but we talked for a while

Straight White Boy Problem #998

me: *leaving the house to see friends*

Dad: where are you going?

Me: just hanging with Zach and Miles what’s up

Dad: oh…its…nothing…*pulls up iphone to look at his stocks*

Me: ….what’s up

Dad: I just thought…ya know we could go play some soccer…

Me: *knowing my soccer days are well behind me* yeah..I’ll try…I gotta go dad…Miles and Zach are waiting on me

*As I exit the garage, I slowly realize that my dad invested a huge amount of his ego into me as a sports dad and even though I haven’t played sports in a while, he still remembers games and talks about them, even if I don’t remember. Was I such a big part of his ego that he couldn’t disassociate himself from my success in sports? Will I become a pushy sports dad and tell my children to relish the feelings of competitive sports? Is this what my future is like?*

so okay okay. isak is gonna go join Jonas after school, but he’ll be like “i can only stay for like an hour or so”, but one hour will turn into two hours and shit i’m late. But anyways, Sana comes over to Isak/Even’s place and she finds Even there, and he tells her that Isak is running late or sth. So then Sana and Even end up talking..LIKE THEY TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING. AND SANA OPENS UP TO HIM, AND HE OPENS UP TO HER. AND IT’S B E A U T I F U L. And then Isak comes home and he’s all ‘sorry sorry. we can study now’…but it’s like almost 7pm so Sana is all ‘i have to go home and eat’…AND EVEN GOES ALL “You can stay here if you want? i can make us dinner while you two study?” SO SANA STAYS OVER. And we see Isak / Sana studying and plotting against the flawless girls. AND THE THREE OF THEM WATCH A MOVIE AND IT’S A COMEDY, OKAY? SO SANA SMILES AND LAUGHS. AND OKAY. And THE CLIP IS LIKE 1 + HOUR BECAUSE WE DESERVE GOOD THINGS, OKAY?

the One Acceptable “the paladins are all throwing insults at lance” Scenario (stay with me, trust me)

-they’re trying to get the support from this planets inhabitants and to prove themselves they gotta do this traditional ritual these aliens do

-part of it includes going through a cave where if you tell what you believe to be the truth the air becomes unbreathable

-the paladins are picking their words ridiculously carefully

-so a battle goes down. and lance takes down the last guy. dramatically blows off his bayard. “that’s right guys, i’m awesome, you love me”

-everyone’s eyes widen and they’re freaking out but then nothing happens

-shiro wants to say something but isn’t sure he can without slipping up and telling the truth so he just says “we won’t be talking about this later” with a stern look

-one of the others gets an idea. “hey lance, you suck.” “you’re the worst” “you’re replaceable”

-the others join in. they’re all insulting him while hugging him and hes happy bc he knows they’re lying and his fears of what the other paladins would think of him are wrong

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@gavrockandroll my heart

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can we talk for a second about iman’s acting skills?? like wow!! this girl!! in the first photo, while she was reading the messages on the russbuss site, and in particular reading the one in which those girls talked about “not easy being a russ when you’re a muslim” she got pissed and seemed about to cry, she literally got me butterflies in the stomach because i thought she was bursting into tears. also, the heavy breathing while she was walking around in her room? gold. she did it so well i was feeling her anxiety and her thoughts, her “what-can-i-do-to-shut-that-fake-ass”, her nerves, her “i’m being judged by ignorance and dumbness”.

Eat Jin: A Private Viewing (M) // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by fawnave

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Tonight, it’s Seokjin’s turn to cook for you. But, while you think dessert is just as simple as some cupcakes with frosting; Seokjin plans to give you an episode or two of Eat Jin like you’ve never seen one before.

Warning: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains food play. You’ve been warned.

A/N: This scenario was written for the lovely @coppertopging as part of my 10k giveaway prizes ^^ I’m so sorry this took longer than expected my love, but I hope that you’ll enjoy this ;) Thank you for being the amazing person that you are and I love you a lot!

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Meet Me In The Hallway; H.S.

She’d always meet me in the hallway. Whether it was four AM, three in the afternoon or so early she had almost had to leave for work, she was waiting for me to come home. For a kiss placed upon her lips, her arms snaking around my waist one of the things I always looked forward to. Gradually, she didn’t wait for me anymore. I don’t know what caused her to be so heartbroken that she’d just laid on the sofa, eyes trained on the television as I passed her.

I know where it started. Rumours. I’m not one to go around and lie that I didn’t do anything wrong, because I’m not perfect – but whatever magazines were slandering about, I knew that wasn’t true. I’d never do anything that would do Y/n any wrong. But I think, and somehow, I hope I’m wrong, that it had gotten through her head. Everything she heard – from so many people – pictures that were ripped out of their context – I just couldn’t blame her. We never spoke a word about it. Per her request.

I hope she still loves me. I hope, that when it gets better, when I get better, she’ll give me another chance and it’ll work out. When I got home today, her last drop seemed to have fallen.

“Y/N, I’m home…” My voice hasn’t been chirpy since she stopped waiting for me – I know I can’t just expect her to do so, but it seemed she enjoyed it as well. I hear a mumble coming from somewhere out of my field of sight, so I take a few steps into my home.

“Harry.” Y/n appears in front of me, apparently completely dressed, her jacket slung over her shoulder. I stare at her, at every aspect of her, and I feel my throat already constricting. “Where are you going love?” Her lip starts quivering and without a second thought I leap towards her and cup her face in my cold hands.

“H., I – I need some time off. I think.” She averts her gaze and I swallow to keep any fluids at bay. Within a split second, I wanted to scream out and vomit all over my floor. She can’t leave me. Not now. “Y/n, sweetheart, where would you go? Please, don’t leave me.”

She just shakes her head. I don’t want her to disappear through that door and not know where she is. I don’t think my heart could handle that. It was more than logical in my mind that the next words flowed past my lips. “Stay. I’ll leave.”

“Harry, no. This is your home; I was just a guest.” She pushes me away from her and starts shrugging her jacket on; but I won’t have it. “The moment you stepped foot insides this house it was also yours. Everything that I own is yours.” My words were heavy and I hope she grasped the nuances behind it. For now, I might as well leave.

“I’ll come collect my things when you’re at work tomorrow.” I mumble, my voice so strained I think she knows exactly how I feel. I take another step towards her, pressing my lips against hers, for maybe, my last time. I didn’t look back, because she would see how much this was paining me.

I had roamed the streets for the rest of the day. I didn’t want Y/n doing this, but right now I didn’t know where to go either. Of course, I could just give Lou or Niall a call and I’m sure they’d help me out almost immediately, but, we were going our own way and I don’t think they liked their former bandmate crashing on their sofa for an unspecified amount of time.

I walk and walk, think and try to force myself to think harder, for it to get better, for me to get better, for some way to work this out. I knew my girl and I know the most important thing she needed now was time. But I wasn’t going down without a fight.

My chest still feels vice-grip-tight, my throat closed off. I’m in some sort of daze where I somewhat realize I’m walking the streets of London, but I have absolutely no idea where I am. At some point, I’m sure I passed Piccadilly Circus, but it seemed so empty. I had never seen it empty.

This is hard, both for her and I alike. I wouldn’t want to think about reading so much slander about my girlfriend and pretending everything is alright. I would’ve cracked months ago. The hours pass and the sun trades his place with the moon.

When I stop in front of his door, I don’t know how much time has passes. I just hope he’s still up. I need a friend, horribly. I hear his heavy footsteps stomp towards his front door and shrug my coat closer to my shivering frame as I hear the familiar click.

“H.? What are you doing here? It’s almost six in the morning, man.” Niall opens the door, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he stares behind me to see if I brought anyone with me – Y/N.

“Y/n and I – uh – we are on a break.” I cast my gaze down, biting my lips while stuffing my hands in my coat pockets. I hear Niall sigh and the door creak. “Come in, H. You want some tea?”

I talk to Niall about it. Every single little thing that has eventually built up to my relationship crumbling at my feet. I feel helpless and I never thought I’d experience something like this again. “I don’t know what to do now, Niall. If I lose her, I’ll practically lose everything. But the horrific part of it all is that I get her and I wouldn’t blame her if she decided to let it be.”

Niall just sits there and lets me ramble. We talk until ten in the morning when he offers his guest room to me. I assure him it’s just for a few days – at most.

Those few days pass and when I’m not doing promo for the new album or recording, I try to stay out of Niall’s way as much as possible. I don’t know what I need to do, but I need to come up with something, fast. I’ve been so occupied in my mind that it’s physically paining me.

I walk the streets, and by now I find that I almost have them all completely memorised. I’ve met some new people, found some new bars. But all I could think about is how much Y/n would like this overjoyed fan, or how much she’s like the paintings on the wall on this art-themed café.

I’ve stopped at my front door many times, about to knock, but deciding not to. This day wasn’t any different, although I’ve been standing here for almost an hour now. I lack the courage of knocking, or just entering, and talking to her. I’m afraid – terrified even – she’ll say the things I don’t want to hear.

Just when I had decided to come back another day, hopefully with more courage, or maybe a box of Y/n’s favourite chocolates, I feel my phone vibrating in my coat pocket. A text message from her flashes brightly onto my phone screen.

Meet me in the hallway.

With All My Heart - Part 5

Word Count: 2267

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol use 

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. This isn’t really up to my typical standards. My writing is kinda sucking, especially lately. I dunno, guys.  

Again, tags are closed for this series but you are welcome to turn on post notifications or follow my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for updates.

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

With All My Heart Masterlist


“So how do you wanna do this?” Jensen and you were currently sitting in the airport trying to figure out how best to go about bringing your relationship public. He knew you had reservations about it, you’d discussed them at length with him, but you knew it couldn’t stay a secret forever. You didn’t want it to be a secret. He assured you he didn’t have the same swarms of media attention that a lot of celebrities had. He kept his life private, and he’d certainly demonstrated that. He never had paparazzi following him around since you’d been together.

“What are the options?”

“Well, we could just wait until JIB and I could talk about you, bring you out on stage if you’re comfortable.” Jensen said. “Or we could take a picture together, post it and then explain more at the con. Then it’s not a huge surprise.”

“I kinda like option B.” You decided. “Plus, some of the people who follow you have probably seen me in pictures from San Jac’s Facebook and Instagram so maybe that’ll help? I don’t know. I’m so nervous.” You started ringing your hands together, forcing Jensen to grab them and pull them apart.

“It’s gonna be fine, Y/N.” He tried to reassure you, running one hand through your hair. “For every one person who says mean things about you another 10 or more are gonna stick up for you, including me.” You cast your eyes downward, staring at the floor and shifting your feet. “That’s not all that’s bothering you, is it?”

“No.” You whispered. “We’ve only really known each other a few weeks…I just…what if…”

“Stop talking.” Jensen leaned in and kissed you, smiling as he shut you up.

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like, okay, I see your “Donut likes Locus and flusters him regularly” and raise you…

A Donut who sees Locus’s crush on/obsession with Wash a mile away, and sees that it makes Wash uncomfortable, and immediately makes it his mission in life to make sure that Locus never gets Wash alone. 

Locus will just be creeping on Wash while Wash works out and then BAM. Donut drops from the ceiling. 

Cryptic convos? Instant Donut physically slamming himself between the two of them talking to Wash in a loud voice about how Sarge needs him now.  

“Wash, okay, here’s the doll. now I want you to point to where the creepy merc touched you.”

“… what, like when we were fighting?”

“Okay I think we’re safe, put down the shotgun Sarge”

Son of a Bitch

Pairing: Dean x Reader, kind of

Word Count: 2,774

Warnings: angst, major character death, drinking, drunk!Dean, blood, mildly graphic description of death and dead bodies

A/N: Written for @babypieandwhiskey‘s Cam’s Creative Birthday Challenge. My song was S.O.B. by Daniel Rateliff and The Night Sweats. I did not plan on this getting so angsty but apparently that’s all I can do. Please don’t hate me *runs and hides*

Beta: @torn-and-frayed


Originally posted by ehghtyseven

“Son of a bitch…” Dean grumbled, rolling over in the creaky motel bed. Sam chuckled from across the room where he was sipping his Gatorade, post-run. “What’s so damn funny?”

“Uh… you.” Sam grinned. “Get in a fight last night or somethin’?”

“Fuck off.” Dean peeled himself off the mattress and headed for the bathroom. Splashing water on his face, he looked into the mirror. Dark circles fell under his reddened eyes as he squinted against the harsh florescent light. Scanning over the rest of his face, he noticed little red speckles and a line of brown, dried blood running down his neck and disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Rubbing his temples and letting his eyelids fall closed, Dean’s mind flashed back to the night before.

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Can we just talk real quick about Murphy’s choking/asphyxiation trauma and how not being able to breathe was directly tied to the worst experience of his already-pretty-terrible life, and this time he had to relive it while watching the person he loves the most suffering and dying too…

And then the air came back on and the first thing he saw was that she was alive, and he pulled her over to the vent and then they dragged Raven over too

AND THEY WERE

SO

HAPPY

Just pure giddiness and relief at having survived and maybe that’s the thing he’ll remember about breathing now.

this is the last time i’ll talk about the jacket matter but since it’s pretty clear keith is NOT wearing his own jacket (unless my eyes are deceived) i’ll show you what are the other possibilities based on what we’ve seen with hoodies:

1) he’s wearing another blade of marmora suit, the ones that come with the hoodie

but in the keith’s drawing u can see his knuckles. meaning they’re not covered up. besides the sleeves were longer.

2) his space mall outfit

but here he’s wearing his normal jacket so…nope

3) the rebels outfit

now while this is possible, their hands are covered as well.

4) lance’s jacket

the sleeves’ lenght corresponds and so does the hoodie. i’d say that in one of the pics it looks like he’s wearing the hoodie on his head.

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Episode #31 - Vanity Fair Updates for the 40th Anniversary
Rachael and Kirsty organise themselves to tackle the big issues to have arisen from the Vanity Fair coverage of The Last Jedi, from Kathleen Kennedy's comments on the future of the saga to Rian Johnso

Surprise! @bastila-bae and I saw that it was a time of need, and so took to our microphones to offer our thoughts and commentary on today’s Vanity Fair revelations. We talk about various topics (including the Twin Peaks revival, which we discuss right at the end of the show) but, of course, devote a generous slot to Rian’s disquieting comments on the romance (or lack thereof) in The Last Jedi.

We hope you enjoy, and do stay positive! We love this fandom, and while we wanted to talk about things in an honest and measured way we also wanted to do our bit to remind people that we should never lose sight of the fact that fandom is meant to be fun and that there’s fuel in the ol’ ship yet. Enjoy, and keep on shipping!

Songs about Geri on El Dorado:
  • Me Enamore: Song narrating when Shakira first met Gerard and how she quickly felt physical attraction to him and fell in love. 
  • Amarillo (Yellow): This is the song that Geri talked about that includes a Catalan word in it (T'Estimo=I love you). 
  • Coconut Tree: This song talks about a trip Shak & Geri first took as a couple, where they went searching for a lost island to find peace. She describes the feeling of falling in love “under a coconut tree where we created a universe”.
  • Toneladas: A ballad that talks about the “tons” of love Shakira receives from Geri and how happy he makes her.
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Request from @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#13 - “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

#88 - “After everything…I’d still choose you.” - A/N - I left this one out as I didn’t know how to put it in. Hope that’s okay!

Originally posted by psicomana

“I can’t believe this shit.” you curse, pulling at the restraints on your wrist. Swearing loudly, you kick over a stool near your feet, the wooden chair smacking against the floor. You listen, waiting to see if your detainers come to see what the noise is about, but everything remains silent.

“I’m gonna rip his fucking heart out as soon as we get out of here.” Jax snarls from behind you, his back pressed up against the opposite side of the pillar. Even though you can’t see his face, you know his forehead is scrunched up in anger, the way it always does.

“If we get out of here.” you correct him, resting your head against the immovable post. “I dunno about you, but it looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Now ain’t the time to talk smart.” he snaps, referring to your sarcastic tone. You roll your eyes, huffing in annoyance yet keeping your thoughts to yourself.

Minutes later, Jax sighs loudly, the silence broken by his now softened voice. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” you reply quietly, not knowing how much longer you’re going to be able to last, your back stiff and stomach rumbling from being kept hostage for well over a day now. “You think they know where we are?”

“I dunno, but we better hope they do.” You close your eyes, his response truthful yet lacking the hope you’re aching to hear. “Unless the club can somehow come up with half a mil in two days, we’re fucked.”

“Wow, great pep talk. I can see why they chose you for president.” you say, rolling your eyes. Jax brushes his hands up against your own, his restraints stopping him from holding your hand in his own.

“I’m gonna get you out of this, (Y/N).” he replies, determination in his tone. Tears prick at your eyes, heart heavy with panic, body heavy with fatigue. “I’ll never let anybody hurt you.”

“Bang up job you’re doing.” you sniff, your nose tingling as your vision turns misty, defeated tears falling down your cheeks. “I forgot, only you’re allowed to hurt me, yeah?”

You know it’s a low blow, the past between you and Jax still raw even though it’s been a good six months since you found out he was sleeping with Colette behind your back.

“You really wanna do this now?” he questions, his voice surprisingly calm, as if he knows you’re on the edge.

“What better time, Jax?” Your voice cracks as you say his name, frustration thick in your veins as you try to hold yourself together. “Might not get the chance after he slits our throats.”

“Jesus Christ!” He tugs at his restraints mercilessly, the pain in your voice like nails on a chalkboard, his skin crawling with red hot fury. You flinch as he shouts, more tears escaping from your eyes.

He remains silent for what feels like forever, the tension level high as you try to face the fact that you might not make it out of here alive.

Your head pounds as you cry silently, unable to bear the thought of never seeing your family again, or never seeing the club again.

“I argued with Tig before we got picked up.“ you start, your throat thick with emotion, the lump refusing to budge no matter how many times you swallow. “What if he blames himself?”

“Fucking stop it, (Y/N).” he warns, defiance in his words. “We’re not gonna die here.”

“How can you be so sure?” you argue, your bubble of hope completely deflated, your mind screaming at you to be realistic. “We live in the life, Jax. This sort of shit happens all the time.”

“Not to us, alright? This isn’t how it’s gonna end for you, (Y/N).“ Shaking your head, you wish his words could cut through the negativity in your brain. “I promise I’ll get you home safe.”

“Okay.” you agree falsely, tired of the same empty promises.

You feel yourself being shaken awake, the throbbing in your skull the first thing you feel once you begin to stir. Blurry vision focuses on Jax, a worried expression on his face as he studies you. “Shit, I thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

“What happened?” you ask groggily, your throat dry due to the lack of fluids. Taking in your surroundings, your eyes widen in horror as you spot the bleeding body near the door. “Oh my god.”

“Hey.” he calls, his cold hands cradling your face as he tries to direct your attention back to him. “It had to be done. Once I cut loose, it was either me or him.”

You know it’s true, though it doesn’t make it any less horrifying. Nodding, you try to blink away the black spots dotting your vision, cold sweats creeping up your body as you try to remain calm.

“Jax, I don’t feel right.” you complain, nausea sweeping over you in waves. Jax presses the back of his hand to your forehead, his icy touch bringing you temporarily relief. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

You can barely hear him talk, his words muffled as a loud piercing sounds in your ears, beads of perspiration dripping from your neck down to your back. No matter how much you try to fight it, you feel yourself slump to the side, reality slipping from you as you lose consciousness.

The unmistakeable fumes of disinfectant fill your nostrils as your eyes flutter open, a white ceiling greeting you as you do so. A hiss escapes from your lips as you shift, the hefty needle hanging out of your arm being the cause. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.”

You turn your head to the side, a smile slipping onto your lips at the sight of Gemma. “Gem.”

“I’m so glad you’re alright, sweetheart.” she mumurs, standing to place a loving kiss upon your forehead. The simple gesture brings tears to your eyes, relief flooding though you at the realisation that you’re back where you belong.

“Where’s Jax? Is he okay?” you ask, a million and one questions sitting on the end of your tongue. Gemma smiles knowingly, before nodding, a heavy breath leaving your lips.

“He’s been worried sick.” she says, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. “I’ll send him in.”

A minute or so later, Jax slips into the room, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. His eyes look tired, though they spark once they land on you, his skin looking a little less pale. “How you feeling?”

“Alright, considering.” you respond quietly, pushing yourself to sit up as Jax sits on the side of your bed. “How long have I been out?”

“Couple hours. You scared the shit out of me.” he admits, running his fingers over his beard. You reach up bravely, taking his hand within your own, squeezing lightly.

“Thank you for keeping your promise.” He’s taken aback by your actions, not expecting you to greet him with such warmth. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“I’m sorry I gave you a reason to.” he says, his eyes flickering to your lips before he clears his throat, pulling away. Leaning down, he places his lips upon your forehead, lingering for a few seconds. “I’ll leave you to rest.“

You wrap your hand around his wrist, stopping him from exiting. “Will you come back later?”

“You want me to?” You nod shyly, unsure where you stand with him. He raises his brow in surprise, before a small smirk appears on his face. “Then I’ll see you later.”

“Alright.” you reply lamely, a hopeful flutter in your chest that maybe you can work past the hurt, and maybe there is a silver lining to this situation after all.

A/N - Ahhhhh I’m really not sure how I feel about the ending of this but hopefully you guys like it! Thank you for being so patient, and thank you for reading❤ let me know what you think!!

She Has a Point - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Request: I’m not sure if you make zach imagines but hey can you make a imagine about reader is kind of depressed about what happened hannah and jeff, and she gets mad at zach after she found about the tapes and then she realises that zach is depressed and sorry too so she decides to be strong & supportive about her boyfriend, taking care of him. and zach being sensetive and afraid of losing her girlfriend. it’s so long i’m a trash lmfo

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Word Count: 482


I was sitting in English class when, once again, the jocks behind me started snickering. Loudly. I groaned and turned around in the hopes of shushing them, it was independent work time after all, but they all ignored me. I turned back around, pushing my glasses up in the process, and tried shutting the group of boys out and work on the assignment.

“What the hell is wrong with them?” I whispered under my breath, but one of the jocks heard me.

“What was that?” He asked me. “Do you have a problem with us?”

“Yes, actually,” I said, turning around again. “I don’t think that you all being loud as hell is respectful seeing how the rest of us are trying to work,”

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Can we please talk about that Welcome to the Madness extra bluray video and how Otabek just rips off Yurio’s glove with his teeth -like he could’ve bitten off his fingers and hurt the poor boy this is the most worrysome scene in anime history keep your doors locked people or Otabek will come into your house and bite your fingers off while you’re sleeping

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Leon was crying.

Damen had ascertained through patting him down and talking to him seriously through his tears that the boy wasn’t hurt, and then Paschal had inspected the boy anyway while Damen was still holding him and Leon was still crying into his shoulder. It did not seem that he was injured, simply overwhelmed and upset and–Damen had perhaps admitted this even before he’d been kidnapped–a bit high strung.

Damen himself didn’t remember crying quite so much as a boy, and wondered if Leon got that from his mother. Laurent didn’t seem to take much notice of it as a problem or of Leon in one of his moods, and simply let Leon sit next to him until he got bored.

But Laurent wasn’t here and Damen wasn’t letting go of Leon.

When Damen had caught Leon, Nikandros had caught the reins of Damen’s horse and Pallas had caught and calmed the tired mount Leon had arrived on. They’d inspected the horse for clues, and Damen tried to talk to Leon about what had happened.

Leon was not particularly useful. The five-year-old was somewhat prone to embroidery or exaggeration in normal circumstances, and Damen did not think that he was exaggerating now, but his account did not seem particularly reliable. He said he’d been with Papa, and they had been traveling–that much Damen knew–and that then there had been men with swords. At this point Leon burst into tears again and Damen’s leather shoulder armor was smeared with snot.

Leon’s account of the men who’d taken them was not very descriptive or particularly useful, simply that they had been “bad” men, “with beards”, and that they’d said they would hurt Papa–Damen winced at this but it wasn’t especially surprising.

Then apparently Laurent had told Leon that he had had a plan, and that Leon had to listen very carefully and do exactly what he said, which Leon proclaimed seriously between hiccuping sobs that he had listened and he’d done exactly what Papa had said. To Damen, it seemed that Laurent had done something to create a distraction and then thrown Leon on a horse and told him to go.

“And now he’s dead!” Said Leon, bursting into tears again. Damen exchanged looks with Nikandros. Damen was better at interpreting his son’s tears than Nikandros was. Laurent was better than either of them but he wasn’t here. But Leon’s final pronouncement seemed clear enough.

“Dead?” Damen said.

“They pushed him in the pit,” said Leon, and then he threw his arms around Damen’s neck again and broke into almost silent distressed sobs again. Damen rubbed his back comfortingly.

Nikandros was talking about what this meant, and the information they’d managed to glean from the mount Leon had arrived on, and the direction they should head.

Leon was insisting that Papa had said to find father, and that he had, and he’d done what he was supposed to and why had they pushed Papa into the pit.

“Yes, you were exactly right,” Damen said to Leon. “You were supposed to come to me and you did.”

Leon eventually fell asleep against Damen’s shoulder. Damen and Nikandros began talking about their next steps more seriously.

“They won’t be pleased to lose the prince,” Nikandros said, nodding at Leon.

Damen said nothing and patted sleeping Leon on the back.

“It’s possible–” Nikandros started again.

“It’s not,” said Damen. “We ride. I’m going to kill them.”

“Perhaps you should set the prince down?” Nikandros suggested, looking uncomfortable discussing military plans while Damen held a sleeping child.

“No,” said Damen, and they continued.

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Here is Part Two in “This Love”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1286

-Jensen and the reader talk about what happened-

Warning: angst. talk of miscarriage.

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.


         It had been a week since Jensen left the house and went to stay with Jared and Genevieve. Genevieve had stayed the first two nights, only going home during the day, but you insisted that she go home to be with her husband and her boys where she needed to be. While your husband was at her house as well.

           Your heart felt like it wasn’t even in your chest anymore. Like all the little broken pieces were being swept away every time you thought about Jensen not being there. Which was every second of the long week.

           Filming had been hard, but you were an actress. You could pretend for everyone else that you and Jensen were still together. You could pretend that nothing was wrong. You could last until you got home to break down and cry yourself to sleep night after night.

           The hardest part was going to bed alone. There was too much room. Jensen’s side of the bed being empty was the hardest pill for you to swallow. You missed him. You missed his warmth. You didn’t know if you would ever have him with you again.

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Okay okay, settle in. So, one day I was going to this trail from one city to another. And it was just me and this ten other kids going. So we got to the trail and this dog starts following us. But like, cute whatever. And we're walking the trail and the one of the guys just say, 'Yeah, um, guys we're lost." And everybody was fricking out because you know, WE WERE LOST IN THE DAMN FOREST JULZ NOT COOL. And them we started running desperatly trying to find a way out of the damn forest ((1/2))

And like finding a way to the ciy. And we end up in the middle of nowhere with only trees sureending us. And, so this voice behind us starts talking, we all scream turning around and seeing this three kids, and they say something like, “Hey, you guys lost? We can help you out. We'vr been here for quite a while.” And we all assumed by ‘been here for quite a while,’ meant they lived there. ((2/3))
So we ask for help and shit and they say, “Yeah, just follow this trees with an X in it. It will lead you to the city. We will be behind you if you need more instructions.” So, we follow the trail of Xs in the trees and we found the city. So we turned around to thank the kids, and they and the dog dissapeared, they weren’t there. So, we just thought oh maybe the just stayed there, cause you know the live there. So, we found a bar to celebrate the trail. You know got some fries drank some soda. 3

And we went to the bar and the waiter asked why we were all tired and we explained that we were on a trail from Rio to the city. And the guy said, “Oh really? Did you know three boys died going to that trail? Stroy tells that they were slaves and they died carrying some gold to Rio. They say that the boys help people find there way here when they are lost, because when they were alive they used to cross trees that they passed by.” So, after that we kinda freaked out. 4 SORRY FOR THE LONG POST!!!

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actually thats such a cool story!!! like these ghosts were so nice… i want a ghost friend to tell me where to go in time of need

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Alright folks, here we go!!! Thank you everyone for taking part in this! I´m very excited that so many people want to be a part of this and meet new people! Now, I´ve tried matching everyone up to their wishes, but if I got something wrong please don´t come banging down my door. There´s A LOT of people and while I put everyone down on a list I might have mixed something up, BUT  you can still have a nice thread, I mean…when does the person you talk to online actually turns out to look like the picture they sent? ( When it comes to dates anyways ) and besides: I´ve found that those threads usually turn out to be the best and even if they don´t end up dating you might find a friend for life ( and so will your character ) or it´ll be a story to tell that goes down as the worst date in history! ;)

Anyways, you´re welcome to slide into your partners IMs and set up a thread or maybe you´ll decide to simply put out a starter for them and see where it heads.

If you guys want you can tag your threads with #blind date shuffle so other people, who want to, can check and see how everything is going and maybe even find MORE people to write with or bond over horrible dates!

If, for whatever reason, you´re not on this list but have reblogged the post,  ( unless it was reblogged after I made the post about it closing ) please feel free to come into my IMs and let me know and I`ll find you a partner! ( I put people´s urls on the list so if somebody changed their url in the meantime etc  you´re welcome to let me know as well and I´ll see what I can do! )

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