hearts in my eyes because their relationship is just beautiful

ginnywheezy  asked:

cho/ginny?

this is for the @hprarepairnet trope challenge! this is for the “dismissing a compliment” trope from this list

  • stop it,” cho begged, “i’m not pretty.”
  • ginny rolled her eyes and asked, “what in the world makes you think that?”
  • cho took a deep breath as she leaned back and placed her head in ginny’s lap.
  • ginny started playing with her hair as she waited for an answer.
  • “i have my reasons, i’m just not pretty, ginny. stop talking shit.”
  • “you are pretty. you’re just full of shit.”
  • cho didn’t answer her and shut her eyes, and she was disappointed once ginny’s fingers left her hair.
  • ginny gently pushed cho’s head off her lap and got up from the couch.
  • cho opened up one eye to see ginny standing over her with her hands on her waist.
  • this was the only time she actually looked tall.
  • “why do you never accept my compliments?” she asked her seriously, “i’m your girlfriend, i want you to feel good about yourself.”
  • cho sighed, she didn’t want to talk about this.
  • “you don’t need to compliment me,” cho told her, “i won’t ever believe it. i’m not pretty, ginny. there is a reason my past relationships failed.” 
  • ginny sat back down on the couch and grabbed cho’s hands.
  • “your relationships didn’t fail because of your looks, cho. those guys were stupid. you are so beautiful, you always have been. some people just have issues recognizing true beauty, especially beauty on the inside.”
  • cho smiled sadly and then leaned over and softly kissed ginny on the lips.
  • as she pulled away, ginny’s eyes were still closed.
  • she looked dazed, and that made cho’s heart speed up.
  • fine,” cho told her, “i will accept your compliment. thank you, gin.”
  • “anytime, baby, it’s the truth.” 
Love. It’s a rare, crazy and utterly beautiful ride. Full of ups and downs, hills and valleys, intensities and calmer times. There’s love that makes you dizzy with happiness, heavy-hearted with sadness or insane with madness. But one day, when these extreme feelings begin to fade by the wayside, remember that there will always be a fire that burns within you. Just don’t ever let it completely die out. If you are lucky enough to find your ‘soul mate’ then you will need to remember they aren’t going to be perfect in every way possible. You are going to fight. You will disagree. They will drive you mad. You might even feel like you’ve lost the spark. But, if for the most part, you feel deep deep down in your trustworthy gut that they are ‘the one’, then don’t ever let the passion completely fade away. If you want the romance, remember love is a two way street. Give, give, give and you shall receive. Happy endings aren’t just for the movies. But once the honeymoon passes, love can be hard work. It can also be one of the most rewarding things that this life has given us. Fall in love and you’ll fall down the rabbit hole, into your very own gorgeous world that’s uniquely tailored for the two of you. There’s really nothing quite like it, so don’t allow it to be neglected. And if you haven’t found love yet, believe me, it’s just around the corner. So keep your chin high, your eyes bright and your smile beautiful, because you, my dear, deserve nothing but the very best.
—  Rose Sadleir
Help me

Remus X Reader: Part 4

part1 part2 part3 

Y/N : your name

Y/L/N: your last name


Minutes seemed to seep away; the last remnants of sand began to drain from the glass grip of the hourglass. Time was up and so was her exam. Shakily, Y/N placed her quill down and sceptically scanned over her paper; it was the first exam she had completed without leaving any questions undone and not having a break down mid-way through. After all papers had been collected in, she exhaled a sigh of relief: if she had done badly, there was no way of changing what had already been done.

Apprehensively, she made her way out of the hall. In need of comfort and cheer and a confession fuelling up inside, she made her way up the stairs, towards Classroom 3C.


As she reached the foot of the stairs, she noticed that the door was already wide open. Hesitantly, Y/N stepped inside, clutching tightly onto her bag. To her astonishment, the entire classroom looked manic. Parchments and quills were strewn on the floor, tables and chairs were knocked over; the entire room was cloaked in darkness, the only flicker of light emitting was from the sunset outside. Y/N couldn’t comprehend what, why and how this scene had occurred. She crept slowly towards the front desk, eyes skimming over her professor’s untidy workload. Suddenly, a loud bang erupted from above her, making her jump out of her skin. Her eyes trailed up to find a dark silhouette, hiding behind the shadows; his demeanour rugged yet sturdy.


“What are you doing here?” spoke a monotone voice; his tone unfamiliar to Y/N- unfilled with warmth and serenity as it usually was.

“Erm… Remus?” Y/N replied cautiously, concern filling her voice as the figure began to descend down the stairs.

“Answer the question” he commanded in a stern voice, sending fearful shivers down Y/N’s spine. She seemed unable to find her words as his body started to make its way closer to her- his spiritual presence away.

“Nothing I suspect-” he cut,

“- Now if you would be so kind as to leave my office, it’s after hours.” He retorted, irritation lingering in his voice.

“- Considering you’re going to get your good grades, I guess I won’t be of much service.”  Y/N stared at him in bewilderment. ‘what is he saying?’ she thought to herself, before she began to speak.

“Remus… what do you mean? It’s me…?” she muttered silently, her breathing hitching as she spoke each word.

He scoffed quietly before he continued, “You know, I’m surprised your still keeping up the ‘innocent-student’ act. Seriously, it’s getting boring.” He paused for a moment, racking his brain of his thoughts.

“-Well, of course you wouldn’t understand the meaning behind your actions…not when you were with Professor Kettleburn, and certainly not with me.-” Y/N burrowed her eyebrows in confusion at her professors words.

“I-I-I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re trying to imply, Remus” she responded.

Professor Lupin-” he interrupted, his face motionless and eyes glaring.

“- students aren’t supposed to address teachers by their first name… it’s impolite and disrespectful.

But I suppose it’s because you’re…” he paused, eyes narrowing down at her,

“- a child. You don’t understand the meaning of respect. You only care for yourself, as children tend to do-”. he halted for a moment, before he shook out an empty, panged laugh,

“Getting intimate with a teacher in order to get a good grade: a little cliché don’t you think Y/N… even for your standards”. Y/N’s eyes began to line with tears, her face furrowed with disbelief at the professor’s word of animosity.

“.. E-Excuse me?” she choked her voice unable to penetrate through her anger.

“- is that what you think of me. A fucking slut who sleeps around with teachers to get a good grade?” she shrieked in fury at the accusation.

“Well that’s what I’ve heard” Professor Lupin replied, not making eye contact.

“What and you believe rumours spread by teenagers, do you?” she questioned him with a burning glare. He didn’t respond.

If you must know, the reason why I stayed behind with Kettleburn, wasn’t to fucking screw him.-

… it was to get help with my lessons because that’s what a person does when they’re struggling at a certain subject….because …” she explained, trying to steady her breathing before she continued

“… Because that person actually cares about what they get in their N.E.W.T’s because maybe, just maybe, they want to create a better future for themselves because they’ve endured such a shitty past.-“ she hitched, strangled cries rendering her unable to speak properly,

- B-b-because their parent’s made bad choices and now they’re locked away in Azkaban, leaving their child to fend for themselves.-

-… And as much as the child tries to cover up her horrible life and  create a positive mind-set ….she can’t.  Because guess what…-”

“… People always have to assume the worst even when she’s trying her best… including the ones she thought she loved.  So there you go…-” she broke off, tears cascading down her broken face,

“…I hope you’re satisfied.” She sputtered.

A wave of guilt and remorse washed over Professor Lupin as he began to fill with realisation. Without making eye contact at Y/N, he looked over to the window; darkness began to shadow the sky, filling the room in dimness.

“…Y/N?-” He spoke, slowly placing a hand on her arm, finally meet her gaze, but she flinched away at his touch.

Don’t…” she whispered with hurt,

Not anymore.” applying inflation on the last word. Before Professor Lupin could voice his say, Y/N leftt.

Running as fast as her legs could carry her, she made her way out the door and down towards her dormitory. Tears streamed down her face as she buried her body deep within the covers; encasing her in pain and misery. And she remained in that position for hours; oblivious to the faint cries from a werewolf not far away; its body brandished in cuts and scars… her heart wielded in the same way.


The following morning arrived with a foggy start. Y/N got up, her head heavy and face rugged. She had spent all night crying; the puffiness and dark circles under her eyes serving a friendly reminder that slumber did not pay her a visit. 

She looked at her image in the mirror and groaned in disgust; not only did she look a mess but her first lesson would be with… him. She couldn’t bear the thought of facing him in her DADA lesson. She pondered for a moment before deciding that it would be best if she did not go. Surely no one would realise her absence anyway.


“Professor Lupin, what a pleasant surprise. Shouldn’t you be resting” responded the cold voice of Professor Snape, who was covering Lupin’s lesson, due to his ill condition. Professor Lupin had clamoured though the door, his shirt askew, hair messy and fresh scars littering his face.

“Sorry to interrupt but could I please borrow Y/N” he asked, a hint of urgency in his tone.

“Unfortunately Miss Y/L/N, much like yourself, has failed to show up to her lesson at the appropriate time. She is marked absent” he muttered flatly.  ‘that’s odd, she always turns up to her Defence lessons’ Professor Lupin thought to himself, burrowing his eyebrows in concern and confusion.

“N-n-no matter…Thank you Professor” he smiled lightly before turning to leave, limping along the way to due to his injuries.


Y/N lay on the tattered bed, her back rested against the wall of the Shrieking Shack . She made no reaction, she simply stared out into the open space; cast away in her thoughts. A small creak plunged her out her minds rambling.


“I thought you’d be here-” a silken voice sounded. She shifted her gaze to meet his figure; her face emotionless.

“-This place had always served as a sanctuary to unearth all worries and troubles-” Professor Lupin continued, strolling around the open space,

“- as well as serving as a prison of isolation from normality.” He mumbled, sadness brimming in his tone, gaining Y/N’s attention, despite her cold exterior.  Professor Lupin slowly stumbled over to the wall adjacent from Y/N, his hands scanning over the scratched wooden structure.

“That night was pretty horrific-” his hand still gently stroking at the slashed wood as he spoke,

“James sustained quite a nasty gash but Sirius still managed to subdue my destruction”. He let out a pained, expressionless laugh; Y/N looked at him with confusion, her mind suddenly filled with worry and concern. He slowly turned to face her direction, his eyes filled with distress as he began to express his mind’s furtiveness.

“You know Y/N, there’s something I’ve been keeping from you, that will probably make you detest me more than you already do-” he paused, making his way over to Y/N,


“-But first… I owe you an huge apology” he drew in a long deep breath before he continued, crouching beside Y/N as he spoke,

I am so sorry Y/N… for everything. I accused you of something so unjust and ridiculous, that I rendered all sources of logical reasoning useless. I actually believed a rumour spread by 16 year-old’s about the person I cared for the most, instead of coming to you first. I’m a fool and the way I acted towards you was disgusting and completely unforgiveable. I feel so ashamed that I showed my worst side to the best thing that’s ever happened to me in a long time. I’ve already lost so many of who were dear to me and now I feel as though it’s happening again… but this time due to my own accord. Y-you know one of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter…”

“… but considering I’m about to tell you something that will put our entire relationship in jeopardy, I’m willing to throw caution at the wind-” he paused, a few tears escaping his eyes as he looked up to meet Y/N awaiting gaze,

“… I love you Y/N

…You’re the reason I wake up in the morning because seeing your face every day just makes this, ‘living’ that much more enjoyable. Your smile is absolutely intoxicating and when you laugh, by Merlin, when you laugh Y/N… I feel as though my heart’s bound to beat right out my chest because it’s so beautiful. You’re beautiful. And I know I’ve pretty much fucked things up between us, I just hope you don’t forget that because you’re everything I’ve always wanted and more. I love you Y/N and I don’t think I will ever stop. Please know that because what I’m about to tell you will change everything” He sighed in alleviation but soon anxiousness crept up inside him,

“… I’m a werewolf Y/N… That’s why I’ve been missing classes and limited my time seeing you, including last night…-

I’m so sorry.” He ended solemnly, bowing his head in disesteem.


Y/N didn’t know how to react. She sat there, gazing at the broken man who had just poured out his heart and soul. On one hand, her heart filled with glee and adoration or her professor. On the other hand, her body quaked in fear as she began to process his condition. She didn’t know what to do.

Swiftly, Professor Lupin brushed his hand on top of Y/N’s and placed a loving kiss; Y/N felt as though all the misery and pain that lingered within her suddenly evaporated out her system, simply leaving her filled with warmth and…. Love.


Languidly, Professor Lupin got up from his position and, glumly, started to make his way to the door. Without warning, he suddenly felt himself loose balance but managed to position himself, as a pair of arms lightly wrapped around his torso. And that’s when he finally heard her speak,

I love you too, Professor Lupin” she sobbed into his shirt, dampening the material. He curved slowly to face her, his hands stationed at her side.

“W-w-what” he stammered, before Y/N giggled silently at his expression,

“I love you too …Remus” she countered, making Professor Lupin laugh in the process. She inched closer towards him and pecked a gentle kiss across his jaw.

“I want you and only you. Nothing else is relevant to me” she spoke before Lupin interrupted,

“- but what about my condition, I mean don’t you mi-” but she quickly hushed him by placing her hands over his mouth.

“I don’t care about that. I want you, Remus John Lupin… and that includes everything that comes with being with you.” she countered as she began to intertwine her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a long- awaited kiss.  

You’re amazing” Professor Lupin proclaimed, pulling away from her slightly,

“And you’re still stupid” she replied giggling. Professor Lupin smiled down at her in adoration, before he pulled her back in for a more intimate and prolonged kiss. And in that moment, their minds settled to an agreement; they were to spend the rest of their lives devoted to one another; conjuring up different ways to make the other happy; until their dying breath… forever and eternity, as one.



Epilogue

warning: implied SMUT 


Pitiful wisps of cloud drifted lazily across the bright February sky, its small candyfloss-like tufts waltzing gently above the archaic edifice of Hogwarts. The mellow rays of the dying winter sun shone brightly through the windows of Defence class.

“….their high pitch cackles are particularly entrancing to children, and they use this to lure them away from their guardians to eat them.-” Professor Lupin explained to his class of Fourth Years, who all gazed at their professor with intrigue. Abruptly, they were soon retracted from their wonderment of the fascinating properties of an Erkling, by Professor Lupin’s instructions;

“Now, if you’d please turn to page 200 of your textbooks, you’ll find a whole detailed account of an Erkling. What I’d like you from you please, is a two sided roll of parchment on the properties of an Erkling and what differentiates them from a gnome. You have 45 minutes, talking will not be required so … silence please.” He ended and made his way to his desk whilst the class settled into silence; the only sound emitting from the students were the scratches of quills and shuffling of parchment.


Professor Lupin sat at his desk, eyes scanning over his mount of marking and paperwork, huffing in annoyance. His eyes were then drawn to the diamond earring that lay askew from beside his ink pot. His mouth began to mould into a grin as his mind began to reminisce the ‘celebratory study session’ he had with Y/N the previous evening to commemorate passing her exams. The earring now served as a mere memorabilia of the intense pride and impassioned felicitations shared between the two; leaving poor Professor Lupin’s grinning widely; his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

His attention soon became directed elsewhere; from the corner of his eye a small parchment glided through the room, landing swiftly on top of the clutter. Professor Lupin eyed the material with suspicion before reading. His eyes scanned the note:

“Professor Lupin,
There is some help required on the seventh floor and we are in need of your assistance…
URGENTLY!”

Professor Lupin looked around sceptically: it was odd that the note had not come signed or addressed, neither was it stamped with the Hogwarts crest. Cautiously he got up from his seat, pre-warned his class to have their work completed for when he arrived, and slithered out the door making his way towards the seventh floor.


When he arrived, there was not a person in sight. He looked down at the parchment again, going over it; it had clearly said ‘the seventh floor’, then where on earth is th- Professor Lupin was suddenly cut off from his thoughts as a fairly large door began to configure from within the wall he was currently standing opposite from. The door creaked slightly whilst opening; Professor Lupin looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was nearby but suddenly, a fairly strong force grasped him inside, whilst the door began to conceal itself again, hidden away from any peering bodies.


 “WHAT IN MERLIN’S NAME?! Y/N! You scared m-” Lupin began to exclaim, flailing his arms like a panicked turtle.

“Shhhh-” Y/N hushed softly, her hands clasping his mouth.

“It’s okay… it’s just me” she cooed gently, her warmth breaths tingling his skin.

After he’d calmed, she started to back away slightly, leaving Professor Lupin speechless as he flashed over Y/N’s body; her meagre frame was draped in a flimsy silk slip-on dress, exposing most of her flesh, quickening her professors breaths. She smiled in satisfaction as he suddenly became rigid in composure at the sight of her. Silence shifted after a couple moments as Professor Lupin began to speak, his voice low and rough;

“You know, members of staff address each other by first name, even by note-” he chuckled lightly before continuing,

“- rendering you the only culprit who sent this subliminal note?” he asked cocking an eyebrow, slipping closer towards Y/N.

Guilty” she replied in a seductive, faint tone.

“So I’m right in guessing that my assistance is not required for any help…?” he mewled, closing the small gap between; his warmth breaths caressing her exposed flesh.

“Well, not exactly…” Y/N responded without meeting his gaze, hands tugging slightly on his tie. Professor Lupin eyed her quizzically before he continued,

“Then please enlighten me Y/N… what is it that you need?” he whispered, barely inaudible, his arm began to spiral around her waist, his touch needy yet gentle, making Y/N weak in the knees. Her eyes suddenly snapped up to meet his intense gaze, her eyes lined with lust and impatience.

“…. You” she finally replied, crashing her lips onto him with force. He reacted without thought as his lips moved in the same rhythm as Y/N, deepening in pressure as they turned and moaned in pleasure; each kiss radiating excitement, passion and need for more.

“W-w-wait, wait … Y/N I have class” Professor Lupin mumbled against Y/N’s lips.

“… Your point” Y/N whispered in response and carried on peppering kisses against his skin.

“I have to get back in half an hour” he continued breathlessly until he met Y/N’s smug smirk; he rolled his eyes in agitation,

Fuck it.” he remarked before he attached his lips on her neck, kissing her senseless. He backed her up against a desk before grabbing her from behind the legs and placing her on top; her legs wrapped around his body in response whilst he kept a firm grip on them, edging his body closer to her touch. Y/N helplessly tried to strip him of his tie but it wouldn’t move, until Remus yanked it off along with his shirt; Y/N following suit. Their lips found one another and they resumed to their previous motions, it wasn’t until a low, barely audible moan leaving Y/N’s mouth, Remus slipped carelessly into copulation: minds retracting… but bodies becoming one.

Professor Lupin strolled into his class, 25 minutes later, his expression confident as he sat down behind his desk, his head buried in his work, in order to conceal the remnants of Y/N’s affection around his collar.

“Where did you go, Sir” questioned a small fourth year. Professor Lupin looked up, his expression relaxed,,

“A student needed my help …and I obliged” he responded; resuming to grin from behind his work, like an idiot. An idiot… who was so very deeply in love


Originally posted by relationshipaims



Hope you guys enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!

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Strategic Butt Coverings - Tropes vs Women in Video Games
This episode examines the ways in which designers often employ camera angles and clothing choices as tools to deliberately sexualize and objectify female pro...

I just can’t believe it… Here I am going into debt trying to make something of myself in college and then some girl puts up a Kickstarter page and makes a cool 158,922 dollars while barely putting out content, and this is the result. 

I mean… I guess it really pisses me off extra since videogames are my favorite artistic medium in the world, and since I pretty much consider liking videogames an essential to critiquing them.  Anita said she doesn’t even like them. She ain’t in no position to be objective here. 

Everytime someone mentions women being objectified in videogames, though, my mind can think of plenty of men being objectified, too. 

Those are just the ones off the top of my head… I think Japan is definitely a little bit better at objectifying the two genders equally. For some reason I couldn’t think of too many American ones. Anyway. I’ve seen plenty of women on Tumblr and DA and wherever else say, ‘daaang Serph got a nice ass’. . I mean, I don’t do that. When I was playing Digital Devil Saga I wasn’t think 'Serph got a nice ass’ I was thinking, 'holy crap I gotta outrun this jailkeeper’.

 Look, a lot of people like to be pandered to. I’m not one of them, but it’s fine that other people are, and game designers should be allowed to pander to demographics so they can make more money. Of course, since Anita probably doesn’t even play videogames, she has no idea that fully-dressed women in videogames DO exist, and she never even mentions female characters with depth, regardless of how they dress. Just because a character likes to dress sexy, or a real human being likes to dress sexy, doesn’t mean they have no depth and can’t be likable. I know that women are generally more objectified than men, but who cares about the woman to man objectification ratio? Women and men are not dehumanized because they like to show off their bods, dammit. 

I always like to think of Palutena from Kid Icarus as a good example of this. Palutena is not the most sexualized woman in a videogame at all, but she is a little bit sexy and I actually really like her design. It’s elegant and graceful, and it’s not demeaning. But I really like Palutena so much because she plays so well off of Pit. Their dialogue in KI:U was really witty and fun and had a lot of heart, and the game would probably be significantly more bland without her in it. I like how much she helps Pit throughout the game, too. And I have to admit, sometimes it is hard for me to get past a character that’s TOO extremely objectified. Especially if it’s during a serious cutscene and a female character is literally wearing an outfit where her butt is showing. But for the most part, I’m just too old to care. It just really bugs me that Anita just discounts, overlooks, or pans all the female characters I’ve loved in videogames for the dumbest reasons.

Remember, Zelda is a bad character because she wears pink and pink is a gender signifier. Anita just discounted Paula as a character because she wears the color pink, even though Paula is the one who prays with her whole heart at the end of the game, and the day is saved because of her. 

Personally, I like it best when the day is saved exclusively thanks to a man and woman. It’s probably one of the reasons Xenogears and Baten Kaitos are two of my favorite RPGS ever. Those games are fuckin’ beautiful. Not just beautiful. Fuckin’ beautiful.

Seriously, the relationship between Fei and Elly is extremely well written, positive, eye-opening, and indicative of the things men and women can accomplish together. That’s what made it so great. 

According to a legend handed down in Nisan…
God could have created humans perfectly…
But then, humans would not have helped each other…
So that is what these great single-winged angels symbolize…
In order to fly, they are dependent on one another.

On further inspection, the left angel looks somewhat masculine…
… while the right one looks somewhat feminine. -Xenogears

So I was doing a little thinking and I thought to myself… is a failed relationship, truly a failure? And then I thought, well, fuck. It’s not. It really isn’t. I’ve taken something from everyone who has ever said I love you to me. So when the girl with freckles said she loved me, I believed that I could be loved for the first time. So when the girl with freckles broke up with me, I learned that your first love does indeed hurt in a totally different way than stubbing your toe or biting your tongue because you eat too fast– the food isn’t going anywhere, but the lovers are. So when the girl with a pretty smile said she loved me, I said I love you too without really understanding it, I still don’t. So when I left the girl with a pretty smile during the middle of summer, I understood that you can’t just say I love you just because you feel like it, you should only really say it when you fucking mean it. I didn’t mean it, like clouds apologizing about the rain– I’m sorry, I’m just full of myself. So when the girl with glasses said that she loved me, it made me sad because somewhere in there, I knew that she didn’t. So when the girl broke up with me, I didn’t shed a single tear– meaningless love, it’s never really without questions. She loved me in the same way that I loved her, we needed to happen, but only temporarily happen. So when the girl who made a heart out of dollar bills said that she loved me, I truly stopped those words from leaving my lips– because like cologne kissing skin, it’s just that, another kiss. So when I left her, I finally understood the meaning of a kiss. Some lips will press you, but you may never own the kiss. A kiss is there, only a memory– some days upon that sleeve, your heart will feel heavy. So when the girl with an apology written on her lips said that she loved me, I said right back– I’m sorry, we’re too far gone for that. Sometimes, saying no will save the both of you. So when the girl who fantasized about the world asked me to love her, I knew that the world was meant to break us. We were never going to work, we just made ourselves into something that was close to lovable. In truth? We weren’t. We just played that part well. So when I left you, I left a part of myself inside of your hips– hands that’ll hold you there in the middle of a dance, they’ll feel mine. So when the girl who loved to read books wrote poetry all over my body and called it a poem, I believed her. To this day, I still write poetry and call it a story I won’t be telling. To lovers who claim that saying I love you will make things okay, it doesn’t. You don’t start things without hurting someone. We started something for more than half a decade, I’m still learning how to say sorry for not full ending things with myself about this topic. But maybe it’s because closure comes like an ocean, I feel the right words to say, but I’ll never say it. You can call me baby, just add the word gone before and after it. I love you ended the day you said such words. So when the girl who loved to read books said that she wanted to go on an adventure that didn’t involve me– I guess I’m still looking for my adventure, one made of words, music and a dance. I write poetry, I do. Like the way music affects the body, my poetry does that to the soul. You can say I love you, just say it with your eyes. So when the girl with daisies said I love you, I wanted to believe it. But when you love a soft wind after a tornado, everything just feels too weak. My heart doesn’t beat for you, another I’m sorry. So when the girl with beautiful eyes said that she loved me, we’re just friends who hasn’t come to terms with this not being a stable relationship. So when the girl with a laugh said that she doesn’t want things to continue, I say right back, it’s okay. We can’t force love like the way I’ve been forcing a smile. So before you call yourself another failure because you can’t maintain a relationship– think about the why… because in some way, it wasn’t a total failure. You took something with you. Something real. It won’t always be perfect, no. She won’t be. The one you love last. She’ll be everything they couldn’t give. She’ll be everything you haven’t seen. She’ll be something like a new dream and darling, you’ve been waiting to sleep again. So when she wakes you up one day, just to say that she loves you… maybe one day… you’ll believe it. They say that love is out there. Your soulmate is out there. You’ll find love again. There’s over a billion souls, someone is bound to love me. Maybe, it’ll happen. But for today? The most important person you’ve been falling for is in the mirror. They say that loving yourself is a good start to finding lovers that’ll love you for who you are, because let’s be honest. How are you going to love someone and know where to start… if you barely know how to love yourself? That’s the beauty next to the beast. It’s much easier to blurt out the words I love you to them and call it love than it is to say I’m comfortable in my own skin and it’s my home. I think I want to know love, the kind that doesn’t make me question who I am or why I am, maybe a simple– I am the way I am because of the people I’ve loved is better. So one day when I look in the mirror and see her brushing her hair or simply smiling, I’ll remember everything and anything that I’ve been through without regretting a thing… because loving them then, gave her to me.
—  x marks the spot

I heard a lot of bad things this week about Porter Gage and how he’s ugly. Someone even create a mod to make him “hotter” and claim that now he’s “too” hot. All of you who said this better wipe the shit out of your eyes right the fuck now. I mean, look at him ! When I started Nuka World, my plan was to kill all the raiders because my Sole is a good person, always there to help, never did a single bad thing but I never planned HIM lol. He’s so cute, sweet and also shy when you’re in a relationship with him. So… The bad boy made his way to my heart, Preston will hate me soon but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Just to see him shirtless like this is totally worth being bad ;) Remind me to thank myself for putting these pants on him. He’s beautiful ok ? Mods won’t make him better, at all 😉

we didn’t talk for months. maybe three ? it’s a lot for me. i throw this party because Thomas is leaving france for australia in two days and i wanted all my friend to be reunited before he leaves. so here we are. here i am. it’s what? 4am ? i’m drunk as fuck, and we’re here, i am here and i still don’t know how i can stand on my foot, how i still can talk but i do. we met at some bar, i confessed you more that i usually do, but i never let you know that i liked you. i never told you how you smile could light up my day. i never told you that everytime you look at me my heart fall into pieces because i know you don’t feel the same way. and everytime i give you my body it’s not because i want to have sex with you, it’s because i want you to fall in love with me. i knew i was playing a dangerous game and i know we agreed to be just friends, with no romantics feelings and fuck i was totally fine with that but you told me so many things, you messed up with my head making me fall in love with you but you took a step back and didn’t catch me. i don’t fucking care if you don’t love me the way i do, i don’t care if you’re in love with this perfect blond skinny girl. she’s everything i’m not and i know it. she’s beautiful, and her eyes are so amazing. i know it okay ? but i hate you because you knew i liked you, i bet you knew but still, you’d keep coming to see me, making me laugh and being so sweet just to fuck, you didn’t even cared when you left my house, letting me sleep on my own and woke up in an empty bed with my heart missing. that’s why i am so mad at you.
—  things i said to the boy i love, drunk as fuck, at 4am. - amy
The Importance of SessRin and Why Kikyo is Integral to InuKag

As a fan re-entering into the Inuyasha fandom, and a new member of the SessRin fandom, I feel it’s necessary to explain just why exactly SessRin is so important for Sesshomaru’s character development, and why Kikyo is vitally important to InuKag’s story, not to mention, creates a poetic aesthetic to the pairing. 

First thing’s first, I want to start with SessRin. This, while being a popular ship, is also a controversial one, with one half of the pairing being a child during the canon timeline. I want to begin my explanation with: during the canon timeline, they are not romantic love interests. 

Do not be confused; I ship these two together romantically. However, while Rin is a child in Sesshomaru’s care, they are comrades with a strong bond. They have a spiritual bond that is evident, but romance has nothing to do with it in the early stages of their relationship. I believe it is safe to say that Sesshomaru does not understand what love is (any form of it). He’s never experienced selflessness or kindness. As a demon, he was lead to believe strength and nobility is one’s only true worth. He held fast to this belief, and he grew into a hateful, stuck-up man who was severely lacking in compassion, especially towards mortals. 

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letters to her- i love you the way that i do..

I don’t know how else to love you except for the way that i do. I don’t know how to love less, care less, with you, i can’t do it. I can’t fake it. I don’t see no other way. I love you full fledgedly. There are no restraints on my feelings for you. I love you as deep as the ocean. I love you as high as the skies. You’re a part of every thought that passes.And i know you believe social media blows what a relationship should be like out of proportion, but i just hope you know..

I don’t tell you you’re beautiful bc Facebook tells me thats what you tell your girlfriend when you have one. I tell you you are beautiful because everytime i look at you, and you smile with those dimples, you get a sparkle in your eyes that my heart is weak for. I tell you you’re beautiful because you need to know that is what i see when i look at you.

I don’t want to cuddle you constantly because the internet is skewed with couples cuddling everywhere. I want to cuddle you all the time because I personally know life is short and I’m blessed for the time we are given together. I want to show you affection because my heart don’t know anything else when i see you. I could live in Your arms forever. Your touch is magnetic, holding my life in place.

I don’t want to hold your hand in public, because a post says if you don’t its not love. I want to hold your hand in public because I am in love with you and touch is a natural thing when you love someone. I want to hold your hand because the warmth radiating from it gives me comfort that we are still alive.

I don’t want to kiss you or hug you before school and before bedtime or just when i freaking want to, because that’s what society says love is. I want to kiss and hug you because i know you mean more than this world to me, and i believe i should kiss you like I’ll never see you again. Life is too short for half hugs and rushed kisses.

I don’t want to tell you to have a good day everyday because I think i have to. I want to tell you to have a good day everyday because i don’t think about saying it. I just do. Its instinctual for me because you are always running through my mind. Your state of happiness is important to me for it its impossible for me to be happy if you are not.

I love you the way i love you because that’s the only way my heart knows how. I only have the capacity to love you whole heartedly so pardon if my cup runneth over with love for you, for that is all I know. I can’t lessen the amount of attention i want to give you. To try and fight it would be unnatural. I love you the way i do because if anything ever happened to me, the only thing that would give me peace of mind is knowing you truly knew how I love you. . so just please know, yes social media might have an influence on some people’s behaviors but you’ve got to also understand, regardless of how social media is today, it doesn’t devalue my love or the way i show it. Im a romantic. I was given an old soul. Im a giver. A pleaser. Loving you….nothings ever come so natural. Simply satisfied by a “Thankyou baby i love you” coming from your sweet voice. I’m in constant flattery of you. This is just the way i feel. It’d be crazy to try and fight it. Why do people fight love like this any way? This feeling you give me, people have died still searching for it. Are they frightened by their own raw emotion? Scared of completely opening up their heart. Scared of not being in control. Scared of being wrong. The only thing I’m scared of the weakness of fearing fear itself.

Writer’s Appreciation Post

So I may be a bit late with, but better late than never write hahahahaha because this post if about writing  right? So before I start this I just wanted to start with saying these are kinda my current reading things/stuff I’ve just read! Also this is multifandom so it’s not all about one fandom.

  1. rivendell101
  • Her FF
  • Main Fandom: Fairy Tail
  • My Notes: I thought it only fair to start this post with one of the first authors of fanfic that I first stumbled upon! Not only is Alisha (the author) an incredibly majestic person, but she is an incredible writer and to this day I am joyful to know that I’ve been blessed to read such vivid and beautiful stories such as the ones she writes! She posts on FF, but I highly suggest that you follow her tumblr! There she posts AMAZING drabbles also some angsty heart wrenching ones COUGH COUGH MONSTER COUGH COUGH I will never be over that :P plus she has amazing posts! 
  • Top Must reads:
  • The Raven: Summary-  Magnolia is no longer a safe place to live. Seven girls are already dead, murdered brutally by the Serial Killer dubbed “The Raven,” and Magnolia’s Police Force is no closer to finding out who did it than they were the day it started. There are no leads, no clues, and no suspects. To bad Lucy’s next. AU -  My Review: READ IT. READ THIS BEAUTIFUL WORK. Plot twist, your heart will never be the same, honestly amazing, all the relationships are fantastic
  • Eat Your Heart Out: Summary -  Because “I like your eye” was the only possible pickup line he could think of. In which Natsu and Gajeel are roommates and a zombie obsession on Halloween night just might get one of them the girl. - My Review: Puns are made, this is beautiful, just yes, A+
  • Ollphéist Álainn: Summary:  All of Earthland is littered with Ollphéist, monsters enslaved by humans through sheer will power. These monsters are either murdered by the Zentopia Legion Corps, or forced by cruel masters to fight to the death in the underground brawl rings of Edolas and Veronica. Lucy is one such monster. - My Review: This AU, it leaves you wondering whats next, very suspenseful
  • seriously just read all of her works she has a bunch of drabbles, and don’t even get me started on her AUs 

2. paranoidfridge

  • Their Ao3, FF
  • Main Fandom: The Hobbit
  • My Notes: This particular author creates beautiful imagery and suspense, and just wowwowwowwow! 
  • The Price of Gold - Summary -  With the dragon-sickness clouding his mind, Thorin locks Bilbo in a chest before the battle. He survives to rue his actions - but making amends is not easy, when political ambitions complicate the already tense situation. - My Review: ….. Your heart will hurt after reading this, you will want to hug everyone in this fic. I have no words for this, read this story and you will understand.

3. Dwarven Lass (Link to FF)

  • Main Fandom: The Hobbit
  • A Winter with a Burglar - Summary -  The peace of Bilbo Baggin’s quiet retirement is shattered when a grown-up Kíli turns up on his doorstep along with his nephew and two children, with a rather big favour to ask of him. Set some years after the events of the Hobbit. No slash. PART 2: The adventures of certain mischievous dwarflings and a hobbit in Erebor. - My Review: Adorable so far!!! :) Cutie pies being adorable

4. determamfidd

  • Their Ao3
  • Main Fandom: The Hobbit
  • Sansûkh: Summary The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin’s line with bright red hair.(Follows the story of the War of the Ring).(Bagginshield, Gimli/Legolas) In which recovery takes time, the dead members of the Company take to watching Gimli as though he’s a soap opera, the living struggle with being left behind, Legolas is confused, Khuzdul is abused, and Thorin is four feet and ten inches of guilt and anger. - My Review: I didn’t know I needed this until I read it but oh my gosh. Just yes. Honestly fantastic and wOw! The way all of the characters interact is fantastic! I love the flow of the story, and the perspective!
  • Yours Faithfully : Summary - To Dáin son of Náin, heir of the Lordship of the Iron Hills, from his cousin Thorin son of Thráin, Prince of Erebor, greetings……One hundred and seventy-four years is a very long time.(And who else is left that knows what it means, how it feels? To be a child and also a leader? To lose so very much and yet still go on, because the responsibility demands it of you? Who else is left, who understands just how heavy it is?)Two very different but equally remarkable Dwarves learn to lean on each other in quiet, subtle ways.And there is a pig called Petal. - My Review: Dain is amazing and he is portrayed astonishingly. This fic will give you so many feels. The ending is great and your heart will break

5.  Margo_Kim (—— Link to Ao3)

  • The Crone of Bagshot Row - Summary Gilly Underhill spent decades being Belladonna’s friend. Now that Belladonna’s dead, Gilly keeps an eye on her son, and Gilly thinks that Belladonna would agree that sometimes keeping an eye on someone means sending a dwarf or twelve their way. (Or, Belladonna Took’s best friend watches Bilbo go there and then watches him come back again.) - My Review: This is honestly such a heart warming fic, and the ending is perfect. A MUST READ! Ugh my heart this fic is perfect.
  • The Naming of Hobbits - Summary-  There’s a certain point where you can no longer ask someone what their name is. Thorin isn’t sure exactly when that point is, but he knows that it’s probably some time before the person in question saves your life. On the far side of the Misty Mountains, Thorin realizes that he never quite caught the first part of Mr. Baggins’ name, and he finds that it’s astonishingly harder to learn than he would have thought. Fili, Kili, and Dwalin are no help whatsoever. - My Review: Thorin you dork. You will not regret reading this. Another great way to finish a fic. Light and Fluffy!
  • Light Words about Nothing, and Other Rare Pleasures of Life : Summary“We can’t all be as pleasant as hobbits,” Dis said. The hobbit in question tossed her head back, black curls bouncing and glinting in the late afternoon light, and laughed.“You’ve met few hobbits then,” she replied, still smiling. “I’ve often thought we’re the most contentious race in all the lands.”“You’ve met few dwarves then.“ Dis was rewarded with more laughter, and then all of a sudden, the hobbit was plopping herself down on the bench beside Dis, fishing out her own pipe.- My review- This is so cute! I love Dis and Belladona in this fic a ton!

6. maychorian

  • Link to FF, her Ao3
  • My Notes: SHE IS SO KIND AND HER FICS ARE JUST YESSSS!!! Not to mention her fics are magical! Her characterization is crazy fantastic! You will fall in love with the characters again and again in her fics! If you like haikyuu!! or KNB I highly suggest you go follow her, if not for her fics then for her amazing posts, and reblogs!!!
  • A Split-Second of Violence - Summary-  Hinata is loud. Hinata is annoying. Hinata is also passionate and sunny and bright, and so full of joyful energy that he brings out the best in everyone around him, even if they occasionally want to slap his head to make him shut up for awhile. When a split second of violence threatens to take all of this away, Karasuno responds with a fury. - My Review-  yessss. Adorable fic full of feels, and amazingness!!! Reeeeeeaaaaaaddddd ttthhhhhhiisssssssssss 
  • Alternate Perspectives on a Split-Second of Violence: Summary-  Ficlets, drabbles, and missing scenes from "A Split-Second of Violence.” Chapter 2: Yachi can’t quite understand what just happened to Hinata. But she will do what she can for the team, even so. - My Review: MY HEART! if you read a Split-Second of Violence you MUST read this one
  • Paper-Thin Ghosts - SummaryAfter a practice match at a local school, Yamaguchi runs into some old enemies. Fortunately, Tanaka-senpai is protective of his kouhai. - My Review- Tanaka is too good for this world. Yama is a cutie. 
  • Come Morning Light - Summary Something is wrong with Kuroko. After months of friendship and partnership, Kagami’s starting to lose track of him again. When Kagami realizes that Kuroko is deliberately reducing his presence, he makes it his mission to find out why and to make it stop. Even if Kuroko has no intentions of helping. - My Review-  Seriously wow okay so Kagami is such an amazing dork, Kuroko hugs, GoM feels, and the relationships are great! Ammmaaaaazzziiiinnnnggg~

7. setter-kun

  • Ao3 link
  • but for me, there is a storm - SummarySometimes you have to make choices you don’t like, or will regret into countless sleepless nights, and sometimes you’re just following orders. But if the other option is certain death for your entire species, you will make those decisions. That’s what it means to be a pilot.…Or so Daichi and Sugawara keep telling themselves as they activate the two least compatible recruits for the much-needed third Jaeger assist. The kaiju are learning, evolving, and coming in faster than anyone is comfortable with, and the only option left is to evolve with them. Who knows? Maybe the rookies will be the ones to turn the tide of the war. - My Review- My heart will never be the same, read it at the risk of tears, and just do it seriously you won’t regret it because this is beautiful and fantastic and so very very worth your heart’s flip flopping

8.  sharkbaitsekki

  • Ao3 link
  • Story for Haikyuu!!
  • Come Morning Light - Summary-  Life seemed to cease at the moment of the explosion, but then there was quiet whimpering in the air and the feeling of warm bodies pressed up against each other and the horrifying stench of terror that was tided over by the sight of each other, by the sight of all of them, still alive and breathing despite the horrors of this world on fire.In which all of the aspects of their future are uncertain, except for the fact that Karasuno will always be their home.- My Review- Every character deserves a hug, and needs one. This AU is FANTASTIC and incredible. READ THIS! Also beware of plot twists, and foreshadowing~~ super amazing story!!!!

9. pitviperofdoom

  • Ao3 Link
  • Magnets for Trouble - SummaryMonths after Callaghan’s downfall, Hiro receives a surprise in the mail: a special invitation to this year’s Stark Expo. With Fred for company, he leaves the protection of the city temporarily in the hands of the rest of the team and flies across the country to meet the man with twice the brains and bank account of Alistair Krei and several times the infamy.But of course, it can’t be that simple, can it? Really, after how his last expo went, he should have seen this coming. - My Review- Its a BH6 and Avengers crossover, and just too amazing and I can’t even believe that this fic exists. HOw?? Just it’s so amazing, and you WILL feel so much!!!! REEEEAADDDDD THIIISSSS!!! wait ohmygod this was updated today i just realized so yes I muST read thIS BEFORE I GO TO BED I AM SO EXCITED YESSSSSSSS. Although even if this is an AN that’s fine because I love staying updated w/ whats going on!!! (I have a strong belief that writers should never get hate for posting ANs)

Okay so that’s it for today! It’s pretty late here (11:40 PM -ish probably `11:45 by the time I post this) 

I’d be happy to suggest more fics, if you want more just drop an ask and specify the fandom!

Thank you all  for the hard work, and the time you have contributed to the fandoms!! I HOPE YOU ALL FIND MONEY ON THE GROUND!

I Will Always Be Here- Chapter 1

It has been two years. Two years since we’ve met. Two years since we started this incredible journey as the best of friends. Two years to live out our dream. I know you noticed it too, but sometime within these past two years, we have managed to drift completely apart. Even though we‘re not as close as we used to be, I still think about you every single day. You have your own life, your own friends, and you seem very happy, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t killing me on the inside to no longer be the person to put a smile on your face. You don’t know it yet, but I’m in love with you Karla Camila Cabello, and I desperately miss my best friend.

The girls and I are just wrapped up a very exhausting trip to London, and now we have a small break to enjoy the holidays. We were lucky enough to come full circle and perform on the X Factor stage in front of Simon. The performance went extremely well, but something still feels like it’s missing. For a while now, I have been distancing myself from the other girls, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by the fans. I don’t do it because I don’t like them; it’s only because I feel like I just don’t fit in with them as well anymore.

It wasn’t always this way. In the beginning, everything was great. All the girls loved each other and we loved to hang out with each other, especially Camila and I. We seemed to really click on an emotional level, and I remember thinking that I have never had a friend quite like her. I was immediately drawn to her and her little quirks. We were inseparable.

I would often catch myself getting lost in her warm chocolate eyes while we stayed  up late watching movies, I was more so watching her than the movies. And it didn’t hurt that we seemed to share the same love for reading and writing, and more often than not, we shared the same views on a lot of topics so that made getting along with each other extremely easy.

Things only started to get a little complicated with the group when I realized that my love for Camila seemed to go beyond just a friendly level, and that scared the shit out of me. Everything was beyond confusing because I had feelings for a girl, which has never happened to me in my entire life. And that girl also happened to be my best friend.

 I didn’t want to jeopardize the success of our group based off of an impossible relationship with a girl who would only love me in a platonic way, so I began to distance myself from her to try and push away any feelings. And she quickly noticed. She didn’t know the reason why I suddenly became distant, but as I attempted to push away my feelings, I inadvertently pushed her away too, and I know that I also hurt her in the process.

After I had decided I couldn’t be around Camila any longer because it hurt too much to try and hide my feelings, I tried to ignore her. I cut off contact completely. I would try to avoid her at all costs, only interacting when it was absolutely necessary like in some interviews or on stage. Even then, I would try my hardest to sit away from her or not answer any of the same questions so we wouldn’t even have to look at each other.

Everyone definitely noticed this separation, and they were worried about me, but I couldn’t really do anything about it without welcoming Camila and those painful feelings back into my life.

At first, she kept trying to reach out to me to reestablish our old relationship, but I couldn’t budge.  It hurt so fucking much to be close to her. My heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds every time she would crawl into my bunk at night to watch movies and cuddle, when she would reach out and grab my hand. Or hell, when she would just look at me with those beautiful brown eyes because I wanted nothing more than to just grab her and pull her into an embrace and kiss her with so much passion that she would be compelled to love me back. But I couldn’t do that, and I truly thought my heart was going to explode.

After a while she gave up and started getting close to the other girls, especially Dinah. It was crazy to watch her evolve from this shy innocent girl to a confident woman all from the sidelines. She started to come out of her shell more and began dating Austin, much to my disliking. It wasn’t like he was a bad guy, it was just I thought she deserved someone better. Someone who would love her with all of their heart.

Camila and Austin dated for about a year, and they just recently broke up.  She always had a crush on him, but their relationship definitely flourished when we went on tour with him and The Vamps. I was also dating other people like Luis and Brad. Don’t get me wrong, they are great guys, but I always felt a little guilty because they were secretly just welcomed distractions so I could keep my mind off of the girl I truly loved.

As of right now, I was just laying on my bed at home on my phone scrolling through Twitter and Tumblr keeping close tabs on a certain brown haired beauty, and I guess I lost track of time. After London, we all got a small break to go home for the holidays. Ally, Dinah, Normani, and I jumped on this offer because we never get to spend time with our families. Camila decided to stay in LA, and she is going to Hailee Steinfeld’s 18th birthday party. I was a little bit worried because Austin was going to be there, and I didn’t want her to get sucked back into his life, especially after they just had a clean break.

I decided to take a moment and rest after my dad took Taylor and I to a Great Gatsby themed party. I had a great time at the party hanging out with my little sister, but I was relieved to come back home and be lazy in bed. All of a sudden, I heard a knock on my door and it was my mom. “Lauren, are you ok? You seem a little distant and I feel like we never get a chance to talk anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I responded with a sigh. “I’m just a little tired. All of this traveling has just been a toll on me, but I’m fine. I promise. I’m just going to look at my Twitter and head to bed. “

My mom not sounding too convinced said, “Alright baby. If you need anything just let me know. I love you and I will always be here if you need to talk.”

“Thanks mom and I know. Good night,” and with that, my mom shut the door and left me alone in my room. What my mom said really resonated with me because I actually wish I had more people to talk to. People who I could tell all my problems to without any judgment being passed, but I don’t have anyone who I felt comfortable enough to talk to about certain complicated situations.  It’s not like I can’t talk to my parents, I really can. I just don’t have enough courage to tell them about my feelings for Camila, which seems to constitute the brunt of my problems. I am so truly appreciative of both my parent’s support because I wouldn’t be where I’m at with Fifth Harmony without them. I also still feel trapped because even though I know they would always support me, I still couldn’t force myself to tell them about my real feelings, which leaves me completely alone with my problems.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I’m suddenly being woken up by the sound of my phone ringing loudly throughout my room.  I look at the clock on my night stand and it reads 2:00 am.

Ugh! Who is calling this late! I quickly locate my phone and the name that appears on the caller ID truly startles me. Camila.

A million thoughts run through my head at once! Why is she calling me? She never calls me anymore. Is everything okay? Is she hurt? What happened?

I answer the phone with a slightly shaky voice, “Hello…Camila?”

“Heyyyyy Laurennn,” she heavily slurs in response. “Whatcha doing? I miss you sooo much you have noooo idea…”

I can hear loud music playing in the background and people laughing. She must still be at Hailee’s party and pretty drunk by the sound of it.

“Camila are you drunk?” I responded. I couldn’t believe she would actually drink at this party, especially it being so public and her first time drinking.

“Maybeee aaa little,” she giggled. “I’m just sitting here in the bathroom tryingggg to get soooommmee space. I want to gooo hoomeee, but I need a ride.”

“Camila, I’m in Miami right now.  Is there anyone there who is sober who can take you home?” I can’t help but think how much I really don’t like this. Camila is drunk off her ass in public trying to get home. Like what was she thinking?! I wish she would have planned out her night a tad bit better so she wouldn’t have had to rely on other potentially drunk people to get her home safely. Maybe I’m being a little over protective, but I just want her to get home safely.

“Hmmmm… maybeeee. I realllyyyy don’t know Lauren.” I can almost see the smirk on her face when she said that, and then she continued to say, “But I do knoooowww that I reeeaaallly wish you were hereeee with me right now.”

Like WHAT! Why would she say that?! She has barely spoken to me in MONTHS. Despite knowing it’s probably just the vast amounts of alcohol she’s consumed, I still can’t stop myself from having a face-eating grin from her drunken words.

“I do too. More than you’ll ever know.” I mumbled quickly in response.

“What? Whaaaat did youuu sayyy?” She responded obviously not understanding a word I just said.

“Nothing Camz,” my old nickname for her accidentally slipping out. “I need you to focus. You either need to find someone you know who is 100 percent sober to take you home or you need to ask Hailee to stay with her tonight. Do NOT get into a car with someone you don’t know or someone who has been drinking. Okay Camila?”

“Youuu sound likeee my momm,” she giggled, “but you can’t tell me what toooo doooo Laurennn. Youuuu are basicallyyyy not even my friend anymoreee. Like, youuu just left me. Youuu left me for no fucking reason. How could youuu do that Laurenn? Youuuu were my best fucking friend and you cut me ooouuut of yoooour life. And I miss you. I miss you sooo fucking much it hurts everyyy dayyy.” She began sobbing.

That hurt, but I guess I deserve that after everything I have put her through, and it’s not like she isn’t right. We aren’t really friends anymore. Just group mates really, but I truly didn’t know our split hurt her that much. I really thought she had moved on with her new friends and her new life.

I sat up on my bed, rubbing my temples, “Look Camila, I know I have no right telling you what to do, but all I really want is for you to get home safely. “

“Fuck youuu Lauren! Fuck you! You don’t get to act all concerned nowww when youuu definitely weren’t concerned for meeee when youuu cut me ouut of your life. I don't…I don’t even know why I called you…” She was still crying and very much drunk when she finished her rant.

“Camila wait!” I yelled. “I’m sorry. You have to believe me. I am so sorry that I hurt you because that was never my intention. I’ve just been dealing with so much recently and you have a way of clouding my judgment and I just needed time alone. I never meant to hurt you in the process, Camz. I love you so fucking much, you have no idea.”

“Why did you do it?” she asked clearly, her sobs stopping for a moment. “Why did you just leave me?”

“Camila…I…I… it’s so hard to explain. And I’m honestly scared to tell you. Just trust me when I say this. Even when you think I left you, I never did, Camila. I was always there for you. I will always be here for you Camz.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

And the line disconnected.

 

 

 

Author’s note:

Hey guys! Please bear with me because this is actually the first fanfic I have ever written so I’m sure there’s a ton of mistakes. Putting that aside, I really hope you liked it! I am very open to constructive criticism so if you guys have any suggestions or tips, it will be greatly appreciated. Also, with this fic, I am trying to create a story that sounds like it could be very plausible in Lauren and Camila’s actual life. I know the chances of Camren actually being real is slim to none, but it’s still fun to write a story that seems like it could actually happen or has happened. If you guys would like for me to continue, please let me know. You can contact me on my brand new Tumblr (I just made it so there’s nothing on it) at http://hannahknotmontana.tumblr.com/

Any and all support would be greatly welcomed. Have a great holidays everyone!

-Hannah.

My Queen, My King.

TITLE: I Will Wait, My Darling.


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter One

AUTHOR: no-life14

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine taking Loki up to your cabin in the mountains during the winter, and snuggling multiple times during the day, and all through the night.

Imagine being Loki’s closest friend, your relationship is completely platonic, to the bewilderment of others. But when someone comes into Loki’s life as a suitor, everything in the friendship is brought into question.

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings, I don’t think. I hope you like it!

It was a bright and sunny day in the little cozy cabin we lived in. A soft breeze blew through the opened windows, gently swaying the expensive silken curtains. Birds chirped cheerfully outside, perched on the fruit trees. The sweet smell of grass, rain, and nature filled the cottage.

I dreamt fondly of Loki, like I had done the many nights before. Each time was a different memory.

The first time we’d met was one that I’d have every so often. It was some sill banquet both of us had tried to recall countless times, but never could. “The only thing I remember,” Loki would sigh, “was seeing those ridiculously bright blue eyes staring back at me, my wanting to just at least know your name.”

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I have been waiting.
Waiting for that thing that will fill the hole in my heart.
And maybe it’s the way you smile,
Or how your laugh is contagious.
Maybe it’s the way you find the humor in everything,
Or the way your blue eyes have a spark when you talk about your hometown.
I’ve been patiently waiting,
Because life is a cruel yet beautiful thing.
I’ve been waiting for that thing to fill the hole.
And maybe, just maybe, that thing is you.

It’s come to my attention that some people have yet to see Firefly. I feel the need to spell out precisely why this is something that needs to be fixed as soon as possible (in short, it’s the characters. Because of course it’s the characters). With pictures. Which are not mine, but gathered from all over the internets. Okay? K.

1. If you don’t ship these two, I’m pretty sure it’s just because you haven’t seen them yet. Really. Look at these heart eyes and tell me you don’t ship this. I dare you.

2. Awesome female friendships

3. The best sibling relationship other than Oliver and Thea that I’ve ever seen on television. I swear, I hope my kids grow up, they love each other like Simon and River love each other or like Oliver and Thea do. 

4. Dinosaurs (or more specifically, Wash and his dinosaurs. Or just Wash. And his dry, dry beautiful sense of humor)

5. Arguably the most badass person on the show is a wife in a happy marriage and a veteran and second in command (to someone she’s not) married to and none of this is at all contradictory at all and hell yes to that

6. There’s an optimistic, colorful, young engineering genius who is a bit socially awkward but insanely loveable and if you don’t think she and Felicity would be BFFs inside of 5 minutes, I genuinely don’t understand

7. This jackass. He’s horrible. Literally, horrible. You shouldn’t like him, but god damn it he’s just so funny you can’t help it. The hat helps, too.

And… I rest my case. In summary… watching Firefly would be an excellent life choice for those of you who have not yet done so (and not a bad life choice to rewatch for those of you who have). 

But the thing is, I do have a chance with you. It isn’t like liking someone that is out of my league or is so horribly wrong for me. You are just right for me, and maybe you feel it to. I try not to dwell on that. Because if I do it makes me want to tell you, and if I tell you I would ruin the whole thing. Because the other thing is I have to wait for you. And I just know that you’re worth the wait.
—  (animoslty
Once Upon A Time

Maybe one where Andy is a King and he is secretly in love with a peasant girl but he doesnt want to let his family down or disgrace them, so he sneaks around to see her e v e

Andy’s POV

“Where are you going?”, I looked at my wife from across the table and sighed quietly. We were having lunch actually, but I couldn’t be here anymore. Her face disgusted me.

“I need some fresh air”, I mumbled and got up. The old servant rushed over to pull back my chair, not saying a word as he pushed it back again after I took a few steps towards the big wooden doors of the big room.

As I walked down the brightly lit hallway, listening to my steps echoing behind me, I could also hear my wife complaining to herself about how disrespectful and grumpy I was, but honestly, I couldn’t care less.

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