broken television

CP bachelor AU: part 12

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11


The clouds that threatened rain earlier in the day have subsided, bunching themselves cosily near the horizon as though they’re aware that what Laurent needs more than anything else is a good sunset to serve as a backdrop. Laurent sits in the grass near the edge of the headland, looking down onto the dark sand of the beach. The water shades abruptly from turquoise to teal a few hundred metres offshore, a meandering divide that becomes less and less distinct as the sun creeps down.

Part of the reason Laurent has been so strict with the show’s budget is that he’s been determined, all along, to produce a finale that is truly spectacular. Sunsets over the ocean aren’t exactly easy to come by, on Australia’s east coast, and it’s an irony of geography that the nearest west coast belongs to another country entirely.

But that makes it better, Laurent thinks, gazing out over the vista of Te Henga. Crossing the sea. The romance of destination.

“I don’t suppose you’d be prepared to give us a hint,” says a voice from behind him.

“And spoil your authentic, on-camera emotional response?” Laurent shoots back. “Please, Jokaste.”

Jokaste steps up next to him; Laurent has to tilt his head to take her in. Her hair is braided back, one plait forming a headband and the others looped intricately into a knot at the back of her head. She’s wearing a long flowing dress of pale lavender, just a shade away from overtly bridal, and it somehow manages to accentuate the porcelain of her skin instead of calling out unpleasant pink or yellow tones. Laurent makes a note to give someone in wardrobe a bonus for that.

“You do know who he’s going to choose, don’t you?” she says.

“Of course,” Laurent lies, cool and easy.

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It was night, and not for the first time Mike had fallen asleep on the sofa. The television was still on, and buzzing in a sort of comforting way that made the lull of his exhaustion more pronounced. It wasn’t easy, spending long hours unable to rest because all he could think about was the one thing he couldn’t have; the one thing (one person; human being) that had been unjustly taken right before his eyes.

She had faded to dust. And that hurt more than anything ever had. She had died, sacrificed herself to save them, to save Will, and… and she’d torn away a part of Mike, too. Taken a piece of him to whatever dark place she dwelled, and there was no way he would ever ask for it back. There was no way he would ever be so selfish.

He could live with it; with being partial. If it meant she could be whole.

Crickets chirped outside, barely audible through the closed windows. It was October, nearing on the end of the month, just around the time people start giving up hope.

He had been trying, as hard as he could, to convince himself he could be strong for her — that he could be strong like her. But it was hard. It was so hard, and it hurt so much. Days felt like weeks, and his head felt like it was filled with smoke; veiled and hazy, and overgrown with tangled vines that obscured his thoughts.

He tried for his friends, to be normal. And truly, all he wanted was to be able to revert back to the way it had been before. Yet, with every passing day, that seemed more and more impossible.

It should have been the opposite. It should have been getting easier.

But it wasn’t, exemplified by tonight.

She was standing just out of reach, silhouette shadowed and thin. Back bowed. Dress muddy and torn. Still the same though. And still pretty, but he wouldn’t dare speak those words aloud again.

Mike took a step forward. He was hesitant this time, unlike the others. Beneath his Chucks a thin layer of water splashed, alerting her of his presence. She turned, but couldn’t see him. He knew she couldn’t.

She never did.

This time, something was wrong (well, everything was wrong, every time, but this was something else). She was breathing quickly. Mike’s hair stood up on end as she whirled back around, in the direction of something she couldn’t see, and screamed.


Mike jolted awake, covered in a cold sheen of sweat with tears streaming out of his eyes. Mike angrily wiped them away and looked around him for some sort of sign that it had been real, because at least that would mean she was alive.

But there was nothing. Mike deflated, curling into the couch and covering his eyes, watching the last flashing remnants of the dream dance in his vision. He felt his chest tighten and his throat burn, and with a quick breath he began to cry. Alone, in the dark, feeling like the smallest thing on the planet, Mike sobbed into his arms.

She was dead and he hadn’t saved her. She’d saved them, and he hadn’t saved her. Useless. He was useless, and pathetic, and weak.

“Leggo my eggo!”

Mike looked up, frantic, but the source of the sound had only been the television.

“No, you leggo my eggo!”

Mike sniffed, drying his eyes. He slipped off of the couch and crawled over to the television set, with just enough scrounged energy and hope to sit before it and watch the signal flicker in and out.

The sound came in again. “Leggo my eggo!”

“No, you leggo my eggo!”

And again. “Leggo my eggo!”

Mike leaned forward, drawn into the white flashing. He shuddered as he pressed his hand against the glass. “El?” His voice was an echo of a whisper.

“Leggo my eggo!”

He knew this commercial. He and Nancy had despised it because it came on all of the time.

Four years ago.

Why would anyone re-run a four year old commercial?

“Leggo my—”

“No, you leggo—eggo—”

His breath caught. Electricity hummed against his forehead, and his vision narrowed. “El?! El!”

“Leggo my—”

“Mission from God—”

“They’re here—”


He gasped, just as the television crackled. He was zapped away, shaking, wide eyed, and slammed into the sofa.

The set smoked. Mike stared at it, chest heaving. “El…”


He jumped, and for one second, dared to hope. But it was only Nancy, standing in the living room entryway, staring open mouthed at the broken TV set. “Oh my god, Mike, are you okay?!”

She was at his side in an instant, hand on his hand, searching his face. There was only fear to be found.

“Nancy,” he said, quietly. “She’s here. She’s right here.”

Jafar: You´re grounded                                                                          

Jay: What about the restock of your shop?

Jafar: Fine, other than that. And no TV.

Jay: The TV´s broken.

Jafar: Then no jumping around.

Jay: I need that for stealing.

Jafar:  Then no, uh…No Carlos.

Carlos: What, no Carlos!?

Jafar: NO CARLOS!!

Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part Two)

Warnings: None? Fluff? Angst? Little bit of blood but nothing descriptive. Sad stuff. Hugging. Crying.

Summary: Kai Parker comes back from the dead to find that he’s got a daughter. Angst and madness ensues.

A/n: @geminioriginalsimagines how dare you let me write this I can’t handle the cute


Originally posted by christopherwooddaily


Annalise sat anxiously at the table, playing with her oatmeal and glancing at the door every other minute. Annalise was still in her cute pink pajamas, her hair all ruffled, but her eyes were wide awake, and she was smiling through her anxiety. A knock came at the door, and you stood up quickly to answer it.

“Eat your food, baby, we gotta get dressed soon.” You run a hand over Annalise’s hair as you walk past her and towards the door. When you opened it you were faced with Kai, holding a teddy bear and small bouquet of flowers. You let him in, reluctantly, and he gives you the flowers.

“Anna’s in the kitchen eating. Why do you have a bear?” You look from his face to the bear in his hands.

“For Anna, I didn’t know I had a daughter, I figured I’d do something nice for her.” You really want to hit him again. What does he think is going to happen? That he’ll give you flowers and give your daughter a stuffed bear and everything will be forgiven? If he would have just listened to you, none of this ever would have happened.

He follows you into the kitchen, Anna’s bowl of oatmeal was still on the table, now competely eaten, and Anna was tapping the spoon on the table in boredom. When she saw Kai she ran right to him, he hugged her back more quickly this time and when they broke apart he held out the bear.

“Thank you, daddy.” She looked adorable, you couldn’t deny that, but doesn’t every mother think their child is the most gorgeous one there is?

“Let’s get you dressed, yeah? Then we’ll all go do something fun.” Anna gives a quick nod and walks in front of you up the stairs. You turn around to look at Kai.

“Stay here, and please try not to destroy anything.” Before he can answer you’re gone, walking up the stairs towards Annalise’s room.

She was standing in her closet, looking at the dresses that lined the rack, trying to reach her favorite one. It was a purple dress, with a tu-tu like bottom, and lots of bows around the top. With Anna finally changed into her dress and leggings, you stand behind her as she walks down the stairs, her hands holding onto the rail. A crash from the kitchen has you running around her and through the archway into the kitchen. Damn had Kai pinned to the wall, his arm pressed right into Kai’s throat. Anna came running around you, her hand finding yours quickly.

“Kai, what the hell?” Kai’s gulps as he looks from you to Damon, and then down to Annalise.

“Just having a- chat.” Kai groans and leans his head back.

“Leave him alone.” Anna speaks up from beside you and Damon looks right at her.

“What?” Damon asks, his eyebrows raised.

“I said leave my daddy alone!” When Damon doesn’t let go of Kai Anna takes a step forward, her hands curled into fists at her side, as she stares Damon down.

“LEAVE DADDY ALONE!” The house shakes, a lamp falls over in the living room, and the light on the ceiling sways violently. Damon doesn’t let Kai down.

Anna screams, a the windows in the kitchen shatter, glass goes everywhere, and you reach out to grab Anna in an instant to protect her from the glass. Damon speeds out of the room and Kai gasps for air as Anna falls into your arms. Her nose was bleeding, she was probably dizzy, big magic like that wasn’t meant to be used by a five year old.

“Mommy..” Kai hands you a napkin as he kneels beside you, you wipe away the blood on her nose.

“I’m right here, baby.” She wraps her hand around your wrist as she opens her eyes.

“Where’s daddy?” Kai moves closer so she can see him, she smiles.

“I saved you.” Anna reaches her hand out and wraps her fingers around two of his big fingers.

“You saved me, but don’t do that ever again, you don’t have to save me, okay?” She nods, lets go of his fingers, curls towards your chest, and falls right to sleep.

“So much for doing something fun.” You say as you stand up, Anna still in your arms, fast asleep.

“I don’t know, I thought that was pretty eventful.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna go out her down in her bed, I’ll be back down soon.” Kai gives you a nod with a soft ‘okay’ before you’re walking up the stairs again.

With Anna all tucked in in her bed, still sleeping soundly, you headed back downstairs. Kai was in the living room, trying to find a channel on the tv. The broken lamp was no longer broken, it sat intact on the table where it always was.

“How did you..?” You motion to the lamp.

“Magic.” Kai moves his fingers, much like he did when he waved, and you sat down on the other end of the couch, legs under you, leaning away from him.

“I’m not going to bite you, you know. Unless you want me to, you always were into some-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He smiles, and you find yourself blushing.

“What? I mean, if I remember correctly, the night we made Anna was pretty wild.” You pick up a throw pillow and toss it at him.

“Shut up.” You were smiling, and you found out quickly that you were a lot less tense than before, something about Kai- he always made you feel so happy, so incredibly safe in your own little corner of the world.

You sit in silence for a while, skimming channels and scrolling through your phone. Kai kept to his side of the couch, and you were grateful for it, you didn’t want to be any closer to him than you needed to be. You were too stubborn, he’d make the first move, you wouldn’t.

“Why Annalise?” Kai’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” You clear your throat. He was still staring at the tv.

“Why name her Annalise?” You shrug.

“I just thought the name was pretty, I brainstormed for a while with an old friend of mine and well, we came up with Annalise. It’s fitting, she’s adorable, just as the name suggests.” Kai nods, silently urging you to go on about Anna.

“When she was born she wailed, crying and screaming until I held her and then, boom, no more crying. She just- stopped and stared right up at me. Bright blue eyes, tiny hands, she was so small, so tiny. She looks so much like you, the same hair, the same eyes, and when she was born that broke my heart. When I saw those blue eyes all I could think was you, you were dead, you weren’t coming back, and in that moment all I thought was that my baby- our baby, wouldn’t even get to know you.” Kai reached across the couch and took your hand, you look down at his hand on yours and then to his face. He looked so concerned, so sincere.

“That’s why I want to be here now, I want to be here for every birthday, every little league game, every time she scrapes her knee. I want to be here for everything.” You were tearing up, he wanted to be around her now, he was so different from last time, he wanted to be here for Anna.

“I missed you so much.” You hug him, for the first time in years and he hugs you back.

“I missed you too.”


Mingyu and Wonwoo

Wonwoo appeared at the end of Mingyu’s trailer in black and white, possibly asleep

Wonwoo’s TV set appears to be faulty

It is said that seeing a broken TV set in a dream signifies that you are about to begin a life changing friendship

The quote at the bottom of the screen for Mingyu’s trailer says ‘Another chapter of my life began since I met you’

Tim Drake Headcanons

Hello my lil wings! How are you doing?

So Anon requested:  Hey can I get headcanons for what tim drake x reader argue about when they’re dating and how they resolve things/make up afterwards? There isn’t enough tim stuff out there. Thank you!! 💕 

And they’re right! Timmy needs more love! So today with this headcanons and tomorrow with a new Timmy x reader fic I’ll give Timmy all the love he deserves! 


  •   We all know Timmy
  •   And he doesn’t take care of himself very well
  •   So after months of arguing, crying ect He confessed he was Red Robin
  • It took you by surprise
  •  But then the pieces clicked
  •  Why he looks so bruised
  •  Why he’s so sleep deprived
  •   Why his family now matches the batfamily
  •  Why Red Robin always flirts with you.
  •  Why he smelled the same as your boyfriend
  •   Why RR always yells “IM NOT TIM DRAKE!!” When you questioned his identity.
  •   Since then, you vowed to yourself you’ll take care of Timmy.
  •   Because he can’t do it properly
  •  Alfred is very happy
  •  Now someone controls Tim
  • He has taught you Tim’s favorite foods and (secretly) gave you his secret way of make him sleep.
  •   Valeriana
  •   Even though you have your own way
  •   ;)))
  •   You two argue mostly about how Tim often disappears for days.
  •   And when one of his brothers brings him to your home, with bloodshot eyes, still in costume and more than often, hurt.
  •   You always bring him to your bathroom where you clean and stich his wounds
  •  Then you help him get on his pajamas (because he has clothes in your home, he often sleeps there) and help him to your bed.
  • You bring him a cup of warm milk and lie down next to him.
  • In minutes the two of you are cuddling, asleep.
  •  The morning after you two quarrel about Tim’s poor health care when he is in one of his moods.
  •  More than often Timmy can be pretentious. He ends hurting you with his words.
  •   He regrets it immediately.
  •    Your hurt expression, your teary eyes, your twitching lips…
  •   He felt his heart drop
  •  You slap him in the face
  •   And he deserves it.
  •   You go to your room and lock it.
  •   He runs after you, apologizing.
  •  “(y/n), please! I’m sorry! Just-Just let me in!”
  •   “Go away to your dear computer!”
  •   He ends breaking your door
  •  It’s the 50 door he’s broken
  •  Good thing his dad’s rich
  •  Bruce is not amused
  • Srly Tim, stop breaking doors!
  •  Kissing you all over and whispering how sorry he is, how much he loves you.
  •  “Please-kiss-(Y/N)-bite-I Love-hickey-you-smooch-so much”
  •   “Oh, stop Timmy. You’re getting your drool all over my face! You’re worse than Titus” You push him away half-heartedly.
  •  “You wound me!” Tim jokes
  •  The morning is full of apologizing kisses that turned in playful kisses and in the end things got hot.
  •  “God, I love how you shout my name in your climax” Tim groans
  •   “And I love how your hair tickles me when we cuddle” You giggled
  •   You two sometimes argue about how you wanted to help him in his fights.
  •    He would refuse and refuse.
  •   He had died multiple times and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.
  •   And what would his enemies do to you…
  • God he was so afraid of telling you about this for that reason.
  •   Once, you dressed in your jogging pants, a spare Red Robin shirt and a mask.
  •  You appeared out of nowhere in the middle of a fight with Two Face.
  •   You got pretty hurt
  •    Nothing mortal
  •   But yeah, you’ll remember it for a week, minimum.
  •   Tim was furious when you two arrived home.
  •  He angrily argued about how irresponsible you had been, how scared he was, How childish of you it had been… While cleaning your wounds rather softly.
  •   When all was set he kissed all your wounds, the same way you would do it to him.
  •  “Don’t do this again. It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have told you about my secret”
  •   “Of what are you so afraid?”
  •   “…” Tim stopped dead in his tracks
  •    “Timmy? Tell me” You caressed Tim’s face and he rests his face in your hands.
  •   “Of you dying”
  •   “Tim, where did you get that idea?”
  •  “I’ve died, everyone I love just dies or leaves me. I don’t want that for you”
  •   “You won’t lose me, Timothy Jackson Drake”
  •   “I won’t let you go, (y/n) (m/n) (l/n)”
  •   Then you two would cuddle in the couch, with a blanket around you, watching (f/m). Tim kissed your hairline softly after you feel asleep on his shoulder.
  •  Once his brothers caught you two on the act.
  • They don’t let Tim live it down
  •  Jason and Dick joked about it for weeks.
  •  Damian….
  •   Damian was Damian 
  •   “I’m surprised somebody wants you, Drake. I’m sure she’s replacing somebody with you, as you’ve been always a replacement” 
  •    All hell broke loose
  •   Chairs flied 
  •    Knifes too
  •    Your couch was broken
  •   Your TV, too
  •  “YOU DEMON SPAW” said Tim before kicking Damian. He flied and hit…
  •   Yeah, you guessed it
  •    Your door
  •   “MY DOOR :d ” 
  •   “THAT’S ENOUGH !!!” 
  •   Everyone freeze 
  •  Even your average mobster in the alley next to your house.
  •   You sat them and yelled at them to be more responsible, more mature.
  •  Then Batman appeared on the windows. 
  •   Looking at his children, the two older on the floor behind at the couch as protection against those knives buried on the couch. And the two younger being yelled at by his middle child’s girlfriend. 
  •   Then he looked at the state of the room
  •   “I’m going to have to pay for this, don’t I?” Bruce singhed
  •   That night Tim sleep in the counch 
  •  In the remains of the counch* 
  •   You two fight sometimes, but Tim’s love for you goes beyond any categories
  •  He loves you a lot, with your flaws and perfections. He loves your laugh, and seeing you every morning by his side is his favorite moment of all the day 
  •   The same goes for you, You love him even with his Know-it-all attitude and his anxieties, his hearty laugh makes your day and how his eyes twinkle when he has a clue or he has found something important has you falling in love all over again.
  •   When he has to stay up to many nights, you make his coffee and sit next to him. Trying to stay awake until you fell asleep on his shoulder.
  •   He finds it adorable.
  •  Sometimes he brings you to the bed, other times he indulges himself and lets your warmness calm him. 
  •   It makes him work harder
  •  So he can help to make a better world for you
  •  Overall the two of you are cuties who sometimes argue of your unhealthy habits.

Which boy will get his headcanons next?

Guzma Therapy session 3

(i continue to be impressed by my editor and friend @supersquiddle who takes my coal and helps me make diamonds.)

“So you actually showed up,” the woman said smugly.

“No I’m the ghost of kiss my ass,” the boss told her, “where are the tools?” He was visibly dulled and annoyed that someone with a reputation like his would be stuck doing yard work. He smoked a cigarette on her porch, not completely facing the door or her. She pointed over at a few tools scattered against her fence. “Fine now leave me alone” he grumbled as he walked over to the fence. Guzma leaned a shovel against it upright before taking his jacket off and hanging it on it. He then placed his chain and other accessories in the pockets of the jacket, grabbed the hula hoe and got to work. It wasn’t long until the heat of the sun and the repetitive activity began to wear at him. He paused, put the tool down and walked over to where his jacket hung. He took his shirt off and draped it over as well before stretching a bit. While he was stretching he noticed the woman sitting at her porch, staring at him with a grin. She then whistled suggestively and waved a dollar bill in the air. “Son of a bitch…” he muttered before lighting a cigarette and getting back to work….

“The fuck are you looking at. Why’re ya eyes so big?.” he asked her seemingly irritated, having now gathered his things and put the tools away. He had put his jacket on but decided to carry his now sweat-stained shirt.

“You actually finished? I’ve been trying to get the yard in order all month. I figured you would have ran off the moment I went in to lay down. Or robbed me at the very least,” she remarked.

“I did harder chores as a child,” he stated, rubbing the sweat from his brow, “don’t you have pokemon that could help with this? I remember you had a Scyther; that thing would’ve loved to cut down half them weeds… And the fence.”

“I…uh,” she slowly frowned, “…come inside.” She turned, walking into her house and leaving the door open for him.

Guzma chuckled. “Lady i ain’t try’na to sleep with you. I’m all sweaty an’ shit,” he said with a concieted grin as he followed her.

She rolled her eyes and groaned, “shut up… And look at this.”

“Huh?” He then caught up, the woman stood in front of a wall; a few pictures of a Scyther were hung up surrounding a pokeball. Guzma grimaced as the realization hit. “Shit bro… I’m sorry…” his eyes then lit up when he saw a photograph of the tag he did all those years ago. He smiled, reached into his backpack and took out a folded piece of paper. Without speaking he took out a tack from another photo that had four, then tacked the paper next to the photo of his past work. It was an oddly decent sketch of a Scyther, the words at the bottom read “I love my bitchy mom.” The woman stared at the drawing for a moment as tears came to her eyes. She covered her face with her hands; Guzma then slowly put an arm around her shoulders, allowing her to lean into him. He soon left the house; he considered that a positive moment for both of them, yet despite how important it was to her the one consistent thought dancing through the boss’s mind was: “i can never let that doctor know he was right.”

He began walking down the road, took a check list out of his pocket and marked off “pull the bitches weeds”. Listed below it was “help a stranger” and “take over the world”. Guzma soon made it back to the mansion, where he saw two of his grunts playfully wrestling around with a small Stufful. He could not help but smile, for once he felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He went up the stairs and changed into clean clothes before strolling through the halls towards the kitchen. He glanced briefly into one of the grunt’s room and noticed a bed with a broken leg. The boss wondered how long some grunts been sleeping on that lopsided mess. Guzma then gathered a drill and a small toolbelt. By the time he had repaired the bed he noticed a number of other damages just in that one room. A loose doorknob, a broken tv and various other broken things. He spent such little time in their rooms that he hadn’t noticed how much they had deteriorated. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and mumbled, “fucking kids don’t know how to take care of their shit” -he sighed- “then again neither did I…” One by one he restored everything that he could in that one room. Night soon fell; the grunts were either returning from playing outside or roaming Po Town, engaging in failed attempts at petty theft. The boss now slouched in his throne, smoking a cigarette; tired and proud of the work he did that day. A small grunt approached him and asked curiously, “hey, who fixed my bed while i was gone?” Guzma stifled a laugh, he was still wearing the tool belt but the grunt was apparently too stupid to notice. “You did.”

“I DID?!” The little grunt’s eyes were wide.He smirked. “Yeah, and you don’t even remember doin’ it. Prob’ly were sleepwalking or somethin’.”

They stared up at him, astonished. “Holy hell… I’m awesome!”

Guzma sat up further in his throne and leaned towards him. “Hey ankle-biter, I got a question. How have I been around here since I’ve been going to the doc?”

The grunt looked at their feet unsure of what he was referring to until they remembered.“Oh! That place… You’ve been a bit more happy and relaxed… But we don’t trust it boss! Its some kinda crazy magic that makes you say things about yourself! Its gonna eat your soul and replace you with lizard people! Or at least that’s what some of the grunts are saying. Its voodoo!”

He smirked at that response. “You’re cute when you’re stupid…” he said as he tousled the grunt’s hair, “go clean up the place; we’re watching a movie tonight.” The grunt nodded and ran off. Under his breath he thought to himself and muttered under his breath, “maybe the doc is a lizard person?“ he chuckled to himself, “holy shit… I just did my homework and I didn’t even try to brag… Maybe I’m becoming a lizard person…? No, that’s stupid. Lizard Guzma, what’s wrong with you?”

I don’t care who reads this, I treat Tumblr like a journal, like as if I’m telling this to a close friend, but I can’t tell people things, that’s why I remain anonymous. But I need to let some things out.
A portion of my childhood, was growing up with a severely depressed mom. A year after we escaped our abusive dad, she fell into that deep depression.
I was young, 5-11 years old.
I remember, she would lay on the couch all day. In our dark, small apartment. That’s what I remember most, was how dark it was. She barley spoke, she just stared at our broken, blank tv screen, without emotion, with a dead look in her eyes. Being a kid, I never understood why she would lay their for hours, and only get up 3-5 times a day.
Sometimes she would just lay in her room and not come out for days.
At night, I would hear her cry. I used to think it was a ghost until I worked up the courage to run into her bed for protection, and realized that the crying was coming from her.
Sometimes her crying would keep me up, but I grew used to it.
My mom would sometimes get very angry and annoyed. Those were the times she was most verbal and less mute.
She would sometimes hit us with hangers. Or shoes, kitchen cooking utensils, or just anything in her hand, mostly with her hand, sometimes with a closed fist.
It wasn’t abuse, she was just very upset. And I understand that now.
I remember she sent us to live with our granny, and a couple days before we left, we took our photo album and cut out all the pictures of us, and made a collage that she could keep if she missed us. We tried giving it to her before our Granny picked us up.
She got really pissed and told us that she won’t miss us at all, and that she was going to start over and forget about us forever.
I cried for an hour, because being a kid, I thought that was the last time I was ever going to see her…
But of course I saw her again.
She struggled with getting jobs and keeping the rent up. She struggled with depression, and ptsd. She struggled with her self worth. She struggled with keeping hope.
Sometimes i look at the past and then the present moment.
How depressed she was, and now she’s 40, currently in university studying law.
She’s helped hundreds of women cope with abusive boyfriends, she’s had several good paying jobs, she put food on the table every night with no worry, she was once a youth program coordinator and sat on a couple Board of directories, she’s a focus therapist, and spoke about domestic violence, and intergenerational trauma at a few conferences.
She’s a strong, confident, motivated, proud, happy, humble, beautiful and inspiring woman.
If that isn’t proof that things really do get better, then I don’t know what is.
  • Yoshio: I need to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded.
  • Kyoya: What about school?
  • Yoshio: Fine, other than school. No tv.
  • Kyoya: The tv's broken.
  • Yoshio: Then no computer.
  • Kyoya: I need the computer for school.
  • Yoshio: Then no... Uh... *glances at Tamaki*
  • Yoshio: No Tamaki.
  • Kyoya: *Gasps* What? No Tamaki?
  • Yoshio: No Tamaki!
Creepypasta #1126: Australian Gas Station Horror

Length: Medium

My good friend Julian and I were on a year-long backpacking trip in Australia in 2008. At our starting point in Cairns, high up on the Queensland coast, we’d bought a beast of a car - a 1995 Ford Falcon Estate - and were planning to drive it all the way down the east coast to Sydney and onwards to Melbourne and Adelaide. An long distance, but a well-worn travel route for backpackers.

A couple of months into our trip around October time, we were preparing to leave Airlie Beach where we’d paused for a few weeks to earn some money glass-collecting at a local bar. We’d chosen Hervey Bay as our next destination, where we’d tour Fraser Island. With very little in the way of sights on the 10-hour drive, we planned to stay over in Rockhampton, about 4-hours closer.

We set off from Airlie Beach - sun blazing, Led Zeppelin on the stereo, full of our usual over-excited exuberance at the prospect of the next instalment of our adventure. At one point we even stopped at the side of the road just to dance around the car to John Lee Hooker’s ‘Boom Boom’. We were in great spirits.

A few more hours on the road, however, and things began to change.

In the late afternoon, it became heavily overcast - dark clouds hiding the sunlight. A few drops of rain became a torrential downpour. We were used to spontaneous short-lived outbursts from the tropical weather systems, but this was unlike anything we’d experienced; rain lashed at us, streaks of lightning strobed almost continuously across the sky.

Slowing the car to a steadier pace, window wipers straining hard against the deluge, the highway merged from open bushland to densely-wooded darkness.

Then came the first mysterious incident. I noticed, quite suddenly, in the passenger-side wing-mirror a motorbike approach quickly and tailgate us closely. There was plenty of room to go around us, and nothing in front of us, but it continued to follow for a good mile or so. We didn’t speak of it until we went over a gradual hump in the road and, almost as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.

Let’s be clear, there were no turnings on this stretch of highway, it was just one very long, very straight road. I turned the music off.

“Did you see that?” I said to Julian, driving.

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Burn Part 3

Seth Rollins x Reader

Part 1Part 2 Special thanks to @50shadesofadamcolebaybay!

Originally posted by deathprincess777

You and Seth bought yourselves some iced coffee before hiking. Seth picked out a route while you were showering. It was a warm and sunny day. You talked about everything you had missed during your time off. Seth reported about new make up artists and staff. You were happy to hear that Bayley, Sami and Roman were doing just fine. As the time passed, your conversation with Seth grew more serious. You told him about your doubts and fears. Seth silently listened to you, giving slight input here and there. He knew that you had to get this off your chest.

“You know, I followed Raw and don’t get me wrong, I know that they had to do this, but now that Bayley’s storyline was fused with mine, where am I supposed to be? Like what new story will I be in?” You asked him.

“Hm, I see,” he nodded.

“What if I get in one of these stupid love storylines. Or even worse, what if I become just a Jobber because they don’t have a story for me. I mean there are enough babyfaces with similar personas, they won’t need me anymore.”

“Just to clear one fundamental fact here, Y/N. You can’t be replaced by anybody. Raw does need you!” Seth looked down at you with an honest expression. You blushed slightly under his gaze.

“Have you ever thought of maybe changing things up a bit?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like gimmick wise. Now after your time off you can comeback like a new Y/N. Changed attitude, wanting the title back because it got ‘stolen’ from you.”

“So you’re telling me to turn heel?” You creased your eyebrow.

“Well yeah, I mean you don’t have to go the whole way. You could still be a naive face who gives Charlotte the fault,” he furrowed his eyebrows, taunting you.

“You know what, I think I like the idea of a heel Y/N,” you smirked. “Do you think I could pull that off?” You worried instantly.

“Of course! You’re feisty and your constant sarcasm comes in handy. Plus, your theme is written for you to be heel.”

“Whats wrong with my theme?”

“Nothing. It’s just a bit too… heavy?”

“Too heavy? Well, Nico Vega’s song fits perfectly to my nickname,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah I know, the Beast,” he chuckled. “When I first heard of you I thought you would be that angry and self-centered heel. But then, when you made your first entrance, strolling down the ramp with a big smile and these cute little pigtails, I have to admit, I was kinda disappointed… ” he laughed. You playfully hit his arm causing him to pull a pain consumed expression which made you laugh too.

“Oh shut up, Rollins! You’re supposed to be a face too and your tune isn’t all lovey dovey,” you stuck out your tongue. Seth began to laugh more.

“I’m not saying that I don’t like your persona. I mean, it’s technically your real self, it’s just really different from what I expected at that time. But I really think you should consider the heel turn.” You nodded in agreement.

“You know, Y/N, the most important thing right now is that you’ve been cleared and are able to wrestle again. That’s the first and most important step in the right direction. All the other details will come together by themselves.”

“You’re right… I actually have a meeting with Stephanie in about two weeks. I’m probably gonna mention that idea.”

“She’s going to love your idea.”

“Your idea,” you corrected him.

“Our idea,” he smiled down at you. He had locked his gaze with yours just a bit too long when he cleared his throat.

“Hey, wanna make a selfie?” He smiled like a little child. Even though you hated pictures you couldn’t deny his silly request.

While driving you home Seth made a deal with you to start your training again. To ease the beginning of your training he offered to be your personal motivator/taxi driver. You two decided that with the gimmick change you could also change your workout. Of course, Seth suggested cross fit. You were hesitant at first, but he pouted and made big eyes which eventually made you cave in once again. Secretly you were happy that Seth wanted to spend even more time with you.

“Soooo, we’ll see each other on Monday?” He smiled out of his car window.

“We’ll seee…” you teased.

“Oh come on. It might be different in the beginning but you’re gonna love the results. Plus, we can be training buddies,” he argued.

“You got me there, Rollins,” you winked.

“And the week after that, would you fancy a movie night?”

“After the meeting? Sure, why not. But we have to get a bucket of ice cream if Steph tells me that I’m gonna be a jobber,” you joked.

“Of course. A bucket just for yourself. It’s my treat,” he proclaimed with a warm smile. “Then, ‘til Monday!” He said while he drove away. You waved to him until you couldn’t see his car anymore.

Your phone buzzed minutes later in your pocket. When you took it out, a wide smile formed on your face. Seth had tagged you in the selfie he took earlier during the hike with the caption: “Taking the first step in the right direction!” It was a cute picture of you two. You stood slightly in front of Seth and he leaned over your shoulder. Both of you were smiling. This was the first time in weeks you saw yourself with a genuine smile. You were happy to have such an amazing friend, even if it meant you had to stay quiet about your feelings for him. It was better to keep things how they were.

The following week you really started to train again. You couldn’t believe it until you were lying sore on your bed. Of course you had accepted Seth’s request and joined him at his crossfit training. It was hard the first few days. It was just so different from your regular workout but it felt good to be sore again. It also felt relief because you didn’t have the time to overthink every single tiny thing in your life. After the training, you and Seth usually hadlunch together and spent most of the day together. He didn’t leave your side and he really helped you with your self esteem with nightly discussions about what you felt and how he saw you differently. Sleepovers became normal. He would listen for hours as you talked about your insecurities, encouraging you to become the old but slightly improved woman you were. It felt so good to be back on track again.

The Monday morning you had your meeting with Stephanie McMahon, Seth picked you up to drive together to the venue. He comforted you during the ride, telling you that everything was going to turn out great. You even stopped at a diner to get breakfast first.

When you entered the venue, you heard Bayley squealing immediately.

“Y/N! Y/N, you’re back!” She stormed over to you, hugging you violently. You gasped out.

“Yeah I am, I guess,” you mumbled.

“Bayley, don’t crush her. She was out long enough. She doesn’t need another injury.” Seth shook his head.

“Uh, yes, of course,” she said slowly loosening her grip. “I’m just so happy to see you again!” She was jumping up and down.

“Me too. I missed you Bales,” you beamed at her, “and your hugs of course.”

“Aww me too! So, how are you doin?”

After a little small talk with Bayley, you decided to greet the rest of the roster. Seth had to record a segment so he had to leave you by yourself. But you didn’t mind it. You walked around with Bayley, hugging and catching up with your friends. You apologised to everyone for your odd behavior but most of them shrugged it off and assured you that it didn’t matter and that they were just happy to see you again.

When it was time for your meeting you began to grow nervous. Would Stephanie be ok with your ideas? Would they even have a storyline planned for you? Or were you damned to become a jobber. You entered the office on wobbly legs. That meeting would determine your future in the WWE.

“I don’t know man, I don’t think I can do that to her,” you heard Seth as you strolled down the corridor.

“Just tell her!” Roman almost desperately groaned.

“Tell her what?” You asked as you came around the corner. Seth swiftly turned with a shocked expression. You looked at him puzzled.

“Yeah, tell her what, Seth?” Roman mocked.

“Ehh… I have to tell you that we… can’t… have the movie evening tonight because… because my TV is broken,” Seth stuttered. You raised an eyebrow.

“Ok? Well, you know that I still have a totally functional TV at my flat so we don’t have to cancel, if you don’t have anything planned,” you suggested.

“Oh brilliant. Of course, I didn’t think about that. Then it’s still a thing,” Seth nervously chuckled. Roman shook his head in amusement. He said goodbye after a few minutes and Seth walked with you to the entrance together.

“If you have to do something else, we don’t have to watch movies tonight, you know?” You said shyly.

“No, no! Of course I wanna watch movies with you, Y/N. I just didn’t think of your TV.” He sounded nervous.

“Oh ok…” You nodded.

“So, how was the meeting?” Seth ended the awkward silence.

“It was ok. I’m cleared so Steph is letting me wrestle again. They’re planning a big comeback.”


“And what?” You innocently raised your eyebrows.

“You know exactly what! Don’t make me pull every single bit of information out of your nose!”

“Ok, ok. Calm down,” you laughed. “Well, the creative team was already planning a new storyline for me as a face-”


“…but Stephanie likes the idea so much that she’s going to talk to them and make me a heel.” You grinned like a cheshire cat.

“That’s awesome! This is going to be exciting, Y/N.” Seth pulled you into a hug swirling you around.

“Yeah, right?” You giggled happily.

The ride went normal. You talked as if nothing happened even though Seth’s behavior seemed kinda odd. When you arrived at your flat, you ordered Pizza and Seth went for a quick shower. He had some spare clothes at your place from your occasional sleep overs.

While you were setting everything up, the door bell rang. ‘Goodness gracious’ you thought. You hadn’t eaten anything besides the breakfast Seth had gotten you and that consisted of a coffee and marmalade toast. You were way too nervous because of your meeting that midday to even think about eating.

You swayed to your front door. While paying, the delivery guy tried to make some unwelcoming small talk.

“2 big Pizzas for the pretty lady.” he cooed.

“Yep,” I said, giving him an uncomfortable small smile.

“Are you even able to eat these by yourself?” You weren’t sure where the conversation was going but you definitely didn’t like it.

“Probably,” you answered short, hoping that he would give you your change quickly so you could close the door.

“Want help?” He asked in a husky voice quirking his eyebrows.

“Not really,” you answered coldly. Could he hurry with that damn change?

“Oh come on babe. I’m volunteering here.”

“You know what, keep the rest,” you scoffed and tried to shut the door with a loud bang. But his foot denied it. You looked at his foot, then at him in shock.

“Don’t be so cold, sweetheart,” he hissed. “I’m just trying to be nice.” He had an arrogant smile on his lips. You just stood there, frozen, unable to do anything.

“You heard the lady!” A strong, enraged voice came up behind you. ‘Seth’ you thought, feeling relieved. ‘Right on time.’

“Woow, woow!” The guy gestured wildly, “everything’s alright, we were just chatting. Nothing to get upset over, big boy.”

“Yeah? It sounded kinda different to me.” Seth glared at him.

“Hey man, you got to understand that I have this effect on chicks. You should probably get your lil bitch under control,” he laughed. With that, Seth’s eyes got even darker. His chest heaved violently, nostrils flaring rapidly.

“I recommend that you leave my property right now! If someone talks like that about the woman I love, I can’t promise I won’t straight up murder the son of a bitch. So, get your ass going, pronto!” he yelled. The smeary guy audibly gulped and took a few steps back before turning around and basically running to his car. He looked mortified. Seth grimly chuckled, he was proud of his effect on that jackass. He slowly closed the door as he glared after the car. You had never seen Seth like that. But that didn’t mean you didn’t like the protective and impulsive side of him.

“Did you mean that?” You asked him as soon as the door locked. You didn’t know where that boost of confidence came from, but you definitely welcomed it.

“Eh, you know… love like… like a really close friend… like a sister,” he stammered trying desperately to avoid your gaze.

“Oh, that’s a shame,” you exclaimed, your gaze never leaving his.

“Shame? So you wouldn’t mind if… ” His mouth gaped.

“Why should I mind? That the man I’m completely and utterly in love with, the one man who’s my best friend and also knows me the better than anyone, the man that never leaves my side, who’s always there for me, the man who proved multiple times that he cares about me and supports even my stupidest ideas, that this man shares the same feelings I have for him? What did I overlook? Where is there anything to mind?” You looked him deep in the eyes. It felt so good to voice all of those feelings you had gathered over the years. Seth still stood in front of you but during your declaration he slowly moved closer and closer until he was only a few inches away from you. You could already feel the heat radiating from him.

“Aren’t you afraid?” He merrily whispered.

“Of course I’m afraid, I’m constantly afraid. But I’m less afraid of everything that might come if I know I have exactly that man I described right next to me.” You smiled sincerely at him knowing that it was probably the most corny love declaration.

“I love you! I really, really love you! I’ve loved you since I saw you coming though that curtain in NXT.” With those words, Seth’s hand reached out to your face, his thumb caressed your cheek shortly before he pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was slow and passionate. You could feel all the pent-up emotions behind it. And not just your own.

As you pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, you looked up again to see Seth with a sly expression.

“We should’ve done this waaaay earlier,” he exclaimed making you giggle against his chest.