how can i go forward

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1/ days of hobi

“I have no idea how Marvel’s going to move forward in the future. I can see them launching into a whole new phase if they wanted to. I’m very happy to be a part of it. I wouldn’t say no to anything at this stage. But it’s also been a very long run. Part of you is very excited about open waters and it’s exciting to think that you don’t have another one of these coming. But it’s also like high school - when you’re in it, you’re like ‘Man, what am I going to do after this?’ And when it’s over, you can’t believe it’s gone and you kinda want one more year.”

I have no idea how Marvel’s going to move forward in the future. I can see them launching into a whole new phase if they wanted to. I’m very happy to be a part of it. I wouldn’t say no to anything at this stage. But it’s also been a very long run. Part of you is very excited about open waters and it’s exciting to think that you don’t have another one of these coming. But it’s also like high school - when you’re in it, you’re like ‘Man, what am I going to do after this?’ And when it’s over, you can’t believe it’s gone and you kinda want one more year.

A Book Can Open Doors

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader smut where she’s really closed off from other people, but Spencer finds out it’s her birthday and he’s always liked her, so he goes to her apartment to give her a present and smut ends up happening, but tbh it’s more set-up than smut. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha @sweetg

Warnings: Smut at the end.

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The moment she walked into the BAU, he’d developed a crush on her. She was beautiful, happy memories hidden behind sad eyes, calloused fingers hiding delicate skin, easily bruised. On top of her physicality, she was intelligent, exceedingly so, basically a female version of himself, and he could tell that underneath it all she was exuberant and friendly, despite the sorrow that lay beneath. Although he didn’t tend to pick up on these types of things, he sensed she might have felt something for him too.

As Spencer glanced across the bullpen, Y/N shrugged on her coat, ready to leave after a long day. It had only been a few months since she’d started at the BAU, but they’d all welcomed her with open arms, so he couldn’t understand why she was so closed off and quiet, sneaking off to the corners to be by herself whenever a case concluded. “Why is she so apart from the rest of us?” he asked aloud, not expecting anyone to answer. 

“I don’t know,” Garcia said quietly. Spencer looked her confused for a moment, before she clarified. “I did a little research into her background. Nothing that wasn’t already on record mind you, and I couldn’t find much. A couple of deaths, but nothing that would seem to indicate a personal connection between them.”

“She looks especially sad today though,” Spencer said. A wall of tears had built up behind her eyes, and as the elevator doors closed behind her, Spencer could’ve sworn he saw one make its way down her cheek.

Garcia shrugged, feeling bad that she couldn’t make someone feel better. That’s what she was always good at, so being unable to get close to Y/N to comfort her hurt Garcia’s soul. “I don’t know, but I did notice from her file that her birthday is today. I wish she’d told us. We could’ve had a party for her.”

If Y/N was anything like him, she probably wouldn’t have wanted that - preferring to be alone and reflect on the day she was brought into the world. Spencer said goodnight to Garcia and slipped on his coat before heading down to the store. He had no idea what brought him here, but he found himself at the local used bookstore purchasing a vintage copy of The Velveteen Rabbit. On a recent case when the topic had turned to children’s books, she’d mentioned having it read to her as a child, but that she lost it.

With the book in hand, he walked to her apartment, the location of which he only knew because she’d mentioned living near his favorite coffee shop; they only lived two blocks from each other. He knocked on the door and found himself staring back into her sad eyes. “Hi, Spencer,” she said, forcing a smile. “What are you doing here?”

No words were spoken as he handed her the book. “I heard it was your birthday. No one should have to go their entire birthday without someone recognizing them.” With smooth hands, she peeled back the paper in the bag he’d handed her to reveal the book.

“It’s the Velveteen Rabbit,” she said softly. The words were barely audible, but he heard them, and he heard the smile in her voice. “How did you know?”

“You mentioned it on a case.”

She motioned inside, asking him silently if he wanted to come in. “This is an unbelievably thoughtful gift, Spencer. Thank you.”

A few moments passed by in utter silence, until Spencer started speaking again, not really thinking about what was coming out of his mouth. “I don’t know what it is, but you seem sad…I know sad…all too well really. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.” His smile spoke volumes as he turned and walked toward the door. 

“Spencer?”

With that small voice, he turned around and was met with her soft lips on his. He’d imagined how it would feel to be consumed by her, but he couldn’t have pictured something so perfect. As his hands slid around her back to pull her closer, she pulled her lips from his. Her sad eyes became lightened by something else - happiness, need, he wasn’t sure.

Her mouth returned to his, heavier, more intent, and more frenzied than before, her teeth biting down gently on his bottom lip. Returning her fervor, his hands came to the side of her face to crane her neck back so he could mark up her neck and underneath her chin. They quickly removed their clothes while she pulled him back toward her bedroom.

Now in a pile of limbs on the bed, instinct took over and drove him between her legs, licking and sucking on the tender, needy flesh until she was writhing underneath him and screaming out his name. “Oh, fuck, Spencer!” She cried, arching into his mouth as her muscles spasmed. His mouth traced wet kisses filled with arousal up her frame, skirting over her breasts before he kissed her. “Take me,” she said softly.

As Spencer placed himself at her entrance and sunk into her wet heat, she grabbed his back tightly, no doubt leaving marks he would see in the mirror for days to come. She trailed kisses up his neck and face as he thrusted into her repeatedly, picking up pace and grabbing her leg to give him the extra leverage he needed to bring her over the edge again. He followed behind shortly after, but even if he hadn’t, it would’ve been okay. Watching her face contort in ecstasy because of him, watching her let go of whatever has been plaguing her and allow herself to feel was enough for him. 

They both started to fall down from their highs as Spencer fell to her side in the bed, ragged breaths and shaking sheets leaving them both with smiles on their faces. “Spencer, I…”

“Do you want me to leave?” He wouldn’t have been surprised if that’s what she wanted. It’s not like this was something either of them had planned on. 

Blankets rustled as she turned to her side and asked him to stay. “No, I don’t want you to leave. I-I just wanted to say that I know what this looked like…a way for me to drown my sorrows for a night, but that’s not how I hope this can be…going forward.”

“We’ll talk about it another day,” he said quietly as he kissed her forehead, his lips lingering on damp skin. “For now, let’s just sleep.”

Y/N smiled into his neck, placing a small kiss there before turning around and molding her back to his front. “Good night, Spencer,” she whispered.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

I'm sure you've heard but what are your thoughts about people boycotting ep 16 because of the POSSIBLE no Magnus? I think it's ridiculous and won't do anything besides make the show less money. Also this is a big episode for Simon and Maia separately and it's just sad to see that nobody really cares.

I mean…. don’t get me wrong, I get that you like one character more than all the other ones on the show. After all, Shadowhunters is still an ensemble show with 7 main characters which you’re all bragging about normally. But when Magnus is not in it, you boycot it? Are you guys for real? 

Boycotting a whole episode just because of the slight POSSIBILITY that Magnus isn’t in it? Which is still nothing more than a fucking rumor (if you even call it this way) and only started when Isaiah said that he won’t be in 2x16. Magnus can still be in it. But yeah, go around and tell people to boycot the show. That clearly helps everyone here. Especially the show and getting more seasons…. oh and yeah, seeing more of Magnus in the future. Honestly, what is this? Kindergarten?

Taller Men

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing : SamxReader
Word count : 1,851
Author : Mel
Warnings : Smut, Size Kink

Request : @captain-princess-rose. Can I request a Sam x reader where the reader has a size!kink and she’s really short (5 foot) and Sam likes to tease her and it leads to him finding out about her size kink and it leads to lots of smut?

A/N : Sorry this was on the list so long! I snagged it up yesterday when I got an idea, and being a tiny 5′0 girl myself, I what what it’s like to be short in a world of tall good looking men XD. I went the humor route with this one, hope you don’t mind.


You had always been interested in taller men. But when you’re 5 foot nothing, it’s not hard. Almost every man is taller. But everything over 6 foot, that’s where you were drawn to.

First, you met Dean. That had pulled you in. 6’1, good looking, and one hell of a mouth on him. But it was when you were introduced to his brother that you realized you had a size kink problem.

“Hey short stuff.” Sam grinned walking into the room. Dean just snickered drinking his coffee at the table. You were grabbing something out of the fridge when Sam came up behind you. His arm easily moved over your head with room to spare as he grabbed the juice you had been going for.

“Morning Sam.” You sighed. “How’s the weather up there.” you teased back.

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poofykels  asked:

Hi, I am new to meditation. This is day two of my journey and I feel as though I can't let go of what I'm supposed to feel or see. I think it is the act of not letting go of myself or my preconcieved idea of meditation that is not allowing me to move forward. How do I let go? How can I move past this barrier or better yet, how can I change my perspective so I can come into contact with my personal epiphanies?? I want to build a relationship with my heart and mind.

When you want to learn how to throw a ball, you don’t fantasize about the World Series or the Superbowl. You pick up a ball and you throw it. Over and over. Thoughts about the future and other things may happen. But all you can do is bring your attention back to the matter at hand, which is the only thing that is actually happening: throwing the ball. 

When you sit to meditate, sit. Close your eyes. Gently rest your attention between your eyebrows. Breathe. 

If you notice your mind wandering off in any direction, be it good or bad, bring your attention back to the space between your eyes. Breathe. 

Anything else that is added to the moment by the mind’s thoughts, imaginations, philosophizing, is part of the dance of illusion. Don’t be tempted to follow any of it. 

For more information about meditation, read the posts I have written here

Once you have decided you want to practice meditation, forget all the reasons why. Just practice meditation. All of your expectations will merely be barriers. All of your expectations will be wrong. It is like a colorblind person who is forming expectations of what color will be like once their colorblindedness is corrected. It will never match up to the breathtaking reality. 

Be patient and persistent. 

Namaste :)

Diarmuid and Gráinne

Travelling through Ireland, you will see beautiful stone shapes called dolmens. A Dolmen is two massive, long tables of limestone. Over them as a kind of shelter is placed another giant cap stone. In the Celtic tradition these were known as  ‘Leaba Dhiarmada agus Gráinne’, i.e. the bed of Diarmuid and Gráinne. The legend tell that Gráinne was to marry Fionn, chief of the Fianna, the old Celtic warriors. She fell in love with Diarmuid. The two of them eloped and the Fianna chased them all over Ireland. They were cared for by the animals and received advice from wise people. They were told, for instance, not to spend more than two nights in any one place. It was said that when they rested at night, Diarmuid put up the Dolmen as a shelter  for his lover. The actual archeological evidence shows that these were burial places. The legend is more interesting and resonant. It is a lovely image of the helplessness which sometimes accompanies love. When you fall in love, common sense, rationality and your normal serious, reserved and respectable persona dissolve.You become revitalized. Where there is no passion, your soul is either asleep or absent. When your passion awakens, your soul becomes young and free and dances again. In this old Celtic legend, we see the power of love and the energy of passion.

John O’Donohue  -  “Anam Cara”

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the kids aren’t alright // stiles stilinski

prompt ; “We’re not fine.”

“No. But if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are.”

summary ; in which y/n and stiles are going through a lot since the death of donovan, but, they’re going through it together.

pairing ; stiles stilinski & reader

warnings ; season five spoilers, mentions of murder, serious angst, guilt

word count ; 2.2k

published ; 25th september, ‘16

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“Hey, sorry. Had trouble starting the jeep again. Thing’s barely hanging on,” You and your boyfriend hurriedly got out of the jeep, both of you unintentionally slamming the doors a little too hard; Stiles began his explanation through the sound of the heavy rain hitting the floor.

“Yeah, we couldn’t get in touch with Malia or Lydia.” You caught up to Stiles but your step faltered slightly when you noticed your brother, Scott’s, conflicted expression and radio silence.

“Scott?” You asked tentatively, your heart pounding in anticipation at Scott’s stance. Then, after a few agonising minutes, your eyes followed his slow movements and focused on his now outstretched arm, a spanner wrapped tightly in his hand and your body stiffened; immediately knowing what that was. 

“Where did you get that?” Stiles broke the tension-filled silence in the stale air, his voice wavering slightly.

“Is this yours?” His question aimed at the both of you and Stiles slowly reached for the spanner, silently observing the flecks of dry blood on it but you gaze was resting on the wet ground.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Scott asked, his eyes landing on you when you lifted your head.

“We were going to,” You spoke up, sorrow lacing your tone as Scott shook his head at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me when it happened?” He asked again but you bowed your head again, you didn’t know the answer to that question. You should’ve told Scott right after it had happened, but you didn’t, and you didn’t know why at the time because you and your brother told each other everything.

“We couldn’t,” Stiles spoke, his eyes glancing at you where you stood, arms crossed over your small body, shaking from the cold and your eyes resting on anything but your disheartened sibling.

“You killed him,” Scott stated his eyes darting between the two of the most important people in his life. “You killed Donovan.”

Your head snapped up as cold statement escaped his lips, your mouth fell agape at the words of reality. You wanted to tell him everything in detail, you wanted to scream the reasons behind yours and Stiles’ actions but you couldn’t. The memories and scars too new, too deep, too fresh in your mind. So you just stood there numbly, your eyes locked into Scott’s angry and disappointed ones.

“He was going to kill my dad. What were we supposed to do? Just let him?” Stiles croaked out and you stepped closer to him to give him comfort and to seek for your own. 

“You weren’t supposed to do this. None of us are,” He shook his head disapprovingly. 

“You think we had a choice?” You asked carefully, your voice cracking as you searched his eyes for anything other than anger and sadness but came up with nothing.

“There’s always a choice,” Scott replied without hesitation; tears began to well up in your (y/e/c) eyes at the sureness of his voice. He was never going to change his mind about the situation, that was the only thing

“Yeah well, we can’t do what you can, Scott. I know you wouldn’t have done it. You probably would’ve just figured something out.” You could hear the exasperation growing in Stiles tone, his fist clenched tightly around the spanner, his knuckles turning white.

“I’d try.” Scott nodded defiantly against the pouring rain; a salty tear slipped down your rosy cheek and that’s when Stiles snapped. 

“Yeah, because you’re Scott McCall! You’re the true alpha! Guess what? Some of us can’t be true alphas! Some of us have to make mistakes! Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes! Some of us are human!” He roared, his eyes wild and you had to snatch his clenched fist with your shaking hands to halt him from doing something he’d ultimately regret.

“You had to kill him?” Scott asked quietly, a complete polar opposite from Stiles shouting prior. 

“He was gonna kill Stiles’ dad, then he was going to kill us.” You tried to sound strong but more tears began to flow down your face as you ran your shaking fingers through your soaking wet and extremely knotty hair.

“The way that it happened; there’s a point where it’s not self-defence anymore-” Scott insisted and you let out a choked sob at the accusation. He truly believed that what happened wasn’t self-defence but intentional murder of a teenager, and that crushed you. 

“What are you even talking about?! We didn’t have a choice, Scott!” Stiles intertwined his cold fingers with your own to which you softly squeezed his hand gratefully. 

“You don’t even believe us, do you?” You croaked out, half of your voice was filled with dread, already knowing the answer, deep down. The other half held a sense of hope that Scott wouldn’t believe that his own sister and best friend for almost his entire life would purposefully kill someone in cold blood without a valid reason. 

“I want to.” He sighed and your stomach dropped; you had to look away as you bit your lip hard to stifle the sobs coming out of your mouth.

“Great, so, believe us. Scott, say you believe us, say that you believe me. Say it. Say you believe us, your sister and your best friend.” Stiles’ grip on your hand tightened and you had trouble deciphering if it was rain on his cheeks or the tears that finally spilled over his waterline. Stiles may not be family by blood but he was still 100% family either way and it was killing him just as much as it was killing you.

“We can’t kill the people we’re trying to save.” Scott ignored the cries coming from you and kept the look of determination etched onto his face. 

“Scott! Say you believe us.” Stiles took a step towards him and Scott slightly flinched away before he noticed Stiles’ heartbroken expression and composed himself quickly.

“We can’t kill people! Do you both believe that?!” He shouted harshly, the glare in his eyes made you want to curl up into a ball and stay that way for the rest of your life. The rain seemed to pour down heavier than before and the sound of booming thunder filled your ears.

“What do we do about this? Tell me what we can do, Scott.” Stiles pleaded after a couple seconds of silence, more and more tears making their way down his cheeks.

“Scott, please, what do you want me to do? Please, I-I’m your sister, your twin, your family. How can I fix this?” You cried, stepping forward and letting go of Stiles’ hand; you gently grabbed Scott’s hand in yours and his eyes filtered from your hopeful eyes down to your shaky hands. For a second, you genuinely thought that Scott was slowly starting to warm back up to you but that hope rapidly dwindled down the drain as your brother sighed and quickly pulled his hands away from yours, shaking his head at you.

“Just go home.” He called over his shoulder as he walked away. You stood there, mouth agape and eyes glued to his back as he continued to walk; tears flowed freely down your face but you stayed frozen for what seemed like hours; in reality, it was only minutes.

When you felt Stiles large hand on the small of your back, you snapped out of your numb daze. You turned towards him, your eyes unfocused and filled with more tears. Stiles sniffled, he could see how broken you were through the darkness, the only thing illuminating the area was a single street light: capturing you in its light like a spotlight. 

Suddenly, the realisation dawned on, roughly snapping you out of your daze. “He hates me.” Your lips parted as sobs wracked through you, your body shaking as Stiles wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him.

“We’re his family, Stiles. He was supposed to believe us. He was supposed to understand.” You cried against his chest and pulled him even closer to yourself; your fist curled into his shirt. Stiles didn’t know what to say to you, he was experiencing the same pain you were at that moment.

So he just whispered a quiet, “I know,” and rested his head on top of yours as salty tears made their trek down his face, swaying you side to side gently in hopes of calming you and himself down.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, the rain pelting down on your exhausted bodies. Your cries quietened down to occasional whimpers as you stood there in Stiles’ arms; finding silent comfort in each other…

“Are you guys okay? We haven’t seen you around for a while.” Lydia chirped as she caught up to yourself and Stiles in the hallways.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat, his grip on your hand tightening at the question. “We’re fine.” He mumbled before looking at you quickly. You smiled weakly and nodded in agreement even though the both of you knew that you were, in fact, far from ‘fine’.

Lydia eyed you for a while and you shot her another smile: better and more believable from the one before. Eventually, she sighed and gave a small nod, “well, okay. I’ll see you later then, I guess.” She waved slightly before readjusting her bag and strutting down the hallway.

You turned to Stiles, your eyebrows furrowed together with stress and sadness. Neither of you said anything, but Stiles nodded. He leaned closer and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a while before he reached for your hand again, muttering a small “come on,” he pulled you away from the crowded area and towards the empty lacrosse field.

Sitting on a vacant bench, Stiles wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You rested your head gently on his shoulder, accompanied by a quiet sigh. The two of you sat in quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company and trying to forget current problems.

“We’re not fine.” You let out in a hushed mumble, breaking the comfortable silence prior.

“No. But if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are.” Stiles replied as he laced your fingers with his own, a hint of pain and remorse filling his tone as you turned to face him, your eyes showing a sense of love and relief swimming in between conflict and guilt.

“I’m so glad that I have you,” You confessed and for the first time in a while, there was a hint of a genuine smile on Stiles’ lips.

“In between all that’s going on, the only thing I know for certain is that I love you, (Y/N). If anything, I’m the one who should be glad. And I am, like, a lot.” He leaned closer to you, one hand caressing your cheek and the other tracing small patterns on your hip. His lips then connected with yours in a sweet and passionate kiss; your lips slowly moved in sync with each other as you shuffled even closer to him, your hands running through his messy hair.

Although the two of you had been together for over a year; things had been rough lately. It had been a while since the both of you actually had the time or energy to express how grateful you were to have each other. Everything that happened with Donovan was constantly playing on your minds and that kiss showed that you would always be there or the other, no matter what. It was something that the both of you needed because when you had a life that was always inhabited by the supernatural, having someone by your side who you know will be by your side without fail, was something that you 100% needed and you weren’t going to take it for granted.

Eventually, you both had to pull away, but you didn’t change the proximity between yourselves. You could feel Stiles’ minty breath tingling your lips as you rested your forehead against his, lovingly looking into his soft, content filled eyes.

“I love you,” You whispered, your smooth lips occasionally brushing over his as he smiled warmly at you, his eyes lit up in a way that you’ve grown to miss lately.

You hoped for the sake of yourself and the boy you loved that things would only go up from here. Although, if all fails, you both knew that you have each other and that seemed to be enough for the two of you.


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Barry: “I’ve lived with a lot of death and tragedy in my life and seeing you die…it’s hard to not be consumed by that.”
Iris: “Yeah I get that…it just made me question whether you were asking me for the right reasons. Whether it was out of love or responsibility…I don’t need to doubt whether or not I want to marry you. I want to be your wife, Barry.”
Barry: “I love you, but you were right. I proposed because I thought it would save you. I thought Wally would save you. I was wrong. I alone have to save you in the future and I am going to but not by changing it, by embracing it.
Iris: "Okay, what does that mean?”
Barry: “Iris, I think we need some space for awhile.”
[Iris starts crying]
Barry: “I’m sorry, I don’t know how we can move forward like this.”
Iris: “Okay…I guess I’ll go to my dad’s.”
Barry: ‘You stay here. I’ll stay with Cisco.“

Self Loathing

Prompt: Could you do a 1 and 7(post break up) with Jason or Damian please?
1.“I still love you and I fucking hate myself for it!”
7. “I thought I should give you this back,” *Insert Object*

Warnings: a little angst and cursing!

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader
A/N: If you would like a part two, message me;) this is definitely not the end! P.S: This is with an Older! Damian
Italics= Flashback
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You fiddled with the locket that hung around your neck, it had been two weeks since Damian had broken up with you and you still wore a reminder of your relationship around your neck.


“(Y/N), you do not understand, and you probably will never understand, but we have to end this relationship.”
“Dami, whatever it is we can get through it together. Please don’t do this. I love you.” At this point, tears were already falling, and you couldn’t stop them.
“I think it will be beneficial for the both of us if you left.” He turned around waiting for you to leave.
“Dami. Please. I love you.” You started to walk back towards him, holding on to whatever hope you had left. He suddenly turned around, His eyes glossed with what looked like tears.
“Well I don’t love you! Get out right now!” He yelled at you. You were taken back, more tears fell as you ran out of the room, out of the manor, out of Damian’s life for what seemed like forever.


You walked up to Wayne Manor and knocked on the door, praying that anyone but Damian would answer. Unluckily for you, the one person who you didn’t want to see came to the door.
“Oh, um, hi Dami,” you looked down at your shoes, “I-I just came by to um, well I thought I should give you this back,” You shove the locket into his hand.
Damian looked at the locket and opened it. Inside was a picture of him giving you a kiss while you tried to take a picture. The locket was his gift to you 3 years ago, on your 2nd anniversary. He made eye contact with the once love of his life. He wanted to apologize for hurting you, to pull you into a hug and tell you why he had to break up with you; but, he couldn’t.

You looked up at him, the bags under your eyes indicated that you have slept in a couple of days. You turned around ready to go when, “(Y/N) wait.” He took a deep breath.
“I apologize for how things ended between up. I hope that we can be acquaintances going forward.” He looked at you with the same respect, as if nothing had happened between to two of you, hoping you could at least forgive him.
“Nice offer Dami,” you paused, “But we both know that can never happen.”
“What do you mean (Y/N)? Why can we not be friends?”
You exhaled deeply, “Because I still fucking love you and I fucking hate myself for it!” You leaned against the wall, sliding till you were sitting. You put your head in you hands. “I hate myself for loving you. So no, I don’t want to be friends, I don’t want to see you move on with someone else as I’m wallowing in my own pity, wishing I was the one with you instead. I don’t want to go through that Dami,” You paused, laughing to yourself. “Wait we’re not together anymore, I should probably stop calling you Dami.”

‘No,’ Damian thought. He liked it when you called him that. It was comforting. You were comforting.
You got up to leave, feeling more broken and helpless than before. You walked away, this time out of Damian’s life forever.

You’re forced into a position where you have to be brave.

And where do you go from there?

The only way you can; forward.




I didn’t know how this was going to turn out but I’m 100% okay with how it did

The first line of that was something the guy who sat next to me in trigonometry said to me. he thinks my job with the police is a lot cooler than it actually is.

Mirio’s eyes remind me of my Lego fanart days.


Here’s another version: 

Mixing Low Carb and WW

For at least the next month I’m going low carb.

I’m going to track simultaneously on WW and the Atkins app.

And I’ll see what happens.

My goal is to hit ketosis and kick start my weight loss.

But it’ll also be a good thing to see points and how that plays out. So I can figure out my eating going forward.

Let’s see how this goes.