Pairing: Dylan x reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1344

Prompt: “Please, please, I’ll do anything just talk to me,” & “You don’t get to say anything after what you did.”

Author’s Note: This will probably break your heart. Some fluff, lots of angst. Thanks to @lovelydob for proofreading it for me, along with giving me this prompt. :)

Originally posted by admireforever


“Babe, are we doing anything tonight?” Dylan asks, coming into the kitchen in just his sweatpants. I lick my lips slightly, trying not to stare at his oh so wonderful body as I shake my head, leaning my elbows on the island.

“No, I don’t think so. Why babe? What’s going on?” I ask, walking towards him as he reaches his arm out, wrapping it around my lower back. I place my hands on his chest as he holds me close, pressing a kiss to my nose.

“Well some of my friends wanted to go out and you should come with me.” He tells me, placing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“Like, Posey and the cast? Or your other friends?” I ask carefully, playing with the fabric of Dylan’s shirt. His eyebrows furrow in curiousness, probably wondering why I asked him that.

“No, it’s my other friends, why?” He asks, rubbing my arms, looking at me intently.

“Um, it’s just, sometimes they’re not the nicest people. Especially when they’re drinking.” I mention looking down at our feet. Dylan lifts my chin up, placing another chaste kiss to my lips.

“I know. I’ll talk to them before they start, but I don’t want to go without you. With me leaving in a few weeks, I want to spend as much time as I can with you.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

“You’d do that?” I ask, surprised.

“Yeah, of course. I love you and I want you to be comfortable.” Dylan presses his lips to my forehead. “So? We’re going?” He asks, a large grin on his lips. I return the smile, nodding my head in agreement and he lifts me up, spinning me around. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck. I’m always surprised that he’s able to lift me. I have this one insecurity that always upsets me and Dylan knows this. I’m not the happiest with my body, and I’m afraid that tonight his friends will mention something about it.

We head upstairs to get ready for tonight. I begin to rummage around the closet, trying to find something to wear. I bite my lip while taking some of the dresses I own and placing them against my body and looking into the mirror. I sigh, thinking it looks awful as I throw it on the bed. Dylan comes out of the bathroom, in a pair of jeans, placing his flannel over his bare upper body.

“Baby? You okay? Why aren’t you dressed yet?” He asks, buttoning his flannel, sitting on the bed next to me.

“I just can’t find something that looks good on me. I think I might’ve gained a few pounds.” I frown, wiping a few tears from my eyes.

“You look good in everything babe. Wear my favorite red dress. For me?” He pleads. I chuckle as I get up, grabbing the short red dress from the hanger. I begin to put it on, and I can feel Dylan’s eyes on me. I blush and look up at him, I’m never used to him staring at my body. I adjust the dress before putting on a little eyeliner, mascara, and some red eyeshadow. I squirt Dylan’s favorite perfume onto my body before placing my black stilettos on. I walk downstairs, seeing Dylan checking his phone by the door and when he looks up at me, his mouth parts in amazement.

“Baby, you look absolutely stunning.” I smile at his compliment, my cheeks heating up.

“Thank you.” I whisper and Dylan grabs the keys, heading out the door with our fingers intertwined.

A few hours and a lot of drinks later…

I sit at the table the boys are at, stirring my water around with my straw, watching Dylan have fun with his friends. He hadn’t mention to them that they should be nice and I’m super worried that something might happen. I’m taking a sip of my water when one of his friends looks over at me before rolling his eyes in disgust and looking back over at Dylan.

“Dude, I thought you got rid of this girl. I mean c’mon, you can do so much better than her. Look at her, she’s not even skinny.” He tells Dylan. Dylan chuckles, shaking his head.

“I told her to lose weight but she doesn’t listen. All she does all day is sit on the couch, I’m kinda getting sick of it.” Tears begin to pool as I look at him with my lips parted. A tear sliding down my face when Dylan looks over at me. His eyes widen in surprise, not knowing I was there obviously. I get up from the seat, and throw the water in his face.

“Never talk to me again.” I tell him, sniffling as I wiped tears from my cheeks.

“Baby, wait.” Dylan begs, but I don’t listen and walk out of the club. I get into the car and drive back to the house. He fucking knew how I felt about the situation. I’ve told him plenty of times that I’ve been trying to lose weight. I park the car outside the house. I unlock the door and walk inside and head upstairs. I close the door and stand in front of the mirror, analyzing every flaw I can find. A sob escapes my lips as I fall to my knees, covering my mouth with my hand as I let everything out. I throw the mirror across the room, a piece of glass landing on my arm and piercing my skin. I hiss in pain, not caring at the moment and I sit against the edge of of the bed on the floor. I heard the front door slam shut and I get up and lock the bedroom door, not wanting to see Dylan at the moment. The doorknob shakes, Dylan pounding his fist against the door.

“Baby, please, open the door.” Dylan pleads, his voice cracking slightly. I don’t say anything, tears still streaming down my face as I stare at the bedroom door.

“Please, please, I’ll do anything just talk to me.” He begs, still trying to get the door open.

“You don’t get to say anything after what you did!” I yell, another sob escaping my lips as I’m pulling my hair in frustration.

“Okay, don’t talk, just listen. Look, I’m so sorry baby. I know I forgot to tell them to not say anything rude, but they have never said anything bad about you before tonight. I know I can’t take back what I said, especially when we had a talk about it before we left, but please. I love you so much and I don’t think I can lose you.” Dylan tells me through the door. I get up l and stand in front of the door, slowly raising my hand to it.

“I’m sorry Dylan, but I need space. Maybe it’s better if we take a break.” I quietly say, not knowing if he actually heard me.

“Baby, no. No, no, please. I won’t be able to live without you.” Dylan begs and I pack a bag before opening the door. I look up at him, seeing tears trailing down his flushed cheeks. His eyes saddening once he sees the state I’m in.

“You’ll be fine, but I gotta go.” I whisper, heading downstairs, opening the front door when a hand grabs my wrist. I turn around facing Dylan as his hand intertwines with mine.

“Will you come back?” He asks quietly, biting his lip softly. I shrug my shoulders, trying to hold my tears in as I look at the floor.

“I don’t know. Only time will tell.” I give him a sad smile and place a small kiss to his lips. I pull away, Dylan not wanting to let me go.

“Please, just remember that I love you so much and I regret everything I’ve done tonight.” He tells me and I give him a quick nod and walk out the door, missing him already.

Anchor — Peter Parker

idea: sometimes heroes can’t save everyone
words: 700+
warnings: deals with death 
note: prompt idea (x)

The day had begun so, unbelievably perfectly.

Keep reading

Intro to Upper Class Culture, Part 5: Dining Etiquette

“Good manners will open doors that the best education cannot.” -Clarence Thomas

I think this is my longest segment so far…

So I’ve gotten a few requests regarding this little series I’ve been doing, and dining etiquette is one that keeps coming up. Before I begin, I want to point out that this is American dining etiquette; every culture has different rules and accepted norms, especially when it comes to dining, so if you are going to be dining outside the US or if you are from outside the US these rules might not necessarily fit your circumstance.

Also, I sort of fell off the bandwagon writing these because of some personal things in my life, and work..and Ramadan. But without further adieu, here is Dining Etiquette.

A note: I’ll be kind of dividing this into two main scenarios, dinner parties and nicer restaurants, but even within those two scenarios there are differences in behavior if it’s a business lunch versus a date, or depending on how well you know the host of the dinner party etc. but this is just an overview.

First, the invitation. Focusing more on dinner parties, if you’re invited to a dinner party it’s fine to say no. You don’t even necessarily have to give a reason, just saying you have a prior engagement is fine. However, once you say yes you’re locked in unless there is some emergency. The season finale of the Bachelor being on is not an emergency. Deciding you’re too tired after work to get dressed and drive somewhere is not an emergency. Why am I stressing this so much? Dinner parties are expensive to throw, especially if the host is using a professional chef, and the price goes up as more people RSVP. They also have saved a seat for you and accounted enough drinks for you, so cancelling at the last minute will basically be saying to your host that you’re fine with them throwing money down the drain. No matter how wealthy your host is, that isn’t cool, and it’s just rude. So, if you say you can attend, you need to attend. This also applies to if you’re attending a group meal or a one-on-one meal, obviously, but I would say it’s especially important for dinner parties.

Second, the arrival. For meals at restaurants, you need to be on time, if not ten minutes before your reservation. If you’re going to be more than fifteen minutes late, it’s considered polite to call ahead and let the restaurant know you’ll be late. For dinner parties, it’s a little different. I personally usually try to arrive about fifteen minutes after the stated time, but I think within thirty minutes is acceptable and an article online agreed so officially, you have a thirty minute arrival from the stated start time to arrive. If you are going to be later than thirty minutes, call your host or hostess and let them know that you aren’t simply bailing on them, and apologize because really you should plan ahead to be there on time. Now, a side note, I wouldn’t necessarily choose to arrive exactly at the set time, and certainly not early. Why? Because your host or hostess will probably still be rushing around to set things up and if you arrive fifteen minutes early, they’re going to be even more stressed by having to entertain you and having to finish making the final preparations for the evening. Don’t put them in that situation. My rule of thumb: fifteen minutes is long enough that they won’t be running around like a chicken with their head cut off, but early enough that they won’t be worried you aren’t coming.

Third, to gift or not to gift? I would say if you’re going to a restaurant, unless it’s a special event like a baby/wedding shower, engagement party or birthday party, no gift is needed. As far as dinner parties go, I’ve run into some debate with a friend. She says bringing a gift is tacky, I say it’s rude to not bring a gift. So, I went to the internet and asked and came to this conclusion: bring a gift if it’s a more casual dinner party, and/or if the host/hostess is a friend. Otherwise, a gift isn’t necessary. I tend to err on the side of bringing a gift when in doubt, but make sure it’s something tasteful. Emily Post had this to say about it:

“Gift possibilities include wine, Champagne, flowers (preferably in a vase), a potted plant, chocolates, specialty food items such as jams and jellies or other condiments, fancy nuts, olives, olive oil or vinegars, or items for the house, such as cocktail napkins, guest soaps and lotions , a picture frame, or a scented candle. A CD or book is also appropriate if you know your host’s taste.”

If you aren’t sure what your host or hostess would like, or if you feel uncomfortable about picking out a gift at all, just don’t do it. It’s not important enough to stress over, but know that your host will probably appreciate any little gift because it’s the thought that counts.

Now, onto the actual meal! I’ll start with a restaurant. If you’re a woman, often times whoever you’re with or the waiter will pull out your chair, so give them the chance to do that. Once seated, the first thing you should do is figure out where to put your stuff.  Putting it on the table is not an option. Also, putting your purse on the back of your chair is also not a good option, and I’ve seen that lead to women’s purses falling over, leaving their belongings scattered on the floor, so logically it really isn’t a great idea either. The best things you can do are put your purse on our lap (this works ok for clutches, but personally I find it annoying) or put it at your feet.  Regarding dinner parties, I know a lot of the ones I’ve thrown or attended have places set aside where you can put your belongings. Really you don’t need to be carrying around your purse at your friend’s home dinner party or not, so set it down in the designated area.

This next paragraph will be a little bit of a rant. Feel free to skip it, the bottom line is do not use your cell phones. Do not pull them out while you are at a restaurant. Do not leave them on the table. Nothing should be on the table except for your dining utensils and food, really. Put your phone on silent, or turn it off, and keep it in your purse for the duration of the meal. The same applies for dinner parties. Do not be on your phone, especially at the table. If there is some sort of emergency going on, you need to let the person you’re with or the host/hostess know ahead of time, and you can politely excuse yourself if need be. If you really feel the need to check your phone, excuse yourself to the restroom, and go check it there. Otherwise, it’s very rude. VERY rude. If you are reading this, and you still pull out your phone while dining with someone, I will personally pop out of a bush, take your phone, and smash it. If you get nothing else out of this, then I want it to be: do not use your cellphone at the table. It’s my biggest pet peeve and universally is very rude, so please, I promise you will survive a couple hours without it. 

Moving on, to the oh so exciting napkins. If you’re at a restaurant, after you’ve situated your belongings and turned your phone off, the first thing you should do is place the napkin in your lap before you eat or drink anything, even a sip of water. If the napkin is fairly small, feel free to completely unfold it, but if it’s larger fold it in half with the crease facing you. If you have to get up, I’ve heard two different things, but I’ll share the one I’ve found to be most common and in my opinion is more polite. When you stand up, fold your napkin (maybe in half, don’t get crazy this isn’t time to practice your origami) and set it on the left side of your plate. Some people say to leave your napkin on your chair, but I don’t really find that to be the common practice and personally I think it’s weird. At the end of the meal, place your napkin to the left side of the plate. Napkins are meant to catch food. Don’t blow your nose with it, and don’t necessarily wipe your entire face with it. It’s meant to dot your lips and fingers and catch food, anything else is kind of gross.

As for a dinner party, follow your host’s lead. When they put their napkin on their lap, you should do the same. This also applies to eating. Once your host has taken the first bite (which should be after everyone is seated) then you’re free to also start eating.

Ok, so one thing I know people sometimes struggle with is the silverware. Instead of a standard spoon, fork, knife, plate and cup, there is a multitude of silverware and dishes at your disposal. To start, there are a few solid rules that will help get you through most situations. Use your utensils from the outside in, and, you eat from the left and drink from the right. The first part is fairly self explanatory: as a general rule, there should be roughly three forks to your left side, and then probably two spoons and a knife to your right. The first fork (from the outside, left) is for salad, the second for dinner and third for dessert. On your right, the first spoon is generally for soup, the second a “teaspoon” and then your knife is for your dinner. The second common rule (eat from the left, drink from the right) means this: if you are confused about which objects are meant for you or the person next to you, apply this rule. Napkins, bread and butter places, etc will be placed on your left. Water goblets and wine glasses will be to your right. I’m going to include some fun infographics at the end of this segment that will help you keep everything straight, but those are the two most useful, easy to remember rules.

I’ve seen some people be confused at dinners regarding the glasses. There is usually a glass called the water goblet, and it’s for, you guessed it, water. Then, there’s usually a wine glass. I’ve seen a lot of infographics floating around about the different wine glasses, but in general, red wine glasses are more stout and white wine glasses are more long and slender. The most slender of all are champagne flutes, which you will probably encounter while fine dining.

Regarding bread and butter: This is something you’ll often see at restaurants depending on what sort of food is being served. It’s common to have this to snack on while eating your salad or waiting for the meal. The proper etiquette for eating bread and butter goes like this: when the bread is passed to you, take off the amount you want, and also be sure to take the amount of butter you want with your knife and leave it on your plate. It’s rude to keep dipping into the shared butter source or asking that the bread be passed to you over and over. Once you have your portion in front of you, it’s best to tear off smaller pieces and butter them as you go.

The food. Ok, so you’ve made it to the actual dinner portion and you’re ready to dig in. There are rules for that too! First, you should wait for everyone to have their food in front of them. It’s rude to start eating while others are still waiting on their food. Second, there are specific ways to hold your utensils. I tend to use my utensils in a more “European” fashion (because I am European by birth) but I can tell you that in the US while eating, and more specifically while cutting meat, that Americans cut with their right hand (assuming they’re right handed) while holding their fork with their left hand, then they place their knife at the top of their plate, and switch hands. Cut one bite at a time, at most two. As far as how to hold various utensils, there are a million and one youtube videos out there. I don’t really stress out about it too much. Unless I’m having dinner with the Queen or Emily Post I don’t stress about the tiny details.

There is also an entire language with knives and forks. I’m going to include an infographic (yayyyy for infographics) at the end rather than explain them, because visuals will help you so much more, but just know that there is an unspoken language regarding utensils. I think the infographic I’ve found disagrees with this, but I know this is the commonly accepted etiquette in the US for when to signal you’re done eating: “To signal that your are done with the course, rest your fork, tines up, and knife blade in, with the handles resting at five o'clock and tips pointing to ten o'clock on your plate (4:20).”

As far as the actual food goes, you need to at least attempt to eat what’s being served. Even if it looks horrible, you need to choke down a couple bites. The only excuse for not eating something is a food allergy, and I mean a real food allergy, not your I’m-trying-to-lose-weight-so-I’m-cutting-out-gluten food “allergy”. Somebody slaved away to make your meal, you need to at least eat a few bites. If you have dietary restrictions, you need to make them known far in advance-probably when you accept the invitation. The host or hostess will try to make arrangements for food you will actually eat. Depending on where you are in the world, there are rules about cleaning your plate versus leaving food on your plate. In the US, the rules aren’t so strict. Do your best to eat most of the food on your plate, but no licking it clean or spooning the sauce into your mouth. That’s disgusting.

Wait Staff. This applies to upscale dinner parties and restaurants. Do not ever shout for your waiter. Attempt to make eye contact with them, and once you have done that you may slightly raise your right hand and slightly raise your index finger to signal that you need them. Be nice to the wait staff, smile, make eye contact, always say please and thank you. Being a waiter or waitress sucks enough, don’t make it worse.

Payment. So you’ve made it through the meal (this is for restaurants only) but what about the bill? If you’re on a date, it’s customary for the man to buy the meal. If you’re in a large group, generally the person who invited the group is supposed to pay. It’s considered particularly polite if they give the restaurant their credit card information even before the meal begins. And when in doubt, tip well. It’s good karma.

Instead of vocab like I normally I do, I’m going to just add in other tips that didn’t really fit in a specific section.

  • Don’t slurp your soup
  • If somebody has something in their teeth, the best protocol is to make eye contact with them and subtly touch your finger to your own teeth. They should get the hint.
  • Don’t drink too much and get drunk, especially if you’re with certain company
  • Don’t chew with your mouth open, don’t talk with a full mouth
  • The no elbows rule only applies while you’re actually eating; if it’s between courses and you’re just talking, feel free to rest the elbows on the table
  • Don’t reach over people, ask for it to be passed your way. Side note: if you want to share food with someone, don’t pass your entire plate, but put some on your bread plate and pass that instead
  • Eat quietly. Don’t chew loudly. Don’t scrape your utensils together.
  • Sit up straight, and don’t lean over to eat your food, bring it to you with your utensils
  • Hold your wine glass by the stem
  • If you need to leave the table, just say “Excuse me, I’ll be right back”. You don’t need to say you’re going to use the restroom, or that you’re checking the football score, or dealing with a family emergency. Less is more.

These are all of the basics I could really think of. There is so much information out there about meal etiquette and there are people out there who are sticklers for following every single rule, but most people are pretty reasonable and as long as you follow the basic rules, you’ll get by just fine. For the sake of being polite, most people aren’t going to point out if you happen to hold your fork with a finger in the wrong place. I’ve taken a few etiquette classes and found them to be really helpful, but there are so many videos and articles online that honestly you could pretty much teach yourself how to fit in meal etiquette wise.

If you liked this article, feel free to check out my other segments in the Intro to Upper Class Culture tag. Also, if you have any requests for future segments, send them to my ask box. 

P.S, below are the handy dandy info graphics. I like them, they’re pretty useful and easy to understand. 

always here ~ Draco Malfoy imagine

requested - no


You knew something was wrong.
Whenever you walked into the great hall for a meal, he would walk out. Whenever you went to sit next to him in Potions, he’d get up and sit next to someone else.

You had been dating Draco for 3 years, and besides him being so rude to Potter, you had never seen this sort of behaviour from him. You were worried, and you wanted to find out what was going on with him, but whenever you went near him, he would always go the other way.

You were on your way to class, walking past the bathroom when you heard it. The sound of muffled cries and sniffles. You turned the corner of the bathroom spotting Draco standing in front of the bathroom sink, sobbing. You took a couple of steps forward without him noticing your presence. Finally you got a sight of Draco’s face, and it broke you heart. Your favourite pair of, once grey eyes were now red and bloodshot, and he was looking paler than usual with the dark circles plastered under his eyes.

“Draco?” It came out more like a question than a calling. Draco turned around, quickly wiping his eyes as if it would make the river of tears go away. “Y-y/n w-what are you doing here?” His voice quivering with every breath he took. You took a couple more steps forward so you were less than an arms length from the love of your life. You placed your hand on his upper arm, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why have you been ignoring me?” You questioned softy, hoping not to anger him.

When you placed your hand on his arm, he broke down his barriers, collapsing into your open arms, letting his tears flow once again. He sobbed, and the sniffled, and then cried again. All you could do was hold him, slowly rocking him back and forth, like what you used to do to your baby brother when he cried. You threaded your fingers through his bleach blonde hair, whispering the same words over and over again into his right ear “it’s okay baby, it’s going to be okay” you spoke, breaking on the inside at the sight of his laying there.

“baby please tell me what’s wrong” you cried, you were hurting, you needed to know what was wrong. “You’ll leave” Draco cried, tucking his head further into your neck. “I won’t Draco, it’s you and I baby, just you and me” you begged, pleading him to answer the only question circling your mind. Slowly Draco began to roll the left sleeve of his school shirt up, revealing a mark that was all too familiar. You carefully rubbed your thumb over the black ink that was marked into his delicate skin.

Draco began to cry again, looking into your y/e/c eyes, “please don’t leave, please stay” he begged, gripping onto you as if it would all disappear. You ran your fingers through his hair again, placing a kiss on the top of his head “I’m always here baby” you said, holding onto him as tight as you could. “Always” you softly spoke into the top of his head, kissing it again.

Originally posted by arianavevo

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

Prompt:  Could you write a Carter Baizen where him and the reader had a past and when he returns and she is surprised and he tried to get with her buts she’s with Nate so he tries to make her jealous because he can see she still had feelings for him.

Word Count: 1365


Authors Note: I really enjoy writing stuff with Carter lol

Keep reading


Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your New Year’s Eve dinner party was going smoothly, until the fireworks starts. 

Word count: 767 words

A/N: A little something to kick off the New Year, this is loosely based on a personal event that unfortunately happened to me 😕 Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR! 

Keep reading

So I might have made the creepiest place in Minecraft

As you can see, my nether portal is there & I thought I’d build a supply shack/spawn point to spawn at whenever I do nether trips BUT it couldn’t just be a normal supply shack…

So I built a church… complete with worshippers.

Yes, that’s like holy water/the place they baptise babies…

The upper level is my bed/tool supply.

TL;DR: I built a church, complete with armour stand people, just so I’d have somewhere to spawn after dying in the nether.

I’m gettin real impassioned about Gaara with baby Shikadai right now so let me just swoop in and drop some headcanons on ya’ll cool cool: 

-GAARA ALWAYS FUCKING PLAYS PEEKABOO WITH HIM. It’s constant but Gaara is real low key about it. Like Shikadai will be across the room in someone elses arms and Gaara will do this thing where he pretends not to be looking and all the sudden he’ll turn on a dime and flare out his hands in Shikadai’s direction in an attempt to startle him. It never fails to get a laugh from the infant but it irritates Temari because he usually does this when she’s trying to feed Shikadai or when he should be doing his goddamn paperwork. 

- Shikadai learns to talk relatively early and is one of those children that asks entirely too many questions. Most people eventually get irritated answering them all but Gaara is mr. patience so he doesn’t have a problem fielding the questions…that is…until they require a little too much exposition. Shikadai is standing right next to Gaara while he’s talking to a village elder of considerable girth and little Shikadai tugs on his uncles robes right in the middle of their conversation to (loudly) ask “why is that man so BIG” 

- Temari and Kankuro don’t have much of a problem taking things away from Shikadai if he’s not supposed to have them, regardless of whether or not he screams and cries about it. Gaara does not share this same resolve. Once baby Shikadai took a particular interest to Gaara’s gourd and he was delayed leaving his house for nearly fifteen minutes because every time he tried to pry the thing away from the child Shikadai would burst into tears and Gaara would just let him have it. 

- Since Gaara doesn’t really sleep much anyways he often finds himself quieting Shikadai in the dead of the night when he wakes up crying. Sometimes he’ll just chill with him for hours and Temari and Shikamaru are just like “cool” because they are normal people who need their rest and they’re not gonna complain about a free baby-shutter-upper. Eventually Temari has to put a stop to it though because they’re trying to teach Shikadai to “self soothe” as it is crucial to his future happiness. Gaara can’t help but thinking “what about my happiness” as he begrudgingly lets the infant wail at 3AM. 

Sith Pureblood Biology and Headcanons

So, because @sonneillonv and I are Star Wars dorks we started talking about babies and the next generation for some of our characters. Sith purebloods are involved on both sides.

I don’t even remember where the headcanon came from (whether I picked it up from someone else or it just spontaneously spawned) but I like the idea that baby Sith purebloods have little sharp baby teeth. Like puppies. And they chew/gnaw on anything they can get their little mouths around.

I mentioned this to @horuset and the discussion… kind of exploded. XD So more headcanons and half-baked ideas spawned and I thought “y'know, I should post all of this for posterity.” Or something. I just want to share Sith pureblood headcanons with y'all because this species is so much fun. This is a combination of stuff @sonneillonv and I have come up with over time and the stuff @horuset and I discussed… Wednesday? Maybe Tuesday. Something like that. Anyway…

Sith pureblood babies:

  • have pointy baby teeth
  • chew on EVERYTHING
  • because of this there are baby biscuit recipes passed down in pureblood families and they are the BEST damn teething biscuits out there. They’ve got a little mild heat in them, like cinammon or something, to get babies started on getting used to the heat of pureblood traditional cuisine (which is another headcanon and I really don’t know where it came from either but it’s there).

Sith pureblood mothers:

  • purr at babies. (Purring is a whole other headcanon that I think comes up for a lot of people? Not sure.) They have a specific purr, largely instinctual, that calms pureblood babies and is probably something that stimulates bonding with momma. Personal headcanon says babies who weren’t held/purred at by their mothers tend to actually find the sound a little unsettling, though most of them don’t fully understand why unless they end up having children and witness the purring themselves.

So, babies have pointy little teeth. Well, @horuset pointed out that a couple things @sonneillonv and I had come up with might not make sense from an evolutionary perspective so we talked it out and tweaked shit a little.

  • adult Sith purebloods have thick skin, especially on their hands/feet.
  • new/first-time mothers tend to have little cuts and punctures on their fingers because they’re still learning how to get their fingers out of the way before baby fuss-bites. They’ve usually got it figured out by the second one so there aren’t nearly as many bandages involved. They let the babies gnaw on their fingers regularly, though. It’s just fuss biting that’s hard enough to do damage. (I feel really sorry for any non-pureblood nurses/nannies in this case. THEY probably have to wear gloves or something or just deal with bleeding a lot.)
  • Sith pureblood women have tough nipples. Still not sure if the nipples became tough to deal with the baby teeth or if they were tough to begin with and pointy little baby teeth developed to better stimulate milk flow. This seems like something that would be debated in the scientific community, too.
  • Sith pureblood females’ upper body ridges thicken in response to child-rearing. Babies nuzzle and since pureblood babies also gnaw the mother’s ridges thicken/strengthen in response so the baby doesn’t do her real damage and has something to get some of that gnawing reflex out on.
  • As an extension of that, when slings are/were in use, women who traditionally carried babies on their back would develop thicker back ridges while women who carried on their front would develop thicker chest ridges. @horuset and I theorize that pre-industrial Sith pureblood society would have taken this and run with it. It became a sign of socioeconomic status: lower/working-class females tended to have the thicker back ridges because they had to work while carrying their babies while upper/noble class females either developed thicker chest ridges or didn’t develop them at all (beyond the genetically present ones) because they didn’t work (or worked in “softer” jobs) and could carry the babies up front OR could afford to have nannies/slaves and didn’t have to carry their babies at all outside feeding time.
  • An extension of THAT would have been the effect on fashion. Torso ridges became status symbols, positive OR negative, so low cut and backless clothes became normal/popular among females. Upper class women could show off their wealth with the usual extravagant designs and materials alongside their less pronounced back ridges and their thick or unpronounced chest ridges.
  • After the death of a child a woman would cover her ridges in mourning.
  • High class new widows might also cover their ridges during a mourning period and start to show them off again when they’re ready to look for a new mate.
  • @horuset and I also think that the upper class mourning period may have been developed to allow estates to settle; in political marriages especially there’s a lot to work out after the death of a family head or even a lesser House member.

If anyone else has their own ideas please share! This is just what happens when I focus too hard on stuff that’s not work related while I’m at work.

The gang and their careers

Ponyboy: lawyer

• the type of lawyer that throws up before appearing at court because he’s nervous
• the judge would find him attractive
• his kid grew up to become a Soc because he’s in the upper Class baby

Darry: Teacher

• after Ponyboy got a scholarship he went back to college and got a degree in teaching
• isn’t really a strict teacher, just turn in all your missing work by the end of the semester and your guys are good
• all the ‘Bad Kids’ respect him, because he knows how they live

Sodapop : Mechanic

• he opened his own shop, and got all the money to buy the place because he modeled for a couple of years
• SURPIRSE! Him and Steve own the shop together
• with he’s modeling money he also could afford to go to a mechanic school

Johnny: Veterinarian

• he wanted to be one because he loves the neighborhood stray cats
• adopts almost every stray he finds
• The type of guy that you can call when your dog is sick, free of charge

Steve: Mechanic

• At the shop 24/7, A room there even has a couch in the back just for him if he decides to spend the night
• Soda made the stupid decision of letting him name it, “Coco”
• bought a dog from Johnny to make it their mascot

Two Bit: Real Estate

• he went to check out on of his properties once and found a gang of homeless people living at the house
• he likes to take Dally or Steve with him cause he likes to scare the hell out of those two
• Once took both of them to a abandoned house he had to check out, and a rat attacked Steve, Dally got stuck in a spiderweb, found a homeless guy sleeping, and saw a cat gave birth

Dally: Cowboy

• The old man who owned the rodeo always had a liking in Dally, so when he died Dally was surprised to see that the old man gave Dally the rodeo in his Will
• Only let’s Johnny check up on the horses, won’t hire any other Vet
• Also basically lives at the Rodeo, Darry and Johnny will check out the place if they haven’t heard from him in awhile

Tim: Marine

• after curly and Angela graduated school he wanted to fulfill his childhood dream to be in the Marines
• Was given a German Shepard he named, Cricket
• sends letters like crazy to his siblings and sometimes even Dally

Angela : hair stylist

• Didn’t even felt the need to try to go to beauty school
• she did though because Sylvia was going and she wanted to piss her off by going to the same school
• Once gave Curly dreadlocks on one of his appointments

Curly: Cowboy

• Always loved watching Dally and Tim in rodeos, but never wanted to ask Tim if he could join because he was scared of being rejected
• He actually opened up to Ponyboy on this once when he asked what curly wanted to do with his life, so Pony told Johnny, and Johnny convinced Dally to let him join
• if his not on a bull then he’s the guy who announces stuff on the speakerphone

《Just some guesses about their jobs, Two bits is crazy man, but my best friend mom owns a real estate company you wouldn’t believe how many homeless people will just live at the properties, also should I make a Part 2 with the Socs??》


So, it’s been awhile since I’ve updated here. Since I last posted, we lost the Baby. She had an upper respiratory infection and we didn’t quite catch it in time, and her little baby body just couldn’t do it anymore. After a couple months of healing, we adopted two guinea pigs today. Their names are Luna and Ginger, and they’re a couple of chunky cuties. I’m looking forward to sharing more about them and everybody else again!

anonymous asked:

*slams fist on table* Consider! The! Parallels! Of Pregnant!Alicia and Daddy!Elyza versus Pregnant!Clarke and Daddy!Lexa. Clarke, Thirst Machine Extraordinaire™ becomes even more thirsty during her pregnancy and is a literal nightmare. Alicia, who is a secret Thirst Machine, is also a terrible expectant mother. The bi babies don't know how to handle carrying babies. They're hormonal and grumpy and horny and fussy. Always! Lexa and Elyza, dote on their ladies hand and foot (and Nethers) 1/?

But there’s a difference. Clarke, even though she’s calm and level headed in medical emergencies, Cannot! Handle! Babies! Baby is born and is having a fussy day, and Clarke doesn’t know what to do. She’s nervous and upset that she’s being a terrible mom. Lexa, calmly picks up baby and rocks it, singing softly to baby in Trigedasleng, like she’s done it a million times before because Lexa is just so soft. On the other hand, Elyza as the reincarnation of Clarke is still a nervous mommy. 2/?

Elyza is trying so so hard to soothe their little newborn, but it’s colicky and fussy and it’s tummy hurts . Elyza, panicking and thinking about how all she brings to the world is destruction, begins to tear up, thinking she can’t even comfort her own child. Alicia, while she was TERRIBLE pregnant, EXTRA sassy and bossy and sarcastic, takes baby from Elyza and when Elyza looks at her like she’s the worst parent in the world, Alicia kisses and shushes her. 3/?

She carries baby over to the upper deck Strand’s boat (don’t ask me they’re still on the boat I don’t make the rules) and sits with it in the sun, hoping to soothe it with warmth. Alicia begins to feed baby and hum a tune that sounds all too familiar, like Elyza had heard it in another language before or maybe another life???? She watches as Alicia soothes and coos their baby to sleep and she smiles. She thinks, even during the apocalypse, life is about more than just surviving. 4/4

this is the kind of content I needed. 

Newt Imagine #117: Birthday Break Ups

*Does not take place in the Glade*

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warnings: None

Requested: No


You had been dreaming about the fight. The stupid fight you two had that ended your three year relationship with your extremely incredible boyfriend, Newt. The fight you had five months ago.


“Hey baby.” You felt Newt’s arm wrap around your waist as he snuck small kisses in the crook of your neck.

“Hey, how was work?” You smile as you cup the side of his cheek with one hand while you used the other to mix what was in the pot in front of you.

“The same. Not much. How was your day, my love?” He asked as he rested his chin on your shoulder, taking in the scent of the delicious food.

“Good. Just did some cleaning…” You trail off. You began to tear up as you spoke the next words. “N-Newt…are you cheating on me?” You bow your head as you turn off the stove and turn to him, looking him in the eye.

You had seen the lipstick stain on his collar while washing some of the clothes. It wasn’t yours, it wasn’t even close to a shade you had. It was a cherry red color, written ‘slut’ all over it. So you decided to leave it there so that you could show him evidence that he was in fact a liar if he ever said no.

You kept looking at him, tears slipping down your already reddened cheeks. Soon tears began to run down his. “Y/N…”

You turn away and fold your arms, this was already off to a bad start.

Newt put his hands on your upper arms, “baby, listen to me.”

You tore them off and walked away to your shared room, Newt hot on your trail, “Y/N! Baby wait. I can explain.” He said as he followed you into the room.

You really didn’t want to hear it, but gave him the benefit of the doubt. You turned around and looked him in the eye, folding your arms then wiping a tear that was running down.

“I-It was a mistake. It happened too quickly to even remember.” He said.

He was lying to your face. Not once did his eyes meet yours as he said those words.

Your eyes began to water again and you turned around not even bothering to listen anymore. The way he looked at you said everything you needed to know.

You started by walking into the closet and finding your duffle, Newt getting a shocked look on his face, “baby, w-what are you doing?”

You didn’t respond. After you found the bag you started stuffing it with clothes and shoes. Newt fell beside you, he wrapped his arms around you, “baby I’m so sorry. I love you.” He cried into your shoulder.

“If you really loved me you wouldn’t have done it.” You said rather coldly, tearing him away as you got up.

He followed you again, “Y/N it was a mistake! I didn’t have a choice!”

You snap to him, “what?”

“T-that’s how I got my promotion.” He guiltily admitted.

You gave him a disgusted look, “you sick bastard.”

“Baby please! I did it for us!”

More tears. You closed your eyes again and turned back to the duffle, closing it and walking out the bedroom door, purposely pushing past him. He was also upset. He really didn’t have a choice.

At work that morning his lady boss had told him he would be fired immediately if he didn’t appease to her sexual needs. He tried so hard to get out of it, tell her that he was planning on proposing to you and telling her that he was extremely happy with you, but she didn’t listen. His boss just took straight up advantage of him. He was even to scared to even tell the police. The things that woman did.

He followed you out the door and tried to talk to you, but you wouldn’t budge. You yanked your arm away, “We’re done.” Then you closed the door to his apartment.


The dream was over. Suddenly you were woken up, “SURPRISE!”

You shot up, turned around and saw Brenda and Teresa. Brenda’s face covered with a cake, and Teresa snapping sneaky pics of it all. They saw your expression. They knew immediately what you were thinking of. The break up.

Brenda wiped the icing from her eyes, “I’ll be…right back.” She said as she licked her lips.

“Sorry. I love you!” You say as she gets up and walks to your bathroom.

She waved her hand, making you and Teresa giggle.

Her smile softens, “are you okay?”

In all honestly, you weren’t. You had missed Newt. You missed him so bad. You sort of regret breaking things off with him. But what he did was too heartbreaking. He cheated on you with his boss because he wanted a promotion? How ridiculous was that. He would have quit his job if he really loved you. But you still loved him. He was so honest and sweet, and basically your rock. Of course you needed him in your life. It was just… Not even sure what it was.

You sigh, “not really. I had the dream again.”

“Awe, sweetie. That was five months ago. You need to move on.” She soothed.

“How?! Newt was the love of my life! W-we were gonna spend the whole day together. He said he even had a surprise for me.”

“But he slept with his boss. If he loved you he would have quit as soon as she said that.” Teresa said.

She was right though. You looked to your hands, “I know… It’s just…”

“You miss him. I know.” She put her hands on yours.

Brenda walked back in, “Newt?”

Teresa turns to her and nods. Brenda then joins you two. “Look, Y/N. It’s your birthday. Let’s not think about him today. It’s time to think of yourself. Time to get down and party!” She enthused.

You let a laugh slip. You look to your friends and agree with them.


It was later in the day and you tried your hardest not to think of Newt. But you couldn’t. What if he was just under a lot of pressure to do it. Maybe you were being so harsh. You tried so hard to brush off the thought. Only for it to reappear seconds later.

Soon it was later that night and you went to the local bar that was down stairs of your building and your friends had used this opportunity to drink their problems away. You sat there drinking water. There was no way you were drinking on your birthday. You were clean…and a teacher who had to work the next day. You couldn’t let your students see you a drunken mess.

You looked around the bar, just scanning the scene. That’s when you spotted him. His eyes glued already glued to you. His face was red, like he had been crying for the past five months that you two were apart. You turned away immediately, and looked to your water.

Suddenly you heard footsteps walk up to you. You closed your eyes, ‘please no, please no, please no" you whispered the last one.

“H-hi.” Damn.

You opened your eyes and looked to him, “h-hi.” You say softly.

“How are you?” He asks softly.

“I’m fine.” You lie.

“That’s good, m-may I sit?”

You nod, and he takes a seat next to you, “look, love. I know we don’t talk anymore, but I wanted to wish you a very happy birthday.” He sniffled.

“Thanks.” You then looked away for a second and then back to him, “Can we take this upstairs?” You ask him.

He nods, “yeah.”

You tip the bartender and tell him to send your drunken friends back up through the back elevator, that led to your floor. He nods and you and Newt leave.

When you arrive upstairs to your apartment, you open the door and let him in first, you following behind and closing the door. Taking the opportunity, Newt pushes you towards the door and cups your face, “I bloody miss you, baby.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes flutter close as you immediately kiss back. He deepens the kiss and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. You wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses his way into your neck, “I’m so bloody sorry! I didn’t want to do it. S-she made me and I didn’t want to lose my job because I wanted what was best for us…” He cried into your neck as he hugged you.

You felt so guilty. You really didn’t give him a chance to explain properly. You only heard snippets. Your fingers tangle in his hair, “Oh, Newt.” You sigh. You bring him into a bigger hug, squeezing him.

He pulls away, “I didn’t want to do it. I really didn’t. I hated every minute of it. Every single second.” He looked you in the eye.

You yourself began to tear up, he was telling the truth.

“W-what exactly happened?” You asked scared.

“She called me into the office and offered me a promotion. I did not know she was going to make me do those horrible things. Believe me Y/N, I tried so hard to get out of it. I really did. B-but I really wanted to get you this,” he said as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. You gasped as he opened it. He knelt down on one knee, “Y/N, I love you, and I know what I did was extremely wrong. I should have quit the moment she mentioned what I had to do, but I’m so in love with you and I’d do anything for you. So please, give me another chance. G-give me a chance to find a better job and make you happy. Will you please marry me?” He looked up to you.

You were utterly speechless. Literally. You couldn’t speak. Well you did, but it came out… “Yes.” You breathe.

Newt smiles widely and places the ring on your trembling finger, and gets up to kiss you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, nuzzling into your neck. “God, I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Newt,” you sigh brushing your fingers against his nape, “so much.”

He lightly kisses your neck, going back up to your lips, “Happy Birthday, love.” He smiles into the kiss, deepening it.

There would be a little more of a surprise to your birthday than expected.


Note: Uhhh, part 2?