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Some Things You Might Have Forgotten About Percy Jackson

- In the beginning of the series, Grover is 28 years old (making him about 33 by the Blood of Olympus)

- Someone in New York City has a statue of Smelly Gabe on their property

- Annabeth is really good at playing Hacky Sack

- Grover’s Uncle Ferdinand is still a statue at Aunty Em’s Garden Emporium (and is missing an arm).

- Annabeth’s father is a Harvard graduate.

- If Percy had aged with the books release dates, he would have been 21 in The Blood of Olympus.

- Travis and Connor Stoll aren’t twins.

- Blackjack was originally written as a female Pegasus.

- Blackbeard is now running around the modern day world thanks to Hermes’ vitamins

- Camp Half-Bloods address is the first four digits of pi.

- Chiron wears his horse tail in curlers

- Nico and Bianca were never technically claimed.

- The dam snack bar

- Several dozen Target stores across the country have arrows stuck in their signs from when Zoë shot them

- Percy knows how to ride/drive a motorcycle

- Travis Stoll got cursed by the Aphrodite cabin and was stuck wearing clown makeup for a month.

- Tyson and Grover were trapped in the Labyrinth together for over two weeks.

- Kampê is still buried in a mound of boulders in Camp Half Blood.

- Pollux is now Dionysus’s only child.

- May Castellan is still waiting for Luke to come home.

The Outsiders as real quotes from people I go to school with...
  • Ponyboy: "when I stepped out, into the cold wind, from the odd warmth of the school... I had only two things in my mind. A jacket and a ride home."
  • Johnny: "please... don't... talk to me... ever..."
  • Dallas: "I'm not a tease, I'm a natural, sexual, flirt."
  • Two-bit: "after four years of this hell hole I finally know enough al-gee-braah to hit the poles."
  • Steve: "if you think I won't eat all five of these candy bars before lunch you're wrong."
  • Sodapop: "Fuck this," *slams school computer shut* "I'm pretty."
  • Darry: "I've been teaching for more than ten years and I'm pretty sure this is the weirdest request I've gotten."
  • Tim: "it's supposed to smell like smoke, not Cotten candy."
  • Angela: "if anyone ask, those aren't my nudes."
  • Curly: "no one gives a shit, the janitor caught me smoking weed in the bathroom, she just sprayed some Febreeze and walked out."
  • Cherry: "Yes, I'm a real ginger. Yes, I do steal souls." *points at freckle* "this one is yours."
  • Marcia: "I'm not a lesbian I just really like your boobs."
  • Bob: "That's my pube, give it back!"
  • Randy: "he might smell bad but he's pretty cool."
and indeed there will be time

steve trevor/diana prince | wonder woman | fix it fic

title insp [x]

“Steve Trevor. Alive.” Chief kicked at a stone, sending it flying into the darkness. “Hope yet remains.”  

She walked beside him, hands in her coat pockets. The ache in her chest had lessened somewhat, after having told her old friend everything, but the bitterness lingered.

Steve was alive but had returned to her a blank slate, the memories of their time together lost in whatever events that led to him returning to this world.

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  1. I think of the brilliant Joan Didion essay on the Santa Ana winds and their unsettling, disquieting effects on the populace of the Los Angeles area. She describes a theory, the provenance of which I don’t know, about it being related to an uptick in positive ions in the air.
  2. I think, too, of extended passages in Neal Stephenson’s Anathem where he talks about the nature of consciousness, touching on its possible quantum aspects, as well as some more fictive ideas on the many-worlds interpretation of quantum theory. I especially enjoyed the speculation that ideas from other universes—quantum effects themselves—can somehow be entangled with particles in our universe which spring forward as changes in consciousness, or ideas, right here. Talk about your spooky action at a distance.
  3. But it’s simpler than that even as we limit ourselves to one universe, this one, and Newtonian physics. My senses detect, altering my mental state, causing my brain (maybe) to communicate back outward by ordering my fingers to move, or my vocal cords / diaphragm to do their coordinated thing, or maybe just lift an eyebrow and sigh at the right moment.
  4. It’s profoundly important to remember that the absence of a publicly stated opinion is not the same has not having an opinion at all, and said absence certainly does not allow an observer to infer something. Anything.
  5. Lordy, I have seen some shit in this half-century, most of it in the last year, it seems.
New blog on the Gymternet

FINALLY created a stand-alone blog for my obsession with gymnastics. So, if you’re a blog relating to:
-NCAA gymnastics
-Elite Gymnastics
-Rhythmic Gymnastics
-The Final Five
PLEASE reblog/like this so I can follow you!

So here is yet another post about Spanish that I hope you all langblrs will like. I present to you 10 words that exist in Spanish but don’t exist in English.

Knowing and using them in your vocabulary shows how fluent you actually are so hopefully this will help you.

1. Chueco/a: 

This can be roughly be translated as “not straight” BUT NOT IN THE SEXUAL ORIENTATION KIND OF WAY. It literally means not being able to do something in a straight line. 

For example: Not able to draw a straight line? You draw chueco/a. Tried kicking a soccer ball in a straight line but it ended up in the far left side of the court? You kick chueco/a.

2. Empalagado/a: 

This is what happens when you eat too much sugar. 

For example: You know that feeling of nausea and awkward fullness after you have eaten like five cupcakes, two chocolate bars and three bottles of soda? THEN is when you feel empalagado/a.

3. Despistado/a: 

So I Google-translated this word and it came out as “lackadaisical”. I don’t think anyone actually uses that word. SO, it means someone who doesn’t pay attention to anything and daydreams most of the time. It is not a permanent feature tho, you can be despistado/a just during your math class. 

For example: If someone asks you a question and you don’t answer because you were too busy thinking about Zac Efron, then you are despistado/a.

4. Tocayo/a: 

It refers to someone who shares name with you. 

For example: Let’s imagine your name is Hermione and suddenly you meet someone whose name is ALSO Hermione. Voilá! That person is now your tocayo/a.

5. Buen provecho: This is not a word but a phrase. It means something like “have a good meal”, it is kinda close to saying “bon appettit” in French. It is frequently used before you start a meal but also as a sign of respect when you run into someone who is currently eating. Also, it is not a phrase used only for “fancy” situations, it actually works whenever someone is eating. 

For example: If you are eating at a restaurant with a group, you say buen provecho before you start eating, but also let’s imagine you are walking around the city and see your boss eating tacos from a food truck, then you also say buen provecho. Freaking good manners.

6. Desgraciado/a: Oh this is a funny one. You might think, at first sight, that this word refers to someone who is not very graceful. WRONG. If you Google-translate the word, it may drive you to think it means “unfortunate”. ALSO WRONG. This is what you call someone who has been a jerk. Someone who didn’t treat you right. Like honestly, someone you really hate. 

For example: Your boyfriend just dumped you on your birthday? He is a desgraciado. Your group-project colleague disappeared during the whole process and just showed up to put her name on the project? She is a desgraciada. It is such a powerful word, I love it.

7. Llorón/Llorona: It refers to someone who cries A LOT. It doesn’t necessarily mean someone who cries but also someone who is very sensitive and gets sad about a lot of things, especially if those things aren’t really important. 

For example: Your sister just cried because she saw a very cute dog? She is a llorona. Your best friend just got VERY upset because he got a 99/100 on a test? He is a llorón (das me tho).

8. Te quiero: This is probably one of the phrases native Spanish speakers miss the most when they start speaking English. This is what you say to someone (and by someone it means a romantic partner most of the time) when you start getting feelings for them but you don’t love them just yet. If you did love them tho you would say “te amo”.  

For example: You have been dating someone for a while now and you know they are amazing but you are not in the “love” point just yet, then you say te quiero to them. No commitment, you guys.

9. Desvelado/a: It refers to someone that hasn’t slept for a while. 

For example: When you pull an all-nighter and show up to class late, with huge bags under your eyes and basically just feeling like a living-dead, you are desvelado/a.

10. Lampiño/a: It literally refers to someone that doesn’t have facial/body hair. 

For example: If you are trying to grow a beard but just can’t seem to grow any hair on your face you are a lampiño/a. Also, if you do not have to shave your legs at all for the summer because you have been blessed with the lack of body hair, then you are lampiño/a.

Families, eh?

Originally posted by insubordinatesaint

Request: Can you do a os of Chibs/oc that’s a single mom of 2 teenage boys who need a dad around??? 😚

For: @mamareadstoomuch <3
Words: 2,439

Chibs x Reader

Gemma slid the pack of cigarettes over the bar to you, you thanked her, took one and lit it. It was odd seeing Gemma, head Old Lady, behind the bar but she got you each a beer and then you came around to and sat on the bar stool beside you.
“So, what have the little darlings done this time?” She asked you, her ever perfect eyebrow quirked with curiosity. You took a long drag of your cigarette and pinched the bridge of your nose; you didn’t know where to start.

The current, and almost always, cause of your stress was your teenage twin sons, Matt and Noah. Their father had been your high school sweetheart, you’d married young and had the twins quickly, they were around before their father had even got his patch with The Sons of Anarchy.
Then the fucking idiot decided to try to rat on the club when he got caught and threatened with jail time. You made your loyalties known, you cared more about the club than you had done him in the end, they often pulled together to help you with the kids and you’d help them with theirs. They helped especially when he’d spent the mortgage money on booze. You’d all but been separated from him when he’d been arrested anyway because he’d come home one night and hit Noah.

You jumped in the way and he’d beaten you, Matt and Noah had ran from the house and down the road to get their Uncle Clay and Auntie Gemma. Gemma had kept them with her, you had thanked her endlessly for that. You wouldn’t have wanted them to see you broken like that. Clay along with Jax and Opie, who were both prospecting at the time, dealt with your husband and Chibs, who had been having a drink at Clay’s, tended to your wounds.

Chibs had stayed with you for two weeks after that, sleeping on the sofa and helping you around the house and making you and the boys feel safe. That was the first time you felt your heart pull towards Chibs, who for years had only been a friend and club brother to your husband.
After your husband had been arrested, excommunicated from the club and ultimately battered to death in jail, you and Chibs had briefly pursued a relationship and you’d been happy. Your boys had loved having him around and you were glad that for once they had a positive role model. Then the Sons pissed off a mob boss and Old Lady’s started to be threatened, Chibs cut off ties with you and the boys to keep you safe.

Still you were close to The Sons, you were still kin to them and after a few awkward months you and Chibs fell back into your old friendship, both brushing away feelings for safety. If your biggest mistake in life was marrying that asshole then the second was letting Chibs walk out of your life.
That was years ago now and if you both of you were honest, neither of you knew why you were still denying your feelings for one another; maybe it was easier to stay in that habit?

But back to the problem at hand, your lovely twin boys.

You took a swig of your beer and another drag of your smoke before telling Gemma, “Someone called me a MILF so they beat him up and smashed his car in, I have a sneaking suspicion that Tig probably helped.”
Jesus, you’d have gone mad years ago if it wasn’t for Gemma and Chibs as Tig often took it upon himself to act like your third child which was the last thing that you needed. Gemma tutted and shook her head, “You know they never gave you this shit when you were with Chibs.”

You rolled your eyes at her and stubbed out your smoke in the ashtray, she was constantly trying to get the pair of you to pull your heads out of your asses and face the fact that you still had feelings for each other and she wasn’t above bringing your kids into it.

She wanted you to be an Old Lady again.

“Gemma, stop it. I’ve got bigger things on my plate, like how to control my kids.” You groaned and swigged your beer, as if on cue Tig and Chibs entered the clubhouse, they stopped in front of you and Gemma.
Chibs put his hands on his hips and nodded towards you with his head, he spoke to Tig, “Well, go on.”
Tig held his hands up in defence, “Whaaat? What are you talking about?”
Kozik, almost sensing a chance to mess with Tig, wondered in with his hands in his pockets, “He’s talking about you helping the boys smash that guys car in.”
Tig glared at him, “Y/N isn’t going to believe you, you rat.”
“If he’s ratting then he must be telling the truth.” You cut in and Tig’s face fell. Kozik came around the back of the bar and gave you a high five over the bar.
“Okay, okay, alright, stop the witch hunt.” Tig sighed, “All I’m saying is that I helped the boys out. They were going to do it anyway. I just helped them not get caught.”

As if the universe was ready to screw Tig over further, Clay and Jax walked in shouting your name with Unser in tow. Tig sighed at his luck.
“Y/N I’m sorry to have to do this but I’m going to have to take in Matthew and Noah.” Unser told you.
“Why?” You asked innocently enough trying to plead ignorance until you could think of a plan.
Unser sighed, “I think you know why Y/N. They beat up a man and smashed his car. I gotta take them in.”

“When was this?” Chibs cut in.
Unser eyed him wearily, “This morning.”
“In that case I’m sorry to tell ya but you got the wrong boys.” Chibs stated with absolute certainty. When your head whipped around to face him, he folded his arms and leaned back on the bar with ease, like the matter was settled simply because he said so.

“And why is that?” Unser sighed and waited for the bullshit story that he’d have to feed back to the station.
“They were with me,” Chibs stated with utter certainty, “I’ve been trying to help them with their mechanics. They both want to try and get jobs here so that they can pay rent at home. It was a surprise for their mum that you just ruined.”
You placed a hand on your heart and feigned surprise, “That’s my boys. What would I do without them?”
“Live longer.” Kozik muttered behind you.
The clubhouse door opened and your darling twin boys fell in, pushing and jostling each other. They stopped dead when they saw Unser, you and The Sons watching them. Chibs spoke before Unser could, “Boys, Unser seems to think that you’ve been up to no good. Don’t worry, he knows that you’ve been trying to get jobs to surprise your Ma and pay rent.”
Noah’s face scrunched in confusion but Matt was quick on the update, “Yeah, it was supposed to be that. A surprise I mean. Thanks for ruining it.”
“My lovely boys.” You smiled but your eyes burned with the promise of punishment.

Unser held his hands up in defeat, “Well I looked into it, that’s all I can do.”
He left with Clay and Jax, no doubt to talk about club business. Matt let out a low whistle, “Thanks for that Chibs.”
“And just what the fuck do you two think you were playing at?” Chibs snapped at the boys and they both straightened their backs but their expressions remained sheepish. Noah glanced at Tig but Chibs spoke again, “Don’t even think about it, Tig’s already been told. Now we told Unser you were working to help your mum out and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”
“And how are we going to do that?” Noah snapped like a typical teenager.

“Don’t speak to Filip like that.” You interjected, “Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have been in if it weren’t for him? Do you really think I like knowing that you boys are getting your fathers temper?!”
The twins looked down at their feet and mumbled an apology to Chibs.
“It’s not me that you have to apologise too. Now you’re going to find jobs and sort your own mess out.” He told him, “You know that I’ll help you if I can.”
“Well you could always mentor them.” Gemma added helpfully pulling out another smoke, “If you were serious about them being good mechanics, we could always use a few more of them around here.”
You gave Gemma a half glare, as much as you loved her for giving your boys a chance and making the story that you’d told Unser almost true, you could see that she was just using it as a ploy to get you and Chibs closer again.

“You’re serious?”
Your twins asked in unison, the promise of being close to The Sons and their bikes too exciting. Chibs gave you a sly wink and you mouthed ‘thank you’ to him.


True to his word over the next few months, Chibs taught your boys all they needed to know about engines and bikes but he worked them hard and kept them busy so by the end of the day they were too tired to cause any trouble. Chibs, on the other hand, found himself free most of the day now as the boys were doing most of his work and barely needed his instruction anymore. So, when he wasn’t attending to club business, Chibs found himself in Gemma’s office pestering you while you were trying to help Bobby with the accounts. He’d throw paper planes at you, walk past and playfully pull your hair, tap his pen insistently against the desk and, when he was being really demanding, he’d lift you straight from your seat and carry you into the bar and force you to have a drink with him.

In short he seemed desperate for your attention and Gemma and The Sons all found it hilarious how obvious he was being.
Today he just annoying you, you snapped, “Chibs will you just leave me alone?”
You reached up and out of your chair to try to snatch back your pen from Chibs who was sat on your desk holding it out of your reach. He inched the stolen pen out of your reach again and you dropped back into place with your arms crossed and pout firmly in place.
“Aww, will you look at that face.” Chibs teased and reached down to pinch your cheek.
You slapped his hand away, “How can a man who has done so much to help my kids be such a child?”

He grinned mischievously, “You’d be surprised how often one of those things helps the other.”
“Idiot.” You joked. He laughed, tucked your pen inside his pocket and pulled you by the hands so that you were stood in front of where he sat on the desk.
“Fil-” You started but he cut you off.
“When are me and you gonna sort ourselves out?” He leaned close to you and whispered the words across your lips. Your cheeks flushed instantly, this was the Chibs that you remembered. The alluring, charming man that you’d had a relationship with.

Damn you’d missed him.

“It wasn’t me that called it off.” You mumbled.
His expression dropped for a moment and he brought his hand up to play with your hair, “Aye, I know lass. It was my fault, I was stupid. I only wanted to protect you.”
The weight of the moment quieted your words so you only whispered, “How do I know you won’t do it again?”
Chibs moved his hand from your hair to your cheek and gently ran his harsh thumb across your soft cheek, “I thought distance would keep you safe but I was wrong. If I want to keep you safe, and those boys safe because you know ah love them, then I need to keep you close.”

You both fell quiet for a moment until you realised that he was waiting for a response. You swallowed hard, “I do want you Chibs, I want us again. But,” His face fell at the word but you continued, “Let’s keep it between us for now? I don’t want to upset Noah and Matt if it doesn’t work out.”

He nodded and, with a large grin, leaned down to kiss you.


It took two weeks, three days and an hour for Chibs to drunkenly announce his love and your relationship to the club. But it came as a shock to no one because it had taken your boys and Gemma only a few hours to realise something was going on between you and Chibs and they were thrilled.
“Jesus, Chibs.” You put your face in your hands to hide how intensely red it had gone.
He dropped himself down beside you on the couch, wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him, “C’mon darlin’, when I have a lass as wonderful as you I just want to tell people about it!”
You didn’t remove your face from your hands so your words came out muffled, “Shut up or I will kill you.”
“Don’t you kill our new Da!” Noah laughed with an exacerbated Irish accent.
“What was that boy?” Chibs shouted and the Sons laughed.
Noah blushed, “Sorry, I just meant that we think of you like –”
His twin saved his babbled apology, “You just did an Irish accent you idiot. He’s Scottish.”
If you could you would have buried your face further into your hands but as it was you’d gone as far as you could, honestly this lot would be the death of you.
By the time you dared look up from your safe haven, Chibs was wrestling with Tig and your boys around the clubhouse and Juice had taken Chibs’ seat beside you. Juice passed you a beer, “Families, eh?” He offered.

You took the beer from him and watched Noah swing on Tig’s back while Chibs had Matt in a headlock, you clinked your beer with Juice’s. You grinned and agreed, “Yeah families.”

Brenda Ball disappeared from The Flame Tavern on Memorial Day Weekend, 1974. A week or so after Brenda vanished, a young mother named Vicky spent the evening at a tavern just down the street, Brubeck’s Topless Bar. Twenty-five, petite, with long brown hair parted in the middle, Vikky drove there in her convertible, and left before midnight. Her car wouldn’t start, so she accepted a ride home with friends. At 4 A.M., just as the sun was beginning to light the eastern horizon, Vikky went back to try to start her car. She didn’t want to leave it vulnerable and open in the tavern lot.

“I was fiddling with the car, trying to get it started- and it wasn’t responding- when this good-looking man walked out from behind the tavern. I don’t know what he was doing there at that time of the morning, and it didn’t occur to me  that he might have deliberately disabled my car. He tried to start it, and then he told me that I needed jumper cables. He didn’t have any, but he told me he had friends in Federal Way who did. We went to this store and he sent me in to get some. The guy inside thought I was nuts, and he said he didn’t have any jumper cables. Well, the man who was ‘helping’ me said, ‘I know someone who has jumpers.’ Before i could say no, we hit the freeway in his car, heading someplace north- toward Issaquah. We were driving along, and I thought he knew where he was going, but I worried because my five-year-old daughter was home alone. All of a sudden, the guy said, ‘Do me a favour,’ and I looked at him and he pulled a switchblade from between his legs and held it to my neck. I started to cry, and he said, ‘Take your top off,’ and I said ‘It’s coming off,’ and he said. ‘Now your pants’ and then he made me take off my underclothes.

I sat there stark naked, and I tried to talk to him- to use psychology. I told him he was a nice-looking guy and he didn’t need to do something like this to have a woman. He said, ‘I don’t want that- I want a little variety.’ I grabbed for the knife, and he was furious. He shouted ‘Don’t do that.’

Finally, I said, ‘My five-year-old’s home alone, and she’s going to wake up and she’ll be all alone.’ He changed all of a sudden. Just like that. He drove onto a street with tall trees. He said, ‘This is it- this is where you get out.’ I shut my eyes thinking he was going to stab me, and said ‘Not without my clothes,’ He threw my clothes out of the car, but he kept my purse and shoes. I got to a house and they let me in, and called the police. They found that someone had pulled the distributor cap on my car. They never located the guy who pulled the knife on me. But a year or so later, I was watching the news on television and I saw the man on the screen. I yelled to my friend, ‘Look! That’s him. That’s the guy who almost killed me.’ When they said his name, it was Ted Bundy.  - An interesting story about a woman who believes she was nearly abducted and killed by Ted Bundy. This woman contacted Crime Writer Ann Rule and told her about the frightening night. Although Ann Rule received thousands of letters and calls about women who believed they had encountered Ted, she only featured a few in her book, this being one of them.

Source- The Stranger Beside Me by Ann Rule

William Nylander ~ Pick up lines

Just a quick message to say that I’m closing my requests tonight until the 24th of July, as I wont have like any time to write next week, so I’m finishing up the ones currently in my inbox and then going on a hiatus from writing for a week sorry!

Requested: Yes

“Could you do 29 for William Nylander”

Writing Prompt 29.“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 

Warnings: Bad pick up lines

For @dad-marchand

Originally posted by ice-ball

The music pounded in your ears, as you danced alongside your best friends in the club. The sheer amount of people crammed onto the small dance floor left you feeling a little dizzy and way more drunk than you actually were.

Breaking away from your friends, after yelling out an excuse of getting some air, you stumbled through the crowd and up to the bar.

On the way there, someone pushed past you sending you flying into what felt like a brick wall. A really handsome brick wall apparently.

You stared up at the man in question and muttered out a quick apology.

“It’s all good, you okay? You seem a little unsteady.” He replied with a laugh.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You told him, fighting your blush.

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Solangelo & Percabeth
  • *before a big battle*
  • Will: Is your equipment secure?
  • Percy & Nico: Check.
  • Annabeth: Weapons ready?
  • Percy & Nico: Check.
  • Will: Did you two have breakfast?
  • Percy: What?
  • Nico: That's not on the checklist.
  • Annabeth: We added it because we love you.
  • Nico: No, we did not have breakfast.
  • Will: Unacceptable. Check your pockets.
  • Percy & Nico: *pull out breakfast bars from their pockets*
  • Percy: Hey, there's little chocolate chips in these! Mine's got blue ones!!
  • Nico: Mine are black.
  • Annabeth: Yeah, we're not idiots. We know how to trick our boyfriends into eating their fibre.
  • Will & Annabeth: *high five*
  • Percy: *eats entire bar in single bite*
  • Nico: You're a disgusting animal and I'm ashamed to know you. *bites bar in half from the middle*
  • Annabeth: Why are we with them again?
Enough | Lost Cause

Anon Request: a lot of angst with Seb, the reader and Seb are dating for almost a year, but she wanna breakup with him bc of the age gap and bc she can’t have kids and she knows that he wants… the end is up to you 

Warnings: some language, incredibly sad Seb, violence, fluff at the end

Tags: @veronicalei

A/N: Requests are open! I will basically write anything (good luck finding something I won’t) 


Part One

Sebastian refused to deal with his broken heart; throwing himself into work, working out, and avoiding all topics that could possible lead to a memory tainted by (Y/N) was his method of “dealing.” Breakups were supposed to be amicable, but she had just dropped a huge bomb on him and left without trying to work through the obstacle.

Days turned into weeks and before he knew it, he had been separated from the greatest person to enter his life for close to two months and she was radio silent. He felt as though he lived on Instagram, searching for any indication that she had been active on the site. He even stooped to occasionally Google searching her handles for Facebook and Twitter to see if she posted anything or was tagged in anything, only to be disappointed upon his findings.

As a last stitch effort to connect with her one more time, he decided to do something so incredibly out of character for him. He knew everything about her: he know that his voice was a drug to her, that she couldn’t resist his lips, that she loved tigers and owls and cows more than any animal in existence, that this coming Saturday was her birthday, and that she has had the same tradition for her birthday since she turned twenty-one.

He dressed in dark jeans, a nice black button up–her favorite color on him–left the top three buttons unbuttoned, and made his way to her favorite club. He felt creepy and dirty as he sat at the bar at five-thirty pm, anxiously glancing around the room. The bartender picked up on this as Sebastian sipped his whiskey and asked him what was wrong.

“You waiting on someone?” he asked while pouring another customer a beer.

“Um, yeah, but I don’t know if she’s going to show,” he began and then continued to describe the woman he let slip through his fingers to the bartender. “Do you think you could let me know if you see her? Her name is (Y/N).” After taking into consideration the desperation on the man’s face in front of him, the bartender agreed and Sebastian migrated to a booth that offered him a better view of the entrance, dance floor, and the bar.

(Y/N) had been looking forward to her birthday for the past four months, but recently, she dreaded the day. Honestly, the only excitement she had for the day came from the little plans Sebastian was constantly hinting at doing on her birthday. After breaking up with him, she couldn’t think about her birthday without having to fight off tears. She knew she had made a mistake when she turned her back on him and walked out of his life, but she couldn’t let her own emotions get mixed up in her rational decision. She truly loved him and it was because of that love that she refused to allow him to settle into a life with her, especially if that meant he would never bring children into the world. She’d rather be depressed and see him walking along the street with his arms filled with a baby while a toddler reached for his fingers than to have him miserable with her and childless.

When the day came, she decided to take up her co-workers’ offer of going out to dinner. Throughout the night she was grateful for the distraction, but she felt as though she was betraying herself. If she couldn’t even hold onto the one tradition she had in life because it just happened to be the place and day that Sebastian had asked her out a year ago, then she was truly avoiding everything that made her love the man she left. She didn’t want to forget the way she felt for him; if she did that it would only be easier to fall for him again and disregard her reasoning for leaving.

Her co-workers asked if she would be needing a ride home and she quickly denied. The club she went to when she turned twenty-one was only a couple blocks from the restaurant they had taken her to. She planned to walk there, have a drink, and then head home and be in bed by ten-thirty.

By nine-forty-five, one single whiskey turned into three whiskies and three or four beers and Sebastian remained in the booth, continually scanning the room for any glimpse of the beautiful woman who drove him into his disgruntled state of intoxication.

(Y/N) collected her drink and tried to cross the dance floor to sit at a table closer to the front of the club. She had made it halfway across when someone hurried behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his lap and grinding himself against her. Quickly, she turned and threw half of her drink in his face.

“Get off me, asshole,” she snapped at him before starting to walk away. Instinctively, he grasped her arm and pulled her against him. “Let go!” she demanded.

Sebastian could hear gasps coming from the dance floor. Quickly, he looked up from the drink in front of him and caught a glimpse of (Y/N)’s nose crinkled in annoyance and her eyes starting to look fearful. Immediately he sprung from the booth, abandoning his empty drink glasses and storming toward the commotion in the center of the room.

“Get away from me,” (Y/N) demanded again, trying to pull her arm from the man’s grasp. Again, the attacker refused and tried to force himself onto her until a pair of furious blue eyes appeared behind (Y/N)’s head and connected with the other man’s.

“Leave her alone,” Sebastian stated before throwing his fist over (Y/N)’s shoulder and connecting with the attacker’s nose. Startled, the man staggered back before regaining composure and taking a swing at Sebastian, his knuckles colliding with Sebastian’s right eye.

“Seb, stop!” she begged while reaching out and grabbing Sebastian’s arm as he pulled back for another punch.

“Let go of me, (Y/N),” he growled over the thumping music as security rushed toward the two violent men and escorted them outside. (Y/N) followed closely behind Sebastian who tried to writhe against the security guard’s grip on his arms.

Once outside, the guard released Sebastian who angrily shoved his fingers through his hair. Immediately, she could see the staggered step as Sebastian walked and noticed how his lips were more red than usual, simple signs that she knew meant he was drunk. “Can you make sure he gets home?” the guard asked.

“Um, yeah,” she said and hurried to grab Sebastian by his upper arms and lead him toward his car. “Seb, give me your keys.”

“No,” he said shortly.

“You’re trashed,” she stated. “I’m not going to let you drive, now give me your keys!” He turned her back to her and she huffed, shoved her hand into his right pocket, and plucked the keys from his pants. 

“What the-”

“Just get in the car,” she grumbled as she opened the passenger door and ushered him into the car before getting in her self. She drove down the street and made her way toward their old place, all the while her heart becoming more and more like stone. She quickly parked the car and made her way to his side and then helped him out, her hand around his waist as they staggered into their old home. As soon as he was safely plopped on the couch, she turned around, locked the door, and allowed her anger to take over. “What the hell were you thinking?” she shouted. “Were you stalking me?” 

“Leave me alone, (Y/N),” Sebastian grumbled as he made his way to the room they used to share. “It’s what you do best.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it onto the floor on his half of the room. (Y/N) followed him to see that the half of the room she used remained untouched since she left, whereas his was a mess. Sebastian then wandered into the bathroom and started running the faucet to wipe away the small drops of blood starting to trickle from his cheek. (Y/N) hurried into the kitchen and grabbed an icepack. She couldn’t help noticing the dishes piling up in the sink, the lack of food in the fridge, and quickly arrived to the conclusion that Sebastian hadn’t been taking care of himself since the breakup.

She hurried back to the bathroom and placed the icepack on the sink as Sebastian splashed his face with the icy water. Despite the water droplets trickling down his face, it was obvious he had been crying. His blue eyes were even brighter against his bloodshot cornea, the corners of his enticing lips were flat , and his face was expressionless. “Seb,” she tried to take a step forward and place her hand on his shoulder but he shuffled away from her grasp.

“Don’t call me that,” he begged as another tear fell from down his cheek. 

“Sebastian, please,” she said softly, her eyes starting to be blinded by her own tears piling up and refusing to fall. “Please don’t make this harder.”

“Can you honestly sit there and look me in the eyes and say that we were a lost cause?” Sebastian asked through angry tears as his heart thudded against his ribs violently. “I’ll let go of everything and move on; I’ll make this easier and give up on you if you can sit there and say that what we had wasn’t real.”

Her voice hitched in her throat as she tried to speak and the tears flowed from her eyes like a broken dam. “You know I can’t do that,” she cried.

“Then why did you leave?” Sebastian demanded. “I fucking love you so much, (Y/N), but you didn’t give me a chance.”

“I was scared that you wouldn’t love me as much when you figured out I can’t have kids,” she cried while grasping at her forever barren stomach. Sebastian took two large steps toward her and wrapped her up in his arms, feeling her hot tears roll down his shoulders and chest. “I know you always wanted that and I knew that I wouldn’t be enough. I would have done anything to see you as happy as you were when you were holding Eloise, but I can’t bring you that joy. I hoped you would find it with someone else.” Sebastian held onto (Y/N) tighter, his own tears spilling off his face and staining her shirt.

“You are more than enough, (Y/N),” he said and then pressed his lips against hers as they trembled from crying.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried against his chest, her body finally breaking as she released the sorrow and guilt she’d piled up within. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Shh,” he cooed while playing with her hair gently as she latched her arms around his waist. “I know you didn’t,” he continued to whisper into her ear. “Never tell me you don’t think that you’re enough for me,” he said while taking her face in his hands and kissing her gently. “I love you so much, (Y/N) and you are more than enough for me just as you are.” She smiled lightly and watched as his face started to lighten up as well. “Who knows, maybe we can adopt a Romanian refugee baby,” he suggested. “That is if you think you could spend the rest of you life with me,” he continued and pulled a small ring out of his pocket and sliding it onto her left finger. 

anonymous asked:

Do you go freestyling? I just moved to NYC and I'm trying to find places to go. I'm nervous about how to dress and be around these people cause god knows NY rich are very snooty. 😭😂


I do! I go to five star hotels, $$$$ bars, and always go with one of my friends that’s into freestyling as well. I typically go towards the places in the 50s in midtown and bars in the west village. 

We typically dress in black, champagne, red satin slip dresses and simple heels/ knee high boots. Sometimes If I don’t feel like dressing up so much I’ll wear black jeans and a silk top and booties.

Hair is typically straightened/ curled and makeup is smoky with gold/silver shimmer with a lot of highlights.

Let me know if you have any other questions xo


Here’s an idea I had a couple months ago but forgot to post about! I’ve thought about how the lesbian flag is becoming increasingly popular with lesbians as opposed to the rainbow flag, but I’ve noticed sometimes problems come up due to it’s design. It has 7 colors, and several of the colors are very similar in hue, so people have trouble making merchandise for it, like flags, bracelets, scarfs, hats, and so on. Also, on some pride buttons, the top and button colors get cut off!

So I made these simplified versions! I made one with five bars (like the trans, aro, genderfluid) and one with three (like the sapphic, achillean, genderqueer pan, bi, and ply flags). I just evenly mixed the colors together! 

I personally really like the five colors version! Any thoughts followers?

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