backyard shoot

you know what i love? established apocalypse aesthetics

  • leaves and flowers and trees growing out of abandoned houses and cars, smashing glass windows, invading and reclaiming the spaces humanity took from them
  • warning scrawled hastily on the sides of buildings in spraypaint or in blood; don’t come here, it’s not safe. turn away, go back. we died here. you will too.
  • notes and messages scattered across the world, addressed to people who never saw them or never lived to reply to them. rachel, we’re alive. david, don’t look for us. amy, dad got bit, please come home, we need you. kim, i love you. 
  • people broken into tiny groups. society shattered. they are past the anger, past denial, past trying to fix any of it. now there is only begrudging acceptance, and the knowledge that nothing is ever going to get better. the only thing they can do is survive.
  • a skeleton lying at the foot of a tree, flowers blooming in its ribcage. a bloodstained note in its front pocket. ‘sorry, mom’. travelers see it and barely spare a thought; such things are commonplace.
  • roaming packs of dogs and cats still wearing their collars, centuries of domestication breaking down under the need to live and to keep living
  • families born of blood and sacrifice. trading stories over campfires about who they used to be, who they might have been, what they could have become if none of this ever happened. looks of understanding when someone loses a sister, a brother, a father. it happened to me, too.
  • abandoned bedrooms combed over for supplies, but the faded posters still hanging on the walls and the useless knickknacks on the shelves tell the stories of the people who lived there years ago
  • moss covering television sets, water lapping up into backyards, tree limbs shooting up through collapsed roofs, evidence of humanity being eroded one day at a time

 [Still I Rise By Maya Angelou] ••• 

“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, 

You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. 

Does my sassiness upset you? 

Why are you beset with gloom?

 ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

 Just like moons and like suns, 

With the certainty of tides,

 Just like hopes springing high,

 Still I’ll rise.

 Did you want to see me broken?

 Bowed head and lowered eyes?

 Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

 Weakened by my soulful cries? 

Does my haughtiness offend you? 

Don’t you take it awful hard 

’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard. 

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes, 

You may kill me with your hatefulness, 

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

 Does my sexiness upset you? 

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds 

At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise 

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise 

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, 

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. 

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 

I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear 

I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 

I am the dream and the hope of the slave. 

I rise I rise I rise." 

Thanksgiving with the Hollands (Tom Holland Headcanon)

Originally posted by parkers-myth


Summary: A look at what Thanksgiving is like for you and Tom’s family.

Authors Note: So I sort of modified this request and sorry it took forever but I wanted it to be out on Thanksgiving. I love this a lot and think it’s adorable and makes me long for Thanksgiving while having a family with Tom. I hope you guys enjoy and have a wonderful holiday! I am thankful for all of your love and support and don’t know what I’d do without you guys.

Requested: “Can you do a tom x reader thanksgiving headcanons? Like how current and future thanksgiving would go? Thanks!! I was going to do Halloween but that passed lol”

Masterlist

Word Count: 1799

Warnings: FLUFF, SWEARING

Taglist: @tbholland @stephie-senpai @cersei-lannister @i-love-superhero @chinalois @behxndthemask @ttholland @johnmurphys-sass @harperislit @annoyingasskid


  • By the time you started your own family you and Tom had become masters of the holiday.
  • Now you, Tom and your children were hosting Thanksgiving for the first time at your home.
    • Your son Tom jr aka TJ was basically a tiny clone of his dad, including personality which made him a handful for you. He just turned 5 and loved Thanksgiving.
    • Your daughter, Chloe was the princess of the house. At 1 year old, she had everyone wrapped around her chubby little fingers. 
  • Living in L.A. the weather wasn’t “ideally fall” but you made it work.
  • You decorated the whole place with warm yellows, rich browns, and pumpkin orange.
  • The kitchen had gourds decorating the table.
  • On the fridge, you had the kid’s turkey handprints that you helped them make
    • It was probably a mistake dipping a babies hand in paint because she got a little excited and reached her orange hand straight to your hair.
  • Tom insisted on making “Thanksgiving cards”
    • You told him that wasn’t a thing but he loved family photos to look at when he was away filming.
      • Now that TJ was in school you didn’t feel comfortable dragging him to set with his father. 
      • Both of you agreed to let him have routine and normalcy was better even though it made Tom even sadder when he knew he had to be away months for filming and couldn’t get random visits from his babies.
    • You took the pictures in your backyard (away from the pool)
      • You added some fall colored leaves and had a variety of pumpkins.
    • The whole crew put on sweaters (WHICH WAS NOT COMFORTABLE BECAUSE YOU WERE ROASTING UNDER THE CALIFORNIA SUN) but they looked cute so you committed to the look.
    • Your favorite picture was of Tom, holding the kids in his lap. TJ looked up admirably at his dad, with a large smile showing his missing tooth while Chloe kissed her daddy’s cheek.
    • Tom’s favorite was of you, holding Chloe nose to nose looking into each other’s eyes.
      • He put it on his Instagram captioning “My girls are natural models.”
  • You constantly had fall scented candles burning, to bring good energy around the house.
    • Fig, pumpkin, cinnamon, berry, etc.
      • Tom’s favorite smelt like rum and vanilla.
  • You were surprised Tom wanted to host this year but he was so insistent.
    • He actually wanted to host last year but Chloe was so tiny and he didn’t want to stress you out.
  • He invited both sides of the family (to give his parents the Thanksgiving experience) as well as friends (aka Harrison).
  • While Tom went to pick up his family from the airport the night before you went to the grocery store to gather supplies.
    • He took the kids with him so you could focus.
    • As soon as TJ saw his grandparents he booked it through the airport almost giving Tom a heart attack.
      • “THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND JR. WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARED I WAS?”
      • But TJ would just shrug and hug his grandpa harder.
      • “He just loves his family, don’t blame him, Thomas.”
      • Tom would relax, but still, be annoyed TJ thought that was okay. 
        • Also his outburst drew a bit of a crowd.
      • Getting into the car Chloe couldn’t stop giggling at her uncles as they played peek-a-boo.
        • “Where’s Chloe?” Sam would coo while Harry put her blanket over her head.
        • Chloe’s tiny legs would kick as she squealed happily.
        • “There she is!” Sam said, removing the blanket.
        • Chloe thinks this is the funniest shit, her baby giggles filling the whole car.
        • Tom smiled from the driver’s seat, loving when all of his family was together
  • Your family early Thanksgiving morning, but you were already up cooking.
    • “You made it! Feel go to your rooms they’re all made up…or you can help me.”
      • They left you to go sleep.
  • You hummed to yourself as you cooked the feast. 
    • The aroma woke up your husband, making him sleepily come downstairs in plaid pajama pants and no shirt.
      • “Smells amazing darling.”
      • “You can’t get any food yet, Holland.”
      • “Mmm, not even a tiny bite?”
      • “Nope, you have to wait.”
      • “Fine, I know something that tastes even better.”
        • Then he pulls you into a kiss, leaning you on the counter.
        • Quickly it got heated with your shirt almost being tossed into the turkey.
  • Tom’s job was to entertain everyone while you cooked because you did not want him in the kitchen and you also couldn’t focus if the kids were constantly at your feet.
  • The first baby to wake up was Chloe, you heard her over the baby monitor and instructed Tom to get the princess.
    • He returned with a sleepy little one in a turkey onesie.
      • “What have you done to my child?”
      • “What do you mean it’s festive?”
      • “She’s a freaking turkey.”
      • “A cute turkey!”
    • You dropped the argument for now and directed Tom to set up her highchair and feed her breakfast.
      • He attempted to help Chloe feed herself but was met with a firm “No!”
      • She was going through her no phase so she wanted to do everything herself.
        • “Princess, let me help feed you!”
        • “No!”
        • “It’s easier if I help”
        • “No dada no!”
      • Her festive pumpkin baby mush was flung all across the counter and in her little curls.
        • “You should have fed her yourself.”
        • “She told me no!”
        • “You let yourself be bossed around by a baby Thomas, a baby.”
  • Tom grumbled profanities under his breath and took his little turkey upstairs to the bathroom.
  • He saw his mini, was also now up and decided to give them both ready.
  • The day was mostly spent with your two families lounging on the couch, watching movies and football while talking about what’s happening in their lives.
    • “When Y/N was little she smashed her hand in the middle of the pie. Everyone was annoyed but she was so cute we couldn’t get mad at her. She tried to offer some of the pie from her tiny hands.”
  • Tom didn’t have to do much entertaining for the kids because the uncles had taken care of that situation.
  • Chloe hung off Sam as if he was her best friend. 
    • He had a gentleness with her that she loved.
    • He would tickle her sides, give her little cheek kisses, or play with her curls.
  • She loved the twins together because they would play little games with her.
    • Got your nose was a real hit especially when the twins pretended to throw her nose back and forth, driving her crazy.
  • TJ liked spending time with his Uncle Paddy because Paddy still remembered what it was like to be that age.
    • He played Nerf with him, the two running around in the backyard shooting foam at each other.
    • Paddy went gentle on TJ, but the little boy was out for blood and aimed at the face 99% of the time.
  • TJ talked to Uncle Harry about superheroes a lot.
    • “Did you know my daddy is Spiderman?”
    • “What that’s crazy?”
    • “I know! I’m gonna be Spiderman too!”
    • “Do you protect the city with him?”
    • “No, he says I’m too little but he says when he’s gone I can protect Chloe and mama!”
    • “I’m sure you’re terrifying to bad guys.”
    • “Yeah, I am.”
  • Harrison was their cool godfather, but they saw him all the time so they didn’t fawn over him as much.
    • “Gaw-fader,” Chloe attempted to say.
  • The Uncles and the godfather teamed up to play a badass game of hide and seek.
    • Harrison picked up Chloe since the little one wasn’t the most talented in walking.
      • “Chlo, we’re gonna win because we’re the best and most attractive and you’re my goddaughter so that means you’re better than your uncles. I’m your favorite Chloe, remember that.”
      • “Can you stop rambling div and just count!” Harry shouts.
      • “Div! Div! Div!” TJ joins in.
      • “Harry, don’t teach him how to say div, Tom is gonna lose his shit!” Harrison shouted back.
      • “Shitty shit!” TJ laughed.
        • The two had to begin bribing TJ with toys to not repeat either of those things to his parents.
  • Eventually, the kids got tired out and went down for a nap allowing all the guys to have a “bonding” session
  • Harrison bought bourbon and cigars which the brothers and Harrison went onto the back porch to indulge in since you didn’t want the smell lingering around the kids.
  • Tom sighed out a plume of smoke looking out in his gorgeous backyard, thinking about how it was possible he had this life.
    • “Damn I’m lucky.”
    • “No need to rub it in,” Harry joked back.
    • Tom laughed taking another puff of his cigar. “Don’t be jealous you’ll have it soon enough.”
    • “Do you think you’ll have more kids?” Harrison asked.
    • “I want a whole football team, an army of Hollands.”
    • “Sounds like Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan’s nightmare,” Sam joked.
    • They all laughed.
    • “Can’t help that Holland’s are kickass, it’s in our genes.
  • A couple of hours later, you had the table set and prepared for the dinner.
  • You changed into a fitted purple dress with your hair flat iron.
    • Your ears sparkled with diamonds given to you as an anniversary present form your husband as well as the large rock gracing your left ring fingers.
  • TJ wore an adorable little black sweater while Chloe wore a dress similar to yours. His hair was slicked back like his father’s (because ever since he found out his daddy wore hair gel he had to have some himself) and her’s was accompanied with a lovely white bow.
  • Tom wore dark was jeans and a loose fitting sweater. He wore his normal chain around his neck and even had in his earring.
    • “Ah the pirate is back.”
    • “Oh don’t you start, you know you love the piercing.
    • “Mmm, I always had a thing for Captain Hook.”
    • “Seriously!?”
    • “No you idiot, but I do like the piercing it’s sort of cute.”
  • You put the finishing touches on everything, making sure everything was presentable before calling everyone in for dinner.
  • The whole crew stampeded in, making plates while you stood back and admired your work.
    • Tom came up to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in close.
    • He placed tiny kisses on your nose.
      • “You’re so talented, darling. Thank you for doing this.”
      • “Of course, babe. I love having everyone together.”
      • “Does this mean hosting Christmas is on the table!?”
      • “Oh boy.”
Star-crossed lovers

ANON REQUESTED: Hello! Could you write a one shot with jon snow please? Where the reader is the daughter of the winterfell maid and when she dies Nedd gets y/n to care, she grows along with the Starks and gets very close to them, y/n and jon end up falling in love but jon leaves for castle black and she stays “Depressive”, like, she don’t smile anymore. After the war between jon and ramsey they meet again and you can make a super fluffy final, please? i just found you blog and i love it ❤️

Jon Snow x fem!Reader

Words: 1712
Notes: Y/N = your name; f/c = favorite color.


Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn had always been kind to your family, especially in the rough times they supported your parents in every possible way. Your house was not important like house Stark, but it was respected and your castle led over rich domains. Sadly, you seemed to be born under a bad sign as the first years of your life were scarred by tragedies: first, your land started to dry out and the crops had been poor; shortly afterwards you father fell ill and even maester Luwin couldn’t do anything to save him. As a widow who was no longer of marriageable age, with nothing but unfertile lands for dowry, your mother accepted lady Catelyn’s offer to stay in Winterfell and she became one of her maids; anyway, a few months later, she died too, leaving you alone. That was when Eddard and Catelyn Stark decided to take care of you, welcoming you in their castle as their own child.

You were tutored by septa Mordane with Sansa, but you also liked to play with Robb and Jon with wooden swords and mud in the courtyard. Those days of your childhood, spent with the Stark children who were roughly the same age as you, were quite happy indeed. The three of you got along fine, but when Theon arrived in Winterfell, Robb unattached himself a little from Jon and you, bonding with the Greyjoy as they were brothers. Theon, moreover, seemed to despise Jon: they were always quarreling, dragging you and Robb in, and that regularly resulted in fistfights and punishments for everyone.

So, in a way or another, you grew up with the Starks and became a pretty, young northerner lady. To return the kindness of their parents, you took care of Bran, Rickon and Arya, especially Arya, and because of it you often ended up with her and Jon in the backyard shooting arrows at a wooden target, just like that day.

Arya stood in front of the both of you, stretching the bowstring and taking aim; you seated on the low wall just ten feet further, humming and kicking the air, while Jon leant against the bricks right next to you.

– Are those new shoes? – he asked suddenly.

You looked at him at first and then you lowered your eyes to the f/c slippers and nodded.

– Such attention to detail – you kidded stealing one of his rare smiles.

– Just thought they were pretty.

– I agree, – you stated clicking the shoes’ tips, – that Greyjoy can be a prick, but when it comes to this kind of things he really knows his stuff.

– Theon? – Jon asked with wide eyes.

– A-Aye… – you stuttered timidly noticing his gaze souring.

At that moment, Arya yelled from across the yard, – It would be nice if my teachers looked at me hitting the bull’s eye! –, and she unstuck the arrow from the target.

– Well done! – Jon shouted back, then he left without saying more or even giving you the time of day.

You gave a quick and worried look to the little girl, waved her a short bye, and followed him inside.

– Why are you angry? What did I say? – you exclaimed walking briskly at his back. At those words, he stopped and turned to face you.

– Are you serious, Y/n? Are you really taking presents from Theon?

– Is that the problem? Theon buying me a pair of shoes?

You didn’t expect a reaction like that, but the look he had on his face was quite troubled. You sighed, searching for the right words to explain him the situation.

– He bought me a new pair of shoes because he ruined my old ones making me falling in the muck, two days ago.

Jon’s frown soothed a little, but not enough. You groaned and took one of your feet.

– Y/n…? – he said confused watching as you put off the slippers. You then pounded them on his chest.

– Here. Take them, Jon.

The two of you remained quiet and so close you could feel your breaths on the skin. Your lips were just few inches apart. That day, with your new shoes pressed on his chest, bare feet on the cold stone floor, you gave your first kiss to the Stark bastard Jon.

Because of Lady Catelyn opinion about him and because you felt so in debt to her, you and Jon agreed to keep your love affair a secret for just you and him two. Even if you found it hard not to sink your fingers in his hair when he was seating beside you at the dinner table, or not to rest your head on his shoulder when you were watching Arya and Bran practicing, you held on for the sake of your love. Jon was struggling too for the same identical reasons, not to mention the great effort he had to make to stay calm every time Robb, or worse Theon, got too close to you. Besides, you were the only good thing happened to him in a whole life and the only thought that helped him getting through Lady Catelyn bitterness day after day. He didn’t talk to you about it, he didn’t want to be a burden or made you sad, but he could not consider Winterfell his home anymore, and the night he heard by mistake Lord Stark and his wife discussing about a possible suitor for you from the riverlands, he made his decision, alone.

The night of the celebration in honor of the royal family’s arrival, when you joined him outside in the cold night air, you felt something was wrong. Then Jon stretched out a hand and took you by the wrist, keeping you close to him. Resting his forehead on yours he told he was leaving for the Wall and you knew deep down inside there was nothing you could do to make him stay: if you forced him to do that, he would eventually hate you too. So, the next day you let him go away with his uncle; when his figure disappeared over the distance, he took all your love, joy and laughs away with him. No one never heard your laugh once since that farewell.

There is not much to tell about the following years: you spent your days out of apathy, sharing fake smile cold as the north winds. During the Ironborns’ possession of Winterfell, you helped Bran and Rickon to escape, but were not able to run away with them; free or caged, you had nothing to lose anyway.

Speaking about Ramsey Bolton, the things were different. Under his captivity, you really were frightened. You saw what he did with Theon and what your poor childhood friend had become because of his twisted mind. Twice you implored the bastard to have mercy, and twice his men beat you senseless; by the time you restored consciousness, you found yourself in the courtyard, with rain and blood all over your dress, hands and face. Servants had orders to ignore you, on pain of death. After that, Ramsay ordered you to serve as a kitchen maid, and so you did. Once Sansa came back and became his wife, he humiliated you in front of her more than one occasion, dressing you with rags, keeping you locked up in the kennels for the night, or cutting your hair short with a knife in the middle of the hall threatening to skin you.

It was an endless nightmare.

Everything that happened after Theon and Sansa ran away was fast and terrifying. In a blink of an eye, Rickon was brought to Ramsey and a second later Winterfell was at war carrying the red flayed man banners. And when, in the silence of the castle walls, the sound of the distant battlefield was overcome by the main gate blown to pieces, your heart started to beat in your chest again: Jon was standing there, strong and alive, and he was defeating Ramsey who now laid exhausted on the ground. Every punch hit the Bolton’s face you took a step towards Jon, until his eyes finally met yours.

Jon closed the door behind his back as you stood still ahead and never once did he averted his gaze from yours. Neither of you had said a word yet, but your fingers were tenderly caressing the palm of his hand, sensing the earthy and bloody smell from all his body. Just like he did years before, he took you by the wrist and held you against his chest, embracing your bruised body in his sored arms.

– I never should have left – he said in a hoarse whisper.

The tightness in your throat cut off your breath and you started to sob softly.

– I never should’ve let you go! – you cried out holding Jon as hard as you could.

You both remained there in each other’s arms, without paying attention to the flow of time. Tears were falling quietly down the cheeks and hands were firmly gripping fabric and leather. Only when your heartbeats were back to their calm normal rate, Jon pushes a little away from you; even so, he did not let go of you.

– I’m afraid I’ve soiled your hair – he smiled looking at the hair that was falling on your forehead, now a little muddy. You giggled, sniffling and drying the trickles on his face with your thumbs.

– Don’t worry, Jon, it wasn’t my best hairdo anyway – you kidded gesturing to your short locks. Then he rested his head against yours and closed his eyes.

– You still look ravishing, Y/n – he said softly, – You can’t imagine how amazing it is to see your face again, after being all these years away.

You raised your chin and laid a gentle kiss on his lips being careful not to touch any bruise or cut the battle left on his skin.

– I was rather surprised to see your hair up… – but you were not able to go on because, in the heat of passion, Jon wrapped you up in his strong arms and deepened the kiss you both longed for so long. You’d never divide again, and now you knew that, after all, you were not star-crossed lovers, because that kiss was just the first of many to come.

5
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
                       ~Maya Angelou
In honor of International Women's Day I'd like to present you with the poem "Still I Rise"by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt for you ! So the balloon boys are playing football/basketball at the Bakkoush's place and Sana sees them from her window so she asks if she can join and then Yousef is happy because he knows that's Sana making a move towards him and Elias is smiling because he sees that his best friend and sister are finally alright and the boys just talk about how great it was to see Even and make peace and how much they've missed him and that Sana's friends are just amazing and she's lucky

Hey!!

I hope you don’t mind but I’ve changed it a little bit in order to repeat certain scene…you’ll understand it once you read it

Hope you like it though :D 

This is set today Saturday and after 4x08

———————x——————–

“Guys, let’s go outside and I don’t know play basketball or something, we’ve been here for hours” Yousef told his friends

They were in the living room at the Bakkoush’s. They had been talking about filming their next Hei Briskeby video but now they were just lying on the couches and talking about random things.

“Why? We’re here chilling” Adam said yawning

“It’s a nice day outside, we can chill in the backyard” Yousef argued

“Look Yousef if you want to see if my sister is there just go by yourself, we’ll stay here” Elias said

Yousef opened his eyes in surprise, he didn’t expect Elias to see right through him that way. Was he really being that obvious?

“What? That’s not why…why would I…I don’t know what you’re talking about” Yousef stuttered

“Bro, we all saw you yesterday, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other” Elias said shaking his head

“Yeah, you were way too obvious” Mutta added

“I saw it too but I thought you were with Noora” Mikael said frowning

“Noora? No, there’s nothing between us” Yousef clarified

“But then why did you meet her? Mikael and I saw you” Adam said

“I’d like to hear an explanation for that to be honest, why were you flirting with my sister and then meeting another girl the next day?” Elias asked protectively.

“I met Noora because…”

“Because?” Elias insisted

Yousef took a deep breath, once he’d say those words there would be a never ending teasing.

“I met Noora because I needed advice on Sana” he blurted out way too quickly.

There was a silence for a few seconds until the four boys burst in laughs. Yousef closed his eyes and shook his head waiting for them to be finished

“Aww look at our boy Yousef, he’s in looooove” Adam said putting his arm around him

“I’m hurt you asked Noora for advice instead of me, bro, I thought I was your best friend” Elias said as he wiped away the tears he had got from laughing

“Whatever” Yousef said shoving off Adam’s arm and standing up “I’m out of here”

“Tell my sister I say hi!” he heard Elias saying as he left the living room.

 -x-

He bounced the ball he had found on the backyard and shoot but he didn’t score. Instead the ball hit the basket and passed by him. He sighed and turned around ready to go look for it but he froze when he saw her standing there, ball in hands. He felt his heart beating fast on his chest, his hands sweating, this was giving him flashbacks from two Saturdays ago, when he was the one with the ball on his hands and she was the surprised one.

“Hi” he managed to say

“Hi” She said passing the ball from one hand to another

“Are you going to pass me the ball?” he asked

He saw her looking at her side for a moment as if she was considering what words to use.

“Come and get it” she said smirking

So he wasn’t the only one with Saturday flashbacks then, she was clearly quoting him. He decided to follow her game

“Seriously, I’m not kidding pass me the ball” he tried to keep a straight face but how could he when Sana Bakkoush was standing in front of him smiling?.

“Seriously, I’m not kidding come and…” she made a paused and grinned at him slyly. “Nah…forget it…am I 12 or what?”

She looked at him and bit her lip waiting for his reaction. He blinked several times and opened his mouth slightly trying to figure out if it was a coincidence or if she was actually quoting one of his texts with Noora. She couldn’t know…could she?

Seeing that he was still processing her words, she started to walk towards him bouncing the ball. When only one step kept them apart she smiled at him and dodged him shooting the ball and scoring.

“1-0 Acar” she said throwing the ball at him

He grabbed it and paused for a moment to look at her. She was smiling widely at him, maybe she did know about the texts.

“Game on” he said grinning

-x-

“Are we interrupting?”

Both Sana and Yousef turned around and saw the boys standing a few meters from them. They had been playing basketball for almost an hour now.

“Uh…” Yousef started but was soon interrupted by Sana

“Yes, you are. But it’s okay, I wanted to take a break anyway, you can join us” she said leading the way to the grass where she sat.

The boys followed her and sat forming a circle. Yousef sat right in front of Sana with Adam and Mikael in one side and Mutta and Elias in the other.

“So, did you enjoy yourselves yesterday?” she asked the boys

“Yeah, your friends are really cool” Elias said

“That guy Eskild is the best” Adam said

“I met him when I stayed at Noora’s and he was…well, kind of weird but really funny” Elias nodded

“Well, I know for a fact that he liked you” Sana said chuckling

“Ohhhh, Elias you’re a heartbreaker” Mutta teased him, soon joined by the rest of the boys.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I like Noora better” Elias said rolling his eyes

“You have competition now that William is back, brother” Sana said

“What’s the deal with them anyway?” he asked

“Long story…but hey…how were things with…Even?” Sana asked hesitantly. “You looked okay yesterday”

“They’re great” Adam said nodding

“Yeah, we talked about everything and things are cool” Elias added

“And Isak and his friends are really nice. They apologized we apologized and everything is chill now” Mikael said

Sana smiled at them happily

“I’m really glad to hear that, he really missed you guys”

“We missed him too” Yousef said

“So what about you, sis? Did you have fun yesterday?”

“Oh yes, I danced with my friends, I sang, I…I actually had a very interesting conversation with Noora.” She said directing her eyes straight at Yousef.

He looked at her, she had an amused smile on her face. Yousef laughed awkwardly and blushed. She knew, she definitely knew.

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So second fic of the day done!

I’ll try to write another one set on Monday before the day ends :)

Hope you’ve liked this one

Thank you so much for reading!!♥♥♥

26.

For the better part of the night Scully lies awake, listening to the soft murmur of voices from the makeshift campsite. Will and Matt are huddled together, whispering around a long-dormant fire. Sara’s baby cries every now and then, and the girl wakes up to comfort him. For once all of the sounds around her are soft, familiar, human, but Scully is not comforted.

Will’s blood, the baby’s, her own. The facility they burned to ashes. What truths could she have uncovered there? What mysteries could she have solved?

Will’s blood, dislodging the pathogen; Will’s body, untroubled by the changes that are killing everyone else. Every mother believes her child is special, but Scully knows she’s right.

She thinks about the pet rabbit she’d had as a little girl, remembers her own small hands touching the creature’s insides, trying to figure out what made it work. At five years old she’d been heartless. All children are sociopaths, she supposes, but she — she was different.

What if her heart only beats science? Her only son. What would you sacrifice?

On the ground beside her Mulder jolts awake. He blinks up at her. “Did you say something?”

Jesus. How loud was she thinking? “Not out loud.”

He just looks at her expectantly. It’s something he’s always been good at: knowing when she needs to talk, knowing when she needs not to.

“William,” she says. She wraps her arms around her knees.

Mulder breaks eye contact. Whatever Skinner told him back at the base, he’s been quiet ever since. She won’t ask him to say it out loud.

“I hate the idea that we’ve been pawns the whole time,” she says, staring straight ahead. “That the game was fixed. That we just played the roles we were assigned.”

On Will’s first day of school, he’d held her hand tight in his all the way to his classroom, but he never cried. Will building rockets in the backyard, shooting hoops with Mulder in the driveway, reciting whole chapters of The Hobbit from memory. Floating on his back out on the lake, the freckles on his nose darkening.

If he was given to her just so they could take him away.

“Do you still think it was worth it?” he asks, his voice hoarse. The long years, the horror and the fear and the uncertainty. And Mulder, always. Always.

She lies down next to him, pulling his arm around her waist, and breathes the poisoned air. She has never felt so finite.


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One Of Those Days..

Request: I got a request! Can I get a markiplier x lilsis reader where he finds her in a bad state just really sad and crying and helps her through it. Thanks 💕💕 - @wtfmireya

A/N: I hope that this is what you wanted! Thank for requesting this, I hope you like it☺️

Today was NOT your day. You went to school feeling so happy, but came home just absolutely miserable. Nothing particularly bad happened, it was just one of those days. You felt the weight of stress on your shoulders. On these days all you wanna do is lock yourself in your room and lay down on your bed and cry, and that’s exactly what you did when you came home from school. You walked into the front door and slammed it shut, then walked up the stairs and found your room, and then also slamming your door room shut. But, little did you know the gang was in the backyard shooting a video, but while they were setting up, they heard you slam the doors when you came in.
They all looked up immediately at each other, then toward the house. “..was that (Y/N)?” Kathryn spoke with a worried expression looking at Mark
“I think so…I’m gonna go check on her, I’ll be right back” Mark handed Tyler and Ethan the cameras he had and made his way inside the house
He went up stairs searching for your room, once he got to your door he was quiet and listened through the door
He heard muffled crying and immediately open the door
He saw you laying on your bed sobbing and shaking badly with your hands tangled with your hair
You were currently having a panic attack and Mark knows how bad you can get when you have one, he went up to you slowly and sat right next to you on the bed and rubbed your shoulder softly to comfort you
At first you jumped at the touch but calmed down and realized it was Mark
“Look at me bug, it’s just me”
You turned your body and sat up on the bed and hugged your knees, still shaking and crying but looked up at your big brother sitting next to you
He moved your hair out of your face and wiped some tears away and looked at you with comforting eyes
“What happened today hun? Talk to me” Mark said
It took you a minute, but you spoke
“..its just been one of those days and I can’t handle it, I-I’m s-sorry…” you had started crying again and thats when Mark grabbed you and hugged you
You rested your head on his shoulder and stayed there
“I understand bug, we all have these days, and they are not fun at all, but I want you to know that it’ll be okay and that I’m always here to talk, okay? And don’t apologize for this, it’s okay” he spoke softly and rubbed your shoulder and held you until you calmed back down
You guys sat there for a minute or two until you felt your anxiety go away
You sat back up and wiped your leftover tears away, and Mark said some of your favorite jokes and you both started dying laughing
“There’s that laugh!” Mark spoke while still dying of laughter, you smiled even bigger than you already were
“You wanna come out to the backyard with me? Amy, Kathryn, Ethan and Tyler are all here and they would love to see that you’re okay” Mark said looking at you for a answer
And you thought for a second but eventually said yes, Mark smiled and you guys both got up and immediately both raced down the stairs laughing
“HA! I won! You lose, loser!” you said jokingly and smiling at Mark who was still laughing and said
“You wanna fight child? Because we can fight!” He said jokingly back
You both went out into the backyard still dying of laughter and everyone was so glad to see you happy and outside with them, Mark decided to be sneaky and grab some water balloons that they were gonna use for the video and threw one at you when you were talking to Amy & Ethan about what you two were laughing about
You turned around to Mark seeing him laughing
“Oh, it’s on now!” And you chased after Mark, soon everyone joined in and was laughing and smiling and just throwing water balloons at each other
You immediately were so happy again, and dying of laughter like everyone else
And it ended to be a great day again 💕

New Year's Eve Special!

Hey there! I hope you all got safe and happy into the new year! ♥

I wish you all the best and biggest luck on this wordl! Stay awesome, cool, safe and the way you all are! You are such cuties!!
I hope this years goes better for some of you….and for the others who already had a good year: I hope it stays like this! Stay strong my dearies and don’t give up!!

I’m working on a christmas special! It will get a biiiit late haha! But it will come…! I’ll hurry! hihi-

But now; a how the characters would celebrate New Year’s Eve special!
Enjoy~!



Bill:
Oh he got it all: firecrackers, fireworks and everything that’s loud and shiny. Even though he doesn’t understand why the humans celebrated the end of a normal year just to celebrate the beginning of another boring year, but it was kind of interesting and made fun.
You blew things up in the sky with a big explosion! Wasn’t that fun?!
So you two were outside to let everything explode as loud as possible, what got him all excited. 


Wendy
She celebrated the new year’s eve with you and her friends  and also shot some fireworks and firecrackers.
So you celebrated it very loud and were really busy with driving around to get to the best places,, but it was really much fun.
After a while you two took a break to just sit somewhere to watch the group fooling around with the firecrackers and shoot the lights in the sky.


Dipper:
You two didn’t shoot very much fireworks in the sky but watched the others infront of the shach doing it.
While Mabel sent mostly all the fireworks to the sky, you two watched the fireworks popping up in the sky and go up in thousand of lights.
Dipper even got some sparkler to surprise you; and it worked.


Mabel:
She’s the queen of destruction.
So she got enough to propably light up a whole town.
Everytime she sent off a firework, she screamed “happy new year!” or just screamed.
She asked you if you wanted to do one with her and with her hands around yours, you two sent off the little rocket to give the sky new colorful stars.
The big hugs of her “saved” you from the sparks.


Stanley:
He also wanted to do some fireworks with you, so he “bought” a ton of them. When you asked for the bill of these, he told you you’d get it after every proof was destroyed.
So this meant a whole colourful night, not caring if it was already officially over. 
You two stood outside until the bitter end to share laughter and send off the fireworks. It might kept some people awake, but that also drew the fun.


Stanford:
He didn’t really think about the fact sending off fireworks, so he didn’t buy any. But you’re not dumb and already bought some!
You only needed to persuade him and annoy the hell out of him to get him outside and celebrate the ending and beginning of the old and new year. 
But you two didn’t stayed out for long, after an half an hour you got inside to watch TV (with cuddling of course) until you fell alseep. 


Pacifica
You stood with her in her big backyard, surrounded by rich people her parents had invited in to celebrate another healthy year.
Of course the family wouldn’t celebrate it without fireworks, but to be honest, it wasn’t that amazing.
So after you saw some lights in the city, you persuaded Pacifica to sneak out with you and go down to the city, where you had a lot of fun walking around and watch the people shooting lights up in the dark sky.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

—  Maya Angelou