how can you hope to kill me

onlyslightlysarcasticlibrarian said: That line when he called Rosier a cunt killed me. I had to just stop reading for a second because it was soooo perfect. And everything else you said described how I felt about it also. I didn’t think it was possible to love Pritkin more but this just really killed me.  And I tired really hard to be nice to Mircea because I do like him in the Dory books, but after reading this, I want to throw him a big fuck you! I’m really really hoping Cassie wakes up in the next book and we can finally move on from him, and that Pritkin really does let his feelings and intentions be known.

lmao, I feel you! Well, RtS is gonna be … interesting that’s for sure. Cassie is in for a time of it. Damn, when will August get here D’: 

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PLEASE LOVE YOUR TRANSGENDER & NON BINARY CHILDREN. THEY ARENT HURTING ANYONE. THEY ARE NORMAL AND THEY DESERVE YOUR LOVE. THATS ALL WE WANT.

I don’t care if they are 13, I don’t care if they are 30.

This is what transphobia looks like. This is what being 27 years old and your family is talking to you like a toddler and telling you “Sweetie, that’s just how the world is. We can’t change our minds. I’m sorry, we don’t love Kyle, we love Katie.”

I am strong. I will survive this. But this is what is killing children. This is what is killing adults. This is the ugly reality of things.

I went home for Christmas in the hopes I could show my family how good I was doing. Even after they told me I wasn’t allowed to come originally. I fought to be here. I had gained weight, me depression is better, my anxiety is gone, my smile was real.

But it was crushed. Every. Day. No one stuck up for me. Not even my siblings.

It’s not wrong to be transgender. You don’t need to be fixed! I don’t give a fuck if a book or some old dude tells you it’s wrong. I don’t care if your mom tells she doesn’t love you anymore and your dad hits you. It isn’t wrong. You are normal and you have to be strong and you have to live for you.

It is time to take control of your life. I don’t know what happens when we die. But I know it’s important that we live and show this world that we deserved love and respect and to be a part of a family.

Please be strong. Please choose to live because I am choosing to live and document this in the hope that one day it is going to get better and someone will find this and see even in the darkest hours we can pull through.

Kyle

kit-kat-ronnie  asked:

Honestly tho ur voltron headcanons r pure gold. Like who knew I could love the meme team so much.

thank u my dude

  • shiro: “i’m tired, guess i’ll go to slee-” *three alarms go off, allura yells something about forming voltron, part of the castle blows up*
  • Keith the Training Room Gremlin
  • “hunk would never have let me down like this”
  • coran is lowkey stressed about how fragile the new paladins are. do you know how many things can kill a human, princess. princess do you. they’re so squishy
  • any time an alien does something fucking bizarre they’re just like. “same”
    • coran: “on yordek the native peoples ride 30 ft tall seaweed slugs into battle” lance: “i mean same”
    • *alien yodels in greeting” pidge: “tbh…. same”
  • keith wears his collar up like a hooligan bc he thinks it’s Cool
  • “lance, now is not the time for your shenanigans” “it was a single shenanigan. technically more of a hijink”
  • *allura voice* “if you die, walk it off”
  • suggested drinking game: take a shot every time the particle barrier goes down
    • they don’t do it. they’d die of alcohol poisoning
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Mercer’s Magnificent Mane™ appreciation post

Requested by ~Anon~

  • [The class is in detention under suspicion of cheating]
  • Hermione: I hope it was Draco. Then he'll get his butt thrown out of here.
  • Harry: What did he do to you?
  • Hermione: He told me he loved me. Who does that? Don't you see? He's trying to get me to trust him so he can let me down.
  • Harry: Crazy idea: you could just say "I love you" back.
  • Hermione: Yeah, but then if it doesn't work out, I'll have to kill him, go to Azkaban, break out, and kill you for giving me that advice.
  • Harry: I love how our friendship is based predominately on threats. I can still feel you looking at me... like a hungry cheetah stares at a gazelle.
  • Hermione: All right, whatever. I'll tell the jackass I love him, too.
Pillow Talk (a James March x Female Reader AHS fanfic)

Fandom: American Horror Story: Hotel

Genre: Smut, but, like…dark. Angsty scary horror smut. It’s AHS, after all. 

Rating: R. NC-17. No little ones allowed!!!!!

Summary: After an especially bad panic attack, there’s really only one thing you can think of that can bring you back to normal. And so you draw in a steadying breath, look your lover square in his face, and ask, “How would you kill me?”

Warnings/Notes: This has been rattling around the inside of me head since the start of the month but I’m only just now getting around to finishing it. There’s talk of murder in here, and blood, and suicide, but the sex is consensual and non-coerced, at least? If you can get through American Horror Story you’ll probably be fine.

Originally posted by itsanightmareinmyhead

You were choking.

The walls closed in until they crushed you. There was no escape, no air, no hope. Your heart pounded in your chest like a creature trying to escape a cage. It was too fast. Any minute now it would explode, filling your chest with blood and shreds of tissue, and you would assuredly die. Already there was a lead weight on your chest, caving it in, crushing you. You couldn’t sit up straight, couldn’t draw a breath, couldn’t stop the choking sobs. You were the only one in the room, but you could feel every foul presence in the hotel bearing down on you. Each one licked its lips and bared its teeth and stretched out its grasping claws towards you.

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cocainee-queen  asked:

OK SO I BOUGHT A SHIRT THAT SAYS "ALIENS BELIEVE IN US" AND I JUST SAT AND THOUGHT THAT OIKAWA WOULD LOVE IT. PLS SPAM ME WITH OIKAWA WHEN U ANSWER THIS LOVE U BYE. ALSO U R THE BEST HQ BLOG <3

I’m yelling because the description of Oikawa’s insta edit is “I hope alined believe in me to” so !!!!! He would love that shirt for sure !!! 

Ok since you’ve been this nice to me (thanks!!!) I’m giving you:

my favorite gif Oikawa

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megane Oikawa

Originally posted by haikyuux

this thing I never understood Oikawa

Originally posted by otayura

canon Oikawa

Originally posted by gaysplayingvolleyball

killer serve (and booty) Oikawa 

Originally posted by sockuras

get ready bitch Oikawa

Originally posted by odd-ballduo

I’m gonna kill you and all your legacy Oikawa

Originally posted by haikyuus

∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ Oikawa

Originally posted by lauleemc

literally how dare you Oikawa

Originally posted by hq-kurootetsurou

just stab me in the heart I can’t deal with suffering Oikawa

Originally posted by tsukkilatte

pouty Oikawa

Originally posted by urushenna

focused Oikawa

Originally posted by seoulreapers

and last but not least, an actual gift form the gods: in real life Oikawa!

Originally posted by prfmoony

Shouldn’t 9

Characters:  Dean, Sam, Reader, Cas

Summary:  Dean acted on his feelings even though he shouldn’t have.  Then he left her.  She’s now in a coma.  Can she be saved?

Word Count:  1595

Warnings: Angst, Language

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Shouldn’t 9

Dean looks at Sam, hopeful. Cas looks concerned, uncertain what Sam is proposing. Sam holds his hands up in warning. “Don’t - don’t get your hopes up, it’s just an idea, and I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Sam, you’re killing me, just tell me.Whatever it is,” Dean begs.

“African Dream Root,” Sam explains. “Look, at least, maybe you could talk to her, let her know how you feel, make things right. I don’t know if you can bring her back, or even find her in there…”

“I’ll do it,” Dean say, a determined glint in his eyes.

“Dean,” Cas warns. “We don’t know what he did to her. She may not even be in there, not really.”

“I don’t fucking care. I have to try,” he says. “Or I can’t live with myself,” he adds quietly.

Sam nods, understanding that his brother needs to do this. “Okay, let me get together the ingredients. Just hang tight, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Sammy,” Dean replies.

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Not sub(missioned)scribed

I take vast notes on the important parts of our campaign as a player so the DM can’t pull anything on us for forgetting. 

Our ranger had managed to steal ¾ of my kills last game, but that wasn’t important to the plot/my character.

DM: the ambushing party ceases their actions and look very confused and excited to see (the other rogue). 

NPC: oh good! We were waiting for your arrival!!! We were hoping to see another woodelf soon.

Me OOC: (ranger) is also a woodelf.

DM: oh! I for some reason I didn’t write that down. Thanks for telling me.

Me: no prob, I write everything down.

Ranger: did you write how I balanced on a cow to get a great shot last game?

Me: No. If you want a scribe to sing your praises, my premium is 30 gold a week.

I’m a motorist that quite
Likes a drink when he drives
Who causes the loss
Of innocent lives
.
I’m the guy with the pistol
Who kills your best friend
You can’t really blame me
‘Cos I’m round the bend
.
Hello—how are you?
I’m jerk of all jerks
I’m here to undo
All your charitable works
I do it quite simply by
Making mistakes
And one little boo-boo
Is all that it takes
And you’re at the mercy of
Jerk of all jerks.
.
I’m the man that disposes
Of nuclear waste.
There’s no need to worry
It’s perfectly safe
.
In fact there is now
Every reason to hope
That if anything happens
I’ll easily cope
.
Hello—how are you?
I’m jerk of all jerks…
.
I’m the leader who says
As he wages his war
That the children are not
Ones that he’s aiming for
.
Hello,
How are you?
I’m jerk of all jerks…
— 

Paul McCartney poem after John’s death.

“For me it was just so sad that I wasn’t going to see him again and we weren’t going to hang. […] The phrase kept coming in my head ‘The jerk of all jerks’.”

1000 years ago.

can you tell a child full of innocence and joy that they will never be accepted?

do you tell them that your scars were just from accidents?

How do you explain to them that sometimes -being you- can get you beaten or killed?

things change but not so rapidly, growing up, falling in love, trying to explain this isn’t wrong…

there is no hero to save us from our neighbors, our parents, our friends…ex-friends

“lay low, don’t get noticed, do not be proud, do not be hopeful, we are outcasts and we always will be.”

Does it hurt to know how i live? how broken the world is and how broken it’s hate has made me?

i am sorry the world is this way, but i will not lie to you. 

i was once proud and full of anger, i fought the world and told it it was wrong.

i fought my enemies, i fought my friends, but now i am old and cynical

i wish none of this on you. 

be careful.


Damn, that’s a fantastic look at how this guy feels.

jxmes-b-bxrnes  asked:

May I request a prompt? It's a bit angsty, it's where The Winter Soldier, Captain America and the reader are in a life-threatening situation and only two of them could make it out alive, the reader devises a plan, which requires her to stay behind and get killed. The they both get out safely thinking the reader is safe too until they look back and realize that it's too late...Thank you very much for taking your time, if you can't do it, I absolutely understand:)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader | Steve x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: death and no happy ending (I hate myself for this lol)

A/N: omg girl, you really know how to make someone cry, lol. anyways, this prompt is amazing, gave me a LOT of feels and I made it super angsty (I really hope that’s what you wanted haha.) 

                                                        *****

“You know,” Punch. “When you told me you’d take me out,” Punch. “I was either hoping for dinner,” Kick. “Or a threesome.”

You turned around to the two men behind you who had a pile of men lying around them and grinned.

“Oh come on, (Y/N). You love this,” Cap answered, throwing his shield to hit the last man entering the room, before collecting it again.

“Maybe. But a threesome? That would’ve been a lot more appreciated today.”

Both men looked at each other, laughed and then followed you to the transmission room of the Hydra base.

You instantly saw it.

And that’s when your previous happy mood disappeared in a matter of seconds.

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Proper game prep

So, me and a friend I do a lot of Text-Based RP’s with are creating a dystopian world for my upcoming D&D game. While she’s working on the universe’s story and fluff, I’m statting it all up, specifically the addiction and withdrawal effects of a drug called “Hope”. Eventually…

Me: “So you said the monks can heal the withdrawal effects?”

Her: “Only the high priest dudes.”

Me: “It’ll probably be really exhausting. Basically force the junkie to take a long rest, but it gets rid of the negatives.”

Her: “How’s it gonna work?”

Me: “He starts hitting them with a big, magical stick.”

LATER; Talking about negative aftereffects of detoxing:

Me: “To be honest if the priest wasn’t making sure they’re not gonna die, this would probably kill them.”

Her: “The party’s gonna kill their teammate with concern. ‘WE DON’T TRUST YOU, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING! Oh shit.’ ”

Me: “Nah, they’re not that ba- I’ll send in an NPC first.”

Hearbroken (Bellamy Blake Imagine)

Request: And I also have an imagine request, the reader and Bellamy fight over something or something bad happens between them, the reader storms off without telling anyone and ends up getting killed, which results in Octavia blaming Bellamy or something (you can choose how she dies and who finds her and stuff lmao) :)

A/N: this is by far my favorite request. That sounds awful of me but I’m so good at coming up with death scenes it’s horrible haha. Anyways hope you like it!

You smiled gingerly to yourself at the boy across the field from you. You had no idea what he was working on, but he was working hard and god did you admire him for it. He always put his all in everything he did no matter how big or little it was. This time particularly he looked like he was really into whatever it was he was doing. You didn’t want to bother him, but you really needed to talk to him about something. You knew he’d be annoyed but he never let it show or he pushed it aside for you. God bless him for it too.

You sighed and began walking over to where he was. When you got closer you heard him giving orders to a couple other people who were working on the same thing. You waited patiently for him to finish his orders and for the boys to leave you two alone before he turned to you and raised his eyebrows.

“Hi,” was all he said before he started up again. You were taken aback just a bit but shook it off and smiled again.

“Hi..”, you said softly and let your hand rest on his upper arm to get him to stop what he was doing. When he didn’t, you scrunched your face up in confusion. You took a breath and decided to try again. “Hey, Bell, can I talk to you? It’ll just take a second.” You smiled weakly when he looked at you.

He hesitated but put the tool down and backed up, wiping his hands on his shirt and looking at me impatiently. “Okay, talk.” He nodded.

You smiled again pushing pat his previous actions and nodded back. “Okay, well, I kind of broke one of our walkie talkies but don’t worry! That’s why I came here, so you could tell me how to fix it real quick so we don’t have any problems. I know how much we need them and so id like to fix it. Abby and Kane said that we dont need it and that’s it fine but like I said-”

“You interrupted me to have me tell you how to fix a walkie talkie?” He asked in pure annoyance.

You stared at him unsure of what to say but nodded. “Well, yeah, I guess but I just figured you’d be happy to help me and that I wanna learn how to fix stuff, to be like you.” You smiled hoping your words were convincing. They were true completely, but you added more in there than what you planned. The truth is, you wanted to be like him. You wanted to fix things so you were of more use. And you wanted Bellamy, you’re beautiful and talented boyfriend, to teach you.

He laughed bitterly after a moment of him just staring at you. “Ridiculous,” he shook his head turning away from you and back to what he was doing.

You furrowed your eyebrows in anger and hurt before replacing it with a calm look. You took a deep breath and laid a hand on his back that tensed immediately.

“Can you not see that I’m busy, y/n?” He barked loudly at you making you retract your hand quickly and jump back a couple inches. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it when Bellamy continued. “I can’t help you right now, go ask Monty or someone rather than bother me anymore than you already have.”

You stared at him in surprise. What was this? You’ve never seen him like this. The way he was looking at you was a look of almost pure hatred. Whether it was or not, it stung a little. When he turned back around you sighed and closed your eyes.

“I just wanted you to be the one to help me..”

“Dammit y/n, I’m trying to do this and with you here right now I’m not making any progress. I can’t help you with everything you break! It’s like we need to put you in a goddamn bubble for anything or anyone to be safe! Quite breaking shit, there’s a thought.”
He said the last sentence more to himself than you, but you heard it perfectly clear nonetheless and you couldn’t believe it. Sure, you weren’t exactly the best at everything and you did break things here and there, but that was the point in this whole conversation. You came to have him help you learn to fix things, so you could fix things you’d happen to break.

Instead, you turned around and stormed off not wanting to hear anything else Bellamy had to say. He’d said enough for you to know you were nothing more than a bother to him.

You walked and walked, unsure of where you were going but found yourself ignoring anyone that tried to talk to you and in front of the gate.

“Open it,” you called to the man guarding.

“I can’t do that right now, miss.”

“Open the god damn gate!” You yelled at him, unintentionally. You took a deep breath wanting to control yourself before continuing. “Please.”

When he denied your orders you shook your head and took off back to the arc. If they won’t let you out the easy way, you’ll get yourself out the hard way.
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When night fell, you got up from your bed and threw clothes in a small bag you had found, along with some water and a couple nuts. You didn’t know why you were doing this. You didn’t know where you were going. You didn’t know if you could survive. But one thing you did know was that you no longer wanted to be here, with Bellamy. You only needed a couple days to yourself, to let your mind wrap around things. You still loved Bellamy, of course, by the words he said hurt you. You still wanted him to be yours, though you weren’t sure he felt the same or not, but you needed time to think. To be alone. And that’s exactly what you were gonna do.

You found a way through the gate. Somehow you managed to cut your arm on the way through but you didn’t care. The pain actually felt kinda good. Relieving almost.

You felt you were being over dramatic and maybe you were, but it’s not easy hearing cruel words from the one person you love the most and look up to so much. And when he’s never barked at you like that before let alone say something so cruel and heartbreaking.

You shoved your thoughts to the side though and focused on where you were going. Wherever it was you were going.

You walked and walked though, not stopping for anything. When you needed water, you managed to pull your bag off your back and grab it all while not letting your feel stop once. You walked until the break of dawn. When you saw the sun begin to rise is when you decided to rest for awhile.

You’d found a spot that was hidden decently between trees and bushes. You set your bag down then sat down beside it and let your head rest against the tree. “Only a couple minutes”, you thought to yourself and let your eyes flutter shut. You replayed the scene with Bellamy back in your head. This time it made you angry. His words, his face. His actions. It all made you angry now. How could he say that? How could he be such an asshole? You don’t say that kind of stuff to someone you love. Was he tired of you? Did he not care about you anymore? Did you push him to his limit and this was his way to get his point across. Maybe he didn’t love you anymore.

“Well he didn’t have to worry me longer,” you thought to yourself once again.
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You woke abruptly to the sound of leaves crunching loudly. You looked around you, suddenly confused at where you were. When your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you realized you were where you had sat down to rest. Only now you realized that a couple minute rest turned into a couple hour sleep. It was just barely morning when you sat down and now it’s completely dark.

You looked to your left when you heard more crunching of leaves. Was in an animal? Was it grounders? Was it, hopefully, one of your people?

“Hello,” you called out. When an arrow came flying and hit your shoulder, you realized how dumb of a move that had been. You got up quickly, adrenaline giving you the ability to ignore the pain in your shoulder, and ran. You ran and ran, as fast as you could, as hard as you could, and you did not stop for nothing. You managed to dodge anything that got in your way. You weren’t ready to die. Not yet.

Unfortunately, when you turned to look behind you for anyone following you, you ran face to chest into someone much, much bigger than you. You screamed when the man picked you up without a problem and threw you to the ground. Knocking the wind out of you, you tried to crawl away, but the man grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you back to him. He drew a knife, a very large knife at that, from behind him and took a swing at you. You threw yourself to the side letting to knife only barely hit your arm.

“Mmm….” you hummed at the pain but quickly ignored it, getting up and trying to run again. With your luck, you thought you had got away, but rounding a tree you felt something sharp pierce your stomach. You looked down and saw a large stick sticking out of your abdomen. You looked up to meet the eyes of another grounder man. Falling to the ground, you closed your eyes waiting for the next hit to come and end your life for good, but r never came.

When you opened them, there was no one there. You listened carefully for any footsteps or cracking sounds burnt was completely silent. They left you to die in one of the worst ways possible.

Although your entire body stung, you couldn’t cry. Something was refusing to let any tears fall no matter how hard you tried. Something inside you was telling you to try and crawl just a little ways in front of you, so you did your best to do just that. It was a struggle. It was painful. It was stressful. But you made it about 30 feet before you saw the handle of the car Finn had found when you all first landed right there in front of you.

Barely smiling to yourself, you attempted to lift the door and make your way inside which was more you just throwing yourself in. Maybe there was something in there that could help your wounds.

It was a long shot. You already knew that considering you had an arrow in your shoulder, a gash of skin missing on your arm, and stick in your stomach. Brutal creatures they are.

When you were unable to find anything, you figured the best thing to do was clean the wounds. So, you took your shirt off and ripped it into strips and wrapped your arms up tightly to stop the bleeding. You then decided on the arrow next. You grabbed ahold of it firmly, but even the slightest of movement caused you to let our whimpers of pain. You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut and as quick as possible, pulled the arrows from your shoulder. You let out a deep yell and let a few tears slip though, finally. It felt good. But the bleeding was bad, so you covered it next.

Once convinced that wound was as good as you could get it, you next focused on your final wound. The stick in your stomach. It was at least as thick as your hand, and maybe two feet long and most of it was inside of you. How you’re still alive? You had no idea. But this wound was the most paralyzing, letting you only move barely. You couldn’t turn, bend, walk, and holy shit did it hurt take a breath in. You were having a mental battle with yourself on whether or not you should retrieve it from your belly. It was thick, it would leave a hole in you and it would bleed out. You knew you were losing a lot of blood as it was, but it you pull the stick from you, you knew you’d bleed more. But if you leave it in you, it’s gonna be harder to get out on the long run and there’s likely bacteria getting in you from it at this moment. So, you decide to attempt and pull it out too. You figured you could shove the remaining parts of your shirt in the hole and it would be okay. You hoped, anyways.

You prepared yourself the best you could, taking deep breaths in and out, counting down to zero. You put the clothing in your mouth to prevent as much noise as possible from escaping you because you knew there’d be a lot from this one. When you go close to zero, you began crying uncontrollably.

You couldn’t do this.

You couldn’t pull this stick from your abdomen, not by yourself. Not with your weak arms. You didn’t even want to try because you’d risk putting it in an even more discomforting position. An even more painful one.

You threw your head back on the seat. You knew you were gonna die. You knew this was it for you. You were alone inside a 100 year old car, basically on your death bed. You were in so much pain. You were nauseated from the blood loss. You were scared. You missed your friends, the ones that became family. You missed Bellamy. And you were on bad terms with him which made this ten times worse. You could’ve prevented this if you wouldn’t have been so dramatic. If you wouldn’t have acted out. If you just would’ve stayed calm and understood that Bellamy was under his own pressure and you bothering him wasn’t helping, you wouldn’t be here right now. God you just wanted to wrap yourself up in Bellamys arms and let him kiss you all over again. You wanted him to tell you he loves you again. You wanted to feel his warm body against your own again. But here you were, cold, bloody, and about to die, all alone.

You let out a scream of anger, of hurt, of pain and of every other emotion in the book. You punched the side of the car door and threw your head against the seat once again. You just screamed and yelled letting your feelings come out. If only someone could hear your cries for help. If only someone could hear your cries at all. But this was it. So you let yourself cry until you couldn’t cry anymore.
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Hours passed. Your death was being drawn out and at first hurt but now, you were in a peaceful state. You were numb, you were calm. You couldn’t think of anything bad anymore. Those passed a log time ago. Now, you were focusing on all the good in your life. You focused mainly on Bellamy though. Oh he must be so worried. They all must be so worried. You didn’t remember how long it had been since you last saw them. It could’ve been days or only hours. You couldn’t remember. But, you were peaceful now.

You thought back to first time you and Bellamy met. Like actually met. The day you two became ‘a thing’. That was such a great day. You thought of Octavia and how it was an instant connection when you two met. Oh how you were gonna miss her too. You hoped she’d become happy again. She was going through so much, she deserved so much happiness in return. This was gonna take a toll on her and you knew that, but you would be her guardian angel. You would make her happy again. Oh how funny it was how clueless Bellamy was with your guys’ friendship. She’s your best friend. He didn’t know that though.

All the memories flowing through you were overwhelming. The pain was no longer there. In fact, you could no longer feel any part of your body. You realized your eyes were closing and you couldn’t keep them open. You realized that this was it. You focused on your very slow heartbeat that was the only sound you could hear, and you focused on Bellamys face. You wanted his face to be the last thing you thought of in your final moment. You imagine him hugging you from behind while laying on a bed and him whispering in your ear “it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay” over and over again. God was in comforting.

Finally, when you believed his words, you let yourself go. And with that, you were gone completely.
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“Where is she Bellamy!?” Octavia yelled at Bellamy with so much anger it was unbelievable. “You were the last one she came to talk to, you have to know where she could’ve gone. What did you say to her? Did you piss her off? Bellamy!” Octavia yelled his name catching his attention. He was so worn out from his restlessness in y/n’s disappearance.

“I don’t know, O!” Bellamy barked back at her.

“You have to know something,” she spat at him like fire.

He shook his head and out his hands to his ears wanting to drown out every word and every sound. He was so scared and overwhelmed. He hadn’t seen her since he said those hurtful words to her. He didn’t mean them, he was so stressed out and all he could think about was what he was doing. He didn’t mean to hurt her. He didn’t mean to make her leave. He loved her more than he loved himself, that was the last thing he’d mean to do.

They were in the middle of no where right now. There were so many people searching for her. So many people who cared about her, searching for her everywhere they could. So many people having no luck.

Octavia studied people for a moment before someone yelled that they had found y/n’s bag. Octavia ran to them and grabbed it from their hands and looked inside. Everything was in there perfectly untouched besides her water almost being empty.

“She had to have been taken. Or chased. Or something! She wouldn’t have just left her clothes laying there.” Octavia turned towards Bellamy who was staring at the bag in her hands. She threw it to him and walked up to him. “You better hope she’s not hurt or so help me God Bellamy,” she glared at him.

It was bad enough that he was angry at himself, but having his sister so upset at him made things so much worse. He understood she was angry, but he didn’t understand why she was this angry. He didn’t know she cared for y/n this much. Half the time he didn’t even think Octavia liked her. But then it all clicked. Octavia was the first person to ask where y/n was. Octavia was the first person to check on her when she was sick, or to ask how she was doing. Octavia always brought Bellamy food to give her or advice to give her. And vice versa. All the nights y/n said she was sleeping over somewhere else and Octavia the same. They were always together. It all made sense. Octavia cared for y/n so deeply, she was letting anger get the best of her.

“O…” Bellamy began but someone quickly interrupted him with yelling.

“I found her! I found her! She’s over here!” Bellamys heart instantly skipped a beat and he raced over to them, Octavia next to him the whole way. They realized that she had made her way to the buried, abandoned car they found a long while ago. Bellamy was shaking at this moment, the people in front of him inside the car getting her out. Bellamy was anxious, scared, happy. So many emotions filled within him but the second he finally saw her, one emotion replaced it all.

Heartbreak.

There she was. His beautifully, stunning, gorgeous girlfriend who he loved so fucking much, dead.

Bellamy dropped to his knees and shook his head. The men laid her body in front of him. Bellamy studied her. She was gone, but god she looked so so beautiful. So peaceful. He couldn’t believe it. He shook his head once again and caressed her cold face, and closed her eyelids. He examined her body and noticed her wounds that she had managed to cover with the best of her ability. He smiled, knowing she tried her hardest to keep herself alive. But all the blood proved there was nothing she could’ve done. He got to the stick in her stomach and closed his eyes. That must’ve hurt so bad, she must’ve been in so much pain and he wasn’t there for her. He shook his head and grabbed the stick and softly pulled it out. There was no longer any blood to be bled. He wrapped the wound with his own shirt and bent down over her body, hugging her.

When he got up, he looked at everyone who was staring at her and him in sadness. He went to say something, but a hit to his chest prevented him from doing so. He looked down at Octavia who had a face full of tears. She looked so angry, so sad, so hurt. He felt bad for her. She hit him again, and then again. And then again. Kane stepped in and took ahold of her arm and pulled her back slightly.

“This is your fault!” She screamed at Bellamy. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing she wasn’t wrong. When he opened them, Octavia was still staring at him with anger. There was a long silence, everyone just staring at the two siblings. Finally, Octavia spoke up again. “My best friend Bellamy. I hope you’re happy.” Then, she turned and left.

Bellamy knew she was angry, but for her to think he wanted this to happen? Idiotic.

“Go back to camp,” Bellamy ordered and nodded before letting tears slip out again. He turned to y/n and picked her lifeless body up. When he turned, everyone had followed his orders except Kane, Clarke, and Abby.

“We’ll get a proper burial ready tomorrow morning.” Abby nodded to Bellamy before softly grabbing Clarke to have her follow her back to camp, leaving Marcus.

“I’m sorry bud,” he put his hand on Bellamys shoulder. “Lets head back okay?”

Bellamy nodded and followed Marcus closely, look at y/n every now and then. He wanted to take in her beauty as much as possible. He only had a few hours left before she would be gone for good.

Bellamy didn’t know how to take this. He didn’t know how he was supposed to act. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say or do he didn’t know what he was going to do. Would he ever love again? Would his heart ever be healed again?

Only time would ever be able to tell.
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A/N: sorry this was so long! But this was such a fun one to write and I got a little emotional 😅😅😅😅 thank you guys who read it! Sorry for not posting as much but here’s his and I’ll go from here! I also have a special update here soon. Love you guys!!!❤️

How Cute

Title: How Cute

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,533

Warnings: FLUFF.

A/N: I was going to post this tomorrow, but how could I say no to @cyrilconnelly who requested this!  I hope you all love this! It was fun for me to write! Don’t for get about that Christmas Drabble list <3 which is here!   Although this isn’t from that list, but you can also ask me to do one shots for you thought my ask box or inbox.

You knew Dean and Sam would be upset, but the poor kid’s parents were just killed by a wraith.  It was better if the kid stayed at the bunker with you until the three of you found and killed the wraith.  His name was Danny; he was only 5 years old.  

You had Danny on your hip as you descended down the bunker’s stairs.  When you entered the library you gave Dean and Sam a stern glare.  You turned your face to the small boy, “Danny, this is Sam and Dean.  They are my friends.  They’re going to help.”

The little boy waved to the two Winchesters.  “Hi Sam and Dean,” Danny spoke, his voice small.

Sam took the boy from your hands, setting him down on the floor.  “Do you want something to drink?  I think we still have some milk,” Sam offered kindly.  The little boy nodded, grabbing Sam’s hand.  The younger Winchester flashed you a smile, nodding at Dean as he took the boy to the kitchen.

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Update time:

Im so sorry for anyone I have not replied to!! Christmas is a really hard time for me due to my childhood abuse. Add in all the relationship/court drama and right now is pretty rough.

Still living in my car. In the process of dropping out of college. My mother is trying to send me to rehab for drugs and alcohol. (totally not happing. thank god for being 18). Trying to get everything set up to move across the country. (starting over where no one can find me). And ya. Thats life.

By the way, can the haters please stop? I cannot handle it right now, and I will never understand how people are able to send anonymous messages telling someone to kill themselves. That is horrific. I hope you feel better about yourself and whatever situation you are in to cause you to lash out like that. Just my two cents.

I will be trying to catch up on messages (except hate mail, as you deserve none of my time). Hang in there friends. Love you all and Im proud you are still kicking 😉💖

—  (via story-of-a-sad-teen)
  • Tyrian: *kills people, almost kills the protagonist of the show*
  • FNDM: It's okay! He's so random and funny (like me X3), so he can stay!
  • Cinder: *kills multiple people, destroys a school and most of one of the five major cities on the planet*
  • FNDM: OMGEE!! I hope she is okay!! That scar looks bad! :O
  • Roman: *destroys property, steals, ruins lives, kills people*
  • FNDM: But he's got a nice hat! And he's so funny and charming!
  • Neo: ?????
  • FNDM: XD I love her!
  • Jacque Schnee: *slaps a girl*
  • FNDM: >:O He must die!! Worst scum of the earth!! The most vile character this show has ever seen!!
Dating a BTS Member Would Include: Rap Monster

Dating BTS Series

Originally posted by taestylips

  • “Y/N, you got no jams” “Shut the fuck up  NamNams™, neither do you”
  • Movie nighhhttsss !!
  • Giving him probably a rubber ball and hoping it won’t break too
  • “We can’t have nice things because of you”
  • “Are you trying to kill me”
  • *does seaweed dance* “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS NAMJOON ??”
  • “I love you so much but right now I am just picturing how I will kill you”
  • Neck kisses

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