hes so into the story

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OC story prompt: “Who’s just been fired from his job and just got a text from his girlfriend that she’s breaking up with him.. we see him look around as he contemplates his life.”

Togetherness (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

Originally posted by mirindalawson

Hello Followers,
thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.

I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)

A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.

Title: Togetherness
Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise
Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye
Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much)
Words: 1.885

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just ‘cause the similarity was strong there. And plus getting sick 24/7 like irl! 

I wish I could jump that high. I really do. 


Sorry guys, today is Tuesday night.
And either I have nothing queued still or I managed to queue things last minute today [thursday] so
1. sorry ‘cause I am going to have no Story Queue until friday or saturday. 
OR
2. Sorry for making you read this b/c I do have story stuff queued and managed to get it done in the future. 
Since, todays tuesday for me, at this moment. Idk what’ll happen tomorrow, [wednesday or thursday] which is technically today? since this is posting on Thursday? 

I did not confuse myself but maybe confused you guys. Either way, if I havent or have, I will continue or start! 

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The Beard Sequel has arrived
You guys know Chris is Full Chop Bald now right

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Multiples Bonuses because I cannot stop:

Jungkook: You should wear my jacket

Jimin: Why?

Jungkook: You look cold

Jimin: *suspiciously puts on oversized jacket*

Jungkook: *starts giggling*

Jimin: What?

Jungkook: *still giggling* You…look like a marshmallow.

Jimin: *pouts*

Jungkook: A cute marshmallow

Jimin:

Jimin:…..fine

anonymous asked:

Okay, so here I am, an innocent lurker, having just found this blog, when I see: "what if the skywalkers were cthulu-type monsters." excuse me??? please elaborate you just wrote that and nothing else im dying ex p la i n y o ur s el f

  • The Force is everything that ever was and ever will be, every storm and every silence, the hunting krayk dragon and cowering bantha calf: it is huge, all-consuming, completely inhuman. How, then, could its children be anything short of monstrous? (Wonders, yes. But monsters all the same.)
  • Anakin Skywalker is boy-shaped, but Obi Wan cannot bear to look at him. 
  • A clarification: he can look at him with his human eyes; but he must clamp down the extra eyes his Force-sensitivity gives him, because when he doesn’t – well. The first time he met the boy he hadn’t closed those eyes; he’d open them, wide and curious and seen –
    • teeth and claws and roiling shadows, a slipslide of features and starfire, the white blur of warpspeed and it hurts –
  • Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force, half human and half something extraordinary. There’s a reason the Jedi don’t like him, why Yoda mistrusts him; they all have to close their extra eyes around him; and even when they’re white-knuckled with effort, clamping down so the Force can’t so much as whisper to them (and that hurts Jedi, of course it does, it runs counter to all their training about opening up and trusting in the Force) and even then they still feel the velvet quiver of unseen limbs over their skin. 
  • And more. And worse. When he is angry – which is often – his shadow warps into something awful, and even the least Force-sensitive being quails at the profound wrongness of the sight. His features warp and melt, teeth spiralling out from his pupils, his mouth cracks open wide, his tongue growing scales and feathers and catching fire and he smiles, oh how he smiles and –
    • nothing like him should exist and
    • and you blink, lose the moment, he’s just a young man glowering at you, and his shadow is the same, but the memory of that horror is seared into the back of your brain.
  • It is no surprise that Padme dies in childbed. 
  • The first child’s cry makes Obi Wan’s bones rattle. It – you could not call it anything but an it – is a twisting, squirming mess of light and dark. There’s a wing, a thorned branch: you cannot focus on it. You cannot pin a shape to it. Obi Wan wants to run away, run and never look back. But the Med Droid is offering it to him; and it is a child, of a sort; and Obi Wan takes it, and it coalesces into a soft pink baby girl. He places it – her – against Padme’s white breast. Padme cradles it. “She’s beautiful.”
  • The second is just the same: pushed out like any human baby, but a roling mess of lightening and thick syrupy cloud, one moment tentacled and the next furred, pure power condensed. Obi Wan takes it in his arms and it solidifies into another fat baby, small and squalling. 
  • He’s not like the other babies, Luke Skywalker. He’s a funny one. When he smiles, you have the sudden absurd impulse that he’s got too many teeth for his face. His hair is corn-gold, but when you see it out of the corner of your eye you swear that it isn’t hair at all, but fire and teeth. Looking at him too long is like staring into the sun. 
  • The other children are scared of him, Behu says to Owen, once. And Owen says: children always know. And Behu says: he isn’t a bad kid. Owen says: he’s a wonder. And that’s the problem. 
  • Jabba’s goons go to the Lars farm to collect water once. Only once. They return to Jabba’s palace gibbering nonsense, with their eyes burned out. Both mumble something about there’s something wrong with the boy and then jump into the ragnar pit. 
  • Don’t do that again, says Owen, but he hugs his nephew all the same, pulls him close, kisses his temple. He feels something hot-cold run over his spine, like something far larger than the child is trying to embrace him back. That night, Behu runs her fingers over the new white scartissue on her husband’s back, and says, he’s a good kid. Owen says, I know.
  • If I was there I could have saved them, Luke says to Ben Kenobi, years later, and in that moment he has a thousand thousand eyes and all of them are burning, and he has no limbs but a dozen wings bearing him aloft, and each feather is molten gold and each feather drips blood. Ben thinks of Anakin, screws his Force-sensitivity closed. Luke is a monster. A wonder. But first and foremost he is a boy, and he is grieving. 
    • Ben Kenobi holds him while he weeps. 
  • When Leia comes, she turns into a celestial horror with more teeth than Han cares to count. “Huh,” he says, after their first time. She’s so little in his arms, but so vast. He feels something gentle his back. He says, “Next time, I’ll wear a blindfold, princess. Don’t want to blind me, do you? Then I won’t be able to see when you’re doing stupid shit.” She titters, presses her face into the curve of his neck. 
    • Love comes to everyone, including monsters. 

I hope there’s a universe where Lito Rodriguez and Rogelio De la Vega have met and are just incredibly dramatic and Extra™ actor friends

I spent ten minutes in his rooms. If you think I fucked him in that time you underrate me.
—  Damianos “I can go all night” of Akielos - Kings Rising by C. S. Pacat
Mute pt. 1

“What you do has no point.”
Lance just bites his lip to stop the tears from being released.
“I’m sorry.”
“What do you want me to say?” Keith growls.
He’s shaking and when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.
“You know what? If you having nothing to say the you should keep your mouth shut.
Lance isn’t sure how much longer he can ignore the hateful words. He knows it’s not at him. Everyone’s has been on edge since Shiro’s disappearance, but he’s pretty sure that Keith has been directing all his anger at him.

At first Lance tried to be funny, keep his usual persona going…somebody had to keep the team normalcy going.
Sure it hurt a little, but Lance pretended it was part of his training regimen. Sometimes you have to take a few hits and it hurts. Keith’s hit were just verbal, and like training, sometimes the hits hurt, but the pain would go away…right?

“Keith… I know your mad cause this trail was another dead end…”
“Shut the Fuck up.”
“We’re going to find Shiro, it’s okay that…
"Shut the Fuck up.”
“Keith if you would just listen..!”
There is a red rage in Keith’s eyes.
“I said Shut the Fuck up! You know what? Do whatever the Fuck you want, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
“Keith, hear me out…”

He was returned with silence.

It didn’t make any sense, and Lance knew he was just angry, but the silence hurt more than the words.

“Keith, please listen to me. Tell me you can hear me.”

The silence definitely hurt more than the words.

The worst part about this mission, there was no Hunk or Coran to lightened the blow. They had both been so positive that they found where Shiro was held captive that they were going to do this on their own, which made Keith that much more angry.

Keeping his distance, Lance and blue followed Keith and red back to the castle.
The others were waiting expectantly but when Keith threw his helmet to the ground and stormed past the other Paladins, it didn’t take them long to look at Lance for some answers.

“Dude, You Okay? Were you crying?”
Lance blinks away the tears he didn’t even know he was shedding.

“Yeah! Im…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He pauses when he remember Keith yelling at him earlier. He’s never felt like he needed to lie to Hunk, but the verbal abuse he had dealt with earlier lingered in Lance’s head.

“Lance, what happened?” Hunk asked again after Lance went silent mid sentence.

“We’re okay, Um… no Shiro. Sorry.”
“Dude, it’s okay I’m just glad your both safe.”

“Shut the fuck up…. Keep your mouth shut.”

Lance doesn’t say anything this time, just nods his head.

staring at the ceiling and listening to sad pop punk songs is slowly becoming my thing