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Sidney Crosby - I’m sorry but...Pt.2

A Sidney Crosby imagine where you two are dating or married (have kids or not your choice) and then he leaves you from someone else and you can decide how it ends!!! Sorry if this is so detailed you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.  Part One

This can’t be happening. There’s no way. I mean I can’t even remember the last time Sid touched me let alone make love to me. How could this have happened. Should I tell my husband HA! I mean my ex-husband. 

“Are you okay honey?” Geno knocked on the bathroom door. 

“Uh Yeah..I…Yeah I’ll be right out.” I said right before my phone went off. “Hello?” I said as I washed my hands and hide the test. 

“Hey Y/N.” Sid said. 

Fuck.

“What do you want Sid.” I said still mad over everything. 

“I was wondering if you would come have lunch with me at 12, Today. Our spot.?” He said waiting. 

A little part of me was hoping that he wanted to get back together and a little part of me want to tell him to fuck off. 

“Sure Sid, sure.” 

Our spot was a little cafe that we met at when we first met when I move to Pittsburgh. It was a spot that no one knew you two. It was the perfect spot. You spotted his dark hair first. Man did you still have feels for this man. Oh man, oh man bathroom. 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door and then Sid’s voice “Hey love, are you okay? Love?” 

“Yeah, um, Yeah am okay. Just a little bug.” You said as you opened the bathroom door. 

“Wow! You look wonderful.” He said as he pulled you in for a hug. God you’ve missed his scent. You have to tell him. “She’s pregnant.” 

“What?!” You said pulling away. 

“Y/N please, wait.” He said grabbing your hand. “I miss you. I made a mistake. I love love you.” 

“I…I can’t.” 

“It was a mistake.” 

“SID! Is she still pregnant?” IS SHE!” You raged.

He let go of your arm. “Yes.”

“Well than baby, you made more than one mistake. You made you bed, now lay in it. Now please leave me alone” 

With that you were gone. You knew in that moment what you were going to do. You also knew that none of it had Sid in it. You were going to raise this baby alone, and that’s what you did. 

-Julianne 

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whenever i think abt the scene where jack comes in when bitty is singing in the shower to tell him to stfu i laugh bc jack says “stop splashing me” so obviously bitty was splashing him but like ?? you can’t really effectively splash someone from a shower. which mean eric bittle did that thing where u cup ur hands and pour the one (1) drop of water that collects in your hands on the other person. why was jack so bothered. it was probably like one drop jacques please..

Stalker/Possessive sentences

For the first installment to this meme, check out Stalker Sentence Starters!

“Wear that outfit I like tonight. You know the one.”
“I never want to see you talking to them again.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I’ve tried to move on, to think about someone else, but you’re always on my mind.”
“I’m obsessed with you.”
“You looked so precious in your sleep last night.”
“Don’t look at me like that; like you’re afraid of me.”
“Where were you? You’re thirty minutes late!”
“Tell me where you’re going and how long you’ll be gone.”
“You’re not leaving the house dressed like that.”
“It doesn’t matter where you go. I’ll follow you.”
“I can be everything you need if you’ll just give me a chance.”
“They’re no good for you.”
“I don’t like them. Stay away from them.”
“You’ll realize soon enough that no one appreciates you like I do.”
“I just want you to love me like I love you.”
“Look me in the eyes when I talk to you.”
“I see the way you look at them.”
“I want you to say you love me. Say it and mean it.”
“If you leave me, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“I’m done hiding in the shadows.”
“We’re going to be together forever. Just you and me.”
“Leave them. Leave them and be with me instead.”
“Every time I see you talking to them, it makes my blood boil.”
“Are you just trying to make me angry?!”
“If you’re on your best behavior, I’ll treat you well.”
“Did you find the gifts I’ve been leaving you?”
“I was in your room last night. You looked so peaceful.”
“I’m sorry I stole your shirt. It still smells like you.”
“No one will ever love you as much as I love you.”
“If I can’t have you, no one can have you.”
“No! Shh, shh, don’t yell!”
“I don’t care what your friends have planned, you’re not leaving the house tonight.”

4

Best friends 

 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Where are you?” His voice was something I missed incredibly. It made my eyes water and my bottom lip quiver. I gripped my thigh to try to ground myself, to stop shaking, but realization dawned on me that he knows. 

I wanted to sink in my misery. 

(Y/n)… breathe, don’t cry okay? I’ll be there as soon as you tell me where you are.” I only sobbed incoherent words into the speaker, my head dizzy and my heart caught in my throat. 

Can you hand your phone to someone?” I looked at the bartender who was looking at me with tender eyes while cleaning a glass. 

“C-can you?” I stuttered, shoving my phone out towards him. He took the phone from me easily, like he’s done this about a million times. His mouth moved but I couldn’t hear any sounds. The only thing I could hear was a ringing in my ears as I kept replaying over and over what had just happened. 

He knows. 

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I want to be your favorite person. I want to be someone who is more than your friend. I want to be someone who you can tell everything to, it can be from the smallest bits of your life to your biggest detail of yourself. Tell me your favorite dish, tell me why you cried the last night I called, tell me where your moles and birthmarks are, tell me who’s the friend you lost and what happened, tell me the people who broke your heart, tell me everything. I want you to share your secrets you never told to anyone – your dark side. I want to know your thoughts and dreams, everything about you, everything that builds you. I want to be that person. I want you to open up and comfort you every time something or someone upsets you. We could go for hours talking about yourself, I don’t mind. I’d be glad to listen to your voice and just listen to every word you’ll say. I want you to trust me.
—  S.L

last night was a god damn TRIP do you wanna know what happened? do you wanna know how i feel? have you ever seen the episode of futurama where they go into the internet???? i feel like i was there and someone opened their coat and showed me forbidden tomes and lead me down a dark alley way and took me to a small room and played me recordings from a tape recorder that told me hidden secrets and the key to a conspiracy as the room filled with smoke and now i can see it everywhere i can see the conspiracy and i can see the matrix and i can see a cute baby telling me to wait a day for the truth

-open Tumblr askboxs to see my messages this morning- 

“ I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD IGNORE THE BRILLIANCE THAT IS VEGANISM, AS A GLUTEN/SUGAR FREE VEGAN I CAN TELL YOU IT’S THE FUTURE.’

 - Close askbox-

- let out long tired sigh- 

okay Anon, lemme make it clear : I become Vegan, My disease kills me . That clear enough for you? You wanna be vegan , go ahead. My cousin is, a coworker is and they are happy and more power to them.

If you tell someone to be vegan when they clearly CAN’T ( you know as in : DIE IF THEY DO.) I’ll tell you to cram your opinions where the sun don’t shine. Not everyone can be and I’m tired to hear that “ everyone can be Vegan.” from people who had nothing more than a cold and ESPECIALLY not an auto-immune disease that rots your intestins.

Peace.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, are people seriously warning the yoi fandom about Johnlockers? What is there to warn about? You really think we’re going to be shitty to the yoi fandom? How can people think that? YOI is such a relaxing show and it’s not like BBC where in order to figure something out if someone is gay or not you have to write a 500 word essay on why and how. It just tells you. I’m a Johnlocker and I’m part of the yoi fandom because it brings me peace. The show relaxes me. It wasn’t till I became a fan of the show that I realized where all the shit in the Sherlock fandom is coming from. Thanks a lot, sherl0llies, for ruining what was once a nice home. I’ve already seen a few posts from fellow YOI fans saying that they haven’t seen any “shit” from us and that they’re welcoming us in. I haven’t felt so welcomed coming into a new fandom in years.

Home, is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I can’t tell one from the other
I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I’ll be, where I’ll be.

– David Byrne

One of Captive Prince's biggest issue is how it was published:

Okay guys, when I picked up Captive Prince because it was recommended to me from someone on tumblr, I read the back and was like “oh FUCK no, this shit is racist and sick I can already tell.” The whole “Damianos is sent as a pleasure slave” shows the book in a slash/romance light. Considering it says this on the first book, where they don’t even like each other, let alone fall in love, it was a terrible mistake on the publishers part. It’s focusing on a romance that hadn’t even happened yet and doesn’t till the end of the second. It also doesn’t focus on the fact that Damen himself owned slaves and is forced to see the wrongness of his actions.

This was done kinda fast. Maybe I would rewrite it again. But after finishing the first book, the summary didn’t relate to what I read at all. A rewrite of the back cover and what the first book is actually about:

When Prince Damianos, heir to the Akielon throne, is betrayed by his half brother Kastor and sent to Vere under the guise of an Akielon slave, He meets Prince Laurent. Knowing he had killed this Prince’s older brother and fears for his life; he stays under the guise of a slave. He is forced to address the morality of his own slave owning while also fighting for his freedom to return home.

Genre: Fiction, historical fantasy.

(Abuse tw!) Abusive vs strict parents rant

Someone is telling me about how I’m lucky to have such a strict mom bc their mom got them to where they are and they can’t “truly be proud of theirself” and i want to scream

Don’t you ever ever fucking say you’re jealous of my abuse, don’t say you wish you had an abusive parent who “pushes” you because that’s not how it fucking works. I’m never encouraged. I’m shut down.

I don’t get encouraged i get belittled. I don’t get pushed to greater hights I’m pushed away from trusting her and other authoritative figures.

“But you’re so much more mature!” Yeah for the wrong fuckin reasons! I also have a slew of mental illness, anxiety, ADD, depression, paranoia, the list goes on all because of this. I’ve learned to suppress my emotions because I know if I show them, I’ll get beat up for it.

And don’t get me fucking started on “abusive” vs “occasionally a jerk” Your parents are not abusive for keeping you home on a Saturday! That’s just them being a parent!

I’m fucking sick of kids who had near perfect childhoods telling me they’re jealous of my trauma. Don’t fucking say you envy my abuse. Don’t fucking say you envy my trauma.

“Everyone I have cared for has either died or left me. Everyone - fucking except for you! So don’t tell me that I would be safer with someone else - because the truth is I would just be more scared.”

-Ellie

This game was so beautiful… I can really say, best game I’ve ever played. This part of the game where Ellie runs away from Joel really hit me hard and inspired me to make this gif. 

Time for bed! Good night! :3

Wtf, guys. Seriously. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I was cleaning in the pharmacy tonight and witnessed someone stealing. She even looked me in the eye while doing it. I didn’t know what to do because most places tell you not to do anything. We most certainly don’t have anything in our policy in place for this kind of thing, so I can assume it’d be like most places where you can do nothing but watch. If I did do something, she would have been long gone by the time I mentioned it to the pharmacists, who were very busy. Sure, it was only some candy from one of the jars on the desk out front, but still. That kind of thing adds up and negatively affect employees in the pharmacy. I work through a cleaning company, not the pharmacy, but I still care about them enough to not want them to get in trouble for theft. Even if the jar doesn’t have a price on it and even if it’s open doesn’t mean it’s fucking free. -Abby

i’m about to tell you the actual funniest thing i’ve ever heard.

i’m training to become a sign language interpreter, and today i asked my mentor about weird jobs she’s been on. like has there ever been one that when she left she was like “what the actual fuck just happened to me?” and i swear her soul transcended this plane of existence for a few minutes while she told me this story.

a few years back she and a colleague got an interpreting assignment from the agency that said “spice party”. so it was like a tupperware party where someone works for a company that sells a product, and they invite people into their home to show them the product and then the guests can place an order and buy the products and in this case it was spices.

they get there, and ring the doorbell. the host opens the door and tells them that the guests haven’t arrived yet but that they’re welcome to go into the other room to look at the products so they’ll know what will be discussed during the night.

so these two interpreters were like pfft spices?? lmao we don’t need to look this up, there’s salt pepper and chilli like how hard can it be. so they walk up to the door. open it. look into the room where this spice party is supposed to take place. and stop dead in their tracks.

flashback to when the interpreting agency got the order from the host of the party. apparently it said “it’s a party where they can order products from a company called something something spicy”. so this old little lady that handles the orders just thinks “hey, it says spicy, so that must mean spices right?” she rewords the order and sends it to the interpreters.

fun fact. that company did NOT sell spices. these two interpreters open the door expecting oregano or some shit and they get dildos. just. everywhere. dildos. lube. vibrators. condoms in 75 different sizes. it was a sex toy party.

the guests arrive. this is a small ass town. the interpreters know everybody at this party. throughout the night the guests can go into a private room with the host to place an order, and the interpreters have to come along because the host is the one who is deaf. to this day they see these people on the street and have to be like “hey :)” because it’s a small town, everyone knows everyone, and they have to say hi to people knowing that they have a two foot dildo and licorice flavoured lube at home.

anyway what i got from that story is that i picked the right profession.