because 'my wife' is not familiar

High Lords Comforting

Rhys: Has this down to a science; back rubs and gentle kisses. “What’s wrong?” Impossible to be denied because his eyes are so wide and pleading; but if he can’t get Feyre to talk, he just turns on SexyMode™ until she becomes annoyed/aroused enough to talk to him.

Feyre: A good listener. Lets Rhys rant for ages. “I know this must be difficult for you, and I’ll always be here.” “Thank you, Feyre darling. I can’t believe it…this betrayal hit home.” “Yes…Cassian shouldn’t have opened your favorite bottle of wine without asking.”

Helion: Smiles everywhere, lots of pleasant touching, whispering foul things that just make his lover laugh so hard. Will do anything to make them smile again. Do they want to see him perform a dance routine? Get Sexy and I Know It cued up, here comes Helion.

Thesan: Cuddles his Peregryn lover. “What are you–” “Shhhhhhh, I’m being soothing.” “Oh, I’m doing alright–” “Shhhhhhh, you need to be soothed.” “No, really, nothing’s wrong–” “Shhhhhhhhhhh!”

Kallias: Definitely builds a pillow fort or, even better, an igloo for him and Viviane to escape into if she’s feeling blue. They can make little snowmen, and he likes to tickle her until she starts to giggle. “Has anyone seen the High Lord?” “Ah…he’s in his igloo.” “AND I’M NOT COMING OUT UNTIL MY WIFE SMILES.”

Tarquin: Mild internal panicking at the thought of something being wrong. But he’s a comforter; brings his lover everything that they find joy in. Will eat ice cream in bed with them, takes them to watch the sunset, they read books together. Its all familiar and soothing and comfortable.

Beron: Doesn’t know something is wrong; doesn’t care. Doesn’t have lovers because ew

Tamlin: Smiles gently, tips up his lover’s chin and brushes away a strand of their hair. Kisses them on the forehead. “You know what you need to make you feel better?” he whispers softly, his lips like a butterfly kiss on their forehead. “What?” Another kiss on the tip of the nose, and then, “SoLiTARy COnFineMEnT” before he throws them in a locked room. “iT bUiLdS ChaRAcTeR!”

For years I wallowed in self doubt, self pity, self mutilation. I didn’t cut myself or hurt myself overtly. My method was to eat myself to death. I’d given up all hopes for a decent life. My wife didn’t love me but why should she? I didn’t have real friendships but who would want to be my friend anyway? I shut myself off from the world because I was no good to them anyway. I immersed myself in distractions to avoid my life defining belief:

I hated myself.

I’ve learned through this journey that I’m not alone. Those who I’ve coached or meet at events I’ve spoken at have shared their fears and pains and they are so familiar. So many of us, obese or not have such destructive self talk that we spend half our days on the verge of melting down.

It doesn’t have to be this way.

If you found out your best friend or mother was in an abusive relationship, what would you do? Chances are, you’d go over there and help her pack and get away from the dirtbag as soon as humanly possible. You wouldn’t support her and encourage her to “tough it out”. Why not? Because she is in danger and needs to get out right away.

It’s funny how we would never allow a loved one to suffer the kind of pain we would inflict upon ourselves without hesitation.

Are you in an abusive relationship right now with yourself? Would you speak about someone the same way you speak about yourself? For years, I was both the abuser and the abused of myself. Now here’s the good news: you can stop it today. Right now.

Blaise Pascal once said: “To understand is to forgive.”

It’s time to move forward. It’s time to believe. You aren’t perfect but you’re not your mistakes. Do and be and before you know it, you will become.

You may fall short of perfection but with self love and Pascal’s understanding, you will find in your perfection the start of a self-love affair that never has to end.

Don’t you deserve to be loved that way?

In Your Arms - Sebastian Stan

Hello internet! Yes, I have deleted ‘Night Owls part III’ bucause it was too angsty for what I had in mind for the finale so, I’m going to rewrite it. In the meantime, I have written this because I had an amazing idea the moment I saw the gifs that you’ll be seeing in a matter of seconds. Btw, the gifs are not mine; I found them on @bucky-plums-barnes but they actually come from @thenixcat . Anywaaay, enjoy! xx

                                   SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

Summary: getting together with Sebastian at the airport after being apart for six months.

Warnings: tons of fluff, i guess. I tried to be funny, did I succeed?

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Being far away from Sebastian has always been challenging, but I never thought it would increase so much. After getting married, we were definitely excited to start a new chapter of our life together, but obviously an issue came crossing our path in no time. I still remember the moment when, as we were chilling outside in the sun on our honeymoon, Sebastian’s phone started ringing and after a couple of minutes I found out that he would be leaving in a month to film for six whole months in Atlanta. Obviously I was thrilled for him but at the same time we were a little sad to have to put off our new ideas and adventures for even more time. Therefore we squeezed a lot of things we wanted to do in just one month before we gave up and decided that the best idea was to wait, then we would have been completely and happily free. We sadly said our goodbyes at the airport, promising that we would talk by Skype, Facetime and phone calls every single day and that we would immediately book a flight as soon as one of us found some time to visit the other.

And we did, we didn’t break the promise and succeeded to feel less lonely apart from each other. It had been a real nightmare sometimes to leave again after just a weekend together and with each passing day, even hanging up at the end of a phone call was getting difficult. One of the last weeks before Sebastian finally could come back home, we decided that the ultimate week apart, we wouldn’t contact each other. Maybe a text message, or if we were really really lonely, a phone call could fit in but, we thought the plan would help the excitement of seeing each other again after a long time. You know, like sleeping apart the week before the wedding to make the wedding night more special or waiting to open a present for a bigger surprise. Even if for Sebastian those examples meant the same thing on our wedding night..

Anyhow, in this exact moment, I’m waiting for Seb’s flight to land. I actually wanted this to be a surprise but my dear husband probably knows me too well to know that I’m here waiting. What he doesn’t know is that I’m quietly hiding in the back, a German family covering me from the fans that are in the front waiting for him to show up and ask him for photos. And no, I’m not wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses on the inside to “look like a civilian”.. okay, just the hat, but it’s just for fashion purposes..maybe..
When I hear over the speakers that the plane has landed, I move over a little, leaning over a wall nearby with my arms crossed. The position is perfect: I can see him as he walks down the stairs but he can’t see me. He’s looking around, searching for my familiar face, and he looks a little disappointed to not see me anywhere. Poor baby. The fans start to approach him slowly, they’re not a lot but it will take him a while to take all the pictures, and I’m sure he’s too kind to refuse. Sebastian starts talking with his fans and I slightly overhear a “Have you seen my dear wife somewhere?” with an almost sarcastic tone but I know that he’s really hoping to see me somewhere. The people around him shake their heads, shrugging their shoulders. It’s now that I decide to get into his sight.

Sebastian looks over, seeing movements behind the crowd, crossing his fingers mentally praying that I’ll show up in a matter of seconds. And he’s lucky, because I do. My figure slowly appears in the background, a few feet away, and I see everything: his brows furrowing in confusion, is it really me? Then his eyes shot open, the brightest and most familiar smile forming on his lips. I notice a few fans around him with the corner of my eye starting to record his reaction after seeing me, but right now I don’t care, what I only see is him, the world around me stopping. Sebastian starts walking towards me slowly as the crowd splits to let him pass and I mirror his actions, then his walk becomes a light jog and it’s in that exact moment that we start running, as if by looking in each other’s eyes we knew what to do. We meet in the middle with a bone crushing hug as I surround his neck with my arms and his go immediately around my waist with a steady hold, he has picked me up and my feet are dangling in the air. I smell his cologne again, feeling his face buried in my neck as a few tears fall from the both of us. And in that moment, in his arms for once more, I really feel at home.

Little Wings. {Feysand}

Based off a prompt sent by Anonymous: Feyre and Rhys adopting a little orphan girl. I love this prompt. I hope I have done it justice. Let me know what you all think. :) Enjoy.

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

“Nervous?”

“Yes. No. Yes……but I’m trying not to be.”

Rhysand chuckled, taking the hand of his Mate. “Me too.”

Once they returned from the war with Hybern, they received news of just how much damage had been done to their people.

Thousands are dead,” Cassian had confirmed. Rhysand could tell he had been mourning them, but had collected himself before entering the townhouse. “There are children, Rhys. Children that don’t have parents anymore.”

Death was a part of life, especially the life that they lived. But Rhysand felt it, the loss for those children. He had talked to Feyre about it that night, and she didn’t even hesitate before tearing up, and telling him, “I want to bring one home. Let’s give one of them a loving home, Rhys.”

So, here they were, on their way to an Illyrian camp just outside of Velaris’ boarder. Most of the children who had lost their parents were old enough, or nearing old enough, to begin training, so the leaders of the camps had taken them under their wings. There was an exception, though, Cassian had mentioned. There was one……One that was too young.

Feyre didn’t have to hear anything else. She was out of bed, dressed, and heading to the boarder before dawn.

“I can’t believe you two are going to be parents,” Mor said from behind the couple, because she had insisted on coming in typical Morrigan fashion. “And I’m going to be an Aunt.”

“The title can be taken from you at any time, you know,” Cassian muttered from beside her. “Remember that before you start spoiling it rotten. Now, Uncle Cassian, there’s an important –“

“Hush,” Mor rolled her eyes. “If anyone is going to corrupt this child, it’s going to be Uncle Cassian.”

Feyre smiled as a soft, breathy laugh escaped Rhys. “What are we bringing this child into?”

Feyre shrugged, falling into step closer to her Mate. “At least we can count on Elain and Azriel to be normal.”

“And Nesta?”

“Aunt Nesta,” Cassian grinned. “My future wife.”

“Does she know this?” Mor jabbed. “Because I swear she slammed her door in your face last night.”

“Details,” Cassian mumbled. “She just needs time, that’s all.”

The air around them grew heavier as they remembered recent events: the war, the death toll.

The camp came into sight, Illyrians bustling about for their morning duties. Cassian’s swagger instantly returned as he greeted those he was familiar with. He led them to a small tent on the far side, which he stood just outside of and called a single name. “Rissa?”

A kind face appeared. She was an Illyrian whose wings had been clipped, Rhys noticed. She must have trained before the law was changed. The woman, Rissa, greeted them with a genuine, gentle smile. “Good morning, General Commander, High Lord and Lady, Morrigan. It is a pleasure.”

“The pleasure is ours, Rissa,” Cassian smiled, gentler then he often appeared. “And, I’ve told you that you can call me Cassian.”

“I know,” she bowed her head. “It’s hard to break old habits.”

“Of course,” Cassian replied, understandingly. “As long as I can keep reminding you.”

A small laugh left the woman, but not one that Cassian typically received from women. No, it was not a giggle, but a fond laugh meant for someone she respected. “Of course, Cassian. Come in, come in.”

She held open the tent flap for the four members of the Inner Circle. Rhysand was the last to enter the tent, and when he did, he froze.

Lying on the floor, on top of a woolen blanket, was an infant. Her curly black hair was wild, sticking out in every direction, her hazel eyes instantly finding the newcomers. She was no more than six months of age, if Rhysand had to guess.

Small, black wings were resting underneath her.

“Both her mother and father were killed in the war,” Rissa said from behind them. Rhysand had forgotten she was there. He had forgotten everyone was there, everyone but him and the baby. “She is too little to be here without them, and she needs a safe place to be raised. She’s a very good infant, very calm, very smart. She likes to be sung to, and talked to. She likes to go for walks, and see new things. She doesn’t cry much, only when she’s hungry. When resting, she prefers to be swaddled.”

Feyre approached the infant, and lifted her from the ground. The baby cooed, sending tears down Feyre’s cheeks, pride and joy radiating through the bond. “You knew her parents?”

“Yes,” Rissa confirmed. “Very well, actually. Her mother and I had been friends for a long while.” Her voice became quieter as she watched the High Lady with the baby. “She looks a lot like her mother.”

“She will be in good hands,” Mor smiled, resting her hand gently on the woman’s shoulder. “I can promise you that.”

“I have no doubt,” Rissa’s caramel eyes softened. “I have no doubt that your household is the best for Alina.”

Alina.

Her small hand wrapped around Feyre’s finger as his mate met his eyes. “This is our baby, Rhys. This is our baby.”

Rhysand approached the two, his two girls, and the baby, Alina, smiled at him.

“Would you like to come home with us, little Alina?” he whispered, running the tips of his fingers gently down her soft cheek.

The baby giggled – a soft, sweet sound.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Cassian smiled, standing just behind Mor, the two of them admiring the scene unfolding before them.

“Promise me one thing,” Rissa said, before they could go on.

“Anything,” Feyre promised.

“When she’s old enough…..When she asks……Let her know how brave, and kind, and selfless they were. And that they loved her more than anything.”

They – her parents.

“Of course,” Rhysand promised. “Of course.”

“We will bring her to visit you,” Feyre promised. “And you may come visit us at any time, in Velaris.”

The woman’s eyes became misty as she bowed her head. “Thank you, High Lady.”

“Of course,” Feyre shook her head. “I can tell how you’ve bonded. We do not wish to take that away from you.”

As if trying to diffuse the tension, Rissa began gathering Alina’s belongings – her few handmade outfits, blankets, and a small teddy bear made from sheepskin. Before Rhysand could even think clearly, they were on their way. They had come a couple, and were leaving a family.

They left the tent, back into the camp, trekking to their home in Velaris.

The air was brisk, the cool breeze blowing wildly as Feyre handed him their daughter. Wrapping her in the blanket, Rhysand brought her close to his chest, and bounced her softly as he walked. “I will always protect you. I will always love you. I promise. I promise.”

“Fatherhood looks good on you,” Feyre smiled, radiantly, from beside him.

“Yeah?” Rhys wiggled his eyebrows. “Is it turning you on?”

“Great,” Cassian groaned, shooting Mor a look of distaste. “As if they need another reason to have -” Glancing at Alina, he cleared his throat. “To do what they do in the bedroom. Although, now that there will be a baby in the house, you’re going to have to start keeping it down, Feyre.”

Feyre swatted at the General Commander as Mor howled.

Rhysand didn’t know a lot about fatherhood, he certainly had a lot to learn. But, he did know one thing: this baby was going to be loved. By her parents, by the rest of their crazy, disoriented family, and by all of Velaris.

She would be the pride and joy of the Night Court, and Rhysand would protect her with his life.

Mother have pity on any enemy that came for her. 

Me and Mine

“My Wife.” “My Husband.” It’s important to make clear what they are to each other.

It starts as a private joke.

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My husband should keep in mind that his wife is perfectly able to let people down gently on her own. You didn’t need to scare him.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sakura pitches her voice an octave lower than usual, she hunches her shoulders to her ears and fists her hands on her hips, “Hello, I see you are speaking to my wife Sakura, who is my wife. I am my wife Sakura’s husband.”

“I do not sound like that.”

Naruto, unable to help himself: “Woah, Sakura, where did you go? All I see are two Sasukes!”

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When she’s not calling him Anata, she’s calling him ‘My Husband’, and it’s because she’s being a little shit.

“My loving, wonderful husband, will you please hand me that book?”

“Get it yourself.”

“But surely my husband wouldn’t make me walk all the way over there when he’s so big and strong and mmph-!”

He presses the book into her hands and muffles her ribbing with a kiss. Their lips part but he doesn’t pull away. He knocks his forehead gently against hers and smiles and sighs. He knows it’s silly, feels a little ridiculous because of it, but he gets warm all over whenever she calls him that.

Maybe that’s why he starts joining in on the joke.

If it felt lovely to hear her call him her husband, it felt stupendous to call her his wife.

Suddenly he couldn’t get enough. Every time he said it, it lost none of its surrealty and beauty. Surely eventually it would, with age and years and familiarity. But he wasn’t sure.

And so it went that soon he started saying it when she wasn’t around.

“My wife has a copy of that scroll, I’ll ask her if she’ll lend it to you if you like.”

“What the fuck, I know who your wife is, did you hit your head?” Naruto snorts, “I’ll get it when I come to dinner tomorrow.”

“No one invited you.”

“Excuse you, I am your boss. You’re cooking, right?”

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It becomes something that keeps them grounded in their distance.

When Sakura tells a story from when she was young she says, “And then my husband threw his explosive tags in with mine and I had to catch him before he fell off the cliff.”

As Sasuke walks a foreign road and comes upon a small practice, he offers: “My wife is a doctor, she taught me which herbs to use for different ailments. I could collect them for you in exchange for shelter.”

“My husband is a good man,” she defends.

“My wife is waiting for me,” he reminds himself.

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“You attacked my husband and my precious child.”

“My wife is not weak.”

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At the edge of the earth, at the end of a decade, Sasuke readies himself.

He strokes his hawks head with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

“Tell my wife that I’ll be back soon.”

AU: High School Reunion

AU: Fake Dating. Prompt: It’s my high school reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me + personal plot request

Characters: Spencer Reid x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral     Triggers: None     Words: 1,288

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You sighed to yourself as Derek left your office. Of course he had an important meeting on the day of your reunion. The thought of cancelling crossed your mind. But you knew that if you didn’t go, the others would start rumors about why. You needed to go. To show them that you were successful. You didn’t need a date, but it would have made it so much better to see their faces fall seeing that you had succeeded so much more that they did. 

You leaned back in your chair, sighing, then shot up at the idea that popped into your head. Rising and leaving your office you looked around for the young genius who could be your saving grace. Seeing him standing in from of the case billboard you approached him slowly.

“Spence?” you said quietly, not wanting to startle him.

Turning he smiled at you “Hey y/n”

“Uh…listen I wanted to ask you something, a favor kind of. But you can say no” you said, gaining his attention.

Turning fully towards you he squinted “Okay, what is it?”

“Uh, I have a school reunion coming up in a few days and I kind of wanted a date to come with me to pretend to be my boyfriend…. Derek was gonna go but he has a meeting in D.C.”

“Oh, Um, I guess I could go” he said

“Really?! Oh wait, I forgot to mention…it’s kind of in England…” you trailed off “Probably should have mentioned that first”

“You went to high school in England?”

“Yeah, well they don’t really have high school, it’s just called secondary school, but it’s basically the same thing”

He just nodded his head “Okay”

“Okay? No questions? No ifs, and’s, or buts? Not even wandering why I need a fake boyfriend?”

“No, I get it, to show people your happier than they thought you would be. It’s pretty common actually. Besides,, I’ve never been to one, a high school reunion, I never went to mine so it would be cool to see one, even if it’s in England”

You stared at him, in mild surprise “Great, um so I’ll call the travel agency and have Derek’s ticket changed to your name and I’ll bring it to you tomorrow!” You said excited at you ran back to your office.

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The plane ride was decent enough, long but fine. After arriving in your hotel, that you made sure was double beds, you and Reid immediately went to bed, it was a long flight and you two were to tired to go exploring. But the next morning was nice, you and Reid managed to go have breakfast, and you showed Reid some of your old favorite places to hang out. That evening was the reunion and you were definitely nervous.

“You okay?” Reid asked as you nervously checked over your outfit again 

“Huh? Oh fine, I just…I didn’t get along with a lot of people at my school, they thought I was too smart for my own good and they were always convinced I would never become as successful as I hoped”

‘But you did right?” he asked approaching you “You’re one of the U.S’s top linguistics experts and you work with the FBI as a profiler, I would say that’s pretty successful” he said encouragingly.

You smiled at him “Me too”

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anonymous asked:

how did you get so good at character & story analysis? like you only started homestuck near the end, and in that short time you've developed a deeper understanding of the characters and themes than people who have been involved for years (i.e. me, a dumbass who only figures this shit out after people like you talk insightfully about it).

I honestly & truly believe that I benefited TREMENDOUSLY from starting near the end, actually. When you start at the end of Homestuck, you get to read the entire thing at once, the way you would experience most types of heavy narrative focused media. You get the whole story in one (months long in my case but at least continuous) bite. 

When you are following any media update by update – this goes for like, everything, comics, TV, etc – you tend to be more easily distracted and misled by both intentional and unintentional red herrings. Like, so many Big Historical Homestuck Fandom Arguments were ROOTED in tons of significance being attributed to things that, on a fresh archival read, were completely inconsequential. When a 10 page update ends on a cliffhanger and you don’t get another update for a week, that’s a week that the entire fandom has to tear itself apart over every tiny little detail in those ten pages, because that’s all they had. And they did. 

And some of those little details mattered, of course, but MOST of them didn’t. It’s that old adage about “can’t see the forest but for the trees.” When you’re following something bite by bite, the bite in front of you is the Most Important Bite, repeated for every new update, forever, and it completely skews your reading and perception of something because it’s so much harder to plug This Piece into the bigger picture. You don’t really care about the bigger picture, because the whole story is years or months or whatever away from being done, you in fact don’t know if it will ever even truly finish, and what matters is what you have in the moment. 

More importantly this leads to just like. Rampant fanon. Just rampant, rampant fanon stuff completely based off hyperfocusing on individual updates and taking every little thing from them and going hog wild. In the spaces between updates, the fandom gives the canon a new layer of meaning. The fandom fills gaps with its own interpretation of what’s going on without the benefit of knowing what’s next. The fandom decides what it WANTS to come next and huge swathes of dedicated, passionate people are either disappointed horribly when they’re wrong or vindicated when they’re right or somewhere in between. 

So you get like… I guess the biggest example of this is the Retcon. 

I have never met an archival reader, someone who did not start homestuck until the ending or just before the final updates, who hates the Retcon. I have met some who will talk about what it could have done better, and the ways in which the device succeeded or failed, and some with mixed opinion, but I have never ever met an archival reader that HATES the Retcon with the passion that so many of those people who read update by update do. 

I know people who I otherwise respect and regard highly who like, for example, can’t get into Davekat as a pairing because it’s representative of the Retcon to them and it ruins it completely because they cannot connect to it or see it as “real.” 

Because a week between updates is one thing, but eight months? an entire year? That was a LOT of time for people to get attached to things the way they were in those pre-pause updates. That was a LOT of time for people to pore over every piece of canon that came before those pauses over and over and over and over and decide what they wanted and become SO attached to the characters and story and plotlines how they were. 

My wife tells me stories about how everyone did a “homestuck ending bingo” right after the update that kicked off the long pause before Game Over. Everyone was so excited to see what would happen next, how the characters they loved so much would overcome this insane trial, how it could possibly continue, how the plotlines would resolve. 

And instead, everyone died. John came in and fixed it all by branching them to another reality, where suddenly, these things that people had spent a literal year investing in so utterly were just… gone. Erased. In some cases almost literally never mentioned again. They never got to see the resolutions they wanted and they felt it was unfair and they were duped and etc etc etc the backlash against the retcon is something every homestuck fan is familiar with. 

But to circle back to my original point – Archival readers just absolutely do not GET that. The version of Dave and Karkat and Terezi and Rose and Kanaya and Jade and John and EVERYONE that existed right up until Game Over were characters hurtling to an obvious Bad End, and the way it went down, archival readers have an easier time processing and understanding and accepting, because we didn’t have the time to get attached to point-in-time versions of things. 

My wife tells me stories of the days when Kare//zi and Joh//nKat were heavily shipped and it’s surreal to me, because from MY perspective, those were blips on a radar. Kare//zi was so early in Karkat and Terezi’s story that to me it was just like, oh, interesting, a failed relationship that informs things about both their characters that they moved on from naturally into other things. (I don’t mean to pick on that ship, btw, it’s just a good example of something that was EMBLEMATIC from a point-in-time perspective that an archival reader would never really hang so much weight on, because it’s there and then it’s gone and we didn’t have weeks and years of space between updates to ruminate on them as a couple or assume that the relationship would continue to be a flagship and how it would evolve in that role.) There are so many more examples. 

I find this with the Alphas, too – Archival readers overall seem to genuinely love the alphas more, on the whole, than people who read episodically (who tend to favor the betas, or the Act 5 trolls.) Archival readers tend to leave the experience MOST attached to characters and relationships that survived to the end, because when you read it as a full narrative beginning to end, that’s just kind of a natural thing that happens.

Anyway this post is already way too long, but my point is basically, the experience of reading homestuck from beginning to end all at once with very little knowledge of it going in is COMPLETELY different from the experience of reading it episodically. The emotions you have and the things you care about and just the FEEL of your entire experience is so different. 

And yes, I think the archival experience is “better,” when it comes to like, an understanding of the work as a whole? I don’t think this just with Homestuck, btw. I feel this way about, for instance, episodic television shows that tell ongoing continuous stories too. I much prefer to binge watch an entire series on netflix in a week than to watch every friday because I just GET things better. I feel I come away with a more complete experience. 

It’s a trade off, obviously. Reading episodically is better for like, having the FULL homestuck as an explosively popular fandom experience. Us archival people will never know what it’s like to have been around in the full swing of Homestuck’s popularity, never be able to roll around in the absolute GLUT of content that was out there, never be able to engage with SO MANY diverse voices and opinions, never be able to ride the high that comes with caring a lot about one of the most popular fandoms around. We’ll never have memories of this update or that update or what arguments and discourse and fanwork and other stuff spawned from this or that, we missed a lot of cool stuff I’m sad to have missed, and a lot of terrible stuff I’m glad to have missed, but yeah. 

But an episodic reader will never get to be able to read Homestuck from beginning to end with no preconceptions or biases formed from their earlier experience or the hopes and wants and theories they had the first time around, update to update. They’ll never get as clear a picture of the Whole Story. 

It’s a tradeoff. Idk. I’m glad I came in when I did, overall, but I think that most people feel that way about their own experience with it. 

All this to say, I think that the things I and other archival readers are able to connect over the course of the long narrative are less because of any outstanding individual ability in analysis (although I mean, obviously there is some of that or we wouldn’t be meta blogging in the first place) but rather just a simple raw advantage of extra clarity because of our late arrival.

anonymous asked:

So I saw a video about a baby boy can't stop crying when daddy is kissing mommy because he gets jealous. That baby boy even steals kisses from mommy. This is so cute. If this happened to jungkook and taehyung, what would be their reaction? (sorry for my bad English😅) ☆Taurus anon☆

Hello, thanks for requesting! And your English is completely fine! And that is so cute!!!

Jungkook would find this so amusing and would probably do it to tease his son a lot. Imagine in the morning when he comes down to the kitchen and sees you (his wife) by the counter fixing up lunches… He’d just sneak his arm around your waist and pull you in for a quick peck then look over at the table where he knows (he sure as hell knows) his son is watching. 

Little Kookie pouts and Jungkook gives him an air kiss before giving your cheek another peck. His son’s eyes start to water.

Aish Jungkook, seriously. Don’t make <son’s name> cry again.” You said as you pull away from him.

“So I can’t kiss my own wife in my own house now?” He asks teasingly as you hand him his cup of coffee.

You roll your eyes and pat his cheek before moving towards your son and kissing the crown of his head tenderly. Little kookie looks up at his father then and Jungkook’s eyes widens over the rim of his mug. Simply because that look was way too familiar…

No doubt he got that from me, Jungkook thinks amusedly and he winks at his son who returns it by giving his mommy a kiss on the cheek.

Jungkook:

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Taehyung loves kisses, whether directed at his wife or son it doesn’t matter. There’s simply so many kisses to go around with this guy. 

The first time he made your son cry due to said kisses, he’d be so confused until you went and explained to him that your son was probably jealous.

“Jealous? I give him kisses all the time!” He exclaims and you chuckle before giving his cheek a peck.

“No honey, he’s jealous of you kissing me.”

“But you’re mine.” Taehyung says a matter of fact and that mere statement makes you blush despite the many years of being together.

“Well…he’s just being cute like that.” You shrug just as you hear your son’s calls from the living room.

Taehyung would find it amusing after that and would tease your son with it by giving you lots of surprise kisses. There would be times when he’d be a little annoyed cause he just wants to give you a long sweet kiss after coming home from a long day but he wouldn’t want your son to start crying either and so he waits for night time when  little Taehyung would be fast asleep and the two of you would be alone.

He kisses you tenderly then, the type that makes your heart flutter and toes curl.

“What was that for, honey?” You whisper as the two of you snuggle against each other on the bed.

“Nothing. I just love you.”

You smile up at him and kiss his jaw. “Jealous of <your son’s name>?”

Taehyung snorts and pulls you closer. “Can’t wait till he gets older.”

“Why?”

“Because that way, he’d be too grossed out to see us kissing and leave us alone.”

You laugh at his answer and Taehyung laughs along with you. It was always like this in your household: it always started and ended with smiles on your faces.


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I just want a family with BTS lol Hope you guys enjoyed that!

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Requested by thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch:  Sherlock x reader. Jim kipnaps Sherlocks wife. He finds you weeks later. Weak from lack of food and water. Once at the hospital the doctor finds ‘Did You Miss Me?’ Cut into her back

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Where is she?

“Where is she?” Sherlock shouts as he worryingly paces around 221B Baker Street. John stood nervously watching. On the table Sherlock’s laptop was open. He was currently having a group video chat with his brother Mycroft Holmes who works in the British government and Greg Lestrade, inspector at Scotland Yard.

“Where is (Y/N)?” Sherlock yells whilst picking up a book and throwing it across the room. The book had knocked some items off of the mantelpiece. Sherlock walked over to them and picks up a shiny rectangle. It was a photograph of Sherlock in a black suit hugging you in your white wedding dress. The happiest day in both of your lives. Gazing at it lovingly, Sherlock gently strokes the frame before putting it back ontop of the mantlepiece.

“We have our best people on it.” said Greg.
“The case is our top priority.” added Mycroft. Angrily Sherlock slams down his laptop lid, ending the chat. “Idiots” he mumbled as he walked back over to the photograph.
“They’re trying their best.” John says, trying to reassure him.
“I need her John… I. Need. Her.” Sherlock pleas as he starts to stroke your face in the picture.

You had been missing for a week now. It was so simple, you went to the shop but never returned home. There were no leads, your mobile was uncontactable, you had completely vanished. No contact from you or your captor. Sherlock had no idea who had abducted you and it was tearing him apart. You were his other half, a half that he didnt knew he needed before. He often described you as more powerful than any drug and more interesting than any case.
Permanently glued to his chair, he barely ate or slept. Only having the minimum amount, so he was always ready if he heard any news. John and Mrs Hudson took it in turns to watch over him.

John had walked into the room after making some toast. Sherlock was still in his chair, one of your dressing gowns draped over him. Placing a slice of toast next to Sherlock, John sat in his chair. Sherlock nuzzled the dressing gown whilst he was twisting his wedding ring around his finger. From what John could tell, Sherlock was in his mind palace.
Suddenly Sherlock’s mobile phone vibrated on the table, making him jump. The screen illuminated with the words ‘1 new message from unknown number’. “Finally” Sherlock mumbled as he grabbed the phone. He hesitated before opening the message, mentally preparing himself for what it might be.

Sherlock’s eyes widened in shock. It was a photograph showing your face and neck. Tears streaming down your face. Your watery eyes were framed by black rings of fatigue under them. You were clearly in distress. Bruises made from fingertips were on your neck, suggesting that a restraining hand had previously been there. A man’s lips were kissing your neck. Unfortunately the photograph only showed the very edge of them, making their owner difficult to discover. Under the photograph was a caption which read 'Thank you for the gift Sherlock. She is too delicious to resist!’

Tears filled Sherlock’s eyes as he stared at the image. “She looks different.” he whispered. John walked over to look at the message. Placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder he said “It could just be the camera angle.”
Sherlock’s eyes interrogated the photograph. “No, that’s not it. Something is wrong with her face. It’s… It’s thinner.” he said trying to keep his voice steady and attempting to suppress his quickly growing anger.

For the next week Sherlock frantically ran around London, trying to figure out your location. He took his mobile to Lestrade in an attempt to track the number that sent the message. Sherlock knew that it would not work but he had to try anyway. Using the photograph he analysed the background but there was too little information to go on. He was running around in circles and he knew it. Despite his desperate efforts, you were unobtainable. Slowly, it was breaking him.

Sherlock laid on the sofa in 221B. John had tried his best to keep him positive but it had been weeks now. All Sherlock would say is “How can I be a consulting detective if I can’t even find my wife… I miss her so much.”
Sherlock’s mobile buzzed with another new message from an unknown number. He turned around and sat up on the sofa. His eyes filled with tears, he had been silently crying again.

The message was another photograph. It was of your hand being held by a man’s hand. He could spot your hand instantly especially because of your engagement and wedding rings. The man’s hand looked strangely familiar but Sherlock could not think of whose it was at that moment. A caption read 'I think we have really bonded’ this was then followed by a list of numbers.

John sat next to him on the sofa, looking over his shoulder at the message. Mrs Hudson also stared in from the kitchen as she made cups of tea for the three of them. “Coordinates” Sherlock said whilst looking at the numbers. Suddenly something happened that Sherlock did not expect. His phone rang. His mobile illuminated with 'unknown number calling’
With a trembling hand he answered it and put it on speaker phone. His eyes widened as he heard the sound of your voice.

“Hello my love. He knows that you have figured out the numbers.” your voice was shakey and weak. “Sherlock, he says that he is going to leave you a message… What is that? Why do you have that? No please, no!” you let out a blood curdiling scream. John could see Sherlock’s heart breaking. He was in agony.

Almost instantly Sherlock stood up. “We. Go. Now!” Sherlock growled as he put on his coat and taking a bag from the side. John hurriedly did the same as they both ran out the door and hailed a cab.

Following the coordinates, the taxi pulled up outside an abandoned office building. As they stepped in they could see long corridors filled with offices, all of them looking identical. John had the bag on his back and a gun in his hand. “Look at the walls. I should have known it would have been here.” Sherlock said.
“We couldn’t have gotten here any sooner.” John reassuringly replied.
In one of the offices at the other side of the corridor. Sherlock could see a figure slumped on the floor.

“Sher…lock” you said though your voice was no louder that a whisper. Slowly lifting your head, a smile spread across your face as you saw your husband. You would be crying with joy if you weren’t so dehydrated. Sherlock ran towards you and knelt down besides you. He gently hugged you and planted kisses all over your face before tenderly kissing your lips. It was as if you both couldn’t quite believe that you were finally reunited. Both of you were completely overwhelmed.
Looking at your dramatically thinner body, John rang for an ambulance.

Reaching into the bag and pulling out a bottle, Sherlock pours some water into your mouth. It was what you had been craving for weeks. You welcomed the feeling as a drop slipped out of your mouth, washing over your dry lips. John kept guard in case your captor was still around as Sherlock placed a cube of chocolate on your tongue. “I’ve missed you so much.” you whispered as Sherlock stroked your cheek.
“Are you talking about me or the chocolate?” Sherlock said which made you giggle. He savoured the sound of you laughter as a happy tear ran down his cheek.

Holding your hands he helped you as you shakily stood up. Your black form hugging dress now looked baggy as it hung off of your body. You started to walk but your legs buckled. You would have fallen on to the floor but Sherlock had caught you by placing a supportive hand on your back. This made you whimper in pain.
You shook your head. You felt like you didn’t want to be touched, especially there. Thoughts of you captor filled your mind and you shuddered in fear.

Without warning Sherlock scoops you up and starts to carry you. He was slightly alarmed by how much lighter you felt in his arms. You could start to hear sirens in the distance. Laying your head against Sherlock’s chest, you closed your eyes as you listened to the relaxing sound of his steady heartbeat.

You woke up in a white hospital bed. Sherlock was sat on a chair next to you holding your hand. His eyes staring at you. A smile crept onto his face as he watched your eyes open. He stood up and leaned over you, gently placing a kiss in your forehead before sitting back down again. You mouthed the words 'I love you’ which made his smile bigger.

You looked around the room. “John’s working on a few of the leads I have. Your captor seemed familiar but I just can’t quite put my finger on who it is yet.” Sherlock said with disappointment in his eyes.

“I see that I have come in at the right time.” said a doctor as he walked into the room. “(Y/N) as you know you are severely dehydrated and malnourished. I have given you some quick working syrups to help build your strength up. As long as you rest for the next few weeks, you will feel better in no time. You have also lost a lot of blood. I found something very strange when I examined you - ”
You cut him off as Sherlock looked at you with a confused expression.
“Please can I tell him… In private?” you ask with a look of shame on your face. The doctor nodded as he left the room.

“Sherlock…” your words trailed off as tears filled your eyes.
“What is it?” Sherlock asked lovingly as his hands cupped your face.
“You know how you said that my captor seemed familiar to you. Firstly, you know him. Sherlock it’s difficult. I hate him, you hate him. I can’t even say his name. The message he said that he was going to leave you… Well…” you say shakily.

Getting up and out of the bed, you stood in front of Sherlock. Turning around so you now faced the wall, you pulled your hospital gown up. Sherlock’s heart sank as his fists clenched in anger.

Carved deeply into your back were the words 'Did You Miss Me?’

“Moriarty” Sherlock growled through gritted teeth.

Boss!Harry AU - Part 1

So here’s part one of the Boss!Harry thing I’ve been working on recently. I’ve got more parts written for this that I’m working on and I think it’s a pretty great story that I’ve got planned. I hope you like it as much as I’ve liked working on it! Enjoy x

The storm is in full force outside with the rain hammering down against the windows of the loft space you had found weeks ago for the party. It was one of the first assignments Harry had given you, inviting you in to his office on your very first day and telling you that you were going to organise the biggest party the company had ever thrown…or at least this century. After the initial fear and the realisation that nobody was going to help you, you’d gone out of your way to find this place to prove yourself to him; the ceilings are high and the open upstairs looks over the main floor below, with two bars at either end of the room, and plush sofas and cushions around the outside.

The weather man had told you all for days ahead that the storm was coming and your boss had unexpectedly insisted that you brought your clothes in to work today so you could jump in to his car instead of going home beforehand. He was unusually nice to you, in comparison to everybody else, but you put it down to being new, and that maybe after a few months he’d start to treat you with same contempt he does others.

He’s so judgemental and moody all the time at work. Any attempt at a joke from the office gets a sarcastic laugh followed by silence and he never notices when anybody does anything right for him. If they do something wrong, however, they’d be lucky to make it to the end of the week without having one of their big projects taken away and be given to somebody else as punishment for being unable to complete something as simple as a brief for a meeting.

You clean up your face in the bathroom mirrors where your eye make has smudged a little from the downpour between leaving the car and entering the building. He was still a little rude by taking the umbrella for himself but the lift was a shock all on its own; any more and you’d have been asking too much of the world. The bathroom is cold without as many people’s body heat radiating like it is in the main room and you make the trip quick so as to avoid freezing to death, making your way back in to the party, mingling with the other guests.

“Drink?” A smiley Harry hands you an empty glass as he catches up with you heading towards the bar. He’s got an open bottle of champagne in his hand and a ‘you know you want one’ look on his face. You give him a small thanks as he fills the glass before you’ve even say yes, sliding a hand down to the small of your back afterwards, and gently escorting your to the bar. With his fingers lingering on your bare skin, you silently congratulate yourself at wearing the backless number that had been hanging on your bedroom door for a while, unworn until now.

It isn’t a crush - not really. There’s just something about him which makes you long for his attention and want to impress him all the time. Remembering his favourite coffee from the artisan coffee shop next door to the office earns you a smile each morning, making sure you arrange for all his meetings to finish by six each night seems to help in making him less grumpy with you than he is with everyone else, and staying late to help him out when he has too much work on his desk…well, that’s more for your enjoyment than his.

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Positive LGBTQ+ Experience

I got married in April to the love of my life! I am a cis lesbian and my wife is a trans lesbian. We have had so many positive experiences I felt like it was important to let everyone know. We got married in Iowa even though we live in Illinois. We originally were going to just get the marriage license in Illinois and then pay for everything to change her first and middle name. 

At the marriage license office we mentioned we wanted to change her first and middle name as well. We explained that she was trans and they didn’t even bat an eye. She just let us know that in Iowa you could get married and have the entire name changed. We rushed off to Iowa so we could get the marriage license there. This would save us thousands! In Illinois to change your name you need to put a notice in a newspaper for a few weeks. You also needed a statement from 2 people you know. Then you also need to go in front of a judge and explain why you want your name changed. At this point they still can deny it. This is a long process. 

In Iowa when we got to the office we explained the situation to them. They were very accommodating and friendly. They explained the procedure of the name change and let us know exactly how to have the marriage license filled out so it would not be denied. Since we were just filing for marriage we paid the $35 fee. 

April came and we had a small group of friends, my mom and her aunt there to help us celebrate our wedding. One of our friends got ordained so she could marry us. It was one of the best days of my life. Once married then comes a ton of work. 

My wife changed her first, middle and last name. I made no changes to my name. We waited impatiently for the official copy to come in worried it might not be done right and it would be denied. Finally it came in and it was perfect! 

The first place my wife went was the DMV while the clerks were confused by the process (I’m assuming they either didn’t have a lot of trans people or none that have gone in and were not familiar with Iowa marriage licenses) she spoke with multiple people because she also had the paperwork needed to change her gender as well. So they had to change the name, gender, address and get her renewal. Once at the counter to pay the clerk realized the paperwork was done incorrectly but was able to get it all worked out. Everyone that she had to speak with was nice to her. The only negative reaction she got was the first clerk being annoyed at having to do all that work. (I’ve worked retail and things I get it) 

The next location she had to go to was the bank. At the bank she had no problems and they were nice to her there as well. The only problem there was that they were not sure how to deal with an Iowa marriage license. At another date with the bank we went in and let them know we were married and needed to add me to the bank account. They were very nice to us and I never felt like they were judging us for being lesbians. 

The last place was at the rental office of our apartment complex. I went with her to this since I was the primary name on the lease. We gave them our marriage license and at first they thought just the last name needed changed. Once we explained we needed her full name changed they apologized for the confusion since they didn’t know how it all worked. One worker came out and wanted to know why my wife chose her name. My wife didn’t really have an answer just that she liked it. The clerk said that was the best reason. 

I’ve had to deal with many doctors for my chronic conditions and I don’t hide that I’m married or a lesbian. They ask when I got married and they congratulate me and we continue with our business. This is the same when I’ve had to go to the hospital. I say that’s my wife and they just let her come back and are always very nice to us. 

So this is a long story but I just wanted to show that even though there are so many things in the media and internet showing bad things happening there are normal everyday things too. Through everything we never felt that we were being judged for being lesbians. Everyone was very nice and congratulated us on our marriage. They never judged my wife for being trans and were respectful and polite the whole time. 

It’s important to show that people are more accepting than they were in the past. Maybe it’s just the part of Illinois that we live in that is so accepting but I’d like to think there are other great stories like this out there! I’d like to flood the internet with positive stories about LGBTQ+ If you want it would be really nice if you add your own positive story and keep this positivity going.  

baby, you’re so cruel (but I’m bound to you) you

SOOOO this has been a long time coming, and its been sitting on my desktop for a while and so I decided to post it. (sorry if there are weird grammar or vocabularies used in this story, english is not my 1st language :))

So this fic is based on this prompt by @beyondmythought-s : Sansa just wants to make her arranged marriage the love match her parents had, but her husband seems to prefer swordplay and ale with knights than spending time with her. Jon never expected a wife nevertheless a wife as beautiful as Sansa. He figures she never wished to be saddled with a bastard prince and does his best to avoid her. Uprisings nearby and threats to Sansa’s safety change their dynamic and they realize they want very similar things

Thanks for giving me this prompt, and sorry if it’s not up to your expectations (I’m totes an amateur so i can’t write even a grain of smut :’)) I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :D

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Sansa loves stories and songs, especially the romantic ones. She used to beg her mother or her Septa to read at least one story everyday. Her greatest goal was to live a life like one of them. Or at least share the same love between her and her husband like what her Father and Mother had.

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Bad Feeling - Benedict x reader

A/N: Err… Well, I’m still alive! It’s been a while, but I’m finally free from any responsibilities for now, so here’s this night’s first request! I’ll be posting lots of stuff tonight, so for my fellow night owls out there; enjoy the ride ;D
Also, sorry for the shitty name, i have no imagination whatsoever

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch​: Benedict x reader. Benedict comes home early from filming. To surprise his girlfriend. Only to find police and the press outside their home because they were broken into while his girlfriend and their new puppy were inside when it happened

Word count: 1774
Warnings: none

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I finally got around to watching this video, and now I can’t stop crying. 

The gist of the story is one we’re pretty familiar with…the elderly woman can’t say goodbye to her partner because legally they are not “family,” and she’s afraid to say their relationship with each other so she says they’re friends who’ve lived together for decades but the hospital says it has rules…eventually she finds her partner’s nephew to sign the waiver form so the hospital lets her say her final goodbye…and then in her dreams she has the wedding they never got. At the very end the nurse asks again, and she proudly says, “she is my wife.”

This is one of Taiwan’s biggest pop stars with one of Taiwan’s biggest actresses, and the majority of it is played by a very famous, well-respected actress that I grew up watching…so needless to say this is super duper powerful and extremely moving to me. Thank you Taiwan…you give me hope. Thank you Jolin.

Ok back to crying…

ode to the childhood you deserved

Because @hemnalini said, “rani, love, i’m being real greedy but could you please write something with fitz telling his mum in the near future that jemma’s preggers and he’s afraid about being a dad? i’ll love you forever.” Got kinda ~intense~, I hope this is okay! (tw: abuse mentions)

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When Jemma tells Fitz she’s pregnant, waving the test in front of him as if she can’t believe it herself and needs him to confirm it for her, Fitz can’t even parse out his own emotions. Shock, for one, because after nearly a year of trying he’d attempted as best he could not to get his hopes up. The letdown, arriving at precisely the correct day each month, sure as clockwork, was devastating enough for Jemma; he’d started to feel he didn’t have the right to any additional grief of his own.

Happiness, for another. Elation, even. Is there a better word for it? He doesn’t know, can’t process synonyms at the moment because Jemma has buried herself in his arms and for once her shuddering tears don’t require any comfort from him.

But it’s something darker too. With the tiny plus sign, it’s real to him in a way it had never been before. Not when they’d discussed it abstractly, not when years later they decided a baby was something they actually wanted for their lives. Not when he’d seen the way Jemma wistfully glanced at other couples with children. Then, it had still been conceptual, a theorem studied in textbooks.

Now, it’s doctor appointments and choosing colors for a nursery and arguing over names and trying to feel any sign of movement, hands pressed down so carefully on Jemma’s still-flat belly.

Now, it’s a fear he’d never realized he possessed, coiled tight in his stomach.

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Jemma insists they wait until the first trimester is over before telling anyone. She comes armed with statistics, as if he would argue, and he understands her need for control over this. He is a little surprised that she won’t even tell Daisy or her own parents, but he understands. He’s the one who held her every month as she mourned a lost possibility, after all.

It’s such a strange secret to keep. He goes into work and makes small talk. He eats dinner at nice restaurants with Jemma and their friends. He visits his mother every week. And all the time he thinks, Can’t you see it? Isn’t it obvious? How is my entire life changing and no one knows?

“Have you told your mum yet?” Jemma asks one night, when he’s hung up with his mother and crawled into bed.

Fitz frowns at her, unsure if she’s serious or not. “Of course not. We agreed to wait. I wouldn’t break your trust.”

Jemma smiles while rolling her eyes. “I know, I just…I would understand. If you did.” She looks down at her hands which are fidgeting with some threads on their comforter.

“Uh…is something wrong?” Fitz asks. Normally she’d be making him recount his entire conversation or spinning out ideas for the next day at work. Instead she seems oddly subdued.

“No,” she rushes to reassure him, “not really. I just realized…you know, I have my reasons for wanting to keep this a secret for now, but this is our child and sometimes I think…” She pauses, rubbing at her eyes in clear frustration. “I feel like there are things you’re not telling me.”

“What?” Fitz is scrambling to follow this conversation and suddenly horrified that he’s done anything to make Jemma think he’s not entirely supportive. “What am I not telling you? Jemma, I agreed to all of this. I wanted all of this—” he throws his hand out, his gesture encompassing everything: their marriage, their child, the life they’ve built together.

“Something’s bothering you,” she cuts him off, twisting so that she meets his eyes fully for the first time. “And I think I have an idea, and I think you want to talk to your mum about it, and I don’t want you to keep waiting for my sake. I trust your mum not to tell anyone else, so you…you can tell her. If you want.”

“Nothing’s bothering me,” he protests, but even as he says it, that familiar tight feeling squeezes against his lungs and he swallows the rest of his words back down. He feels devastated because he had one job in all of this, and he’s letting his wife down spectacularly.

“I’m sorry, Jemma,” he says, resting his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, Fitz,” she sighs, reaching down and twining his fingers with her own. “There’s nothing to apologize for. This is a big change for both of us.” She places a kiss against his hairline, so gentle his heart breaks. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you, and I trust you more than I trust myself. But I think…you know, if you need to talk to your mum, or…”

She trails off with a small shrug and he sighs, sweeping a hand along her side, her ribcage, until it rests against her stomach. Sometimes he’s afraid he’s imagining all of it.

“Yeah,” he finally responds. “Yeah, okay.”

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Literally all I need from this Sunday’s episode for this show to renew its complete ownership of My Ass™:
  • Killian: *is sleeping next to a blissfully happy (and sexually satisfied) Emma at the end of the episode*
  • Flash of bright light: *occurs*
  • Small little girl: *tugging on Killian's arm*
  • Killian: *wakes up groggy, but his blood runs cold because he sees something distinctly familiar in this little girl's face immediately*
  • Small little girl, in a whisper: "Sorry to wake you up, but we don't have much time. I know it sounds crazy, but...you're my dad. You're my dad, and you have to come with me, because in the time that I'm from...my Mom's in danger."
  • Killian: *turns from the girl to gaze one last time at his Emma, at his true love, at his wife, at apparently the mother of his daughter, before turning back to the small girl that happens to have his eyes*
  • Camera: *focuses deadass on Killian Jones' perfect, determined face*
  • Killian: "Aye, little love. You need only lead the way."

Event: Romance Trope Drabble

Trope: Amnesia

Character: Denny Duquette


TV: Grey’s Anatomy

Warnings: None!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner


“So what you’re telling me is that Denny doesn’t remember who I am?” I asked, Dr. Burke.

I sat on the couch of Dr. Burke’s office as he explained that Denny had suffered a stroke. He just had been given a new heart a mere few weeks ago.

Before Dr. Burke could respond, I spat out another question as the panic set in, “Is it amnesia? Will he ever remember me?”

“Mrs. Duquette, Mrs. Duquette, calm down, please,” he asked, raising his hands up and down slowly.

“It’s called vascular dementia. Sometimes it is short term, sometimes it’s permanent,”

I bounced my leg up and down, my knuckle resting on my lips as I tried to control my emotions.

“Can I see him?”

Dr. Burke smiled, “Of course. Hopefully carrying on a conversation with him may help jolt his memory,”
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Entering the room, I could see Denny covered in blankets with nose piece in for breathing.

He smiled, but it was one that he gave me when we had first met.

“Y/N, this is-” Dr. Burke started.

Denny interrupted him, “Denny, Capricorn, thirty eight and currently looking at the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever set eyes on,”

Tears blurred my vision. That was the same exact thing he had said to me five years ago… well, except for his age of course.

“Denny, this is your wife,” Dr. Burke said.

Denny’s smile slowly faded when he saw the tears roll down my cheeks.

“Hey, Darlin’, don’t cry,” he said, soothingly.

A small whimper left me when I turned my head.

“Doc, can we have a minute?” I heard Denny ask.

Quietly, Dr. Burke left.

“Y/N, right?” Denny asked.

My head was still turned as I nodded.

“Come here, please?”

Slowly I went to Denny’s bedside. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to sit next to him, mindful of the wires.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, Sweetheart,”

I sniffled, looking up at him and shrugged, “Not your fault,”

He cupped my cheek, wiping away the trail of tears, “So we’re married, huh?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Hot damn, I have good taste,”

I laughed.

His wide grin faded into a soft smile. Holding my hands with his thumbs moving over the top, he dipped his head and gave me his boyish charm,

“Mind laying here with me and telling me about us?”

I gave a watery laugh and squeezed his hands, “Sure Denny,”

Toeing off my shoes and taking off my jacket, I laid next to him, cuddling up to his warm body.

As he wrapped his arm around me and kissed my head, he slightly grunted, “Hmm… this seems familiar,”

“Hopefully it won’t take as long for your memories to return,” I said, quietly.

“Hopefully,” he sighed, “because I have a smoking hot wife and I want to remember all the good times.”

We had a long road ahead of us, but there was no obstacle that could tear us apart.

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Lost - Finn Bálor One Shot/Imagine

Thanks for the request @dakotadevitt sorry it’s taken so long for it to get posted!

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

As Finn walked around the crowded mall with his son’s hand in his he looked down at the four year old, Oliver was the spitting image of his father, his dark hair and bright blue eyes always seemed to mesmerize everybody he came in contact with, it caused a lot of people to stop and stare at the little boy which more often then not stopped Finn from going out in public with his son in fear of somebody taking him.. he was a cute kid and people love cute kids

As he stood in the weight lifting section of the sports store, Finn turned around to see his son was currently playing on the workout equipment before turning back to the weights, he was in the process of turning the den downstairs in his home into a gym, a few moments later he turned around and little Oliver wasn’t there anymore and his heart stopped, he began looking around and calling out for the little boy
“Oliver..” Finn said walking around the store, he walked up to a few employees asking if they had seen the little boy and every one he asked said they saw him walking out of the store but that’s all they knew as Finn exited the store he began to panic even more, it was a big mall he was a small child, he didn’t even want to think about what could happen to his little boy

He pulled out his phone, debating on if he should call the police or his wife first, if he called his wife first he wouldn’t be able to call the police because she would kill him before he got the chance but if he called the police first she wouldn’t be happy about that either, He dialed the familiar number and braced himself for the worst reaction possible
“Hey..” he said as his wife answered “Um… so..” he stuttered into the phone and she immediately knew something was wrong
“What’s wrong?” she asked
“I may have misplaced our kid..” he said
“FERGAL DEVITT!” she screamed and he held the phone away from his ear “YOU BETTER FIND MY SON BEFORE I GET TO THAT MALL OR I SWEAR TO GOD!” she screamed
“He was right next to me, I turned around for 5 seconds and he was gone when I turned back and I don’t know where to look and I’m freaking out!” he rambled
“Calm down..” she said and he took a deep breath “Go look in the lego store” she said and he turned left and headed towards the store
“What if something happened? what if somebody got him” he said
“Relax..” his wife said trying to calm her frantic husband as Finn walked into the lego store he was met by the dark haired little boy looking at the star wars lego kits
“Oh my god..” he said taking a deep breath “How’d you know he’d be here?” he asked
“He’s your son” she said “Now get home!” she said before hanging up the phone

“Oliver!” Finn said as he rushed up to him and picked him up inspecting every inch of him “You can’t walk away like that!” he said
“I was bored” Oliver said simply
“Okay then tell me that, Don’t leave without telling me ever again do you understand? It’s dangerous” Finn scolded and the little boy nodded as his father put him back down on the floor and he picked up a star wars kit holding it up at him and looking up at his father with his matching bright blue eyes
“Can we get this one?” he asked and Finn smiled and grabbed his son’s hand in his
“Yeah..” he said “Let’s get it and go home, Your mom is freaking out” Finn said

The Dinner

Previous

It was coming up on two weeks since Cameron left to report for duty. The time went by fast but that was because i kept myself busy scheduling clients back to back. Cam and i FaceTimed almost every night usually until he or i would fall asleep. Some nights we had a little fun (😉) but most nights we just stayed up talking. He was so funny and had me crackin up about stories from his day. But as much as i enjoyed our FaceTime calls, i was ready for him to come back home because i was missing our sessions more than anything. He told me he was coming back from base on Memorial day and i was lit because i knew i was getting some (much needed) dick that same night. The only plans i made for memorial day was a dinner at my parent’s house that evening with my half-brother and his family, but that night i had no other plans than to have my legs wrapped around Cam. 

Growing up as a military brat, my family always took federal holidays pertaining to the service very seriously. Memorial day was like our Pre-Fourth-of-July and normally on holidays, my brother would drop in to celebrate. Jeremy (half-brother) and I were never really close growing up though, reason being was that he was a product of my dad’s first marriage. His Ex-wife was jealous of my parent’s relationship so in spite of his happiness, she kept his son from him. When Jeremy was old enough, he started coming around on his own, learning that the lies his mother told him about his dad and “his new family” weren’t true. Since then, Jeremy always made an effort to come around at least on the holidays.

I had spent majority of the afternoon at my parent’s house helping with dinner prep and talking with my mom and Summer (Sister-in-law) and playing with Liliana (niece) while my dad and Jeremy marinated then grilled the steaks.

When the food had finished cooking, everyone gathered to make their plates and headed out to the patio to enjoy the scenery and a nice meal. I had noticed my mom making an extra plate and setting out another placement at the table but i didn’t think much of it because I had my hands full with my busy-body niece who had finally fell asleep in my arms after playing all afternoon. By the time we all sat down at the table, Dad’s guest came walking through the house. i couldn’t make out the face, but the figure looked familiar. It wasn’t until he walked through the patio doors that i realized it was Cam. 

Surprised, I almost asked “what are you doing here?” but i caught myself because i didn’t want to be obvious that Cam and i have been talking since we met. But damn, i wish he would’ve given me a heads up that he was coming.

He walked towards his seat lookin all good and flashing that sexy ass smile of his. He greeted my parents first then stuck out his hand as he introduced himself to my brother and his wife. When it came to me, he greeted me subtly, acting like he couldn’t remember my name. I went along with it though. He knew how i felt about involving my parents in my business. They always over-analyzed everything and if i would have acted like i knew Cam like i know him, they would have internalized the relationship to make it seem like it was more than what it was and i didn’t want to go through all that with them. The twenty one questions, the “what are your intentions with my daughter?” type shit. And I know they do it because they care, but i just wasn’t ready for that yet. I barely knew anything about Cameron other than the fact that he could lay pipe and i wasn’t ready for an interrogation from my mom and dad about him. 

“Cameron, Thank you for joining us! We’re delighted to have you here.” My mom said as Cam took his seat. 

“Oh no, thank you for having me Mrs. Dianne. Everything looks delicious, wow.” 

“So Cameron, how are you liking your new position as a PO?” My dad asked taking a bite.

“I like it a lot. I’m definitely a lot busier when i get to base but it helps the time go by faster. The new schedule is nice too, two weeks on, two weeks off. It’s like having a vacation every month. And having a private living quarter is nice too. No more bunking with three other guys.” he replied taking a sip of his wine.

The whole while he and my dad were talking, i couldn’t help but look at him. i tried to be modest but he was so cute the way he interacted with my family. He was fitting right in, making us laugh, talking sports with my dad and Jeremy and even offered some advice to my mom about home repairs. I couldn’t take it, he was making me wet. I wanted to jump across the table and fuck him in his seat. I already knew he had me dickmatized, but now i was starting to become attracted to his personality too. I guess all the late night calls and cupcakin was starting to take an affect on me.

I guess my staring wasn’t as discrete as i hoped it was because when i looked up, Jeremy was looking dead at me smiling.

“Y’all fuckin?” he mouthed to me across the table.

“Shut up!” i mouthed back as my eyes got big and started smiling.

I looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to me and Jeremy’s silent conversation but everyone else was swooning over Cam too. I looked back at Jeremy who was silently laughing to himself and shaking his head.

Damn. Was i being that obvious that even my older brother, who i never see, was able to tell? Shit. This is the first time that i’m seeing Cam like this. Actual boyfriend material and not just someone i’m fuckin. I was beginning to become infatuated with Cameron. And for the first time in months, I actually hadn’t thought about Stefon. 

After dinner was over Summer and I helped my mom clean up everything. I cleared the table while Summer and my mom packed up the extra food. Jeremy, Cam and my dad were inside the house still talking about sports and future football drafts. But i guess Cam somehow managed to sneak away from the conversation and make his way out to the patio where i was.

While i was outside grabbing the dirty dishes from the table, i felt a presence behind me and someone touch my arm. But i knew who it was so i didn’t have to look back. Cam hugged me tight and kissed my head.

“You look amazing.” he said still holding me tightly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” i asked

“I wanted to surprise you. Did i?”

“Ummm, definitely, but it was a nice surprise. I’m glad you came though cuz I missed you.”

“Well how about after we finish here, we go to my place and you can show me how much you missed me?”

“Sounds good.” I said laughing as he and I finished picking up the rest of the dishes.


Originally posted by idolos-frases

Im glad Kala FINALLY getting her mind right!


Also Shout out to the CC creators! thanks yall for all the new CC yall been dropping. i’m loving it! everything is poppin!! ❤️❤️❤️

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Riverdale Photo Crackcap 113

Subtitled: In Which All Bughead Wanted Was Away From All Those Stupid Fucking Dicks, But Cloos (??) Happened Instead

How’s the freeing my man’s dad coming, MOM???? Because I’m still pretty pissed off at you….and when I go away to the cabin ALONE to fuck like bunnies, I want Juggie happy and entirely focused on MEEEEEE!!! Got it?

Loneleee….I’m Mr Loneleee….neither Hackie nor Mob Wife want meeeeee….(but hey, at least I stole one of that poor’s Levis sherpa jackets before I kicked him out/he figured out I’m a jackhole, right?? Cuz poors don’t get cold, ya know….

(seems kinda familiar somehow…..)

Oh..hey dad….Hackie and Mob Wife figured out you look like Curious George, finally, then??? Just wanted to tell ya…..Jughead and Betty were planning this romantic ski weekend, but since I’m obsessed with Betty cause she loves Jug and I can’t have her, I’m gonna crash and totally cock block them. And pretend it’s for cloos…

Ahhhh….wilderness!!! Lovely….too bad I won’t really notice cause this the only time I’m comin’ up for air. I will be banging my Cooper Blossom Future Mrs. FP Jones III babe, as long as I’m still able to move this weekend…..nope, no Plaiderdale asswipes to be found….

Oh fuck me!!! WTF is SHE doing here?? Stay back, my beloved, maybe Vermin will just get bored repeating “my dad, me, drama queen, my dad, montblanc pen, glamazon”, take her camel toe, GTFOH and die in the woods!

Nope, apparently it gets worse…..now fucking Douchie’s here to make the cock blocking complete. My jacket’s extra cool in plaid, tho, right? And looks better on me than Fred…

Don’t fucking touch me, Vermin, I’ve read @ficmuse BLT fic and Long Live Rock will NOT be happening in THIS canon, I know you’re a bitch and will never accept a Starbucks from your snotty ass

Fine….Dad did tell me to “man up”, Douchie’s hunting for his horrible guieeetar, I’ll protect you both when he sings……Just stop trying to hold my hand, you annoying bitch, Long Live Rock is NOT gonna happen here….

As chairwoman upon whom THIS event was foisted, as well…I’d like to say:

  • Fuck you very much for vandalizing my locker and bullying myself and Jughead, you dickbags
  • I won’t be doing this bullshit ever again, because banging Juggie is way more fun
  • Enjoy having your ears bleed, cause Douchie’s gonna sing….

I present to you—-the unparalleled suck of Douchie Bolton…Let the Ear Bleeding commence!!

Bet on it, Bet on it…..

OMG, Mel!!! He’s gotten even worse….if he kisses half that bad, I know why Val dumped his ginger ass…..

Hey!!! That is MY Man, when I used to live in Dakota with my dad, none of you would’ve DARED…..

Whatever, Vermin….we all know he really pines for Betty and you went to a Wiccan to try and make that fanfic happen for realsies….