but if he did i'd hug him

  • Chas: You know you want to!
  • Robert: Do you lot even wash this?
  • Cain: Course we do. Get it down you, come on.
  • Aaron: You know we're keeping our own surnames, don't you?
  • Sam: Oh, it don't matter. He's one of us now.
  • Robert: Why's that sound like a threat?
  • Adam: Just get it drank will you, come on.
  • All: Go on! Yeah!
  • (Robert's starting to drink)
  • Paddy: He does love you. I think anyone can see that.
  • Aaron: Thanks for coming, Paddy. I don't know I would have got here without you, you know. I'll never forget what you did for me. (they hug) I'd better go and rescue my husband.
  • Cain: Right, fill it up, Sammy.
  • Aaron: Oh, come on, one's enough. I like him conscious.
  • (Music changes to Adele "Make you feel my love")
  • Chas: (gasps) How did that happen?
  • Charity: I dunno, I think your hand slipped.
  • Chas: Oh, it slipped, yeah, slipped. Right off.
  • (Robert pulls Aaron closer)
  • Aaron: I think you've had too much out of that welly.
  • Belle: Come on, we've not seen your vows, have we?
  • Robert: We did make a pact to embarrass you.
  • Aaron: I'm not embarrassed. I'm also not dancing.
  • Robert: Oh, yeah? What's this, then?
  • Aaron: Technically, this is standing.
  • (KISS)
  • All: Ohhhhh!
  • Chas: Aww, there's my baby.
  • Faith: Landed on his feet, our Aaron. Wouldn't kick blondie out of bed for leaving crumbs.

anonymous asked:

I know Hamilton wasn't a great guy, he did really shit things, but I still admire him. He's a guy that came from nothing, with a terrible childhood, and did what it took to survive - and look how many amazing things he did/create. Of course I hate that he was a cheater. Eliza deserved a better husband. But I can't stop myself from admiring his determination to succeed in life, and if I ever meet him in the afterlife, I'd probably punch him in the face, and them hug him and talk with him.

That’s exactly how I feel. I take a lot of inspiration from him, I truly do love him. He will always have a special place in my heart.

After Damian died Alfred stopped letting anyone disobey Bruce’s orders to stay in the cave. And for a while, no one even wanted to argue.

The first time Tim tried to convince Dick to help him go after Bruce on a mission they’d been ordered off of Alfred overheard it. The reprimand Tim received for his suggestion has gone down as the harshest Alfred has ever given. After that no one even considered crossing Alfred’s follow Bruce’s instructions line.

Once Damian was back things didn’t change very much. In fact it wasn’t until after Damian had been back a month that Alfred could watch the kid leave even the house without worrying. The whole first week he forbade Damian even leaving the manor grounds.

Once they’d established that Damian’s powers made him practically invulnerable Alfred was a little more lenient on his rule as long as things didn’t look too bad.

After Damian lost his powers? You bet Alfred was back to being super strict on the rule. Damian learned very early on that crossing Alfred on this was a bad idea (he hadn’t believed Tim’s story, but now he did)

As time went on Alfred finally let up on the rule, but it was mostly because so much had happened.

All the kids were out of the manor most of the time, with Dick in Spyral, Jason running around the world, Tim with the Titans, and Damian on his redemption quest (something Alfred would have forbade had he learned of it before Damian brought home Goliath and introduced him to Maya)

Plus he had his hands full with amnesiac Bruce. So yes, he let the rule slide, more so because he couldn’t monitor the danger than anything.

Even so, Alfred made Damian agree to check with him on a regular (if not daily) basis to make sure the kid was ok. If anything seemed even slightly off he was ready to send in one of the family to make sure he was ok, secret year of redemption or not.

Every time Damian was even a little late checking in Alfred would get this flutter of fear that he might not ever check back in. The fear was quickly erased the moment Damian did call, but still. And every time Damian came back home or to the cave Alfred would absently touch Damian, on his hand, or by ruffling his hair, even hug him, just to make sure Dami was really there. Anything to remind him that the kid was ok, more than ok. Alive.

anonymous asked:

I hope you're still taking prompts because here's one! Carl questioning Mickey about him and Ian and Ian overhearing :)

// I just loved this prompt so much and had to write it! More ROTC fic tomorrow if you guys still want. But this one is totally standalone, oneshot. Enjoy! //

Ian had just left for work, and Mickey was finishing his coffee in the kitchen, reading a book. There wasn’t much decent reading material in the Gallagher household, so he’d settled for Lip’s Postmodern Poetry book that he’d left lying around last time he’d been home from college. Mickey was quite enjoying the Ginsberg section over his pancakes, when Carl sat next to him. Mickey hadn’t talked with him much, so he nodded, a little awkwardly.

‘Hey kid.’

'Sup,’ Carl replied, snatching up Mickey’s last bacon strip. Mickey rolled his eyes, knowing it would be pointless to say anything. They were silent for a few more minutes, when Mickey became aware of Carl’s eyes on him. He glanced up from the book and saw that the younger boy was just sat, staring at him.

'What?’

'Why are you with Ian?’ Clearly, Carl wasted no time.

Mickey frowned. ‘The fuck do you mean?’

'Why are you with him? It can’t just be about sex because you keep coming back. Again and again. So why are you with him?’

'I - I like him. Thought that was obvious,’ Mickey said uncomfortably.

'You guys are in a relationship?’

'Yes,’ Mickey said, not even thinking about it. Carl raised his eyebrows.

'So…you’re his boyfriend? He’s your boyfriend?’

Mickey shifted uncomfortably in his seat. ‘I guess. We’ve not really talked about it like that.’

Carl shook his head. ‘You guys are in a relationship, you guys are together - you guys are boyfriends.’ Mickey didn’t say anything. Carl continued. ‘You’ve hurt him, haven’t you? Not recently. But in the past. I’ve shared a room with him. I’ve heard him crying at night when he thinks no-one can hear. He was always careful not to cry loudly, but I could hear his choked up breathing, and the outline of his shadow on the wall would shake and shake. Sometimes I’d hear a pack of frozen peas crunching as he pressed it to his face. I’m not stupid. I know it was because of you.’

They were silent for a moment. Mickey felt like telling Carl he didn’t know what he was talking about, felt like running out, felt like doing anything but face it. So he spoke quietly. ‘Every day. I regret the things I did to him. When he left, I - I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I know I deserved that. There were so many times, before, when he did stuff for me, or tried hard because of me, or put up with my shit. All for me. I knew he was doing it but I had no clue how to tell him how grateful I was. I was scared of doing something serious or permanent with him because I was scared of what it would mean. I was scared of who I was. I was scared of the things I was feeling for him. And I couldn’t handle it, and I destroyed both of us. I regret that every day. When I came back, it was like I’d been given a second chance. I didn’t want to mess it up. I couldn’t. I don’t ever want to lose him again. I can’t.’

'You love him,’ Carl said. It wasn’t a question. Mickey just looked at him nervously. 'I know you can’t say it, won’t say it. But if you do, just stay quiet.’ And Mickey bit his lip and considered telling him to fuck off. But he couldn’t do that, because it would be a lie. So Mickey stayed quiet. Carl smiled. 'How did you know?’

'We were just drinking beers on my couch. Watching a movie. That’s when I started to think. Maybe. But I knew - whenever walked into a room. Or said something. Just fucking smiled. His fucking smile…and laughing, god. I’d say stuff just to make him laugh. But I think he’s - he’s something special. Cause he wanted me in spite of everything. There’s stuff you don’t know. But he kept trying. He kept making me better. He’s - Ian is my good.’

The two boys didn’t say anything, but Carl stood up and came to hug Mickey, who was tearing up a little. ‘It’s ok,’ Carl said quietly. A noise in the doorway made them both jump. It was Ian. He was staring at Mickey with his mouth slightly open.

And Mickey almost said, what the fuck you looking at. Almost got up, shoved past Ian and out the door. Almost ran off again. But he didn’t. ‘You heard?’

Ian nodded. ‘I came back to get my phone. Right after I’d left.’

'Right.’ He almost said it wasn’t true. Carl had set him up. It was a joke. But he didn’t say those things. 'I meant it.’

Ian wordlessly crossed to get his phone from the table. He picked up the book that lay in front of Mickey. ‘Ginsberg?’ he said softly.

Mickey nodded. ‘Under the burden of solitude. Under the burden of dissatisfaction. The weight,’ he paused, and looked at Ian, ‘the weight we carry. Is love,’ he said quietly.

Ian smiled. ‘Yeah?’ he whispered. Mickey nodded, stood up and pointed to the page.

'I like this part.’

Ian scanned the words, then turned to Mickey and took his hand, holding the book in his other. And he murmured gently, ‘the warm bodies shine together in the darkness, the hand moves to the center of the flesh, the skin trembles in happiness and the soul comes,’ he read.

'Joyful, to the eye,’ Mickey interjected, drawing closer to Ian. 'Yes. Yes. That’s what I wanted. I always wanted,’ he said. Ian dropped the book and cradled Mickey’s face, both stumbling, both laughing through their kisses. Then Ian stopped the kiss, just to look at Mickey for a moment. Their foreheads pressed together, both breathing into each other.

'Mick, I - I love you,’ Ian told him.

Mickey kissed him hard and then broke away to hold Ian. He nearly dropped him like he’d been burned, nearly told him to fuck off, nearly stormed out and slammed the door. But he didn’t. Because he didn’t want to. He wanted to pull back and look into his eyes as he said it. ‘I love you, Ian. I love you too,’ he said firmly, finally.

Carl grinned and slipped away quietly. His work here was done.

// hope y’all liked!? let me know and keep prompting me!! //

// note: the poem referred to is Song by Allen Ginsberg. I beg you, take two minutes to read it, it’s beautiful. //

daughterofzeusdemigodlove  asked:

I said I'd do this for each meme so how about we have some good old fashioned - CASMUND!!!!!

(I had to re-write this, I’m so sorry.)

Who said “I love you” first?
 - Caspian was the first to say “I love you” back when Edmund and Lucy were leaving Narnia. While they were hugging, Caspian whispered it into Edmund’s ear.
   Edmund was stunned for a moment by that phrase. But, then he said back to Caspian that he refused to leave without him. Caspian didn’t want to leave at first, but then once he did, he was utterly pleased by his decision.
   Edmund reciprocated the phrase when he and Caspian had a fight (only two to date). He’d been extremely nasty during this fight, calling Caspian all sorts of names, calling him “weak,” calling him a coward, and “the man who single-handedly ruined Narnia.”
   Caspian was in tears, he was sobbing into his hands and he threatened to leave, calling Edmund a “prat.” Edmund scowled at him a few moments, but then he noticed how awful sadness and crying looked on Caspian.
   His heart sunk, and he hugged him close, cupping his cheeks and pulling him close.
   “You’re not weak. You’re my Caspian, the man who ruled Narnia while the kings and queens were gone. You took such great care of it. You are wonderful, and I love you.”

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?
 - Edmund saves every single picture he takes of himself and Caspian, and he loves to send them whenever Caspian’s upset. Caspian, on the other hand, has an actual picture of the both of them as his background. A picture from their first anniversary.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?
 - Edmund leaves daily tasks in the mirror, and Caspian adds hearts to them. So whenever they’re showering at night he’ll see them. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?
 - Edmund buys cheesy gifts of Valentine’s Day, and Caspian buys them when he finds one that’s either very cute or very Edmund. Like little pens shaped like swords or shirts that say “My husband’s other wife is his boat.” Edmund wears it as a nightshirt, despite him almost cringing every time he reads the print on it.

Who intiated the first kiss?
 - Caspian initiated, but Edmund actually did the deed. They had their first kiss back in Narnia, during the voyage of the Dawn Treader. Caspian took Edmund down the shore to stargaze one night while the others slept.
   At one point he took Edmund’s hand, and pointed up at a constellation his professor had told him of. He went on about it while Edmund glanced between their hands, Caspian’s face, and the constellation. When Caspian turned back, Edmund was grinning.
   Caspian kissed him on the nose after staring at him a while. And Edmund retaliated by cupping his cheeks and kissing him full on the mouth.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?
 - Caspian loves to wake up Edmund by kissing him. “I’ve awoken my prince!” he’ll cry out, and hug him, and Edmund used to protest and say “I am a king” in retaliation, but he just loves getting attention from his goofball.

Who starts tickle fights?
 - Caspian loves to strategize how he can tickle Edmund and actually succeed. However, Edmund is somehow always one step ahead of him. Caspian is a huge ticklish beast, and Edmund is more or less undefeatable. 

Who asks the other is they can join in the shower?
 - Edmund is a lone shower-er most of the time, so Caspian knocks on the wall to ask if he can come in. Most of the time Edmund complies, unless he’s had an awful day and wants to be alone (they have separate rooms for this reason). When they’re both in good moods they talk about their days, cuddle, and wash each other’s hair.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?
 - They both do this. When either one of them is sad, the other will bring a lunch to them at work. Co-workers will gather together to watch this, and the two like to make it a show.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?
 - Caspian was extremely nervous going on a date. Firstly, he’s never been on a date. Secondly, same-sex stuff isn’t looked well upon. Thirdly, he feels like he’ll screw up at some point on the date. He bit his nails to the beds and kept biting his lip the whole time.
   Edmund had to reassure him he was having a wonderful time, and that he was happy to be there if only because he was with Caspian. That made him feel better about the date.

Who kills/takes out spiders?
 - Edmund kills spiders by spraying them. Caspian says that you’re supposed to take them out, “what did they ever do to you?” Edmund never listens, though.

Who loudly proclaims their love while drunk?
 - Caspian and Edmund are both guilty of this. They were at a New Year’s party at the Pevensie’s, and while drunk AF on champagne, Caspian whispers to Helen how he totally loves Edmund and would marry him.
   Edmund, probably on his second bottle, tells the same about Caspian to his dad, then saying “Oh, don’t tell my dad.”
   Hijinks ensue, and Susan, Peter, and Lucy watch from afar, cackling as these two drunk gayways try to explain what they were doing.

Scenario #14
  • You: *catches your boyfriend cheating (in a public place), a 2P is there to witness the scene*
  • 2P!America: What. A fucking. DOUCHEBAG. Hey doll, want me to beat him up for you? *grins and taps baseball bat*
  • 2P!China: Hey. He doesn't deserve you, he never did, so don't cry. He's not worth those tears; you're so much better than him. Would you like a hug?
  • 2P!England: Oh... How terrible... I'm so sorry poppet, would you like to come down to my bakery, grab some cupcakes, and throw them at him?
  • 2P!France: this is why I don't do relationships.
  • 2P!Russia: *sighs* you should have seen this coming. For example, if you were mine, I'd be keeping a very close eye on you.
  • 2P!Italy: *shakes head* And he calls himself a man? Tchh. *turns to you* Good evening beautiful, I hope you one day find someone who treats you right. Give me a call if you ever need to vent.
  • 2P!Germany: *punches him in face* that's for being a dick.
  • 2P!Japan: The number one quality in every human being is loyalty. *turns to your now ex-boyfriend* I hope your new girl dumps you later. Sayonara, Mr. Shit-fuck. *walks away*
  • 2P!Canada: *to guy* Bruh, you're terrible. *to you* Come on, I'll take you out for pancakes.
  • 2P!Romano: Oh. No. He. Didn't! *snaps fingers in z-formation* Hey girl, want me to go tell him off? *takes off scarf in preparation for screaming fest*
  • 2P!Prussia: I'm... truly sorry for what he did to you. A nice girl like you deserves the best in the world.
Garrett Inquisition Banters - Dorian
  • Dorian: The Champion of Kirkwall, is it? A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance
  • Garrett: I wouldn't have thought anyone who could have had a seat in the Magesterium would much care to know about the south
  • Dorian: You know of the Magesterium? Truly? Most in the South think ever mage in Tevinter is a Magister
  • Garrett: Don't take it as a compliment. My husband was a slave to one of your magisters
  • ---
  • Dorian: So you married a slave?
  • Garrett: /Former/ slave. He belongs to no one
  • Dorian: Ooh, touchy
  • ---
  • Dorian: Have I offended you?
  • Garrett: What makes you think I'm offended?
  • Dorian: Well in Varric's book he writes you as an understanding paragon of goodness, and yet whenever I'm within ten feet you start scowling
  • Garrett: I... didn't realise. I apologise
  • Dorian: Oh no need. In fact, it makes you one of the friendliest southerners I've met so far!
  • ---
  • Dorian: So-
  • Garrett: Not now
  • Dorian: I haven't even said anything
  • Garrett: I'm not up for talking at the moment. Please, just not now
  • Varric: Leave him alone, Sparkler. Everyone has their days
  • ---
  • Garrett: So you actually read Varric's books then?
  • Dorian: Not all of them. I tried reading that romance, Swords and Shields, per Cassandra's recommendation. I felt my IQ drop after the first sentence
  • Garrett: The Seeker recommended it? Varric will have a field day with that
  • Dorian: Well would you look at that? A smile! I feel blessed
  • Garrett: *sighs* And now you've ruined it
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... you're interested in men, are you?
  • Garrett: And married
  • Dorian: Well I noticed /that/. You and Fenris can barely keep your hands off of each other. I was just wondering...
  • Garrett: What?
  • Dorian: Never mind. Let's go back to you scowling at me whenever I walked into the room, that was much more comfortable
  • ---
  • (After Dorian's personal quest)
  • Garrett: The other day, when you brought up my preference for men, were you going to ask about my father when he found out?
  • Dorian: Ah, I've been had, have I?
  • Garrett: It would seem so. Do you still want to know?
  • Dorian: So long as it doesn't end with 'and then he decided to try a blood ritual to make me acceptable'
  • Garrett: Nothing like that. I was about seventeen when I realised, nineteen when I finally told him. It wasn't easy. I was terrified actually
  • Dorian: You were scared he wouldn't approve. I understand. What did he do, when you told him?
  • Garrett: He and my mother sat there and they listened. And when it was done, they just hugged me, told me they loved me, and that was it
  • Dorian: I see. You were lucky to have parents so ready to accept you as you were
  • Garrett: I was. And maybe you might be too, if your father's serious about making amends
  • Dorian: Maybe. I'd like to think he is
  • ---
  • Dorian: So your brother is a Grey Warden?
  • Garrett: He is. My fault, I'm afraid
  • Dorian: How so? I take it you didn't make him do it on a dare?
  • Garrett: I let him have his way. I let him go on that damned Deep Roads Expedition because he'd have thrown a fit over it otherwise
  • Dorian: He caught the Blight, I take it?
  • Garrett: Yes. And if not for Anders knowing where to find Grey Wardens, he would have died
  • Dorian: That hardly makes it your fault. Sounds more like rotten luck to me
  • Garrett: If I'd just made him stay at home-
  • Dorian: He'd have thrown a fit and done something equally stupid to spite you, I'm sure
  • Carver: I'm standing right here you know
  • Dorian: Oh I'm well aware
  • ---
  • Dorian: You know I always thought that Varric made that up
  • Garrett: *groans* Dare I even ask...
  • Dorian: You'd really never kissed anyone before Fenris? And he was your first time too? My, how romantic
  • Garrett: I am going to kill Varric...
  • Dorian: And here I thought we were past the 'you scowling at my mere presence' stage
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, you and Farier?
  • Dorian: Ah, you are curious? Well, I do love talking about me, so there's no harm in indulging you
  • Garrett: *chuckles* How on earth does he put up with you?
  • Farier: Well see, he does this thing with his tongue where he-
  • Dorian: Amatus!
  • Farier: *smugly* What? You use your tongue to talk, don't you?
  • Dorian: Oh, you little-!
  • Garrett: *laughs*
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... open to a friendly wager, Garrett?
  • Garrett: Hardly. The last time I wagered anything, it involved Isabela winning my clothes at cards and me running home with a bucket to cover my privates
  • Dorian: *laughs* Quite the image! Now that's a story I have to hear
  • Varric: I'll tell you all about it back at camp, Sparkler
  • Marian: You can see it first hand if you get him drunk enough
  • Dorian: And now I have my next endeavour all planned out
  • Garrett: Maker, no. Just no
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, out of curiosity, what did you want to wager on?
  • Dorian: Interested are we?
  • Garrett: Hardly, just curious as to what you were going to propose
  • Dorian: Well it's not fun if we don't wager. Varric put in for ten royals already on the odds of three-to-one
  • Garrett: In favour of what?
  • Dorian: I'm only telling those who are betting
  • ---
  • Garrett: Fine, just tell me what we're betting on
  • Dorian: Aha! Knew your curiosity would win out. We're betting on our dear Inquisitor's chances for success
  • Garrett: You're... betting on whether or not she'll die? That's rather morbid
  • Dorian: Not dying per say, though I suppose that will be the outcome if Corypheus isn't stopped. So, your wager?
  • Garrett: Not my trousers, that's for damn sure
  • Dorian: *laughs* Blast, and to think I could have owned the trousers of the Champion of Kirkwall!
  • Sera: I could pants him for you!
  • Garrett: Don't even think about it
  • Sera: *cackles* Too late!
  • Garrett: She's joking... Right?
  • Dorian: My dear Garrett, I'd watch myself from now on if I were you
  • ---
  • Dorian: So I sated your curiosity on our bet, now sate mine. Why /were/ you always scowling at me?
  • Garrett: I didn't even realise I was doing it before you pointed it out
  • Dorian: Nonsense, there must have been a reason. I /did/ hear you duelled Danarius and had a part in his death
  • Garrett: True. And I still have the scars to prove it
  • Dorian: So is it because I was nearly a magister? I take it that it's not because I'm from Tevinter, considering your choice in marital partner
  • Garrett: I... I don't know
  • Dorian: Ah, perhaps you feared I would harm Fenris in some way? I imagine he paints quite a picture of the Imperium
  • Garrett: Just... stop. I don't want to talk about this anymore
  • Dorian: Very well. Shall we talk about me instead? I do love that topic
  • ---
  • Dorian: Are they always that loud?
  • Garrett: Try sleeping next door to them. I think they do it on purpose
  • Dorian: Have you ever tried-?
  • Garrett: Yes, and it doesn't work. Trust me
  • Dorian: You must have gotten back at them somehow. I doubt Fenris would let it go
  • Garrett: *smugly* Well we did book them for the Bad Girl Special at the Blooming Rose once
  • Dorian: What-?
  • Marian: I still hate you for that
  • Garrett: I know. And it was worth it
  • ---
  • Dorian: You... really remember nothing?
  • Garrett: Not really. Only what I've been told since waking up
  • Dorian: Hm. When the Nightmare stole Lyris' memories, it only took her memories of the Conclave... Perhaps it was your extended contact with the demon that did it
  • Garrett: Do you think it will come back?
  • Dorian: I don't know. But if there is a chance, I am happy to help however I can
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Hmph, of course it took a memory wipe for you to say that to me
  • ---
  • Dorian: Lothering?
  • Garrett: Darkspawn
  • Dorian: Cheery. Kirkwall?
  • Garrett: Home
  • Dorian: Fenris?
  • Garrett: Husband
  • Dorian: Are you saying that because you know it, or because you feel it?
  • Garrett: ...both
  • Dorian: Hm... Ah. Dorian?
  • Garrett: *smugly* Scowling
  • Dorian: Aha, you /are/ starting to remember properly now, aren't you?
  • ---
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Well, I won't be one to refuse thanks but I usually like to know what I'm being thanked for
  • Garrett: For helping me remember. I was a bit of an arse to you in the beginning, wasn't I?
  • Dorian: Well you didn't spit when we met. It's more than I can say for the blacksmith
  • Garrett: *sighs* And there goes the moment...
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, Dorian...
  • Dorian: Ah, are we back to scowling now I am to be a true Magister? Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I've even been practicing my maniacal laugh
  • Garrett: I just wanted to offer my sympathies for your father's death. I know how hard it is to lose a parent
  • Dorian: *sympathetically* Or two, in your case. I appreciate the sentiment, though I'd rather not speak at length about it
  • Garrett: Of course. Have you at least had your grapes peeled for you since being back in Tevinter?
  • Dorian: *laughs* No, but it is at the top of my list when I take my seat in the Magesterium. Along with trying to drag the Imperium back out of the muck, though that's a slightly more long term goal I'm afraid
  • Garrett: I'd heard a few rumours about that. You really think you can do it?
  • Dorian: Maybe, maybe not. But if I don't try, who will?
  • Garrett: True enough. If you ever need anything...
  • Dorian: Oh perish the thought. I believe you've been through enough, my friend. Only fate would be unkind enough to saddle you with yet more trouble after all of this

there are a few questions i think about quite often, for example what is the meaning of life? what is my future going to look like? what did harry whisper into niall’s ear when he hugged him during tattoo roulette? you know, just some regular, normal life, day-to-day questions we all have

You Want Me To Stay?

Smutty Everlark one shot, for old times sake. 2012ish. Katniss lives in NYC. Peeta lives next door. Shit is weird between them.

“You Want Me to Stay?” By Lbug84.

Beta’d by lauralulubee & preread by jennagill

Modern AU. ~4,000 words, some lines directory from canon (can you spot them?). Rated E for explicit language and sexual situations.

“We should stop,” I say, as I tuck my hair behind my ears.

“Why?” I hear a light thud on the floor and the jingle of a belt being unbuckled. I turn around and find Peeta shirtless and tugging his pants down over his hips.

My resolve wavers. “This always ends the same.”

Peeta takes a step towards me, shaking his blond hair out of his eyes. “I like how this ends.” His hands wrap around me, sliding into my underwear and cupping my ass. “It ends with me inside of you.”

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Heathers: the Musical "Beautiful" Starter Pack.
  • "I believe I'm a good person."
  • "I think there's good in everyone."
  • "Here we are, first day of senior year!"
  • "What happened?"
  • "Freak!"
  • "Slut!"
  • "Burn-out!"
  • "Bug-eyes!"
  • "We were so tiny, happy and shiny . . . "
  • "Loser!"
  • "Shortbus!"
  • "Bull-dyke!"
  • "Stuck-up!"
  • "Hunchback!"
  • "Then we got bigger, that was the trigger."
  • "Welcome to my school."
  • "This ain't no high school."
  • "This is the Thunderdome."
  • "Hold your breath."
  • "Count the days."
  • "We're graduating soon."
  • "College will be paradise."
  • "I know life can be beautiful."
  • "I pray for a better way."
  • "If we changed back then, we can change again."
  • "We can be beautiful . . ."
  • "Hey, are you okay?"
  • "Get away, nerd!"
  • "Watch it!"
  • "Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!"
  • "Agh! . . . Hey, _____. "
  • "We on for movie night?"
  • "Again? Don't you have it memorized by now?"
  • "I'm a sucker for a happy ending!"
  • "_______! Wide load!"
  • "Hey! Pick that up right now!"
  • "I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?"
  • "I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend."
  • "You're a high school has-been waiting to happen."
  • "You got a zit right there."
  • "Why do they hate me?"
  • "Why don't I fight back?"
  • "Why do I act like such a creep?"
  • "Why won't he date me?"
  • "Why did I hit him?"
  • "Why do I cry myself to sleep?"
  • "Somebody hug me!"
  • "Somebody fix me!"
  • "Send me a sign, God!"
  • "Give me some hope, here!"
  • "Her dad's loaded - he sells engagement rings."
  • "Her mom did pay for implants."
  • "______, The Almighty."
  • "She is a mythic bitch!"
  • "I'd give anything to be like that."
  • "Grow up, _________ Bulimia is so '87."
  • "Maybe you should see a doctor, ________."
  • "I crave a boon."
  • "Shut up, ________!"
  • "For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure."
  • "If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important."
  • "You could stand to lose a few pounds."
  • "Out of my way, geek!"
  • "I don't want trouble!"
  • "You're gonna die at 3PM!"
  • "Don't you dare touch me!"
  • "Get away, pervert!"
  • "What did I ever do to them?"
  • "Who could survive this?"
  • "I can't escape this!"
  • "I think I'm dying!"
  • "You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way!"
  • "Ask me how it feels lookin' like Hell on wheels!"
  • "It's a beautiful fricken' day!"

anonymous asked:

it has been two days, but feels more. yoonseok. fluff. any rate it's fine. (thank you! ^.^)

Yoongi leaves their shared apartment on a lazy Friday morning when Hoseok is still asleep. He writes a short note and sticks it to the refrigerator because if he leaves it on any other place Hoseok won’t notice it. He makes sure that he’s as silent as possible when he leaves because saying goodbye to Hoseok has never been an easy task – it’s not because Hoseok cries or gets over-emotional, it’s because Hoseok is silent, without a smile on his face, he’s serious and formal and looks at Yoongi with unspoken sadness in his eyes and even before Yoongi passes through the door, he feels guilty for leaving, so he kisses the sadness of Hoseok’s face and postpones his trip.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: ian and mickey with a daughter

//so yeah this is really long but yeah here you go!//

-

‘What do you think it is?’

Ian looked away from the sonogram for a moment and considered Mickey’s question. ‘How am I supposed to know? Not as if I’m the one carrying it,’ he said.

Mickey rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, fine. What do you want it to be?’

'Can’t exactly answer that either. Another Carl or another Debbie…neither exactly sounds appealing. I love them, but…you know what I mean.’

'Yeah. I don’t really want a mini Mandy running around either,’ Mickey said, smiling at Ian. They were both quiet for a moment, returning their attention to the sonogram. Six weeks already. 'You know it’s going to be nothing like our siblings, right?’ he asked seriously.

'I know. And we’re going to be nothing like our fathers,’ Ian said, clasping Mickey’s hand meaningfully. He was talking mainly about Terry. Frank was a liar and a drunk, sure, but compared to Terry, he was practically a saint.

'I hope it’s a boy,’ Mickey said suddenly.

'Yeah?’

'Yeah. If we have a girl, she’ll be bringing boys home to fuck every five minutes. And I’d have to be protective and shit, put them in their places, scare them off. Dad stuff,’ Mickey explained. Ian burst out laughing.

'Are you planning on parenting like you’re in a nineties sitcom?’ he joked. 'She’ll just fuck them somewhere else, Mick. God knows we did it in some weird places,’ he reminded him.

'If it’s a girl, I won’t know the first thing to say,’ Mickey said quietly. Now Ian saw through his facade. He was insecure. 'I don’t know anything about girls, and neither do you because we’re both guys, and we’re both gay so it’s not like we know about women from fucking them like straight dads do,’ he said all in a rush.

'Well you used to -’

'Shut the fuck up, Ian, I’m serious,’ Mickey cut him off.

'Sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood. I shouldn’t have bought that up,’ he told Mickey apologetically.

'It’s fine. But don’t you agree?’

'No. Sure we’re maybe better equipped to deal with a son, but just because we’re not women and we’re not into women doesn’t mean we’re incapable of having a daughter. Ok? Don’t ever feel like you’re not enough. Don’t ever feel like you’re incapable of doing something because of who you are. If anything, everything we’ve been through is just going to make us better parents.’ Ian told him, kissing him firmly. 'There’s no-one else I would rather have a kid with.’

Mickey smiled a little. He still found it hard to do that, even after all this time. Show emotions that weren’t anger. Feel happiness. He had to let himself, it never came naturally.

Mickey slid into Ian’s shoulder and looked back at the sonogram. They were quiet, and he just listened to Ian’s heartbeat and felt Ian’s hands gently running through his dark hair. ‘Ian?’

'Yeah?’

'Do you know anything about periods and shit?’

Ian chuckled. ‘Well one time we shoved a tampon up Lip’s nose to stop it bleeding,’ he told him, grinning. Mickey looked at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Look, we’ll just figure it out if and when it happens. Yeah?’

'Ok.’

-

'Shit shit shit,’ Mickey muttered, pacing the hospital corridor for the umpteenth time.

'You need to calm down man,’ Lip said from behind, taking him by the shoulders and steering him to the seats by the wall.

'Why won’t they let me in?’

'State laws, hospital protocols, cunt doctors. I’m sure you’re familiar,’ Lip said, causing a pair of passing nurses to flinch nervously.

'I’m the fucking dad too.’ Mickey whispered.

'Yes you are,’ Lip stated in agreement. 'I know that and Ian knows that. And the kid’s going to know it too,’ he told him.

Mickey looked at him, his eyes heavy with tears that Lip knew he was too proud to cry. ‘After everything…after getting shot, getting raped, getting the shit beat out of me…this is the worst. This shit is regulated, I can’t control it, I can’t do anything. I’m missing the birth of my child,’ he trailed off.

'You know I’ve never been worried about you and Ian?’

'What are you talking about? The fuck does that have to do with anything?’

'Never. Because with you two, the stakes have always been higher. You’ve always had to go through more and be more for each other. Maybe you more than him. When he told me you two were fucking, I was surprised, sure. But I wasn’t worried. When he told me he was fucking Kash - well, when I figured it out - I was worried, I was pissed. But with you? I knew from that first moment that you must really give a damn if you were risking it all to be with him. And time went on and you stayed together - for the most part - and I barely even thought about it anymore. If I was put through even half the shit you’ve been through, Mickey, I’d have given up. But you never did, did you? You destroyed yourself, you kissed him with a broken face, you searched for him, you literally carried him. When he got diagnosed, you were there with him and you’ve never left his side since. What I’m trying to say here is that I wasn’t worried when he was sixteen and I’m not worried now. You will be able to get through this because I don’t think there’s anything this world could throw at you that you couldn’t handle. You’re Mickey fucking Milkovich.’

Mickey hugged Lip on instinct, before he could stop himself. ‘Thanks,’ he said gruffly, masking tears. ‘And I’m sorry I beat you up that one time,’ he added.

Lip laughed. ‘Shit, I’d forgotten about that,’ he remarked, breaking off the hug and clapping Mickey on the shoulder. ‘Ian?’ he called out, seeing his brother at the other end of the hall. Mickey was on his feet in a second.

'What’s happening? Is everything ok? Has it popped out yet? Boy? Girl? Ian why aren’t you saying anything? Shit did we lose it? Shit we did, didn’t we? Ian talk to me!’ Mickey spluttered frantically.

Ian was smiling, smiling so wide and with so much love. ‘No. No Mick, we didn’t lose her,’ he told him gently.

'Her?’ Mickey gasped.

Ian nodded. ‘You’re going to have to learn about periods,’ he said, right before kissing Mickey with possibly more passion than ever before.

'What’s she like?’

'She’s amazing. Come and meet her,’ he grabbed Mickey’s hand and led him inside, casting a glance back at Lip and silently thanking him for being there, for waiting with Mickey. Lip grinned back.

-

'I love you but shut up,’ Mickey said to the howling baby in his arms.

'Mick, don’t tell our daughter to shut up,’ Ian said in mock disapproval, smiling at them. They were side by side in bed, Mickey holding Rose.

'Our daughter,’ Mickey echoed.

They’d lost count of how many nights had been like this. Just laying there at 2am in the dark, half wishing they were sleeping and half wishing to never leave that moment. It didn’t matter that Rose was crying, that Ian had baby vomit on his arm or that Mickey had a headache. They’d honestly never felt closer. And the love they had for that tiny six month old bundle that Mickey clutched in his arms was a love neither had been prepared to feel and neither could understand yet.

Ian turned on his side and placed his hand on Mickey’s arm. ‘I love you so much,’ he told him. Mickey looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

'I love you Ian,’ he returned after a pause. It still took him a moment sometimes. Ian knew why and he didn’t mind.

-

'Rose, why have we been called in today?’ Ian asked his daughter.

'I don’t know Daddy,’ she said truthfully.

'What have you done? You hit someone? You mouth off?’ Mickey fired the questions at her.

'I don’t think so,’ their six year old replied.

'How can you not know? Has your fist been in someone’s face or not?’ Mickey demanded.

Ian took his hand to calm him down. ‘Rose, whatever it is, we won’t be mad. You can tell us anything. We’ll work through it, as a family,’ he told her. Mickey made an odd sound from next to him. ‘You ok?’ he murmured. Mickey nodded, not looking at him.

She thought for a moment. ‘I really can’t think what I’ve done, I promise,’ she told Ian, her eyes wide with worry.

'Ah, you must be Rose’s parents?’ came a cheerful voice from behind them.

'Yes. I’m Ian,’ he said, extending his hand, smiling brightly. He knew they had to get off on the right foot before facing whatever it was that Rose had done.

'Mickey,’ he said, also shaking the woman’s hand.

'Pleasure. I’m Miss Cooper, Rose’s teacher,’ she introduced herself, 'thank you for taking the time to come here today,’ she said, sitting behind her desk.

'Of course, it’s no trouble,’ Mickey said carefully, trying not to curse.

'Well let’s get right to it, shall we? Rose is doing so well. I’m thrilled with the progress she’s been making,’ she told them. Ian and Mickey were stunned.

'She’s not in trouble?’ Ian asked uncertainly.

'Of course not! Gosh is that what you thought this was? No, not at all!’ the teacher reassured them.

Rose was grinning up at her fathers, triumphant.

'Here is a story she wrote, it’s just wonderful…and they’ve been building robots in art class, hers is that purple one on the table behind you. And these are her workbooks - almost perfect scores in math quizzes and spelling tests. And Rose, tell your dads what you did in history yesterday!’

'I recited all the Presidents, in order,’ she said proudly.

'You make them learn that?’ Ian asked incredulously.

'No, not when they’re six! She just knew. Must have learned it of her own free will,’ Miss Cooper explained, smiling at Rose.

Ian read what his daughter had written, carefully and neatly in soft pencil, telling the story six children living in a house with no parents. On the last page she’d drawn them. A tall girl in shorts with messy dark hair, two boys of equal height, one in jeans, the other with a solid crayoned block of orange hair, a girl with a ponytail and red lipstick, a boy with no hair holding a baseball bat, and on the floor at the end was a toddler wearing a nappy. His fingers traced the red haired figure. He looked at her, a lump in his throat. ‘This is great,’ he told her softly. Rose smiled and silently pointed to the corner of the page. She’d drawn a little house with one window. A girl with a nose ring and pink streaked hair was what first caught his eye. Next to her was a shorter figure, a boy with a shock of black hair in a tank top. They were staring longingly at the big family above them. Ian felt his eyes tearing up and then he just hugged his little girl as hard as he could. ‘I love you,’ he told her.

'Ok,’ she said. The adults all laughed.

-

'Did you hear that?’ Mickey said, putting down his coffee mug.

'Hear what?’ Ian asked. Another scream.

'That,’ Mickey told him.

'Shit,’ said Ian, running upstairs, Mickey behind. 'Rose? What happened?’

The bathroom door unlocked and Rose came out, still in her pyjamas. She looked pretty shaken. ‘Um. Nothing,’ she said, averting her eyes.

'You were screaming. I thought you were six weeks old again, never mind sixteen,’ Ian said her. He still couldn’t believe how long it had been.

'I said it’s nothing. Please let me go to my room. Please,’ she said quietly.

'Fine. Go. You can tell us whenever you’re ready?’ Mickey called after her. She shook her head and shuffled off. He turned to Ian. 'You think she’s pregnant?’ he whispered. Ian hadn’t even thought of that. But Mickey had grown up with Mandy. He shrugged, glancing after his daughter. Then he saw. He nudged Mickey. There was blood streaked on her pyjamas. As soon as she was in her room, Mickey groaned, looking terrified. This had been his worst fear sixteen years ago and it still lingered.

'Ian I can’t. What the fuck do we do? I don’t - what are you doing?’ Ian was going into their bedroom and opening the closet.

'Fiona gave me these back when Rose was thirteen or so. I put them away and forgot about them…I figured she had to have started by now, you know? Just figured it out on her own and not told us. We should’ve done something. How could we have been so fucking careless?’

'We kept putting it off. And I think we were in denial that she was growing up. But yeah. We should've…I don’t know, something.’

'I’m doing something now,’ Ian said, heading towards Rose’s bedroom. He knocked. 'Can I come in? You decent?’ he asked gently. Mickey was trying to pull him away furiously. 'We can’t avoid this anymore Mick,’ Ian told him as they entered. She was sitting on her bed, laptop open. Ian gently closed the lid and sat beside her. But before he could say anything, Mickey began.

'Rose. What’s happening is totally normal. It happens every month. You can use these, they’re called tampons, or there’s towels. If these aren’t right, here’s twenty dollars, you can buy whichever kind you need. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this sooner. We love you,’ he said, speaking very quickly to a stunned Rose, and then got up to leave.

'Oh my god! Oh my god, no!’ Rose shrieked from the bed. 'That’s not why - you guys thought - oh my god!’ she said, laughing uncontrollably.

'Your - pyjamas,’ Mickey said, confused and awkward. She blushed.

'Shit, sorry,’ she muttered. Her turn to be embarrassed. 'I was screaming because…I can’t say,’ she told them.

'Rose, are you pregnant?’ Ian asked her, automatically returning to their earlier assumption. She laughed.

'Seriously?’ she asked, gesturing to the boxes of tampons. Ian sighed at his stupidity. 'Besides, I’m seeing a girl right now,’ she said casually.

Her fathers stared at each other.

'Why didn’t you tell us before?’ Ian asked.

'I wasn’t sure. I’m still not,’ she explained. She shrugged. 'It was a…surprise, when it all happened. I like her a lot. I don’t know if it’s just her or if it’s girls. I like guys a lot too. I’m trying not to get too caught up in it,’ she told them.

Mickey stared at his daughter. This girl who reminded him of himself in so many ways. But she had accepted herself and she was more certain of her heart at sixteen than he had been back then, and later. And she had better parents than him. He’d prove it, he knew, as he went to hold her.

'I’m so proud of you,’ he said.

Rose hugged her father back. She knew his life had not been easy, but she didn’t know the full story. There were questions she’d asked over the years that had been met with awkward attempts to shy away from the truth until eventually she’d just stopped asking. She knew they were both covered in scars. She knew she only had one set of grandparents. The picture she had in her head of her parents’ lives was in bits and pieces. Maybe one day they’d tell her everything, maybe they wouldn’t. Ultimately she didn’t care. She knew they loved her, she knew they did. Nothing was ever faked in their house and nothing was ever hidden. Well. She was going to hide their surprise anniversary party that Lip had just told her about on the phone. But nothing else.

'Is something burning?’ she asked after a moment.

'The pancakes!’ Mickey exclaimed, bounding out of the bedroom and thundering down the stairs to save their breakfast.

Ian laughed. ‘Breakfast foods,’ he said simply. ‘Are you ok?’ he asked her seriously.

'Yeah. I’m good,’ she told her father, smiling.

He ruffled her hair. ‘It really is ok, you know? To be confused, I mean. You have the right parents for it,’ he said, smiling. She nodded. Ian kissed the top of her head and turned to leave.

'I really love you guys a lot, ok?’ she called out. Ian smiled. She didn’t say it often. She was like Mickey that way.

He nodded. ‘I know. Love you too,’ he said, closing the door.

'Thanks for the twenty bucks!’ she yelled as he walked downstairs. Ian grinned to himself as he entered the kitchen to see Mickey scraping black discs from the hot plate.

'Gonna have to start a new batch,’ he said.

Ian went up behind him and snaked his hands around his waist, kissing his neck. ‘I know it wasn’t needed, but what you said up there was amazing.’

Mickey leaned into his touch. ‘It felt really…parent-y, you know? I never - I never thought I’d get to have that,’ he murmured.

'I can’t believe the boy who wouldn’t let me kiss him twenty years ago is still with me now,’ Ian said. 'Hell, has a kid with me.’

'Not so much of a kid anymore though, is she,’ Mickey said. 'And I still can’t believe I ever stopped myself from doing this,’ he turned around and kissed Ian. They were familiar with each others lips now, but their hearts still jolted like they did when they shared their first kiss in that driver’s seat.

'I love you, Gallagher’ Mickey told him. Ian smiled. No hesitation now.

-

//The end.//

My Friend Didn’t Fuck Up But He Sure Felt Like He Fucked Up!!

So, my Australian friend though he had food poisoning. It went away, but came back a few days later. Then it went away and came back. He thought he was giving himself food poisoning. He’s a baker. He bakes for a living. The idea that he was inadvertently giving himself food poisoning is kind of incredulous. He told me about being sick with food poisoning and I told him that he needed to get himself to a doctor.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one. Apparently several of our mutual friends harassed and harangued him about seeing a doctor. Then one day he was bent over, and when he stood up he got super light headed and he realized… that’s not right. Perhaps I ought take myself to doctor.

So, he goes to the doctor and one thing leads to another and he spent about a week in the icu and woke up intubated (with a tube down his throat.). When he came too they told him that he has an acute form of leukemia that hadn’t quite blown up into full blown cancer.

They put him on the good shit and they were talking about chemo and all this stuff. Well, apparently in Australia they consider chemo something that will sterilize ya, so they require you to *ahem* make a deposit incase the chemo does sterilize you.

So, my friend makes his initial deposit, and couple days later he had to go back and make another deposit.  He walked into the waiting room and a nurse came out to take a peek at him. She left, and another nurse came out to give him a once over. Then a couple of doctors came out and looked at him. (* he was still fully clothed. they weren’t taking a gander at his nads*).

At this point he’s starting to feel a liiittle uncomfortable with all the nurses and doctors gathering in the now full, once vacant waiting room that are just giving him a once over.

Finally one takes him in the office and they said. “We’re sorry abou  that… well.. we’re just going to show you some numbers. Here’s the statistical average of your normal healthy males viable sperm count. (it was like 61% or something). Here’s the statistical average of viable sperm in a person with your illness. (it was on the low end, like 16-26% or something). Here’s the average survival rate of the healthy persons sperm after being frozen. (It was like 45%) And here’s your numbers. 89% viable sperm. 65% survival rate after being frozen. 100% chance of ivf success.”

And he’s like, clasping his hands in his lap, shrugging his shoulder, being generally really REALLY embarrassed.

And she was like “we were just curious what you looked like… with these numbers… even with you being sick and all… “

When he told me the story he was like “I don’t think they are going to destroy my samples when it’s all said and done. I think they are going to run tests on them. I mean, they are going to have me sign a waver, but… i don’t think they WANT to destroy my samples”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I said “Yes, in 20 years Australia is going to have an Army of Bakers that excel at video games. AND THE WORLD WILL TREMBLE WITH FEAR!!”

TL;DR He didn’t fuck up, but he sure felt like he did. 

Also, DON’T FUCK THE BAKERS IN AUSTRALIA! DON’T HUG THEM! DON’T HIGH FIVE THEM! THEY HAVE SUPER SPECIAL SPERM AND THEY WILL IMPREGNATE YOU WITHOUT EVEN TRYING!!

anonymous asked:

1/2 Regarding their on-stage interaction: I really do think at this point they need to rectify it pronto as it's just standing out more now than ever and not in the way MM wants it to. If I was a new fan of 1D and checked out their recent concert videos I'd notice that Louis has touched, hugged, joked with every single member of his band except one. I'd conclude he didn't like that member. If I then found out that he recently went to said person's 21st and flew 14 hours alone with him I'd be

2/2 confused. Even more so if I found out they used to live together? Then if I did a simple google search with both of their names I would find out about years worth of rumours about them being together that have never died down. At which point I would probably suss that something was definately up. Really, they stick out like sore thumbs doing their avoidance dances, and the off stage narrative does not correlate with the on stage one. Leading to automatic suspicion

It is SO obvious, I think that’s how a lot of people are coming in.  It looks SO suspicious.  My followers spike with every seeding event.

anonymous asked:

If I ever, ever in a million years meet Louis, I might not even be able to speak, I'd probably just somehow communicate i would like a long hug and then try to tell him how much I love and appreciate him, and how his voice is one of my favorite things in the world to listen to, and that I hope he has/had a wonderful day and that I hope good things to come in the future. And I'd thank him for everything...

HONESTLY i feel like i would probably not even approach him, but if i ever did, i would just tell him how incredible and important he is and how much his voice adds to one direction and how lucky the world is to have him. if louis tomlinson is standing in front of you and your first instinct is to talk about anyone other than him, you seriously need to shut the fuck up. and before antis bitch, we get pissed when people ask louis and harry about each other and about larry too, so this isn’t just a ‘don’t ask about the girlfriend/baby’ thing. it’s a FOCUS ON LOUIS HIMSELF WHEN HE IS IN FRONT OF YOU AND BE RESPECTFUL INSTEAD OF INVASIVE thing.

Red.

anonymous asked:

did he remember you??? tell us everything i'd love to hear!!

he did! I was actually gazing adoringly at some cupcakes and I felt someone looking at me and I looked at him and he smiled and I was like I KNOW YOU!!!!!! and he was like “yeah!” and gave me a hug

what a sweet dude

he remembered me and was really confused why I was in Cleveland (“This is so surreal, why are you here?” “I live here!”)

anonymous asked:

imagine Lud and Feli getting into a fight and feli screams he wants a divorce and then there is silence between the two and then Lud starts crying and Feli's like “no baby, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. Stop crying.” And he like pulls him into a hug and kisses his forehead and cheeks and lips and nose and his hair and is like “nope, Calm down, I'm sorry. I'd never mean that.” Because he was just angry and he takes him out to dinner and and showers him in compliments and love.

aaaaaAAAAWWW 

You know it’s bad if Germany cries tbh you did bad if you made him cry