dear life can i get a break please

Family Movie Night
  • Genji: So what do you all want to watch tonight, I was thinking we switch it up with some animation with this anime *shows them Summer Wars*
  • McCree: I ain't gonna spend 2 hours of my life reading subtitles again, get a dubbed version of these things please
  • Genji: Dub sucks
  • Sombra: And so does your pick let's watch something we can relate too *Brings out Hacker*
  • McCree: I don't know why we are debating this, we're going watch a cinematic master, a ground breaking film that touches us all and do you know what it is?
  • Sombra: Don't you dear say it!
  • Genji: Stop him please
  • McCree: It's High Noon! Hahahah!
  • Sombra: I hate you so much
  • Widowmaker: How about we watch something with class like The Red Balloon
  • McCree: Isn't it that weird foreign film where a kid chases a balloon around all day, isn't that a bit boring
  • Widowmaker: I only know seven movies give me a break
  • Reaper: We're going to watch Legally Blonde and you all are going to like it
  • Genji: Legally Blonde is the worse movie ever man, nothing in it is funny, I cringe at each joke
  • Reaper: How dare you Genji, I shall now disown you
  • *The four start bickering*
  • Doomfist: *Slams his fist into the coffee table* WE SHALL WATCH THE LATEST SCOOBY DOO MOVIE
  • *Later*
  • Doomfist: Hahahaha oh Wanner Brothers when I bring upon the new world order your company shall stay unchanged as long as you keep making these great films

“  hii! ♡ i love your blog sm 💕 do you take requests? if so, can you write one where reader is really depressed and decides to take her life away, and calvin prevents her from doing so? 💗 “

I hope this is what you wanted! I tried my best haha. Enjoy. <3  

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t continue this facade that I’m happy and everything’s just peachy. It’s not. My life is a mess and I can’t see the positivity in anything. Calvin always tells me everything is going to be okay, but honestly I don’t think it will be.

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a few words to the signs, by a capricorn

dear aries, i know it may be difficult for you to find happiness, but please know that you have only ever made me feel such joy. you are a fawn; swift elegant feet and soft eyes. so please please please stop playing hide and seek. find your happiness 

dear taurus, you are all the stars scattered across the late night sky. always providing comfort after a stormy evening. thank you for being there for me 

dear gemini, just know that life is like a rose; beautiful yet covered in thorns. but you can pick off the thorns and avoid getting hurt. i know you’re afraid, but you have to learn to accept that nothing stays the same. change is inevitable

dear cancer, you are that glass that doesn’t shatter when it falls to the ground. your heart has cracks, just waiting for the breaking point. but you are not as fragile as you seem. please stay strong 

dear leo, someday someone will love you even with all your imperfections, like the earth loves the moon and all its craters 

dear virgo, i thought that what we shared was love, but i wish you didn’t spill out every last bit of your soul into mine leave without taking it back. because oh god oh god i still love you yet all i hope is that you are happy 

dear libra, i am so sorry for the way love has scarred you. but you need to learn to let go. never hand someone a gift that they’re not going to appreciate; don’t give yourself to someone who’s just going to throw you away 

dear scorpio, i used to feel like you used me like a drug, and somehow i felt like the addict. but i know that everything we had was a mistake; you chose a direction without looking at a map. but there’s someone out there hiding above the clouds waiting to be found by you. a path waiting to be discovered  

dear sagittarius, you are more than the stripes stretched along tiger. infact you are every single stripe on a rainbow. a hundred shades of color; full of meaning. learn to love who you are and accept your true colors

dear capricorn, i know the pain of having someone leave you may seem unbarable, a feeling constantly surging throughout your body. but don’t become a shadow feasting on what that person left to you 

dear aquarius, don’t sacrifice yourself for someone who wouldn’t give their all to you. you are art, and you deserve to be appreciated 

dear pisces, let go of the past that holds onto your limbs. thinking about everything bad that has happened to you just calls for more storms to come 

Dear you, 

All of you out there who think they’ll never get over him/her. Believe me, you will. It may take a month, it may take two years, but eventually you’re gonna get over him. Please, just be strong, you know you can do it. I think, once you survived that, no guy/girl can break your heart as bad as the first one, ever again. And, in addition, you learn so much about yourself and what you want/don’t want in a relationship. Once you’re free, you’re gonna have a great life, full of opportunities and nice people. Guys, just believe me. You will make it through this phase, even if you feel like dying. We’ve all been there. 
Don’t give up!


Nate Maloley Imagine - 3 Days

supermiraclemurphy Request: can u do an imagine that nate wakes up on a sunny saturday and when he tries to wake u up ur not breathing and nate gets really worried and he rushes u to the hospital and then 3 days after ur okay i love ur blog.

I had no idea what to call this so sorry for the crappy title. Hope you like it😁

Contains swear words (cuss/curse words)

— (Nate’s POV) —

Hangovers are the worst, they’re the devil’s gift to this earth. I roll over in bed, shielding my eyes from the sunlight that poured through the window. I stroke my beautiful girlfriend’s cheek, kissing her shoulder. “Y/N wake up.” I whisper, laying my head on her shoulder comfortably. She doesn’t wake up, she’s a heavy sleeper - especially after a night out. “Baby wake up, it’s already 11am.” I whine, kissing up her neck to her jawline.

She still doesn’t wake up so I tickle the pads of my fingers over the skin on her neck, her ticklish spot.


“Y/N?” I prop myself up onto my elbow, shaking her body. I nudge her, she’s not this heavy of a sleeper. I really begin to panic after trying to wake her up after a few minutes. “Y/N it’s not funny no more, wake up.” I frown, panic setting in.

As much as I didn’t want to come to this, I lean down and place my ear by her lips and part them…she’s not breathing. I put two fingers across her wrist and find that she still has a pulse. I begin to really panic, falling out of bed as I rush to pick up my phone and call an ambulance.

“Y/N if this is a joke then stop it because it’s getting serious as soon as I press this button.” I tell her, standing beside her side of the bed to wait for a response. But I hear nothing in return.

I call for the ambulance and they say they’d be here any minute but for the time being I had to perform mouth to mouth resuscitation but I couldn’t do it with my shaking hands and my heavy breathing from panicking. I left the phone after telling the operator I couldn’t do it, the ambulance has to hurry.

The paramedics enter after I open the door for them, still in only my sweats, and tell them where she is. They lay her on a stretcher and carry her out of our apartment to the ambulance. I quickly throw on a t-shirt and slip my feet into my converse before grabbing my keys and jumping into the ambulance with them, trying not to cry.

We’re rushed to hospital, I breakdown when she’s rushed into a room and I’m not allowed to follow.

“Mr…here for Y/F/N?” The doctor calls out, I stand immediately.

“Maloley, Mr Maloley.” I tell him, he sits down beside the chair I had been sitting on for three hours straight and pats my back. I sit back down again.

“Mr Maloley-”

“Is she okay? Is she breathing?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the chair in anticipation.

“Yes, she’s breathing again with help from the oxygen mask but she’s not awake. We put her onto a life support machine for the time being until she can breathe on her own again, she will wake up in a few days.” He explains, peering through his thick rimmed glasses.

“A few days? She’s in a coma?” Tears collect at the corner of my eyes. “But she’ll wake up for definite right?” I ask.

“Yes, her lungs collapsed so we’ve gave her oxygen for until she recovers.” He nods his head, laying a hand on my shoulder. “A few days Mr Maloley.”

I nod, letting water leak from my eyes. “Can I go see her?” I ask, he weakly smiles and nods his head.

I enter her room, freezing when I see her peacefully laying there asleep, still awake but asleep. “Y/N, please tell me you didn’t know about this,” I break down at her bed, grabbing onto her hand for dear life. “If you did then why the hell didn’t you tell me? Did you think I’d be mad? I’ll get so mad and leave you? You’re fucking stupid to think that. Baby please wake up as soon as you can, it’s only been a couple hours and already I miss you, it hurts Y/N.” I feel pathetic for talking to her when she can’t reply, assuming she knew about her potential condition.

I’ve been at the hospital for 3 days straight now, leaving to shower for only an hour or two. Friends and family have visited and each brought a bunch of flowers and gifts for when she wakes up. The guys have visited the most, along with her family. She’s still peacefully sleeping, in the same position as when she first arrived.

For the last few hours of sitting here, reading a book or rapping a few verses for her that I’ve written whilst here, debating on whether to roll her over into her favourite position to sleep in. But the cord on the oxygen mask isn’t long enough and I’m pretty sure the doctors and nurses would have a problem with me doing so. She always sleeps on her side.

The door opens in one swift movement, two nurses and one doctor strolls in. “Mr Maloley her breathing has increased since she was put on the mask so we’re going to take her off and see if she’s ready yet.” The doctors tells me, I nod and bite on my lip as I stand at the end of the bed next to him. The nurses take each side and fiddle around until the mask is off Y/N’s pretty face.

We wait a few seconds, anxiously, before Y/N takes a big intake of air. Sighing in relief, my heart beat begins to quicken and a smile lifts my lips. “I knew you could do it Y/N.” I mutter mostly to myself, walking around to her side after the nurses checked she’s breathing fine and left.

The doctor stands the other side, writing on his clipboard. “Okay so she’s not awake just yet but she’s breathing on her own which is great, she may awake in a few minutes or a few hours depending on how stable she is. If she wakes whilst I’m gone, tell another member of staff whilst I fill out some paperwork.” He instructs, I nod and pay close attention to Y/N.

“You’re okay baby.” I whisper once we’re left alone, kissing her delicate cheek.

I Hope You're Happy

Trigger Warning: This is based off of the song The Grey by Jordan Bratton. It helps if you listen to it while you read this, to set the mood. I hope you like. (I almost cried writing this. I might just be tired though lol)

“Girl you’re such a riddle
Cause I can’t get rid of you
You want it, i see it for you
If you want it, I’ll get it for you
Just know that I’m here for you”

“Grace”, Chester called out. She just sat there. She wouldn’t respond to him or anyone else. Lately she had been distant and didn’t want to be bothered by anyone. She slept all day and drank when she was upset. She ignored Chester, Goose, Mamrie, and Hannah. She left voicemail after voicemail from her family unanswered. Chester didn’t know what to do anymore. He’d never seen her so unhappy before but he didn’t want to give up on her. She looked past him. “Babe, please answer me”, Chester said. “I just want to know what’s going on”, he said. He reached out for her hand and she pulled away slightly. Chester hung his head, tears filling his eyes. He let the tears fall because there was really nothing he could do. He was hurt and he was tired. He loved her so much but she was breaking his heart every day. Grace watched him cry from where he sat but didn’t move. Just continued to stare on. Finally she got up and went to the bedroom, turning out the lights. Goose nudged Chester’s hand with her nose. Chester leaned up and scratched behind the puppy’s ear. He figured he might as well take her for a walk and try to get some fresh air. He went into the bedroom to check on Grace and tell her he was leaving but she was already in bed asleep. He grabbed the leash and left.

He tried to think about what he could do that would get her to communicate with him or something. He had talked to her parents and they were just as unsure as he was. He decided to walk to Mamrie’s. He really needed her help. 20 minutes later her arrived at Mamrie’s door and knocked. It took a second but she opened the door to Chester and Goose. “What’s up, everything ok”, Mamrie asked standing in the doorway. Chester tried to play it off like he was okay. “Yeah, totally. Everything is fine. We were just on a walk and decided to stop by is all”, he said trying to sound ok. “Where’s Grace”, Mamrie asked. Chester’s heart broke at the sound of her name. He tried to compose himself but he couldn’t and before he knew it the tears were falling from his eyes there on Mamrie’s porch. “Oh, Chester. Come in , come in”, Mamrie said grabbing the leash from him.

Chester sat on the couch and tried to compose himself but he just couldn’t. “What happened, Chester”, Mamrie asked. Chester shook his head. “That’s the problem, I don’t know. She won’t talk to me, she won’t let me touch her, she doesn’t respond to anything and she sleeps all day. I don’t know what else to do”, he said trying not to cry again. He wiped his face. Mamrie felt awful. She knew that Grace was sad but not this bad. “I don’t know if this will help but I suggest you get her in the car and take her to speak to a therapist or somewhere where she can start to open up to someone”, Mamrie said. “I don’t know. You think that will work”, Chester asked. Mamrie shrugged. “It’s worth a try”, she said walking towards her computer to look up some places.

They looked at a few places but Chester was still very unsure. “What if she gets angry and leaves”, Chester said. Mamrie didn’t speak. She turned to Chester and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Listen to me. I love Grace as much as you do but she needs help. She’s depressed and there’s no amount of jokes we can share or casual conversations we can have to make her happy. She needs to be away and alone. I’m sorry”, Mamrie said letting go of him. The tears came back to Chester’s eyes and he let them fall. “I love her”, he said through sobs. Mamrie’s eyes filled with tears at the sight of Chester crying. She loved Grace too and she wanted her to be happy. She wanted her to get better. Before he left, they called Hannah and let her know what was going on. Chester thanked Mamrie for her help and left with Goose. Arriving back at the house, it was dark and quiet. He went into the bedroom to find Grace on the floor an empty bottle near her. He let go of the leash and picked her up putting her in the bathtub and running the shower over her. He shoved two fingers down her throat to get her to throw up and once she choked up the alcohol he climbed in behind her in his clothes. She coughed up the rest of the alcohol and turned to look at Chester holding her. She was crying but didn’t speak. She grabbed onto Chester’s shirt and he held her close the water running on both of their heads. Chester’s tears hitting the top of her head. He held her and sobbed there in the tub. He knew it was time for her to leave. He couldn’t do this to himself and he couldn’t watch her do it to herself anymore.

The next morning he packed her things and called Hannah and Mamrie to meet him at the facility. He woke her gently. “Grace, honey”, Chester said. Grace slowly awoke and looked at Chester. She looked sad as ever and Chester’s heart broke again. He could feel himself getting close to tears and he tried to stop them. He leaned down and kissed her. “Honey get up, I wanna take you somewhere”, he said. Grace stared at him and sighed. She got up from the bed and got dressed. Pulling on sweatpants and a t shirt. Chester watched her from the bed and looked down at his wedding ring. He knew what he was doing was going to be for the best. He loved her so much and those sad eyes he couldn’t look at anymore. It was too hard.

He grabbed her bag and they got into the car. She didn’t ask questions or talk to him even. She got in the car and stared out the window the entire time. Chester reached for her hand and kissed it. She didn’t pull away. They got to the building and Grace sat up. She looked at Chester as he parked. He looked at her but couldn’t form words. He rested his head on the steering wheel and tried to find the words to say without breaking down. Grace looked out the window at the building and saw Mamrie and Hannah standing on the sidewalk near the entrance of the building. She looked back at Chester. “Grace, I love you. I want you to be happy and clearly that’s not staying here. I need you to get better. I want you to get better. For you”, he said. Grace looked down in her lap. She knew what he was talking about and she knew she had to go. She felt terrible for all the things she put Chester through but it was too late for apologies she figured. Chester undid his seat belt and exited the car. He grabbed her bag from the trunk and walked to her side opening the door. He undid her seat belt and she got out. She just stood there. She didn’t know what to do. Chester hugged her and took her face in between his hands. He looked at those eyes he loved and they were still sad. The tears had already left his eyes as he looked at her. She didn’t cry. She didn’t budge. “I love you. I love you. ok? I love you”, he said. She just stared at him. “Please say something”, he said sobbing now. Grace looked at him. “I need you to get better. Please. I need you”, he said resting his head on hers. The tears from her eyes fell between them. “I love you”, she whispered. It was all Chester needed to hear. He hugged her tight and realized that she had to go now. He let Mamrie and Hannah walk her in while he sat outside. He couldn’t bare to walk her in. It would’ve completely broken him.

He waved goodbye and got into the car. He drove home and dreaded what was there. Entering the house it felt empty. He set his keys down and went into the bedroom where the empty bottle still lay. Her clothes on the floor in front of the dresser. He needed to sleep and try to escape this for a couple hours. Her red baseball tee on the bed. He grabbed and cried into it. It smelled like her and he couldn’t take it. His heart slowly breaking every day and now all he could do was wait and hope she was going to get better . He curled up on the bed with her t-shirt in hand and tears traveled down his cheek as he fell asleep.

“Dear Grace,
I love you. I know you aren’t happy but I hope I can change that. I’m trying my best to be strong for you. I need you in my life and I want you to get better. Please write me back and never stop thinking of me. I will never love anyone the way I love you. You’re my wife, my heart, my everything. I love your spirit and your smile. I love your eyes, and your hair. I love the way you used to calm me down when I got too anxious. I love the way you talk to Goose. I love your laugh and the way you space out sometimes. I love the way you steal my clothes to wear to work. I love the way your body feels in my arms and the way you dance when you think no one is looking. I love to say your name and the way your name is engraved on my ring. I miss you already but I want to see you smile again. Remember when you told me that you have never smiled so much than before the day we got married? I want to hear you say that again. I want to see it. I love you. Don’t ever forget. - Chester”