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I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually.  We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn’t see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast.  I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought. I couldn’t make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing  just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn’t help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that’s not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn’t see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I’m going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he’d been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax. Jessica asked me was he a girl or a boy. Its a boy I said. How do you know. Erm… I can feel his Woodstock. great !!! let’s call him Woodstock!!! And so it was. He was covered in dogshit. Now so was I. And we rode and We took him straight to the pet store to clean him up and buy him well things.., lots of things things dogs need and we walked the aisles the three of us letting him
Choose toys and his lead and his collar. I’ll
Never forget that night. It was wonderful. One minute he was almost dead next terrified. Then picked up by strangers then after He had a power nap in the car, the next he’s walking with his bandy leg John Wayne strut under the strip lighted aisles of this massive pet store happy and playful.
He wore a red bandana that night and from then on and drank religiously from the toilet throughout the night despite having a few bowls of water in the apartment he was every inch a survivor.  He wasnt house broken it didn’t matter we were outdoors mostly and He ate through trailer doors and made many friends and Pnut had him on the lead off set and He became our onset dog  I will always be eternally grateful to Georgia. It gave me the greatest of joys of being a dog owner  And the bestest of friends after Max had passed Woody arrived He was 11 weeks old approx. The first morning we had him. He ate a turd and we chased him to drop it but he gobbled it down because he must have thought we wanted to eat it. So he ate it as fast as he could. We just wanted him to eat some real food. He now had plenty. But there was a survivor in him. That was clear he had had to eat what he could and from then on it was clear he had food issues. But he would never go hungry again. His nickname was Yamaduki. Because he literally yammed down a duki. So Woodstock Yamaduki was his full name. Woody Thomas later Woody two shoes and Wu for short.

Woody came back to the Uk after Jess’s parents kindly looked after him to avoid quarantine they house trained him. He had my tshirt from Warrior. I picked him up from them in California when I shot Dark Knight and thanked them. He hadn’t forgotten me and despite the tireless efforts and hard work that Jessica’s Mum and husband had put into Woody he heard my whistle again and turned and ran at me and didn’t look back. I felt for them but secretly I was very happy that my friend and I were reconnected.  We all had a picnic we jumped into a lake Woody too and then it was clear Woody couldn’t swim and I hauled his ass out of the lake. Dragging him out the shit a second time cemented a pattern. I have hauled him out of rivers and ponds on many occasion since that day such was his love to chase ducks. Especially the Thames.
his rabies titer had cleared he spent a week in quarantine and he became a Londoner.

He was an Angel. And he was my best friend. We went through so much together.
Charlotte worked tirelessly with him to get him through a rough case of separation anxiety. He loved her like his Mum. And when she was pregnant he gaurded her fiercely.

He has been on many sets. Met many crews. Photo shoots premieres made many many friends he was #73 most influential animal in TIME magazine. He beat JAWS. Something we all thought was brilliant. He’s been in peaky blinders. Legend everyone who met him loved him. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body. All he knew was love.

I don’t normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Woody affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many of you, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that I inform you that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive polymyostisis Woody passed away, two days ago. He was only Age 6. He was Far too young to leave us and We at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all I am completely gutted. the world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side.
To the bestest friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words and whom he loved without doubt more than I have ever known. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever.

A friend told me

He was special bro, a shining example of man’s best friend. He burnt very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long.

Thankyou Woody for choosing to find us. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. Your Boy tom xxx I love you beyond words. To the moon and back again and again to
Infinity and beyond. Run with Max now and the Angels. I will see you when I get there.
With all of me I love you. Always Thankyou for
Your love beautiful boy.

thecrownedrose-deactivated20171  asked:

So I've seen this done over and over and I still love the trope of Bucky being a little shit about teasing the fuck outta you if he overheard you having a sexy dream about him. But just imagine the situation reversed! Overhearing Bucky having a sexy dream about you, moaning your name, his cock twitching and hardening, low grunts escaping his lips. Mmph!

This is what my other wife requested!

Kind of smut, so 18+ under the cut. Lots of Dirty talk and Bucky having a wet dream.


You had catch Bucky sleeping on the couch several times, it was normal or so you thought. After all he tended to have nightmares and would go to the common room and watch tv, to distract himself. You were walking pass the door when you heard him call your name, weird because you had taken your heels of to not wake anyone up. But apparently you had woken him up.

You made your way inside the room and find Bucky sprawled on the couch, he was a asleep and shirtless, his grey sweatpants slung low around his hips, his lips slightly parted as a low growl leaves his lips and your curiosity peaks.

“Y/N fuck” He’s moaning your name and your cheeks blaze, you swear you haven’t seen a more beautiful picture. You stay there, staring at him and a weird sense of pride takes over you, Bucky Barnes is having a good dream, a sex dream, a dream he’s actually enjoying about you. Your eyes travel to the bulge between his legs and you almost moan, hipnotized by the sheer size of it, how it tiwtches in his mind and you wonder if he’s wearing any underwear, rumor has it that most of the times he doesn’t.  Not that you’ve been paying attention to that. “Y/N, doll… Just like that” You have to bite your lip, he looks good enough to eat like that, his face is scrunched up in pure pleasure and you swear is something you culd see every day and never get tired of it. His hips lift of the couch and you see a wet patch appear in the front of his pants, Bucky stirs in his sleep and you get out of the room with a smile on your face and a plan forming on your mind.

Next morning you sneak into Bucky’s room andsteal the shirt he had been wearing the day before, the make your way to the kitchen where you find him head first in a book, you smile to yourself.

“Morning, Buck” You turn around and reach for a mug in th highest shelf.

“Moring, Doll” He pauses for a second and then asks “Is that my shirt?”

“Yeah… I ran out of clean clothes, sorry” You turn around and smirk when you find him staring at you “Your clothes smell good”

Bucky blushes and you swear is the most adorable thing you’ve seen in your life “Thanks?”

“How was your night, by the way? You fell asleep  on the common room again” You drink a sip of your coffee and smile “Not that I’m complaining, you’re pretty adorable when you sleep” His cheeks get even redder and you feel the need to kiss him, but decide against it.

“It was good” He looks down at his mug “I had a nightmare, but that’s part of life for me”

“Well, when I came back you didn’t seem to be having a nigthmare” You caress his leg with your bare feet “What were you dreaming about?”

“Nothing important” You watch as Bucky takes a long swig of coffe.

“You can tell me. I promise I’ll keep your secret” You keep caressing up and down his leg with your feet, until he wraps his hand around your ankle.

“Stop that” There’s a sutil change on his expression “You’re making it hard to think”

“Is that the only thing I’m making hard?” You giggle and Bucky tightens his grip on your ankle.

“You know, doll? You shouldn’t start things you’re not going to finish” He bites his lip.

“You know me Sarge, I never start shit if I’m not going to finish it” He lets go of your leg and you lean over the kitchen island “Are you going to tell me why were you moaning my name last night”

Bucky gets up and rounds the island, turning your stool around and caging you between his body and the kitchen island “You really wanna know, doll face?” You look him straight in the eyes and bite your lip, nodding “I had this really vivid image of you on your kness, like a good, girl and with that pretty mouth of yours full of my cock” He’s so close you can feel his breath on your skin “And then, you were on your hands and knees, with my fat cock deep inside your cute pussy” He grabs the back of our neck with his metal hand and you gasp at the coldness “Is that what you wanted to know?”

By the time he’s done talking your tighs are closed together and you’re clenching them hard, trying to find a way to relieve some of the tension between your legs, your brain is barely working and all you can say is “Fuck, Bucky. I never imagined you were that good at dirty talk”

Bucky chuckles darkly in your ear “See, doll? You’re not the only tease around here”

BTS Reactions - You’re insecure about your smile

You raise your hands to cover your mouth again as your boyfriend trips up the last step to your apartment. The both of you are exhausted after dance practice, which you’d been invited to join in with for fun. It was an amazing day, and your face hurts from smiling so much. The only downside you can find is that you hate the way your smile looks, so you’ve spent the day hiding behind your hands anytime anything even remotely funny happened. Nobody really thought anything of it until right now, when something clicks in your boyfriend’s head and he asks why you keep covering your mouth. You hesitate a little, but come clean, explaining that you feel insecure about your smile.

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! Hope you're having a good day ^.^. I was wondering if you could do a tutorial on how you texture your art on digital? I mean if you don't want to that's fine just ignore this ask. Just want to say I love your art as well and it's inspired me to start my own art blog :)

Sorry for my super late reply (this sat in my inbox for quite a while orz) but as I finally have a workflow I’m kind of comfortable in I’m very much willing to share it and try to explain some stuff ♡ I’m not sure what you mean by texturing my art, I guess I just paint? :’D So I’ll just explain how I build my image!

I work in Photoshop CC!

I always start out with a super rough sketch to get the idea down (this normally takes only some minutes): 

More steps under the cut!

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Aspirations

Originally posted by akookiepls

Prompt: As an aspiring rapper, you’ve always turned to your best friend Hyukwoo for help. But this problem seems too big to solve. On top of that, your boyfriend just broke up with you, leaving you needy and desperate. 

Genre: drabble

Word count: 4.8k

a/n: i wrote this a hella long time ago but i wanted to post it :))

I looked down at my phone, hoping hyukwoo had texted me saying he was nearby but the reflection of my plain wallpaper only stared back at me, almost mockingly. hyukwoo was always early to work; it no longer seemed like a coincidence that he was only late when he had to pick me up. I groaned, clutching my purse tighter and planned out all the curse words I was going to say to him when he arrived.

and here he was. “sorry I’m late,” said hyukwoo, as I climbed into the passenger’s seat of his car. “I was trying to get your caramel macchiato but the line was so long and it held me up.” he adjusted his snapback in the rearview mirror and drove out of the lot. I smiled, feeling a little better that he had been thoughtful enough to bring my favorite hot drink.

“where is it?” I asked, looking around.

“oh, I didn’t buy it,” he replied, checking his reflection again. “the line was too long so I just left.”

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My mind is still a cathedral of memories I dare not visit anymore. I still keep the key on the edge of my bed. Sometimes it was in a shape of a thunder, sometimes it was in a shape of a knife. Either way I am not giving it the power to hurt me anymore. We were seventeen and I like how it sounded. Until it was more than just that. I am sorry for mentioning the ending even before it ends; but I am not sorry for anything else. I wish I knew how to stay and I wish you knew how to ask. I still keep the key on the edge of my bed, but it became a reminder that you’re not coming back instead. That we’re just a lesson instead of a forever. Either way we’re playing hide and seek with our feelings and you are better at this than me. But at least the end is easier to process now. I guess when the tide comes, it either shallows you down or cleans you off. You ruin nothing. I can always go back. You still owe me so many things and repay me with this: please outgrow the pain. It is not your fault, or mine. Give space for you to heal. Love again. Love again. Love again. I know you’re going to be good at it.

anonymous asked:

aaa its the first time im on when the ask box is open and im happy holy shit okay so how about s/o waking up next to josuke,maybe some fluffy sleeping headcanons( like positions , pillow talks i guess ?whatever comes up in mind i suppose ) ? ive been thinking bout that and its in the way of my homework so i need to quench my fluff thirst

-First things first, if they fall asleep on Josuke’s bed they will feel blessed. His bedsheets smell wonderful (thanks Tomoko, Josuke wouldn’t even think of cleaning them himself) and his pillows smell as good as his hair. If they tell Josuke how much they like the way his bed smells, he will get embarrased and tell them that “It just smells like me, it’s not even that good…”

-Josuke loves pillow talk. Whenever he and his partner get on the bed, both of them would stare at the ceiling while talking about those subjects that you only talk on those special moments. “Where do we go when we die? Is the universe infinite? Do you believe in aliens? Mikitaka doesn’t count!”

-There’ll also be some playful pillow fights before going to bed! Josuke will end up pinning them down and tickling the heck out of them.

-Josuke would like if they fall asleep hugging him! He will let them use his arm as a pillow and will softly run his fingers through their hair until they fall aseep (if he doesn’t fall asleep first!)

-If he sleeps alone though, he will sleep in a semi-fetal position, always hugging a pillow. He’ll love hugging his partner instead tho

-If Josuke wakes up before his partner, he will shift a little and be extremely confused when he sees them by his side. No way, did he actually sleep with them?!

-He would feel like a total creep but couldn’t help staring at their sleeping face. They look so peaceful and beautiful? He will get a few strands of hair off of their face, and graze his fingers softly over their cheek. If they wake up in that moment, he may as well die from embarrassement.”A-ah, babe, i’m sorry! Didn’t mean to wake you up!” Rip Josuke.

-If they wake up before him, they can try and pester him a little in his sleep to see one of the cutests sides of Josuke. If they kiss his cheeks or lips, he will pout and let out a small ‘hmm’ while turning around, and if they start caressing him and tickle him slightly he will frown and let out groggy groans. It’s really cute!

-But wither way, he will blush once he is awake, giving them a sleepy grin. He will kiss their forehead while holding them close. “Hmm, good morning babe, did you sleep alright? I did y’know, feeling you by my side…. Ah! that was to cheesy, wasn’t it?”

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-Lettuce

Full breakdown on how I relate look what you made me do to all the past times I've been sexually assaulted

“ I don’t like your little games”

-When I was 11 and swimming in the public pool at the YMCA and this 30 year old man asked if he could play with me in the pool and pick me up and throw me in the water but he “had to touch me here first (he digitally raped me) ( I didnt even know what a Vagina is or does as that age)
-When I was 12 and my dads best friend who lived in my house would tell my parents he would watch after me when they went out but instead forcibly touched me and made me touch him. And he would bang on my bedroom door when I was pressing up against it shut because it didn’t have a lock, he would offer me to play outside with him on my trampoline just so he could be on top of me and suck in my nipples again but I screamed to leave me alone. When the guy in sophomore year of high school who I had my first real big crush on told me I could trust him so I told him all about my life and he was my first kiss but then right after, he threw me on the ground grabbed my hand and made me give him a hand job and then went around school taunting me by mocking me with my secrets I told him and told people I was a slut. And he call me during the middle of the night threatening that if I didn’t send him nudes he would make worse rumors and spread them around. When the 20 year old guy who took my virginity from me raped me when I was 16 tried to email me, text me and follow me on Instagram as if time passing had changed everything. BITCH DONT TALK TO ME.
When the guy who molested me outside of a bar gave me the excuse the next day that he was to drunk to know what he was doing even though I saw him get in his car and drive away and text me that night he made it home safe. IF YOURE SOBER ENOUGH TO DRIVE YOURE SOBER ENOUGH TO NOT SEXUALLY MOLEST SOMEONE WHO IS TO INTOXICATED TO STAND STRAIGHT.

” I don’t like your tilted stage “

AKA an uneven playing field.

When the guy who "had to” digitally rape me in the YMCA swimming pool knew i was to young to know what was happening to me and I was easy to listen to adults so he told me not tell anyone so I stayed quiet about it until I was 17.
-When the guy who was my dads best friend knew I was a caring kid and wouldnt tell anyone so my dad wouldn’t loose a friend so he took advantage of me. And when I finally told my dad and he made his friend come to the house to confront him DUDE WAS SPEAKING 100% Spanish so I couldnt know what he was saying against me.
-When the guy I trusted in high school majorly taunted me outside school and was so sneaky about how he did on school grounds so he wouldnt get in trouble
-When the guy who raped me at age 16 asked me if i was ready and I said “I dont know, I think I am” but he was controlling and forceful and went on top of me and I hated it and was to scared to run away or tell him to get off me.
-When the guy who molested me outside the bar did it where no one could see and theres not cameras so there was no proof and he apologized the next day.

“The role you made me play, of the fool, no I dont like you”
All of these people made me play the delusional crazy girl whose making shit up for attention

“ i don’t like your perfect crime,
How you laugh when you lie

-When I was tired of staying silent for ten years so I finally decided to report something horrible happening to me , at the age of 22 sobbing in the car feeling worthless and like nothing but a sex toy, like my feelings dont matter because all Ill ever be is my body and nothing more, I picked up the phone and called the police, they told me that because I was talking to the guy in the bar before him molesting me he probably thought I wanted it so they told me I should accept his apology. They told me that because I cant remember because I was to intoxicated to remember clearly if he forcibly grabbed my hand and put it down his pants or if I put my hands down there it doesn’t even count as sexual assault. Even tho I KNO I was screaming to get out.

"You said the gun was mine, isn’t cool, no, I don’t like you”(oh!)

They always tell you to report things but then when you do they dont do anything to help

“But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time, Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time”

-After being denied of reporting my most recent sexual assault I was in hysterics sobbing in my car realizing that anyone can do anything they want to me and feel like such a low life and absolutely nothing and get away with it. Snot and tears were everywhere and I was messaging my friends saying I cant live like this anymore, whats the point? When Im just going to be tossed from guy to guy simply for their pleasure while they take my dignity from me, when all I get is cat called and harassed and pressured to give myself to them
I lifted my head up and realize that if 22 year old erica can’t get justice then 11year -16 year old Erica can, NO MATTER what those abusers say to deny it or beat around the bush they WILL go fucking down because I was a MINOR. And theyre not getting out of it with that crime

“I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined”

-after realizing im gonna come for blood I picked up the phone and called up the police dept and said I’m reporting a sexual assault from 10 years ago and this was at midnight when the police showed up at my house to get a written statement and proceeded to list off every other time I was sexually assaulted . To which the officer accused me of “cop shopping” BITCH YEA. Because I didn’t get what I wanted from the first one. BITCH YOU RIGHT IM GONNA KEEP REPORTING IT UNTIL SOMEONE LISTENS.

“I check it once, then I check it twice, oh”

-Did they really sexually assault me if I didnt scream “no” and “rape” and push and shove my way out ? Yes okay ! Just gotta double check I know what happened to me before others tell me over exaggerating!

“Ooh, look what you made me
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me
Look what you just made me do”

-the next morning after listing off these names to the rude police officer I slept until noon, got up in my grown up boss ass outfit, got in my red buggy and zoomed to the YMCA with my sunglasses feeling like a bad ass scene from a movie, I catwalked into the YMCA to the chorus of LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO and I said I need to see a manager and report an incident then that manager came over and I told her everything that happened in that public pool to me and she was dumb founded because they have a “no tolerance policy”

“I don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me, you asked me for a place, locked me out then threw a feast (WHAT?!)”

-Every single one of these manipulating sexual abusers have affected me in so many ways for the rest of my life. I went to couseling in high school and my recent new Doctor , those two told me that a lot of how I act, talk and think has to do with the after affects and symptoms of being sexually abused and that a portion in my FUCKING BRAIN paused on developing and has a fog over it and cant pay attention to things and I am easily forgetful and space out way more often than the normal person. I DONT LIKE HOW THESE SICK FUCKS HAVE THE KEYS TO THE PERSON I AM TODAY. I don’t like that the like psychos who molested me when I was a pre teen took something from me I never had,finding myself at such a crucial age and my confidence I had as a kid.

“The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama.”

While I’ve been in the deep state of depression and feeling empty I stand there and notice how everyone else lives goes on and theyre happy mean while Im dead on the inside

“But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma”

-But while Im standing there feeling like everyone can just pretend like it never happened to me even when I told them , I cant help but think of the the sexual abusers getting put in jail or getting their lives taken away from them because they deserve that.

“And then the world moves on, but one things for sure
Maybe I got mine, but you all get yours”

-Maybe for now my karma for trying to go out for fun was to be molested by a boy ll be punished for what you did.

“ I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I dont trust nobody and nobody trusts me”

-when the boy in high school spread all these awful rumors about me and showed the nudes I sent him (because he threatened me) to his classes, I lost friends at school , no one wanted to talk to me and in return I was left being fearful for the rest of my life that anyone could leave me at any moment. .. “ I don’t trust nobody”
-I turned to all the people whose ever told me “ I’ll be there for you if you ever need anything "but when that something i need is to tell someone about how I was sexually assaulted they tell everything except things that will actually lift my soul up and make me feel better but no one cares enough to actually check up on me after hearing a horrible traumatic thing happening to me because I don’t have the energy to come to people myself every day and come forward on how low I feel. I had people tell me to "just go home” when I’d call them up sobbing in my car and ask them if I could come over for them to comfort me. I’ve had people literally leave me because I confronted them about only sending me a sad face or “I’m sorry” and nothing more. LIKE. MAYBE SEND ME THE CLEAN SOEECH IDK. I’m desperate to hear some words of encouragement but no people HATE confrontation So much they’ll just leave me instead of owning up and offering me anything more then a sad face through a text and their sympathy.

“I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams”

-Im coming for revenge , I’m gonna make you pay for what you did to me so I’ll be in your nightmares

“I’m sorry the old Erica can’t come to the phone right now, why? OH , cuz she’s dead”

It’s been months since I was sexually assaulted last and the scared old fragile me is dead and I’m becoming this new fierce woman who protects myself.

I have two open sexual assault cases open right now and I’m looking for mental health help and okay, I’m overly distracted , it’s like there’s this fog over my mind and I can’t see or think clearly and it’s affecting my every day life, I can’t do well at work and when I’m in a normal conversation , and cry myself to sleep when I feel worthless. But I’ve found time can heal most anything.

P.s Taylor I admire you so much for defending yourself during your sexual assault trial, I heard you got sassy.. I would have to… it’s pretty annoying when you have to relive the incident numerous amount of times and people don’t believe you so you have to say it over and over again until you just start to cry because you just want justice.

My parents didn’t report to the police about the guy who was my dads best friend touching me when I was 12 because they knew all the interviews and questions I would be asked and they didn’t want me to relive it m, I was 12 and scared….. 10 years later I got the guts to do but only because i can’t live like his anymore unneeded something to matter so i went for justice, I had a interview for a detective and police man in an office in the police station, it was video recorded and everything, they asked me about every little detail of all the 4 times he molested me, it was awful and I cried so much during the whole thing I told them how he took something away from me I never really had as a 12 year old.. my confidence and finding who I am. And saying that out loud made me cry even more but I felt like it was necessary to say so they could believe me and see how much he hurt me. They said it’s going to take a long to time to be able to find the him and when they do I need to be prepared for him to deny it and if so we might go to court. I Do NOT have the money for that at all but taylor, I heard you are donating to foundations that help girls defend themselves and I might have to use that and in SO BEYOND THANKFUL. For those foundations and for you helping out.

They thanked me for my time and as the detective walked me out to the the main door she said “ maybe you’ll be able to inspire other girls and let them know it’s never to late to report it” and in that moment I felt so inspired… now I feel SO passionate about being a mental health advocate, I have my AA degree so I’ll be going back to college and get my psychology degree. I’m gonna kick ass.

P.s.s I’m sorry if this post triggered anyone with anything I talked about but I really wanted to let taylor know how I relate to her music

P.s.s Taylor i am SO sorry for what you had to go through being sexually assaulted, it really does turn a light off on your personality and I wish I could just take all your pain away, you have been there for me through EVERYTHING and I just want to be there for you and hold your hands through every step . @taylorswift

It's The Little Things // 11:38 PM

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: fluff

Prompt: you’ve had a long hard day and were upset over small things. Tom, being the most caring boyfriend, knows just how to cheer you up.

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The door clicked shut behind you as you headed into your condo. The lights were on in the living room when you walked through, your boyfriend was sitting on one of the couches. He turned his head to smile at you as you threw your work bag onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh.

“Long day?” He asked, watching with a furrowed brow.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” You answered. Your day consisted of many people, too much vomit, and multiple different spill mishaps.

“Why don’t you go have a hot bath? I’ve got dinner cooking.” Tom said, reaching his hand over to you and pulled you in front of him as he still sat on the couch. Your lips were in a pout as Tom dragged you over.

“I guess,” you sighed, looking down at your boyfriend. His eyes wandered from your hands, that were entwined with his, up to your eyes.

Tom stood to his feet swiftly, reaching your height and kissing you. You laughed softly against his lips. You weren’t expecting him to kiss you, especially right after work. Knowing that you smelt mostly of bodily fluids and chemicals. (You worked as an RN).

You stepped back to give Tom a small smile. “I’m going to shower.” He nodded in response as you headed to the bathroom to wash away the days smell.

It took you only 15 minutes to feel somewhat clean. Then you headed out to the living room where Tom was no longer. Wandering into the kitchen, Tom had set the small kitchen table with your dinner set out. He turned to you as you walked in, giving you a small Tom Holland small.

“Hello, beautiful.” He said to you in his wonderfully rough, yet somehow soft, voice.

“Hi,” your own voice wavered. Seeing Tom like this always made you emotional. Given that fact that you were always emotionally unstable, your boyfriend made that more intense.

Tom made you nervous. But it was a good kind of nervous. He swept you off your feet and left your breathless in the best possible way. And he did it every day. No matter it being his adorable, groggy morning voice, to his sassy attitude when it came to choosing dinner plans. Tom Holland made you fall in love with him slowly, and then all at once. Everyday.

“Hungry?” Tom offered, pulling out your chair for you. Giving him a small smile, you took the seat. Tom sat opposite you and began to eat.

“How was your day, love?” He asked, watching as you poked at your food but didn’t eat it.

“Uhm. Horrible, honestly.” You snorted in annoyance. Something you usually did when you were cranky.

“Why’s that?” You knew Tom was just trying to help, and make you feel better. But him asking about your day only made you relieve every bad thing that had happened throughout the day.

“I don’t really feel like talking about it.” You answered shortly. Tom eyed you cautiously before continuing to eat his dinner. No more words were exchanged as the dinner grew on.

After dinner, Tom cleaned the kitchen up as you headed into the living room. The tv was shut off as you sat on the couch, clouded up in your own head, not realising that Tom came into the living room 10 minutes later. You watched silently as he switched the tv on and out in a movie. He sat down slowly beside you, like as if he moved any faster you would have bit him.

The tv flashed with movie previews before going to the direct screen play. Tom even more slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you against him. You willingly rested your head on his chest as the movie rolled out to play, you recognised the music immediately as Descendants started play.

“Disney movies?” You inquired as you turned your head up to look at Toms face. He only smiled in return, leaning his head down to peck you on the lips.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” Tom said softly. You only snuggled closer to him in response. Perfectly content with the night that played out.

Originally posted by spideycentral

Ahhhh, sorry it’s been so long!

First off, no, I’m not inactive! I just had to take a little break.  So I actually decided to leave my job that I worked at for the past three years (I’m a salaried employee working in finance - which probably makes me an old person compared to most of the people on tumblr - I’m 24).  I liked the actual work, and the pay was really high, but they absolutely treated me horribly.  And I just put up with it because of the salary.  But it got to the point where I was really dreading going to work, and just completely miserable, even after I got home.  So, I decided to just give up on that job, and look for a new one….and I was able to get a new job with 24 hours, and the salary is even higher than my last job! I really should’ve done that sooner.  Anyway, I’ve been working crazy hours getting properly trained.  Plus, we (boyfriend, corgi, and I) are going to move closer to my new job, so I’ve had zero free time (my new job is randomly around the block from my bf’s job, so the move will cut both our commute times considerably).  Anyway,  this weekend is the first time in awhile that I’ll actually have some free time!  Sorry I haven’t been able to scanlate lately!  I don’t think I’ve even read any manga in the past few weeks.  I don’t think I’ve ever taken a break from reading manga at all in the past few years (that should really emphasize how busy I was).  I have a million messages at this point, and I really don’t think I can get to them all.  I’m assuming most of them were asking if I was still active, and [demanding to know] when I would release something.  I will try to finish up chapter 3 of My Tongue in Your Mouth (the Nyannya project) this weekend.  The raws are done, it’s cleaned, and uncensored. 

And lastly, I feel like I haven’t done the “random-picture-at-the-end-of-my-post” thing in awhile, so here’s one from my Daria magazine from a few months ago!  I haven’t gotten around to scanlating this series yet (I kinda really want to know which direction this manga is going in first - as not much as happened in the first three chapters).

Photo Credit: Red Beryl ni Sayonara (Michinoku Atami)  

DATING GTOP

★they’ll drive you to the brink of insanity

★or will act as if you’re the most precious gem in the world

★you’re treated like royalty     

★you never go to the same place twice for a date  

★each day they have their ten minutes of silliness

★where they either run around your home

★or jump on you and tickle you

★or where one of them pins you down while the other blows raspberries on your stomach

★no matter which ones

★it’s always filled with laughter 

★your own cheerleaders  

★if you ever feel bad about yourself

★or say something negative about yourself  

★honey you better put that lil peach of yours in a seat  

★and prepare for them to give you a god damn presentation on the following:   

★how kind you are

★how funny you are

★how loving you are

★how much they love you

★how much happiness you bring into their lives

★how you’re the most stunning thing their eyes have ever seen 

★it’s constantly been updated

★they let you wear their clothes

★scrap that

★they entourage you to wear their clothes

★’why would i wear a three grand shirt to lay in bed and watch tv all day?’

★’because you’ll be so cute and cozy’

★when you do wear their clothes

★3428394234 pictures are taken

★’leave me alone!’

★’one more!’

★’you said that thirty pictures ago!’

★’YOU LOOK SO CUTE SHUT UP AND POSE FOR US’

★having the two goofs trying to fit in your lap to cuddle

★they end up pouting

★and curling into your sides

★don’t get jealous when other people talk to you

★only when you do something with the other

★for example

★you and seunghyun were cuddling while jiyong was off doing whatever

★bitch jiyong fucking r a n

★he’d be back at the apartment

★eyeing the two of you

★’what’re you doing?’

★’i’m cuddling my boyfriend’

★’you have two boyfriends’

★’well if he other one didn’t run off at seven am i’d be cuddling my two boyfriends’ 

★he’d strip down and join you

★they go all out on dates

★suits

★fancy place

★’can’t we just go to a movie instead?’

★’YOU NEED THE BEST’

★the only time they won’t go all out on dates

★is when one of you is ill

★then it’s all in pyjamas

★with take out

★and lots of blankets

★you’re inspo for 70% of their songs

★they get really shy about it

★they go squish if you show interest in things that they like

★’tell me about this painting?’

★they’ll just asdhafldskl;

★and completely forget everything they know about art 

nsfw from here

★these two  

★oh boy 

★they’ll pound you until you’re unable to walk 

★or will spend hours making the slowest, most romantic love ever

★there’s no inbetween

★toys 

★lots of toys

★seeing you writhe on the bed

★limbs tied to the posts

★with a toy in you 

★turns them on so much

★they l o v e seeing you in lace

★often bring things home for you to wear

★don’t get attached though

★it’ll probably get ripped

★dirty talk holy shit

★’you sound so pretty when you fuck yourself against a toy’

★’i bet you wish it was us’

★double penetration

★both of them being inside of you at the same time is their fave

★’you’re taking up so well’

★’do you like it when we stretch you like this?’

★’i bet you feel so full’ 

★AFTERCARE KINGSSSSSSS

★’baby, you good?’

★’yeah’

★’jiyongs gone to get food’ 

★one of them helps you clean up and get dressed

★while the other prepares you food

★if you even try moving after

★you’re met with a lecture

★on how you should relax

i love oversized clothing. they are comfy and i don’t feel bad in them.

i have complicated relationship with how i dress up. i don’t want people to look or talk to me so i hide in big things that hide as much as possible. wish i could walk around in what i want, tho.

Without A Trace Part 4

Originally posted by profiler-in-training

A/N: This one got away from me, both in length and in the time that it took me to write. For some reason, I was having a hard time getting it to go in the direction I had intended and to sound the way I wanted it to. Regardless I am happy with it now so here it is. 

Warnings: not really anything other than a little bit of angst toward the end

Rating: T

Word count: 3.5K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3


The night was mostly uneventful, the drugs in your system kept you sedated for most of the night. Aaron woke up around 9:00 when Dave came in with two cups of coffee. “Where’s the team?” he asked, graciously accepting the caffeine.

“On their way up, Morgan and Emily wanted to stop by the gift shop,” Rossi replied chuckling.

“Did you bring-”

“Yes, I dropped off your bag around midnight. The two of you were out cold and still holding hands like you are now,” Rossi mentioned nonchalantly. Aaron rolled his eyes.

“Lay off,” he muttered and sipped his coffee. You stirred as a result of the talking and the fact that Morgan opened to door.

“Hey there sunshine,” Derek said holding his big bouquet of flowers.

“Hey yourself,” you muttered, slowly opening your eyes. “What are those for?”

“You silly girl,” he chuckled, as the rest of the team walked in with their purchases. Reid and JJ were caring two bags of candy, and Emily had a giant stuffed bear.

“All for the plane ride home,” she told you and set it one of the chairs. “I just hope the good doctor over there doesn’t eat it all before we get to the plane, as he has already finished two bags of mini M&M’s.”

“You know I have a sweet tooth,” Spencer said, defending himself. You chuckled as the whole team laughed.

“Oh wait, someone wants to say hello,” Morgan said and pulled Penelope up on FaceTime.

“Hello my perfect angel!” she shrieked, from the phone. You smiled at your friend.

“Hi, Penny.”

“How are you feeling? And when are you people bringing our my perfect friend home to me?”

“Knock knock,” Dr. Smith said as he walked in the room.

“Oh, is that the doctor he probably has my answer? Turn me, turn me,” she demanded. Morgan laughed and turned the camera back around to face him.

“One sec baby girl, I’ll relay the information to you when he gets done,” Derek said and muted her. Judging by the face she was making, she was not very happy.

“How are we feeling this morning?” the doctor asked you.

“Um, better I guess mainly sore. Boys little help here,” you muttered. You gripped Hotch and Rossi’s arms as they helped you sit up.  

“Well, that was to be expected. Although, tomorrow will probably be worse. Now, we need to discuss who I am releasing you to,” he replied. Your face fell slightly.

“I don’t-”

“You can release her to the team for the time being. If you need a name to put on the form, use mine. We can discuss who’s care we will leave her in once we get back to Virginia,” Hotch said and effectively cutting you off.

“Great, I’ll bring a few other things in and line up the release paperwork,” Dr. Smith replied, walking out.

“Ok, please tell me that someone got my go-”

“Way ahead of you girl,” Emily replied placing your bag by your feet. You started to stretch for it, but Hotch took pity on you and moved the bag into your lap.

“Boys out, I need to get changed,” you said and pulled a long white t-shirt and a pair of black leggings.

“But Baby Girl, I could definitely help you with that,” Morgan teased. You narrowed your eyes at him and playfully swatted at his shoulder. Derek raised his hands in defeat and filed out of the room with the rest of the boys. JJ pulled the curtains shut in front of the windows, and Emily moved the bag out of your lap. You started trying to pull at the hospital gown over your head but winced at the sharp pain that shot up your back.

“Ok, this is humiliating. Will you guys help me?” you asked, hanging your head slightly. Emily and JJ just smiled at you. They both helped ease the gown over your head.

“Hey, hey. Would you stop rushing? You’re going to hurt yourself,” Emily scolded, as you yanked the shirt over your head and grimaced at the pain.

“This is embarrassing, and feel so weak and pitiful right now,” you mumbled as she guided your arm into the sleeve.

“Hey,” JJ said and sat down next to you, “It’s ok to feel like that right now and no one is going to think less of you for it. When I was kidnapped, for a solid three weeks after the team brought me home I couldn’t do anything for myself. There were somedays that Will had to carry me from the bedroom to the kitchen to make sure I ate something, and there were days where he just held me while I cried. It’s not embarrassing to lean on others. We all need people to take care of us sometimes,” she explained, smiling at you. Emily helped you slip your feet into your leggings and you pulled them up.

“There’s our girl,” Emily chuckled as you smiled at them.

“Aaron kissed me,” you said quietly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“What?” JJ shrieked.

“No, when? What happened?” Emily demanded sitting next to you.

“There’s not much to tell,” you muttered playing with your hands.

“Bull. You don’t get to blurt that out and then brush it off. Now, spill,” JJ whined.

“Ok, ok, but you can’t tell anyone, and by anyone I mean Penelope.”

“Oh c’mon she ships you two so hardcore and she hates being out of the loop,” JJ reminded you.

“Yes, but she can’t keep a secret. She will tell Derek, who will tell Reid, and Rossi will find out somehow. Aaron and I  haven’t talked about this yet, and I don’t even know what it is or if-”

“(Y/N), we get it. Mouths shut. Just tell us, we beg you,” Emily pleaded, as JJ figuratively “zipped” her lips shut. You giggled at your friends.

“Ok, so he decided to spend the night at the hospital with me, even though I told him he didn’t have to. Then we started talking about the argument we got into at the station, and thence said something about feelings clouding judgment. He quickly tried to backtrack, but I wouldn’t let it go. So I started rambling, kinda like Reid does but I didn’t sound anywhere near as smart. I’m pretty sure that it was at this point that I said something about loving him and the two of us dancing around each other at work, and then he kissed me,” you explained.

“Aw,” they both cooed smiling from ear to ear.

“That’s so sweet and so Aaron,” JJ commented.

“So what are you going to do?” Emily asked.

“I don’t know, like I said we didn’t really get a chance to talk about it. I passed out from exhaustion a few minutes later,” you muttered frustratedly.

“Well, I think-” Emily started but was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you called. Dr. Smith opened the door and pulled back the curtain.

“Well, well, am I interrupting girl talk?” he teased.

“Eh, it’s fine as long as you’ve brought the paperwork to my freedom,” you replied.

“Not quite,” those forms are at the nurse’s station. This is for your arm,” he said and handed you a sling, while he disconnected your IV.

“Oh, Dr. Smith, please don’t make me use that. My shoulder feels fine without one,” you pleaded.

“Sorry darling,” he said, helping you settle your arm into it so your shoulder was supported. “But you only have to wear it for one week and I have a bag of supplies that you’ll need to care for your back.”

“Oh right,” you sighed. The three of you listened to Dr. Smith explain how many times you were supposed to change the dressing on your back, what you were supposed to put on it, how you were supposed to clean it, and a variety of other things. As he walked out, you looked anxiously at the massive bag of medical supplies he’d left behind.

“It’s gonna be ok,” JJ reminded you and squeezed your hand.

“I know,” you muttered. “I just hard not feel like I’m-”

“Knock knock,” Derek interrupted, wheeling a wheelchair in with him. “Who’s ready to get the hell out of here and on a plane back home?” You sighed and Emily looked at you sympathetically.

“We’ll talk when we get back,” she whispered and kissed your forehead.

“What are we interrupting something?” Spencer asked, as he and Hotch joined you in the room.

“No, no, just some girl talk no worries. I’m ready to go,” you chirped plastering a tense smile on your face.

“Alright, in you go,” Aaron said pushing the wheelchair over toward the side of your bed. You rolled your eyes.

“C’mon, I can walk. I did not break my leg, so I am perfectly capable of walking to the nurse’s station,” you said, trying to stand to emphasize your point; however, you didn’t realize how woozy you were still going to be. You collapsed into Aaron as soon as your feet touched the hospital floor. Hotch quickly wrapped his arms around you, trying to avoid your squeezing your back.

“Now, you have two options. You can sit in the chair, or I can carry you to the nurse’s station and then to the car. Your choice,” he whispered into your ear. You swore you felt your face go ten shades of red darker and willingly let him set you in the chair. Emily and JJ were both grinning impishly, while everyone else looked slightly confused. “Wise choice,” he muttered victoriously. You rolled your eyes and turned your head to glare at him, as he pushed you to the nurse’s station. You signed all the paperwork and soon were on your way out to the jet. Hotch had set you in the Black SUV, despite your many protests. Morgan and Reid loaded the bags, as Emily JJ and Rossi walked up the stairs and onto the jet. Aaron shut the engine off and turned around to look in the back seat where you were sitting. He jogged around to your side and opened your door. “Can you walk or shall I carry you?”

“If you pick me up and throw me over your shoulder, so help me god-,” you growled.

“Alright, alright, suit yourself,” he relented as you grabbed his hand to steady yourself as you slid out of the car. You wobbled slightly and slid your hand up his arm for better support.

“Ow,” you muttered slowly taking a few steps.

“You know-”

“Ok, ok, I give. Just help me,” you muttered. Aaron chuckled and slid an arm around your waist and the other under your knees. He slowly stood and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Drop me and I will kill you,” you mumbled. Aaron smiled cheekily at you. He adjusted his arms and accidentally brushed against one of the cigarette burns. You immediately flinched slightly away from him.

“Sorry,” he apologized and brushed his lips against the side of your head.

“It’s fine,” you replied, as he started walking up the stairs to the jet. “Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“Are we going to talk about what happened?” you asked hesitantly. He tensed slightly.

“We will when we get back home,” he replied, as you boarded the jet. Hotch set you down on the couch, where JJ and Emily had laid out a blanket and two pillows. He helped you arrange the pillows in a way that made you the most comfortable and tucked the blanket around you. The jet ride home was pretty uneventful. You spent your time alternating between napping and talking. Emily and JJ sat with you and painted your toenails. Reid read A Tale of Two Cities, Mansfield Park, and Moby Dick. Morgan talked to Penelope, and Rossi and Hotch spent most of the time filling out the paperwork. You got back to Quantico around midnight. The team started filing off the plane, leaving you and Aaron alone.

“I’m starting to think that they plan to do this to me,” you muttered, standing. You were feeling much more steady on your feet after your nap but the pain was starting to set in. “Hey, did we decide who I was staying with until I figure out how to get a family member up here? I’m hoping that was one of the topics that was discussed while I was sleeping,” you asked scratching the back of your neck.

“Well, I was planning on staying with you tonight and then we could take it day by day from there. I thought that maybe we could you know talk,” he replied, pulling both your bags out of the overhead bins.

“Um, yeah that sounds nice,” you muttered and headed for the exit, Hotch following close behind. Morgan helped you get down the stairs without falling and then Emily walked you over to Aaron’s car.

“So, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased.

“Not like I could do any of those things right now, or that he would want to do them with me now,” you replied quietly.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing, sorry. Just thinking out loud,” you replied quickly, plastering a fake smile on your face. Emily narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow at you, but didn’t say anything. She opened the door of the car and you quickly climbed inside. Hotch tossed your bag in the trunk and got inside the car.

“Ready?”

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed smiling at him. He smiled and put the car in drive. “Hey, you don’t have to pick up Jack tonight?”

“No, I called Jessica yesterday and she’s keeping him for the rest of the night and taking him to school in the morning. He’s sleeping over at a friend’s house tomorrow,” Aaron explained as he started driving toward your apartment.

“Ha sounds like fun. I remember being that young and having those innocent sleepovers. Not that I don’t have sleepovers anymore, but I can hardly call what Penny, Emily, JJ, and I do innocent,” you giggled.

“How so?”

“Somehow I don’t think I can all drinking a pitcher of margaritas and downing tequila shots, while watching some steamy chick flicks innocent,” you clarified.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he agreed, chuckling, “But I do think that you could say that we are having a sleepover of sorts.”

“Indeed, although no drinking. I don’t think I’m allowed considering all the medications that I’m currently on,” you laughed.

“Speaking of the meds, what do we need to do to your back when we get to your apartment?”

“Um, well the doctor said that I’m supposed to take the antibiotics twice a day so I need to have those, then change the bandages for my back and lovely stab wound and put some of the medicated cream stuff on it,” you listed off counting the tasks on your fingers. Aaron gripped the steering wheel a little tighter at the mention of the stab wound. You placed your hand on his arm. “Hey, c’mon please don’t beat yourself up about that.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, trying to relax the tension in his shoulders but failing miserably. “It’s just hard to think that if I had taken the shot a few seconds earlier you wouldn’t have gotten quite so hurt. I happen to care a lot about you.”

“I care about you too,” you replied as he pulled into the parking lot. Aaron grinned at you and hopped out of the car to grab your bags. You climbed out of the car and started toward the doors of you apartment building thanking god you lived on the first floor, waiting for Aaron. He followed close behind and you fished the keys out of your go bag’s front pocket. You opened the door and walked in, so happy to be home. Aaron walked in behind you and set the two bags down on the couch. “So I’m going to go and grab some pajamas out of my room. Make yourself comfortable,” you told him and hurried off toward your room. You opened your dresser and grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and an old band t-shirt. “Breathe (Y/N), just breathe,” you thought to yourself, and put the shorts on. You didn’t bother to change the shirt yet because you were going to have to change the bandages which would necessitate it coming back off. You walked back into the living room. Aaron had already changed into sweats and a fitted black t-shirt. He’d taken all the med supplies out and laid them out on the couch.

“Um, the shirt is going to have to come off,” he muttered trying to phrase that in a way that didn’t sound that overtly sexual or just wrong.

“I know,” you replied and slid your arm out of the sling. You slipped the t-shirt over your head. You sat down on the couch with your back to him. Aaron walked over and slowly started unwinding the bandages, trying to not hurt you in any way. You tensed as you realized he was coming to the last layer of bandages. Feeling them slowly fall away from your back, a few tears slid down your cheeks. The cuts on your back were an angry red and ran almost the entire length of your back from your shoulder down to near the end of your spine. The stab wound was much smaller, about a one-inch long cut that was right under your ribs on the left side. It was just much deeper than the slits on your back.

“Are you ok?” he asked, hesitantly.

“No, I feel ugly and disgusting,” you mumbled harshly. Aaron shook his head and gently started putting the medicated cream on the slits on your back. You tried not to flinch away when he touched you, still jumping slightly. Finishing with that step, he started rewrapping the bandages around your torso. He handed you one side and you held it down on your stomach. Aaron secured the bandage once he was done and you mentally sighed in relief, relishing in the fact that you were covered again. He walked over and knelt down in front of you.

“(Y/N).”

“Aaron,” you mimicked humorlessly. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you done?”

“Maybe.”

“(Y/N), listen to me. This does not define you. Those scars and what he did to you do not define you. They-”

“You don’t get it!” you snapped. “You don’t get it, Aaron. You don’t understand that every time I’m alone or close my eyes I see him. I was so sedated at the hospital that I slept through the night, but on the jet I could only nap for short periods of time because I see his eyes and I remember what it felt like when he was running the scalpel up and down my back, going a little deeper every time. He told me that I was worthless and I should go home to do my job, which was apparently to be a housewife who took care of the house and sleeps with her husband like a good woman. He has scarred me in multiple ways and all I feel when I think about myself is dirty and filthy.” Aaron grimaced when he heard you talk about Owens. Wordlessly, he started pulling up his shirt. “What are you doing?” you asked trying not to stare at him. Aaron slipped the shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. He grabbed your hand placed it on his lower abdomen on one of the scars that Foyet had given him years ago.

“You know how I got this and the rest of them. I could’ve let this stop me from doing my job, but if I did that he would have won. I could’ve lost Jack and then my life would have been over. He would’ve taken everything from me, but the team wouldn’t let me give up. They helped me get back on my feet and finally put it behind me. I will never be able to forget what Foyet did to me, my family, the team, but these,” he said pressing your hand against his stomach, “are not signs of weakness. What happened to you will haunt you but the scars he gave you are signs of what you survived. They do not make you dirty or weak. It’s not going to be easy, but please don’t shut me out. Let me and the team help you get through this,” he pleaded looking into your eyes. You broke down into sobs, feeling guilty about your outburst. Aaron gathered you up into his arms and let you cry.

“I love you,” you sniffled.

“I love you too,” he replied kissing your forehead. You tilted your head up and brushed your lips against his softly. Neither of you made a move to deepen the kiss, knowing that all of the things that could come after the kissing were out of the question due to your current state. “I’m going to go get you some water so you can take your medication, then we should get some rest,” he mumbled against your lips before pulling back. You smiled at him as he walked into your kitchen and brought back a glass of water for you. You quickly took your meds and slipped Aaron’s shirt over your head. He raised an eyebrow at you again.

“What? I’m comfortable and you look damn sexy, so this is my attempt to keep you without a shirt for as long as possible,” you teased, smiling cheekily at him. He chuckled, shaking his head at you before he picked you up and carried you to your room. He set you down gently on your bed and you slid under the covers. “In,” you commanded and pointed to the other side of the bed. Aaron rolled his eyes but obeyed climbing in beside you. You snuggled into his chest and he gently wrapped his arms around you, the two of you slowly drifting off to sleep.

Together

Originally posted by nct127

Description: You’re on We Got Married with Taeyong PT. 3

Warning: None

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“This is it.” Taeyong said, pointed to a large white house the two of you were approaching. “Right there.”
The two of you had, after you stopped ignoring Taeyong for messing with your panties, went to his dorm to gather his things. True to his word, in the mix of packing, he had flung a pair of his boxers at you, almost collapsing in laughter when you screamed and yelled, throwing the cloth across the room, acting as if it had bit you. That led to you ignoring him and giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the time he took packing and the drive to the honeymoon house, up until he pulled into the driveway of the home you would be staying in for the next few months.

WGM Question Time
Q: How did you feel about your wife giving you the silent treatment the first day?

Taeyong: “Well I know she was just playing, she couldn’t be that upset over clean underwear, could she? Either way, it’s not that bad, she’s quite cute when she pouts.”

WGM Question Time
Q: Was the underwear incident worth giving your husband the silent treatment?

You: “Not really, but I’m going to punish him. I mean, it was one thing to touch my underwear, but to throw his at my face? Who does that?”

“Do you want to go check out the house while I grab the bags?” Taeyong asked once he parked the car, looking at you in the passenger’s seat.
“Sure.” You shrugged, watching his as he dug the key out of his pocket and handing it to you. Taking the key, you left him at the car and trekked up the sidewalk, pausing at the front door. Turning the key in the lock, you gently pushed the door open, and were surprised to see a fully furnished living room, and from what you could see, the kitchen was done as well. Stepping inside, glancing around at the living room, Taeyong entered behind you, dropping some of the bags near the door.
“Looks like they decorated for us.” Taeyong commented, walking further into the house, inspecting the clean bathroom, fully stocked fridge, until you came across the single bedroom, that you two would share…with a card taped to the door. Plucking it from the door and opening it, he read out loud for the two of you.

Dear newlyweds,
Welcome to your honeymoon house.
As you know, you will remain here for the next 4 months.
We(the WGM crew) took it upon ourselves to decorate the house for you, as a gift to the newly wed couple.
We however, did not decorate the bedroom you will be sharing.
Because after all, every couple should design the most relaxing room in the house together.
In this envelope, you will find a credit card, with a fixed amount of money.
Once settled, the two of you should head out and work together to decorate your bedroom.

“Well,” Taeyong sighed, tucking the credit card in his pocket and opening the bedroom door, revealing a completely plain room. There were a few items. A simple stand, lamp, dresser, and a large bed. Other than that, the room was completely bare. There wasn’t even pillows on the bed. “I guess we’re going back out?”
“Looks like it.” You groaned, following him out the house, making sure to lock it, and back in the car for a trip to the store.

“What do you think about these?” Taeyong asked, holding up a pair of dark curtains. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly like waking up at the crack of dawn thanks to the sunlight coming through the window.”
“Good idea, put it in the cart, I’ll be back.” You said. “I want to find something.”
“Alright, hurry back.” He turned his attention back to different blankets, sheets, and pillow cases while you disappeared in another isle. Trailing down the clothing isle, glancing at the items on the racks, you spotted pajama sets.
Don’t couples have matching clothes? You wondered, picking up a cute set of His and Her pajamas, and tucking them under your arm. I hope these fit him.
Returning back to his side, Taeyong again asked your opinion on just having all black bedding, saying it was easier to keep unstained.
“That’s fine.” You smiled, burying the pajamas under the curtains, a surprise for him later.
The two of you slowly wandered through the store, picking up oddball nicknacks to decorate your bedroom, a little photo album and instant camera so you could take pictures throughout your marriage, a few candles, bathroom necessities, and a few snacks before checking out. Taeyong stood in front of you, giving you an opportunity to take the pajamas and hide them behind your back while he checked out. As he was bagging our items, you handed the set to the cashier, quickly paying before he could catch you before the two of you loaded the bags into the car, and were on your way back to your new home.
The next couple hours were spent putting your bedroom together, helping Taeyong make the bed, hang the curtains, before unpacking your own possessions that had been left by the door. When the two of you finally finished, the sun was setting as you pretty much collapsed on the newly made bed, out of breath and exhausted.
“Are you hungry?” Taeyong asked, bringing his hand up to wipe a trail of sweat from his forehead.
“Absolutely starving.” You sighed, brushing hair from your face.
“Should we eat and call it a night?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Alright, I’m going to wash up before cooking, do you want to shower first?” He asked, turning his gaze towards you.
“No, you go ahead, I’ll shower in the morning.”
“Okay. I won’t take long.” He grumbled when he dragged himself from the comfort of the bed and sluggishly made his way to the bathroom. The second you heard the shower click on, you flew from the bed and ran to grab the pajamas set that you had hidden in a kitchen drawer. Stumbling back into the bedroom, the sound of the shower still going, you hurriedly swapped our your day clothes for the pajamas, and left Taeyong’s on the bed with a little note while you went to cook while he showered.
How nice of the crew to stock up the fridge. You thought, pulling out some meat, some vegetables, and rice, quietly cooking while you listened for when the shower would finish. And that moment came when you were plating the food, setting the plates on the kitchen table. You could hear him pause in the bedroom, the sound of his footsteps halting, obviously spotting the pajamas spread out on the bed.

Husband.
I picked these up at the store, I thought they’d be nice.
This is what couples do, yes? Have cute matching clothes?
Hopefully fit, please wear them well.
Come to the kitchen, dinner’s done
Love,
Wife

WGM Question Time
Q: What did you think when you found the present from your wife?

Taeyong: “I was surprised. I don’t know how I missed her buying it. But I think it’s cute, our first day together and she’s already having us match. Cute right?”

WGM Question Time
Q: Why did you cook dinner when your husband said he would?

You: “Tae did a lot of work today. He refused to let me carry any of the bags, I know he’s tired. I wanted to let him rest after such a long day.”

When Taeyong turned the corner, you smiled, seeing him wearing the pajamas with a smile of his own on his lips. Thankfully they fit, for the most part. The pants might be a little too short, stopping short of his ankle, while your pooled around your feet with extra fabric.
“You cooked?” He mused, straying into the kitchen as you placed silverware and glasses on the table.
“Yes, you look exhausted, you shouldn’t have to cook, too.” You explained, settling in a chair, waiting for him to do the same.
He let out a breath of a laugh, placing himself in the chair opposite you, and tucking into the food.
“Ugh, it’s so good.” Taeyong mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“Thank you.” You smiled, happy your husband was pleased.
“I’m happy…” Taeyong whispered, picking at a piece of meat. “I think we’re going to have a good marriage…”
“I think so, too…”

“Our Family Will Not See Its End”

Jonerys Appreciation Week Day 7 (I made it!! phew!!)

7th part of 7-Day storyline!! (the last one) 

—I want to say thank you to everyone who read my works for Jonerys Appreciation Week. This week was so hectic for me in college, but I did my best to do justice for Jonerys Week! Thanks for your patience and here’s the final part!—

This last chapter picks up right after where I left The Twins (part 6). 

Dany had never experience a pain this massive in her life. Her insides were coming out as if someone was dragging a knife through her body and not letting her breathe. She had left the bed, wearing her long white gown, bowing through the bed’s edge holding onto the sheets, squeezing them as to stop the pain. Missandei, Sam and the maester were in the room trying to massage her back, her arms as to decrease her pain. the maester checked her opening again and she was no where close. This was a difficult labor. 

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Number 97- William Nylander

YESS MY FAVORITE LEAF 

Anon:  i saw you were doing the writing prompts thing and i love you’re writing so much!! do you think you could do number 97 with William Nylander or literally any of the leafs?? thanks!

I pick William as I said he’s my fav and thank you it means a lot that people enjoy my writing 

“You’ve been drinking… haven’t you?”

Originally posted by queenevagutowski

Y/N sat with some of the other girlfriend and WAGS of the Toronto maple leafs some of the guys went out and the girls wanted to spend sometime together and Molly didn’t want to leave Kanon alone or with a sitting being he had not been feeling well lately. But still wanted Tyler to go out with the guys so all the girls where at the Bozak’s house just drinking some wine and talking.

“So Y/N how things with William?” asked Sidney Matt Martin Wife 

“really good he can be a pain when it comes to keeping things clean sometimes but besides that everything is great.”

everyone laughed

“get used to it sweetie I don’t think any of the guys know what clean is.” said Molly with a laugh 

“I still don’t know how Steph deals with Mitch all the time.” Steph laughed at my comment

“It takes a bit but you get used to him and plus I love him.”

“Awee Steph turning in to a softy.” Y/N teased taking a sip of her wine 

when they heard little footsteps they all turned their head to see Tyler and Molly son walk out of a hall way

“Mommy I can’t sleep.”

“Buddy you got to try it’s way pasted your bed time come on I’ll but you back to bed.”

“Can Aunt Y/N come.”

“Of course bud.” Y/N said putting her glass down and got up

ever since Y/N first time sitting with the girls Kanon had taken a liking to her and would sit with her any chance he got Y/N never minded it at all she loved Kanon and she loved when she babysat him. Some times she would drag William along but the three of them always had fun she would tease Auston on how Kanon loved her and didn’t like him but it was ll in good fun.

When Y/N had gotten Kanon to his room she made sure he sat in his bed and tucked him in 

“Their you go bud now get some sleep.”

“Aunt Y/N can you tell me a story.”

“:Okay what do you want it to be about.”

The knight one.”

Y/N smiled as she started the short story for the little boy who didn’t get any where near the ending before fallowing asleep when she got up Molly was in the door way and gave her smile 

“I have no idea how you do it Y/N.”

“Two little brothers year of practice that’s all Moll.”

just as Molly was going to talk Y/N phone went off and a picture of William smiling face showed up so she answered it

“Hey Will , whats up?

“I love you so so so much Y/N/N.”

“I love you too Will.”

“No you don’t understand how much I love you Y/N.”

“William.”

But he cut her off before she could keep talking

“No I love you so much i want to marry you someday and I want to have kids i want two boys and a little girl the first boy can be called Noah because you love that name than the second can be Asher than the little girl can be Lillian.”

“You’ve been drinking… haven’t you?”  Y/N asked with a little laugh

“Just a little tiny bit.”

“Okay how about you hang up the phone will and I know Matt said he wasn’t drinking tonight and you find him and get him to drive you home and I will meet you there okay.”

“and we can talk more about Noah Asher and Lillian?”

“Yes William we can talk more about them.”

anonymous asked:

I asked about MY REACTING to you bring a single mom of a 5 year old who also loves kpop but I didn't specify which 4 members 😑😑😑😑 my 4 are IM, Jooheon, Shownu and Minhyuk thanks 😘😘😘

“ Ok, I never see these in the Kpop request world and as a single mom I hope you guys can be the first to do this 💕 monsta x reactions to dating you and you have a 5 year old daughter who loves Kpop thank you 😘😘”

Them reacting to you being a single mother

I.M: It would freak him out a little. Because he knows he isn’t the best with kids, meeting your kid would make him a giant bundle of nerves. Of course he would buy your daughter toys and try to appeal to her but, because she is YOUR daughter, when I.M rapped it made her the happiest. “So, what you’re telling me is…If I rap….she’ll like me?” From that day forward, I.M would rap to your daughter on the way to school, in the bath, after dinner, before bed, during breakfast. Whatever he could rap about he would because he knew it made her happy.

Originally posted by 1aeyong

Jooheon: He would be happy but a little worried as to why you were a single mom of a 5 year old. Jooheon knew it was hard to raise a child with 2 parents, let alone only 1. He would always ask you things like, “Do you need a nap? I can take him from you for awhile.” or “We can go to the park while you clean, give you a little break.” For Jooheon, because you’re a single mom that doesn’t change how he feels about you.

Originally posted by garisanee

Shownu: He couldn’t handle it at first. It would make him a little distant because when he volunteers for child care centers, the children don’t like him. Shownu wants to be with you but he knew if your child didn’t like him, your guys’ relationship would be over. “Do I have to meet her? She won’t like me. It’s best if we don’t con-” He would be cut off by giggles. After meeting your daughter and seeing how similar she was to you but also seeing how different she is, he fell in love with her. Shownu knew that he would protect her from everything. As far as he knew, he was now a dad.

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Minhyuk: This isn’t even a second thought for him. He has always wanted kids, even if they weren’t biological his. Minhyuk had always been a family man, so when he met you on your 6 month of pregnancy he knew he wouldn’t leave. He was there through the birth, the first diaper change, the first steps, first words, first cold, first day of school, first boyfriend, first breakup and now her wedding. “I know I’m not your actual dad but seeing you grow into the beautiful young woman you are…I couldn’t ask for anything better.” Your daughter would become his pride and joy, and if anyone asked this was YOUR guys’ daughter.

Originally posted by gifsmonstax

-A

That moment when you see a SD&S tag and this is what you’re working with…sorry @tuesdayswithrachel… The reality of #Iwokeuplikethis is NOT pretty, especially today.  Dark circles for days and days…

I haven’t slept well much at all the past couple of nights.  I’m usually excellent at compartmentalizing.  But, things with my parents have gotten so bad that I just can’t.  I am feeling so stressed that I have this weird feeling of being underwater all the time.  So much pressure, shortness of breath, and anxiety.  Fun.

At least Conner has been behaving himself.  It’s difficult sometimes to drag things out of him, but talking is so important.  I recently finished Beartown, and it was SO good.  One of the many things I totally identified with is how the parents in the book struggled with the concept of giving their kids enough space but also trying to make sure they still stayed in the loop of what was going on with them.  Parenting is freakin DIFFICULT, man.  Mother’s Day is coming up again, and I was just looking at the Mother’s Day card Conner made me last year.  One line meant so much in particular: “I know that you always love me even when you get mad at me.” Having my kid never doubt that is pretty high on the list of life goals, so I treasure that card so much.

When you’re feeling this exhausted and stressed, it’s important to acknowledge the little things that bring some brightness to the day.  Conveniently, @neurotic-rob tagged me to list five happy things–thanks, friend–so here goes:

  1. My house has remained so clean that it’s almost miraculous since this past Thursday when I hosted gym book club.  HOW IS THIS HAPPENING??
  2. On Sunday, my family spent the whole afternoon together–dinner on the patio, countless Uno games, and a two hour walk in the woods.  So much laughter, and hugs, and that rare and perfect feeling of time slowing down.
  3. Good books! Always.  I LOVED Beartown, and I’m currently enjoying American Gods by Neil Gaiman.
  4. Being “that” couple.  When you go to a barbecue for your newly engaged friends and are asked, “So, how do you guys do it–you seem so happy!?” Still loving the crap out of my husband and flirting like teenagers. Heart eyes for days! :)
  5. Leftovers and part-time work.  If ever I needed a day with no responsibilities, it’s today.  Because of those two things, I get to have it.
Feelings (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

It’s a thing I’ve been thinking about. Peter trying to talk about his feelings for you, ‘cause he had a crush on you for so long, and you did too but either one of you knows about it lol
A lot of fluff, don’t worry about warnings. All love.

—-

Peter was so nervous he couldn’t even speak without saying a weird nonsense phrase. That was the first time a girl was in his room, studying with him. And it wasn’t any girl. It was you, Peter’s new crush since you appeared for the first time in front of his chocolate brown eyes. You had something else, he didn’t know exactly what.. But something else, that made him feel different. Made him feel true and real love for the first time. It wasn’t like Liz..

She was a crush? Yeah, sure.
He liked her? A lot. 

But you? No, you were his first love. Deep inside, Peter even dared to believe you were his soulmate, being you two so similar. You loved Star Wars, and spending time with him, talking about the movies, the books, the comics, and always being interested about every word he said. You, Peter and Ned were the best friends in Midtown High, and he couldn’t be more happy about it. His best friend, and his love, side by side working on a Lego Death Star ‘til late.

But no way you would give him a chance, he thought. “Out of my league”, the boy said, looking at his ceiling last night and feeling deeply sad.. In the morning, he acted naturally. Feeling better just being by your side. However, in the same day you asked him a little help with the homework. Without even thinking, he told you to come to his house and you accepted right away. 

“…Oh shit”, Peter said to himself, running home to clean his room. 

And there you were! Sitting on a chair next to his desk, by his side and trying to figure out when you would use algebra in your life. You really hated it.
“How old was your father’s name, again?”, he said, frowning seconds later, feeling so stupid. “What the hell did I just said?”, Peter smiled awkwardly, trying to know more things about her.
“You mean his name, I guess”, You laughed, looking at him. “Bradley. But why do you ask? That was very random”
“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just.. I know you a lot, but at the same time I feel I don’t know much”, Peter turned his chair to face you. He looked nervous. You did the same, looking into his eyes and right in front of Peter.
“You look different.. Did something happen?”, you asked, acting really concerned. Something could have happened to him and you didn’t know. 
“(Y/N)… There’s something I need.. to tell you..”, Peter looked down to his hands. You could swear you saw him sweating a bit and he was blushing a lot, looking like a very cute tomato, you thought.
“You’re gay”
“What? No! Why would you thought about that?!”, He looked at you with a smile, feeling a lot more comfortable.
“I’m just kidding”, you were laughing, looking at him and founding those pretty eyes shining bright just to look at you. “No need to be nervous, come on. Speak up, Parker.”
“Well.. I.. It’s just that.. I.. Like you.. A lot. Like a lot a lot. A real lot. I.. I could say you’re my.. first.. love.. ever.” Peter was stuttering, and looking everywhere around but not into your eyes, or even to your shadow. He was so nervous and blushing so much, Pete could feel his cheeks burning hard. “I know it’s creepy! But.. That’s the true, and I can’t take this anymore, seeing you everyday, by my side and-”
“Pete.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but looked at you and kept staring, waiting for a response. You just got closer to his face, cupped his cheeks softly in your hands and, also blushing, you kissed him. A sweet but intense kiss on the lips. That was your first kiss.
You couldn’t be more happy! Kissing the best guy in school, at least for you. Not only one of the most intelligent guys in your class, but also your best friend in the whole world. And.. your crush too. 

When you two finished that lovely kiss, he looked at you, smiling so bright he could light up a whole street in the night. 
“I love you too, silly. Now.. Let’s finish this and get some snacks, I’m starving”.
Peter nodded, sitting you on his lap and holding you against his chest, explaining every single thing.

That was the best lesson you ever had. And he thought the same.