destination disaster

for sophistication - @solouisalbum

like candy in my veins by @littlelouishiccups

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”

“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”

(Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for) (26k 4/5)

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I reach the station with just minutes to spare
Glance at my watch, time’s going faster these days, I swear
Eyes focus up now to the train timetable board
There’s only two platforms to be explored
And it’s then that I admit it to myself
That I am lost, so lost, but you’re the constellations that guide me

There’s a train at twelve, destination Disaster
It’s running on time as time runs faster
On platform two, it’s destination sustainability
It’s delayed though, it was supposed to arrive at 11:50
Platform one, it says “Stand behind the yellow line”
But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time

My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence
I’m all choked up now with the threat of distance
As the train bound for “Disaster” chokes up to the station
I don’t board it ‘cause I decide that it’s the wrong destination
But the train bound for “Sustainability” is nowhere to be seen
And I’m lost, so lost
Where are the constellations that guide me?

For You ~ pt. 18

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~ Mother ~

‘’ ________, over here!’’ I look at the direction where Lee’s voice was coming from. When I spot her, I do a double. How much merchandise did she buy?

She decked herself completely in them and was holding the cute looking light stick in her hand.
Walking over, I wonder where Joon was, and once I’m close enough I burst out laughing, seeing him holding all her stuff.

‘’Ya, I didn’t know you were a fan boy.’’

‘’Don’t say anything.’’ He looks displeased. ‘’I’m only doing this for Lee.’’

‘’Well, guess now we know what her obsession truly is.’’ I give him a meaningful look.

‘’Guys, I’m right here.’’ She takes something out from her bag. ‘’And I got you this. Tada (jjajan)!’’

She holds out a zip up hoodie version of the T-Shirt that she was wearing, she helps me slip it on.
Fumbling with something, she then presses her palm above my chest, I look at her weirdly.
When I look at that area, I see a sticker stuck there. ‘’They didn’t have member customized hoodie’s so I got this instead.’’

‘’Thank you, Lee.’’ I say.

‘’Oh, and the fansites sold these.’’ I look through all the banners and photo cards, impressed by the huge fanbase that is called ARMY. They really are an army.

‘’We got seating tickets. Do you know what that means?’’ Before I can even think of a response she reveals it herself. ‘’We might see their family members.’’

‘’You sound creepy, my friend.’’ I look around worried that security people might ban us from getting in because of her.

‘’Our number is up.’’ Joon says all of a sudden his eyes focus on the sign.

‘’Are we the first?’’ I help Lee gather her many things and together we walk over to the staff. ‘’It’s still two hours until the concert.’’

‘’I think the seated areas are first.’’ We follow the small stream of people and look for the correct line to stand in.

~ ~ ~

Finally taking a seat in our designated seats, I put my bag on the space in front of me and relax, tired from rushing here after work.

‘’Excuse me (jugi-yo).’’ I look up at the man, surprised, and peek at Lee, she shrugs her shoulders not knowing either. ‘’Are you Miss ________?’’

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Originally posted by thesupernaturalfamilyforever

It’s only Sam, Cass and Me now. 

Dean is a Demon. 

I don’t know how we got here. I remember the day I took this picture. Sure, we were certain that were riding into sure death. Hell, little did we know at the time that Ellen and Jo were.

Bobby was taken out by the Leviathan, but in the end we got our revenge on Dick. Lesson there? Don’t stand too close to exploding Dick. Dean and I both got sucked into Purgatory where we ran into an unlikely ally. Benny helped us out, but we had to leave Cass behind. Eventually, Cass would come back to us only for us to quickly turn around and lose Benny soon after. 

No one in our life would stick around. It’s like we we’re cursed. If they get near us, they are destined for disaster. It is the golden rule. There were many more after Jo, Ellen, Bobby, and Benny that met sticky ends too, all because of one of the four of us. Kevin being the one that hurt the most. Who would be next? Jody? Donna? Charlie? 

I shudder at the thought of losing any of those women from my life. They are all like sisters to me, but I learned at a young age not to get too attached. Even being in love with Dean had it’s risks. 

I paid the price for that the minute he took on the mark of Cain. 

I had no fucking clue though that it would turn him into a black eyed monster if he died. A man that was reckless, without a care in the world. A man that I watched from a distance and somehow still loved. A man that wasn’t my Dean, but somehow had all of the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders. As I watched him, part of me was afraid to save him. I would be responsible for putting all of that burden back on him. When he picked up on the fact that I had found him and been trailing him, he almost killed me which should have scared me, but it only made my heart race and my need for him grow. 

It seemed to rile him up, the lust in his eyes clear, his need for me evident, and that night with Dean was one of the most reckless nights I had ever experienced in my life. I wouldn’t take it back for anything. I wouldn’t change a damn thing, but it was then that I realized I had to have my Dean back. It couldn’t just be Sam, Cass, and I anymore. Dean needed to come home.

I stared at the picture in my hand. I decided that once we saved Dean, there had to be a new picture taken. I needed a reminder of the family that I had right now. Even if there was a change they could be gone as quickly as tomorrow. 

This world is corrupted with the minds and actions of mortal beings. I do not belong here and I do not wish to belong in a world destined to plummet into disaster and tragedy. Even death could not match the horror of our earth and of our people. The world has made death a dream and that is saying enough.
—  0060, astroswanted

We made it! The humdinger was 2 hills but with female determination and superhuman strength, we conquered. 

It’s been a tremendous day which started grey and misty but turned to sunshine, then ended in fierce winds as we crossed Dornoch bridge, near the Moray firth, close to Tain. 

We left the Caithness region this morning as we crossed into Sutherland, then entered Ross and Cromarty area near our destination. No disasters yet and bikes running well. Legs and rear ends doing ok too. We look ruddy and weatherbeaten already and we are enjoying our food - big time!

Tomorrow is another 50 ish miles and we end up in Drumnadrochit. Early to bed again I reckon!

I destroy people with my absence. Glass tables are stable when they are whole, but when they break, its never a pretty sight. I am that glass. Like a shard I tend to leave behind broken pieces of myself in the lives of everyone I love. They wound themselves, with my absent presence.

He is glass too. The glass that unknowingly and involuntarily hurts people he loves. When he lets his guard down completely around people he tends to scar them.

A combination of the two of us will always be so volatile, so susceptible to breaking apart. No matter how careful anyone is, two glasses colliding is destined to be a disaster. I know very well we are both sharp edged; and also partially cracked. Even so, every time we kiss he leaves me a little breathless, and wondering if maybe our broken edges might fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. But then I remember who we are - a splattered shot glass of vodka in my mind, and a punched in mirror hanging loosely above his bathroom sink.

—  the untold story of two people who were made of glass // excerpts from a book i’ll never write #5
From This Moment On || Mavlysaa

The clenching feeling in his stomach had yet to subside, despite the numerous amounts of alcohol he’d drank to contain it. He was pretty sure his tuxedo was too small, and he couldn’t even remember where he’d placed the paper he’d written his vows on, but, one thing was for certain. Today, Maverick was marrying the love of his life and the mother of his child Alyssa Reed, and he was giddy with excitement. The excitement couldn’t shake the nerves though. Commitment was big for anyone, but especially someone like Maverick who didn’t commit to anyone for more than a few nights in a row. Getting married wasn’t his thing, and anyone that knew him knew that this wedding was just destined to be a disaster. But, that was only a quarter of the reason Maverick was doing this. He had to prove to everyone that getting married wasn’t just something in the storybooks for him, it was something that needed to be done because he honestly couldn’t even imagine living the rest of his life without Alyssa, and he needed her to be his wife. With his metal flask in his hand, the man walked around the dressing room, looking at the three men he’d asked to be his groomsman and best man for his wedding - all various people Maverick had become acquainted with throughout the years - he took a sip and looked down the line of boys. “I’m glad you all could share this with me today.” he stated, looking at them. “I’m fortunate to have you all here, now, can either of you help me find where I placed the vows?”

Case Study ~ July 2011 ~ Jukebox

Sorry this is so late… it’s also the longest yet, though, so hopefully that helps make up for it!  Should be caught up by Saturday… I also plan to cheat ;-)

October 2010 ~ November 2010 ~ December 2010 ~ January 2011 ~ February 2011 ~ March 2011 ~ April 2011 ~ May 2011 ~ June 2011 ~ July 2011 ~ August 2011 ~ September 2011 ~ October 2011, Part 1 ~ October 2011, Part 2 ~ October 2011, Part 3 ~ November 2011 ~ December 2011 ~ January 2012 ~ February 2012 ~ March 2012 ~ April 2012 ~ May 2012 ~ June 2012 ~ December 2016

Warning: These stories all revolve around an AU world where Kurt and Blaine both have serious mental health disorders and end up rooming together at a boarding school geared towards special education.  I work in mental health, so I’m familiar with this stuff and will try to be as accurate as possible, but please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.  There will be some angsty parts and some happy parts and many parts that are in-between, and I don’t have a definitive plan in mind other than a happy ending.

Also, Kurt and Blaine are in the same grade here, both juniors.

This part is PG, 2317 words

July 2011 ~ Jukebox

Their home had so many things that were put there just for Blaine—the baby grand piano he had struggled to learn to play.  The old jukebox, loaded with classics from the fifties and sixties.  The “play corner” they put together for him when he was little, which he’d made use of for far longer than most children would.  It hadn’t held his interest for a few years now, but they hadn’t taken it down.

If she had her way, they never would.

Pamela had known her son would be special from the moment she learned of his existence.  Henry had been content with only Cooper, and she’d had to be crafty to conceive again.  When it finally happened, she was thirty-eight and her son was eleven; her husband was angry, but she wouldn’t hear a word against her child.  Blaine had been her treasure, her precious miracle, from the very start.

The fact that he’d been born a little more special than she’d anticipated hadn’t changed that.  In fact, a part of her rejoiced in the knowledge that this boy would surely never leave her, never grow up.

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My 2 cents...

And of course, my dash is filled with apologists. It happened before, with Kate McKensie, with Cat in Lip Service, with all the other dead fictional lesbians you can name. Now here, in as rational a way as I can manage, is why I disagree.

As has been pointed out, the series is set in 1960, a time more repressed and homophobic than our own. The reality of life for gay men and women was distinctly harder than it is today. This is all true. However, the series was not written in the 60s, it was written in 2015, a year after the LGBT relationships were finally recognised as equal by UK law. And yet, and yet.

In the first three months of the year alone we’ve had two characters in lesbian relationships killed at the apparent height of their happiness. Whilst not necessarily overtly homophobic - straight characters suffer all the time - this is still immensely problematic. The death or serious injury of a queer character who dares to be happy, to set themselves of the path of happiness, reinforces the stereotype that gay relationships are unhealthy, unnatural, and destined to end in disaster.

For me, a woman living with my female SO, how does this affect my relationship with the media? Does it help to have all representation of people like me ending in heartbreak and loneliness?

For my grandmother, watching Call the Midwife at ninety, does this help to relieve or reinforce her casual, everyday predjudice? Ah yes, she can say, lesbians. Just a passing phase - never ends well.

Yes, its historical fiction, and ought to portray a true likeness of the time in which it is set. But it is also modern media, and needs to reflect the society we wish to live in, as well as the one we have.

Call the Midwife had a chance to be progressive, to be groundbreaking, to enact the kind of social change the Nonnatans could only dream of. And yet again, the BBC has fallen short of the mark.