because how dare he

also that whole tale of aragorn and arwen thing where he saw her in the woods at twenty and fell instantly in love and it’s very beren and luthien? lies.

aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.

and everyone thought it was just the cutest thing, baby estel with his little crush on the great immortal evenstar, and everyone would tease him about it relentlessly and he would get so mad, and pout, because how dare they doubt his word.

(arwen spent a lot of time biting back smiles and nodding very seriously when aragorn brings this up with her. no, estel, I do not know why they are laughing perhaps they have remembered a particularly funny joke.)

and then aragorn grows into this gangly teen and oh my god can you imagine being a pimply greasy teenager around fucking elves it’s a wonder he has any self-image left. His voice breaks every other word and the laundresses are beginning to wonder if something is wrong with the sheets because estel keeps washing them himself and aragorn wants to die, god, arwen is never going to marry him if he stays all elbows and skinny knees and he can’t even look her in the eye anymore without blushing, eye contact is probably something to look for in a husband–

(arwen, who never had to go through puberty because elves don’t do anything so undignified, tries to comfort him by saying she likes his blemishes. aragorn gives her a look of such utter, miserable despair that she starts laughing.)

(this is a mistake. he spends the next three weeks nursing his wounded ego and refusing to see her.)

estel is twenty when he asks for her hand. he is lean, slender and fair as a new tree, and so arwen does not feel guilt in kissing his cheek and gently refusing. he is still green, he will weather greater storms than this–and he takes it as he should, clasping her hand and swearing to ever be her loyal friend.

they write to each other–when she is in lorien, when he wanders with the rangers of the north, fights alongside gondor, travels to distant lands. it is an inconstant tie–he is rarely afforded time enough to put pen to paper; she is reserved so as not to encourage what may not be. (she signs her letters always, your friend. She likes him too well to be cruel in this.)

the years pass. his weariness and strife creeps onto the page, and she sends him tokens to fend off the darkness–leaves from lothlorien, the ribbon from her hair, snippets of poems. it is not enough it is never enough I am sorry, she writes.

his reply is gentle: you are enough. do not stop writing.

(she carries that letter tucked inside her sleeve for a long while, like a talisman–though against what evil, she does not know.)

she is in the house of her grandmother when a familiar voice calls out to her: my lady luthien!

this is when arwen looks up, sees aragorn–broad of chest and rugged, still wearing his battered mail, with one hand balanced lazily on the pommel of his sword. All the trees of caras galadhon are gold but he is shadow and silver, kingliness resting lightly on his shoulders–

and arwen thinks, oh fuck

Older!Yuri Headcanons

- Yuri lets his hair grow to his waist because he looks fierce
- He’s actually into edgy fashion, and gets a few piercings which he likes to show off every way he can
- (Lilia makes him remove most of them when he competes)
- He looks fucking good in crop tops and he knows it
- He’s a secret literature nerd and Beka just loves how he falls asleep with a book in his hands and reading glasses perched on his nose
- (… And a fluffy cat in his lap, can’t forger his precious princess)
- He manages to befriend a giant of a hockey player who likes to jokingly flirt with him (and if Yuri goes with it just to see if he can make Beka jealous… well, that’s another story)
- (spoiler alert: of course he can)
- When Viktor and Yuuri finally retire they become his coaches
- And yes, Yuri’s finally grown up enough to admit that he likes them both, but he still likes to complain and rant to Beka about how disgustingly sweet they are together
- Still, when a new skater disrespects Yuuri in front of him, Yuri fucking flips because HOW DARE HE
- The poor kid never stood a chance
- Also, Yuri’s much more intimidating now than when he was 15
- Like, he’s almost as tall as Viktor and he’s got shouders to match
- (… and abs, and arms, and thighs… not that Otabek’s noticed SHUT UP)
- (he totally noticed)
- (in fact he notices everyday)
- Even before they officially get together, Yuri likes to cuddle with Otabek and has no concept of personal space when it comes to him
- He’s like an overly large kitten
- Beka adores him so freaking much and Yuri’s the only one who doesn’t notice
- (the other way around is also true and Yuri pines for him SO HARD)
- Aleksei, his hockey friend, ships them together so much
- Yuri has a love/hate relationship with makeup and mostly likes his skin makeup free, but he does indulge in eyeliner every now and then
- He likes how it makes his eyes look, especially after Mila teaches him how to achieve an amazingly subtle flick
- He only wears a full face of makeup for competitions, and even then he draws the line at lipstick
- He HATES having stuff on his lips; Viktor actually has to force him to wear lip balm
- The fancy stuff Viktor buys him is actually not so terrible, not that he’d ever admit it to his face
- He’s especially grateful when Otabek kisses him out of the blue one night at the rink
- It’s not Yuri’s first kiss but it still makes his world shatter at the edges
- Beka calls him “Yura” in a breathy voice and Yuri’s fucking gone
- Four years of sexual tension come crashing down on them, and they have trouble remembering they’re not in their apartment
- They do, in fact, share an apartment
- (Yuri was crazily happy when Otabek announced he was moving to  St. Petersburg)
- They’ve been living together for close to seven months when they finally get together
- It’s the morning after that fateful night when they realize that they’ve essentially been sharing a room for months, and Otabek’s stuff is already mostly mixed with Yuri’s
- Beka never quite stops being jealous of Aleksei
- (Actually, he does. But he loves how cute and cuddly Yuri is when he thinks he’s upset)
- Aleksei, the little shit that he is, figures this out early on and vows to never stop flirting with Yura

This is cliche and short but I actually finished it so



"I need another word for ‘cleansed’." 

"Do I look like a Thesaurus to you, Nurse?" 

"Chill, dude." 

”… Purified.“ 

Nursey looked up before he could stop himself, shock on his features for barely half a second before switching to… Pleased? Content. No, chuffed. (God, Nursey wanted to use that word in a poem one day. Chuffed.) 


Dex, however, didn’t look up. The keys on his thick black laptop clicked almost continuously, and Nursey did not debate internally on whether he was writing an essay or lines of code, because he had poetry assignments to finish for tomorrow. While not procrastinating, he shifted his mind to the whirring machine- it was really fucking old, but the thing was, Dex was the kind of person to repair his own electronics instead of upgrading them. (Like, with pliers and everything. He’s seen it happen.) The thing was in really good shape. Similar to the way that Hugh Jackman was by no means a spry twenty year old, yet looked like it would take nothing short of a battering ram to knock him over. A nice, solid, dependable- 

"What the hell are you muttering about now?” Dex muttered, the hypocrite.

“Aw, nothing.” (Hugh Jackman) “The next line.” (Hugh Jackman as a laptop)

“What’ve you got?" 

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anonymous asked:

For the idea thing: Black Siren meeting Team Legends accidentally and she has her redemption arc with team legends.

honestly what happens is sara shows up, punches oliver clean in the jaw and is like im here for my evil sister? no ifs ands or buts she’s coming with me

black siren: no i’m good… thanks
sara: 1-800-did i ask you? you’re going to learn to love again and we’re going to teach you

so basically they turn the s h a m e  c u b e into a bedroom for black siren so that she can’t use her powers and like, i’m sure at some point someone forgets to lock the door and she’s just wandering around the ship like, damn it i’m stuck in the time stream and if i don’t get out of here, they’re going to make me play jenga again

god help her she does have some fondness for sara. she might deny it until her dying breath but nobody’s killing that little brat but laurel her goddamn self

sara: aw that means you love me
black siren: nope. nope

mick and black siren get along famously. this is not good news. for anyone

honestly at some point black siren is like come on assholes, let’s be fun. let’s break some rules. stop being nerds, be cool like me. let’s rob a bank. let’s commit a murder. let’s go dance on tables and blow up cars
mick: GOD YES
ray: i just want to be liked so okay

honestly ray coming to see her sometimes and just, talking to her. no judgement, just talking. and fuck, she hates him for being so damn sweet to her with no other motives just because he is sweet, how dare he try to understand her? what an asshole

black siren: i will literally do anything just never make me play Munchkin again it’s so fucking entry level

Are you guys ready for more high school gafou au???? I am

So gaston joins ecology club just because belle’s in it and he wants to try to win her over, but jokes on him because the literal day he joins the entire club plans to go on a hiking trip where they stay in cabins and everything, but hey Gaston’s an outdoorsy type so he doesn’t mind that much

When they get to the site they’re all assigned roommates and gaston gets Theater kid!Lefou who has secretly been pining over Gaston for a reeeeally long time so Lefou is all star struck and excited and nervous at the same time.

They get into their room and there’s a pair of bunk beds. Gaston drops all his stuff and turns to Lefou, and says, “Top or bottom? I don’t mind either way.”

Lefou responds without hesitation: “bottom.”

And then Gaston starts putting his pillows in the top bunk.

Lefou says, “Oh! You meant the bunk bed! Can I have the top one, please?”

And gaston just. Short circuits. Wtf. Omg. Omg he’s gay. Omg. And you know gaston had never really thought much about anything like that but now he WAS and it’s ALL LEFOU’S FAULT. And all that time he was supposed to be spending trying to get belle’s attention now goes to trying to get Lefou’s attention because honestly how dare he come into his room all cute and funny and then goes and blatantly states his sexual preferences it honestly isn’t fair

Harry Styles - Getting Married Imagine

[The imagine where he says he loves you at your wedding is HERE.

I liked doing the reverse and I hope you like reading it! Enjoy!]

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the-lovely-bus-stop  asked:

Ok so I have to talk about this- Chu said if Mccree saw Reaper he would know it was Gabe but I have to question how. Gabe's face is hidden and his voice is so different. After pondering about it, I like to think Mccree saw Reaper's dramatic coat and for a moment he thought Reaper was Jack (because of the strike commander coat) and he says 'Jack?' And then Reaper gets pissed and starts cursing Mccree out in Spanish because how dare he mistake him for Jack and Mccree is like 'Ah, naw that's Gabe.'

I never considered this before but it made me laugh and now I love it, thank you

guardian angel // liam dunbar

Originally posted by transformationsx

request: Can I request a Liam Dunbar imagine where your his guardian angel and he falls for you? (by anon)


Liam’s eight.

He’s at the height of innocence and his days are filled with rambunctious laughter and having fun with his friends and he doesn’t have a care in the world.

It’s the 19th of June when he meets you.

His mother falls in love with you instantly and soon enough, Liam grows attached to you too.

He begins to spend more time lazing around in the sun, trying to make flower crowns and failing terribly each time, and you soon grow to love the outdoors - outside of your little front yard -  and Liam drags you along on little adventures every afternoon, exploring a little more each day.

You two become the best of friends, and life before you met each other is soon forgotten.

Liam’s thirteen.

He’s beginning to experience the confusing whirlwind of hormones and puberty and he just doesn’t know what to do.

He’s angry and exhausted and confused all the time and he’s a mess of frayed nerves and incomprehensible thoughts.

It’s during a P.E. lesson when he explodes.

A stupid boy is absolutely terrible when it comes to remotely anything physically exerting, and the basketball leaves his skinny, trembling hands and Liam is too busy watching you from across the hall and the bright orange rubber ball of fucking air slams into his nose at a surprising speed and he’s furious.

He doesn’t even know why he’s so enraged as his brain is thrown into a frenzy and his ears start ringing incessantly and all he can register is stalking over to the skinny bag of bones they called a boy and warm liquid is gushing from his nose and his fists clench and all he sees is red hot fury and then there’s a sickening crack.

Liam’s shaking and thrashing and fighting as foreign hands are pulling at his flailing limbs and then he hears your voice, soft and calming and soothing and your gentle hands find your way to his and he feels his heartbeat slowing.

You’re by his side when the doctor diagnoses him as having something called Intermittent Explosive Disorder.

It sounds disgusting and Liam doesn’t dare to look you in the eye because there’s something wrong with him and you’re too good for that.

The doctor prescribes him with a multitude of antidepressants and Liam resists the urge to scoff loudly, because those pills are useless - you were his medicine, and nobody but him would know that.

Liam’s sixteen.

He gets kicked out of Devenford and has to transfer to Beacon Hills and you transfer with him, because neither can stand the thought of being away from each other - the idea is preposterous.

Everything is going well - he’s one of the best players on the lacrosse team, his grades are great, he has you by his side - then he gets bitten.

He had been wanting to tell you for months now - how much he adored the way you laughed, how much he cared about you, how he loved you so fucking much.

And now Liam can’t even bring himself to look in your direction.

Your scent is overwhelming and the only thing he can focus on is you and your voice and oh, god, he wants you so bad.

But now he was a werewolf, and anything could send him off the edge and he tries to control himself - he tries so damn hard - because if he ever hurt you, he would never be able to live with himself because it was you.

It’s the night of the scrimmage between Devenford and Beacon Hills and Liam is panicking because one slip-up and everyone would know what he was and you would leave him instantly because he was an even bigger monster than before and who could blame you for wanting to get the hell away from him?

Liam’s been waiting the whole day to kick Brett’s smug ass, but then he sees Brett wink at you and he almost loses it because you’re his and how dare he?

You’ve been on the edge of your seat the entire evening, eyeing Liam worriedly, because he’s been so on edge and tense recently that you can’t help but worry.

Liam begins to shake and tremble and you can see his jaw clench and you’re out of your seat in two seconds.

Your hands are cupping his face and you let Liam clutch your arms painfully and he’s staring into your eyes and you’re lost in a stormy sea of blue and with a whispered ‘I believe in you’, you gently push Liam in the direction of the field, and with a reassuring smile, he’s off.

Your fists are clenched so tightly throughout the scrimmage that the pain from the bruises Liam left on your arms seems like a dull, nagging ache at the back of your mind.

Beacon Hills wins.

You’re ecstatic as you rush down to the benches and Liam is speeding toward with a gorgeous smile on his beautiful face and he scoops you up in his taut arms and his lips are on yours and it might just be a scrimmage but he doesn’t care, and suddenly, nothing else matters.

There’re no fireworks or flying sparks or explosions but instead there’s a delightful, welcoming warmth as your lips meet his and your body fits perfectly in his and it’s pure heaven.

Both of you pull apart, grinning and regretting absolutely nothing, and in that moment, Liam feels invincible, because he’s in love.

The two of you spend the night in Liam’s room, bodies moulded together, all the secrets spilled because Liam can’t lie to you.

Liam lays there, you in his arms, and everything feels right, for once in a long, long, time.

You’re his guardian angel, and he may be a monster, but you were his, and he was yours, and that was all that really mattered.

a/n: oh shit got carried away :’-) oh well

- roxanna

BTS reacts to you being stressed

Hiya *waves* ^^

Hopefully you didn’t have to wait so long and you will like this reaction. This is slighty different right? Oh well I think it is so it is okay hahaha. Thank you for requesting my dear :) Btw it was so hot outside today like I’m not used to it and now I had to show everyone my milky legs :( But hey I’m not going to complain because it felt like it was summer. Oh I’m rambling on. 

Stay healthy okay? Bangtan loves you, I love you, lots of people love you. 



He would definitely cook for you. Making a 10 course meal if he must as long as his sweetheart won’t feel pressured and stressed. He had seen you working on those papers after he came home from a photoshoot since you had left the door open and could see the stack of papers laying on the desk as you massaged your temples, a sign that you clearly didn’t feel well so the good boyfriend he is, he went to the kitchen and prepared some healthy dishes. Setting the food on the tray he carried himself to the room and sat down the plate on the paper you were working on. You being confused of course looked up and gave him an questioning look.

‘‘Babe please don’t overwork yourself. These papers can wait and after you’re done eating, take a shower and sit down with me in the kitchen to drink some well deserved tea.’’

Originally posted by hyungwonk

Yoongi would definitely be worried when you did not response to any of his words. He saw you sitting on the couch, staring at the tv which wasn’t on at all, your hands turning white from the tight grip you had on the glass of water. Normally he would already be greeted with your lips against his cheek. Knowing you were stressed, he sighed and walked over to you and crouched down infront of you as he gently placed his hands on your knees. You snapped out of your thoughts, jumped from the sudden touch but calmed down when your eyes fell on the familiar face and smiled at him. Giving you a tiny smile back, he grabbed the glass from your hands, placed it down on the table and laced his fingers with yours. 

‘‘Let’s take a nap honey. Stressing is not good for your health and to be by my side longer we need you healthy right?’’ 

Yoongi would say, kissing your hand before pulling you up and guiding you to the bedroom. 

Originally posted by kuromel


Oh heck no.. this boy wouldn’t even let you feel the tiniest bit of stress. Hoseok ran when he heard your sigh of frustation, throwing the door open and lifted you in the air. He would spin you round and round in the air, your hands digging in his shoulders as you laughed, trying to ask him to put you down but seeing the twinkle in his eyes as you looked at him, you could feel any sign of stress slipping away and instead a warm feeling covered your heart. After the both of you got dizzy, he sat you down on the ground and began to wildly wave with his hands around you.

‘‘No stress! Go away! you aren’t allowed to come near my baby. She is too good for you. Shoo shoo we don’t need you here. Go away!’’

Originally posted by yoonseok


Namjoon would throw the jacket in your lap covering your laptop and soon your shoes would join you too. Turning your head where the jacket and shoes came flying from you say him standing there all ready and set to go out. Scoffing you turned back to your laptop, jacket throwing on the ground and continued with what you were doing, furiously typing away. Hearing a loud sigh and soon footsteps who got louder as he came closer, you sprung up and ran away with your laptop in your hands. However Namjoon wouldn’t have any of it, snatching it out of your hands, setting it down on the kitchen table and dragged you back to the couch where your shoes and jacket were laying discarded on the floor. With a pout on your face you sat down as Namjoon put the shoes on for you. 

‘‘Y/n.. I know you need to finish it but don’t you think that if your mind has been cleared that you will think better and thus finishing it sooner with much more inspiration. A walk outside into the fresh air will do you good. I promise.’’

Originally posted by baebsaes

(is it me or does it looks like he actually says ‘I promise?)


Let’s be honest here. The only thing he has to do is smile and you will be cured and that’s exactly what he is going to do. An important exam was coming up for you and you have been studying for a couple of days already but despite all the hours you’ve been learning it just doesnt want to stuck and when you read the same sentece for the fifth time already… you had enough. With a loud groan you threw the book against the wall as you dropped your head on the desk, tears filling your eyes. 

His heart broke seeing you like this and so he made his mission to make you smile, not leaving until the mission was a succes so he walked over to you silently, stood beside you and lowered his head facing the back of your head. Poking your shoulder, he put on his best smile and waited for you to turn and when you did, you began to laugh and pushed his head away as it was a bit to close. Quickly grabbing your face to hold you still he came closer trying to playfully bite you

‘‘Yah sweets! Don’t push my head away. How can you push my handsome face away!? Now I have to punish you!’’

Originally posted by beatriceindre


This energetic guy would also try to help you ofcourse but when you were stressed you just couldn’t handle his constant running and bouncing around and you snapped. Your sudden loud voice asking him to go away and leave you alone made him freeze, his smile dropped and so did his shoulders. You instantly regretted your outburst, stuttering apologies. Just when you were about to get up from the bed to pull him into a hug, the sudden weight on your body caused you to smack back against the matress. Taehyung had jumped onto you, it was him who decided to pull your body close. He looked up at you smirking and before you knew it you were trying to get away from him, laughing so hard you had trouble breathing. Begging him to stop, trying to pry his fingers away from your waist and tummy because tickling was torture. 

‘‘Well well well.. you have won the ticket to tickle land, be prepared for these hands.’’

Originally posted by redvelvet-daredevil

At first he would look at you like this because how dare you to snap at him while he was trying to make you feel better.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

But then he would laugh at you aswell, seeing you squirming around trying to get out of this grasp. He was happy you laughed again but it was also some kind of punishment for yelling at him. 


Jungkook would leave you alone for awhile but when you didn’t even leave the room to eat some dinner since it was already 9 p.m. he got a bit concerned and decided to check on you.  Knocking on the door he waited until he heard your soft ‘yes’ and entered the dimlit room. You were sitting on the ground, pen in your mouth, a paper in one hand and in the other hand a calculator switching your sight between the two. Jungkook could see how tired you were, your eyes were drooping and kept blinking trying to stay awake. Plucking away the pen between your lips he sat down next to you and pulled you closer to his side, his arm draping over your shoulder before his angelic voice filled the room. There was one thing Jungkook knew that would help you relax and that was his singing. Everytime he would sing to you, you couldn’t keep your eyes open and would drift off to dream land. When he felt your head falling on his shoulder he stopped, picked you up and carried you to bed, laying you gentle down on the soft material before cleaning up the mess on the floor.

(Just imagine him singing your favourite song)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

A/N: I haven’t read it over yet for any mistake so if there any please bare with me. I probably will fix them the next morning. 

Cherry Blossom

Hi guys! This imagine was inspired by the
sweetest lullaby I’ve ever heard! (Please do yourself a favor and listen to cherry blossom by Lana Del Rey) This imagine basically takes the reader on a cute tour through their relationship with Tom, if that makes any sense? I hope you like it and I’ll have another story up soon!💗
Cherry Blossom
“What you don’t tell no one,
You can tell me.”
Tom was curled around her, his body protectively obscuring her from the window’s light. Her back was to him so Tom couldn’t see her crying, but he could feel her tiny frame rattle against his chest and hear her sharp intakes of air.
When he’d come home from work to her apartment, he had called out for her, spreading his arms out to welcome her into them, but she never came down the stairs. She didn’t even answer him.
Growing confused, and a little paranoid, he continued calling for her as he walked down the hallway and into her bedroom. When he opened the door, all he could see was top of her head hidden beneath blankets that quaked from the ferocity of her tears. Tom could hear her little sobs and immediately began to demand an explanation.
“Darling, darling,” He knelt on the floor beside her, “What’s going on? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? What’s happened?”
She shook her head and opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find the willpower to speak. She tossed onto her side and more tears leaked onto her pillow.
Tom quickly crossed over to the other side of the bed, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s the matter. Please darling, what’s wrong?”
“Can you just tuck me in and cuddle?” She asked, finally mustering up the strength to talk. “I’ll tell you in a bit, I just,” and she dissolved into sniffles and tears once more.
Following her directions, Tom pushed his way through the ocean of blankets engulfing her bed and pulled her into his chest. Reaching down, he tangled his limbs with hers and swaddled them both. Stroking her hair and kissing her temple, Tom waited for her to let him in.
After a while, Tom wasn’t sure how long because he didn’t dare check his phone, her crying stopped and she fell asleep. His mind was swamped with everything awful that she could’ve encountered during his absence, and he glanced over her body for any signs of physical damage, but was unable to spot any.
It was still dark when she awoke and rolled over to blink her eyes sleepily at Tom. “What happened?” Tom questioned her again, “Please tell me now so I can help.”
She hesitated and rolled away from him. “It’s so embarrassing Tom, you’re going to think that I’m so dumb.” She whined, pulling the duvet completely over her head.
Letting out an agitated sigh, Tom too yanked the blankets over his head and searched for her body in the sea of fuzzy, too warm blankets. Locating her waist, he turned her onto her side and held her in place with a firm arm around her waist.
“I’ve never told anyone before.” She whispered.
“You can tell me.” Tom assured her, gently pushing her hair away from her eyes.
Little ghost tall, tan
Like milk and honey
When she’d come home from her final class of the day, she had found Tom snoozing on her sofa with his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest and soft snores drifting past his lips. She crept silently into the kitchen, setting her things down as carefully as she could.
She knew that Tom barely had time off, and the last thing that she’d ever want to do was disturb him. Slipping her boots off, she hastily prepared a cup of tea and left it on the kitchen counter to cool while she changed her clothes. Humming as she walked down the hall, she wondered what the pair would do for dinner.
Tom woke up to the familiar melody of her voice bouncing off of the walls. When he opened his eyes, she was more than halfway down the hall, tossing her sweater into the bedroom they shared whenever he was in town.
His stomach rumbled and Tom made his way into the kitchen to fix them both a snack. Tom quickly took notice of her tea, sitting unguarded on the counter and took a sip. Dissatisfied with the flavor, Tom hustled back into the fridge to add something more.
She was wonderful at many things, fixing tea, however, was not one of them. She’d just toss the tea bag into water and leave it in the microwave for 30 seconds, and complain about how much better he was at making her tea.
Tom bustled about, adding almond milk and sugar, and didn’t notice that she had reentered the kitchen. She hadn’t noticed that Tom had moved from his position, sprawled across her couch, either.
Her eyes were on her phone as she looked up restaurants nearby that delivered, so she hadn’t seen Tom back away from the fridge, and Tom’s eyes were fixed on unscrewing the milk’s top, so he hadn’t seen her make her way over to the fridge. When the pair collided, she screamed in surprise and Tom’s clumsily allowed the milk to slip from his hands and spill across the floor.
“Jeez, Tom! You scared me!” She breathed, clutching her chest, and trying not to ogle his nearly shirtless chest.
“Me?” Tom asked, incredulously, “You’re like a little ghost creeping through the house! I didn’t even hear you come home!”
Giving into her temptation, her eyes wandered over Tom’s exposed, tan skin. “You know, I live in L.A. and you’re still tanner than me, why is that?”
Snorting, Tom replied, “Because you don’t leave the house unless you need another book to read. If you came to the beach with me, maybe you’d get a little sun!” He leaned over her to kiss her mouth, “I’m happy you’re home.”
Smiling into their kiss, she curled an arm around Tom’s neck and attempted to move closer to him, forgetting the spilled milk.
Her socks slide through the mess on the floor, and Tom did his best to catch her, but still, they both fell to the floor, tangled together, with her back awkwardly pressed against the carton of milk.
“Whoops?” She offered, as Tom laughed.
You’re very brave
And you’re very free
She watched Tom on stage, smiling, laughing and answering questions, completely at ease in front of hundreds of people. He was just so happy. Tom was living his dream and she felt so lucky to be with him that her heart was swollen.
She could barely believe that he was still himself, so goofy and relaxed, in front of so many people. Shaking her head, she laughed softly to herself. What a pair they were, him being a total extrovert, while she could barely speak to ten people at once without feeling overwhelmed.
Tom caught her eye from his spot on stage and winked at her. Rolling her eyes, she pressed her fingers to her lips and blew him a kiss.
Cocking his head to the side, Tom mouthed a quick “ I love you,” before returning his attention to the fans.
So swing it high -
Cherry blossom
On your sycamore tree
Tom tossed in her twin-sized bed while she touched up her mascara before they went for breakfast. “You’re bed is so small,” He grumbled.
Not even turning to look at him, she fished through her makeup table to locate her favorite lip gloss. “Oh shush, it’s not like I knew that I’d have you.”
Neither one of them had been ready for each other when they first met. Tom was busy preparing for his biggest role yet, while she was entirely focused on her education. They’d bumped into each other in Barnes and Noble, while they reached for the same author of two different books.
Tom, being ever so social, laughed and asked her if she’d ever read Philip Roth before, while blush stained her cheeks and her voice shook when she realized that Peter Parker was talking to her.
When she affirmed that she had, Tom told her that this was his first try. She eyed the book in his hands and laughed out loud when she saw that it was ‘Portnoy’s Complaint.’ “You’ve never read Philip Roth before and you’re going to start out with a book about excessive masturbation?” She teased him, unable to stifle her giggles.
Now, it was Tom’s turn to blush. Shoving the book back onto the shelf, he confessed, “Wow, I did not know that that’s what the book was about. I just thought you were pretty and wanted something to talk to you about.”
The girl’s blush returned.
“But now,” Tom said, leaning up against the shelves, “I must ask why you seem so familiar with a book about excessive masturbation?”
Ever since that day, she and Tom had become inseparable and a framed copy of ‘Portnoy’s Complaint’ hung in her house.
“Well, since you know that I’m here now, I want to always be here.” Tom said, curling his arms up and behind his head as he leaned onto her pillows.
“What are you saying?” She asked, pausing all of her movements.
“Let’s move in together. I want to always be with you.” Tom said.
“Tom?” She turned to him, unsure of what to say. “What are you thinking?”
“That you should wear the lipgloss that makes you taste sweet as a cherry and that we should find a place together.” He got up from the bed and crossed the room to her. Kneeling besides her chair, he said, “I know it’s kind of crazy right now, but nowhere I go feels like home without you there. Whatever you want to do is fine, you don’t have to move in with me if you think we’re going too fast. I mean that.”
Taking his face between her palms, she kissed him slowly. “Okay, but I want a cherry blossom tree for good luck.”

anonymous asked:

lowkey can't wait to see you spazz over youngjae's nekkid selfie BECAUSE I WAS IN TEARS LIKE HOW DARE HE?!?!

My darling anon,



WHO???? (because it sure as heck wasn’t Mr. ‘Youngjae-is-mine-and-you-can’t-even-dream-about-him’ Jaebum)


I mean, I thought it was bad enough when he posted that tank-top selca back in November with all that skin and that look at the camera and just….





I never signed up for this. I was perfectly content with him being gorgeous and handsome and precious and adorable and NOT A KING OF PROBLEMATIC SELCAS.



I just…. he just…… this just…….. there are five moles visible right there AND THREE OF THEM ARE ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDER and my brain can NO LONGER COMPUTE BYE. 

Listen. I am all for an appreciation for how gorgeous Youngjae is, but COULD HE HAVE TONED IT DOWN JUST A LITTLE BIT??? I mean. We’re talking about his eyes being all cute and gorgeous and aimed right at us, and that’s enough already, but then he’s got his adorable nose looking even more precious upside-down, and his precious little ears being so incredibly cute and totally visible next to his TWO-TONED HAIR STYLE THAT LOOKS SO GOOD??? AND HIS JAWLINE LOOKING SO NICE EVEN WITH THE WEIRD FILTER??? AND THEN HIS LIPS BEING ALL PINK AND POUTY AND JUST—no. I can’t. And we hAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN PAST HIS FACE YET. ANON. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??? I’VE BEEN TRYING TO REPRESS THIS IN ORDER TO LIVE AND NOW. That neckline. That nape. Those collarbones. Those broad shoulders. THOSE FRICKING MOLES BEING ALL THERE AND VISIBLE AND ADORABLE AND– I don’t have a thing about his moles. What are you talking about?

I just.

I’m not okay, anon. Why does he do this to me? Why??

anonymous asked:

Isak takes advantage of being a white Norwegian to defend Sana from their racist teacher because he knows the teacher won't listen to Sana. How dare you support a character who defends his friend from racism. I can't even believe you support Even who breaks the stereotype that not all Muslims are terrorists and has a keen interest in the Quran. Wow I mean these boys need to check their privilege and start using it for good for once? (Love you girl❤, ignore the hate)



anonymous asked:

I need an alex relapsing due to everything with her father and maybe her past and maggie being there for her because I relapsed myself :/ being an alcoholic is fun....

She’s thrown things and she’s screamed and she’s stormed out of the apartment and she’s wanted to, wanted to, god, she’s wanted to.

But she hasn’t had a drink in three months and fourteen days.

Three months and fourteen days because Maggie Sawyer noticed. And Maggie Sawyer cared.

But she almost gets catapulted across the galaxy, and her sister blows out her powers saving her, saving them all – again – and her father says he’d understand if she shot him, and she hates herself because part of her wants to, wants to, because how dare he tell her that he participated in a genocidal plan for her, for her, for her. 

Isn’t Eliza already blaming her for enough? For how didn’t you see this, Alexandra, I thought you were supposed to be trained for this sort of thing and how could you have gone in there alone, Alexandra, I know you’re powerful, but you’re not your sister, dear, you need to accept that you have limitations, for she wouldn’t have had to blow out her powers saving all of you if you had thought this through more rationally, Alexandra.

She kicks at the couch and she heads downstairs.

Heads downstairs, because Maggie had helped her get rid of all the alcohol in her apartment – and god, it had been a lot – but Maggie can’t close the liquor shops around her apartment.

Heads downstairs, because the liquor store is closer than the closest meeting.

And Maggie’s at work.

And Alex is a grown woman.

A grown woman whose father abandoned her, whose father participated in a genocidal forced deportation plan in her name, whose father was everything and whose father was nothing, nothing, nothing, like the man she’s spent all these years agonizing over. Wanting to be like.

Alex is a grown woman, and doesn’t she fight hard enough, and doesn’t she deserve just one, just one, because without anything, she can’t. Without anything, there’s no dulling her heightened senses and there’s no dulling her hellish agony.

Just one.

She pays in cash and she’s more than halfway through the damn bottle before Maggie’s tentative knock on her door. She chuckles wryly to herself, because she always knew she’d be a disappointment to Maggie.

Always knew she’d fail her.

She staggered to the door, a masochistic grin on her face, because let’s see how far ride or die really goes.

Maggie takes one look at her and Maggie doesn’t blink and Maggie doesn’t yell and Maggie doesn’t even let her face fall.

“Alex,” is all she whispers, and she stares at her like she’s never loved anyone more.

Alex doesn’t realize that her lip is trembling, doesn’t realize that her body is shaking, until she’s collapsed into Maggie’s arms, until she’s racking with sobs and almost toppling them both over, but Maggie’s stance is stronger than Alex’s worst self-hate, and Maggie calls her sweetie when she gasps out how sorry she is, and Maggie tells her she’s wrong when she moans out what a failure she is, and Maggie tells her she’s so brave when she sobs out how she’s ruined all of her progress, ruined them, ruined herself, ruined everything.

Failed everything.



“Alex, you’re allowed. You’re allowed to relapse, and you’re allowed to still love yourself. Is tonight ideal, babe? No. Did you mess up? Yeah. But you know what, sweetie? You’re doing something so brave, so hard, so terrifying, and you’re doing so good. You’re allowed to be human and you’re allowed to make mistakes. Because you know what, Danvers? You can slip up and still be worthy of love. You can slip up and still be perfect. You can slip up and still make it better. I promise you. Okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m not. I promise.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Alex. Understand me? Ride or die includes relapses. It’s part of the deal, babe.”

“But I failed you.”

“No. You didn’t hurt me, Alex. You’re not being abusive to anyone but yourself, babe, and we can work with that. Okay? I’m not going anywhere, Alex. Unless you want me to.”

Alex grabs at the back of her shirt and pulls her closer, closer, closer.

“Please stay.”

“Of course, Alex. Of course I will.”

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3


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Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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