come back to me my darling

anonymous asked:

When u lie to ur group about your test result because it's too shameful :'). Our results for our first test in uni (all in first year) came back and the people in my table got really good marks and thought it was 'piss easy'. I got 11/20. It's worth 15%. I cried in the train on the way back. (The results were released online that's why it's easy to lie about it)

aww darling… trust me, it’ll be okay, know that in a year or even in a few months this one number won’t matter at all. 15% isn’t something that you can’t rebound from, and while i understand that knot of guilt and shame that can come with expectations that have been let down, don’t make it a habit of lying to others. these things happen, you’re only human after all, as everyone else is. opening up, showing your vulnerabilities makes it easier to be honest with yourself as well. it’s true you don’t owe them details, but you owe yourself the courage to face the situation instead of pretending it’s not what happened.

i know the last thing you probably want at the moment is pity, but your classmates may have valuable advice or be able to help you in some way. pride and perfectionism aren’t the way to go right now — remember that the transition to uni is always harsh, more so for some people than for others, and it’s quite common to have low results at first! keep your head up, you’ll move past this and achieve amazing things. sending you a virtual hug!

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞
❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞
❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞
❝ & we never talked after that. ❞
❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞
❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞
❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞
❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞
❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞
❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞
❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞
❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞
❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞
❝ when can you just be mine? ❞
❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞
❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞
❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞
❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞
❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞
❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞
❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞
❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞
❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞
❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞
❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞
❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞
❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞
❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞
❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞
❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞
❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞
❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞
❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞
❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞
❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞
❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞
❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞
❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞
❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞
❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞
❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞
❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞
❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞
❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞
❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞
❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞
❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞
❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞
❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞
❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞
❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞
❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞
❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞
❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

  • Belle: No! Please no... Come back!
  • Plumètte: (exhales)
  • Lumière: Plumètte? Plumètte! Oh my darling Plumètte. Oh no! Oh no!
  • Madame de Gardrobe (voice weakens): Maestro, you are so brave! Goodbye my love
  • Maestro Cadenza (cries): Amore! No! Don't leave me! (Sound of his cries freezes)
  • FrouFrou: (whimpers cease)
  • Mrs. Potts (panicking): Chip! Chip! Have you seen Chip?! (cries) Where is my little boy?
  • Chip: Momma! Mom! (sound of china shatters)
  • Butler: (sound of wood hardens)
  • Cogsworth: Lumière. I. I can't. Speak.
  • Lumière: It's alright Cogsworth
  • Cogworth: Lumière. My friend. It is an honor. To serve with you.
  • Lumière: The honor was mine
  • Me: (cries into oblivion)

Feyre: *lost Rhys in the crowd and can’t find him*

Feyre: *screams* FEYRE AND TAMLIN BELONG TOGETHER

Rhys: Pfft, that’s soooo wrong. Ah there you are, Feyre darling!

Feyre: There he i…

Mor: Who would disgrace my High Lady like this?

Amren: I gonna inflict pain to this moron

Cassian: Who said that?!

Azriel: *shows up and looks threatening*

Nesta: My sister belongs to noone!

Elain: Feyre deserves better than Tamlin

Suriel: FEYRE IS RHYSAND’S MATE

Lucien: I’m not so sure that’s true anymore …

Tamlin: FINALLY! You finally realized that we belong together! Come back with me to the Spring Court! I will …

Rhys: *punches Tamlin in the face*

Feyre:

So all these ACOWAR theories and fics - where Rhys swoops into the Spring Court and is like, “Hello, Feyre darling, my High Lady of the Night Court,” and Feyre saunters over to him and just leaves Tamlin in the dust - are great and all, but do you know what I want? For Rhys not to show up for whatever reason. For him to just tell her - through the bond, a magic piece of paper, whatever - it’s time, wreck havoc, please come back home as soon as you can. I want Feyre on her own - no Mor, no Az, no Cassian, no Amren, and no Rhys - up against Tamlin on his own. I want Feyre to have a nearly villain-esque monologue where she explains everything that’s happened, all the information she’s stolen from his mind and passed on to the Night Court, all the ways she’s sabotaged for the Spring Court etc. I want Tamlin to first be confused, then in denial, then hurt, then angry and nearly … mocking? “If you’re Lady of the Night Court, where’s your army? Where are the people ready to break in and rescue you? Where’s your High Lord?” And Feyre just smiles all evilly and goes, “I’m High Lady of the Night Court. I don’t need rescuing.”

After which she proceeds to royally kick his ass.

RWBY characters as Undertale quotes
  • Ruby: "After all, you can't spell PREPARED without several letters from my name!"
  • Weiss: "Screaming is against the rules."
  • Blake: "Look, I gave up trying to go back a long time ago."
  • Yang: "Who needs arms with legs like these?"
  • Jaune: "I like to just lie on the floor and feel like garbage."
  • Nora: "You can't use the fire exit because you're not made of fire."
  • Pyrrah: "That's the expression of someone who's died thrice in a row. Hey, what comes after thrice, anyway? Wanna help me find out?"
  • Ren: "My puzzles are very fair, and my traps expertly cooked!"
  • Penny: "Being friends with everyone is EASY!"
  • Taiyang: "Knock 'em dead, darling!"
  • Qrow: "You're gonna have a bad time."
  • Roman: "RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS. I MEAN--friendliness pellets!"
  • Cinder: "Down here... It's kill or be killed."
  • Emerald: "Like, SO totally hyped for the destruction of humanity!"
  • Mercury: "Leg so hot. Hot hot leg. Leg so hot you fry an egg."
  • Neo: "I can't go to hell, I'm already out of vacation days."
  • Tyrian: "This is a family show! Now stand still while I murder you!"
  • Whitley: "I have zero redeeming qualities."
  • (Bonus)
  • Winter: *at Qrow* "That's the trash can, feel free to visit it any time you like!"
Falling in Love Again

Summary: Yuuri becomes incredibly honest when he gets his wisdom teeth removed and Viktor is having a wonderful time. Much fluff and other sweetness.

Pairing: Viktor/Yuuri, Viktuuri

I couldn’t get this idea out of my head after watching videos of people after getting their teeth removed. I myself was a riot after getting teeth removed, but my mom thought it would make her look bad to record me. I am full of regret.

“Mr. Nikiforov?” Viktor stopped bouncing his leg and quickly stood, his heart ceasing to beat for a moment. Getting your wisdom teeth removed certainly wasn’t anything to get too worked up over, but Viktor couldn’t but worry about his darling Yuuri. “Everything went smoothly; you can come back and see him now.” He breathed a sigh of relief. The Russian didn’t hesitate, grabbing his bag and proceeding into the back with the dentist. “He’ll probably be awake within the next few minutes. I’m sure you’re already aware of this, but he may be a little… odd when he does.” Viktor, of course, already was aware and he had come prepared.

The doctor led him to a room at the end of hall and instructed him to call if anything seemed wrong to which Viktor agreed and thanked him. As the door closed, he put is bag down on the extra chair and walked around the front of the chair to where his darling sleepy beauty rest. Yuuri’s head was slumped against his shoulder; his cheeks swollen and stuffed full of cotton. Viktor could have died. He looked like a squirrel who had been just a tad over ambitious when gathering nuts. The Russian struggled to hold in his laughter; he could feel it expanding in his chest as he sat down next to Yuuri. As much as he wanted to take a picture, he knew it was much more important to first ensure the well being of his fiancé.

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Coffee?

I had a hard night. After a long day.
Baby had some issues and had been drinking alone at home (which is a *BIG NO NO*)
By the time I got home she was waaaaaayyyyy gone and threatning to throw up.
So being a good Daddy I put a bucket next to her and cooked food.
Fed my baby and took her to bed at 21:00.
She fell into a deep sleep.
Now I have trained her to give me a blowjob first thing every morning and then go make us coffee and come back to bed with it. I then have my coffee and a cigarette while she rides me. I know….my mornings are fucking heaven 😆
At 3 am last night Baby woke up and went on auto-pilot. So I’m having this amazing blowjob and I’m feeling great…when she stops and says… “Coffee?”
At this point I tell my sweetie:
“Darling, it’s 3 am”.
“Oh, sorry” she says and falls back asleep… So I do too.
I am awoken once again by her heavenly tongue and lips. At the point that I am about to fill her pretty little mouth with some well earned calories she stops and says….“Coffee?”.
I look at the clock.
“It’s 5am hunny”.
“Oh, sorry” and she turns around to go on sleeping.
I lie there with my pulsing cock for 15 minutes hoping to fall back asleep. I can hear she isn’t asleep yet….
I grab her hair and push her face onto my cock. She starts sucking like her life depends on it. Pushing her head further and further onto my cock till I’m nice and deep in her throat and know that she wants it badly. I take my revenge…I pull her back up by her hair and say…“Now, coffee”.

@iamdaddyslittlemonster

“I can use the stairs.”

Elain huffs. “Lucien, that’ll take you an hour.”

“The first hour is always Cassian and Nesta bickering while Rhys makes bedroom eyes at Feyre, anyway.”

Elain smiles against her will, but doesn’t let her mate make any headway towards the enormous staircase of the house of wind. “Luciennnnnnn,” she intones, holding him back by the arm, “Come on. Even Amren has to get flown up. Trust me, your dignity is not suffering more than Amren’s.”

“Amren doesn’t have a giant Illyrian with a personal vendetta to—“ the booming sounds of wings cut him off as two figures in black descend with a leathery snap before them, siphons glinting. “—To make my life difficult. Hello, Azriel.”

Azriel and Elain exchange polite hellos, but Cassian is sporting what can only be called a shit-eating grin.

“Cassian,” Lucien finally adds.

“Lucien. Darling.”

Elain tries not to giggle. Cassian delights in good-naturedly antagonizing her mate; Lucien always gives as good as he gets, but the odds are a little stacked today.

Cassian holds out his arms, expression smug. “Shall we?”

“I’m afraid I have to beg your pardon, Commander,” Lucien says with faux apology, their game begun. “But I was just about to ask Azriel to take me, and you to take Elain. I just thought it made sense, given that I’m heavier than Elain, and that Az, I’m told,“ —appraising glances at both Illyrians— “Has the larger wingspan of the two of you.”

Elain has to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, and even Az’s spymaster composure cracks.

Cassian’s smile has tightened, and his mouth purses as he decides his retaliation.

“I understand,” he says finally, nodding. “It’s perfectly normal, the first time you feel something like this—“ he gestures between them, “—to be overwhelmed by it. If you’d rather seek shelter in Azriel’s arms for the time being, I won’t judge you.”

Lucien’s shoulders shake with suppressed laughter, but he stares up at the sky like he can will himself away from this conversation. “I’d really like to know why we’re having the meeting in a house that only four of the nine people attending can easily access,” he muses.

“And I’d like to know why you’re denying the passion between us, princeling.” Cassian puts an offended hand on his chest. “I won’t wait for you forever.”

Elain is reduced to a fit of giggles that makes Lucien smile wryly too.

“Shall we leave these clowns to their antics, Elain?” Az asks lightly.

“Alright, alright,” Lucien relents, laughing. “Let’s go, Cassian. My mate’s about to abandon me.”

But Cassian crosses his arms, mirth still in his eyes. “Oh, you think you can just get a ride whenever you like? That wingspan comment was rather offensive. I suddenly don’t feel like taking you anywhere.”

Lucien groans. “What now? Are you going to make me beg?”

“That would be a start.” Cassian examines his nails uninterestedly.

“Please, Cassian?”

Cassian ignores him.

“Please, Commander?”

Nothing.

Lucien rolls his eyes. “Please, o beautiful and powerful Illyrian warlord with shoulders that shouldn’t fit through doors and an abdomen made of solid steel.”

Cassian arches an eyebrow. “Getting closer. What are you asking me, Lucien? Be specific.”

Lucien heaves a sigh of defeat. “I’m asking you to wrap me in your big beautiful arms and take me. Is that the kind of homoerotic answer you were looking for?”

Cassian’s grin returns in full force, and his wings unfurl anew from his back. “Yep, that’ll do.”

Elain’s face hurts from laughing, and it only gets worse as the Illyrian sweeps Lucien off his feet, her mate going stiff and bristling at the motion like he’s an angry red cat.

“Be nice to him, Cassian,” she calls, as Az does the same with her (albeit more gently).

“Don’t worry, I know it’s his first time. I’ll be gentle.”

“If you drop me, I will set you on fire,” Lucien deadpans in response.

“If I drop you, you’ll be dead,” Cassian says cheerfully, and Lucien’s smart response is swallowed by the crack of air under Cassian’s wings as they shoot off into the sky.

HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF MORE THAN YOU LOVE HIM:

i. Someone once told me he was an arctic I lost myself in. I learned how to breathe while frozen, learned to enjoy how the frostbite numbed my fingers, learned to be thankful they were not falling off at least. Someone once told me frozen lobsters can come back to life when unthawed. That without the cold, they can learn to live again.

ii. When snakes are born with two heads, they fight for food. When twins are born conjoined, they fight for use of their organs until they are separated. You think your bodies are made to fit inside of each other, but darling, soulmate is not synonymous for togetherness.

iii. You are lightning always competing with thunder, but yelling louder doesn’t mean he’s right. Loving publicly doesn’t mean you love more. Weeping harder doesn’t mean your sadness is stronger. So smile, smile because you have the strength to give up the fight.

iv. Maybe you aren’t there yet, but recognition is the first step. Recognize that you are fighting a war against the unchanging earth and kiss yourself with a million apologies for every time you put him above your well being. Blink butterfly kisses into your bloodstream until love radiates through the melanin in your skin. Put on your darkest shade of lipstick and kiss him out of every photograph of him kissing you, no matter how numb your tongue is from its inability to sit still without his mouth.

v. Realize that love has a lot to do with the way he made your tongue move against your lips. It’s late-night tongue wrestling with words so sweet, you spit them out so easily. Now your tongue is bitter like black coffee and it will take some getting used to. Luckily, your tongue is the strongest muscle in your body. Luckily, you can find other people to swirl your words in like galaxies. You can find your own belly so soft, you will never cover it in indigestion.

vi. Before the 17th century, almost all carrots were purple. When you are seventeen, the most important thing is not developing your taste, but finding comfort in things unchanging. Find new comfort zones. Hallow out your backyard until hell looks like home. Until you are thankful that the pain made you who you are.

vii. This life is for exploring, never for standing still. There are more microbes on your skin than people on this planet. Our bodies are outnumbered ten to one by the bacteria that lives on them. We have so much more to love than just our bodies. We have so much more to scrutinize than just our skin.

viii. You are taller in the morning than the evening. Our eyes are the same size from birth, but our ears never stop growing. Your eyes can deceive you, so open your ears to knowledge. Learn who you are and wake up each morning stronger-willed, with bigger bones than you thought you could ever be made out of.

ix. Love him, love him, love him, but never forget to leave him.

x. Love him because he does not know any better than the fault lines his hands create, but love yourself enough to let go of him anyway.

—  How to love yourself more than you love him

rapha-senna  asked:

I still want my Stormpilot fic so how about Poe coming back from a long mission and Finn greeting him as soon as he lands with the fluffiest of kiss because they missed each other a lot ? (I am making myself swoon just imagining it) (Also, you gotta watch Rogue One) (Also also, so sorry if my madness over it spammed your dash ! I just ... aaaargh, best movie ever ! And the fandom is so nice and talented, it's insane) Hum. Anyway. Love and hugs, darling !

sorry it took me so long and also this thing decided to not be a drabble also angst but there’s the happy sappy ending I’m putting most of it under the cut hope you like <3

ao3


Every time Poe lands after yet another successful mission, Finn is there, waiting. Poe takes his helmet off and grins at him, spotting him among the crowd almost immediately, and then they weave their way through people and droids and cargoes being unloaded, running towards each other, colliding somewhere in between the unspoken words.

You’re alive. You’re back.

Hey buddy, I missed you.

This hug is where Finn wants to stay forever. Poe is his best friend and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The hug lasts just a few seconds and Poe’s hand ruffles Finn’s hair as they pull apart and Poe grins at him, again, telling him that the jacket still looks better on him than it ever did on Poe. Finn laughs and shakes his head and Poe slings his arm around Finn’s shoulders, steering them towards the base and their friends to celebrate another small victory. They laugh and drink and talk missions and plans and strategy and Finn is still, after all this time, amazed by how effortlessly he fits in. How this place and these people feel like a home he’s never had.

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‘  all around the world girls will be girls  ’
‘  all i need is someone to love  &  tonight it’s you  ’
‘  all i wanna do is make love to you  ’
‘  and baby, talk dirty to me  ’
‘  can you, my darling, can you picture this?  ’
‘  dig if you will a picture of you  &  me engaged in a kiss  ’
‘  don’t come around here no more  ’
‘  don’t dream it’s over  ’
‘  don’t forget it’s me who put you where you are now  &  i could put you back there too  ’
‘  don’t give me no lines  &  keep your hands to yourself  ’
‘  don’t go away mad, just go away  ’
‘  don’t wish it away, don’t look at it like it’s forever  ’
‘  don’t you forget about me  ’
‘  don’t you want me, baby?  ’
‘  even then i knew i’d find a much better place, either with or without you  ’
‘  every now  &  then i fall apart  ’
‘  every now  &  then i get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears  ’
‘  everybody dreams of angels  ’
‘  girls just wanna have fun  ’
‘  heaven isn’t too far away, closer to it every day  ’
‘  hey, little sister, what have you done?  ’
‘  he’s been knocking, he won’t leave me alone ’
‘  hold me now ’
‘  how am i supposed to live without you?  ’
‘  how could our love be so blind?  ’
‘  how do i get you alone?  ’
‘  how i love the way you move  &  the sparkle in your eyes ’
‘  i can’t believe you’re gone  ’
‘  i could never steal you from another  ’
‘  i didn’t want to see you go  ’
‘  i don’t belong to you  &  you don’t belong to me  ’
‘  i don’t know why i did the things i did  ’
‘  i don’t know why i said the things i said  ’
‘  i don’t wanna lose your love tonight  ’
‘  i don’t worry about nothing, no, cause worry’s a waste of my time  ’
‘  i guess it would be nice if i could touch your body  ’
‘  i guess that’s why they call it the blues ’
‘  i haven’t been there for the longest time  ’
‘  i just wanna use your love tonight  ’
‘  i know this much is true  ’
‘  i met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine  ’
‘  i need you more than ever  ’
‘  i never really cared until i met you  ’
‘  i never wanted to be your weekend lover  ’
‘  i only want to be some kind of friend  ’
‘  i pretend you still hold me  ’
‘  i really didn’t mean to hurt you  ’
‘  i remember you  ’
‘  i see your true colors shining through, i see your true colors  &  that’s why i love you  ’
‘  i still love you  ’
‘  i think we’re alone now  ’
‘  i wanna new drug  ’
‘  i want your sex  ’
‘  i won’t forget you, baby  ’
‘  if i could turn back time, if i could find a way, i’d take back those words that hurt you  &  you’d stay  ’
‘  if this ain’t love, you better let me know  ’
‘  if this is it, please let me know  ’
‘  if we blame it on anything, let’s blame it on the rain  ’
‘  if you fall i will catch you, i’ll be waiting time after time  ’
‘  if you want my love, you’ve got it  ’
‘  if you’re lost you can look  &  you will find me time after time  ’
‘  it’s a nice day to start again  ’
‘  it’s such a shame our friendship had to end  ’
‘  it’s the same ol’ ball  &  chain  ’
‘  it’s the same ol’ situation  ’
‘  i’ll be gone in a day or two  ’
‘  i’ll take my chances, i forgot how nice romance is  ’
‘  i’m going crazy, i’m losing sleep  ’
‘  i’m gonna keep on loving you  ’
‘  just one more night  &  i’m coming off this long  &  winding road  ’
‘  maybe i’ll be sorry when you’re gone  ’
‘  maybe i’m just like my father, too bold  ’
‘  maybe i’m just too demanding  ’
‘  maybe i’ve been hoping too hard  ’
‘  maybe you’re just like my mother, she’s never satisfied  ’
‘  my future’s so bright i gotta wear shades  ’
‘  no one will ever know how much i loved you so  ’
‘  once i ran to you, now i run from you  ’
‘  perhaps i should leave her, go far away ’
‘  she will play around  &  leave you  ’
‘  she’s got the looks that kill ’
‘  she’s the kind of girl you dream of  ’
‘  sometimes i want to give up,  want to give in,  i want to quit the fight  ’
‘  stay with me  ’
‘  tell her about it, tell her everything you feel  ’
‘  tell me how it is that you can sleep in the night without thinking you lost everything that was good in your life to the toss of the dice  ’
‘  tell me what it takes to let you go  ’
‘  tell me why can’t this be love?  ’
‘  tell me your troubles  &  doubts  ’
‘  the power of love is a curious thing  ’
‘  then i see you  &  everything’s alright  ’
‘  they could never tear us apart  ’
‘  things ain’t always what they seem  ’
‘  think of good tender things that we were working on  ’
‘  till now, i always got by on my own  ’
‘  too young to fall in love, guess we knew it all along  ’
‘  we are the youth gone wild  ’
‘  whatever you want, i’ll give it to you  ’
‘  what’s love got to do with it?  ’
‘  when i said that i love you i meant that i’ll love you forever  ’
‘  when i see you smile, i can face the world  ’
‘  where do we go now?  ’
‘  wherever you go, i’ll be with you  ’
‘  who knows how much further we’ll go on  ’
‘  why do we scream at each other?  ’
‘  words are like weapons, they wound sometimes  ’
‘  you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone  ’
‘  you feel so right  &  i could be wrong  ’
‘  you know i like my girls a little bit older  ’
‘  you know i’m a dreamer  ’
‘  you know there’s nowhere that i’d rather be than with you here today  ’
‘  you say i’m a dreamer, we’re two of a kind  ’
‘  you were the first to be the last  ’
‘  your love made me a prisoner, my heart’s been doing time  ’
‘  you’re all i need  ’

"Well that's a Relief" (James McAvoy Smut/Fluff)

A/N Getting some up today. I hope you like this.

Warnings: Unprotected Sex. (please use protection)

I needed something to do. I have been sitting at home for about 3 weeks straight heartbroken.
James and I broke up. But my best friend had to come over and cheer me up.
“Hello Darling I’m here” My best friend Ryan yelled.
“I’m in here.” Shouting from my bedroom.
“Your still in bed?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I said pulling the blanket over my head.
“We’re going out tonight.” He said pulling the blanket off my face.
“No. I don’t want to.” I said pulling back over my head.
“As your best friend. I have to find you a rebound and maybe me even a guy for me.” He said.
“Okay fine. But only for a little bit.” I say.
“Okay come on. I’m picking out your outfit. Go get a shower. You stink.” Ryan says walking over to my closet.
I get up and walk over to my bathroom. I undress and hop in the shower.
After I washed my hair and shaved every unwanted hair off my body I got out and blow dried my hair.
Ryan was downstairs waiting for me to get ready. After my makeup and hair was done I walked into my room to see a short black dress with some red heels.
“That man knows how to pick out an outfit.” I thought to myself.
I definitely felt self-conscious. The dress was tight. But I went to the club anyway.
We flashed our IDs to the bouncer and went into the club.
We went straight to the bar.
“What do you want?” The bartender asked.
Ryan said something that I had never heard of.
After we got our drinks we headed to the dance floor. We danced for about 2 hours. A few guys danced with me but they all got rejected.
Ryan was plastered and was talking to this group of girls when I saw James.
“Hey I’m gonna go.” I told Ryan.
He just slurred some words that I didn’t understand and went back to talking to the girls.
I walked out of the club but I felt someone watching me.
When I was home I walked in and tried to close the door but someone was in the way.
“So who is he?” James said bursting through the door.
“Who?” I ask.
“The guy you were with ” He yells shutting the door.
“He is just a friend.” I yell back.
“Oh yeah. Just a friend. So how long have you been with him?” He yells again.
“I’m not with him. He is my friend…” I was going to go on but out of nowhere James kissed me. He didn’t break the kiss as he pushed me against the wall.
“You have been a bad girl. You need to be punished.” He said to me.
I pulled on his shirt and he took it off. He unzipped my dress.
“You look so good.” He said as he started kissing my neck. I moaned as he reached my sweet spot.
“Jump.” He said. I did so and he walked us up to my room. He tossed me on the bed and took off his pants. Leaving both of us just in our underwear.
That didn’t last long as he unhooked my bra and pulled off my underwear.
“How bad do you want me?” He asked.
“James. I want you so bad. I need you inside me right now.” I moaned.
“Y/N your wish is my command.” He said as he pushed into me.
He thrusted slowly then gained speed as time went on.
“You feel so good.” He said.
I moaned in response. As soon as his thrusts started to get sloppy I know he was close. I started feeling a pit in my stomach.
“I’m close.” I said.
“Me too” He said.
“On three. 1..2..3..” He said.
We climaxed and rode out our highs.
He collapsed next to me and I fell asleep in his arms.
*the morning*
“Good morning Y/N” He said as I rolled over.
“Good morning.” I say stretching.
“You know that guy last night. His name is Ryan and he is gay.” I say laughing.
“Oh well I didn’t know that. Actually that’s kind of a relief.” He laughed.

Milly: It’s been so boring here while you were away. And you know I’m little angry at you for not visiting me sooner when you came back.”

Lawrence: “I’m sorry darling, but my family has kept me busy.”

Milly: “More like that fiancee of yours has kept you busy.”

Lawrence: “Now don’t be cross. Jealousy doesn’t suit you.”

Milly: “Me, jealous? Hah. That would be the day. Besides, I’ve gotta a husband. Why would I need to be jealous of?”

Lawrence: “Of course not. Now come here and give me a welcome kiss?”

Milly: “Oh alright.”

Band-aid

I see you looking,
staring,
Trying to understand,
I see your hands
fidget,
Don’t you know
what to say?
We’re on two planets
darling,
You no longer know
this man-
So why do you
stay?

I see the betrayal
buried,
in your eyes;
I hear your cries
every,
single,
night,
I feel the tension
It’s tearing-
us apart.
And we can’t go
back,
‘Cause we’ve come
too far.

We’re cracking
breaking,
Foundations are
crumbling,
We’ve started
a war,
That none of us
will win,
Take me back-
to when words of
‘I’m sorry’
didn’t get stuck
in my throat,
When you cried tears
of happiness,
Not tears of lost
hope.

When your laughter
wasn’t forced,
Your smile wasn’t
fake,
When our hearts
we’re unbroken,
Now I hear them
break-

Let’s go back to
the kisses,
On reddened
cheeks,
Back to the flowers
every week,
Back to your
promise of;
'I’ll stay’
Back to the
better,
simpler,
days.

But we’re drifting-
Floating,
Slipping,
away-
Tumbling,
Shattering,
No one to save
the day,
Breaking,
Cracking,
Splitting apart,
No band-aid
can fix a broken
heart.

No band-aid
can soak up your
tears,
No band-aid
can bring back
lost years,
No band-aid
can take us back
in time,
No band-aid
can answer
'Why?’
No band-aid
can turn grey
to gold,
No band-aid
can fix bullet
holes,

We love like
this,
With hearts that
mould,

Eventually,
The blood runs
cold.

Sorry i havent posted in awhile but im trying to come back
-December 30th 2016 3:19am-
My body is turning into the earth. My eyes are the galaxy. It holds stars and memories. My skin is the snow. Pale and soft, but can be very cold. My heart is a flower always growing but will wilt till its brought back. My mouth is a rose soft and beautiful, but can leave pricks. My hands are the sun for i will give life and warmth.
Even though i am becoming the earth there are disasters. People around me are hurricanes, tornados. There are different types. Some will be a hurricane trying to drown you and pull you out to the lonely dark sea, making you feel scared and alone. Others are tornados, powerful, destroying everything it touches making you feel torn apart and empty. But darling you are apart of this world and everything comes back up. A picked flower grows back. A cut down tree grows back stronger. The world will come back, so will you. Come back stornger and stornger each time.

My darling,

I need to tell you this because you mustn’t hate me for going away.

I gave myself permission to have an ordinary life. I’m not running, I promise you that, I just need to do this in my own way.’

But I don’t want you and Sherlock hanging off my gun arm, I’m sorry, my love.’

I know you’ll try to find me but there is no point. Every move is random and not even Sherlock Holmes can anticipate the roll of a dice.


I need to move the target far, far away from you and Rosie, and then I’ll come back, my darling. I swear I will.’

Mary

—  The six Thatchers - Sherlock
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Some of the things I write about on a song like “Blank Space” are satire. You take your creative license and create things that are larger than life. You can write things like I get drunk on jealousy, but you’ll come back each time you leave, ’cause darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. That is not my approach to relationships. But is it cool to write the narrative of a girl who’s crazy but seductive but glamorous but nuts but manipulative? That was the character I felt the media had written for me, and for a long time I felt hurt by it. I took it personally. But as time went by, I realized it was kind of hilarious.