but not me exactly for once

“Try riding my horse cross country in a snaffle. You’ll probably die” “Id love for you to hop on my horse and ride him over 3’ fences in a snaffle” You guys, its going to take much more than one ride to bit down a horse. Getting on your horse and doing what you usually do in a stronger bit, but in a snaffle will set yourself and your horse up for failure. What part of “careful re-training” do we not understand here? The same goes for transitioning to bitless riding. You cant always just hop on your horse one day without a bit and expect your horse to understand you perfectly. When people do that, those are the people that claim “I tried it once and my horse hates it” or “I tried it once and my horse took off with me”. Careful re-training implies teaching the horse exactly what you mean when you use the tool, and if that means starting on the ground or starting in a smaller space like a round pen, so be it. Whatever it takes to set your horse up for success. DO NOT just assume that anyone can just jump on your horse with less severe tack than what he’s used to and ride him like you always do.

Hold Me

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request from anon: can you maybe write a sebastian x reader imagine where the reader and Seb are dating and the reader had been deployed to the army and comes back about a year later, but she happens to suffer from extreme PTSD? Please and Thank you!!

Warnings: not much really, not exactly graphic descriptions of panic(?) attacks, possibly triggering if you have PTSD, I’m not really sure. It’s more about getting better than the actual triggers?

Word Count: 1508

A/N: I do not suffer from PTSD, nor do I know many people who do. This is most likely not an accurate representation of what it is like to live with PTSD. I tried to keep the actual facts to a minimal and have it focus more on Seb helping the reader get through it rather than large descriptions and acts.? I hope this is what you were looking for.

Learn more about PTSD here, here and here. These helped me gain a better understanding of what having PTSD is like and also how to write about it.


One year, 2 months, 23 days ago

“Seb?” You walked into your bedroom the two of you now shared. He was lying on the bed, reading a script for one of his new movies.

“What’s up, babe?” He questioned, looking up and settling his eyes on yours.

You held up the letter you had in your hand and watched as Sebastian’s expression changed from cheery to as if it was the end of the world.

“You have to leave?” He placed the script down and sat up on the side of the bed. You went to join him.

“I didn’t think it would actually happen, but yes. I have to leave.” You were happy that you were actually getting to serve your country for once, but leaving Sebastian, everything you had here behind, for God knows how long? You didn’t know if you could deal with that.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”

“I know, Seb, I know.”

Present Day

You unlocked the front door to your house. It had this sweet, fresh smell you never realised you would miss. Taking a deep breath, you stepped in cautiously. You hadn’t seen Sebastian in over a year, you don’t know what could have changed. You hoped nothing had, but you never know. The smell of cinnamon hit you the further you walked into your home. “Sebastian?” You called out, wondering if he was home.

“I’m in the kitchen, doll.” You heard him shout. You had managed to tell him you’d be back home sometime today.

You walked to the kitchen after dropping your rucksack of little possessions they had allowed you to take with you in the lounge. You saw Sebastian finishing up hot chocolate, sprinkling cinnamon and chocolate on the whipped cream. “I made your favourite,” Sebastian smiled a warm smile at you and your heart melted as if it was the first time all over again.

You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. He smelled like his favourite cologne, a familiar smell to you. His strong arms wrapped around you, holding you in an embrace for longer than you’d expected.

“[Y/N], are you okay?” He asked, bringing a hand up to stroke your now quite short hair. They made you cut it for being in the field, you hated it but it was for safety reasons.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You felt fine, you were fine on the ride here, and on the plane. You knew some soldiers got a little panicky and whatnot after being out on the field for a long time, but you didn’t get that way that often.

Sebastian pulled away from you, his steel blue eyes locking to yours. He furrowed his brow slightly as if he was studying you, looking for change. “I was just making sure,” he said gently, before handing you your hot chocolate. You took a sip of it, the warmth melting right into your cold body. Sebastian laughed when you pulled the mug away from your mouth, leaving cream sitting on the tip of your nose. He wiped it away before kissing you gently on your forehead. Oh, how you missed that.

You and Sebastian sat for hours talking about the past year. He told you about the success of the Martian and Civil War and all about the new projects he was working on. It made you feel ten times happier to see him still so happy and as smiley as ever.

“Listen, you have to watch them. I’ll show you them tomorrow. Matt is insane in his role, and Civil War? Don’t get me started on that.” Sebastian laughed, you think. You found yourself spacing out slightly. You didn’t know whether it was just from lack of sleep or the hot chocolate or something else.

“Are you sure you’re okay, [Y/N]?” Sebastian questioned, laying his hand on your shoulder. But you jumped at the action and he pulled his hand away. You didn’t know what came over yourself.

“Yeah,” you started. “I think.”

He looked at you sympathetically, reaching to hold your hand. “Being on the battlefield can do strange things to people. You might get PTSD.”

“Don’t be silly, Seb.” Though now that he mentioned it, you realised it was possible. And you knew that. The thought terrified you.

“How about we go to bed? It’s getting late anyway and I think the rest could do you some good.” Maybe some sleep would do you good. You hadn’t really slept in a proper bed in over a year.

“Okay,” you said quietly.

You drifted into slumber whilst resting on Sebastian’s chest. You focused on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, you found that eased you and helped calm you down more. Sebastian’s warm arm around you gave you security, something you craved after so long.

You woke suddenly, jolting right up from your spot in the best. You were covered in sweat. You looked over at Sebastian to make sure you didn’t wake him. Walking over to your en-suite bathroom, you made sure not to make a noise. You leant over the sink in the brightly lit room, squinting slightly at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t remember much, but you knew you had a nightmare. The sound of gunshots still rang through your ears, vague shouting. You ran the cold water and splashed in in your face a few times, trying to rid yourself of the awful feeling you now had in your stomach.

“[Y/N]?” Sebastian called. You sighed, you hoped not to wake him up.

“Yeah?” You called back, trying not to sound as exasperated as you were.

“Why are you up?” He brought himself to the door of the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe. You tried to focus on anything but the strong frame that stood in front of you.

“I just –“ you froze. You couldn’t think of a reason. “I had a nightmare,” you said in a defeated tone.

“Come here,” Sebastian said, opening his arms for you to fall into. You found yourself crying into his chest and his grip tightened on you. You didn’t know what was happening to you. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”


Fourth of July was tomorrow. You were dreading it. You didn’t like fireworks at the best of times, too noisy for your liking, but you didn’t know how it would affect you now.

“Okay, I have it all planned out. We’re gonna stay here,” Sebastian said excitedly.

“I like the sound of it already,” you laughed at him.

“I’m gonna get pizza and champagne.”

“That’s an odd combination, I hope that works.”

“It’ll work,” he grinned at you, placing a light kiss on your cheek before getting up from the sofa.


Fireworks are beautiful you realised. They’re bright, colourful, used for celebration. But you froze the second you heard them. Eyes wide, heart rate speeding up. You tried blocking it out yet you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t focus on the words Sebastian was speaking to you, only the sound of the fireworks sounding like gunshots on a battlefield. You were knocked out of your trance when he set his hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, your eyes glossed over with oncoming tears. Holding you closely, he rocked you gently back and forth, trying to calm you.

You didn’t want to close your eyes for fear you’d see flashbacks. That would only make things worse. Instead, you focused on the rhythm of the movement. You focused on how to drain out the noise by listening for small details in your home. The tick of a clock, the sound of Sebastian’s heart. Anything to stop you from thinking about the noise. He hummed gently and he rocked you back and forth, slowly lulling you to sleep. You didn’t think that was possible right now but he made you feel safe, like there was nothing to worry about in the entire world.


It had been months now and it wasn’t getting much better, in fact, you could say it had gotten worse. You had seen a doctor about it, but there wasn’t a lot he could do. He taught you how to calm yourself in a situation and what to do if you found yourself stuck. You needed to find ways of your own to help you get better since every person had it differently. You always knew you could count on Sebastian, though. Whenever you had an attack or were jaded by a situation, he would come to you, and do little things that would make everything seem better. Hold your hand, place an arm around you. He would even sing you to sleep after a nightmare.

Without Sebastian, you don’t know how much worse it could have been, if you would be in a better place than you were. But now, thanks to him and many other contributions, you’re slowly becoming yourself again.


Tagging: @23aprliee @pretentiousaf @shamvictoria11 @pickylittlebitch @sebastianstanismyobsession @infinity1321 @woahstan @avahodge 

Reasons that Kasey (aka @thewintergdragon) totally sucks:

  • Kinkshamed me once. It was awful. I’m still not over it.
  • Is from Florida
  • Was incapable of grasping the true beauty and intelligence behind HELLO BI+CHES
  • She wished Samantha a happy birthday but not me
  • I mean I didn’t exactly TELL her when my birthday was but I mean she should have just known. Gawsh.

Reasons that Kasey doesn’t totally suck:

  • She supported me so much during the Pulse night club shootings. That actually meant the world to me.
  • Actually I’m still in the closet for the most part, so she was basically the only one who supported me
  • Sometimes she’s funny. Not often, but sometimes.
  • Sometimes I get really strange headcannons (like all of YG fam being mermaids, who’s a sub and who’s a dom, etc.) and she doesn’t automatically block me for sharing them with her at 3 in the morning
  • I haunt her ask box on anon a lot and she doesn’t totally mind
  • This would be a good time for me to tell you that the button on your blog that says ‘Home’ actually just circles around back to your inbox. I should know.
  • For such an ugly personality, she is a pretty pretty girl
  • Okay, she doesn’t REALLY have an ugly personality. I’m just saying that cuz I’m spiteful.
  • In fact, she is very supportive and friendly when she wants to be
  • She has more faith in my karate than I do
  • Is super duper smart and takes really advanced classes in school, and she should be proud of herself for that
  • So happy birthday, Kasey!!! You deserve the world!!!
  • But ur still gross!!!

Originally posted by jiyongified

Was told I could show up an hour later for training today than I did yesterday which means only five hours at work today like wow???? Even being there for six hours yesterday was so surreal and I felt like I had just gotten there when I left and once my normal hours start I’ll only be there for four hours. Wow????? Also my manager let me leave exactly when she said she would yesterday which is baffling to me because I was 100% expecting her to make me stay later just because but she kept her word ALSO WOW.

anonymous asked:

You have killed me, you have killed me dead with the loveliness of your story. I am simultaneously jealous of you and your husband, completely swoony and willing to fight anything or anyone who would threaten it (not that anything would, you guys are obviously perfect for eachother). Thank you so much for your story, it was absolutely beautiful and made my day :)

Aw, I didn’t mean to kill you! But you’re welcome? :) I’m glad I helped make your day a little better!

I’ll add here that, although it’s so strange to think about now, when I first knew Troy, he wasn’t someone I ever imagined dating, at ALL. I even had a conversation once with someone about how he was a great friend but not the type of guy I’d go for. HA. Hahaha. Fast forward several months to me happily eating crow. (Which is to say, you sometimes find exactly what you need and want in the most unexpected places.)

something: *not going exactly how i had planned for it*
my anxiety: okay…but let me Just…think of a few of the worst possible scenarios in the universe, that have very little likelihood of happening at all, and assume they’re all happening all At Once

Some Of The Best Hetalia Lines In The History Of Ever™

“I’M IN NORTH AFRICA RIGHT NOW AND I CAN’T TIE MY SHOELACES”

“Please close your legs.”
“I WANT THE CAMERA TO GET MY BEST SIDE.”

“Am I Catholic or Protestant?…God, I don’t know…”

“Oh thanks a million, next time why don’t you just stab me in the chest wITH A SPATULA”

“Wow I look exactly like you, a big douche-bag.”

“CHECK IT BEFORE YOU WRECK IT”

“Winter can suck my jingle bells!”

“YOU CAN’T GOOGLE THINGS IN 1942 YOU ASSHAT”

“I once killed a man with his own mustache and a grape.”

“EAT LEAD, YOU POTATO SUCKING BITCH!”

“My milkshakes bring all the boys–” “TO HELL WITH YOUR MILKSHAKES”

“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD”

pingtheawesome  asked:

There used to be a quote out there that I read once that you might be able to relate to. I'm not sure who exactly said it and how it went, but it did go something like this: "Voting for the lesser of two evils is not democracy. It is the death of it." That always stuck with me and seems to really say something about our current candidates from the two parties. What do you think about the quote and its relation to the two candidates?

Ah, the “lesser of two evils” twaddle.

Let’s try math:

–there are 320,000,000 people in the United States. They are of a plethora of races, ethnicities, family and other backgrounds, ideologies, experiences, interests, fantasies, information levels and other distinctions that are virtually infinite in permutation. 

–Of those 320,000,000 people, the sum total of 1 can be President of the United States at any given moment.

–For reasons far too numerous to list here, there are two major political parties in the United States that nominate candidates for the office of President who have a credible chance of seeing their nominee elected to office. Hence the choice matrix for President of the United States credibly available to the 320,000,000 Americans is 2.

–every 4 years, people complain that in the infinite complexity of possible permutations of Americans’ political preferences, they didn’t get exactly what they want, and thus have to vote for the “lesser of two evils.”

Democracy survives because we compromise, not because we get everything we want. The demand to get everything we want is the demand of a child.

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I just wanted to give back a little to say thank you for tumblr being such a wonderful community which I have learned so much from and best of luck to all of you lovely people!! Xx 

What tears me apart the most is that I know exactly how much you don’t care. Because I’ve been in your place once, when I broke another heart and knowing that the indifference I felt then is what you feel towards me now is what destroys me every single time.
—  itsczarine7
heart eyes!jungkook

you guys can blame @jikook-love for this one. she gifted me so i had to give something in return. AND @kurooozora made me suffer so…suffer with me. lets get started; 

Originally posted by yoongiggles

so like, if you think im gonna pass up the opportunity to post this gif, think again. bc this is like the definition of heart eyes. 

multiple angles are needed to REALLY get a feel for this moment. look at jungkook’s face. look at it. hes so in love

ok i know this isnt exactly heart eyes but like go watch the video. jungkook takes out confetti from jimin’s hair. watch seokjin’s reaction to them. he’s so DONE. 

^ the vid. im losing focus here.

HE CANT CONTROL HIS FACE. seeing jimin laugh makes him smile and im just…askdnaksd

LOOK AT JUNGKOOK’S FACE. 

look how happy he is. urgh.

so basically, this ship reduced me to a complete mess.

i will take every opportunity to post this vine. seokjin is once again thirdwheeling and as usual he looks so done. i cant blame the guy.

*sobs in a corner*

you know what kills me? the fact that jungkook tries so hard to make jimin smile and then is SO PLEASED when he manages to get a laugh out of jimin. 

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

the huge smile he gets on his face when he makes jimin laugh keeps me up at night.

arm wrestling? no. just an excuse to hold hands.

he loves teasing jimin.

(x) i dont even know.

Originally posted by superficious

i have to stop myself somewhere. 

up next; maybe more hovering!jungkook or jungkook teasing jimin. 

Sprouts 03// BLESSING

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”  
 ―    Epicurus

Keep reading

Aries Roast

Aries sun: “It’s all about me” is a joke only you think is funny. We’re all sick of it, and also sick of your profoundly dramatic stories of personal growth.

Aries Moon: I don’t care how independent you think you are, the moment you get hurt, you turn into a large infant that we don’t want to take care of.

Aries Mercury: I talked to an Aries Mercury once. Oh wait, they interrupted me and also now I’m deaf.

Aries Venus: Feeling entitled to fashion, food, and pretty people only works if you’re a celebrity. News flash: you’re not.

Aries Mars: We all want to know exactly how often you get laid. You’re the best, right? Definitely not a hothead with zero longevity.

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So I had so much fun with the Nextgen doodles I did that I did a poll on DA to see if anyone would be interested in seeing more of it from me. It seemed the answer was yes. o3o

Sooooo that’s exactly what I did. The siblings of the previous batch of NextGen designs! I didn’t include Spike and Sweetie Belle’s kid mainly because I haven’t designed the character yet, so this will be updated when I do. Until then, the ships featured once again are as follows:

RariTwi
AppleDash
PinkieShy
Dislestia


And now for some info on these fellows:

1) Raritwi2
The second daughter of Twilight Sparkle and Rarity, my favorite ship! I think it’s because they’re my favorite ship that their kids are the easiest for me to design; this little gal ended up being quick to design and just as fun as her sister. I’ve actually already have a name for her too: Andromeda,; she got the name because the darker part of her pelt has white dots that look a lot like stars. She’s also made to look more like Twilight than her sister, who looks like a rough 50/50 mix of their parents. I think I’m actually gonna make Andromeda the older of the two, although only by like 4 years or so.

2) Appledash2
The second pair of fraternal twins of Applejack and Rainbow Dash! Did you know that while identical twins are not genetic, Fraternal twins are? Rainbow Dash is the one who’d carried the pair’s first two broods, and while she herself doesn’t have any siblings, fraternal twins actually run in her family. She was just super lucky to have two pairs in two separate occasions. These two are named as well! The blue one (a colt) is named Spring Blossom while his twin sister is named Summer Harvest (although he calls her “fox-foot” sometimes). Their current age is their younger versions and they’re at least 8-10 years younger than their elder siblings. The scar on Spring’s face in the older version of him is the result of the same accident that Winter Gale lost her wing in. He’s blind in that eye and often wears an eyepatch to keep it hidden, but will eventually take to simply leaving it off.

3) Pinkieshy2
The daughter of Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy! This little lady has herself a name too: Primrose! Whereas Pinkie was the one to carry Custard Pie, Fluttershy’s the one who carried Primrose to term. I wanted her to take more to the “deer-like” body-type than even Fluttershy did, hence the large ears, slender muzzle and head, and cloven hooves (that comes from Pinkie’s side of the family). I’d imagine Pinkie and Fluttershy wanting a large family, so these two are only the start of their ever-growing brood. A little fun fact: Pinkie calls her “Sweet Pea” and Fluttershy calls her “Sweet Nose” because of her little marking on her snout. ^.^

4) Dislestia2
The son of Discord and Celestia: his name is Aelius, which roughly means “sun”. With his design I still kept “when order meets chaos” in mind but I wanted it to be a little ironic, I guess. Whereas Vega looks like a hybrid through and through, Aelius looks like a pony who has the body structure of a draconequus. He’s a very sweet lad: his family loves him to death but Vega’s the one who spoils him rotton. They call him “their little Sunshine” while he likes to call his favorite big sibling “Fluffy” due to all of their hair. x3 He is currently a cub, so he’ll be at least 12 years younger than Vega.
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Aaand yup, those are the second batch! I’m having fun with these; I’ll definitely be doing more of other ships I actually like. :3 But first order of business: giving the elder ones cutie marks (if applicable at least) and a solid personality. As soon as I figure some of that out I’ll be uploading their individual bios and such in the gallery, but until then, feel free to ask questions and as always, thank you guys so much for your imput as well as taking a look! ^.^

anonymous asked:

hey! do you have any good larry high school AUs? thnxxx

I’ll give you some of the classic’s™ ( my favorites😭 ).

BABY HEAVEN’S IN YOUR EYES

Summary:

AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

GIVE ME A CHANCE

Summary:

au. Louis gets bullied a lot. Harry’s captain of the football team.

GODS AND MONSTERS
Summary:
The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.

NICOTINE
Summary:
“We’re two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we’d never date.” Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

UNBELIEVERS
Summary:
The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

TO BE LOVED(And to be in love)
Summary:
or the one where Louis’s popular, Harry’s not and they bond by trying to get their friends together while accidentally matchmaking the entire school.

  • Theo:C'mon Draco! You know the drill! If I'm going to teach you how to use Occlumency you have to at least try not to let me inside your head!
  • Draco:It's not that simple!! And It's not exactly fair that you're going to know all my memories when I know none of yours!
  • Theo:You wouldn't if you did your part and damn well tried!
  • Draco:Just let me try Legilimency on you, JUST ONCE! Then I think I'll feel the playing field is even.
  • Theo:You really want in my head?
  • Draco:Yep. I think it will help.
  • Theo:Fine. But be warned... You may end up being found in a dark corner, sucking your thumb wishing that you hadn't looked...
  • Draco:It can't be THAT bad Theo.
  • Theo:Blaise thought the same thing...
  • Draco:Is that why he had those nightmares!?
  • Theo:[nods] what can I say? I've seen some shit.
The Surgery - Part Two - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Anonymous said to rogerthat-bucky: Hey for the prompts can you do Sebastian Stan and number 1?

24. “That’s… Not mine?”

(PART ONE)

Sebastian had stuck to his word and been with you through every step of the way. You needed to remain in the hospital for another day and he came in once again to keep you company. You mostly played cards seen as there wasn’t exactly much you could do in such a dull hospital.

For a short while you did complain to Sebastian about how he should be on the set of his latest movie and not in a gross hospital with you. To which he asked, “if I ended up in hospital would you be here with me?”

“Of course,” you’d replied without a second thought. This made Sebastian get a rather smug lug on his face as he got cocky about proving a point. You dropped the subject after that, returning to playing cards and kicking Sebastian’s arse as you did so.

When it got to day three you were finally able to return home and Sebastian had decided he would be the one to take you home. For some reason he decided you were incapable of walking and so he carried you everywhere; you tried not to complain too much, realising you were quite lucky to be the girl in Sebastian’s arms, there were probably thousands of women who wanted to be in your position.

“What’s the plan, Stan?” You quipped, giggling at your own rhyme as Sebastian entered the flat with you pressed against his chest.

The two of you had earned a look from the bitter old lady that lived across from you; Sebastian had never had the displeasure of meeting her before and so he was unprepared for the snarl she sent him after he wished her a good afternoon. You simply rushed to unlock the door with your key and push it open so that Sebastian could get in and away from from Beatrice. You didn’t want the situation to escalate like it had done in the past with her, it seemed she always had a rant prepared.

Seb placed you down on the couch and then went back to shut the door, “is it just me or is that woman a real cliche?” He muttered, obviously feeling a little stung that a complete stranger had been so rude to him for no good reason.

“Um excuse me,” you hummed disapprovingly at him, taking his attention away from his thoughts on the bitter old lady, “don’t ignore my amazing rhyme crime.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, though you sensed that the apology had no meaning. Rather than proceeding to praise the amazing rhyme, he started moving around your flat. He went into the kitchen and checked what food you had; he went and got you a couple of blankets whilst also managing to carry about five pillows. He busied himself with getting you into a comfortable position.

Once he was finished, he looked to marvel at his work. Though from your point of view, you felt overly warm and stuffy thanks to the blankets he was drowning you under. “You know I don’t have a cold, right?” You asked, trying to get out from underneath all the blankets but struggling because your stitching would hurt every time you moved that part of your body.

“Oh, sorry,” he rushed whilst also being very gentle with sitting you up and getting all the blankets off. You thought it was kind of cute how panicked he got over something so small and the more evil side of you was tempted to create more situations just to see that adorable expression of worry again.

“The plan,” he began, calmer once you’d gotten in a less painful situation, “is takeaway and a movie. Seen as most of your foods gone off and, to be honest, I can’t cook all that well. Other than my prized cheese toastie but obviously you’re not a fan.”

You nodded, agreeing with his statement about the lack of cooking abilities he possessed. “You can have the honour of picking a movie then, seen as you won’t let me walk.”

“I could carry you,” he suggested, a smirk forming on his lips.

You shook your head, “i’m good,” you then kicked his butt in order to push him to get up and pick a movie, and also to get away from the subject. Whilst you could appreciate that being in Sebastian’s arms is a pretty amazing position to be in, you just felt so useless (and rather embarrassed) because you couldn’t walk a short distance.

He had to leave for a moment to go into your bedroom which is where all your dvd’s were. He was gone for about three minutes when he returned with a large collection of DVD’s and they all had one thing in common. Seb sent you a judgemental look as he allowed you to read the titles. “Barbie movies, really?”

“That’s… not mine?” Seb simply gave you another look which stated: ‘I don’t believe you’ very loud and very clear. Your shoulders visibly deflated at the realisation that Sebastian knew you were lying. “They were good when I was a kid, okay? I found a massive pack in a store and… splurged.”

“Okay,” rather than returning to your bedroom and picking a different film, he instead put in Barbie Rapunzel and then sat with you.  

The entire time your mouth had just fallen open and remained that way until he came to rest beside you. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, now scootch up so that I can sit down.” You ended up positioned in his lap as the both of you laid on the couch, atop a mass of pillows.

Takeaway ended up being forgotten about as an accidental Barbie marathon began, it was mostly just the two of you snuggled up making adult jokes about a childhood movie. Laughing hurt, but with Sebastian the pain was worth it. It got to one in the morning when you started feeling tired and so you turned away from the TV and snuggled into Sebastian’s chest.

“Want me to take you to bed?” His actions went against his words as he placed a blanket over the two of you and wrapped his arms around your waist, securing you onto the couch.  

You shook your head, “no,” you whispered, your voice coming out gentle and heavy. “Let’s just stay here.”

This was the first time you’d slept with Sebastian in the same ‘bed’ as you, and it was nice. He only let out quiet snores, and his body heat against yours didn’t overheat you like it had with past partners. You just wish it could have lasted, but a few hours later, at around six in the morning, you were woken up by incomprehensible pain.

It was weird, you’d fallen asleep feeling cool and serene, yet you woke up a complete mess; everything was hazy because of the mix of sleep and pain, your stitches burnt with pain and you felt a cold sweat all around your body. You were so out of it when you woke up that you started thrashing against Sebastian.

This action drove him to wake up in a panic and arms instinctively lifted off of you, causing you to fall harshly onto the (thankfully) carpeted floor. You heard Sebastian release multiple curse words, some of which you believe were said in another language, and then you were picked up and put back onto the couch. “Y/N? Speak to me baby, are you okay?”

“My stitching hurts. Pain killers.” It was hard for you to speak as your mouth felt so dry. Sleeping on the couch had seemed like a good idea at the time but now you realise that you were very wrong. Not only that, but you’d also forgotten about your pain killers so the situation had worsened because of your stupidity. All this made you really grateful to have Sebastian there with you as he was quick to get your drugs and a glass of water. Once you’d consumed those, he began to lift up your shirt. “At least take me on a date first,” you giggled, though his serious exterior wasn’t cracked by your light heartedness, Seb was extremely worried about your wellbeing.

“I’m going to need to change your dressing, okay?” You nodded your head, leaving him to be serious as it was probably for the best whilst he handled your stitches.

It was a simple job, all he had to do was clean it, rub some cream onto it and then put a new dressing on. Yet, somehow, he managed to make it intensely sexual. It helped that he was extremely attractive, you supposed. He had this intense expression on his face as his cold fingers gingerly worked their way around your stitches. His other hand was placed flat against your belly and that alone was enough to make your brain go haywire.

By the end of the experience you were sat with your eyes closed and your lip being harshly bitten into. “Y/N,” he called to wake you out of your daydream, “time for bed.”

“Okay,” you swallowed, willingly allowing him to pick you up and take you to your bed. Once he’d placed you down onto the bed he went to leave but you were quick to grab his arm, “please stay.”

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@pyrohydriscence said: the campfire stories of Vox Machina

Long afterwards, they are remembered.

Title from “Jackrabbit” by San Fermin

Okay. Listen. This is a story of long ago, when the world was old and still untamed. Are you listening? Good.

Once, long ago, there lived a family. They were not exactly a family like you and me––though it is said two were of the same blood, and two were siblings by chance––but they were family none the less. They lived and fought and died together, and they loved each other, and that is the most important thing, in a family.

What? Oh, yes. I love you too, little one.

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I don’t think this is exactly what you were looking for, but this is what my muse is saying to me, so yeah.

Hiding

“Have you noticed that Riley and Lucas are partnering up a lot more on class assignments?” Zay asked the rest of his friends once afternoon at the bakery.

“Yeah he has some major evening up to do with me.” Maya smirked and Farkle rolled his eyes.

Zay looked to Maya, “Wouldn’t you rather have a guy not have to force himself to pay attention to you?”

Maya came over grabbed his shirt, “What do you mean?”

Zay felt the panic shoot through his body, “Just that, Lucas it seems has to force himself to pay attention to you when he would really much rather give it all to Riley.”

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EoS Theory

Okay but what if Aelin dies in EOS (yes, not Rowan, or Eidon but Aelin) , and Rowan and everyone else is gonna have to decide if they should destroy the wyrd keys or use them to go get Aelin, from that place where Nahemia was after she dies (Also Aelin/nahemiA reunion in the afterlife how cool) but yea in QoS Rowan said how he would go anywhere to get Aelin even the afterworld so I think that’s exactly what’s gonna happen. She’s going to die, Rowan is going to use the keys to get her back, and once she comes back she’s going to be given immortality, I’d like to mention that in CoM if my memory serves me right, Nehemiah told Dorian that she’d be back when she was needed so I think we’re definitively going to see her again and this is how. Everyone happy