but now i am somebody else

Marry Me? (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 1310

Prompt: Actually, this was inspired by a poem I read.

Poem–>  I am somebody else’s story. The girl who served their drink, the person they pushed past on a crowded street, the one who broke their heart. I have happened in so many places, to so many people—the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments. 

Yet never have I been bolder or brighter than I am with you. Not once have I ever felt so alive. Whatever vessel we pour ourselves into, mine is now overflowing, brimming with life. It is transcending into something new. 

Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love—love is you.

~Lang Leav, Lullabies

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I plan on posting an imagine every other day (and series every other day as well).

Warnings: Drinking

You worked in the local pub, serving any soldier that appeared in the bar, either the loyalist or the rebels. It was exhausting work, but you had to earn something for your family. Your father abandoned your mother and your siblings, because he didn’t want to be with someone that wanted to separate from the empire. So, your mother kicked him out of the house, although they were legally still married. You wondered why they never divorced, but didn’t question your mother about it. The topic of your father was a sensitive subject to talk about.

As you were serving up a drink for a regular, a group of four rowdy men entered the bar. You rolled your eyes, instantly knowing that they will be a hassle. Your boss told you to walk over and ask what they will like, but you refused. He glared at you, and you sighed. He always wanted you to walk over to the young men, to persuade them into buying more drinks. Apparently, your beauty enticed them to buy more. Still, you hated to use your body as a tool. You walked over to the men, and they seemed already drink, even though you didn’t offer any to them yet.

They were all rebels, wearing the navy blue instead of the annoying, bright red the loyalist wore. You cleared your throat.

“Excuse me, sirs. What would you like to drink?” The tallest one, with brown, curly hair pulled back into a bun looked at you, smiling.

“My amis, this beautiful, young lady is trying to ask what you would like to drink.” The shortest, his brown straight hair pulled back, grinned. He touched the one with a gray hat on his head, to get his attention.

“Oh, yes. Lafayette, why didn’t you tell us before? I would like…” They all told you their drink preferences, and you nodded. The last, though, seemed distracted. He was focused on a letter in his hands, and the one named Hamilton (you knew it from their small batter), pushed the man, and he looked up, shocked.

“Huh?” He mumbled, glancing back at paper. His hair was brown as well, but his tight curls were pulled back into a ponytail.

“Laurens, she’s asking you what you would like.” He looked up, his eyes finally meeting yours. You stared, your heart thumping. His face was full of freckles, and his smiled was mesmerizing. You had the urge to count every spot on his face.

What are you thinking, Y/N? Quit staring at him! You looked away.

“I can give you more time, if you would like sir.” You said, playing with your fingers. The corners of his mouth rose, and you wondered if his lips felt as soft as they looked.

“No need, miss…?” He waited for your name.

“Y/N.” You said. He held out his hand, and you placed yours on his. He kissed your fingers softly, and you blushed at the contact. You heard someone call your name, and you quickly pulled away. “I will be right up with your drinks, sirs.”

You turned and walked away quickly, to help another customer. As the red coat flirted with you, your mind kept on thinking about Laurens. You never felt this way about any of your patrons, so it was a foreign feeling. You grabbed him and his friends’ drinks, and walked over. Hamilton and Lafayette seemed to be poking fun with each other. You placed the alcohol on the table, bowing quickly before walking away.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/N.” You turned towards Laurens, and he motioned you over. You hesitated, thinking about your boss. He will be angry that you were staying at this table for so long.

Well, he did make you come over here in the first place. Technically, this would be his fault.

You walked towards Laurens. He pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down slowly. Although he was alluring, it would be unwise to let your guard down. You never knew what these men would do, since they haven’t seen a woman in such a long time. But when his kind, brown eyes met yours, there seemed to be no ill intent.

“Miss Y/N, I was wondering why a lady like you worked in a place like this?” He said, downing some of the alcohol. You debated on telling him the truth or not. His friends behind him glanced at both of you, smirks on their face.

“Sir, I don’t know you that well to tell you such information.” You said, and winced at your response. It seemed a bit harsh, and you immediately regretted it. He seemed unfazed by it, smiling at you.

“That’s true. Maybe after coming here a few times, you’ll tell me?” He was flirting, already setting up dates for you two. You smiled, staring at your hands. “Please do not look down, Miss Y/N. The world becomes brighter when I see that smile.” You looked at him, pink spreading on your cheeks. You couldn’t deny it, he was smooth. Sitting there with him, you felt more alive than you ever did before, and wished that you could spend more time with him.

But your boss was giving you an angry look, and you knew you had to leave the table. You stood up, rubbing your hands on your dress.

“Maybe if you bought a few more drinks, I’ll see you again.” This time he beamed, nodding.

“As many as it takes to see you smile again.” You giggled, walking away.

His promise was true. At least twice a week he would come to the bar, always asking for you. You two learned of each other’s past, relating to the problems that you both had with your family. He didn’t ask for you to court him, but it seemed like it already began. When you ended your shift, he would walk you home, your hands brushing against each other. Once night, though, he seemed distant, and his laughs and smiles were forced. You knew him well enough to tell something was wrong with him.

“John, what’s wrong? You’ve been distant all night.” He looked over at you, a sad smile forming on his face.

“The Battle of Yorktown. I’m leaving in two days.” You froze, and stopped walking. Although you two weren’t officially together, it seemed like he was breaking up with you. He saw your face drop, and he looked down. “I don’t want to leave you, Y/N. You’re the best thing that has happened to me.”

You smiled, touching his hand. His fingers entwined with yours, and he looked down at you.

“John Laurens, you better write letters to me. I’ll be waiting every day.” He laughed, and it made your heart flutter. You knew you loved him, but a small part of you thought he didn’t feel the same as you. He kissed your forehead, and you closed your eyes at the tender touch.

“Promise me you won’t die. Promise me you’ll come back.” You whispered. He placed his hand under your chin, and you looked up at him. He looked nervously, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours.

“I will promise the world to you Y/N. I’m not ready to leave you yet.” You smiled. He pulled you into a hug, and you hugged him back. He was shaking, and you whispered comforting words to calm him down. After a few minutes, he let go, staring at you. You never saw his eyes look so determined, so fixed on you.

“Marry me.” He whispered. The happiness on your face was indescribable, and you grinned widely. You couldn’t think of the right word, your mind filled with so many thoughts. Finally, you came up with a response.

“Okay.” He chuckled, and placed both hands on your head, crashing his lips onto yours.

The only call you are going to get from me is a couple months from now. I’ll be sitting on the floor in a bar bathroom at 2 am, drunk, and someone will have just got done butchering a Fall Out Boy song. In that second I’ll miss being in love with you but that will be it.
—  I’m sorry you hurt me so much

Momo: Right here where it says “put one slice” we heard “I am the Devil”

Mina: Did you save any of these satanic toasts?

Momo: Yes, I did save one because I wanted to make sure that somebody else would see it.

Momo: [holds up burn toast with SATAN LIVES engraved in it] Now this one, can you see it Mina? SATAN LIVES. It’s terrible.

Mina: Is the toaster still possessed?

Momo: We still have trouble off and on with it, yes.

Momo: [puts bread slice in toaster, struggles to push lever down] It seems to be aware I-

Toaster: [shoots up huge flame]

Mina: Why have you kept this toaster?

Momo: Well, Mina, you know… When all is said and done, it makes good toast.

Open When You’re Jealous

Dear El,

      Now why are you jealous, Elliott? You ought to know by now that you are the most wonderful guy that I know, and of course I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You mean everything to me, and I can’t imagine throwing all of this away for anybody. You are by far the most handsome, cutest, sweetest, most loving, most caring, best looking, most genuine, most AMAZING person I have ever met, let alone dated!! You could do so much better than me, but I am so blessed to have this chance with you, love. So you never have to worry about me leaving you for someone else or even flirting with somebody else! I would not want to mess up something as special as this. So stop worrying, goofball!!!



Melanie Martinez Lyrics Sentence Meme
  • “All the makeup in the world, won’t make you less insecure.”
  • “And it’s all fun and games, ‘til somebody falls in love.”
  • “Blood still stains when the sheets are washed.”
  • “Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?”
  • “Do you like my cookies? They’re made just for you.”
  • “Do you want me now?”
  • “Does a new face come with a warranty?”
  • “Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me.”
  • “How did love become so violent?”
  • “I don’t give a fuck about you anyways.”
  • “I feel like I’m just missing something whenever you leave.”
  • “I look at you and I see myself and I know you better than anyone else.”
  • “I love it when I hear you breathing.”
  • “I never know what you need.”
  • “I see things that nobody else sees.”
  • “I want to give you what you need.”
  • “I wish I didn’t care all the time.”
  • “I’m sick of all the games I have to play.”
  • “I’m tired of being careful.”
  • “If you want a little more confidence, potatoes turn to french fries.”
  • “Is it true that pain is beauty?”
  • “Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.”
  • “Let me under your skin.”
  • “Someone told me 'stay away from things that aren’t yours.'”
  • “Stop lying with those words.”
  • “Tell me what to do to make it all feel better.”
  • “Where is my prescription?”
  • “You like me best when I’m off my rocker.”
  • “You take things so hard and then you fall apart.”
  • “You think you’re smarter than me.”

So for those who have been following me for a while and actually read me posts I make, you should know I was having a really hard time getting over my ex. Literally just sobbing every night, numerous “I’ll never be worth anything” thoughts, handfuls of pills being swallowed just to shake the feeling I felt. I am now dating someone else and I won’t lie, when I first started dating this person I wasn’t fully over my ex and I was scared it was going to ruin this relationship. Guys, I am finally over my ex. I’m currently making plans with current partner about moving in together, talking about getting married and having a child. It really does get better. I’m still recovering the mental abuse my ex gave me. But just knowing that somebody actually loves me and I can feel that love and see it makes everything feel like sunshine.
If you’re going through a hard breakup, hang in there sweetie. Things will get better eventually. There is no rush in recovering or getting over it, when it happens, it happens.

This is my great-grandmother’s childhood home in Ireland. According to the ancestry dna kit, I am 86% Irish and the rest is Scandinavian (which I’m pretty sure means Viking since no one in my family tree can actually be traced to Scandinavia) Sadly, I gave birth to “somebody else’s babies” and the gene pool is now who knows what. Sorry kids- but at least you don’t have to eat corned beef and cabbage and listen to records of The Clancy Brothers all day long.

When I was younger
And I dreamed
I dreamed I would find
Something, specifically
Something in someone.
I imagined God to be
Beside me, silently chiding,
Judging. Before I
Grew too old to remember
What being young was like,
I spoke about love
Like an expert, and in my mind
I would be married,
And in being married,
I would be happy.
Now I am too old
To dream of something
So abstract and ill-founded
As art or beauty.
I think I will just memorize the numbers
Until I become somebody else
Inside somebody else’s body.

Eleventh Doctor Starter Sentences

Send one for my muse’s reaction

  • “I think I have earned the right to open my front doors any way I want.”
  • “Nobody talk to me; Nobody human has anything to say to me today!”
  • “I said you were the most beautiful thing I had ever known.”
  • “He’s the one who broke the promise.”
  • “Because every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they’re going to be… and it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later.”
  • “Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing: Let somebody else try first.”
  • “Fezzes are cool.”
  • “Investigation? Who says I’m investigating? Do you think I’m going to start investigating just because some bird smiles at me?! Who do you think I am?!”
  • “No, I have a thing. It’s like a plan, but with more greatness.”
  • “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don’t always spoil the good things or make them unimportant. And we definitely added to his pile of good things.”
  • “Because it’s a surprisingly accurate description!”
  • “NEVER use force, you’ll just embarrass yourself. Unless you’re cross, in which case… always use force!”
  • “It is not a snog box!”
  • “Either you turn off your clever machine or I’ll blow you and you new paradigm into eternity.”
  • “Didn’t anyone ever tell you? There’s one thing you never put in a trap. If you’re smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there’s one thing you never, ever put in a trap.”
  • “Brave words, Dick van Dyke.”
  • “Geronimo!”
  • “An ancient creature, drenched in the blood of the innocent… drifting in space through an endless shifting maze… for such a creature, death would be a gift.”
  • “I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
  • “Carrots?! Are you insane?!”
  • “Yowzah!”
  • “Pantophobia. Not fear of pants, though, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s the fear of everything. Including pants, I suppose, in that case.”
  • “Yes, I am dying. You’ve been trying to kill me for centuries, and here I am, dying of old age. If you want something done, do it yourself.”
  • “Stetsons are cool.”
  • “Oh, why do you always have handcuffs?”
  • “Still not ginger!”
  • “How does anything get there? I’ve given up asking.”
  • “I’ve never met anybody who wasn’t important before.”
  • “Bow ties are cool.”
  • “I’m being extremely clever up here and there’s no one to stand around looking impressed! What’s the point in having you all?”
  • “Can you hear them? All these people who’ve lived in terror of you and your judgement. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves, to you. Can you hear them singing?”
  • “Well, it’s a big club, we should get T-shirts.”
  • “Good men don’t need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many.”
  • “My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but, at last, I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going: Home, the long way ‘round.”
  • “Safe? No! Of course you’re not safe! There’s about a billion other things out there just waiting to burn your whole world, but if you want to pretend you’re safe just so you can sleep at night, then, OK, you’re safe. But you’re not really.”
Mrs. Somebody

I want to be Mrs. Somebody,
Get married to the right man for me–
My one true love, soulmate, meant-to-be.
My heart cries out to him, even now;
Like it’s saying, “I’m waiting for you,
‘Cause I know that no one else will do.”
He’s the one I’ll give my whole self to,
And I can’t wait to give him my vow.

But wait I must, though it can be tough–
Everyone else seems to be in love–
I wonder if I’m not good enough.
I am, but sometimes it’s hard to see.
I know not everyone else is part
Of a couple, other lonely hearts
Are wanting their “forever” to start…
Including one Mr. Somebody.

anonymous asked:

Hi SDJ! This SD I was seeing for a long time lied to me about certain things. I'm so angry I wanna tell his wife about everything. I want her to divorce him and make his kids hate him for the piece of shit that he is. What are some of the major cons of doing this?

Forgot to include what I meant about lying: he didn’t give me the money as promised

You have raised such a good question, my dear!  I have never had the occasion to address this issue before so I am quite excited to tackle it now.

Let me start with a fundamental proposition of sugaring:  As a general rule, either party is free to walk away from an arrangement at any time and for any reason without having to fear drama, being outted or being harassed.  That’s the way it should be, anyway.

So, if your sugar daddy has found somebody else to bang and doesn’t want to see you any more, he can dip.  You can’t and shouldn’t do anything about it.  Likewise, if you want to dump his ass because he’s boring, smelly, too weird or because you have found someone else, all you have to do is say, “hey, it’s been fun but now we’re done.”  He should be gracious about it and leave you alone.

That’s how arrangements are supposed to work.  Remember, no strings attached, right?  

However, that rule really only applies as long as both sides have honored the terms of the arrangement. If one side or the other breaks the terms of an arrangement (a SD has sex with a SB without paying for it or a SB takes an allowance and bolts while her SD is in the shower getting ready for “play time”) all bets are off.  

In your case, your SD has broken his promise.  He failed to provide you the money that was promised.  That’s a problem; he “breached his contract” with you. Arguably, you are not bound by any rules in terms of what you do next.

You have two options.  

The first is what I’ll call the “nuclear option”; meaning that you blow his shit the fuck up as detailed in your ask:  calling the wifey, talking to his kids, showing up at his office.  I’m talking major drama here!  I’m talking “scorched earth”; I’m talking raising hell because, after all, “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” (or a man, for that matter).

As satisfying as it may be to push that big red button loosing all them nuclear tipped missiles, there are problems with doing it.  

Simply put, no one emerges from nuclear war unscathed.  The phrase in military parlance is “Mutually Assured Destruction”; “MAD”, for short.  The idea of mutually assured destruction is that if you press the button and lay waste to this guy’s life, he’s sure to do the same to you!  

Think about it. Yeah, sure, you can fuck him up real good, but, once you do so, does he have anything to lose when he decides to do the same to you?  He might call your parents, send pictures to your boyfriend, show up at your school or work, make your life a living hell.  At this point, not only does he not care, but he is fueled by the fire of getting “revenge” on you.  Believe me, he will forget that him fucking you over was what started this mess!  Chances are, this guy has enough on you to make your life unpleasant if you’ve already done the same to him.  

So, yeah, in my book, that counts as a “major con”.  And, I’ve just detailed the tip of the iceberg in terms of what bad things could happen if you decide to drop a dime on this fuckwad’s ass.  Part of the problem of nuclear war, lol, or something like getting even with a deadbeat daddy is there are going to be a lot of unintended consequences and possibly collateral damage.  Once you set it all in motion, you are no longer in control of what happens.  Cause and effect are predictable, sure, but the thing that is inherently unpredictable is the form that “effect” will take!  Who knows what this guy would do.  He could show up at your apartment one night, crazed and naked except for the knife in his hands.  Are you catching my drift?

The second option is to be angry, yes, but to do nothing.  Let it go.  Apprise your situation and consider it a lesson learned.  Analyze how you could have handled the situation differently to avoid getting stiffed after you get dicked, lol.  Don’t threaten the guy; don’t send him hate texts; don’t give him the pleasure of seeing how he hurt you and don’t try to take revenge to hurt him back.  Just let him disappear and you do the same.  You’ll get over it, trust me, and you’ll be the wiser for it.

In your situation, I counsel you to go with Option 2.  In my mind, the possible “blowback” in engaging in all out war with this loser just is not worth it.  But, hey, you’re the one with the finger and the button, so it’s your call.  I just don’t want to see a mushroom cloud consume your life even as you’re destroying his.

“Don’t wait too long, now,” she remarks, “Better do it before somebody else whisks her away.”

“Yes ma'am.” Harry squeaks, while Y/N leans into his shoulder, nuzzling at him and giving a soft hum before peeking her eyes up, “I want 7 karats.” she whispers, and Harry feels his cheeks pinked even more than he’s sure they already had.


Y/N still takes Harry’s yoga class and Harry still blushes a lot

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anonymous asked:

You showed up in my dream last night! You were helping me try on a dress (I'm a trans man but I think I had the same measurements as someone else?). It was a really pretty dress, black satin with red trim and stuff. The bottom part was really floofy and had a few layers but the whole thing was satin I think. You kept modifying it because apparently somebody else had made really dumb modifications, and you were making it look nice again. Also you almost put my eyes out on accident but that's okay

i am so sorry about your eyes!!!!! other than that im glad it was a good dream, and now more than ever i wish i could sew so i could make that exact dress <3

sounds super cute, thanks for being my dream model in lieu of whoever it was being made for!!! :D

anonymous asked:

hello ivory! I don't know if anyone has ever told you this before but since I've been following you for so long now, it's definitely necessary to mention. you're writing style and choice of wording just improved so, so, SO much, it impresses me every time you upload a new story. you are just incredibly eloquent and everything you write is so significant and I all I dearly hope for is that you can grow as a writer and someday just accomplish whatever you desire!! <3 I send love, my dear.

Holy moly, thank you so much!!! I do not mean for this to sound really narcissistic, but I am exceptionally glad that somebody else has noticed as when I read back on my old drafts for deerguk and sugascript, I cannot help but notice how much my style has changed and improved. Ever since sugascript, I have practically been writing nonstop, so I guess it kind of proves to show that continuous practice really does make perfect!

Though truly, I thank you from the very bottom of my heart. Your kind sentiment means so much to me, and I hope I can continue to improve and impress you from here on out! ♡ 

I'm giving it the weekend.

I love the community, honestly. I’ve made so many friends and I’ve never been happier than when I’m on here talking to them or just re blogging something I like.
That being said, a lot of people are telling me that there was a lot of drama before I came, some say there was some starting as I was joining, and some say it’s started since I’ve been here.
I’m mostly so worked up about this, because now I officially know there is somebody(s) who thinks that I’ve bullied them and/or who thinks that I’ve bullied someone else.
The reason that I’m so stressed and sensitive over this topic is because I was removed from public school because I could hardly stand the bullying. I never wanted to go to class, to lunch, anywhere. Always, I would skip class and now, here I am at home doing an online schooling and making up pretty much a whole year.
Another main reason, and I hold this to my heart so dearly is because one of my best-friends that I met in First Grade (grade school, Primary school, whatever you want to call it.) committed suicide because of bullying and cyber-bullying.
Even though I wasn’t aware of it or involved, I feel guilty and responsible because I wasn’t there for her. I didn’t make it to her house in time.
Being accused of doing something like that or similar even if it’s, “LMAO UR UGLY” (other than jokingly) hurts my heart so much. Obviously, a few people who I know on here, I have privately told them when someone creeped me out and we joked about it or something, but I’ve NEVER sent a message, an anonymous ask, or a visible ask telling someone to hurt themselves, an insult, or anything.
As many times as I say this, not everyone will believe me or like me, etc, but every time I am on here, the minute I reblog something, like something, or post something.. It just doesn’t stop.
That being said, I’ve decided to either:
1. Take a while off
2. Completely deactivate my account

I want to take the weekend to think on this and give at least everyone some time to see this. If you have made it this far and would like to keep in touch or something, message me about it and we’ll figure something out.

Other than that, I think I’m going to try and get some sleep, goodnight 💜

I am sure, quite sure right now

My bet  for series 4 plot twist is:

John will get wounded (badly) and Mary will be the one responsible for it.

Sherlock will confess his love to John and Mary will not make it to the end, dying, shot by somebody else, Lestrade maybe, or Moriarty people, idk.

But she’s not gonna survive and we will be left in the dark whether John is gonna live or die. 

I can almost see Sherlock leaning over John’s pale face, his hand covered with John’s blood, whispering “John, stay with me, John,  please, don’t leave me, John, I love you, you can’t leave me right now. PLEASE!” and finally the last frame will show us a close-up of Sherlock’s  eyes filled with tears, wide opened in sheer terror . And the screen will get black, credits will start rolling and the music will start playing. And the hiatus will begin again.

We had a foretaste of this already: