how to live healthy

Honestly I’m so sick of seeing rich-girl fitness. Don’t show me pretty vegan smoothies in mason jars held by a girl with perfect makeup, a manicure, and a color-coordinated running outfit. Show me diets and workouts that I can manage when I’m working 13 hours days and living on a budget. Show me how to eat healthy when I have 5 minutes for lunch. Show me small things I can do to help my body. Show me workout plans that I can do outside of a gym when I can’t afford a membership. I don’t have time. I don’t have money. Half the time I don’t have the motivation to get up in the morning. But I have a body. I want to be healthy.

fun arthritis things
  • being completely stiff first thing in the morning
  • “what was that sound” “my back”
  • not having full range of motion
  • predicting the weather with your knees
  • not being able to hold a pen 
  • “do you need help getting up??” “no no just give me like five minutes”
  • never finding a comfortable sitting position
  • The Limp

“May I?” Lady Lunafreya asked. She held out her hand.

“Are you… offering to heal me?” Prompto asked, hesitant. Everyone was watching him. He shifted nervously and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. “I’m really grateful but, uh. No thanks? I’m not hurt. But—but I appreciate the offer!” The last thing he wanted was for the Oracle—for Noctis’ friend, the person who had pushed him to meet Noct in the first place—to think him ungrateful.

But Lunafreya didn’t seem to hear. Her arm didn’t waver. “Please.”

Everyone was still watching. Noctis, with his head cocked to the side. Ignis, quietly observing. Gladio, arms crossed, making sure nobody got too close to the Oracle or the King. Prompto didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Lunafreya’s hand looked warm and inviting. So he took it.

Within seconds, Prompto was doubled over, something acidic and awful falling from his lips.

The sensation of throwing up had always been unpleasant.

This was awful.

Despite all that, Lunafreya clutched his hand. Her grip was surprisingly tight, even as Prompto bent over, his free hand on his knee in a last ditch effort to stay upright.

He heaved and heaved and heaved. All he saw was black.

And through it all, Lunafreya held on.

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Things that Make the Scale Lie

Here is a list of things that will make the scale say you’ve gained weight:

•Bites, Licks, & Tastes add up
•Not enough water
•Too much alcohol
•Lack of sleep
•Lots of fruit, not enough veggies
•A change in your daily routine
•Lack of variety in food
•Stress
•Lack of exercise
•Not eating enough
•Lots of carbs, not enough protein
•Not enough fiber
•Rationalizing (a.k.a. EXCUSES)
•Not portioning food
•Medications (don’t change/stop medication just because of weight gain!! Talk to your doctor)
•Too much sodium
•Exercising right before weighing yourself (Lactic Acid- your body retains fluid to heal muscles)
•Not eating breakfast

anonymous asked:

Do you really think Jungkook is in love with Jimin? And vice versa? I want your honest opinion! 🌚

I would love to meet someone who put me first in absolutely everything.

Imagine meeting someone who does not mind losing what they have just so I can win something too.

I would be extremely happy if I undone something of mine and heard at the same time how good I am at it and how much I do not need to worry about it.

Having someone in your life who knows exactly everything about you, from great to small things.

Someone who would not mind sleeping on the floor just to see you sleeping comfortably or who knows how you feel in a certain situation.

Someone who lives with you 24/7 and even so during a show, which lasts at most two and a half hours, you need to have simple moments, touches and subtle looks.

Someone who cheers you and pays attention at everything you say. He pays so much attention that he ends up doing the same thing unconsciously.

Someone who does stupid things just to make you smile.

Someone who goes around and around you until you feel good.

Having someone get things right just because it involves you and when they can’t, get absurdly frustrated and that is so noticeable.

Someone who does not use the word friend to determine the relationship you have to the need to use a superior word like “brother” become so important.

Someone who is distracted during a performance because he is so focused on you that he forgets even the dance steps.

Someone who gets me blankets so I don’t get cold at night. ♥

Having someone who loves to annoy you, but when other people do this to you, he is the first to do the opposite just so you feel important.

Someone who smiles because he is listening to the sound of your laughter or is lost seeing you laughing on the other side of the room.

Imagine you trust so much in someone to the point of resting your head on their shoulder and close your eyes because that’s your home.

Have someone who chooses to sleep in a room with two more people, having yours, just because you are in it.

Someone who listens to your playlist and makes your favorite songs their favorites as well.

Someone who hears you say “this song is my favorite of the moment” and then do a cover of it.

To have someone who knows your cute side that no one else knows and obviously loves this side of you.

It must be wonderful to know that the song that everyone loves was made especially for you.

Imagine knowing that only you received a gift, that that person thought of you and did not let the date go by unnoticed.

It is normal for you to be with someone and have one or two things in common with the person, but do you imagine having a lot of things in common with the same person?

Someone who loves your nickname and make that very clear.

“It’s just the 2 of us doing something at night. I do not know what we do. “ That’s so important.

Someone who remembers what we talked about on that day and what exactly we were doing. Even if that was just eating an ice cream.

Someone who asks me to stay because I don’t have to go far away just to learn the choreography and finds myself the most important person in a group just because of it.

Someone who puts my music on loud so I go back to their room and still say that was exactly what I wanted from the beginning.

Someone who talks about be even when they don’t have to.

Someone who tells things we are betting on so that millions of people know how healthy and lively our relationship is.

Someone who stops during a performance and sing a certain part of the song directly to me and smiles. And repeat it again so subtly.

Someone who points to me when asked ‘what is your greatest desire?’.

That often repeat how beautiful my eyes are.

Someone that looks at me for many seconds, even though I’m not talking and smiles for doing it.

Imagine hearing someone say how different I am, unique … and sexy.

Someone who knows if I’m telling the truth or not, just by the tone of my answer.

That plays and sings my favorite song of my favorite singer just to have my attention.

That hugs me from behind and it’s so warm.

Someone who keeps their eyes shining when they see me dancing and does not even blink while I’m doing this.

Find everything I say funny and laugh like the whole world depends on that reaction.

Someone who makes it so obvious to post the lyrics of a song, without even listening, right after I post a video of mine. “I’m hella obsessed with your face.”

Someone who is competitive but loses on purpose just to share the room with me.

Someone who is older than me and acts in a cute way to ask me for anything.

Someone who knows you can’t eat something bitter.

Having someone who likes to be around you… always.

Someone who knows your hand is cold and does not want you to get hurt and then get the punishment changed.

You know there’s more, right? So yes.

anonymous asked:

i havent been COMPLETELY thru your list of reddie fics so if youve already done something similar ignore this but. what about a sickfic where richie is sick? also maybe eddie just like, forgets about germs to take care of him and then ends up getting sick too and blaming richie and richies jus like, dude, were you here

i changed it a little but only the part where he blames richie and richie wonders if he was there !!! hope u like it :-)

again,,, sorry for the length?? but i cant write these short?? also again. IT IS WORTH IT 

  • so obviously eddie is TERRIFIED of germs and every time one of the losers has even a little flu he’s not gonna touch anything they touch and will stand 5 feet away from them and honestly in the end will probably just be that one friend who’s gonna say
  • “my mom said no”
  • just so that he won’t hurt his friends’ feelings even tho he really just doesn’t wanna be anywhere near them bc hey he could get it too and it could turn into something more dangerous like leper obviously
  • but then one tragic time… richie gets a flu
  • and eddie’s very torn bc he doesn’t wanna be with richie cause ???? he isn’t clean
  • but then again they were supposed to hangout
  • eddie is thinking whether he should ditch richie or not
  • “jesus i’ve been sneezin since 8am”
  • yeah eddie is not gonna go there
  • the gERMS ARE FLYING and just the thought makes him shiver
  • he’s thinking that oh well maybe tomorrow he’s gonna be ok again
  • spoiler alert: he’s not
  • so eddie suffers thru the day bc its boring at school without richie
  • they talk on the phone later that day and eddie’s like hey r u feeling any better
  • “i am nod” richie answers with a stuffed nose
  • eddie just sits on his bed with a facial expression that is nothing other than :(
  • then the day after that ,,, eddie goes to school in hopes of that maybe richie had a miracle healing last night and now he’s gonna be there
  • LMAO YOU THOUGHT EDS
  • now eddie is just gettin pissed off bc how dare his boyfriend be sick for this long
  • so again that night they speak on the phone
  • “richie jesus christ when are u gonna HEAL
  • “i am do dorry eddi-spageddi bud i am just so sig”
  • eddie is gonna turn into hulk soon from the conflict bc he REALLY misses richie
  • should i stay or i should go™
  • (nice stranger things reference)
  • ok maybe eddie is gonna give it one more day.
  • so it’s friday and richie has missed school for almost the whole WEEK
  • “wow eddie you’ve been without richie for almost the whole school week how’s that feel must be a new record huh”
  • “shut up stan”
  • don’t be mean stan
  • eddie’s heart is breakin
  • again,,, he goes home from school and calls richie immediately
  • “ARE YOU,,,,STILL…. SICK?????”
  • “yeah i— *LEPER COUGH* i ah-ah-AMh *cough*
  • eddie cringes because ???? oh my gosh he is turning into a zombie
  • “oK THATS IT”
  • eddie has had it
  • he hangs up and stomps out of the house and rides his bike to the grocery store and buys all kinds of stuff like non-caffeine tea ((bc he knows for a fact that it helps better than regular)),, some ice cream and chicken soup in a can even tho eddie thinks it’s disgusting and fights with one of the workers
  • “YOU DONT HAVE NORMAL,,, READY CHICKEN SOUP IN THE FRESH FOOD SECTION????”
  • “yeah not today”
  • my bOYFRIenD haS bEeN SiCK!! FOR A WEEk and i hAVE TO BRING HIM A CAN????”
  • eddie shakes his head in disbelief and curses the store as he walks away
  • then he finally arrives at richie’s house
  • he knocks on the door first just in case his terrible excuse of parents are home but they aren’t
  • so he leans down to grab the key from under the doormat and opens the door
  • he walks in and stiffens his upper lip as he glances around at the sight of empty beer cans and liquor bottles and there’s just the smell of old booze and cigarettes in the air
  • like it’s normal (and eddie hates that it’s normal) but richie’s SICK and he should be breathing fresh air not the literal definition of the breath of a drunken bum who’s been living in the gutter
  • this wasn’t what he was expecting bc he figured that richie’s parents would at least open the fucking window because their son is sick inside the house
  • so quickly eddie makes his way to richie’s room that is at the end of the hallway and he knocks on it softly before opening the door
  • he finds richie sitting in his bed ,,, burrito inside blankets and he’s watching something from his laptop
  • his eyes are red and his face is a lil swollen and nose also v red
  • eddie wants to cry bc he looks so bad
  • “eddi???”
  • “yes,,, eddi to the rescue” he mocks his boyfriend’s stuffy nose voice a little
  • richie is literally starstruck bc ???? EDDIE IS THERE ???? EDDIE , IS THERE , WHEN HE IS SICK ????
  • “whad de fug edz u should go befor u ged dis doo”
  • “i’ve been to school without you for a week now richard im done”
  • richie wants to cry
  • eddie is still just staring at him bc he doesn’t know how to approach him since he’s still a little disgusted at the situation this is all new for him ok but he really wants to help his bf
  • “i bought u some stuff”
  • richie starts to smile wide
  • “BUT” eddie starts
  • “before i give u any”
  • “????”
  • “you’re gonna leave this house”
  • richie looks at him like he’s crazy
  • “r u serioud eddi every pard of ma badi hurts”
  • eddie feels so bad for him
  • “you don’t even have fresh air here richie so i am serious”
  • richie can’t take the fact that his boyfriend is such a knight in shiny armor
  • eddie leaves the bag for a moment to grab richie inside his blanket burrito and pull him up.
  • “ur gonna have to get rid of this blanket tho”
  • “no:(”
  • eddie looks at him
  • “srsly richie i can’t give you a ride on my bike you’re gonna fall down and roll down the hill”
  • “:(”
  • “i will give you my blanket once we’re there”
  • richie throws his blanket down way too fast and he starts feeling nauseous
  • the bike ride isn’t very aesthetic™ for him either bc his head is spinning and all of his muscles hurt and oh my gosh he’s doing his everything not to throw up on eddie’s back rn
  • eddie’s mom isn’t home so eddie can easily sneak richie in
  • he’s not sure how he’s gonna explain him living there until he’s healthy again tho
  • but he’s not gonna worry about that now
  • (fast forward;
  • i donT CARE THAT HE’S SICK AND INFECTED MOM,, i LoVE HiM!!!!)
  • so now they go into eddie’s room ( he’s basically holding richie up )
  • and richie settles down on eddie’s bed and eddie wraps him inside a blanket and richie is just smiling at him the whole time
  • “r u comfortable”
  • “very” richie says. the blanket smells like eds and he is in eddie’s bed. ofc he’s comfortable 
  • “here’s my laptop”
  • eddie hands him his macbook and goes to the kitchen to prepare the chicken soup. in the can. which eddie still thinks is unacceptable as he heats it up
  • “here”
  • richie is about to cry bc “did you really mage me chiggen soub”
  • eddie nods with a light frown like wtf obviously that’s what you eat when you’re sick
  • “there’s also ice cream”
  • ice cream???”
  • “yeah it’s for the throat…???
  • eddie is kinda confused bc how can richie not know it helps
  • then it occurs to him that
  • richie doesn’t know, because
  • no one’s probably ever taken care of him when he’s sick????
  • i REPEAT, NO ONE’S EVER TAKEN CARE OF RICHIE TOZIER WHEN HE IS SICK
  • now eddie wants to cry
  • “scoot over”
  • he wants richie to be on the side next to the wall so he can lean his head on it if he wants to it’s more comfy  
  • with a lil trouble richie does move and eddie cuddles up next to him
  • literally cuddles
  • richie is SHOCKED
  • “are you sure u wanna do dat”
  • “100%”
  • richie wants to marry eddie
  • “wad r we watchin”
  • “kill bill”
  • “waid a minude… isn’d dis-”
  • “yours. yeah. i never watched it and i never gave it back so”
  • “u never watched dis?? oh my god eddi—”
  • “eat ur chicken soup and watch this movie with me now oKAY” eddie is a pissed off knight in shiny armor bc talking is just gonna exhaust richie more and he needs to get WELL
  • richie eats his soup and they watch the movie in silence,,,, glued to each other and at some point eddie realizes richie’s fallen asleep with his head resting towards eddie’s
  • eddie can’t move because he knows if he does he’s gonna wake up richie
  • but thankfully after like 15 minutes richie wakes up and he’s like “shid where am i”
  • “you’re with me”
  • he turns his gaze down at eddie and he remembers that yes,,, he is in fact with eddie and he just feels: ️️️️️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
  • well the weekend goes by and eddie goes hardcore nurse on richie and literally by sunday he is already pretty healthy like his voice is back to normal and so on
  • but… Ohno
  • eddie and richie are eating in the kitchen
  • richie goes;
  • “baby can u pass me that ketchup”
  • “sure—”
  • SNEEZE
  • eddie’s eyes widen and he freezes in shock
  • richie looks at him like o'shit he done caught the flu
  • but then he starts to smile
  • “WELL I GUESS I WON’T BE GOING TO SCHOOL FOR ANOTHER WEEK”
  • “what do you mean?!?!?!”
  • “because obviously im gonna take care of u”
  • eddie is 😨😭💘😓😭💕😨😭💗
  • then later they tell the other losers why they’re both missing school and stanley uris wants to comment again
  • “so eddie u went to richie’s house??”
  • “yesh”
  • “and i thought i was romantic letting bill choose dinner”

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You’re not a stupid or a failure, you’re learning. It’s okay to fail, but you have to fail forward. You will feel tired all the time, you must learn when to rest and how to live a healthy life. Master the art of time management. Guard your heart. Never blame others for your mistakes. And lastly, if you feel you’re not growing anymore, it’s okay to let go and be ready for your next adventure.
—   E.J. Cenita

tips for being (and staying happy)

  • when things aren’t going well, just stop and remember everything happens for a reason. keep pushing though it, and think of how amazing you’ll feel after overcoming the struggle.
  • stop beating yourself up! embrace your personality, your body, your flaws and everything that makes you, you. It’s OKAY to make mistakes and mess up, try to learn from them not regret them.
  • find little reasons to be happy everyday, like the warm sun on your skin, or the perfect cup of tea you made for yourself last night. it’s often the simplest things that are the most beautiful.
  • compliment yourself and others whenever you can. you’ll feel so much better for it and hey, maybe they’re having a bad day too.
  • don’t bottle up your feelings. scribble it down, scream as loud as you can, or even just take a minute to stop a realize why you feel this way. try to cleanse your mind every now and then -self indulge. whether it’s reading, meditation or taking a warm bath, find time to take a few moments for yourself and to relax.
  • accept that we don’t have control over everything in our lives, yes that can be really intimidating, but it can also be beautiful. relish in the unknown and use it as a reminder to live for the moment, and take risks.
When you Lose your Motivation

A list to reflect on when you have lost motivation…

~Find a new *why* (what are you doing this for?)

~Look for social media support

~Ask for help

~Avoid deprivation

~Consider your pride

~Look back to understand the “fork in the road”

~Don’t look at the number on the scale

~Smaller increments (Yay you lost 0.2lbs!!) (small progress is progress)

~Listen to feedback

~Talk about it (but, choose your audience)

~Look at your before & after

~Find real life weight loss comparisons (bag of apples, bag of flour, box of cat litter, etc.) Hold up that product & be amazed at how much *weight* you REALLY lost

You’re not a stupid or a failure, you’re learning. It’s okay to fail, but you have to fail forward. You will feel tired all the time, you must learn when to rest and how to live a healthy life. Master the art of time management. Guard your heart. Never blame others for your mistakes. And lastly, if you feel you’re not growing anymore, it’s okay to let go and be ready for your next adventure.
—  E.J. Cenita
Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 11

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 5.5k

Warnings: Angst, Blood

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta! 

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10

“What?” you breathed out, your eyes glued to it.

“We will get you to agree, one way or another. But we will always make sure you…” she paused as you looked at her with wide eyes.

“And your unborn child stay alive.”

“Wha-” you blinked, shaking your head “No, no no. What- what the fuck is this?” you growled, feeling tears well up in your eyes once more and this time it was more intense, just like the feeling in your chest.

“Heart monitors, of course.” she said casually “To make sure your hearts just keep beating and that your pulses don’t rise dangerously so. I mean, it will all depend on you. How willing are you to risk your child’s life, (Y/n), for these hunters you call family?” she asked, clicking her pen and you clenched your jaw at her.

“What- I- I don’t- I’m not- I can’t- I-” you shut your eyes, breathing heavily and as expected your heart started beating faster as it was heard by one of the monitors. The contastly repeating sounds along with the awful smell of this place, and probably the condition you were in, made you feel even more dizzy than you were at first.

“What?” she chuckled, raising an eyebrow “Don’t tell me you didn’t know about it. Oh wow, apologies for breaking the easter egg a little too fast for you.” she said so casually you wished so bad you could do something to shut her up.

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Give Me Love

Pairing: Tom x Fem!reader

Summary: Tom and the reader get into a huge fight, leaving a dent in their relationship that needs to be fixed.

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Swearing, angst™, Alcohol, fighting, kind of unedited whoops

A/N: I was listening to Tom’s ‘Sheeran Sounds’ playlist on Spotify and this song came up, decided to make a fic about it! (In my opinion listening to the song+reading this makes it 10x better, highly recommend) Enjoy!

Tuesday morning. The usual, waking up in the with the other half of your shared bed empty, the person who usually filled it had left early in the morning for work. You understood that Tom works hard and loves what he does, but with this constant filming, him running around all the time. It was getting old really quickly. You barely even see him anymore, it was just the everyday routine of waking up without him, spending the day alone, and him coming home at a ridiculous hour, slightly tipsy and barely awake while you were already fast asleep.

Give me love like her,

Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone

Sitting up and stretching, you glanced around the room, sunlight streaming in through the blinds, Tom’s unwashed clothing lying on the floor. You sighed, made your way around the room, picked up what you could and put the clothes into the washer. Leaving the bed unmade, you went to pour yourself a coffee and checked your phone. Your lock-screen was a picture of you and Tom, a couple months before he got the role of Spider-Man. He was laughing, with you on his back, and you had almost as big of a smile that he had. Your heart broke a little looking at the photo, you were so happy then, why is it that now you could go days without talking?

That night, Tom came home later and more drunk than usual, holding a beer bottle, but you were awake this time, waiting for him on the couch as he stumbled through the doorway.

“H-hey babe.” He managed to say not expecting you to be up so late. You stood up, prepared to say what needed to be said.

“Tom, we need to talk.” You replied, a stern look on your face. “I’m tired of never getting to see you, I know you have a passion, but we go days without even speaking and you coming back shit-faced doesn’t help your situation either.”

“Y-Y/N,” Tom started to reply as he was, suddenly, was brought back to reality by your words; he might’ve been drunk but he was smart enough to know he couldn’t lose you.

You cut him off. “Tom, stop trying, I’ve heard the rumors about you and Zendaya, I’d like to think that you’d wouldn’t do something like that to me, but to be honest, I don’t know what to expect from you these days.” Saying these words to the man you loved hurt more than anything else, but you knew it had to be done; how you and Tom were living, just wasn’t a healthy relationship. Now Tom was obviously angry, he loved and cared for you so much, and you had the audacity to accuse him of cheating.

“God dammit, Y/N, you know I’d never do that! Maybe the problem isn’t me, maybe it’s you, I don’t need you to be with me all the time, alright?” These words shattered you heart as you started crying, tears rolling down your face, but his stayed stone cold.

“Oh, I’m the problem?! I don’t even know where you go half the time after work, at this rate probably some trashy club with girls and booze!”

“Look, Y/N, I’m done with you accusing me of this bullshit, I’m done!” At this point the bottle that was in his hand went crashing to the ground as he stormed out of the house you shared, or at least used to.

Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt

Told you I’d let them go

You let go of all of the emotion boiling up inside you and started to cry, you couldn’t hold back anymore, a once happy relationship turned sour because of a stupid argument. You sank to the floor in your place, not caring about the shards of glass scatted across the hardwood, and it felt like you were there for hours on end, crying until you couldn’t cry anymore, and, crawling back onto the couch, you fell asleep there, desperately trying to forget what had happened only a few minutes ago.

Tom angrily walked back to his trailer on the set of Spider-man, the alcohol mixing with the heartbreak, but before he could open the door, the reality hit, sobbing, he punched the door of his trailer, leaving a dent.

“God damn it!” He yelled, leaning against the side of the vehicle, his hands covering his face, tears rolling off his cheeks and onto the smooth pavement underneath him. Before he could do any more damage, he opened the door, and walked inside, opened up a cabinet, and pulled out one more beer bottle. Opening up his phone, he stared at your contact, wanting to call, wanting to apologize, wanting to make everything right, wanting to hold you close like he used to, but he couldn’t.

And that I’ll fight my corner

Maybe tonight I’ll call ya

After my blood turns into alcohol

No, I just wanna hold ya

Tom opened his eyes, the sunlight coming through the window blinded him. His head pounding, he looked around the room, and realized he wasn’t at home with you and the memories of last night came flooding back to him. He heard urgent knocking on his door and he quickly stood up, and almost fell over because of the throes of pain against his skull.

‘Damn, this is one hell of a hangover.’ He thought to himself, as he slowly steadied and open the door to one of the assistant directors and Harrison.

“What the hell are you doing, mate? We’ve been looking for you, what happened last night?” Haz started bombarding Tom with questions, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Fight. Y/N. Bad.” Was all the actor could muster out before almost collapsing, the agony of losing you and the immense headache he had engulfed him. The AD went off to tell the others that Tom was ‘sick’ after giving tom the news that she’d get him the day off.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s sit you down, Tom. Try to explain to me what happened.” And that’s exactly what he did, after Harrison sat him on the tiny couch in the trailer, practically having to carry Tom, as he could barely form comprehend-able sentences.

“Haz, I’ve messed up, real bad.” Tom’s voice cracked while saying that last sentence, you could feel the pain from heartbreak radiation off of the broken man. “She’ll never forgive me now, everything’s gone to shit and it’s all my fault, I should’ve been more responsible. I’d do anything just to hold her right now, Haz, I’ve seriously fucked up. This could be the end of it, God, why did I have to be so stupid, I want to make it right so badly.”

Give a little time to me or burn this out

We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around

All I want is the taste that your lips allow

My, my, my, my, oh give me love

“Maybe it’s time to let go, man, I mean, I hate to be a downer and I know you two have been together for a while now, but if it’s been rocky for a while, maybe you need time away. It could be good for the both of you.” Haz tried to make this seem like a good idea to Tom, but with the state he was in, Haz could tell nothing would cheer him up. “I need to make sure that your not unemployed right now, I’ll be back.” Harrison said, patting Tom’s shoulder as Tom made a small grunt in acknowledgment and Haz was gone.

Tom put a couple fingers on his lips, trying to remember what yours felt like on his, but that felt like a distant dream now, that he longed for to be true.

He went to the fridge again to get an ice pack for his hand, which had a terrible ache from punching to door to his trailer, but was met with the temptation of another beer, and picked that up instead.

Give me love like never before

‘Cause lately I’ve been craving more

And it’s been a while but I still feel the same

Maybe I should let you go

You know I’ll fight my corner

And that tonight I’ll call ya

After my blood is drowning in alcohol

No I just wanna hold ya



Nothing like starting off a new blog with some good ol’ angst. I am so sorry, haha. Definite part 2 coming soon! Hope you liked it!