his own requirements. “Well I think it is your problem.” Erik said. Patronization was dripping of his words. “You’re my supplier so supply me. You need to go to where ever you keep-”

Something like hot iron snapped inside of Shawn and he locked his fist around the weathered moth eaten fabric of Erik’s ancient parker and yanked the tramp of the Chair. Erik hit the floor with a thud. Silence descended over the whole pub as all its inhabitants watched on. The tension was so thick that you could hear it crackling. Shawn stood from his chair and hauled Erik up by his collar. Shawn’s eyes were clouded with anger as he glared at the cowering homeless man in his fist. And although he knew how wrong it was he just let it out. His fist connected with Erik’s face twice. The punches were hard, precise and would bruise like a bitch. After the second hit the tension slipped from Shawn’s body and it slowly relaxed. A wave of calm washed over him as he let Erik go. With that the establishment relaxed and people returned to whatever dull activates had entertained them before.

“I don’t need to do anything.” Shawn said calmly, then he looked the shaken man up and down. His guilt had already begun to set in. He sighed and drew $250 from his pocket- that was way bigger cut than Erik would have gotten for the deal he was having to bail on.  Shawn offered the cash to the trembling tramp who just stared wearily at him. “Take it, now Erik.”

Erick snatched the money and scarpered of without so much as a thank you.

The door finally clicked shut around  ten thirty- a tell-tell sign that Shawn was back. Y/N gingerly placed her book mark into the book she was currently reading and set it aside. She got up and stormed pass Shawn in the door way and all the way to the bedroom. Shawn felt even worse about earlier after that. He followed her and made many futile attempts to evoke some type of response from her. Y/N never silent treated him she was useless at it, but today was different and he couldn’t stand it. He hated being treated as though he wasn’t there. Y/N got into changed and slipped into bed turning off the lights. Eventually, once he’d slipped into bed beside her, he outright apologised, he couldn’t bear her being this mad at him. “Y/N I really am sorry. I know that you’re worried about me and I love you for it. Just today things were getting on top of me.” At Shawn’s apology little of the tension left her body and she rolled over, then sat up to face him.

She cupped his cheek but averted his gaze, “It’s alright. I just feel like we’re stuck in a bit of a rut. Aside from your job you’re more than perfect. But it’s a big aside and I won’t lie, sometimes I do want to leave. But I can’t because I love you more than anything in this world and I’m scared of what will happen if I leave. I just worry that’s all… and it hurts when you brush my concerns aside like I’m some petulant child.”

“I’m sorry.” Shawn repeated softly and finally she met his gaze.

“I know you are.” Y/N said and placed a tender kiss on his was lips before rolling over and letting sleep take her.

Shawn on the other hand lay awake in the darkness thinking. He thought of Y/N: how despite forgiving him she still seemed sad, the toll his job to on her. But mostly he thought of how he could cheer her up, Shawn new than Y/N was a strong believer in the little things. SO with that in mind he vowed that tomorrow morning he would make her breakfast and see how things went from there.

With that decided he leaned over and placed the gentlest petal of a kiss on Y/N’s warm cheek and whispered, “For the record, you’re more than enough.” Then Shawn rolled over and slept as well.

The next morning Y/N awoke to the heavenly aroma of bacon. She followed the scent, dressed in one of Shawn’s t-shirts, to the kitchen where she paused to admire the view. Shawn was topless; facing away from her. Now Y/N was in the kitchen she could smell the weed entwined with the scent of the bacon. He was rolling a joint and she couldn’t help but admire the way the muscles of his back moved even when undergoing the simplest of tasks. Yesterday’s drama was long forgotten, she’d woken up feeling refreshed and her mood had only improved with the smell of Bacon.  A devilish grin spread over Y/N’s face as she snuck up on Shawn and pounced on his back, as she got a grip of him Shawn pivoted around and began to tickle her body. Y/N tried to escape him, while squealing like a gleeful child until he got a firm grip on her hips and smashed her body against his. Shawn furiously pressed their lips together, Y/N’s hands tangled in his brown hair and she melted into the kiss. They must have lost track of time because after what only seemed like moments the smoke alarm was screeching as the smoke from burning bacon was filling the kitchen.

“Brunch?” He mumbled pulling away. He smiled and pressed his forehead to Y/N’s.

“Bruch.” She answered smiling as he leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose

anonymous asked:

hi. can i ask you why you're anti PETA?

:) i hate peta lol

k so first of all- While they claim all animals deserve to live, their shelter has the highest kill rate of any american shelter. in 2014, of the 2,631 cats and dogs received by your shelter, 2,324 of them were killed. I’ve read a huge number of articles on this and how awful their shelter is and get this- it doesnt meet their own standards of a humane shelter.

They also waste time on bullshit things like bashing video games like Pokemon or Cooking Mama for supporting animal abuse?? Like thats not accomplishing anything??

They spread lies about farming practices. You ever see those posts made by a vegan about how bad it is to keep bees or dehorn cows? There’s actual farmers who have gone in depth on their ACTUAL methods of animal care. Dehorning is necessary for the cows safety.

(Also, interesting fact, we’ve gotten to this point with the number of domestic cows that we have that if we stopped slaughtering them the atmosphere would fill up with methane gas hella fast. If you want to read more about this please google it yourself cause I don’t want to debate the legitimacy of it.)

For a time, PETA was incredibly anti-pit bull. On their blog and website, they take pro-pit stances, but in the past they’ve said how aggressive pit bulls are and that they need to be put down and stop being bred. This was a couple years ago, though, so that may or may not have changed.

Oh- I just did some searching, and 97% of the animals in their care have been killed.

90% of the animals they recieve are euthanised within the first 24 hours.

While they claim that the animals they put down are all “at deaths door”, they’ve been investigated before and it was found that perfectly healthy, probably adoptable animals were killed. Their trash bins are full of dead animals. This is not a shelter. That’s a fucking slaughterhouse in itself.

Also, they give incredibly graphic things to children. One such comic was called “Your Mommy Kills Animals”, with the cover showing an evilly-smiling woman stabbing a rabbit. Wow, real kid friendly, amiright?

Apparently they’ve funded arson and terrorist groups, but I’m not reading too much into that right now.

They’re actually against people having pets.

This is all from looking at one website. There is so much disgusting information on them if you look for it. Google “PETA Kills”.

tl;dr: PETA is fucking trash and I despise them and everything they stand for.

Creepypasta #538: It’ll Find Me Eventually

So a long time ago, back in my non-photogenic days, we lived in a big old house in the country. Yeah, I know it’s cliché, but it was a nice place with little trap doors and closets, old wallpaper, and grainy wood floors that felt good on your feet. It smelled very old, but in a good way, like how a grandmother’s house would smell.

I lived there with my little cousin, who was adopted by us when his parents were in a train accident. He was too little to remember them, so he was basically like a little brother to me. He and I played Barbies and Spaceman and whatever other childish game we could conjure up with plastic dolls and old boxes. It was nice outdoors, and we were able to keep chickens because the property was large and there were few neighbors to tell us what to do. Heck, my parents could have spray painted the house like green and nobody would have cared a bit.

From what we later learned, the events could have happened from when we were barely toddling, but we wouldn’t have remembered. After all, it was usually small and insignificant things at first. A matchbox car that had probably rolled under the refrigerator, or a rubber doll shoe that probably got lost playing in the yard. Even though we never found things we lost, it’s not like we had any sort of reason to believe we would ever are the stuff again. As children, my cousin and I just kind of assumed that it was a fact of life. Things just sometimes go missing and never turn up.

It wasn’t until I started going to school that I realized that things weren’t supposed to work that way. I think it began when I lost a little plastic ring at school. My teacher noticed I wasn’t wearing it and asked where it was. I said it was gone, but that was okay because that happens sometimes. The teacher laughed and shook her head and took me to the lost and found, where I retrieved the cheap piece of jewelry. I was amazed that it wasn’t gone forever. After all, didn’t they just sort of go to lost-things-land after awhile?

When I started going to sleepovers and summer camps is when I really started to realize that things only went missing at home. I was very well organized, but a stray pen or a little barrette that I could have sworn was just there was always gone in an instant. I asked my mother and father if stuff like that happened to them, but they shook their heads and told me I was just being forgetful. As my cousin and I stopped sharing toys, he found that less of his things went missing.

One of the most frightful disappearances however, was when it got my first puppy. Mother had gone with Father to a church fundraiser and my cousin was on a trip to an amusement park (maybe Six Flags?) for the weekend with his friend. I had just got a puppy, a little mutt from a farm down the road. Her name was Sophie and she was still quite small and loud.

Well, that night I was home alone, and she had been very quiet for whatever reason, a little bit more alert than usual. I sat her on my lap and began to brush her with a little wire doll brush to calm her down. I got up to use the toilet at some point, and when I came back, both Sophie and the brush were gone. Even the clumps of fur that had come out of the brush had vanished.

This was the final straw for me. I hated that house. My family was concerned and feared for my well being. I got a new dog, a burly pit bull. This one never got stolen, and made me feel a lot more secure. Things kept going missing, but not as often anymore. I started taking inventory of the items in my room, and never slept easily when something was missing.

I eventually went to college and got a career. After buying my own place, I picked up my pit bull, Loki, from my parents’ house where he was staying. We have a nice little place right now, him and me.

About a month ago, Mother called to tell me and my cousin (who is still in college) that they were downsizing and needed our help moving stuff out of the house. I didn’t want to see that house very much; it still sort of creeped me out. But I decided that if I took my dog, then I would feel more secure.

After working on moving some of the boxes out, my cousin and I decided to take Loki for a walk down the road. He was happy as a dog could be, sniffing around in the dirt and worms. But about a half-mile or so from the house, he started barking into the trees. I tried to lead him onward, but he kept barking at the same area. Confused, my cousin and I followed him through the woods until we reached a small shack. It was a little bigger than an outhouse and blackened from rot. I wasn’t sure why Loki found it so interesting.

After looking around a bit, my cousin found a dirty Rubbermaid box. He opened it and the color drained from his face. I looked inside.

It was like a time capsule, almost. My toys, accessories, toiletries, writing utensils, the glasses I lost in 3rd grade. Spare change, socks, whatever it was I lost. I was amazed, as well as super creeped out. But it wasn’t even the worst part yet.

Loki kept digging at the ground, and eventually unearthed a similar shallowly buried box. The contents of this one were much more appealing. Along with minor trinkets was a puppy carcass. The carcass had marks running down its side, which matched the spokes of the little wire doll brush.

I don’t know if I have ever wept that hard in my entire life. My cousin later helped me bury my little dog. Poor Sophie had been flayed alive with a brush, and I never even knew.

The next day, I packed up and left. I was glad my parents were leaving that house. I don’t want to see any of that area again.

You’re probably wondering why I’m posting this here, but it’s because of something that happened earlier today. I didn’t explain about the pictures I’ve been getting on my phone. Pictures of me playing in the backyard. Pictures of me inside at the family dinner table. Pictures of me doing homework, taken from under the couch. Even a picture of me from afar, packing to leave for college. And the most recent one is of me jogging this morning. I tried to send these to my family and friends but they won’t send. People are telling me that their phone won’t load the images.

A big, metal serving spoon went missing today from my dishwasher. It’s found me.

Credits to: KickButtBallerina

The Diner (Frank x Karen)

So… Here’s some Kastle for your dash because this ship is gonna destroy me.

***

The first time they’re in a diner together, it ends with him saying she should stay away from him.

And, she wants to. At first. Karen wants to heed his warning; she wants to accept that he’s a dangerous man who will kill anyone who crosses him. She knows this. She knows, but there’s something about him. She can’t explain it, she can’t justify it. She just knows he’s not the man everyone thinks he is, or the man people wish that he would be. Society wants things to be black and white so they can pretend that they’re on the right side. Karen knows that for his faults, she knows why Frank does the things he does. And for that, she can’t hate him. She can’t fear him. Not when he’s been honest with her.

The second time they’re in a diner together, it’s just after she discovered he was alive. Three weeks after she saw him on that rooftop. She was sitting in the diner, her laptop open (because she had no wifi at the moment in her apartment), and she could hear him enter the diner, she knew the sound of his walk.

“I read that article you wrote.” He’d said. She looked up, flabbergasted at the expression on his face, and waited for him to sit down. They sat in silence for a while, staring at one another, before she finally spoke.

“Did you like it?” She asked.

“Ain’t bad.” He responds as the waitress pours him a cup of black coffee, “You always a writer?”

“No, actually.” She replies, closing her laptop, “I was an accountant. That’s… Why I moved here. I wanted to be an accountant. I should’ve known that wouldn’t work out.”

“Why’s that?” He asks.

“Too boring.” Karen responds, and she swears she sees a smirk cross his features.

He joins her again the next week, in the same diner, in the same spot. This time, they talk about why he joined the Marine Corps. They talk about Karen’s brother. They talk about how she misses Foggy and Matt and their firm. How she misses her friends, even though she still sees Foggy regularly.

“You got a big heart, Karen.” Frank says, “You’re braver than people give you credit for.”

Karen smiles at this. “I guess I just feel lonely sometimes.” She confesses.

“Sometimes,” Frank sighs, sipping his coffee, “the people with the biggest hearts are the loneliest. They don’t understand how people can’t care like they do.”

And Karen is surprised. This man struck fear into the hearts of everyone in Manhattan; how on earth is he this wise? How does he pick up on so much?

The next week, they discuss Karen’s parents, and Frank’s love of animals. How his family had had a dog, before, and how much he’d loved that dog.

“Her name was Annie.” He said, “A little pit bull. We got her a year before Lisa was born.”

“What happened to her?” Karen asks.

“Cancer. By the time the vet diagnosed it… All we could do was make her comfortable. The kids were young, but it was… It was awful.” Frank replies.

“I had a dog… His name was Socks, because he kept stealing everyone’s socks, even when he was grown. I took him to college with me… But one day, he ran out of my apartment, and he got hit by a car.” Karen tells him, her eyes growing misty.

“I’m sorry.” Frank says.

“I’m sorry too.” Karen replies. The two stay silent for a while, but then Karen breaks it.

“I wouldn’t mind a dog again.”

Frank smiles, which makes Karen smile, too.

The next week, Frank shows up late. His coat is too bulky, and he’s got a grin on his face; one Karen has never seen before.

“I, uh, found something. He looks like he needs a home.” Frank says, opening his coat to reveal a little fuzzy black puppy, who is looking at Karen with big, floppy ears.

“Frank Castle, this is just what I needed to see today.” Karen says, and her smile is so wide that Frank smiles, too. She names the dog Atticus after one of her favorite book characters, and Frank spends the night at Karen’s apartment helping her with the scrawny little ball of fluff. Karen forgets for a moment that this man is The Punisher, and Frank forgets that he’s The Punisher for a moment, too. All he sees is her happiness and her innocence and for a moment, he just wants to enjoy it.

The next week, Karen isn’t at the diner. Frank knows something is wrong, so he goes by her office. She isn’t there, either. Immediately, ten difference scenarios go through his head, all worse than the one before. He goes straight to her apartment then, expecting the worst, his head filled with the worry that she may not be alive behind the door.

Instead, he sees her sitting on the couch, sobbing, with Atticus pawing at her, trying to give her comfort. Frank crouches in front of her, trying to find the words to comfort her, but instead he’s blank.

“I thought… I thought if I moved to New York that I wouldn’t be lonely. Then I met Matt and Foggy. And they… They were my best friends. And then with everything with Fisk and…” She stops abruptly, clamming up. Frank knows there’s more to the story.

“What about Fisk?” He asks.

“I’ve just… Done things.” Karen says, “and I can’t take them back. I regret them.”

Frank can tell. He’s seen that look before. It’s the look of someone whose killed; not out of malice, but necessity. He knows that look. And he knows that the guilt is chipping away at her.

“It’s not on you, Karen.” He whispers, pulling her into his arms. He expects her to pull away, but she stays there, for hours, sobbing herself to sleep.

After that, Frank starts frequenting Karen’s apartment. He starts sitting with her, watching her do mundane tasks because it makes him feel just a little bit more human. He fixes things that break, he plays with the dog when she works late. He helps her do the dishes, and make breakfast, and all the other things that he did before he became the person he was now. Karen doesn’t mind, she likes his company. She doesn’t cry as much, and she laughs more, and she makes him laugh, too. He never thought he’d ever feel like a living person again, but when he’s around her, he feels less like a dead man and more like… Something else.

Four months after the night be met her at the diner, they’re in her kitchen, and Karen realizes she’s left something at the office and she’s got to go get it. She grabs her purse and her coat, and she reaches for her keys, and then addresses him,

“I’ll be back soon, Frank. I’ll call if there’s any trouble. I’m going!” She says, and without thinking, she kisses his lips gently. She leaves and walks out, and he stands there, slack jawed.

Karen just kissed him. And with that one, single act, she just made his entire mind come to a screeching halt for the first time he could remember. Suddenly, he had the urge to kiss her again.

He couldn’t wait for her to come home

Jaspidot!AU fic

Anon:

From the person who wrote the Valentine’s Day fic, you guys wanted puppies?  Here you go!

It was the whimper that first got Jasper’s attention.

                The gem had been dragged to the farmer’s market by Peri, who was looking to pick up some better quality vegetables than the supermarket carried.  Jasper didn’t much care for it, as she was not a fan of vegetables in the slightest, but had ended up coming anyways.  She was beginning to regret that, with there being too many people and too much noise for her liking, even if humans did tend to get out of her way when she walked.

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Good Girls Are Bad Girls 1

Bad Boys Are Bad Boys 

  Walking out of the Forensic Science building you shielded your eyes from the sun as you walked toward Amelia who was waiting for, like always, by the bench you usually sat at. “I hate Cato,” Amelia grumbled looking at her phone.

 “Why? What now?” You asked smiling as you clutched your bag.

 “It’s his night to cook and he completely forgot. You two with your stupid late classes,” Amelia said crossing her arms as you both started to walk toward the apartment buildings.

 “Oh stop it. You’re his girlfriend and you both love each other,” You said rolling your eyes.

 “Speaking of love,” Amelia said as Van came running up to the two of you.

 “Guys, Andrew’s flight arrives any moment and I need to pick him up. Can I have the keys?” Van asked in a hurried tone as she jumped up and down.

 “Uh yeah. Sure,” You said opening your bag.

 “The five of us should go out tonight,” Amelia said looking around, observing all of the people that were rushing to their last class of the day.

 “Uh no thanks,” You said shaking your head.

 “You’re going out. Especially tonight,” Van said as you pulled your keys out.

 “Just because the boys are in town doesn’t mean you have to stay inside,” Amelia said as Van snatched the keys from your fingers. “I bet Matt would want to go.”

 “Amelia no,” You whispered as Amelia started to wave to Matt, your Science partner, as he passed.

 “Hi guys,” Matt greeted.

 “Hey Matt. So we were wondering if you wanted to come out to that pub with us tonight,” Van said smiling. “My boyfriend is coming into town and (Y/N) really needs someone to hang out with.”

 “Sure,” Matt said smiling.

 “Then it’s settled. Meet us there at eight,” Amelia said smiling as she grabbed your hand. Before you could say a word Amelia pulled you away, all the way back to your apartment, while Van ran to the car.

 “I cannot believe you did that,” You said closing the door behind the two of you and walking to the table, where a vase of flowers sat in the middle.

 “Pizza should be here in a couple minutes,” Cato said looking from his textbook to his laptop.

 “Look at you. On top of things,” You said smiling as you grabbed the card, pulling the small piece of paper out of its envelope. When you saw who had sent it your smile dropped and you walked into your room, which was a place you spent most of your time. Amelia looked at Cato before grabbing the card and walking into your room.

 “You can’t  keep doing this. The boys call or send something and you go into total shut down,” Amelia said laying on your bed. You sighed and laid back, letting your head hit your pillows.

 “It’s just not the same anymore,” You sighed looking at the ceiling.

 “Maybe if you talked to him the two of you could work things out. He doesn’t seem to be having a good time either,” Amelia said as Cato walked in. He laid down on your bed, letting his head gracefully lay on Amelia’s lap.

 “Everything is still the same, just minus four people and add five,” Cato mumbled covering his eyes with his arm.

 “So add one,” You said smiling.

 “You know what I meant,” Cato laughed. You laughed as you stood up and walked to your closet, pulling the doors opened and looking through your clothes.

 “You know. I really miss Bested,” Amelia said looking around your floor for your Pit Bull. “Why couldn’t you have brought him?”

 “You know why,” You sighed pulling out a shirt. Your phone started to ring, grabbing everyone’s attention. Before you got even think about looking to see who it was Amelia took your device, smiled, and answered.

 “Long time no talk,” She said as you walked over to her.

 “Amelia. Give me the phone,” You laughed as she laid down, just staying out of your reach.

“Yeah, we’re going to that bar,” Amelia said with a light chuckle. “You should come by and see us, but only if you can get away.”

 “Who are you talking to?” You asked laying down next to her and grabbing your phone. You saw Michael’s name on the screen, making you sigh. “Michael,” You said.

 “Guess again,” a familiar voice said making you chuckle.

 “Luke,” You said sitting up. “Now is not a good time.”

 “It’s never a good time,” Luke said.

 “Well maybe if you show up tonight it will,” You said before hanging up the phone and tossing it behind your pillows. You looked at Amelia and Cato before laughing and shaking your head as you walked back to your closet. Nearly two and a half hours later you were sitting at the bar, Van and Andrew next to you.

 “At least drink a beer,” Andrew said holding up his hand to catch the bartender’s attention.

 “I’m too nervous,” You said shaking your head and looking around the bar.

  “Then relax,” Amelia said walking up and sitting down in the stool next to you. Ever since the news got out about your break up with Calum people stopped staring and taking pictures of you, making you feel normal. You laughed and shrugged her off of you before taking Van’s beer and taking a sip.  

 “Look who’s here,” Cato said looking at the door. Everyone looked over at the door, except for you. Taking a quick breath you sat up straight and looked over at the door, seeing three familiar faces. Ashton, Michael, and Luke spotted your from across the room and smiled as they started to make their way over to you.

 “You guys look so different,” Michael said walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you.

 “Talk about different. Your hair has changed three times since we’ve seen you last,” You said pushing away from him.

 “So you have been keeping track of us,” Luke said squeezing between you and Van so he was leaning up against the bar.

 “You wish,” Amelia said grabbing her martini.

 “How many of those have you had?” Ashton asked taking the glass from her and sitting it back down on the bar.

 “Only a couple,” Amelia said as Michael and Cato started to talk.

 “Sorry I’m late,” Matt said walking up, all eyes moving to him.

 “Who are you?” Michael asked looking at him.

 “Matt. (Y/N)’s Science partner, and you are Michael Clifford,” Matt said holding out his hand.

 “How did you know that?” Michael asked taking his hand and shaking it.

 “I do follow good music and I recognize you from pictures in (Y/N)’s apartment,” Matt said looking at Luke and Ashton.

 “You’ve been in their apartment?” Someone said from behind the boys. Everyone turned around and saw Calum standing there. 

 “Glad you could finally make it,” Van laughed standing up and rushing over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Calum wrapped his arms around Van, accepting her embrace, and looked at you the entire time.

 “And you’re the famous Calum Hood,” Matt said turning around to look at Calum.

 “Who are you?” Calum asked as Van let go of him.

 “Do we really have to go through this again? Can we just grab some drinks and have a little fun?” Cato asked. “Everyone is back together for tonight.”

 “Don’t forget about the show tomorrow,” Michael added as he held his hand up to grab the bar tender’s attention.

“Oh right. We’re going to the concert in a couple days,” Amelia said nodding. You shot her a look and then looked at Calum before turning around to grab your beer.

“Is everything alright?” Matt asked walking up next to you.

 “Everything is fine,” You said forcing a smile.

 “Didn’t you mention that you dated Calum a couple months ago?” Matt asked, sparking Luke’s interest.

 “I, uh, did,” You said nodding. “We ended things.”

 “I think we should stay off of that topic,” Luke interrupted causing you to chuckle nervously. “Besides, we’re only here for a couple of hours.”

 “For once I agree,” You said before standing up and walking toward the back of the pub. You leaned up against the wall staying away from everyone and every temptation you could possibly have.

 “Why are you all the way back here by yourself?” Calum asked walking up to you.

 “Why are you back here?” You asked shifting your weight and looking up at him.

 “Because you’re here,” Calum said holding up his glass.

 “It’s a shame you can’t drink,” You said smiling before taking a sip.

 “You shouldn’t be either,” Calum said taking your beer and tossing it in the trash.

 “What was that for?” You asked standing up straight.

 “You could say it was breaking my heart,” Calum shrugged. You sighed and took a step closer to him.

 “May I remind you that your’s was not the only broken,” You said through your teeth.

 “Then you’re willing to talk,” Calum said letting his nose graze your cheek.

 “We shouldn’t be seen together,” You said taking a step back, noticing that eyes were on you.

 “You know that’s a load of shit,” Calum said rolling his eyes. You looked at him and then back at your friends, seeing them watching you.

 “She’s not taking this whole deal well,” Amelia whispered to Michael.

 “They should just talk about making a new deal,” Luke said grabbing his water.

 “You and everyone else knows they’re not going to go for that,” Ashton whispered.

 “What are you guys talking about?” Matt asked.

 “Don’t worry about it,” Michael sighed before grabbing a beer and walking away. The rest of your friends watched as you and Calum got swarmed with fans, pushing you out of the way. Giving up you pushed out of the pub and back toward your apartment, leaving Calum surrounded by fans and to fend for himself.

 You slammed your door shut and stormed into your bedroom, laying down on your bed and sighing. After moment of silence you pulled out your phone and played a song that the boys had sent you “Voodoo Doll”. Your song.

 Every time you missed Calum Amelia would find you playing this song or humming this song. They had released a She Looks So Perfect EP and most of the things they had written about reminded you of things Calum had said to you or things he had done. Probably because they were things based off of you. “I thought you weren’t going to storm out,” Calum said stepping into your room.

 “And I thought we agreed not to see each other,” You said standing up and turning to look at him. He looked you up and down as he slowly made his way over to you.

 “Do you think they believe it?” Calum asked making you smile.

 “I think we’re in the clear. For now,” You said nodding. Calum smile and leaned in, crashing his lips to yours.

—-

hope you liked the return of this. let me know what you think hope you liked it. 

Lost

So a long time ago, back in my non-photogenic days, we lived in a big old house in the country. Yeah, I know it’s cliché, but it was a nice place with little trap doors and closets, old wallpaper, and grainy wood floors that felt good on your feet. It smelled very old, but in a good way, like how a grandmother’s house would smell.

I lived there with my little cousin, who was adopted by us when his parents were in a train accident. He was too little to remember them, so he was basically like a little brother to me. He and I played Barbies and Spaceman and whatever other childish game we could conjure up with plastic dolls and old boxes. It was nice outdoors, and we were able to keep chickens because the property was large and there were few neighbors to tell us what to do. Heck, my parents could have spray painted the house like green and nobody would have cared a bit.

From what we later learned, the events could have happened from when we were barely toddling, but we wouldn’t have remembered. After all, it was usually small and insignificant things at first. A matchbox car that had probably rolled under the refrigerator, or a rubber doll shoe that probably got lost playing in the yard. Even though we never found things we lost, it’s not like we had any sort of reason to believe we would ever are the stuff again. As children, my cousin and I just kind of assumed that it was a fact of life. Things just sometimes go missing and never turn up.

It wasn’t until I started going to school that I realized that things weren’t supposed to work that way. I think it began when I lost a little plastic ring at school. My teacher noticed I wasn’t wearing it and asked where it was. I said it was gone, but that was okay because that happens sometimes. The teacher laughed and shook her head and took me to the lost and found, where I retrieved the cheap piece of jewelry. I was amazed that it wasn’t gone forever. After all, didn’t they just sort of go to lost-things-land after awhile?

When I started going to sleepovers and summer camps is when I really started to realize that things only went missing at home. I was very well organized, but a stray pen or a little barrette that I could have sworn was just there was always gone in an instant. I asked my mother and father if stuff like that happened to them, but they shook their heads and told me I was just being forgetful. As my cousin and I stopped sharing toys, he found that less of his things went missing.

One of the most frightful disappearances however, was when it got my first puppy. Mother had gone with Father to a church fundraiser and my cousin was on a trip to an amusement park (maybe Six Flags?) for the weekend with his friend. I had just got a puppy, a little mutt from a farm down the road. Her name was Sophie and she was still quite small and loud.

Well, that night I was home alone, and she had been very quiet for whatever reason, a little bit more alert than usual. I sat her on my lap and began to brush her with a little wire doll brush to calm her down. I got up to use the toilet at some point, and when I came back, both Sophie and the brush were gone. Even the clumps of fur that had come out of the brush had vanished.

This was the final straw for me. I hated that house. My family was concerned and feared for my well being. I got a new dog, a burly pit bull. This one never got stolen, and made me feel a lot more secure. Things kept going missing, but not as often anymore. I started taking inventory of the items in my room, and never slept easily when something was missing.

I eventually went to college and got a career. After buying my own place, I picked up my pit bull, Loki, from my parents’ house where he was staying. We have a nice little place right now, him and me.

About a month ago, Mother called to tell me and my cousin (who is still in college) that they were downsizing and needed our help moving stuff out of the house. I didn’t want to see that house very much; it still sort of creeped me out. But I decided that if I took my dog, then I would feel more secure.

After working on moving some of the boxes out, my cousin and I decided to take Loki for a walk down the road. He was happy as a dog could be, sniffing around in the dirt and worms. But about a half-mile or so from the house, he started barking into the trees. I tried to lead him onward, but he kept barking at the same area. Confused, my cousin and I followed him through the woods until we reached a small shack. It was a little bigger than an outhouse and blackened from rot. I wasn’t sure why Loki found it so interesting.

After looking around a bit, my cousin found a dirty Rubbermaid box. He opened it and the color drained from his face. I looked inside.

It was like a time capsule, almost. My toys, accessories, toiletries, writing utensils, the glasses I lost in 3rd grade. Spare change, socks, whatever it was I lost. I was amazed, as well as super creeped out. But it wasn’t even the worst part yet.

Loki kept digging at the ground, and eventually unearthed a similar shallowly buried box. The contents of this one were much more appealing. Along with minor trinkets was a puppy carcass. The carcass had marks running down its side, which matched the spokes of the little wire doll brush.

I don’t know if I have ever wept that hard in my entire life. My cousin later helped me bury my little dog. Poor Sophie had been flayed alive with a brush, and I never even knew.

The next day, I packed up and left. I was glad my parents were leaving that house. I don’t want to see any of that area again.

You’re probably wondering why I’m posting this here, but it’s because of something that happened earlier today. I didn’t explain about the pictures I’ve been getting on my phone. Pictures of me playing in the backyard. Pictures of me inside at the family dinner table. Pictures of me doing homework, taken from under the couch. Even a picture of me from afar, packing to leave for college. And the most recent one is of me jogging this morning. I tried to send these to my family and friends but they won’t send. People are telling me that their phone won’t load the images.

A big, metal serving spoon went missing today from my dishwasher. It’s found me.

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I wanted to write my thoughts on what’s happened recently on TVD for the longest but there were so many beautiful metas out there already that I had nothing to add, truthfully. Everything’s been said. So why am I typing this? Simply because I noticed a lot with these metas, we analyze the shit out of Damon, his relationship with Elena and how it differs with his relationship with Bonnie and while we’ve discussed and analyze how much different Bonnie is around Damon, I feel there can never be more discussions and I hope I make a point with this ramble I’m about to launch myself into lol.

As I’ve stated, Damon has been dissected, gutted, and hung for display lol, but now it’s Bonnie’s turn. Bonnie is moral, she is just, she is judgmental, and she condemns what she considers bad behavior. She is problematic in that she is so self-sacrificial and that is very unhealthy, in my opinion. But why is that? Bonnie and Elena are alike in more ways than I care to admit. In season two, Elena was ready to turn herself over to Klaus despite everyone’s frantic efforts to save her life. Her reasoning was so that no one else would suffer. Who does that sound like? Bonnie Bennett, no doubt. I asked why Bonnie is so self-sacrificial but didn’t have an answer so if Elena is the same way, let’s pin-point what else they have in common.

Extreme Loss.

They have grieved probably more than anyone else on this show. Disclosure: I cut Elena absolutely no slack so I am neither excusing her, nor am I intentionally trying to be biased. Anyway, she and Bonnie have probably lost more family members than anyone else, but I could be wrong. For Elena, I mean that in numbers. She lost both adoptive and biological parents, she lost an aunt, Jeremy twice, Bonnie twice, and that’s all I can think of right now. For Bonnie, the list is smaller in numbers but compared to how many people were in her life from the start, the grief is just as much. All she had was her grams and her fickle ass father and they are now both gone. She discovers her mother in season 3 and now she is out of the picture as well.

For the both of them, they feel that, despite having friends (coughs) and people around them, they both feel they have absolutely nothing to lose. Grief can make you feel that way. The more people you lose, the less you can focus on the people that are still there because if you’re not careful, that grief can consume the hell out of you. So maybe, not saying this is definite, but maybe this is the root of their martyrdom.

While I think the show has a very poor way of executing how much Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie all mean to each other, they may have, at one point, truly been what they said they are to each other. (On the show, Baroline isn’t so bad (sneezes), but Carolena, Belena, and Barolena collectively are horrendous.)

Bonnie and Elena don’t think about how their self-sacrificial and borderline suicidal ways affect everyone around them. As much as I DESPISE Beremy, I truly felt bad for Jeremy and the way he found out Bonnie was dying. That was truly messed up. The way his ass ran through that cemetery like his drawls was on fire pulled at a heart string only because I imagined how devastating it is to get a call from someone you love (coughs twice) saying not only did they blatantly lie to you about dying but they are dying in that very moment.

Elena trying to surrender to Klaus irritated me so much (back when I liked her, even) because here Bonnie and everyone else was stressing and exhausting their resources to save her and she basically slapped them all in the face by giving up and surrendering. In both cases, both girls thought they were absolving everyone of stress and doing ‘the right thing’ by taking the brunt of the consequences but in reality, they were both copping out.

Now before I get crushed, let me explain. Yes, they were copping out. In my eyes, they couldn’t bare the chance that yet another person in their life was going to die because of them so rather than deal with that grief themselves, they rationalized that they’d play the martyr and escape that kind of pain because they’ve been there and do not want to go back to that again; valid, right? Except that in doing so, they have now pushed that pain over to the very people they love and are making them deal with the same pain they were trying to escape.

I’m not condemning either one of them for this because truthfully, what does anyone in that situation have left to do? Their self-sacrificial ways stem from grief, sadness and a BIT of selfishness, but not in the way you’d normally think of selfishness. They are selfish in that they would do anything not to experience that kind of pain again if it were up to them.

This would explain why Bonnie brought Jeremy back twice despite the ‘consequences’. Either she wanted to escape the grief for herself or she wanted to prevent her best friend from feeling that pain, or it could be both. Either way, it sheds some light on one of Bonnie’s biggest flaws and also why she keeps getting roped into this endless, 'for Elena’, cyclical, burden.

Now, where does Damon play into all of this? (I hope I articulate this well.) For both girls, Damon plays a role. For Elena, Damon allows her to throw caution to the wind and allow her to let go of feeling like she has to sacrifice herself all the time. Damon allows her to say ‘fuck it’ and do things under the table and not by the book. While as a human, her morals and compassion got in the way, but being sired to Damon, she got a dose of what it was like to truly say, 'fuck it’. This is okay but with Damon, there is also no balance to this and without that balance, you get a volatile, toxic mess. You have to know when to hold and when to fold and in Elena’s case, she was always folding. She was constantly running from her problems after years and years of trying to grab the bull by the horns and that’s where DE became such a mess. You can only ignore something for so long until it grows into a big ass mess. It’s like my mom would tell me, clean your room now so you don’t have to worry about it later. In Elena’s case, her ‘problem’ was her compassion. She cared too much about everyone and everything to the point where she stopped caring at all; and I don’t think I have to go into why that’s a damn problem.

For Bonnie however, Damon is something different. Damon is her catalyst. He is one of the main reasons shit gets done. Why did Bonnie’s powers manifest? To stop Damon from turning the town over on its side. How did they stop Klaus? Damon formed a planned that would spare Bonnie’s life long enough for her to strategize another way to kill Klaus and maybe save her own life in the process. Over the years, Damon went from someone she despised, to someone she could essentially lean on. Yes, I said it. Damon, when it comes to her magic, is Bonnie’s crutch in a way. It is canon that whenever something big with her magic goes down, Damon is who she calls. When she realized Klaus was resistant to her attacks in 2x18, she ran to Damon, of all people. Every time someone wants to force Bonnie to do something, without really knowing much about Mystic Falls and its characters, complete strangers roll into town and they target Damon to use against Bonnie and Bonnie to use against Damon. That cannot be a coincidence. Damon. Who openly states how he feels for Elena. Who professes his damn love to her every five episodes. People, who know nothing about the three of them, always choose Bonnie over Elena to pit against him.

If you need further proof, Elena, while sired to Damon, stated first, “you wonder why Bonnie hates you”… uhm. Did I miss something? When has Damon EVER, said out loud that he wonders or cares why Bonnie hates him? Sure, he’s tried to get on her good side in seasons 1 and 2 but, since then, when has he ever expressed concern about what Bonnie thinks of him? Elena was sired to him when she said this and when she said “he actually kind of loves her”. Despite how surprised Matt looked, Elena said it like it was obvious. Why? Because being sired, she could feel what Damon felt. She knew what he wanted and what he felt and well… I’m drifting so far from my point so let me hush.

My point is, for Bonnie, Damon is a thorn in her side just like she’s a thorn in his but it’s not because they hate one another, it’s because they are, in a very subtle, not so subtle way, each other’s crutch. They constantly want validation that only they can give one another but yet they look for it in all the wrong places. For instance, she want’s Jeremy to trust her decisions, no matter how much he hates it, but really, the only person that does that, truly, is Damon. Damon tried to save her from Klaus but Bonnie was adamant there was no other way so Damon reluctantly complied while trying to come up with the best option. Before Damon set the plans in motion to save Bonnie from the other side, he asked for her okay first rather than just do it, basically saying “look, I want to drag your ass back from the other side, are you down?” and Jeremy for once in his feeble ass life did something 'right’, arguably lol. (He took away her voice in the matter but shit, I think we all can agree he gets a damn pass for that one.)

Bonnie looks to Damon for validation just as much as he looks to her (of course they don’t really realize what they’re doing). For him it’s morally, for her it’s magically. Each time he goads her into quitting; it adds fuel to her fire to keep going. It motivates her, simply because a part of her is itching to prove his smug ass wrong and Damon plays right into it, which essentially is how shit gets done. Not only does she want to prove him wrong but she wants so badly to make him eat his words. Part of me believes that she still hangs on to that “You’re no Emily Bennett’ line and part of me believes that she wants to go above and beyond her ancestor just so that she can tell Damon to suck it. She seeks his approval magically but she doesn’t let his disapproval discourage her and I think that’s so beautiful.

Damon is also a reality check for her as well. He keeps her grounded like no other. He makes her realize how much they all depend on her magic (doesn’t roll eyes) and that she can’t afford to feel sorry for herself and wallow in self-pity because that’s not who she is. Now granted, sometimes I wanted to kick his ass for being so goddamn rough (ex: “The witch that loses her powers isn’t invited to important meetings.” or something) but it is what it is. As long as she has magic, she will always be in the center and as much as she says that things never end well for people like her, I think Damon is there to prove her wrong on that. While she suffers a lot magically, think of how many witches were burnt out in that show and then ask yourself how the FUCK is Bonnie Bennett still going? Granted, she is out of commission half the time but the girl truly takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’. Why is that? Damon. Yup. Inadvertently he shows up in the nick of time and comes through for her.

I’ll list examples. In 2x18 when Klaus threw her for a loop, Damon avoided what could have been a disaster. Klaus could have ended her life that night but Damon came through. I, along with many others, always think of all the bad shit that has happened to our girl and the list is VERY long but now it’s time we talk about the shit that didn’t happen. She didn’t die the night of that dance. She also didn’t die the night of the sacrifice. Now, I can’t give Damon all the credit here but there was something he did that I smiled at. While Bonnie was focused on Klaus and had all her energy and attention on him, Damon was in the background killing any potential threats that may stop her from doing this. (Greta ain’t had to die doe) That night Bonnie was the Quarterback while Damon was her Left and Right guards… and her Fullback lol.

Anywho, Damon doing this limited the amount of things Bonnie had to do/worry about. His part was 'small’ but any distraction and it could have been over for her then too. He also prevented Alaric from killing her the night of the 20s dance by feeding her his blood. Think about that for a minute. A vamp killing vampire is loose and Damon took the time to save her when he could have hauled ass from fear of getting killed.  Also, turning her mom when Stefan was supposed to kill Bonnie. It was a last ditch effort on his part and while he SAID it was to protect Stefan’s reputation (my words); if he didn’t give a shit about Bonnie he truly wouldn’t have cared and would have killed Bonnie himself if that was the case.

Another is the epic 4x15, him staying behind to find her. I really don’t have to explain that one do I? This thing is already longer than I meant for it to be lol. More recently, we have 5x04, 5x08, and 5x22, where Damon finds out about Bonnie’s death, brings her back to life, and dies with her. Yes, she dies but I believe that if Damon hadn’t died with Bonnie, she would NOT be hell-bent to get back home. Why? Because look what happened the last time she died. She 'accepted’ it and moved the on. Now? We don’t hear nothing about her 'upsetting the balance’ or none of that she used to preach.

These instances may not be major but where Damon is concerned any little thing he does is not to be taken for granted because despite him doing 'stupid things’ as he mentioned in response to why he saved Bonnie, he does nothing without reason.

Damon simply being there with her on ‘the other, other side’ is giving her hope. She’s so much different now than the girl who died in 5x22 and there is literally only one explanation for that, Damon. Just his presence, by him being there she feels she has to do something, anything. He motivates her without doing anything. So in 6x03 when Damon gives up hope, Bonnie reacts the way she does because this isn’t the Damon she knows. This isn’t the Damon that’s always been that thorn in her side. This Damon is dying out and if he dies out then there is truly no hope for her because the boy breeds determination. For Bonnie, Damon is determination and he is motivation and without that she is lost because if Damon, who is set in his ways and just as stubborn as she is can give up then what’s that to say about her?

And I think I’ll stop here because I’ve already gone past my limit. To sum this up, Bonnie is greatly dependent on Damon, more than she realizes. The difference between Bamon’s codependencies (for lack of a better term) is that, it’s not necessarily mandatory for them to need one another; it just works when they do and they aren’t necessarily negatively affected by needing one another. Feel free to add to this cause I can talk about these idiots all day lol.