guess what i just wasted my time with

anonymous asked:

Honestly FO4 is much better if you just use it as a sorta survival game rather than a Fallout game. I haven't even finished the main quest on any of my characters, the furtheat I've gotten is the fight over Beacon Hill (?) where I allied with p much everyone so I fucked it up. It's been more enjoyable just fucking about in the wastes with different difficulty and survival overhauls, hunting and scavenging with the mutt. Son? What son? What's a Shaun again?

yeah Horizon seems like a cool overhaul mod, its just kinda sad bethesda cant learn to balance so people go through and redo it all. but i guess its cool theyre mod friendly, i feel like now is the time where people have had enough time to really build the good mods for fo4 to make it more enjoyable. i dont think ill ever open it again without some heavy modding, cause theres just no way i have the patience for going through any of the storylines.

A Softer Love
  • “There are two types of love. True love, and the love we actually get.”
  • “I would love you more if you were someone who could love me.”
  • “Our love was doomed, a burning building, a broken neck. But nothing since you and me even feels like love.”
  • “I want everyone to love me and I’m pretty sure the trick is to just be myself, but with money.”
  • “I can only infer that love exists from its effects on others.”
  • “I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now.”
  • “You are the love of my life so far.”
  • “Will you still love me when I am a spooky ghost?”
  • “I’m in love with the you I wish you were. I only stay with you because you look like him.”
  • “Sometimes even love isn’t enough. So what chance do WE have?”
  • “I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away.”
  • “Yeah, maybe we all die alone. I masturbate alone, too. Sometimes.”
  • “Sometimes when two people love each other it’s really unfortunate.”
  • “I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another.”
  • “If love lasted forever, we’d only ever get one.”
  • “Just once I’d like to fall in love with someone? who will ruin things before I do.”
  • “Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough.”
  • “I am terrified I will never find another love like ours.”
  • “I want to carve our initials in the bark of everyone who ever hurt you.”
  • “I love the way your face lights up when someone says, "It might be dangerous.”“
  • "All I ever wanted was love, until you loved me.”
  • “Our love is like an animatronic pigeon. No! It’s like a sex party on the moon! Also I am a bit drunk.”
  • “I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love.”
  • “When you get that look, nobody is safe. It’s why I first fell in love with you.”
  • “You are a good person and I love you. This just isn’t the life I hoped I’d have.”
  • “Marriage isn’t just between a man and a woman, it’s between any two people who love each other and want to ruin their lives.”
  • “Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees.”
  • “Sometimes I think you might fall in love with someone else and all my problems will be solved.”
  • “I keep all my old love letters, but to be honest I just skim them for the dirty bits.”
  • “It would be easier to deal with falling out of love if it hadn’t somehow made the sex exciting again.”
  • “Unrequited love is a waste of time. Just walk it off. There. I said it.”
  • “If our love lasts forever it’s gonna get real awkward when one of us dies.”
  • “There are just two things that make life worth living. The people you love, and sweet pranks.”
  • “I love those quiet moments in the dark where you can stop pretending.”
  • “I don’t know what the fuck true love even is but I do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life.”
  • “I said I’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. I guess that’s my problem. A failure of imagination.”
  • “I know I can’t make you love me. But I wish I could make you shut up about not loving me.”
  • “Our love is a meteor impact, a super volcano erupting. We won’t survive but we won’t die bored.”
  • “At first I was angry you had fallen in love with someone else, but you seem so happy now I didn’t even know you were sad.”
  • “You don’t love me, but you used to. I wanted to say thank you for that.”
  • “You and I will never be a great love story. That’s ok! Let’s see what kind of story we’ll be.”
  • “When I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kind of horny.”
  • “I lost the woman I loved and now all I have are my father’s well-meaning words, "Maybe now you can meet a nice man.”“
  • "I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.”
  • “She’s like an angel. My family loves her but I just don’t believe anymore." 
Guide: How to Give Your Story a Purpose

Anonymous asked: Hi! I’m writing novel and I’m having a really hard time figuring out filler events. I’ve got basic things that happen but nothing is really that exciting, to be honest. It’s just basic interactions with a group of around ten people. I guess I’m not really sure what my point of the novel is and I know I want it to mean something more than an abstract representation of who I am.


Well, you never want to have “filler events” in a novel, because all they do is waste time, and readers don’t like to have their time wasted.

Instead, do this:

1. Choose a conflict for your story.

Conflict is the engine which drives the story forward. Without it you have a flat story. It sounds complicated, but conflict is just the struggle that the story is all about. The conflict of Harry Potter series was the struggle to defeat Voldemort. The conflict of The Hunger Games series was the struggle to defeat the Capitol (first by winning The Hunger Games, then by winning the rebellion.) And the conflict of The Lord of the Rings series was the struggle to destroy the One Ring and bring peace to the land. But a conflict doesn’t have to be so grand–it can be as simple as the struggle to survive your senior year of high school, the struggle to make friends in a new town, or the struggle to win the heart of the cute guy who runs the yogurt stand near your work. Whatever you choose, this struggle–this conflict–will fill out your story and give it the point that it’s currently missing.

2. Choose a goal for your characters.

Conflict is the struggle itself, but the goal is the point the characters are struggling toward. In The Hunger Games, Katniss wasn’t really looking to defeat the Capitol so much as she just wanted to survive. It just so happened that in order to do that, she had to thwart and then defeat the Capitol. If your conflict is the struggle to survive the last year of high school, the goal the character is struggling toward might be to get good grades and stay out of trouble. The goal is tied to the main conflict but is more personal to the character.
3. Figure out your character’s motivation.

Motivation drives the character through the struggle, toward the goal. It’s the reason that they want to win the struggle. It’s why they do everything that they do. Why did Katniss want to survive? Because she wanted to take care of her loved ones. Why does your character want to get good grades and stay out of trouble all year? Maybe success means parental permission to backpack across Europe over the summer. Once you choose your character’s motivation, your character’s actions will make more sense.

4. Decide on an antagonist.  
You can’t have a struggle without an opposing force. If you had a tug o’ war with people on only one end of the rope, they would pull the rope and instantly win. They would have nothing to struggle against, and it would be boring. But if you put people on the other end of the rope, pulling with all of their might, now the people on the other end of the rope have something to struggle against. The antagonist is the person, people, thing, things on the opposite end of the rope. Every time your character starts to gain ground in the tug o'war struggle of your story, it’s the antagonist’s job to yank hard on that rope and cause your protagonist to lose ground. The motivation provides the pull from the character’s end, the antagonist provides the pull form the opposite end.  The antagonist can be a super villain, it could be a well-meaning but overstrict parent, it could be bullies, a catastrophic weather event, an evil dystopian government–whatever you want. And it doesn’t have to be something bad. It just has to be something which, for whatever reason, creates obstacles to whatever goal your character is trying to reach.

5. Choose obstacles.

Once you’ve settled on your antagonist (or antagonists if you have more than one), you need to figure out what obstacles will best stand in your protagonist’s way. You should choose some they can tackle easily, and some that will throw them off their game. Sometimes they will fail and come back at it a second time and triumph. If your antagonist is a strict teacher, perhaps the first obstacle is a pop quiz which your character aces without batting an eyelash. But maybe the next obstacle is a group assignment–which is bad news for your character who doesn’t play well with others. The group assignment goes south and results in a D grade for the character. So, the character has to figure out how to tackle that bad grade and bring it up. Perhaps they choose to do extra credit which fails to get the grade up above a C. This is an “all is lost” moment for the character, but then maybe they do something great in class and the teacher awards them with more extra credit, which brings their grade up to a B. Your protagonist is ready to pack their bags from Europe when they find out that the final exam will account for a whopping 75% of their grade–mom and dad require all A’s for the trip to be a go… can your character do it? The uncertainty as your character attacks each obstacle is part of what keeps the reader turning pages.


When you’ve done all of the above, you’ll find that your story comes together much easier and that you suddenly have much more to write about. This is just the tip of the iceberg, but it’s enough to get your story to a much better place. :)
Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


Heartbreak.

That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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Having an Italian Boyfriend (with an Italian family)
  • <p> <b>Spain:</b> Roma we haven't eaten for nearly two days!!! Why don't I just make us some paella and-<p/><b>Romano:</b> Shut the fuck up Antonio. We are about to visit my Nonna and other relatives. Now, this is extremely dangerous so I want you to listen to me very carefully.<p/><b>Spain:</b> …<p/><b>Romano:</b> When the door opens, stay behind me at all times, and trust me, those two days are going to come in handy. And whatever you do, don't refuse the cooking or waste food!<p/><b>Romano:</b> *rings doorbell to house*<p/><b>Romano:</b> *breath in*<p/><b>Literally the entire house:</b> DO YOU WANT TO EAT?? COME EAT! GUESS WHAT TUA ZIA JUST MADE??? OI VUOI MANGIARE??? MIO DIO IS THAT MY LOVINO HE LOOKS SO SKINNY, COME EAT!!! WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE MY COOKING?? EAT! EAT!! *loud, incoherent, Italian screaming*<p/></p>
It’s Just Netflix...Chill

Originally posted by jayparkisagod

It’s Just Netflix…Chill
[Jay tried]

“Please”

“No-”

“Baby please! Pretty please? With a cherry on top. We’ll even watch whatever you want.”

Sighing you rolled your eyes. Your phone wedged between your shoulder against your ear while you tried to clean up around your office. “Jay, you hate my shows. I just wanna go home. Take a nice long bath, and catch up on my dramas.”

“You can do that all at my place, come on I haven’t seen you a month.”

“And whose fault is that Rapstar?”

Jay had a tendency of going ghost for weeks at a time. Rather it was for recording, business, or tours he’d usually be gone for a while. You two weren’t clingy about your relationship, and you always had something else going on to distract you so it wasn’t too bad. But when he did come back he’d always be a little too clingy. It honestly was adorable, and you always got a kick in making him beg.

“I’m sorry Baby, come on I just wanna see you.”

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Mystery Skulls Sentence Starters

“I got this feeling I’m losing you.”
“This looks like hell.”
“And I know it was something I did, baby.”
“I can’t fight this feeling.”
“I’m out of control.”
“I’m not freaking out, but it feels like time is running out.”
“How did this shit come about?”
“But I’m afraid, afraid of losing you.”
“It’s alright ‘cause I’m with friends.”
“Guess I’m giving up again.”
“And that’s what I hate the most.”
“This time I might just disappear…”
“Fuck, it’s you I hate the most!”
“Maybe there’s no guarantee…”
“I believe in miracles, baby.”
“I never understood my enemies.”
“And you’re my time wasted.”
“I don’t know what you’re looking for.”
“You try to slow me down, but don’t you know that I’m unstoppable?”
“I said I need you baby.”
“Your look’s just such a work of art.”
“I think I knew your love by heart.”
“Don’t let your love go to waste.”
“And you know my love is true ‘cause it only works on you.”
“I don’t know shit about you.”
“You don’t know shit about me.”
“But you don’t know, do you?”
“'Cause all I really want is you.”
“Been hoping for someone like you, someone who makes me feel good, baby.”
“Give me the meaning behind the way that I feel…”
“My mind was racing, my heart was beating…”
“She looks amazing.”
“Maybe we should give in.”
“It’s not like we’re gonna regret it.”
“Your kiss’s like magic.”
“I need to stop worrying about things I can’t control.”
“Need to stop hurrying, slow down and take control.”
“It’s my time and I should live it.”
“'Cause I say baby, you gotta stop worryin’.”

“You can’t ship that. Your arguments are delusional and your otp doesn’t make any sense!”

Originally posted by actuallyagentwashington

 ps. GIF is from a video called history of japan by bill wurtz

YES I LIKE YOU

Originally posted by alphabetbet


Michelangelo x Reader

YES I LIKE YOU

Prompt: Can you do a Mikey x reader where the reader basically is always showering Mikey in candy and other subtle things…then one day the reader is finally like “I LIKE YOU WHY HAVENT YOU CAUGHT ON??!” and Mikey had no clue and is like “OH SHIIIIIiiiii!!” But then realizes he does in fact like the reader back?

Note: I’ve kinda been on a bit of a Mikey kick lately. Not sure why.

You. Had. Tried. EVERYTHING. You brought him candy, rented him any movie he wanted, gave him your Netflix log-in, played video games with him whenever he asked you to…You didn’t know how else to tell him you liked him.

And sure, Mikey was always using nicknames: angelcakes, babe, gorgeous, beautiful, but he called April all of those too, so they didn’t mean anything different when it came to you. Mikey was just a flirty person, you guessed. You would just have to wait for another sign.

But you were done waiting.

Today, while watching a movie with him, he made a comment.

“Dang, I really wish I could get a girlfriend.” He sighed at the RomCom he had chosen. You froze in place.

“Mikey, I am literally right here.” You pointed to yourself with an expectant expression. He crinkled his eyebrows.

“What are you-?”

“Wait, have you seriously not caught on?!”

“I don’t know what you-”

“MICHELANGELO, I HAVE LIKED YOU SINCE THE MOMENT I MET YOU, DO YOU LIKE ME BACK OR AM I WASTING MY TIME?!”

“You…a gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, funny, HUMAN girl who could have literally any other human being on the face of the planet…you like ME?!”

“YES I LIKE YOU.”

Mikey was quiet for a long moment, eyes slowly widening as it finally dawned on him. You actually liked him.

You. Actually. Liked. Him.

“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiii….” He whispered and hopped off of the couch. “I will be right back. Don’t move.” He ran off to the garbage truck to grab something from their mini-lair in the back. He rummaged through a crate of goodies tucked up into the corner. No, no, no, no, there it was.

As fast as he could, he ran all the way back to where you were waiting half-confused, half-expectant as you tried to figure out where the hell he had gone.

“(Y/N).” he stood in front of where you were seated. He knelt down and held up a cherry Ring Pop. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, you dork. I will be your girlfriend.” You replied.

“SHE SAID YES!!” He slid the plastic ring onto your left hand. “DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT?! I HAVE A TOTALLY HOT GIRLFRIEND AND YOUUUU~ DON’T!”

“SHUT UP, MIKEY!” His brothers’ chorus came from several parts of the lair, all in unison in the same annoyed tone of voice they always had.

“So, totally gorgeous human girlfriend, what would you like to do first?”

“Well, amazingly handsome turtle boyfriend, I would like to cuddle and finish our movies and then we could…” you ran a hand down his plastron. He inhaled a sharp breath, a chill running up his spine. “Transition into other activities~”

“I love the sound of that.”

Juno Crawford, everybody! ❤

Okay, I was supposed to do this yesterday, but I had to study for law class, AND GUESS WHAT, the professor ditched us. Talk about a waste of time. Then I basically procrastinated until today because I had to get an Elias headcanon out of my head. (I might post it once I’m done. *wink wonk*)

So out of all the genderbends, I ship Juno with Lewis the most, probably because their pictures sit side by side in my gallery. When I took a quick glance I was all like, “Oooh, they’re cute, I ship.” Even though I am always pro-Elias, I am not going to let go of my ship just yet. (*^﹏^*)

Title: An experiment gone right

Pairing: Phan                                                                  

Rating/Warning: NC-17; messy, hilarious, hot sex plus feels in every sense of the word                                                            

Word Count: 10,500                                                      

Summary: At a party, Phil suggests an experiment to test if he and Dan really are 100 percent platonic. What, after all, would happen if they kissed? 

A/N: Sequel “The Morning After" here 

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“Phil!” Dan dragged the word into two syllables, calling into the expanses of their flat. He was in the process of shimmying into a pair of trousers, his newly straightened fringe threatening dishevelment from the exertion. It wasn’t like Dan was all that large  –  despite his severe allergy to the gym  –  but it seemed that suspiciously purchased foreign jeans always came two sizes smaller than marketed.  Dan let out a triumphant “Ha!” as he finally fastened the top button and pulled the zip. Then, he slumped back onto his comforter and took a deep breath.

“PHIL!” he shouted again, on the exhale, “Have you seen my shirt?”

“Can you be more specific!” Phil’s voice echoed in return.

“The black one! With the things!” 

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What Happened w/ SS

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Normal, right. Just a random person complaining about a name they don’t like. Most just ignore it and move on. I pitched in and said basically what the first person said, “Once it leaves your lair, it’s not yours. Naming before you sell can help.”

The second I jump in, they complain some more and I send another explanation. Right before I hit send, I get this ping.

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Huh? So I go back and revise my original message as so:

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Okay? I literally don’t care and I guess we’re ignoring the fact that you just wrongly claim that I’M the one buying your ugly dragons and exalting them. Like I’d waste my time/money on ya.

I bring up the quote from them saying that I did all this and ask them to quit pinging me.

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Yeah, I could’ve been nicer, but at this point I’m just really done with this conversation and don’t have the patience for it. After this, I get three pings in a row saying that pings don’t hurt me and I need to get over it and they’re gonna ping me all they like, so I replied naturally.

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(Cornpops joke because they’re upset over their dragon being named Cornpops.)

They continue whining to others in their thread for a bit while maintaining that I’m the big bad wolf even though I didn’t buy their dumb dragons.

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At this point, I take a stroll through their lair and notice a lovely orca/mulberry/periwinkle RB who I buy and name “LUCKYCHARMS”. Not out of spite, actually, I’m going to keep her and breed fodder w/ her. Think I’ll name her mate “COCOAPUFFS”.

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They obviously notice as they go absolutely batshit. The following images just speak for themselves.

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Comments left on my userpage:

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So, in the end, like 3 different threads of theirs got deleted for being obviously rude and harassing others (all on the topic of “WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO FIND WHO EXALTS OUR DRAGONS”) but you know what? I’m feeling pretty lucky.

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Him V

A/N: Well… here it is and like ik i’m obsessed w cliffhangers but oh well what can you do 🤷🏻‍♀️ Enjoy!!


You stayed up late one night looking for new apartments so you and Derek could move, you couldn’t bear being neighbors with Shawn anymore. He kept coming over asking for a chance to talk, but you weren’t going to let him take away your baby from you, he’s all you have left.

It was a few minutes past midnight when you heard a knock at your door and your brows furrowed in confusion as you went to see who was at the door

“Geoff?” You asked confused when you opened the door

“Hey Y/N.” He smiled

“What are you doing here?” You asked stepping aside so he could come in

“Listen Y/N I’m just here to clear stuff up, Shawn’s miserable–”

“I don’t want to hear anything that jerk has to say and if that’s why you came here you wasted your time.” You said crossing your arms over your chest

“Y/N you’ve got it all wrong, Shawn–”

“Is not taking my baby away from me! Ge–”

“FOR FUCKS SAKE Y/N JUST LISTEN! SHAWN DOESN’T WANT TO TAKE DEREK AWAY FROM YOU HE WANTS YOU BOTH BACK IN HIS LIFE!” Geoff yelled and your eyes widened in shock

“W-what?”

“You heard me Y/N. He misses you, a lot.”

“I’m sorry but no.” You said

“What? Why–”

“Shawn left me because I was pregnant with Derek. And I’m guessing you’re the only one that knows about him and that he hasn’t told anyone about Derek.” You said and Geoff nodded and sighed

“That was a long time ago–”

“Still isn’t an excuse.”

“I know that Y/N, but just talk to him?” Geoff pleaded and you sighed

“Maybe Geoff, but I don’t think I’m gonna listen anytime soon.” You said

“Ok.” He said and you thanked him for informing you and you lead him out then went back into your living room and shut your laptop down. Sure you didnt have to move right away, but who knows? You might need the apartments you found later in the future.

You woke up the next morning and got ready for your day and waited for Lucy to come and babysit Derek so you could go work

Incoming call: Lucy

“Hey Lucy.” You greeted

“I’m so sorry Miss, I don’t think I can babysit Derek today I’m sick and–”

“It’s okay sweetheart I hope you’re okay.” You told her and hung up after a quick goodbye

After you hung up a knock was heard at your door and you quickly answered it and seeing the person in front of you, you had no idea what to say

“Hi, Y/N.” He said shifting from foot to foot

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m assuming Geoff told you?”

“He did but it still doesn’t change anything.” You said

“Y/N please? I’m sorry! I’ll try to make up for what I did and–”

“Save it Shawn I really don’t have time for this, I’m kinda busy, you came at a bad time and I have a lot on my plate.” You said about to shut the door

“Maybe I can help?” he offered

“No thank you for the offer– Derek baby no.” You said rushing in forgetting to close the door as you took the toy out of Derek’s mouth and Shawn followed you in

“Where’s the babysitter? Isnt she supposed to be here while you’re at work?” Shawn had been watching you closely and how and when you did things sure it may seem like he’s stalking you or that he’s a creep but his intentions are pure and all he wants is to look out for you

“She’s sick.” You sighed picking Derek up

“Maybe I can babysit him?” he asked

“I–”

“Please Y/N? Let me make it up to you.” He begged and you took a minute to think

“Fine, you can babysit him. But don’t think you’re completely forgiven.” You said telling him where everything was before leaving your son and his father alone together for the first time ever.

Lemon Cakes and Pie

Summary: Reader owns a bakery in a small town where a group of demons decide to throw a party. An injured Dean Winchester is in need of a hideout and a helping hand.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2 401 (it got away from me…)

Warnings: Canon typical injuries and swearing, I think

Prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.” (marked in bold)

Beta’d by the one and only @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms 

A/N: IT’S SO FLUFFY! This story is for the lovely @impala-dreamer‘s OP4A Challenge! This is also the first fan fiction I’ve posted on Tumblr… *gulp* I didn’t even like this storyline when I started writing it, but I think it turned out fine in the end. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by destiel-is-my-dad

In the small town of Plainville, Kansas, everything was as the name suggests; plain. Although the town initially got its name from the actual plains it was situated upon, one could argue the applicable meaning of the word had shifted over the years.

You owned a small but fairly successful bakery in the middle of town. You were very proud of it, as you had saved money for most of your life to start your own bakery. Last year you had even won a state award for your famous lemon cakes. You had the diploma framed and hung on the wall behind your counter, reminding you that dreams really can come true.

Every morning started out roughly the same; you waking up at 4 am in your cozy suburban home for one, just a few blocks from the bakery. You always got up straight away and got ready in a jiffy, out of the door by 4:25 am, getting on your bike and arriving at the bakery five minutes later. Breakfast had to wait until you were done with your morning chores, but coffee was a necessity to function so that was always where you started.

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If Jamie and Claire (and Wee Ian) could text: Jamie throws out his back in Drums of Autumn and they get it on in the lean-to Edition because why not (BOOK SPOILERS)
  • Claire: Jamie you've been out in the snow for far too long
  • Claire: are you alright?
  • Claire: Jamie?
  • Claire: Jamie Brigitta Fraser respond to me right this minute
  • >>Wee Ian Murray was added to the chat<<
  • Claire: Ian have you heard from you uncle??
  • Claire: he went out hunting and he's not responding to my demeaning jibes
  • Ian: omg!
  • Ian: are ye sure he's not just sleeping on the hunt and ignoring the texts?
  • Claire: god I hope so but you give it a go
  • Ian: Hey, Uncle, I bedded five different Tuscarora lassies at once last night, and they had me Tuscaroarin'
  • Claire: ohgoodlordIan
  • {{{crickets}}}
  • Ian: oh aye he's definitely not seeing these texts
  • Ian: I'm a half day away but I'll head your way now
  • Claire: I'm heading out into the snow to find him
  • Ian: be safe auntie
  • Ian: dress warmly
  • {{{two hours}}}
  • Claire: Jamie I found your trail but it went cold
  • Claire: PLEASE text me
  • Ian: borrowed a horse, will be there asap
  • Claire: of Course Jamie picks a bloody blizzard to disappear in
  • {{{one hour}}}
  • Claire: I will never forgive you if you got eaten by a wildcat or
  • Jamie: I'm alive
  • Claire: OH THANK GOD
  • Ian: WHEW
  • Ian: what happened??
  • Claire: WHERE ARE YOU??
  • Jamie: Threw out my back
  • Jamie: cannnamove
  • Claire: WHERE??
  • Jamie: those your thundering footsteps I hear
  • Tramping about?
  • Claire: DO NOT BITE THE HAND, BRIGITTA
  • Jamie: go down the hill and
  • To the left, my sun and stars
  • Jamie: halpthishurtssobad
  • {{{twenty minutes}}}
  • Claire: found him Ian
  • Claire: made a quick lean to
  • Claire: we're going to wait out the storm a bit
  • >>pings location on google maps <<
  • Claire: come find us and bring the horse as soon as you can
  • Ian: okay still three hours out
  • Ian: two hours out
  • Ian: one hour out
  • Ian: 30 mins
  • Ian: you guys okay?
  • Ian: why aren't you responding ?
  • Ian: okay I think I'm here
  • Ian: oh yeah I see the lean to at the bottom of this cliff
  • Ian: wait are you...
  • Ian: 😱
  • Ian: 😏 oh y'all NASTY
  • Ian: but also adorable
  • Ian: ❄️🎶baby it's collddddddd outttttsiiiiiiiiide🎶❄️
  • Ian: also not to be creepy but you guys have some moves
  • Ian: jaysus
  • Ian: I'm averting my eyes I swear
  • Ian: buuuuuuut first imma help set this #Mood a little better
  • >>incoming files:
  • Like_a_virgin.mp3
  • Missy_elliot_work it.mp3
  • boyz2men_ill_make_love_to_you.mp3
  • Ian: okay I've given you quite a range there
  • Ian: maybe run through all three and see how it goes
  • Ian: you guys do your thang
  • Ian: I'll just
  • Ian: oh wait
  • Ian: sounds like you're finishing up now
  • Ian: you didna get to use the playlist 😔
  • Ian: save for next time aye?
  • Ian: okay I'm guessing you'll be checking your phones in 3...2..:
  • Claire: IAN WHATEVERYOURMIDDLENAMESARE MURRAY
  • Jamie: FOR FUCKS ACTUAL SAKE IAN
  • Ian: well yeah that's the whole point!!
  • Jamie: WHAT IN GODS NAME POSSESSED YE
  • Ian: was just tryna be supportive!
  • Jamie: oh and that five lassies joke wasna AT ALL funny
  • Ian: oh aye. DEFINITELY was A joke.
  • Ian: ha
  • Jamie: Christyourmotherwilleviscerateme
  • Ian: so are we all finished or should I go take a lap?
  • Ian: dinna want the playlist to go to waste

What if after all the campers left, Max stays back because his are too busy™
So David stays with him at Camp Campbell for like a week or two. And one of the days David asked Max something and he started to cry-
Sob cry not actually cry
And it made David realize how much of an asshole Max’s parents are
When his parents actually shows up Max’s just runs up and hugs David to go back his thing since they didn’t know they were showing up that day. David says that he’ll go talk to them with Max thinking he’s kidding. When they leave the hut, Max looks back to see that David was walking up to his parents and started to sprint over to tackle him. Before David could start explaining why they should be more caring towards Max, that Boi just tackled him down with his parents not giving a damm. Just saying “hurry up Max, you’re wasting our time.” He just response like “yes Mom” and David’s just so shock cause his obeying someone for once

I don’t know what else

Bellamy Blake imagine: In Need Of Your Love

Summary: Back on the Ark Bellamy had cheated on the reader and they broke up. Now she has to face him again and it leads to some unexpected reveals, that make her change her mind on some things. 

 Word count: 3300 


Originally posted by bowergosling

Being on the Earth, walking on the ground, seeing the sun rising every morning, it felt odd and amazing at the same time. Even though I had had pretty good life back on the Ark, being here it finally felt right, I felt free.

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Instinct || Jack

Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 1,509

Summary - The one where you panicked and called your ex.

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You and Jack had been broken up for only two months. You still weren’t sure what went wrong. Your strong, two year relationship ended so abruptly. One day you were coming over for a lazy day in, and the next thing you knew, you were sobbing in your car on the way home.

“Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please?” you sobbed out, not knowing what else to do.

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Jack said, frustration evident in his voice. “I’m just, God I don’t know I’m just so overwhelmed right now. I just need to be alone again.”

“Why?” you almost shouted.

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I just have too much going on with YouTube and I’m not ready for this!”

“What, and you couldn’t have figured that out two years ago?” you said. “You’re telling me I’ve just wasted two years of my life on a boy who just now realized he’s not ready to be seriously committed?”

“You know what?” Jack huffed. “Yeah, I guess that is what I’m telling you.”

And now, two months later, you still felt empty. You had seriously imagined spending the rest of your life with Jack. You both talked about it from time to time and it felt like it was a solid plan in both of your minds. What had happened that made him change his mind?

You spent the weekend back home in Bristol, hoping that some time with your family would help relax. Of course, it didn’t, and you were still feeling a heavy weight in your chest on the drive home. You couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes away from London when your car made a horrible noise. The check engine light on your car starting flashing and, before you knew it, your car came to an abrupt halt on the side of the road. It was dark out now and you had close to no idea where you were. You got out of your car to open your hood and check your engine, but you couldn’t tell what was wrong. You were no car expert. “Hey sweetie!” some greasy looking man across the road yelled to you. “I can give you a lift! It won’t cost you a thing except a night at my house!”

“No, let me!” another man yelled. “She’s just the fine piece of ass I’ve been looking for.”

You quickly got in your car and locked the doors, feeling your whole body start to shake and tears to prick in your eyes. Before you knew it, full on sobs were escaping your body. You didn’t know what to do. You had no idea where you were and no way to get back to London. It was nearing 1:00 in the morning and you were instantly regretting not staying another night in Bristol rather than driving home in the dark.

Suddenly, almost instinctively, you had rung Jack. You were still crying and your head was feeling fuzzy. You didn’t realize how inappropriate it probably was for you to call him until he actually picked up the phone. “(Y/N)?” Jack answered. He sounded tired and confused. You wondered if you just woke him up or if he was just not in the mood to talk to you.

“I know I shouldn’t call you,” you said, your voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“What’s going on?” he said, sounding a bit more alert than before.

“My car broke down,” you answered, trying to control your breathing. “There are these guys across the street and they keep looking at me and I’m scared and I don’t know what to do or-” You cut yourself off by crying again.

“Hey, I need you to relax okay?” Jack said gently. “Tell me where you are.”

“I don’t know!” you cried out. “I, I don’t know, Jack.”

“(Y/N), pull up your maps and tell me where you are.”

You had been in such a panic you didn’t even think to do the obvious and check your phone to see where you were stranded. When you did, you rattled off the location to Jack. “Are you in your car?” Jack asked, rustling heard on his end of the line.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice small.

“Alright, stay there, I’m coming to get you,” he said. “Don’t get out of your car, you understand me? Keep the doors locked and don’t get out of the car.”

“Okay,” you said.

“Promise me,” he said sternly. “Promise me you won’t get out of the car.”

“I promise.”

Less than a half hour later, a pair of headlights appeared behind your car. You looked in your rear-view mirror and saw that it was Jack. You got out of your car almost bashfully and walked up to Jack. He immediately pulled you into his arms and held you tightly to his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did they come up to you? Did they touch you?”

“I’m okay,” you said softly. “Look, Jack, I’m really sorry I called you.” You could feel the tears falling from your eyes again. “I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have called you. I just, it was like my instinct. I’m sorry-”

“Babe, look at me,” Jack said, holding your face in his hands. You could hardly look him in the eyes. Those damn blue eyes. You noticed the bags under them and the way they weren’t as bright as they usually were.

“You look different,” you said suddenly. “Are you okay?” Jack gave you a sad smile.

“I’m alright,” he said. “Just haven’t been sleeping too good.”

“And now I call you at the dead of night,” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The ride back to your flat was eerily silent. Jack never turned on the radio and as badly as you wanted to, you knew that sometimes, Jack just enjoyed silence. So, you sat there sulking in your thoughts, focusing on not crying again. When Jack pulled up to your flat, you couldn’t get yourself to get out of the car. “Jack-”

“I’m sorry,” Jack said. You looked up at him immediately, confusion written across your face. “I’m sorry I left you. It was pathetic. I shouldn’t have done it. And, I miss you. I-” He stopped himself, letting out a big sigh. “I miss you so fucking much, (Y/N).”

You were shaking your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “What are you doing?” you said quietly. “You don’t have any right to do this to me.”

“I need to tell you how I feel,” he said. “It’s been eating me up. Why do you think I haven’t been sleeping? It’s because I miss you. It’s because I need to hold you and I can’t.”

“Then why did you leave?” you yelled.

“Because I couldn’t do it!”

“Do what?”

“This!”

Jack reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock. He didn’t even open the box, just twiddled it in his hands. “I bought it but I was too scared to actually do it,” he said, his voice small, sounding defeated. “I tried day after day, week after week, to find the perfect moment to ask you, but I chickened out every fucking time. So I ran away, because I thought if I didn’t have the balls to propose to you, what else could I do?” Tears were still falling from your eyes and you were getting a headache from all the information being thrown at you. “I know I can’t propose and pretend like everything is fine now,” he said quietly. “But I’m begging you to take me back so we can get to that point again. And I won’t chicken out then. If you give me another chance, I promise you that I will ask you to be my wife. Please, (Y/N).”

You stared at Jack, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t forgive him or take him back. He hurt you so badly. But deep down, you knew Jack. You knew that he was just a little scared and that he needed to leave to realize he had to tough it up and face his emotions. You loved him too much to stay away and cause either of you to keep suffering. You reached out and laid a hand on his cheek, making him close his eyes and lean into your touch. “You are the love of my life,” you said quietly. “But you can’t keep running when you feel too much.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m not gonna run again. I promise.”

Not being able to help yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips against Jack’s. He eagerly kissed you back, keeping the kiss gentle and loving. Maybe, you thought, there was a reason your car broke down that night. Maybe there was a reason your instinct was to call him. Maybe, just maybe, this was why.

Blind By Your Side/Part 1

Nightmare’s steps echoed through the hallway, the goopy skeleton walking back and forth with a worried look on his face. The bad sanses were a little worried too, but most about their boss. They’ve never seen him like this before! Not even when one of the bad sanses “accidently” knocked out Dream.

The way the lord of nightmares was acting right now was making them all concerned.

Nightmare himself was also concerned. But not about himself. For the first time in ages, he was concerned about someone else. And that person was Cross.

The thing is… Earlier that day, the evil sanses group were reunited on an AU to make a trap for the Star Sanses so they could, finally, end their stupid group.

They didn’t really care about what AU they were going, so they went on random. Actually, Nightmare was totally against that idea, since it was obviously dumb, but when he looked again, the sanses were gone and a portal was open.

Since he apparently didn’t have any other options, he had to just roll with it and follow the others.

That was a huge mistake.

Out of all the AUs possible, they fell just on Possessiontale, an AU where Flowey gets to possess other people and control their bodies as his own.

Just as Flowey stumbled across those sanses, he didn’t even hesitated. Using his dimension Sans’ body, he attacked them at all force, beginning a fight.

During the fight, Flowey went on attacking Nightmare, but just at that time, he was distracted and didn’t see the attack coming. But when he noticed the attack, he also noticed it didn’t exactly hit him, but Cross instead.

The goopy skeleton growled in low tone remembering Cross’ painful expression. Feeding from negative feelings was supposed to make Nightmare feel good, right? So why Cross’ pain made him feel so… Awful?

A door opened, catching everyone’s attention. Dream slowly walked out, his face showing some concerned expressions. Before anyone could do anything, Nightmare ran to his brother’s direction with a serious look on his face.

“Dream! Tell me how’s Cross, now!” he shouted, gripping tightly on his shoulders.

“B-brother… It hurts!” the shorter one cried out, the grip getting tighter by the second.

“JUST TELL ME ALREADY!”

“WE HAD SOME COMPLICATIONS!” Dream shouted back. Nightmare’s eye widened, his grip on Dream’s shoulder loosing up a bit. He frowned, throwing the young guardian to the side and running as fast as he could into the room.

Once he came into the room his eye widened once more. On the bed Ink was sitting right in front of Cross. They were talking normally, like nothing happened.

But something was different.

Even though Cross was acting like he was ok. He didn’t look exactly ok. He looked fine, except for one thing.

He was wearing a blindfold.

‘Oh my god…’ Nightmare thought assuming the worst.

His presence was soon noted by the protector, who sent a friendly smile on his direction, his attention going back to Cross.

“Hey buddy, looks like you have a visitor.” Ink said. Cross turned to the right, even though he couldn’t see anything.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“It’s your boss mah man.” he joked, trying to lighting up the mood a bit.

“Oh!” the lord of the negative feelings took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous. He walked on their direction, trying to keep his serious look.

“So, what is the situation?” he asked.

“Well, I healed what I could… But it appears there wasn’t much I could do about…” Ink’s voice died, as he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Much you could do about what?” Nightmare asked, his voice changing into a brute tone.

“The damage to his eyes were beyond of what I could do. I healed all of it, but his vision didn’t show any signs of actually working.” Nightmare’s eye widened. “I’m sorry to tell you that… He’s blind. I’m sorry, but I did what I could.” Ink was saying some more things but at that point… Nightmare wasn’t paying attention.

“There wasn’t much I could do, I-”

“You have 10 seconds to leave this place before I kill you all” Nightmare demanded. Ink widened his eyes, but soon sighed and got up.

“Right. Take care of yourselves. DREAM! GET YOUR STUFF, WE’RE LEAVING!” he shouted, walking to the door’s direction. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he pronounced himself. “Just one more thing. Cross is in a pretty weak state, so you might wanna find someone to take care of him. Of course, if you don’t want to, we could take him with us.” Ink offered.

“…3 seconds.” was all Nightmare said in response. Ink walked left the room and left alongside with Dream.

Nightmare sighed. He turned his head to Cross’ direction, whose head was facing the window. The lord of the negative feelings walked towards him, sitting by his side and facing the window alongside him.

“So… Guess that’s it, huh?” Cross said.

“What do you mean by that?” Nightmare asked.

“Well, I’m blind now. I don’t think you need any dead weight on your team. I just need to manage to open a portal and so I can go back to my AU.” Nightmare’s eye widened.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You are not leaving!” he turned his head to the goopy skeleton’s side.

“But you heard Ink. On my condition I would need someone to take care of me, and I don’t think any of those guys outside would want to waste their time with someone like me.” Nightmare looked down for a bit, some thoughts wandering through his mind. He frowned, blushing a little with a dumb idea he had. He quickly turned to Cross’ side, taking his hand on his.

“I can take care of you.”

****

English is not my first language!

Also this is my first Nightcross fanfic. Hope it doesn’t turn out awfully bad it already is

Nightmare and Dream/ @jokublog

Cross/ @jakei95

Ink/ @comyet

PossessionTale/ ???
If anyone knows the creator of this AU please tell me

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anonymous asked:

How will the s,m,t react if they find out that Yui is the princess of hunters and she have the duty to kill them ( Yui didn't know about her family) and let say that she has the ability to kill them but she doesn't want to.. Like she is struggling between love and duty. -Sorry for my bad english :'(

This is so sad ;-;

~Sakamaki~

♥Shu: So… It’s your job to kill me, huh? How bothersome… And I thought everything was going nice and steady. Oh well… Do whatever you want. I don’t care… I knew a day like this would come, eventually… But I didn’t expect you would be the one to end my life.

♥Reiji: You’re… I asked you what will you do, but your words do seem weak. You say you love me, but you sound doubtful about it. Hm… Let’s do it this way. Run away from this house, and never come back. I… I’ll kill you if you come back.

♥Ayato: You have to kill me?! Why?! You don’t need to… You don’t have to! See? You don’t want to do it! You’re mine, Chichinashi! And that means you cut all ties with the rest of your family! I’ll kill those people if they ever think to come for you!

♥Kanato: How dare you… Don’t you love me?! I opened myself to you, and you just…-sniffs- I should just kill you myself! I know you can choose, so choose to stay with me, stupid!

♥Laito: …Bitch-chan? Are you going to kill me? But, if you’re going to do so, why are you crying? Huh~? You don’t want to? But, if you have to, I don’t care, nfu~ It would be a nice proof of true love to die at your hands… That way, I would truly believe that you love me, haha~

♥Subaru: You know… I once wanted to die, ages and ages before meeting you. But now that I’m at your side… It’s different… Tell me, wouldn’t it be easier if I just killed the ones who sent you to finish me?

~Mukami~

♥Ruki: Do what your heart tells you to, Livestock. I can’t help you with this. You’re on your own. I don’t agree with any of these things, honestly. I believe you’ll make the right choice. But, if you choose to kill me… I’ll have to defend myself. So, choose wisely.

♥Kou: W,what?! Why do you have to… Are you that silly, M Neko-Chan?! It’s obvious which side you should pick! This… This is not fair… Don’t you think my opinion is important in this kind of situation?!… H-hey, look at me…

♥Yuma: Hah?! Sow, I’m just going to say this once, so get your shit straight! If you loved me, you would tell all those assholes to fuck off! Your past, and those hunters don’t matter anymore! Here, now, it’s you and me, you get it?!

♥Azusa: W,why are you… Telling me this, Eve…?!… We are so happy… Together… I… Gave away so many things… Just to keep you… At my side… And you…! Am I… Not important to you… Anymore?… S-stay with me… Eve…

~Tsukinami~

♥Carla: What a shame. I guess it was a waste of time to let this… Relationship go too far. Do you even think you can match my power, human? I’ve killed countless of your people. So, be wise and throw those thoughts away.

♥Shin: You’re one of those hunters… Heheh, it’s kinda fun how a handful of humans think they can get rid of us so easily. My power in battle is unmatched. Luckily for you, I’m giving you the option to deny your duties.