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In the Corner

Summary: based off this imagine given to me by @n-octicolor

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 3k (whoooooop go me!!!!)

Warnings: cheesy fluff, dry humping (hUMP THAT LEG LADIES), Cas comes without u even TOUCHIN HIM (bc thats hot), language, slight dirty talk

A/N: I didnt proofread this. I’ll go back and fix any stupid errors tomorrow. :-) enjoy!


“You got 20 minutes, princess!”

“Shit,” you muttered, getting out of your chair and practically running down the hall to your bedroom.

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Wedding prep

Filling a prompt from @missweber

Bitty closed the screen of his laptop very gently.

Then he buried his face in his hands, scrubbed them over his eyes, and said “Good Lord.”

He only jumped a little when he heard Jack’s voice behind him.

“Everything all right?”

Bitty twisted around to face Jack, not concerned about the way his hair was going every which way from his fingers raking through it, and said, “Can we elope already? I don’t think I can stand six more months of this.”

Jack filled a glass from the kitchen and tap and said, “Which one? Mine or yours?”

“Mine,” Bitty groaned. “I swear she thinks it’s not a real wedding without yards of white organza and orange blossoms. She keeps sending me pictures of men decked out in white tailcoats with ridiculous pastel cummerbunds and ties. And there was a link to a story where you could rent doves to release to … symbolize something or other. I told her we just wanted a low-key wedding. Why is she doing all this?”

Jack leaned against the counter and drank his water.

“Is she feeling left out, maybe?” he said. “Because we’re doing it in Montreal?”

“I don’t know.” Bitty said. “Maybe. Probably. But I don’t care if same-sex marriage is legal – there’s nowhere in Madison that I would want to do this. Even at home – it could make things difficult for Coach. And too many people would get wind of it here in Providence.”

Jack considered.

“Parse suggested we head out to Vegas,” he said. “Then at least she wouldn’t feel like she’s losing out to my parents.”

“First, no,” Bitty said. “Not Vegas. And second, it’s not a competition! Your folks have room, and it’s private, and they offered. They even offered to let my folks stay at the house. What more does she want?”

“Maybe something to do?” Jack suggested. “So she’d feel part of it?”

“But you should see what she’s sent, Jack. How can I put her in charge of flowers or wedding favors or anything if she’s trying to make this into a recreation of Princess Diana’s wedding to Prince Charles?”

“Wasn’t that like, in the ‘80s?”

“When my mother was in prime dreaming-of-weddings mode, yes, Jack. Flower girls, Jack. She wants flower girls. Does she think we can just rent them?”

“It’ll be all right, lapinou,” Jack said. “Let me shower and then we can head for the market, OK?”


“Of course I care about Uncle Mario and Uncle Wayne, and Ray and Steve and all of them, and Julia and Meg and Sandra too,” Jack said to his mother later. “But we can’t have them all at the wedding, Maman. This is my wedding, mine and Bittle’s, not yours and Papa’s.”

He paced on the balcony in the chilly air, his phone held up to his ear. He paused to listen, glad that Bitty was busy in the kitchen with his music going and couldn’t hear his half of the conversation.

“I know they care about me,” he said. “And marrying Bittle is well worth celebrating, I agree. But we really want to celebrate with our friends – our friends from Samwell, and Providence, and some of Eric’s family. Even with that, I’m counting about 50 people, give or take. But at least none of them require their own security.”

“Thanks, Maman. If you want, maybe we can have a party after we get back from France? Invite the whole world if you want. It can be your world, but I’ll bring Eric so you can show him off.”

“Yes, Maman, Eric said he got the pictures of the suits you sent. He liked them, I think, but there was some change … I don’t remember. You’re going to have to talk to him.”

Jack ended the call and went into the kitchen.

“I think I have it sorted,” he said. “But we might have to show up at a party when we get back from the honeymoon. I told her to talk to you about the suits.”

“Mm,” Bitty said, concentrating on a tiny lattice for a mini-pie. “As long as they’re not white, they’re fine, really.”

“I have an idea,” Jack said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”


“You know how we were going to Montreal over the bye week to taste food and pick a florist and all?”


“Why don’t we invite your parents to come, too? Or just your mom, if your father is busy?”


“Because then she could feel like she’s involved,” Jack said. “Don’t worry about all the white lace and stuff. Maman will make sure we get something you’d approve of. But then Maman would also have someone to gush to.”

“She does think your mother’s a style icon,” Bitty said.

“She’s never seen my mother in yoga pants and one of my dad’s old T-shirts,” Jack said. “And anyway, my mother thinks your mother is refreshingly unjaded and one of the most genuinely nice people she has ever met.”

Bitty snorted. “Yes, well, she’s never challenged my mother’s jam supremacy.”

“So you think it will work?”

“Probably,” Bitty said.

“Good,” Jack said. “Then they can both convince you it’s not a good idea to make five dozen mini-pies with lattice tops for party favors the day before the wedding.”

This is Kyoya's Home

//my first ‘Kyoya Imagine’

Imagine you’re waiting at home for Kyoya to come home after he’s finished work. You hear the door unlock so you put your book down and stand up from where you’re sitting to welcome him home. He opens the door, and in the split second before he realises you’re standing there, you see the exhaustion on his face. It had been a long day at the medical facility, and no doubt, still struggling to compete with his brothers in gaining his Father’s approval and being seen as an equal. Despite gaining the small medical company, his father continuously gave rather unjust challenges for Kyoya to rise to (and he does!). This made you angry, however the Ootori’s were a complex family compared to yours and you knew your place and to respect the differences. All Kyoya has asked is that you remain by his side, all he needs to know that he has you to come home to at the end of the day.

And that’s exactly what happened today. “Welcome home, Kyoya. How was your day?” You greet with a small, gentle smile, your eyes twinkling with happiness now that he’s home.

Steel grey eyes fell on you and he paused momentarily in the midst of shutting the door behind him. To this day, there were moments where he still couldn’t believe he had you in his life. (Not that he would mention this either). But today was different. Instead of giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and then answering your question, he gently deposited his laptop carrier that held the fragile device safely inside it on the table.

Without uttering a word, you watched as he walked over to you and wrapped you firmly in his arms. He just needed a hug. It was unlike him, but you knew he needed this small affection of reassurance for whatever reason. Your own arms came around and gripped the White medical coat he was still wearing. He dropped his forehead on your shoulder and let out a sigh, his body finally relaxing in your embrace.

This was his home.

Kiss Me (Already)

@loving-cs-fanfiction, aka @the-savior-and-the-pirate, said  “But I really, really want this other version where Killian is the younger brother pining for his older brother’s best friend, wondering forever if there is something more between Liam and Emma, but also hoping that there isn’t and that maybe his big brother’s best friend might look at the little brother as someone more.

‘And then, Emma does start to show a little interest in Killian, And then they start secretly dating because Killian doesn’t know if Liam actually does love Emma more than a friend, or if he would even approve of Killian to be the boyfriend of Emma.”

And this is more specifically the “And then, Emma does start to show a little interest in Killian” part. This is set in college though, where Killian is 19, Emma is 21, and Liam is 22.

Allie, I don’t even write CS fanfiction anymore, but I saw your challenge in the tag, and it spoke to me a bit.

He wanted to kiss her. A frown covered every single feature of Emma’s face, her hands tightened on the end of the couch cushion, fingernails digging deep. One episode of Breaking Bad would soon be coming to an end, with another one to follow. And…

Emma glanced at Killian, who sat clear across on the other end of the couch. 

He wanted to kiss her.

Didn’t he?

So why didn’t he?

Killian was slow to turn his head, making eye-contact with her for the first time in about half an hour.

“What?” he asked slowly, sounding completely unsure. The arm resting on the back of the couch slid down as the hand on the armrest clawed at the ends of it. The rest of his body seemed to fidget, his bent knee swaying for a second as he cleared his throat. “What?” he asked her again, chin dipping down towards his chest.

He had just began his second year at the university. He had followed Liam, picking the same college even when their majors were in completely different fields. That’s how Emma had met Killian all of a year ago. The little brother of one of her best friends, who she had met when she had come to the college now four years ago.

Emma leaned back on the couch, letting out a sigh. But that relaxed position wasn’t what she was really feeling. She had questions. And she wanted answers.

Sitting back up, she threw her own knee up on the couch, turning to face him directly.

“Just tell me what it is, Killian,” she pressed, her head tilting while she felt her brows snap together.

His tongue came out of his mouth and he made a swipe from one corner to the other.

“Tell you what, Emma?” He looked genuinely puzzled.

That was fine. It had been her utter tiredness of the game that had her bursting out anyway. So, of course, he hadn’t known what she meant.

Emma nodded her head, her own lips parting and her eyes blinking once, twice, three times. Was she now the nervous one?


“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” she asked, her voice firm. There was less curiosity in her tone; there was more accusation than anything else.

All ten fingers flexed on whatever material they were holding onto as his mouth dropped open.

There was a bit of a stammer, his mouth moving with no words coming out until he produced, “What?”

God, he was adorable! It almost made her smile. Probably would’ve made her smile if not for her dire need to know the truth.

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requested by anon <3
Could I request something where tony stark and his little sister are drunk and in hysterics in the lab trying on the other team members suits making fun of them? The rest of the team are just watching them from the security room laughing but even though steve doesn’t approve of the behavior he lets it go cause the stark siblings rarely have that kind of fun and happiness together


Steve’s suit looks unfitting for someone as irresponsible and as foul-mouthed as Tony Stark. Natasha’s black catsuit hugs your curves perfectly, and whilst normally Tony would not approve his baby sister wearing such clothes and you would be too self-conscious to parade in them, right now the both of you are too drunk to care.

Your cheeks started aching a while back - most likely from grinning so brightly. Clumsily you try your luck in lifting Thor’s armor but the heavy metal does not budge from the mannequin and with one last frail attempt you laugh and stumble away to inspect another Avenger’s gadget. Tony sits with a bottle in his hand with arms crossed over his chest and remarks about you ‘inferior strength’ and how it’s ‘sad to watch’. You merely roll your eyes with a huff and pick up one of the bigger laser guns and point it at a nearby wall, pretending to shoot.

Some team members watch behind the glass and smile sadly. The Stark siblings rarely see each other, and if they do it calls for grief rather than celebration: you are in charge of making sure that everything that the enemies destroyed, the lives that were ended, the jobs that were lost were reported back to S.H.I.E.L.D in a form of many papers. You visited the actual Tower twice a year, three at best, and your visits were always painfully short.

So it’s nice. It’s nice to see you and Tony have this evening, this one evening to let loose and catch up. Though Steve occasionally frowns at the use of cusses, he lets it slide just this once. Piles of work wait for you in the morning, but right now you’re having fun.

Requests are open!

anonymous asked:

How would UT/UF Sans and US bros react to an S/O that loves puzzles and brain teasers? They participate in escape the room challenges that's filmed for those who don't participate. S/O can figure out maddeningly tough riddles without breaking a sweat and even solve the dreaded rubiks cube.


++ Sans ++

Classic adores your intelligence and your knack for puzzles. You’re VERY good friends with Papyrus and that makes him so happy, because he’s always wanted his S/o to care for his bro just as much as he does. You show Classic the Rubik’s Cube and he’s in awe as you solve it so quickly, and then he fumbles around with it. He manages to solve it, but it takes much longer than what you’ve done. Yet again, that was the first time he’s ever solved one. The two of you begin to challenge each other with puzzles like the Rubik’s Cube and more.


++ Sans ++

Your outgoing desire for puzzles is so adorable, and it helps get Papyrus approve of you dating Red. Even if he didn’t like you, Red would date you anyway, because who’s dumb enough to pass you up? You’re always enthusing about the toughest riddles and puzzles, and he finds it adorable. Your excited expression and optimism really makes him happy, and he knows how to solve the Rubik’s Cube too, so you guys are always testing each other to how fast you can solve it. You guys are always challenging each other to EVERYTHING, and sometimes Papyrus gets involved too. You guys get a little scared when he gets involved in a challenge or bet.


++ Sans ++

Oh. My. Stars. Are you an angel? Have you fallen from heaven? Good thing you landed into Blue’s arms because he’d DIE if you guys weren’t dating!!! The two of you enthuse about puzzles together all the time and you always show him these knew ones, you guys try to out-stump each other! You’re both best friends in a romantic relationship, and he’s so lucky to call you his. When you solve the Rubik’s Cube and show him, he’s in awe, and Blue always tries it, too. When he’s too stumped, you’re happy to help, and he’s happy to have you help.

++ Papyrus ++

Honey thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world, but he’ll challenge you. He is VERY smart himself, and he’ll probably frustrate you a little bit, but it’s all in good fun. You and Sans are such good friends and that makes him really happy. Seeing either you or his little bro separated still makes him happy, so putting the two of you together? It makes him elated. He loves you, and he’ll make sure to remind you in a heart beat.

House of Cards in the Wind

TITLE: House of Cards in the Wind

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirteen

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you were a powerful villain who was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. and put in Cryogenic storage because there was no other way to deal with you. After doing some research, Loki learned about you and became obsessed. So much, that he looked for you and woke you up, knowing that you’d seek revenge and he would be more than willing to help.

RATING: Teen and Up

NOTES/WARNINGS: This story is the result of an imagine I saw on another blog theartofimagining13. The credit for the imagine goes to the author on that page.

I was thinking of adding a smut chapter, opinions?

Rebecca looked at the proceedings below like a God on high. Thor tried to fight what she was doing, but as she had stated, he had the most of her focus and he could not argue her. One thing he had noted was while she was in such control of him, he could not control Mjolnir. Loki stood to the side, causing Thor to look at him. He had apparently no idea that they were still related by blood. Thor realised then that there was something more that joined the sadistic pair, even if Loki did not realise it, born in war; as he had stated to the other Avengers, being born in such makes a person fundamentally different to their peace time counterparts.

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forlorn-kumquat  asked:

Imagine teenage Tony and T'Challa first meeting when their fathers are doing business together, and the two of them sneaking out of boring business meetings to explore Wakanda/New York/wherever they are that week.

“They’re just going to say no again,” Tony said, making his voice as bored and dismissive as he possibly could.

Howard scowled at him, hand clenching into a fist. Tony darted a glance at it then blinked lazily and looked out the window. “You had best be on your best behavior, Tony,” Howard warned. Tony shrugged, ignoring the curses and muttering Howard directed at him, before focusing back on the business plans and contracts he was going to present to the King of Wakanda.

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Freshuary challenge

Hi everyone! Pikachumod995pandas here! I took part in the Genoary challenge by @shinydiamondblog and thought it would be fun if we had a challenge for Fresh for the month of February.

What is the Freshuary challenge?
The Freshuary challenge is a drawing challenge about Fresh.
How do you participate?
Draw or write something for Freshuary. It is up to you if you decide to take this challenge. Please tag your post with the hashtag #freshuary to make it easier to find your posts. It doesn’t matter if you are a week late. Just have fun.

Down below is the list of challenges you will undergo.

Day 1: Freshify
Who does Fresh possess?
Day 2: Gone Momma CQ
Momma CQ is away what does Fresh do until his mom comes back?
Day 3: Swap
Fresh switches clothes with someone. Does he approve of it though?
Day 4: Feelings
Fresh has finally achieved emotions other than negative ones. How glad is he?
Day 5: Best friends
Hmm…Fresh has a best friend? Draw who you think would stick with him.
Day 6: YouTubetale
Fresh looks like your favorite YouTuber with his own spin of them. Which YouTuber does Fresh look like?
Day 7: Ship
Who do you ship fresh with and why?
Day 8: Romance story
Fresh tells a romantic story.
Day 9: Kingdom Hearts
Fresh is stuck in Kingdom Hearts.  
Day 10: Underfresh
What comes to mind?
Day 11: Movie
Fresh is entrapped in your favorite movie.
Day 12: Chocolate
Fresh makes something with chocolates.
Day 13: Love potion
Fresh falls for his worst enemy.
Day 14: Valentine’s Day
Fresh gives a Valentine’s Day gift to someone. Who does he give it to?
Day 15: Human Fresh
How would fresh look like as a human?
Day 16: Fresh meets Kid! Fresh
How does Fresh react to a radical young kid version of himself?
Day 17: Yandere! Fresh
Someone took away is love interest. Who does he kill? Does his love interest see who he kills?
Day 18: Personality Change
Fresh’s personality is changed with something else. Which personality does he have now?
Day 19: Furby
Fresh uses his explosive furbies. Who does he use them on?
Day 20: Fresh in Gloomverse
Imagine how Fresh would be in Gloomverse and the magic he would hold.
Day 21: True! Fresh
Fresh gets mad.
Day 22: The Fresh Team
Fresh hangs out with Dippy Fresh.
Day 23: Error! Fresh
Have fun drawing an Error Fresh.
Day 24: Kawaii
A cute radical Fresh is an ok Fresh.
Day 25: Lucidia! Fresh
Time to draw this wiggidy wacked out broseph’s new design.
Day 26: CPAU
Fresh freaking out some Sanses.
Day 27: Thanks dude!
Let’s appreciate the radical @loverofpiggies! Draw her and the radical Fresh.
Day 28: See ya Fresh!
Today is the last day. What radical thing do you do to commemorate this day?

I tried to make this as fun as possible…sorry if it doesn’t seem like it. I used part of the genoary challenge as a reference. Anyway if ya want to have a head start you may. I just want everyone to have fun!

1. Don’t ever get too comfortable. Life is a series of waves crashing one after another and, just as you begin to think you’ve found a permanent home in the sand, you’ll find yourself dragged back out into the tumultuous sea. Don’t worry; you’ll be back.

2. Don’t ever let anyone else be a part of all of your favorites. Keep some books, movies, songs, and places for yourself. This way they’re a source of comfort, not nostalgia, when things change.

3. There’s no need to rush deep, personal conversations and connections with anyone you haven’t been close to for very long. It’s only been a few weeks; favorite colors and foods will suffice, maybe a movie night or two. People can be very deceiving. Be certain they’re going to stick around before you give them all of you.

4. Don’t ever change to keep someone in your life. You’ll change one thing, and another, then another. Soon you won’t recognize the face looking back at you in the mirror. This is how you lose yourself.

5. Don’t stay in any place, relationship, or situation where you feel uncomfortable. You feel that way for a reason, and your instincts are usually right. If you feel the urge to leave, go. It will likely save you a lot of trouble.

6. It’s okay to miss people from your past. Don’t get too caught up in them though. You’ll never be able to see the light up ahead if you’re turned back, stumbling around in the dark.

7. There is no such thing as feeling too deeply. Never allow anyone to impose guilt over this. Though a heavy burden at times, emotional depth is one of the greatest qualities a person can possess.

8. You never know where the people around you might go and what they might do. But their habits can usually give you a good idea of where they will end up. You are who you associate with; choose a good bunch.

9. Stay away from anyone that makes you feel hard to love. You are not, and will never be, “too much.” Someone that shies away from a challenge isn’t worth your time anyway. Trust me.

10. A praise is worthless if it involves the degradation of something else. Expressing approval does not necessitate the bashing of a counterpart. It’s possible to love one thing without hating another, I promise.

11. A good book can be a better companion than any human. There is no shame in curling up in your bed on a Saturday night, traveling the world and having adventures without moving a muscle. But remember to take your own travels too. Reading about something and actually experiencing it are worlds apart.

—  lessons for my future daughter
V Live(Yugyeom)

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Word Count:218

Request: Heya :) I really like your blog and would like to request a Yugyeom x reader (he my ult bias 🔥) where you’re gf/bf and you two do a V live together for the first time. Please? Keep up your great blog! 👌🏽 @datyugyummy

A/n:I’m super sorry that it’s so short, I hope you enjoy it!~Joy

You and Yugyeom sat on the couch, waiting anxiously as he opened up the app on his phone. Today would be the day he officially showed the Igot7′s his girlfriend, although you were so excited you were also very nervous, you wanted to make a good impression. The recording started and Yugyeom started to smile brightly as he grabbed your hand. “Hello! Meet my wonderful girlfriend, Y/n!” Yugyeom smiles, as you watch the comments flood in.

‘She’s so pretty!’

‘They’re so cute’

‘Love from Canada!’


You couldn’t help but smile, the support you were getting from his fans were unbelievable, at first you thought they would be judgemental of your relationship with Yugyeom but they encouraged you to kiss him on the V live. You two did some challenges together, deciding to do the boyfriend does your make up challenge. Yugyeom started to apply the eye shadow, applying some blush, and some lipstick. Overall the look was good, Yugyeom was surprisingly really good at applying make up, although there was squiggly lines.

‘Ahh So good’

‘She still looks good!’

‘Oppa has some skill though’

When you ended the V live you were in a bright mood, you couldn’t be any happier to know that the fans were approving and a bright community. “So what did you think about your first V live with me?” Yugyeom asked, as you couldn’t help but smile widely.

“Best thing ever, we need to do this more often I love talking to your fans, they’re so nice!” You told him, as he smiled.

“I’m so glad, they probably will want more V lives with you in it” Yugyeom said, as you let out a chuckle.

Imagine #69

Imagine Draco has a crush on you and he has dirty thoughts about you. When you are put next to him in one of your classes, he has to try and control himself *the bottom gif is what he does in class*

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Originally posted by yousaidimfullofdiseases

[Mark] Teacher's Pet (Chapter 63)

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“Home sweet home!” I sing, swinging the door my house open. Mark follows behind as I walk in, finding my mom busy in the kitchen. She turns her head at the sound of my booming voice and grins.

“Abigail. Mark.” She says, the crinkles by her eyes appearing as she smiles. She’s my momma bear! She hugs me, squeezing men in her arms, and I bug her back warmly.

“We missed you so much. How was your flight? Are you tired?” She pulls away and cups my face.

“I’m good, mom. I missed you too.” I kiss her cheek.

“Look at your tan!” She exclaims appreciatively.

“See? I’m not white like a butt anymore.” I caress my bare arm, all proud.

“I remember you wriggling your butt while you sang about Froot Loops.” The deep voice that comes from behind my mom is my father. He’s all blue eyes and jeans, and I’ve missed him.

“Papa bear. Hi, I missed you.” Leaving my mom with Mark, I walk to him and wrap my arms around his body. He gives me his usual big hug.

“I missed you too, baby bear. How was your flight?” He enquires.

“Long. But I’m okay. Glad to be home.” I lean on my tip toes and kiss his cheek.

“Where’s Bea?” I ask.

“Here!” I hear her voice before I see her sprinting down the stairs. I squeal and run to her, and she jumps on me, making us fall on the floor like two giggling whales too heavy for each other.

“Ow.” I laugh, rubbing the bruise on my arm as we painfully get up.

“Missed you.” I say, hugging her.

“Me too. What did you bring for me?” She claps her hands in excitement. The venal little hamster. Mark and my dad get my suitcases out of Mark’s car and then we proceed giving out our gifts. It takes us a good hour to explain everyday behind them. I’m giddy with joy, glad, so glad to be home.

“Abigail and I have an announcement to make.” Marl says, catching everyone’s attention.

“Are we married?” I ask cluelrssly. I feel stupid, but I honestly have no idea what he’s going to announce. Mark lets out a brief laugh and shakes his head, and then he turns to my parents and Bea who are sitting on the couch across us.

“Abigail agreed to move in with me.” He declares. My eyes widen in shock. No, he didn’t. We didn’t talk about this. We didn’t agree on a date, we didn’t plan to tell them. Why? Oh, god! Their jaws drop in union as they gape at us.

“She what?” My mom utters. All the blood drains from my face. Shit, Mark.

“No.” Mt father says sternly. He’s the first to speak, and his eyes are shining with anger. My heart sinks.

“Papa bear.”

“Don’t. Papa bear me. Don’t.” He holds his index finger up at me, shutting me up effectively.

“I do not approve.” He says, to Mark.

“Why?” I ask.

“He can’t take care of you.” He declares. Is he referring to the cliff accident? I’m alive for fuck’s sake.

“Yes, he can. And he does.” I counter. “You knew I’d leave one day.” I add, and he glowers at me.

“It’s not about you, it’s about him.” He points at Mark.

“Yeah? And how?” I challenge.

“He’s incapable of taking care of my daughter.”

“No, your daughter incapable of listening to anybody.” I retort, and it’s my turn to shut him up. But it’s only out of surprise.

“Don’t even go there.” He grinds out, his steel glare trying to pin me down. He hates it when I go there, but I’m tired of pretending for him.

“You had forbidden me to go to that party. I didn’t listen.” I say to him. Yes, I’m responsible for what happened to me. Not at fault, and I didn’t deserve it, but I disobeyed that day. If I hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here. “I’m a problem magnet, dad. Just face it.” I add, and then it occurs me.

“You too.” I turn to Mark, and his eyes widen in surprise.

“Stop always feeling bad about not being able to protect me, I never listen. Just put up with me.” I curl my fingers around his hand, and he glances down at where I touch him. After a beat, he squeezes my hand back. I’m not sure what it means, but I’m glad he heard me. When I look back at my dad he’s shaking his head slowly, looking at the floor, and then he gets up and leaves, like always, like I do when I’m overwhelmed. I look at my mom for support, and she gives me a faint but sincere smile, and then I look at Bea, and her eyes are watery and shiny. My heart stops, and all the blood drains from my face. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Her face contorts as she threatens to break down, but she rises before we can see her cry, and runs away.

“Bea.” I call, following her instinctively. She rushes up the stairs, going to my room, our room. We I finally make it shows sobbing softly, her face buried in her arms as she lays on my bed, face down.

“Peanut, I’m the worst sister ever.” I croon, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yes.” She mutters, and I pat her hair.

“I barely agreed, I didn’t know he was going to announce it like this before I even talked about it with you. It’s been only three days since we started discussing it, I swear.” I explain. She sniffles again, but she’s not crying anymore. She lifts her head, and after a beat she twists her neck to glare at me with her deep green eyers swimming in fresh tears. I wish I had those eyes.

“We were supposed to have our apart together.” She says quietly. I wince audibly. Yes, we were. I have nothing to say in my defense. I’m neglecting her.

“You’re boyfriend is fucking up all our plans, and it’s great. But it hurts.” She says, wiping her nose on her forearm and twisting until she’s in the same position as me.

“I’m sorry.” Is all I can say.

“I guess I’ll have to get used to be without you. I’d better start now.” With that, she rises. What the fuck?

“No, stay. This is your house, and you’re my sister.” I jump up and hold her back.

“Even sisters start their own lives at some point.” She says sadly.

“Yes and you’re in mine.” I retort.

“Of course I am, but not like before.” She counters, once again, leaving me without any argument.

“I’m not mad, baby. I’m happy for you.” She adds in response to my pained silence.

“You’re a shit liar.” I mutter.

“Well, fuck you. I am happy for you, and if you think for one second you’re going to use me as excuse to bail out you can kiss my ass.” She says, that must be the most Bea-like thing she’s ever said. I smile at my best friend. I believe her, she’s not mad, thank god.

“Stay.” I murmur.

“Another time.” She says before kissing my cheek. Raah! She’s so frustrating!

“So it starts like that?” I raise an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips in a challenging manner.

“Fuck you. Deal with your dad, he’s even more upset than me. thanks for the perfume.” She winks at me and exits, leaving me alone and confused. I slump on my bed and drop my head in my heads, my elbows on my knees and sigh deeply. This is hell. But what did I expect? I don’t know, but I surely didn’t expect Mark to announce it today. I should’ve seen it coming. When I think about it, it’s so like him.

You’re moving in with me as soon as we come home.

Well, we’re home, what was I thinking?

I hear steps walking up the stairs towards my room, and I know someone is here to see me. When I look up, Mark is leaning against the doorway, his head cocked to the side, his expression serious.

“You’re mad at me?” He asks quietly? I sigh again, not knowing what to reply. Technically I am mad at him because it’s his fault everybody is upset, but on the other hand, he had warned me.

“They’re all upset.” I say. He pushes himself off the doorway and sits next to me.

“You’re their little princess, and you’re Bea’s best friend. They all love you more because you’re their only one. Your parents’ only child, and Bea’s only best friend.” He says softly, and I don’t see how this can be an argument in his favor.

“You could have concerted me. Why did you say it like this?”

“You knew how they would react.”


“And you would never have said it. You would have made me wait an eternity.” He says. Oh, like this is all about him!

“That’s really selfish.” I shake my head at him.

“Why? Because I rushed things? Or because I asked you to move in with me?” He challenges, his words pinning me down. I blink at him, struck.

“Tell me. Are you upset because of their reaction or because you wish I had never asked you?” He asks. I recoil slightly, shrinking a little, all my rancor reduced to guilt. I look down at my lap.

“You know I want to live with you.” My sentence hangs in the air, unfinished.

“But?” He prompts, sensing the edge in my voice. There’s no but, there shouldn’t be, there is. I want to live with him, but if the news have such a bad effect on my family, I think we should wait.

“But?” He grabs my chin and makes me look at him, raising expecting eyebrows at me. I pull my chin out of his grasp and look down at my fingers, quite shamefully. I hear him let out a long, deep sigh. I feel bad now, really bad, for making my parents and Bea go through this, and for hurting Mark. I’m at a freaking impasse here.

“I knew your parents wouldn’t be too happy about it, but I didn’t think I’d have to trample you, Abby.” He says, pulling my eyes up to his. What?

“You’re going to trample me?” I ask. He gazes down at me, dead serious.

“I give you one week.” He says, and I frown, confused and lost. “Next Wednesday, you’ll move in with me.”

My eyebrows cease and my jaw drops.

“Are you crazy?” I utter. “Bea is going to hate me!”

“If she loves you, she’ll get over it.”

“And if you love me, you’ll give me more time.” I retort.

“How much time do you want?”

“How much time will it take for my family to accept the idea?”

“One week.”

Gah! I raise and shove both of my hands in my hair and pull it out of frustration. He doesn’t get it.

“You’re delusional!” I cry.

“You want to cancel everything?” He asks.


“Their reaction doesn’t make you happy, I get it. And now you want to wait and try another time?” He asks me. Yes!

“Like they’d love you less by then and let you go without feeling sad.” He adds, making me frown. Do they have to love me less to let me go?

“Your family loves you, get over it. You’re the apple of their eyes, you’ll never get an enthusiastic response about you leaving. Try to put yourself in their shoes.” He says. Ah, shit. I don’t know what to do. If time isn’t the key, then I don’t know what to give them, what to say to them.

“I get it, but we should give them more tine to recover from the news, shouldn’t we?” I counter.

“One week.” He says, his voice steel. He doesn’t compromise, his mind is like a cement wall, hard, unbreakable. I sigh, my shoulders slumping, giving up, realizing I can never break down this wall. I lean against the door of my room and lift my eyes to the ceiling. Mark takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us, pressing his body against mine. The contact is distracting. He gently gabs my chin and pulls my face down until I’m looking at him.

“I love you. You know that, right?” He says. The manipulative bastard! I sigh and look away, not wanting to give in. He tries to grab my chin again and again but I shake my head, fighting him.

“Tell me you love me.” He pleads, the edge in his voice making me stop. He’s trapping me, I cannot not say it back.

“I love you.” I mutter. Satisfied, he dips his head and kisses me tenderly, his lips feeling like a soft caress on mine. I drop all my weapons, surrendering, giving in, giving up, and kiss him back, because I love him.

“You’re mine.” I breathe against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close.

“Yes.” He concurs, his tongue running across my bottom lip. “And you’re mine.”

I hum appreciatively. That I am. I pull away from him, and his lips chase after mine, taking without asking.

“If you really want me to be ready next Wednesday, you have to leave. My parents surely have things to say to me.” I mumble, my words swallowed by his stolen kisses. I gently pat his chest, easing him away from me, and he pulls back with a groan.

“Damn. I realize just how much I hate sharing you.” He says, making me pout. I miss ou bubble. I miss France, it was just me and him, 24/7, heaven on earth.

“It was perfect when it was just you and me.” I muse, and the corner of his mouth quirks.

“Want to go back? I think the last flight to Paris is at midnight.” He proposes. I roll my eyes at him and slap his arm. I want to call him silly, but I know he’d actually take me back if I said yes.


Mark leaves without saying goodbye to my dad who is probably wandering around like a depressed puppy. I find him in the backyard, on the swing, beer in hand and singature ‘meh’ grimace on. I sit down next to him, not on his lap like I used to when I was little. When I was still a little chubby thing, he’d put me on his lap on the swing whenever I was crying. He says it always calmed me down. Sometimes when I feel down he still proposes to take me to the swing, and sometimes I let him.

“Say you’ll put up with me.” I say quietly, leaning my head on his shoulder. He sighs deeply.

“It’s like you’re saying you deserved it.” He breathes.

“No, I didn’t. I’m a problem magnet and I never listen to anybody, that’s just a fact.” I explain.

“Can’t you make some efforts about that?”

“Can’t you stop thinking you can protect me from myself?” I counter, looking up at him to find him glaring down at me. His lips form a grim line and he turns his gaze to the house.

“None of you is going to do a good job with me, and I love you both. Just love me back.” I murmur. He makes a pained sound.

“I do, baby.” He croons. “But it’s all so sudden.” He says. You bet it is, even I wasn’t prepared for it.

“He wasn’t supposed to announce it. We had just agreed to live together soon, but I didn’t know he would rush things like this.” I explain.

“Abigail, you’ve just turned nineteen.”

“He’s going to take care of me. I’m not talking about taking an apartment on my own.”

“He’s unemployed.” He counters. I scowl and push my head off his shoulder.

“He has money. And it didn’t seem to be a problem when he said he would buy me a car.” I mutter, and feel him tense next to me.

“Yes, he told me.” I say, pursing my lips. He glances at me and gives me a brief apologetic look, but says nothing. Actually I’m not sure who’s the most ridiculous, Mark or my dad. I sigh, definitely pushing those thoughts out of my head. Mark is going to sell the car, and we’ll forget everything.

“I can only imagine how hard it’s going to be to let me go. I’m sorry for putting you through this, but I love him.” I murmur. He stays silent for a moment, all kinds of thoughts crossing his mind.

“It’s going to be so hard, Abigail.” He takes a swing of his beer.

“I can’t say I’m sorry for being the most precious thing you have, but yeah…sorry.” I snuggle close to him, and he puts his free arm around me, squeezing me and kissing the top of my head.

“I’m moving out next week.” I blurt.

“What?” He barks out.

“Dad, it’s a good thing he hasn’t carried me out and locked me up in his apartment. I would already be there if it was up to him.” I explain. When I think of it, Mark giving me one week is a fucking exploit.

“Who the hell does he think he is?” He utters.

“My boyfriend.”

“He’s a tyrant!” He growls. What? No! I push away from him to look at him.

“No, daddy. It’s not like that. He loves me, and he’s not forcing me.” I explain. “I do want to live with him, I’m looking forward to be on Wednesday. I just wish you’d be okay with it. I don’t want to leave with you hating me. Or him.”

“I don’t hate you.” He says softly. But he doesn’t say he doesn’t hate him.

“Don’t hate him. He’s not a bad person, it’s just his way of showing his love for me.”

“Abigail.” He admonishes.

“I know it’s brutal, unexpected, intense, maybe too soon, but it’s us. It’s how we are.”

“You nearly died on that cliff, you nearly lost him, I understand. You’ve both been scared, just give it some times and think about it later.” He advises. Does he think I lost my mind when I hit my head? That it’s some kind of delirium?

“There’s nothing to think about.” I snap. “If you think wen the adrenaline rush is over I won’t love him anymore, you’re wrong, dad.” I say, and he doesn’t react.

“I love him, for god’s sake. Before and after the accident. I already wanted to live with him.” When he doesn’t reply, I understand he’s done with this discussion. He’s done, yet I don’t know if he’s changed his mind, if I even managed to scratch the surface of the brick wall his mind is.

“Don’t do this to me, don’t stand between us, please.” I murmur as he finishes his beer.

“I’m not.” He says. “Let’s just…” He runs his hand across his face and rises painfully. He looks ten years older, tired. I feel guilty. “Let’s call it a night, let me think about this, okay?”

I want to protest, but I’m exhausted. From our flight, from the surprising news. I want to go to bed.

“Okay.” I give in, and drag myself to bed. Despite the thoughts bouncing in my head, I have no trouble falling asleep, thanks to the 9 hours of flight.

Does my stomach offend you?

Why should it? Because it challenges everything you know and are used to? Because it challenges what is socially acceptable? I bet you wouldn’t be complaining if I was skinny. Because, how dare I be confident and sexy without having a flat stomach, right? Maybe you actually feel offended because you realize your opinion doesn’t matter. That a woman can love her own body without needing your or any mans approval. Maybe it’s shocking for you to realize that women do what they want for themselves, not for the pleasure of men. Don’t you know this is a revolution? Women are taking back their bodies. Reclaiming their confidence and their beauty, loving their bodies despite what men and the media try to say about it!

You better get used to women not giving a damn about your opinions. Chubby girls in crop tops will be the least of your worries.


Molotov Jukebox - Tick Tock

i saw you were failing your musics a day challenge hardcore so i will help a friend-o out with some time related music.


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Shatner does not speak for Sam

Sam has always shown nothing but kindness towards his fans. He has never insulted his fans on Twitter. He has challenged two trolls who attacked him but he has engaged, on an almost daily basis, with fans for nearly three years in a pleasant and kind manner.

We know nothing of Sam’s relationship with Shatner. Just because he banters with him on Twitter and met him last weekend does not mean that they are close friends or that Sam approves of all Shatner’s actions. Interacting on Twitter does not necessarily mean you are close friends or that you can control the behavior of your Twitter “buddy”.

There is no way that Sam condones what has transpired with W. Shatner tonight. There is no way that Sam asked Shatner to undertake this activity. Why would a man as diplomatic and eager to please people, including his fans, do such a thing? The answer is that he would not. While many would like Sam to fix this mess and defend those insulted by Shatner, we do not even know if Sam is aware of it. He could be traveling or offline. If he is aware, he must tread lightly so as not to create a more severe firestorm. I am sure that he is seeking advice as to how to handle it. Please don’t view his silence as approval.  That is not the Sam that we know through all his good works and kindness shown to others, not to mention the testimonials of all those who know him.

I am sorry that people have been hurt. Sending you hugs.