gives me too many feelings man


episode two - the secret of spoons. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ can you hear me ?
  • ❝ you want help ? fine. ❞
  • ❝ let me tell you a story. once upon a time, a man got fucked. now, how is that for a story
  • ❝ let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. ❞
  • ❝ and all for what ?
  • ❝ and i ain’t even started yet. ❞
  • ❝ this guy gets it. ❞
  • ❝ angry is good. angry gets shit done. ❞
  • ❝ you’re already dead, asshole. at least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. ❞
  • ❝ let. the motherfucker. burn ! let it all burn. ❞
  • ❝ were you shot at ?
  • ❝ well it depends on who you ask. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what the fuck you speak of. ❞
  • ❝ how was the funeral ?
  • ❝ you wanna come in and talk about it ?
  • ❝ mmm-mmm-mmm. what a little asshole. ❞
  • ❝ oh, you know him ?
  • ❝ they don’t have a fucking clue. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t give a fuck if they don’t have a fucking clue, i want one ! give me a fucking clue !
  • ❝ good. compact amended. ❞
  • ❝ your first bed as a free man. enjoy it. ❞
  • ❝ an assault on you is an insult to me. don’t think because i didn’t lose my temper i am not angry, or am lacking a plan. ❞
  • ❝ i didn’t mean to wake you. ❞
  • ❝ they told me you died. ❞
  • ❝ you were just having a bad dream. ❞
  • ❝ you going to miss it ?
  • ❝ too many people tell each other not to repress their emotions, to release their feelings, to let the pain go. there’s a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. ❞
  • ❝ what i say has got to be said, so i want you to consider my words very carefully. ❞
  • ❝ say it. ❞
  • ❝ you are only obligated to feel bad about that for so long. ❞
  • ❝ let there be beauty where there can be. ❞
  • ❝ plan is, we will be meeting with a number of people preeminent in their respective fields, and then we will rendezvous in one of the most important places in the country. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t like dropping in on friends empty handed. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t look out for yourself, how the hell are you gonna look out for me ?
  • ❝ not so fast. we need to talk, [] . ❞
  • ❝ funny how things supposed to make you look good only make it worse. ❞
  • ❝ the fuck is this ?
  • ❝ i’m all sorts, [] .❞
  • ❝ i’m the one they sacrifice to. then till now. ❞
  • ❝ time and attention. better than lamb’s blood. ❞
  • ❝ i hate that. i hate that they were hurting you, [] . i would never do that to you. ❞
  • ❝ i want you in my camp with us. ❞
  • ❝ look at it like this: we’re the coming thing. we are already here. ❞
  • ❝ i was impressed with how you dealt with him/her/them. ❞
  • ❝ who’d have thought you had it in you ?
  • ❝ he/she/they were underestimating you. they all are. not a mistake i’ll make. ❞
  • ❝ i can give you so much more. you name it, honey. what do you need ?
  • ❝ don’t fight gravity, [ ] . i’ve been at this a while. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to help you. ❞
  • ❝ keep your neck out of the belt. ❞
  • ❝ that went as well as can be expected. ❞
  • ❝ i think i’m losing my mind. ❞
  • ❝ oh, like the rest of your life is sane. ❞
  • ❝ at times, the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. in these moments you have to ask yourself, would i rather be ignored ?
  • ❝ always better dead than forgotten, and no one is ever going to forget you. ❞
  • ❝ it’s a sudden onset of strange. fair cause for consternation, unless strange is a new language and what we’re doing here is vocabulary building. ❞
  • ❝ you may have to consider that you didn’t see what you saw, or you did. the world is either crazy or you are. they’re both solid options. take your pick. ❞
  • ❝ when you decide, come and tell me. but don’t rush into it. take your time. difficult decision. ❞
  • ❝ there are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad. ❞
  • ❝ you wanna know the secret of my success ? the secret is charm. ❞
  • ❝ i only come when matters are vital, as they are now. ❞
  • ❝ god, you are gorgeous. you have not aged. ❞
  • ❝ the truth is not what people want to hear. ❞
  • ❝ prettiest woman, prettiest lies. ❞
  • ❝ black as night, sweet as sin. you take coffee, then i read your future. ❞
  • ❝ he does not know our world. ❞
  • ❝ i’m easing him in. ❞
  • ❝ you are the worst man i have ever seen. ❞
  • ❝ nice to see you, old friend. i brought a gift. ❞
  • ❝ i come here only to share bread and information. what you do with the latter is entirely up to you. ❞
  • ❝ i’d be happy to help. ❞
  • ❝ oh, he is nobody’s husband, and i am nobody’s wife. ❞
  • ❝ family is who you survive with when you need to survive, even if you do not like them. ❞
  • ❝ i am not a good cook. when i was younger there were servants to make meals. here there are no servants; there’s only us. ❞
  • ❝ learning is beneath me. ❞
  • ❝ i thought you were supposed to read tea leaves ?
  • ❝ that bad, huh ? any good news ?
  • ❝ you brought that madness into my life once. never again. ❞
  • ❝ you know me. you know what these hands have done. ❞
  • ❝ you don’t want me, you want [] , and he’s/she’s/they’re not here. ❞
  • ❝ it will be glorious, win or lose. ❞
  • ❝ i am tired of glorious. ❞
  • ❝ everyone thought he/she/they must be the good one. so i became me. ❞
  • ❝ time passes. now i am gray. ❞
  • ❝ i think in the old country i am forgotten, and here, i am like a bad memory. ❞
  • ❝ i know the killing. ❞
  • ❝ to give a good death is art. ❞
  • ❝ every man’s an equal. ❞
  • ❝ is good ?
  • ❝ first blood is mine. so you’ve lost. game is done. ❞
  • ❝ i just started. ❞
  • ❝ ten thousand deaths made right here. ❞
  • ❝ it’s your move. ❞
  • ❝ he’ll take that shot. no joke, no boast, no half-measures. how good are you ?
  • ❝ it’s your decision. ❞
  • ❝ when my voice breaks on this song, remember old love gone. ❞

FYI- I think this is the moment when Erik realises he loves Charles:

Like, you can see hints before that, but it’s always in the things that Erik doesn’t say.

Erik stays when Charles asks him to, but he never acknowledges it.

Erik looks at Charles like he’s something precious, but he never voices it.

And in that moment at the mansion, Erik is so so vulnerable after letting Charles into his mind, and instead of Charles using that exposure as an opportunity to manipulate Erik- as I’m sure countless others have done in the past- Charles gives Erik a gift, and tells him:

In response Erik still doesn’t vocalise his feelings, but there- in that tiny little clench of his jaw- is everything.

For someone who has spent years considering himself as nothing more than a monster, to be told he’s more than the broken man Shaw has twisted him into is so powerful.

Who couldn’t love Charles in that moment?

Dating Blind!Ignis Headcanons

Blind Iggy gives me too many feels at once. I share some with you now. If you can’t tell… Ignis is my man. 

Tagging @pocketwoman7 and @themissimmortal <3

  • You’ve been dating Ignis for a long time, you’ve known him even longer. Things are very different when he loses his eyesight. 
  • When you see him for the first time after the Starscourge, you’re in absolute shock. You don’t know what to say. You don’t even know if you should cry.
  • Ignis is quiet around you for a few days. You respect his distance. You can’t begin to imagine what’s running through his head.
  • He needs some alone time to process things.
  • Eventually, he comes forward and expresses his concerns.
  • He’s mostly concerned about what this means for you. He fears that he will become nothing more than a burden due to his new handicap. Though he is adapting, his life will immensely become more difficult. 
  • Ignis knows he will continue to fight for and protect Noctis even though now he is a much greater risk without his eyesight. He doesn’t want you to live constantly in anxiety and fear that he won’t be able to return to you.
  • You tell him that you accept these risks and challenges and everything else. You love him. You always have. You always will. 

  • You love describing things to him. Whether you’re taking a walk with him, driving him somewhere, or even if Prompto took a really cool picture; you describe everything to him to the best of your ability. He really enjoys it too.
  • Even when he longer needs his cane, he still allows you to be his guide. You link your arm with his and take him to where he needs to go; even if it’s just around your shared apartment. 
  • When he first became blind, he ached from being away from the kitchen. You cooked him meals, they were good… but they weren’t anything like the meals he had prepared for you in the past. 
  • You help him integrate back into the kitchen. You assist him with refamiliarizing himself every detail of all the utensils and ingredients he used to be so familiar with. He starts to rely on his sense of touch more than anything in the kitchen. You, of course, get to be his taste tester and love every second of it. 
  • Once he’s back in the kitchen and coming up with new Recipes™ he insists to  take back the position of the house’s cook. You allow it, unless he wares himself out during the day or if he had a particularly stressful day. Ignis needs to exert a lot more energy and concentrate more without his eyesight. So Ignis coming home insanely tired isn’t too much of a rarity. 
  • Before his handicap, Ignis wasn’t too fond of PDA. Without his eyesight, the only way he can truly enjoy your company is by touching you. Your almost always either linked by the arm or by the hands. Even if you two decide to go out on a dinner date, Ignis is holding your hand the entire time he sits across from you. 
  • To prepare for bed, you read to him. Either it be from the news paper or some book you found on your most recent trip to the library, you’ll read it; he’ll enjoy it. It really helps the both of you wind down and relax. 
  • Every so often Ignis awakes in a cold sweat during the night. Though he is a blind man, his dreams and nightmares are very vivid. Often, he relives the moment in which he lost his eyesight, awakening the moment his vision was lost. Other times he envisions losing you or his friends in the midsts of battle. 
  • His gasps of fear awaken you. You ask, “Another nightmare?” To which he responds only with a nod. You never urge him to share what he experienced in his sleep. You simply take him in your arms and hold him until his heart slows down to a normal rate once more.  

So I work at a haunted house as an actor and makeup artist and most of the time, it’s amazing! The actors and owners are super nice and my only complaint with any of them was the skeleton who kept on showing up 10 minutes before we had to be in our places (his makeup usually took me 15-20). But over all, they’re amazing and I feel privileged to come back each season and work with them.

The customers are often a different story. Some of them are so blatantly disrespectful and cruel?? We’ve had people just dump their trash in a room for us to clean up when we’re all already exhausted from staying up and screaming all night. I’m so genuinely curious as to if these people even realize that the hard working people at the haunt have to pick up after your shit on top of everything else we do to ensure that your experience here is a good one?

I once legit heard a group of teenagers say, “Dude, we should totally steal this.” And he actually tried to steal one of our props. I was so furious because the owners work so hard to keep this place in tip top shape and they often dip into their own savings to afford some of our more extravagant props. This one wasn’t even big or anything, but it was still so infuriating to see such lack of respect or acknowledgement for the effort going into assuring that you have a good time here.

And then there’s the people who flat out insult or harass the actors. The insults usually come from teenage guys trying to act tough in front of their friends and those are always easy to shake off. The disgusting comments are harder, especially for our younger actors. (My first year was as a 14 year old and they put me in a tiny skirt and made me a doll, so as you can probably expect, I wasn’t a stranger to harassment or gross comments.) We actually had one girl on the verge of tears because men 3x her age were making disgusting comments and approaching her in ways that made her feel unsafe. Every year, at the very least, 6 people get punched or kicked and every woman in the haunt has experienced harassment on some level.

There are also always people who feel inclined to reach out and touch the actors?? Like, I get that you are curious and maybe that helps you not to be afraid, but it honestly makes most of us so uncomfortable. It’s not cute or funny when you grab at my hair or dress. It’s creepy. Our policy is “Do not touch the actors and they won’t touch you.” but people often like to take that as, “the actors won’t touch you even if you like to poke and prod at ACTUAL STRAGERS. So, if you touch me, you should be prepared for a more "hands on” experience with the other actors because now we’ll feel inclined to return the favor.

The one thing so many people don’t understand about haunt actors is that we’re real people with feelings and we’re working really hard to ensure that you have a good time. A ton of us have other jobs on top of this that we have to get back to. We do this because we love it and we want you to have fun too! But that does not give you an excuse to be disrespectful.

You’d be so surprised at what a simple “Oh man, you got me on that one!” Or “That makeup is so cool!” Can do for the actors. Just getting one complement on my acting or makeup made👏my👏night👏. And if you’re a decent person, we’re more inclined

Moral of the story is: Be nice to those working at haunted houses.


Picture credit: @jennyyuu
I keep having a recurring dream of dancing in a forest clearing. With a man whose hair changes with ever step we take. We dance to a dark song, yet I feel comfort within this faceless man’s arms as he guides me over the leaves. Do you know what it means? I know I have never meet this man, but I feel as if I know him all too well. I can’t find him, for his hair is forever changing and his face is never there. I can’t find him for he has no name. I will find him, for who gives me the feeling he does within that dream, I know, is that man.

Thank the Chicken Man (Juice x Reader)

A/N. I love this beautiful bean. This one shot doesn’t mean that requests are open, or that I’m going to be churning things out regularly again (I know I suck I’m so sorry guys I’m just so swamped with school its a mess), but I have been inspired and have a few other things in the works that I’ll keep you posted on. Anyway, you guys know the drill, I don’t own anything except the plot, blah blah blah, including the above gif, as much as I wish I could own this beautiful man and some of his biker brothers. 

Alright guys, enjoy!

Juice rolled down the street, enjoying the purr of his bike beneath him, the wind in his face. He heard Bobby and Tig behind him, but as he sped up they fell behind. They knew the drill anyway. The Chicken Man was nervous about strangers and wouldn’t talk to anyone but Juice. Hearing other bikes would spook him.

Juice rolled up beside the blue van, which was parked rather conspicuously in the middle of a backroad, got off his bike and walked up to the window.

“Juan Carlos.” the Chicken Man nodded, head twitching to look around the lot. “May I assume the stimulants are in your backpack bag?”

“Yes Chicken.” Juice couldn’t hold back his smile. This was his favourite part, the shady deals. There was just something exhilarating about it, and he had to admit he enjoyed when he was able to do something like this the rest of the club couldn’t. “May I assume you have the cash?”

The man looked around nervously, giving another jerky nod. “Yes. Would you mind getting in? Talking this way makes me feel very conspicuous.”

Juice couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Sure thing man.” He opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat. “You’re a lunatic, you know tha–”

He saw something move behind him, a flash of white. “Shit!”

He elbowed the Mayan (not a Mayan, he realized distantly, but a guy from that gang they were patching over), in the face, but hands, too many hands, grabbed him roughly and dragged him back between the seats.

There was shouting behind him, but he was too busy bucking and twisting to hear them properly. His arms were wrenched above his head roughly, pinned in a way he couldn’t shake off, and a gloved hand clamped down over his mouth. He shouted anyway, kicking and bucking and twisting and strongly regretting leaving Bobby and Tig behind.

The man with the hand over his mouth leaned down, and Juice recognized the president of the other MC. “You tell Clay, my bullshit MC’s got some reach eh?”

A fist slammed into his face and his head snapped back, slamming into the floor of the van. Distantly, over the sounds of fists hitting his face, his own grunts of pain, and the blood rushing in his ears, he could hear the Chicken Man.

“I’m sorry Juan Carlos, but I’ve run up a bit of a tab with these Mexican fellows.”

Juice was very tempted to tell the dick what he thought of his apology, and where he could shove it, but he was a little busy. He lost track of how many times he got hit in the face, and then when he was too dazed to fight back anymore they moved down to his ribs. He noticed distantly that one of the guys behind him was tugging at his arms, and when he bucked against them the jackass behind him dislocated his shoulder. He screamed, or at least he let out a strangled groan, and something absolutely disgusting was shoved into his mouth. He was pretty sure it was a sock. If it hadn’t been in his mouth he probably would have thrown up. As it was he was pretty sure he was going to need to wash his mouth out with soap.

He got hit in the face again, and all thoughts of being sick were knocked from his head.

Keep reading

for the sweetest boys✨
put a light on- the generationals
best friend- rex orange county
pressure- milk & bone
please ask for help- telekinesis
honeybody- kishi bashi
blood under my belt- the drums
grown- los angeles police department
this song- RAC ft. rostam
in quiet rooms- ollie MN
mellow out- in the blue shirt
since u asked- swim good x merival
sunset lover- petit biscuit
foreign fields- kacy hill
not coming down- cleopold
all those friendly people- funeral suits

read the webcomic at @eeriecrests !!!

A while back, somebody had reblogged my (first) Langst post and tagged it with “abuse tw” or something similar and I just kinda went “that’s not abuse :/”

and Tree turns to me and says, “we don’t think of it as abuse because it happened to us.”

and the more posts I see about people explaining possible sources for Lance’s insecurity, the more I realize that, yeah, we’ve just completely normalized the idea of parents imparting deeply-rooted dearths of self-esteem and self-worth upon their children, to the point that we simply expect people to grow up maladjusted, insecure, and striving for the recognition and attention we never received as children. The idea of being anything but is mythological. We can’t even look at a seemingly well-adjusted and confident person without simply assuming that they’re hiding the same insecurities as the rest of us.

How fucked up is that?

But that’s a little off-track from where I wanted to go with this post, which is that I completely agree with the person that said that we, as a fandom, love projecting angst onto Lance because he’s the most relatable character in the cast. A large part of the fandom is part of a generation that has been forced to put on a happy face because the adults around us didn’t like it when we expressed the consequences of their crappy treatment of us, and we were told time and time again to be grateful to our parents, to love our family, that family was the most important thing, that we were being selfish and ungrateful if we dared expressed unhappiness about how we were raised and treated.

Lance is a Millennial. He deals with his issues of self-worth by careening in the other direction and proclaiming that he is awesome because literally nobody else in his life is doing that for him. He has to be his own positive voice in his life. But still, he lowers people’s expectations of him because he fully believes that there’s no way he can live up to anything more than that. He keeps himself firmly rooted in the position of the class clown, the epic flirt, because he knows people don’t expect much out of a guy like that. But it still hurts because he knows he’s purposefully brought everyone’s expectations down so low that they mostly just expect him to screw up. Nobody thinks anything of him…and why should they? He doesn’t think anything of himself, either.

Honestly, anybody that loves Lance and Langst needs to play The World Ends With You because Lance easily mirrors Beat:

“I took everything at my own pace. […] I wasn’t crazy about nothin’. Tha’s why my folks always bitched at me. ‘You gotta get into a good school! You gotta think about your future!’ All they wanted was results, man. Like I really give a crap, you know? […] They kept expectin’ stuff I ain’t got, then made me feel like trash when I didn’t give it. […] So I quit tryin’ altogether. Give up on myself, so my folks would, too. And the funny thing is, they did.” (Week 3, Day 5)

strangersolitaire  asked:

I love your ocs so much they have such unique designs!!! But I gotta ask, do you ever think you're designing too many? Or like, you feel like you don't give the ones you have enough attention? Because I sure do.

oh hell yeah man i ALWAYS wanna make new ocs but i know if i do i wont use em at all


but i do it anyways. cuz i suck.

ever see me draw Reese or Atlas? even know who they are?? my two recent ocs who i was obsessed with for the first 3 days of their creation and then POOF GONE WHO CARES 

but if u like making characters you should totally do it anyways. if it makes u happy and u aint hurtin anyone do it 

[Ask RPedia] Anxious About My Writing: Help?

Anonymous asked: I know this is normal for writers and that there isn’t a real solution but I’m gonna ask anyway: Any advice on how to stop feeling insecure about what/how I write?

Oh man, this is gonna sound like such an asshole move, but my favorite way to help myself is to write to spite everyone else. Seriously. Write like you hate everyone else in the world. Write like they mean fucking nothing to you. Write because they’re gonna get what you write, and they’re gonna like it, if they know what’s good for them. Write to make that mental editor representing the ‘them’ in your head mad as hell.

It’s always energized me to flippantly declare to myself that if people don’t like something I like, they can go fuck themselves in some fancy new way, because I’m busy writing and I don’t see them getting off their ass! They’re reading anyways ain’t they? Then they god damn don’t have anything better to do than let me shove words, and ideas, and mental pictures into their heads rapidly. Them complaining? Hah, you mean leaving impassioned responses because I hit a nerve. I CONTROL them. 𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝔸𝕊 𝔸 𝔾𝕆𝔻.

…ahem. There’s other things to think about. I just, really like getting pumped about that concept because getting pumped makes it really awesome. Lemme uh… lemme try talking about … other things… next. Instead of declaring my godhood, wow, that is so ‘famous last words’ material for a character to say.

Keep reading

Moonlight Reign Ch. 4

A/N: This was rough to write while I’m all busy, so it’s not my best. However, I hope you enjoy and give me feedback!

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Word Count: 3.2k

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Chapter Summary: You reunite with someone with undertones of betrayal as your place in Bangtan is solidified

There’s nothing uglier than a person’s face right before they kill someone. The curling of their lips into a snarl, the glint of merciless psychosis present in their eyes, and their hands, almost too ready to seize a heartbeat. It’s common for the killer to beg their loved one’s eyes to look away before they cause someone else’s to close indefinitely. However, your father had never asked you to do so before.

He had never asked that of anyone.

You weren’t able to see Yoongi’s face before he killed Byungjoo, but you did feel the blood spatter paint your face. You had been covered in the blood of family, which would be the largest crime someone could commit in your former syndicate.

However, you didn’t feel sick. You felt fine.

Your eyes stuttered open, the feeling of a cool washcloth gently brushing against your skin as you regained consciousness with blurry vision trying to realign.

“Y/n, I’m washing the blood off of you, don’t be scared,” You heard a gruff voice as your eyes focused to see Yoongi’s face above your own as he brushed the cloth on your cheek, “We had to change your clothes to get all the blood, but we didn’t see anything past what a bathing suit would be, and by we I mean Jin and I.”

“Byungjoo is dead,” That was something you had to confirm as Yoongi nodded, “Why?”

Yoongi ceased all movement for a second, reaffirming his decision to say his next few words, “He tried to kill one of our own, one of my own.”

You almost choked on air, “O-One of-”

“I didn’t stutter, y/n,” He stated, continuing to clean you off, “You are mine now.”

His stare was a web that looked like the coziest bed to snuggle into. Yoongi was either a new home or a prison with amazing architecture.

You didn’t know which option was the most dangerous.

He chuckled, breaking the stare and you from your own thoughts, “Don’t get too excited, I mean you’re my new addition, we have a closer bond now, I guess,” You scrunched your nose at his chiding, “I mean if you wanted one night of-”

Your lips twitched upwards, “You’re disgusting,” You said as Yoongi flashed you his gummy smile.

“There’s a sense of humor, something to lighten the mood,” He noted, standing up to put the rag away, “I need you alive and well, it’s the least I can make sure of.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, “What do you mean?”

Yoongi smiled, “Ah, who would’ve thought you’d forget saving a trembling preteen when you weren’t even 10?”

You paused, remembering the child of the Min’s, the only person you had shown your face to. Byungjoo was right, this was all your fault, but you weren’t angry with yourself in the least bit, “It was because you were either going to die or end up like me, and I didn’t like either possibility.”

He nodded, “Little did you know I’d tear that whole system down.”

You wanted to be shocked, but you weren’t. Min Yoongi hadn’t exactly said it, but you knew, he was the push to the dominos that your empire was built on.

“What? No anger?” Yoongi leaned down to look at you with eye contact, “I ruined your life after you saved mine.”

“I get angry at wrongful acts,” You managed to sit up straight, “All you did was show the world the truth.” Your head was pounding for you to lay down again, “My father and Byungjoo ruined my life.”

Yoongi was dumbfounded, unable to wrap his head around what made you so level-headed, considering your background. It was just about admirable how you could recognize fault where fault is due, “How did you manage to form an independent opinion with all the blindfolds they put over your eyes?”

Keep reading


So, I was feeling a little upset and decided to watch some Dylan videos (since he always makes me feel better) when I came across this.

This man is honestly amazing. I’ve seen a few of these videos before, but he will never cease to impress me with the things he says and does. He’s so effortlessly inspiring and the way he speaks about different topics just makes me respect him even more.

He’ll never see this, but thank you Dylan for coming out of your comfort zone, not only when speaking at events like these but also acting in general. The things you do give me the motivation and strength that I need to help me get through my day, and I can’t explain the impact that has had on my life over the past few years. Your kindness, generosity and humbleness are only a few of your best traits, amongst a long list of many others.

It’s 2am and I’m getting too emotional now, but I feel the need to point out that everyone should strive to be as down to earth as this man is, and that even though he has gone through hell and back after this event, he still possesses those same qualities today.

If anyone is feeling down or just needs a boost of motivation, I highly recommend watching this. ❤️❤️

Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn You (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request - Hey Cee! So there’s this show called Shadowhunters, I don’t know if you watch it, and there was this particular scene that screamed Jason and his S/O and I was wondering if you could make a drabble based on it? It involves two siblings, Izzy and Alec, going to a fight club where one of the fighters flirts with Izzy and Alec defends her, only Izzy can defend herself and kicks the guy’s ass while Alec watches on amused. I hope this isn’t too confusing and please ignore the sibling part.

A/N - Sorry I’ve been putting off this request, I was just having a LOT of difficulty writing it and you can probably see that. I’m not particularly proud of it, but it’s still going on the masterlist.


“Hey, babe,” You hear someone say, wondering if the comment was directed towards you. You continued walking, trying to find Jason amongst the many people in the dimly lit basement. You feel a soft touch on your shoulder, revealing a tall man with silvery blonde hair, a flirtatious smile playing his lips, “Name’s Matt, what’s yours, pretty little lady?” you give him a sideways look, “Um… I have a boyfriend.” you state plainly, brushing his hand off your shoulder.

As soon as his hand is brushed off, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, “Oh, come on, just tell me your name, pretty please, dollface? Maybe we can have a little bit of fun afterwards too…” he whispers in a low voice in your ear. You jerk yourself away from him, taking his arm and twisting it backwards, “What part of “I have a boyfriend” do you not understand?” you hiss, giving him your famous death glare. If looks could kill, he’d be dead about now.

Jason soon spots you about to fucking kill someone and decides to intervene, “Hey, Y/N, uh… what’d he do?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, and you transferred your glare to him. Matt smirks and looks back up to you, ignoring the horrible pain you were causing him. Jason at this point was just confused at the whole scene unrolling out in front of him.

“Ah, so this beauty’s name is Y/N… quite fitting, might I add.” Jason looks at you, but you still wore a sour expression.

“Sorry if I’m interrupting anything, but can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on here?” You sigh angrily, then point at Matt, “This asshole is trying to get me in his pants yet, I’ve told him twice since our very,” you grit your teeth, “enlightening conversation that I have a fucking boyfriend.” Jason looks at Matt, eyes narrowed at the blonde man.

“You do realize I am said boyfriend, right?”

Matt chuckles as you release his arm, not because you cared about the state of his arm, more like you didn’t want to pay for any hospital bills for any ripped ligaments, because yes, you were known to do that. “You do realize I don’t mind right, my Y/N is just playing hard to get, then once we get on, we may even invite you, if you were up to it, of course.”

Oh no, that was it. “You, me, ring, now.” You shout, leaving Jason in shock as you dragged Matt by his hair, fuming. “Oh, God. You’re dead.” He tells him, and for the first time tonight, Matt’s fearful for his life. You weren’t even going to try and put up with it, you legit wanted to bring this guy down and crying for his mommy. And guess what, you won’t fail to deliver.

“YOU,” You connected your fist to his “perfect” jaw, causing a spray of saliva to fall upon the row beside him. “NO GOOD,” You place your hands on each shoulder and knee him in the groin. “SON OF A BITCH!” You quickly turn his back towards you and you capture him in a headlock, not releasing him until he fell unconscious. You hear Jason screaming your name in the background and you face the crowd, “May this be a reminded to you that when you’re trying to hit on a girl,” she yells, her voice loud and clear, “stop the moment she mentions she has a boyfriend, or whenever she makes it VERY OBVIOUS THAT SHE’S NOT INTERESTED, she probably has the skills to kick your sorry ass! Don’t say I didn’t warn ya, goodnight, Gotham!”

Rascal Flatts   {Sentence Starters}

  • “Wow, your hair got so long.”
  • “Just tell ‘em we’re survivors.”
  • “Been waiting on a girl like you.”
  • “’Cause it’s yours if you want it.”
  • “There you go again, it never ends.”
  • “I love you, now, like I loved you, then.”
  • “Every kiss already feels like you own it.”
  • “I just feel it’s time… it’s time to move on.”
  • “I don’t want to spend another lonely night.”
  • “I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while.”
  • “There’s one more sip in this bottle of wine.”
  • “Call me crazy for missing you like this, but I do.”
  • “Baby, come back to me. I swear I’ll make it right.”
  • “I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you love me.”
  • “May not be what you want, but it’s what you need.”
  • “I can feel the change… the change you’ve made in me.”
  • “I know it ain’t much, but it comes alive with every touch.”
  • “Yeah, life throws you curves. But, you learned to swerve.”
  • “You talked me out of giving up on myself so many times…”
  • “I’ll try to be that kind of man… because you love me like I am.”
  • “You’ve got a place to lay your head on the other side of my empty bed.”
  • “I was born the day you kissed me. And I died inside the night you left me.”
  • “Some people say we’re too good to be true. But, they don’t get to be loved by you.”
  • “And every bit of love left in this beat up, banged up, scarred up heart, Baby, it’s yours if you want it.”
  • “Every dollar, every dime, every drop of rain, every single thing I could beg, steal, or borrow…”
Peace Piece

Too many possibilities
The options are killing me
Choices upon choices upon choices that cripple me.

Poetry pours out of me
A record of my thoughts
To be left behind indefinitely.

I don’t know why
but I feel like I’m going to die
Any day now, at any time.
It’s been like that since the beginning of rhyme,
An ominous type feeling,
One I could never unwind.
A solution Im not meant to find.

I’d give a piece of my mind
for a little peace of mind.


gettzi  asked:

I don't usually give prompts but here's a couple: (I apologize if they suck): Holsom traveling + trashy paperback novel Nursey watching a movie (w/ anyone ur choice) + mirror Lardo walking to the bank + bicycle

uhm noooooo they don’t suck!!!!!! <3 imma pick holsom because i’m most comfortable with writing them, i think! Be warned since I’m tipsy I may not be at my best in terms of like, making any sense. lol

It’s their third time taking a road trip to Canada. It’s their thing: school ends, summer begins, Ransom’s fam has a reunion at his house in Toronto, and Holster is family, so therefore. BOSTON TO TORONTO ROAD TRIP, BABY. 

Driving west is easy, especially when it’s with your best bro, but it’s easier now that they’ve worked out the kinks. Ransom likes to wake up early and linger over breakfast, and Holster gets hangry at lunch and promptly sleepy after, so they have a system. Holster gets mornings and Ransom gets afternoons. For the most part. There’s usually a lot of junk food and caffeine involved with or without their carefully balanced schedule, but… they like to make each other happy so things stay put. 

It’s after lunch, so Ransom has the wheel. And when Ransom has the wheel the music is quiet and Holster is either sleeping like a very tall baby or reading quietly like a very tall… librarian or something.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

On the day of your wedding to Lance, his best man came into the room where you, your 5 year old daughter and bridal party were getting ready and asked if he could steal your daughter for a minute because Lance wants to talk to her. After awhile she comes running back in the room all excited and has tears in her eyes, "Mommy look, Lance got me this bracelet with all of our initials on it and asked me if I wanted to become a Tucker too!" You were more ready than ever to walk down that aisle...

Lance gives me so many step daddy feels 

Daddy Wednesday™

anonymous asked:

Wolfstar: fear

Yay! I hope this isn’t too angsty. I kinda ran away with this and i would’ve gone on longer if i didn’t have self-control. Hope you enjoy.

He looked at Sirius from across the scrubbed table. The Order meeting in full swing, but Remus could not seem to lend his ear to Kingsley’s recent report on the infiltration of Voldemort’s ranks. His mind on the dark haired man he’s known since he was eleven. 

Remus could see the subtle lines in his handsome face that suggested his time at Azkaban had taken a bigger toll than his luminescent smile had led on. Sirius was never one to make those around him fret over his emotional state. He would laugh and carry on with James and Peter, but Remus always knew. 

He could see the way he held his body. The tense set of his shoulders. The fidgety hand gestures, and the ‘just this side’ of too loud his voice would become before a forced joke. Something was wrong. He knew he had to approach with care, or be faced with the dramatics that was the man Sirius Black. It was only a matter of time before his destructive tendencies reared their ugly head.

He knocked on the door twice before he heard the calm command to enter. Remus was not a man afraid of confrontation. He would rather defuse a situation with calm insight and chocolate. But approaching Sirius in a strop was a different game he learned to play well over the years. Subtlety was not the key. 

Sirius had grown up in a house full of Slytherins, where manipulation and power plays were a favored hobby. No. He needed to be transparent. He needed Sirius to see that he did not want to use his vulnerabilities against him. But Remus also knew he needed to be rational where Sirius would be impulsive. He had his work cut out.

“Padfoot?”, Remus called into the dark room. The eerie coos from Buckbeak and the slanted lamplight from the city street creating a morose atmosphere. He could see Sirius’ profile as he perched on a torn chaise. The perfect cameo his face created, although he liked to joke on how years of inbreeding could create such a specimen of a man. He truly was beautiful, but Remus mustn’t get distracted. 

“Is everything alright?” Remus asked when he got no other answer than a grunt.

Sirius turned to him then. His shadowed face casting a haunted mask not seen in full light. He looked so young. So broken. So many unsaid things etched into the frown lines around his mouth. So many unheard pleas. Remus took a step forward but stopped when he saw the delicate jerk of Sirius’ right hand. He would wait. It always paid to wait. Remus should know.

“Moony. I thought you were leaving tonight” Sirius mumbled, turning his head just a fraction towards the window to avoid Remus’ concerned gaze. “No. I decided to stay another night. This mission isn’t a very important one.” Remus replied, never taking his eyes off the man’s silhouette. 

“Well…you know you don’t have to stay cooped up with me all night. Go have fun! I see my cousin is very interested in you. Couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.” Sirius chuckled gruffly. The last word sounding a bit more hollow than Remus would’ve liked. 

He took another step into the room, and then another, letting the door close softly behind him. Not even stopping when he saw Sirius stiffen further. “Sirius. Tell me.” Remus insisted. His calm voice holding none of the patronizing tone Dumbledore’s did when telling Sirius that he must remain at Grimmauld Place. 

Sirius turned and looked at Remus head on. Eyes hard and walls pulled up tight with no crack in the seams. Remus didn’t need to look for a crack though. This was not about breaking. This was about choice. It was always about choice.

With a shove of his hands into his jean pockets, Sirius tilted his head a bit and placed a bitter smile onto his face. “What is there to tell Moony? It’s all out on the table already. You-Know-Who is back. This won’t be like last time. I won’t let it be like last time.” 

He shook his head slowly and turned his back to Remus. “We’re not kids anymore, Remus.” Sirius whispered. “We can’t hold ourselves back again for the sake of wanting something we know we were never meant to have.” Remus could see the indentations in the chaise where Sirius was pressing hard into the fabric with his fingertips. 

“What do you mean, Sirius? You’re not making any sense.”

“What I mean is, It’s time for us to move on, Remus. I’m not the man you used to know. I…I don’t want you to ever regret making the decision to forgive me that night in the shack. I couldn’t bear it.” His voice warbling toward the end.

You couldn’t bear it. Sirius, exactly what are you on about? I’m not the man you once knew either. You’re right. We have grown up. But what does that have to do with moving on?” Remus intoned. He couldn’t understand where any of this was coming from. No, he wasn’t expecting them to pick up where they left off. There were too many things left to unpack, but moving on. It wasn’t an option. At least not for Remus.

“You deserve a life, Moony. Merlin knows you’ve worked so hard all these years. Your life isn’t here with me and a damned…hippogriff. We’re in the middle of a war, Remus. Who’s to say we’ll live this time around? You should-You should be living while you still can. You should be starting a family.” declared Sirius as he looked back at the distant London skyline. 

Remus was dumbstruck by the candid way that Sirius spoke. He could hear his blood pounding in his veins. The bitter taste of rejection making it’s way up his throat… No. He waited too long for this man to have him just decide where and how he was going to spend the remainder of his days. He deserved more dignity than that, and so did Sirius. Remus would not allow it.

“Why?” prodded Remus. “Why now, Sirius? Why wait twelve bloody years to throw it away, again? Don’t you think we’ve earned it? Don’t you think we’ve both done the time?” He could feel the emotions bubble underneath his skin. It sizzled through his fingertips and upward, making his arms feel like he had been struck by lightening. Not again. He would not lose Sirius again to his silly notions of what was for the best. Sirius didn’t get to decide that. Remus was a grown man. 

“Sirius. Do not give me that flimsy excuse. Tell me.”

Remus could tell from the sudden hunch of Sirius’ shoulders that the conversation would soon come to a head. He stood his ground. He would not let the love of his life walk away out of self-pity. Remus and Sirius both had too much to lose. They already lost so many people. They will continue to, but merlin fuck, didn’t Sirius realize that that should be reason enough to see it through?

Sirius barked a low bitter laugh at Remus’ words. His body taut with barely constrained emotion. His hand grasped the chaise until his knuckles were white, while his free hand twitched with every harsh, silent breath he took. He turned toward Remus again, but this time Remus could clearly see the unmasked emotion in his eyes. 

“It’s not an excuse, Remus. This is real life. No more games. We’ve played too many games and we lost. We lost, Remus! We lost everything. I lost everything. It’s not the same.” Sirius pleaded, shaking his head in a sorrowful manner. 

“It’s me, Sirius. What are you so afraid of?” observed Remus. “Sirius.

“EVERYTHING!” bellowed Sirius as he whipped himself into a frenzied pace. “I’m afraid of everything, Remus, don’t you see?! I’m afraid of losing everything again to a fucking madman! I’m afraid that I won’t get to make up for the years I lost! I’m afraid of not knowing if there will be a tomorrow! I’m afraid of losing Harry…I-I’m afraid of losing you.” he broke, finally letting the dam of fear and uncertainty break through his facade. His knees buckled as he wept, Remus grabbing him around the middle before his knees hit the floor.

Remus held on to Sirius as he cried, rocking him and whispering soothing words into his hair. He felt his eyes prickle as the sobs wracked Sirius’ frame. Remus knows fear. He knows it like an old family friend. It’s one of the few constants he’s used to. Fear and love. 

Throughout his life, they’ve warred for domination. Too often he let fear win, when love should’ve prevailed. Especially concerning the man currently in his arms. Too many times he let fear shadow his judgment and had suffered because of it. Fear is inevitable, no matter the circumstances. But this time, he will not lose his life to it. He will not let Sirius throw away their happiness in spite of it. Fear is a constant that will never change. But so is his love for this man.