finally taking this out of my drafts

Yeah sure, I get it, without CC there would be no Shadowhunters and there would be no Malec (a ship I’m so incredibly invested in).

BUT, I want this women to stop while she’s ahead. I’m so relieved that many people noticed how problematic she is. The show is handling her work so much better than she has and I know her fans get crazy when it’s stated but the work done on Shadowhunters is much more commendable than the work done in the books.

She made all of the characters fucking immature and overly dramatic when it comes to serious issues. In the books, Alec is biphobic as hell which is a damn shame because she did give the character some potential. The show took the forgotten potential and made it come to life, dropping all of the overly played out and unnecessary biphobic comments. They’re building Malec up so beautifully and making them come across as so healthy it’s breathe-taking. Just look at that mature conversation they had in 2x06 about Magnus’ past. Sure it was awkward but they were LISTENING TO EACH OTHER. I didn’t once see Alec jump down Magnus’ throat about who he used to date. See CC, It’s not that fucking challenging to build up a healthy, growing relationship.

The whole incest fetish she has is repulsive. She knew how fucked up people would think she is if she included a legitimate intentional sibling relationship, so she made people and the characters believe they were related to each other for a long ass time just to include the idea of relation love. How fucked up?

Then there’s the whole “You’re prettier than me so I’m going to make hateful comments towards you and disrespect you as a person” thing. Is this a fucking joke? Is this seriously what you want teenagers to be grasping from this storyline? A petty-ass unneeded dramatic play out of two smart, intelligent, beautiful girls? I’m so glad the show brushed that off and made Izzy/Clary into the characters they were always meant to be because that issue was never necessary in any plausible way.

Then we have her portraying Simon as a cheater. Which happens a lot in books in movies, but it’s different with this because she’s bluntly encouraging this act. She recently got defensive on twitter with Todd, the Shadowhunters showrunner, simply because he wanted to keep Simon a good guy - which is who he was until CC destroyed his potential as she did with many of the characters in the books.

This women has more problems outside of her books though. She has jumped down countless fans throats for asking questions or sharing logical concerns that they have with the books. Someone literally asked her what Raphael’s sexuality was and she blocked them. That person had been a huge fan of the books and her until they did some research and realized how truly awful she can be. I have never seen a women more shameful towards others it’s sickening. She thinks she’s above everybody because she made a books that have branched out. Then she feels as if she has the right to degrade the other productions based off of her books that are LEGALLY allowed to take their own path.

I understand that she made my favorite show/ship possible, but she wasn’t the one who created what I enjoy. No, she was a rough draft that Shadowhunters picked up and made into a final fucking copy.

Vampire Fic Snippet #3

(And the last one before the fic is posted!!!!!!!!! yay, sorry this is taking ages)

As always, I want to note that this is from the draft of the fic, so some things may be changed for the final version.

Warning: Mentions of vampire biting and so on, but still nothing graphic.

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anonymous asked:

hi! i was just wondering if you had an writing tips?

  • first and foremost, learn to trust your gut. sit down and write whatever comes to mind. if you start going in a direction you were anticipating, follow it. TRUST. YOUR. GUT. literally, learning to embrace your natural instincts when you’re sitting down to write is going to be more beneficial to you than following out a plan point by point.
  • STILL: have a bit of a plan. have an idea of where you want to go. give your characters a goal, then let them show you how they’re going to get there. so much of my stories have changed the second i let the characters take control; and it makes them better. it adds dimension to your character and purpose to their plot.
  • GET TO KNOW YOUR CHARACTERS. these are your babies, my dudes, you’re going to be spending a lot of time with them. have flat characters. have round characters. have characters that have struggled immensely. have characters that have never struggled. vary your characters and learn to love them. when you love them, you are more determined to do right by them.
  • read!! read read read. i cannot stress this enough. you will never get anywhere trying to write if you don’t allow yourself to read the works of other people. take inspiration from them. take notes. find out what about the writing makes your favorite story your favorite. read for enjoying. read for studying. read for writing.
  • never stop writing. don’t let a day go by without putting a thought down somewhere. write 5000 words or write 5, but just put something down. i have over two hundred notes on my phone of ideas that have come to mind, phrases i’ve used later when i have more time to write, story ideas and plot points and character designs, or quotes that inspire me. i have over one hundred documents on my computer filled with random spouts of story. one day i’ll get to them; or maybe i won’t. the important thing is i’m not allowing myself to stop writing, because i have a personal goal to improve constantly and i will never reach that if i stop. try to write every day you can. even if it’s just a sentence. especially if it’s just a sentence.
  • LET YOURSELF TAKE CRITICISM - as long as it’s constructive. share your works with people. accept their compliments, ask them what you need to change. let other people help you or just ask them to shower you in compliments. you’re an artist, and art deserves to be shared. accept criticism; but if you are proud in something you’ve created don’t let anyone tell you that it’s bad. you’ve worked hard and you’ve earned that pride. the only criticism you have to take is the criticism that you deem beneficial to you.
  • experiment in different writing styles. find what works for you. don’t limit yourself to one style of writing because it’s something you enjoy reading. that doesn’t make it your style. find what works, try new things, learn and grow.
  • don’t be afraid of rewrites. sometimes you get it right on the first draft, sometimes you get it right on the fifteenth. don’t be afraid to take a scene and introduce a different circumstance and see where that takes you. explore your story, write pointless scenes about your characters. they may not make it into the final draft, but they’ll teach you.
  • WRITE FOR YOU! this is so important. we write with the intention that one day it will be shared, but writing for other people does not benefit you at all. i wrote many, many fics before i finally realized this. the second i started writing for myself? i gained popularity. my most popular fic started out as pure indulgence because it was something i wanted to see. writing for yourself means that no matter how the work is received, critiqued, reviewed, or read, you are proud of it. you created that thing - be proud. write for yourself.

This is the most important one: let yourself be a bad writer. let yourself be a great writer. JUST BE A WRITER. take pride in anything you create, good or bad. i once wrote 400 pages of a novel that was getting published, before i realized it wasn’t my best writing and i backed out. i look back on that writing now and it’s pretty terrible - i’ve come a long way from where i was. but never for a second have i regretted a single one of those 400 pages. you learn from your writing. you learn from your mistakes. you learn from your triumphs. come to the understanding that writing is a process that has to constantly evolve, and that your style is going to improve as long as you keep working on it. some of the stuff you write is going to be bad. laugh at it. love it anyway. learn from it.


writing is gritty and wonderful and stressful and gorgeous. and it’s a process. but if you let yourself love it, and if you learn to adapt alongside the process, then it’s one of the greatest things you’ll ever be able to do.

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Okay so I’m working on a final comic draft for a commission and this is pretty much my process of figuring out the layout of the comic. (since my usual comics have no real layout and are just boxes that I take pictures of r i p)

Comics can be challenging, but really rewarding and fun.

Braids and Confessions

Summary: You finally convince Sam to let you braid his hair.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: mentions hair kink, interrupted make out session

A/N: duude, that gif gets my every time this has been sitting in my drafts for agess. Enjoy some Sammy lovin’, guys! xx

                                               XXXXXXXXX

“Can I braid your hair?”

Sam looked over at you from across the table, a mixture of amusement and confusion on his face at your question.

“No.”

“Please?”

He raised his eyebrow at you, the puppy eyes you were giving him gradually breaking the wall. “What’s it worth?” He queried, taking his attention off of the book in front of him and onto you instead.

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Gotcha Roasted Pork

I have had this in my drafts now since August/Sept of 2015 and I finally decided to post. Sorry for taking so long with this, but this and another food wars recipe were the last things I worked on with John so I’ve been kind of having issues letting this one out. 

Anime: Food Wars Shokugeki no Soma
Appearance: Episode 1
Time: min 4-5 hours
Serving: about 5-7

So I happen to LOVE food wars I didnt think I would but after watching the first few episodes I was hooked! This seems to be the one that everyone knows, and honestly I really enjoyed this dish! I dont think I could eat it often given how intense it was but was a lot of fun to make! One note I used a regular roasting pan dont do that! I highly suggest using one that keeps everything lifted because when cooking you’re going to end up with a LOT of bacon fat and you dont want everything sitting in a pool of that fat.

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Back Home

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Can I request a sappy Ethan fic? Like he’s helplessly in love with the reader but she lives in Maine. So he makes a special trip to Maine to see her and finds out that she is in the hospital because of a hit and run crash. Over all it’s just really sappy with confessions and tears?

Summary: Ethan plans a special trip to visit Fem!Reader back in Maine, but things get a little scary when she gets hIT BY A CAR.

A/N: I’m the worst human being ever I went like a full week without posting am sorry but I did finally get wifi back up in my house. I’m out of town right now for my cousin’s wedding and it’s currently 2:15am but I finally finished a fic. Don’t hate me! Not my best, but hope you enjoy it anyway!

Wordcount: 1427, much longer than it needed to be oh well

Requests are closed my friends, v sorry but don’t send any requests in :( just makes me feel worse about my lack of posting rip

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A Royal Commission (1)

yeah another new project! Courtesy of @fleetstreetfatality ft. tattooed boys again.

Prompto is Insomnia’s renowned tattoo artist and Noctis is about the get his first ink done!AU (yeah that’s a thing now)

The doors, tall dark glass with the shop’s logo emblazoned on them, were covered in chocobo doodles in white chalk. Prompto smiled brightly at the sight and laughed to himself as he turned his key, letting himself in. Sure enough Maddy was sitting in his chair, chalk dust on her fingers.

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every step of the way | pt. 1

Word Count: 508

Warnings: None

Summary: Cassian is missing Reader lately and starts to take some moments to remember their shared times, all while getting familiar with the people in his new somewhat team of his. Takes place before and during the events of Rogue One. 

Notes: Eeeep! So, this has been sitting in my drafts for like a month and I finally found the courage to post it. The series is definitely going to be multiple parts, I’m planning on 7-8 chapters, but, we’ll see! Also, HUGE, HUGE THANK YOU to actual angel, Aub aka @warqueenfuriosa for helping me out with this! 

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE

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Mid-morning pick me up🌟 Mango nice cream with frozen coconut butter and coconut shreds🍦☃ Nothing better to get me energized to study for my math and chem quiz as well as finish off my TEDx speech draft!! Soooooo I finally figured out the trick to taking smoothie selfies😏 Post up on my Tumblr now!!!!

School is much stress.

I want to sleep all day in bed

Is this a haiku?

Okay kiddos lonG TIME NO TALK. Today’s program include a basic guide to stress relief. Because I apparently can “manage stress well.” *laughs ironically* 

The Guide

*make routes based on different reasons for stress* (thanks, mysmes.)

Route I: I’M STRESSED CUZ I HAVE THINGS/STUDYING TO DO

Route II: I’M STRESSED CUZ  [insert event that already happened]

Route III: I’M STRESSED BECAUSE WELL IDK WHY I JUST AM, OKAY.

Choose your route and that’s gO

Route I

Time Effin’ Management & other Priorities you need to Straighten Out.

             Love, is this *really* the time you need to clean your room? Especially when you got that essay you have to do that is due the very next day?  No it isn’t. To prevent these accidents from happening, draft a list! It can be in order of due date/things you need to work on first. Make sure to write down how long it will probably take to do them! to-do list (my faves!): x  x  x  x  

Break that ‘ish Down Like A Karate Chop

        Maybe that big final is A! Week! Away! (well, crap) Okay divide the days. You have a week right? And that’s say you want to spend two hours each day on it. You have 14 units. Okay so that’s an hour a unit.  Zip through dem units, focus on things you don’t get. I have a tag for all the cram-exam tips you’ll ever need in your entire life yo. [ x ] Babe you got this !!!

I Don’t Get The Content!

        Darling, you need to chill.  Ask your teacher (f*ck ur pride. Now is not the time for them) Ask your friends (online friends!). Ask your parents. Google? Ask upperclassmen. Take notes. Textbooks! Sometimes you just need to step away a little. Busy yourself with something else! Look at it from a diff. perspective! Do anything to get the hang of it. Practice Problems?

Route II

    Is There A Way to Fix That?

         Okay you forget to turn in an assignment or got a really bad score on that test. Take a deep breath. It’s not the end of the world. This is where Late Policies comes in. It’s better to turn in an assignment late than none at all! Try to make up lost assignment with extra credit. Always double-check that you have your stuff with you!

What Did I Do Wrong?

       If it’s something you can’t change, find out what you did wrong. Put that in a list and when you are doing an assignment similar to it, make sure you don’t make the same mistakes again. Don’t get too upset over it! Instead put that (energy from crying) into studying harder for that next test. Life goes on, failure is temporary, success is permanent.

It’s a personal issue…

       *pats pats* there, there. Here is a Happy Guide. If you need me I’m always here okay feel free to rant. (it helps to talk to someone outside the situation) Might be best to take a Mental Health Day ? <3

 [ click read more to see Route III ]

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I left and I got bigger.
My hair is puffy and my legs don’t apologise when they spread out while sitting down.
At dinner I take seconds instead of taking none at all.
When I brush my teeth I’m finally able to see myself while looking in the mirror.
I don’t say sorry or thank you 50+ times a day anymore and while some would call that rudeness I reclaim it as sanity.
I voice my opinions knowing they are valid because they are mine -
and not everything I do or say is wrong.
When I smile, I finally mean it.
I am no longer small. I never was to begin with.

Pro Divorce.

(warning: long story)

This all happened to me a few years ago. I told a friend the story of my divorce and I was told to share.

Started a few years ago. I thought we were happy. We were your usual suburban professional couple. Financially secure, healthy, good sex life, two kids (14f and 9m at the time). I thought we had a healthy social life.

We were going through one of your typical married couple rough patches. Both of us were working long hours, not spending enough time together, we were going through some developmental problems with my son and tensions in the house were running a little high.

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Give Thanks

Originally posted by swallowshazz


The sweat was starting to pool on your lower back, you’d already burned yourself twice, and you were in the middle of basting the turkey when you saw the potatoes start to boil over.

“Niall! Need you please!”

Niall leapt up the stairs to the kitchen. His once pristine kitchen in his brand spanking new house was a disaster. Bowls everywhere, sink filled with dishes, pots and pans strewn over every surface.

“Bleeding Christ girl! What the fuck did ya do to me house?!”  He took one look at your panicked expression and lunged forward to turn the flame down under the potatoes and move the pot. After he’d wiped the floor and made sure nothing else was on the verge of exploding he turned to face you.  He had opened his mouth to take the piss out of you for destroying the kitchen.  He was completely unprepared to find you slumped down next to the oven with your head in your hands.  He knelt down in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face.  “Darlin’ what’s the matter?”  You sighed and leaned your head back against the cabinets.

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anonymous asked:

First time seeing their gf in very sexy outfits on their valentine's day Date :D

Jin: *gets protective* Nope we’re not going out. Just kididng. Not with you wearing that. I’ll cook for you right here. But please don’t take that off… it’s sexy

Suga: *is stunned at first

*But then realizes what you’re wearing* I don’t know jagi. I mean you look great really really great like damn but we’re going out. Don’t you think that’s too sexy for other people to see?

J-Hope: *takes you out and shows you off but is on the lookout for lingering eyes the whole night*

Rap Monster: *happy Joonie* Aww baby you’re killing me in that dress!!

Jimin: *it takes him a whole to notice your outfit* Ahh! Jagi I have flowers for you.

You: Jimin? My outfit?

Him: It’s good Its- *finally notices* umm.. good

V: I love the outfit! Now go change. Other people aren’t going to see you in that 

Jungkook: *over-exaggerates about your sexiness* Ah. You killed me. You’re too sexy

~Admin Red

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anonymous asked:

could you do 27, 28 and 29 with peter hayes from divergent pleeasee??

Characters: Reader x Peter Hayes

Warnings: swearing and fighting

Prompts: 27: “Oh, fuck off.” 28: “You’re still mad?” 29: “Come over here and make me.”

Word Count: 275

A/N: ha ha ha ha haha ah ok it’s 1.30am now and this is the last drabble I have in my drafts as of now fk ya I’m finally back on track with requests. now watch as i let another 30 requests pile up in my draft and I don’t do them until the dead last moment. ANYWAY first Peter drabble !! idk where this angry making out thing came out of but whatever (tbh i’ve always kinda wanted to angrily make out with someone is that just me no it probably isn’t ok i’m rambling now this is what happens when I stay up)

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!


Peter stormed into his room and frowned when he saw you sitting in his armchair. Throwing his gym bag to the side, he folded his arms across his chest. Raising your eyebrows, you stood up.

“You’re still mad?” you asked, and Peter scoffed and shoved past you, moving deeper into his room. “Come on, Peter!”

“Oh, fuck off.” he scowled, and you angrily grabbed his arm. He yanked it away from you and glared at you. 

“I wasn’t flirting with him.” you tried to maintain your tone, and Peter laughed harshly. 

“Sure you weren’t.” he spat, and you angrily stormed off. Peter had been mad at you ever since he saw you hanging out with another guy at a bar, and he had been moody all week. “So is that it? You’re just going to run off? Back to that asshole from the bar, I bet.”

“Shut the fuck up!” you whipped around, your hands balled into fists. “What the hell do you want from me? An apology?”

“That would be a good start.” Peter snarled, and you shook your head. 

“Come over here and make me.” you challenged, and Peter stormed up to you and pushed you against the wall. The two of you glared at each other before he suddenly crashed his lips against yours. You eagerly pulled him closer to your, running your hands through his hair as he ran his hands up and down your back. You pulled away, breathless, and a smirk appeared over Peter’s face. 

“You’re mine.” he whispered in your ear. “Remember that.” 

You didn’t respond, instead kissing him again as you pushed him backwards towards his bed.

Pro Divorce

Throwaway as this might not make me very popular, even in ProRevenge.

This all happened to me a few years ago. I told a friend the story of my divorce and I was told to share.

Started a few years ago. I thought we were happy. We were your usual suburban professional couple. Financially secure, healthy, good sex life, two kids (14f and 9m at the time). I thought we had a healthy social life.

We were going through one of your typical married couple rough patches. Both of us were working long hours, not spending enough time together, we were going through some developmental problems with my son and tensions in the house were running a little high.

I noticed that she was spending a lot more time on her phone texting with her “girlfriends”. I didn’t think much of it. I started making a much more concerted effort to get out of work when I could, help around the house and be more emotionally available, but over the course of a few weeks the gulf just kept getting wider.

I ended up accidentally finding some messages when I charged up an old IPad for my son to use. Her FB messenger was still logged in and there were a lot of highly questionable messages with a guy from her hometown who I will call JimBobCooter or JBC for short. The messages weren’t completely inappropriate, but I could tell there were quite a few missing based on the times and context of the messages. I made a mental note to keep an eye on this and went about trying to fix things up.

The next day after I took the day off to knock out some projects that I thought would make her happy, and left her some sweet notes reminding her how much I appreciated her she was once again in the corner of the living room “texting her girlfriends”.

I took the boys iPad to the office opened up FB messenger and watched in real time as my wife tore me down. Her and JBC were making fun of me. All of my flaws, insecurities and secrets I entrusted to my partner were now fodder for her and JBC. Not only that, but while there wasn’t outright sexting there was a sexual undertone to the whole conversation, especially when she was bashing my performance in the sack.

I managed to take some screenshots, but missed a good bit of the messages, because as the conversation was unfolding she was deleting them.

I wasn’t emotionally capable of confronting her. I stayed in the office until she was asleep and had a couple drinks.

I took off the next day and spent some time soul searching, drinking and trying to figure out what to do. The wife came home and wanted to know what was wrong and I just coped out and told her I had a bad day. A couple minutes later I was watching the iPad as the train wreck kept unfolding.

So began a couple solid weeks of taking screenshots, drinking and detaching myself from the relationship. I knew there was no going back from this. The messages were now overtly sexual with my wife completely into it, and JBC was sprinkling in “I love you’s”.

I consulted a lawyer and got my options, and started moving forward.

Here’s where everything got absolutely surreal. Watching the messages I found out JBC was coming to town to spend a weekend of quality time with my wife in a pretty nice hotel. I was missing a good bit of the info, they must have had a phone conversation about it at some point, but I was able to infer enough to get the when and where.

Sure as shit the next day the wife is buttering me up and wanting to take a spa weekend with the girls to relax and when she gets back we can really focus on our marriage. I go with it all the way. It’s the greatest idea she’s ever had, and I’ll do anything to get us back on track.

I get with the lawyer and have him draft a strong separation agreement stating that she would move out, she would get weekend visitation, no child support in the interim until the divorce is final. Then I sit through the most agonizing two weeks of my life. After all this most of my feelings for her are completely gone, and I’m just seething with anger like I’ve never felt before.

D-day arrives. I take the day off work. I Withdraw half of any money in any accounts we are joint on, leave her half alone. I had already redirected my paycheck to a new bank. I close our money market account and get a cashiers check for her half and deposit my half in my new account. I stop at office max and print out about 75 pages of FB messenger screenshots, and I kill time because I don’t want to be at home.

She texts me that she’s taking off and that she loves me. I tell her to have fun.

I show up to the hotel at about 830 and call the wife’s phone from the lobby. It goes straight to VM. They are probably already at it, whatever. I walk up to the front desk and ask if I can use the phone to be connected to JBCs room. It rings three times and he picks up.

JBC: Hello?

Me: JBC, can you send my wife down to the lobby please?

JBC: I don’t know what you’re talking about bro.

Me: Ok then. I guess I’ll have to call Mrs. JBC and get her down here. (Totally a bluff. I knew he was married, and I knew her first name but that was it.)

JBC: (Inaudible, shuffling, panic)

Me: You got five minutes. Click

Not even two minutes later my wife comes walking out of the elevator looking a little flustered. I sit her down in the corner of the lobby.

Her: Starts spewing bullshit saying it’s not what it seems etc etc.

Me: I’m not here to argue. The things that are said in this pile of papers are what’s going on. The only way I’m not giving a copy of this to daughter, your parents and emailing it to everyone we know is if you move out immediately. (Wife was very prideful. Daughter was going through a rebellious teen phase and her knowing probably would have forever killed their relationship. Wife was also her parents golden child and she always worried about what they thought of her. I didn’t have much leverage and shame was my only card to play. Also her professional life is built up around her image, so I knew she would protect that at all costs.)

Her: Sniffle, mumble, inaudible

Me: This is a check for half of the money market account. I’ve withdrawn my half of the money from all the other joint accounts. You should have more than enough to get a place.

She starts to cry a little. I could almost see the different thoughts and waves of emotions going through her, but now was the time to keep pressing.

Me: Here is a separation agreement that I think is more than fair considering what’s going on. I’m going to need you to look this over, sign it, and leave it at the house when you get your stuff. Do you want to look through these screenshots?

Her: No.

Me: Ok. Go have fun with JBC. Do not come back to the house or I’m going to send this (holds up ream of screenshots) to everyone.

I bounce out of the lobby, and I can hear her start to have a breakdown. I get to the car drive off to a parking lot and have my own crying rage fit. Previously I would have cried in front of her and yelled and whatnot but I managed to get my shit together enough to pull it off.

I don’t know what she did that night or over the weekend. She texted and called over and over wanting to talk. I just turned the phone off and by the time Monday afternoon rolled around there were movers getting her stuff and she delivered the agreement. I let her have a talk with the kiddos basically saying mommy and daddy need some time a part, we still love you, etc etc. Standard divorce talk.

After a week she wants to have a real talk for the first time. I oblige her because I’ve already got my shit together and I’ve got an idea of what I want, but I should hear her out.

She’s so sorry. She wants another chance. She wants her family back. She’ll do anything. She’s on her knees crying into my lap. I have no intention of ever taking her back.

I tell her she needs to set up marriage counseling on her own at a time that works for me. I tell her that I can’t live with her, but she should be around the children to try to maintain a relationship with them.

So starts our new normal of her coming over the house, cooking and having dinner with the kids three nights a week (she always saved me a plate, I made myself scarce), her cleaning the house and doing the kids laundry then heading back to her place.

We went to counseling. It consisted of her working through her issues with the therapist trying to figure out why she did it, her begging for forgiveness, and me stoically playing the victim.

I was never going to give her another chance. All I wanted to do was kill time, establish myself as the primary caregiver to the kids, and establish her as not having residency in the house.

After a few months I go to my own therapist and get diagnosed with depression and PTSD. I ask my work if it’s possible to go to part time for the foreseeable future to deal with personal issues, and it’s no big deal.

After six months of therapy I told her that I couldn’t forgive her right now and that I wanted an amicable divorce, but she is still the love of my life and maybe someday we could give it another try. She was devastated, but agreed to the divorce if I promised to try again someday.

Once the divorce was filed I needed the kids to want to stay with me. I left a google search for “how to survive your wife’s infidelity” up on the shared PC at home, and I left some printed out infidelity articles not so hidden in the kitchen. My daughter found them and came to me crying. I told her she wasn’t supposed to find those, that mom made a mistake, that mom still loves her, and that I would always be here for her. My daughter who used to hold my wife in such high regard now wouldn’t talk to her without screaming, and it crushed her.

Not surprisingly when the court needed statements from the kids a few months later little brother followed big sisters lead and they both wanted to stay with Dad in the house they grew up in.

When the divorce was finalized I got the house (had to buy out some of her equity, but that’s ok). I got primary custody of the kids. I got awarded generous child support due to the difference in our incomes due to me working part time.

Now for the last two years I’ve gotten to live in the house with my kids, work part time, get the now ex to subsidize it for me, and when she takes the kids over the weekends I get to have my fun with tinderellas and some FWBs I’ve cultivated.

In the eyes of my kids I’m the patron saint of fatherhood for taking the high road and always being there.

In the eyes of my ex I’m the one that got away that she will always pine for, and I get the bonus of having her come over for sex whenever I want it by dangling that carrot of maybe getting back together.

But that is never going to happen.

TLDR: Got divorced and it worked out.

anonymous asked:

Request for 107 "This house isn’t even haunted" with our lovely Bucky please.

Finally here is the lil drabble thingy! I’ve had this 79% done in my drafts box since you sent in this request about a fifty years ago. I’m truly sorry about how late this is. Anyway I hope you enjoy it and it’s what you wanted! 

Things and Thoughts That Go Bump in the Night (i suck at titles okay?)

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