i apologize in advance if you started crying

anonymous asked:

Hey yo my dude. I just started to read your comic & it's really great honest to my future grave I read it all in one night whilst admiring your art all at the same time. This is just my curiousity but do you use refs to draw out your backgrounds & scenery ? I'm not big on backgrounds, well drawing them anyway. I just wasn't sure if you're just naturally imaginative or you need a bit help along the way ya know ... if this makes sense ???? Sorry ... Bottom line great work seriously ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Thanks!! I use refs a lot! But some things I just try to BS along the way

I can’t tell if my art is bad or? How do you receive attention online? Is it just a matter of posting the right thing at the right time with the right tags? Or posting all the time? Or maybe just purely fan art? How do y'all do it, lmao

As for me, I got lucky by posting for the right fandom at the right time! After that well… you just try your best to continue capturing people’s interests with whatever you can draw and improve! Fan art and original are fine.

vel ik this is a weird question but do you think that you could post all of your brushes and their settings ?? even if you don’t use them someone else could ?? also i’m curious abt what they are

Can I ask you how do you create th smoke effect you used in your last Dva artwork? love your art!

Just keep airbrushing!! Use large strokes and circles for smoke, and the occasional fringe!

(Apologies for the English in advance! ) *Me and my friend, lying on the bed at 4 am* Them: “Do you ever just see velocesmells’ art and start crying?” Me: *Already in tears* Me: “Y-yeah!” Me: *Notices the tears streaming down their face* Them: “Not even ashamed.” We love the arts you make! Very beautiful colorings and the eyes are the favorites!

T-this is so cute… thank you ;_;

The Signs As Shit My Teamates Have Said/Done

Aries: *is a pitcher* *hits two batters in one inning* “lmao oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

Taurus: *starts singing the national anthem with a really heavy/twangy country voice* “fuck this softball shit im changing my career path”

Gemini: *is the captain* *asked what the team was wearing the next day* “im wearing a bikini do whatever the fuck you want”

Cancer: *the center fielder, shouting to the one in right* “hey heads up, coming your way. just kidding. i have no idea who’s up and what they’ve done.”

Leo: *found out at out last practice before our biggest tourney she was playing second* *whispers fearfully “i haven’t fielded a ground ball in more than two years”

Keep reading

Won’t Give Up.

This was requested by no one but it was one of the pieces that I wrote in my note book! I think I am feeling pretty proud of how this turned out so I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it? If it makes you feel any better (does it?), I was listening to Jason Mraz’s I won’t Give Up when writing this – hence the title of the piece!

PS: I have been getting a lot of messages regarding ‘Not Over You’ and yes, I am currently trying to figure out how I want the second part to Not Over You to be. My first draft for it contains 382 words but we shall see if I am going to keep it or start from scratch! NOT OVER YOU will have a part two! (sometime).


One sentence summary: You lost your memory.

Originally posted by hardyness

“Were…” You trail off but still keep your gaze on the beautiful blue sky outside. “Were we anything before this incident happened?” You finally have the courage to ask him.

Peter is quiet for a while. You wonder briefly if this is how he normally is with you because judging from all the pity looks you have received after he visits you, probably not. There is this nagging feeling at the back of your mind; you know deep in your heart that Peter must have meant something to you but right at this moment, you can’t seem to put it to words.

“Ye – yeah, you, you could say that.” It physically hurts him to be so near you yet so far away and out of reach. How is Peter supposed to tell you that the two of you had been something before this incident? How is he supposed to tell you that more often than not, you fall asleep to the sound of his voice or that you tend to steal a sweater from him every now and then so that you can always ‘have you with me all the time, Peter’. How is he supposed to tell you that Peter had actually been planning on telling you that he no longer likes you but instead, he loves you from the bottom of his heart?

Your eyes instantaneously tear up and you glance at Peter which probably, in hindsight, is not the best idea.

Peter looks downtrodden and hurt – it makes your chest tight as you try to strain to keep your breath steady. Both of those expressions do not sit well with you. Peter seems to be the type to look better with a smile on his face – not hurt, downtrodden and looking as if his entire life had just been stolen from him.

“Could you… Do you think,” You swallow a lump in your throat, “I don’t know if I will ever get any of those memories back.” You keep your gaze locked on Peter – the moment those words left your mouth, a strange expression falls across his face before being replaced with one that expresses total pain.

Despite already expecting this – the Doctors had told him that the chances of you regaining your memories anytime soon is very slim – Peter still cannot accept it. He isn’t ready to let you go – he doesn’t want to let you go. You have become the love of his life, made him complete and as sappy as it might sound to some people, you also strengthen his heart. You bring him a lot of joy too.

Peter nods his head sullenly. “I figured – I think; I should apologize in advance.” Peter could feel tears welling up in his eyes. His heart is breaking as he tries to put words in his mouth. “I don’t – I don’t think I should – maybe, it will be best for us if I just – just stop coming.” His heart sinks, breaking in to pieces and for a moment, Peter feared that he is going to start crying.

When you register the words Peter have just said, you suddenly feel a surge of panic and you grab on to his hand, taking the both of you by surprise. You aren’t quite sure why you reached for him – actually, you probably did but your mind and feelings are a mess – but when Peter stares at you with his eyes wide, a little bit of hope lit up in them.

“I – sorry,” You murmur but as you are about to take your hand back from Peter’s arm, he holds on to your delicate fingers, looking in to your eyes, deep. You flush slightly – the way he is looking at you full of love, adoration feels very familiar, comfortable – and briefly look away from him before clearing your throat. “I don’t want you to go.”

Peter stares at you in surprise once more. “What do you – what do you mean?” He really cannot help the spark of hope that burned in him.

You shake your head. “I don’t want you to go – that was what I wanted to tell you earlier.” You gulp. “I – you feel very familiar – and my mind is trying to tell me something, something about us and I want to give us a try. Again. If you don’t mind.” You ramble softly and Peter takes a few seconds to wrap his head around what you have just said and he nods his eagerly.

“Yeah, yes, of course – I – yes,” Peter stutters as he laces his fingers through yours, blowing out a breath. Truth be told, even though he had said all of those things to you earlier, Peter knows deep down inside he probably will never be able to stay away from you – he is all talk and no bark at all.

You feel your mouth tremble in a wobbly smile. The way Peter is looking at you with so much love, your heart feels almost too full to hold on to any of it – but you realize that they are very welcomed. “Thank you, Peter.”

Peter shakes his head, bringing your hand tenderly to his lips; he kisses it before moving your hand to rest against his cheek. Your thumb rubs his cheek in a sweet caress; something that you used to do often to him and Peter suddenly feels motivated. Despite what the doctors told him, Peter is going to try his hardest to make sure you get your memories back and if it ever comes to the point where you probably have to start anew, Peter is also going to make sure he is there with you, every single step of the way.

#32-You See Him Cry for the First Time (Harry)

Warning: traumatic experiences, being hit by a car, hospitals, ambulances, a concussion, and sad Harry. 

A/N: I had a seriously cute idea for this….and then this happened. I apologize in advance. I would’ve thought watching Moana while writing this would’ve helped it be happier….but nope. Oops.

“Harry!” You called, waving at him from across the street. You looked both ways, before starting to cross the road. Harry smiled at you, before he glanced down the road, and his expression changed to one of fear.

“(Y/N)! Watch out!” Harry cried, starting towards you. You looked to the side, and saw a car speeding towards you. You tried to run out of the way of the car, but it’s bumper clipped you, the force knocking you to the ground. Your head came into contact with the ground, your vision blurring from the force of the impact. “Love? (Y/N), love, can you hear me?”

“Harry?” You murmured, trying to focus on his face.

“Oh, God, (Y/N), you’re bleeding,” Harry whispered, quickly pulling out his phone. He dialled 911, and you could hear him talking, before the words faded out, and your vision going dark.


Harry gasped, his phone slipping through his fingers to collide with the ground. One of his hands went to yours, and the other reached for your wrist, checking your pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt it, beating strongly underneath his fingertips. Soon afterwards, he heard the wailing of the sirens approaching, and the area became a flurry of activity. The paramedics loaded you into the ambulance, and Harry hurriedly asked if he could accompany you, climbing into the passenger’s seat, when they said he could. The ambulance raced towards the hospital, the other traffic getting hurriedly out of the way. When they arrived, the paramedics unloaded the stretcher you were on, and rushed you into the hospital. Harry was told to wait outside the room you were in while the doctor examined you, and that he would be informed when they knew something. Harry sat outside your room, his gaze focused on the floor in front of him.

“Mr. Styles?” A voice asked. Harry looked up, and saw a young doctor in front of him. “I’m Dr. Watson. I need to talk to you about Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

“Is….is she okay?” Harry whispered.

“She’s going to be fine. She has a mild concussion, but other than that, she’s going to be perfectly fine. She’s very lucky,” Dr. Watson said. “You can go in and see her, if you want.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you,” Harry quietly said, before standing and walking into your room. He gulped at the sight of you lying there, unmoving. Harry took a seat in the chair next to your bed, before taking your hand in his. After what felt like an eternity, you moved slightly, squinting before opening your eyes.

“(Y/N)?” Harry whispered.

“Harry? Where am I?” You quietly said.

“You’re in the hospital. Do you remember the accident?” Harry quietly asked.  

“There was a car….I remember,” You replied.

“The doctor said that you’re going to be perfectly fine,” Harry said, smiling gently at you. He took a deep breath, relieved that you were okay. The doctor came in shortly afterwards, checked you over, and released you. The two of you went home, spending the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies. Harry  kept glancing over at you, checking to make sure that you were okay.

“Harry, you keep looking over at me. What’s going on?” You inquired.

“Nothing, love,” Harry replied.

“Harry,” You said, turning towards him.

“Okay,” Harry murmured. “I just….I was so scared this afternoon. You lost consciousness, and I thought I’d lost you. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Harry looked up at you, his eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, Harry,” You whispered. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you. You felt tears sinking into your shirt, wetting the fabric. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re not going to lose me,”

“I love you, (Y/N),” Harry quietly said, gently rubbing your back.

“I love you too, Harry,” You replied. The two of you stayed that way until Harry drifted off to sleep, his hand clutching yours. You smiled at the sight, before returning to watching the movie.

Written by Angel

Too Late pt. 2

Ship: Wonho x [y/n]

Genre: a little bit angst{??} / romance

Word Count: 1,601

Hey guys! Here’s the second part of Too Bad as a lot of you requested :) I’m so sorry if this scenario/imagine is quite meh ;u; I think I lost my idea bone ;u; I hope you guys enjoy reading this ;u; I also apologize in advance for any misspelled words and wrong grammars.

If you haven’t read the first part, click here! And if you want to read other scenarios/imagines, click here! ;u;

Originally posted by twice-ooh

Rain started to pour, Wonho and Shownu were at the waiting area. The news went right straight to the others, making them hurry off to the hospital. Wonho couldn’t stop crying, his mind was filled with negative thought. If you were to hear his thoughts, it was too painful for one to bear.

It’s all my fault… [y/n], please don’t leave me…Wonho thought as he had his head down with his hands on his face. Shownu, on the other hand, was staring blankly at the wall. Two tragic news in one day was too much for them to bear. After some time, the boys came running down the hallway.

“W-where is she?” Minhyuk asked as soon as they got to Wonho’s side. The boys took the chance to breathe as they were heavily panting. The boys looked at Shownu and Wonho, realizing that neither one of them were planning to tell them.

As they were about to take a seat, the doctor finally came out of the ER. “May I ask who’s related to Ms. [y/n]?” Everyone’s head turned towards Wonho, who stood up with his right hand raised. “I-I am.” The doctor didn’t ask him any questions and decided to just tell him about your conditions. 

“Ms. [y/n] got tons of scratches and bruises on her body, she fractured her ribs and a leg but what really made me wonder was that usually patients who gets hit by a car end up getting brain concussions, swelling, hemorrhages and hematomas. On Ms. [y/n]’s case, it’s a miracle that there were no signs of damages on her head and on her spinal cord. However, we should not take advantage of this miracle so we’ll be checking on her from to time, to see if there are sudden occurrence.”

Wonho was relieved to hear that you were alright even though he didn’t understand of the doctor’s words, he was able to ease down. “If you have any questions, you can just call me and Ms. [y/n]’s brought to her room. Her room is A-215. Now, please excuse me, I have to go and attend to other patients.” 

The doctor left as soon as possible, making the boys go straight to your room. All of them were about to enter when the nurse went out, stopping them in the process. “Please do go by one or twos to avoid unnecessary problems. Thank you.”

Wonho made the boys go first as he wanted to be the last one to see you. The times passed by so quickly, and it was already Wonho’s turn to go in. Pushing the door open, he softly went right in, carefully closing the door. Wonho could feel his heart break when he saw you wrapped in bandages.

“Oh… babe.” his voice was soft, he slowly walked towards you sadness was plastered all over his face. Standing right beside your bed, he looked at your face. There were small scratches on your bottom lip, right cheek and cheekbone. Carefully, he caressed your cheek and lovingly stared at you.

But despite the fact that you were covered in bandages, he thought that you were the most beautiful lady there is in this world. Your long eyelashes, perfectly formed eyebrows, sharp nose, red luscious lips. This made him want to pull you into a kiss but he controlled himself. 

Thinking that it might take a while for you to wake up, he sat down on the chair beside your bed and held on to your hand. He caressed the back of your hand and plopped his left arm on the bed, resting his head on his arm while looking at you.

Slowly falling into a deep slumber, he continued to listen to the clock tick before he finally drifted off to dreamland. 

It was already past midnight when you regained consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the brightness of the room. You wondered why the ceiling was white and where you were. Wonho, noticing the sudden movement from your hand, wakes up, only to see you squinting your eyes.

“[y/n]…” his voice trailed off as he attacked you into a tight hug, hugging you from the side, his head nestled on your neck. You chuckled but then winced in pain, as you finally realized that your ribs hurt when you laugh or move. 

“Oh my- I’m so sorry, [y/n]!” he quickly pulled away, making you reassure him that it wasn’t his fault. “D-don’t be sorry. Ah.. Wonho, can you adjust my bed?” Wonho sheepishly scratched his head and proceeded in doing your request. 

Just clicking a button, your bed moved, making you sit right up with its comforter still supporting you. A smile never left your face when you saw Wonho standing there right in front of you. 

“What happened?” you asked as you saw your body being wrapped with bandages. “Uhh, let’s not talk about it first, okay?” Wonho flashed you a smile and he hurriedly sat at the edge of your bed. The two of you just stared at each other for some time and Wonho, thirsty for your kiss, didn’t hesitate in planting a kiss on your lips.

“Wonho!” you whined as you were flustered by what he just did. Wonho just laughed it off and proceeded into nursing you. He was carefully applying lotion on your hands when you remembered about your miscarriage.

Remembering the reason, you slowly pulled your hands away from him as you tried to fight back the tears. Wonho was surprised but then realized what was going on. 

“Babe…” he whispered as he saw you sadly looking at him. “We lost our baby, didn’t we?” your voice was soft but fragile. Wonho saw how depressed you looked, your lips quivered as large drops of tears fell on the blanket. “[y/n]….”

“Our baby would’ve been alive if you just didn’t…..” the sound of your voice hitching made Wonho blame himself once more. The only thing that he wanted to do right now was pull you into a tight hug but he couldn’t.

“I-I’m so sorry, [y/n]…. i-it’s all my fault.” Wonho bowed his head, as he continued to blame himself for what happened to you and your baby. Silence filled the air once more as you continued to cry. Finally getting into his senses, Wonho looked up and firmly held your hand.

“[y/n], I promise you this with all my heart, I will stop drinking and coming home really really late. I promise to be home by seven.” You weren’t easily convinced by his remark. 

“Cross my heart, I hope to die if ever I break that promise, [y/n].” Wonho even intertwined both of your pinkies, his eyes was filled with sincerity. “You promise?” you softly mumbled, earning a nod from him.

“Okay, I trust you to keep your promise this time.” You pulled him into a hug, Wonho carefully wrapping his arms around you. 

Ever since that day, Wonho changed into a better person. He would come home at exactly seven or even before seven. The thought of hurting you again made him love you more than ever. 

It was the 25th of December when you got up really early as you realized that you haven’t got your period since the last two months. Pulling your drawer open, you pulled out a pregnancy test kit and proceeded in checking if you were pregnant or not. 

When a minute or two passed, two red lines showed, indicating that you were, once again, pregnant with Wonho’s baby. Rushing out of the bathroom, you quickly slid yourself under the covers, waking Wonho up. “Wonho! Wake up!” a big cheeky grin was plastered on your face. 

“W-what?” Wonho looked at you with only one eye open. “What’s wrong–” before he could finish, you crashed your lips onto his. Wonho didn’t hesitate to kiss you back but he wondered why you kissed him so suddenly.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, getting up into a sitting position. Biting your lips, you showed him the pregnancy test kit. At first, he didn’t believe it, “Are you sure?…..” then after realizing that it was too good to be true, his eyes widened, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Oh my gosh! Babe, we’re pregnant!” Wonho was now tearing up, which made you laugh at him. “Yes, we are.” You chuckled, only to be engulfed into a tight hug once more. “This is the best Christmas ever!” Wonho screamed as he pulled you back to bed. 

Wonho did what you’ve asked him throughout the months of your pregnancy. He was extremely gentle and understanding despite the fact your mood would always go up then fall rock bottom. But there were also times when Wonho already started acting like father, he would play classical music near your tummy and would start buying things for the baby, like the crib and all.

All of those hardships finally ended when you finally gave birth to a handsome son. “You did a great job, honey.” Wonho whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead. You smiled and looked at your child.

“He looks just like you, honey.” Wonho chuckled and thought out loud, “I bet he’ll be like me, having tons of girls swarming around me–”

“Ehem!” Wonho flashed you a cheeky grin and gave you a peace sign. “I’m just kidding babe.” It was now the time for you to breastfeed your baby, which made Wonho come up with the best idea in the whole wide world.

“How about let’s make another one? A baby girl would be nice.” 


“I’m just kidding. I love you~”

anonymous asked:

A/ your stories are wonderful B/ how about one where dan lets the first "I love you" slip out?

A/N: Oh, lovely, thank you so much ! I appreciate that. I also appreciate this prompt - it’s so sweet, and I got so excited when I realized this was the next prompt I had to fill ! I really hope you like it, and I apologize in advance for it being so late. 


Confrontation was never one of your strong suits. Debating was one thing, arguing was another; really, you hated doing both. It got too overwhelming too quickly, and often left you with an intense need to cry, or lay down, or some combination of the two.
However, you found someone that was even less confrontational than you - Dan. He barely even liked debating, always trying to steer others away from subjects that might start something. Out of the two of you, he was always the one to tell you it’s not worth it at things like dinners and parties. He tended to walk away from conversations first, especially ones that had all ready started off with bite in the words; it was a good thing more often than not - it gave you time to calm down and think.

How the conversation had turned into what it did was sort of lost to the shouting. The two of you had come home, you a little buzzed and him with the car keys in hand, in nice clothes after a night out with friends. Shoes were kicked off, his jacket was discarded, and you were beginning to pull your hair out of its braid when you saw the look on his face. It almost looked pained, but there was more to it than that, a heat in his eyes you had only seen on very rare occasions. “Dan, you okay?” you asked, blinking away the momentary fog. There was a shrug, but a simple “Yeah” in response. Despite the drinks, you knew that wasn’t how he’d normally answer.
Giving him a moment of quiet, you undid your hair, watching him continue to undo himself, unwind, but with a certain tenseness in his shoulders that was, even after six and a half months of on-and-off dating, unfamiliar. “Danny?” He looked over, eyes locking, the look almost surprising you. “What’s wrong?” A beat. “Nothing.” Another beat of silence, then you spoke up, voice soft. “Did I do something wrong?” It didn’t seem likely, since you were with him and his friends all night, drinking and dancing and laughing, having fun after a successful week of working on videos and the like. “No, no, you’re fine, babe.” But even then, you weren’t convinced.

As he walked away into the room, you followed. “You sure? You seem… Off,” you continued, not trying to push, but wanting to know just what had your boyfriend so upset. “Usually you’d be all bubbly and talky when we get home, or handsy and cute, but-” Dan started on his belt, voice sharpening. “I’m fine.” You blinked. “Excuse me?” What did you do to deserve that tone? “If I didn’t do anything wrong, I don’t think I should be spoken to like that.” He sighed, threw his head back, exasperated. “Just stop pushing, all right? It’s fine. I’ll get over it,” he told you; you took a step forward. “Get over what?” Now you were concerned. You did do something. “What happened tonight, Dan?“
As the belt was pulled from the loops of his jeans, there was a long moment of silence. “There was that guy all over you, on the dancefloor. I saw. Hands on your hips, face in your neck…” His voice sounded strained. “Just pissed me off a bit, ‘s all. It’s fine. I’ll get over it.” Oh. He’s jealous. How cute. “ Aw, honey, I - You were busy with Arin. I didn’t wanna bug you.” Your voice hit its own tone of defense. “And it wasn’t like I was going to go home with him. Or like you’ve really cared before now anyways.” Before tonight, you two were a very casual thing, occasionally dating, using the boyfriend/girlfriend terminology loosely, never making any sort of public spectacle out of what you did behind closed doors. What had changed? “Oh, please, I’ve always cared, just like you,” he shot back, bringing the tone around once more. “Seeing me with anyone that’s not you fucking breaks your heart. That’s why it took Holly, of all people, to drag you away from pouring a drink all over a girl last weekend.” You bristled. He was supposed to let that go. At any rate, that girl almost deserved it - she was all over Dan, hand on his, leg occasionally brushing his…
You’re such a hypocrite.
“It’s not like a I danced with the guy to make you jealous!” Your voice had raised. “I just did it to dance. You were talking to Arin, and Suzy was getting drinks, so what else was I gonna do?” Not dance, you idiot, your mind finished. “Could’ve waited for one of us. Could’ve waited for me. Do you realize what I’d give to have danced with you like that?” Whoa. Taking a half a step forward, you were going to stop him, but Dan turned, facing you, eyes alight. “You don’t get it. You pull that kind of shit at the club, and say these things here at home, and it - I do care.” Whoa whoa whoa. “Dan, wait-” He was going to say something he was going to regret…
“Have you ever thought about someone other than yourself?”
There it was.

Was this really where the relationship was going to end? Because you danced with some stranger you’ll never see again and Dan said something he didn’t really mean (because he was all ready showing the signs of guilt, panic crossing his features like a lightning bolt and making his eyes go wide)? “Jesus, just tell me how you really feel.” The words came out so much softer than you’d wished they had. “No - Fuck, wait, listen - ” If only Holly or even Vernon were here to diffuse the situation. “No you. That wasn’t fair. I think about you all the time, you ass. I think about what sort of things I do, and I post, and I wear, and the people I hang around, because I know I’ve got you and I don’t wanna lose you-”
“I know, I know- I-”
“Do you really know, Danny? Because that sure as fuck didn’t sound like it. That sounded like-”
“I know what it sounded like! Like I thought you were selfish, and taking advantage of me, but please know I don’t think that.” For once, you didn’t have anything to say, so he continued. “I’m just - Seeing you with others makes me upset, especially like that. Because I’ve loved you basically since we met, kid, and I-”
Usually you’d be mildly offended by the terminology ‘kid’, but your had brain force-stopped, skipping over the words ‘I love you’ like a broken record.
“Did you just say you loved me?” Another long stretch of silence, your eyes locking with his, answer in his features alone. “Yeah. I do. I love you.” Hearing the confirmation made tears spring to your eyes nonetheless. Closing the small bit of distance between the two of you, you wrapped your arms around his stomach, chin finding his shoulder. With a shaky breath, you replied, “I love you too, Danny.” It took him a moment - to get over the shock, you supposed - but then you felt his arms wrap around your waist as well, bringing you close, a gentle but genuine embrace. 

anonymous asked:

I love her. And the realization just hit me so hard that I started to cry. I rambled about music, she called it precious. I asked her what and she said the way that I talk. I apologized for rambling and she said it makes her happy when I do, and not to apologize. I apologized in advance for rambling about her TO her, and she called me perfect, and then it hit me. I love her.

i feel you anon, i feel you hardcore

Roadhouse Rage Pt. 4

Note: The final installment to this series! Sorry it took so long. @number-one-supernatural-trash: I loved your prank suggestion, and wanted so badly to work it into this, but I couldn’t make it happen. Thanks for the help, and maybe I can use it in another fic:)

Characters: DeanxReader, Sam, Jo, and Ellen

Warnings: Bullying, little language, detailed gore, blood, and death.

                                                    Jo’s POV

We arrive at the motel after a horribly silent ride. I’m feeling crappy about the whole deal, and actually afraid to face Y/N. I won’t blame her if she hates me forever. I can actually live with that. It’s Dean I’m doing this for.

Dean parks the Impala and kills the engine. “Let’s get this over with, kiddo.”

I wince at the title and climb out. My pride is as bruised as an overripe banana. Dean goes to the door and opens it slowly, gently calling out Y/N’s name. It kills me to hear her name on his lips.

“Y/N? Sweetie, I’m back. I brought Jo with me. She’s-” Something bright green and blurry comes flying at me and next thing I know, I’m pinned to the floor. Y/N’s face is right above mine, her eyes burning with hate. I’ve faced a few monsters in my short life, but never have I been more afraid than right now.

Dean’s grabbing at her, yelling for her to get off of me. Her hands are closing around my throat, tighter and tighter. I cough, struggling to inhale.

“Stop! Y/N, let go of her!” Dean manages to pry her away, pulling her across the room so there are several feet between us. “That is enough you two!”

“She freaking tried to kill me!” I shout hoarsely. My throat hurts and I’m sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

“You heartless, son of a-”

“ENOUGH!” Dean nearly screams. “I can’t take much more of this. One of you is gonna get seriously hurt or worse.”

“Tell that to this stupid-”

“Y/N.” Dean gives her a warning look and I can’t hide the smirk on my face. Her eyes instantly fill with tears and I have to work hard not to roll my eyes. Seriously, this is the girl Dean wants to marry?

“Now you both have been acting like immature children, and it has to stop. Right now, end it.”

Y/N locks eyes with me. She’s waiting for me to apologize first. She’s practically daring me. I stiffen my jaw and meet her gaze.

“Girls, end it.”

We continue to glare at each other. I am not about to back down when challenged. And by the position of her chin, she isn’t about to give in either.

“Y/N, be the better man- er woman. Just end it.” Dean is sounding both ticked off and scared.

“Why me? I didn’t start this. She did.”

“Come on-”

“No, she started all of this. I did nothing wrong, Dean.”

I snort. “My stomach says different.”

“Jo.” Dean warns.

“So far, you’ve been directing all of this to me.” Y/N is crying again, good grief. “You’ve been telling me to end this, to make up, to apologize. Why me, Dean? Why are you on her side?”

“I-I’m not.”

“Then tell her to-”

“Quit blubbering like a baby!” I snap. Seriously, her water works display is getting annoying. “Toughen up for goodness sake.”

“Um, I wouldn’t-” Dean gets cut by Y/N advancing towards me.

“Listen here, missy. I’ve had just about enough of you.”

“That makes two of us.” I refuse to be intimidated by her. “Things were so much simpler before you came along. Dean was happy. He didn’t have to cater to an emotionally wrecked cry baby. He didn’t have to choose between his friends.”

“Jo, that’s-”

“You little son of a b***h.” Y/N’s eyes are sparkling with tears and for a fleeting moment, I regret my words. But only for a moment.

“You wanna fight? Go ahead and take your best shot.” I open my stance to welcome her anger, but instead, she takes a step back. She shakes her head as her chin trembles.

“No. I’m done.” She sniffs back tears and turns away. Dean reaches out a hand to touch her arm, but she shrugs him off. She goes into the next room and closes the door behind her. That’s when Dean turns to me.

“What the heck, Jo?”

I avoid his gaze, my anger subsiding enough to feel ashamed by his attention. Having Dean upset with me hurts a lot. “I-I’m sorry- I-I”

“That’s a little too late, don’t you think? Why couldn’t you have said that to her?”

“I-I don’t-”

“Get out.” Dean strides to the door and swings it open for my exit. I fight back the urge to plead my case and step outside.

“Dean, I-”

The door slams in my face.

                                                     Reader’s POV

                                                   Two Years Later

There is so much blood. I clamp my hand over the open wound, swallowing back vomit as I touch organs.

“Hang in there, baby.” Ellen croons, touching her daughter’s cheek. “Stay with us.”

Sam and Dean lock the doors and begin to pour salt at every possible entrance. The hellhounds are howling outside the door, trying to get inside.

“Sam, we could use some help here.” Ellen calls, trying to remain calm, but I can see the look of panic in her eyes.

Jo clenches my free hand in hers, gripping it so tightly that I feel the bones crack. “You okay?” she asks past gritted teeth.

I don’t even look down at the wounds made by the hellhounds. Mine will heal. Jo’s….. it doesn’t look good.

“Don’t worry about me. You saved my life, Jo.” Never would I have imagined that I would be thanking Jo Harvelle for anything.

Sweat mingles with the blood on Jo’s face. She groans softly against the pain as she tries to focus on my face. She tries to speak, but the pain is too intense. I brush her hair back and squeeze her hand back.

“Why’d you do it, Jo? It had me, that would’ve bought y’all some time.”

Jo gives a short chuckle, immediately followed by a sharp breath. “Yeah, that makes sense now. But Dean would never have forgiven me.”

“He’d have had you to comfort him though.” I try to mean it as a joke, though the truth of it hurts.

“No, Y/N.” Jo’s eyes connect with mine. “It’s always been you. There was never any doubt. Guess that’s why it made me so angry.” She groans and for a moment, she closes her eyes and goes so still, it frightens me.


She stirs slightly. “I’m still here.”

“Y/N, go look for a medical kit.” Ellen orders. “We gotta get this bleeding stopped.”

I scrounge around for medical supplies, while Dean manages to get a radio working so he can talk to Bobby. I overhear him telling Bobby about Jo, and how his voice breaks when he tries to tell him that she’s not going to make it. Jo’s words play in my head again. It was always me. Dean loves Jo like his little sister.

I help Ellen bandage up Jo, but it feels pointless. She’s lost too much blood and no amount of stitching is gonna put her back together.

When the boys propose a way to get out, Jo stops them. Ellen starts to cry when she tells them to leave her behind. We argue for a bit, then agree to follow through with her plan. The boys and I set to work making a bomb that Jo will set off when we leave.

Tears stream down my face as I fill a bucket with nails. Dean kneels beside me to pour salt in and touches my hand with his. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Isn’t there another way?”

Dean tightens his jaw and shakes his head. We finish the bombs and one by one, we say our goodbyes. Dean puts the detonator in Jo’s hand. I watch through the tears as he kisses her forehead, both of them fighting tears.

I kneel beside her, taking her pale face in my hands. “Jo Harvelle, I never thought I’d be saying this, but I’m gonna miss you.”

She smiles through the tears. “Don’t be a crybaby.” I can’t hug her because of her position and for fear of hurting her, so I kiss her cheek. Salty tears and blood linger on my lips as I slowly pull away.

“Y/N,” Jo whispers. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“So am I.” I give her arm a gentle squeeze, then rise.

Ellen kneels by her daughter and Jo begins cry.

“Ellen?” Dean asks when she doesn’t get up.

“Someone’s gotta let ‘em in. And she ain’t moving. Now go.”

“Ellen,” Sam begins.

“I said go.”

Dean takes my hand and we follow Sam up onto the roof. If it wasn’t for Dean’s hand, I wouldn’t be able to move from being blinded by tears. We get outside and a few yards away from the building blows up. The three of us stop and watch the flames rise up towards the sky.

“Goodbye, Jo. Goodbye Ellen.” I whisper, hoping they can hear me. “Rest in peace.”

Can’t Lose You // Isaac Lahey Imagine

RequestCan I have an imagine where you and Isaac are having an argument bc you almost got hurt trying to help the pack so while he’s talking he starts using your insecurities against you and saying things he doesn’t mean and you storm out crying so he so he finds you and apologizes and can it also have a lot of fluff in the end, and sorry I had to make to parts for this but thank you in advance :)

Sorry this took so long!! I really hope that this lives up to your expectations :)

Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,191

“You could have been killed!” Isaac shouted at you. His fists were tightly clenched into fists and the bright yellow of his eyes were shinning back at you like two tiny moons. 

“But I wasn’t! I’m fine, Isaac. Look at me, I am here and I am breathing!” You shouted back. The pack had finally had a lead on a very vicious monster that was creeping through the shadows of Beacon Hills. Despite Isaac’s warnings and pleads for you to not come with them, you tagged along anyway. You didn’t have any special powers or super strength that would be useful to the pack but you hated staying back, knowing that all of your friends were risking their lives and you were just laying in bed, worrying. During their fight, Isaac ended up one on one with the creature, the creature viciously tearing it’s teeth into Isaac’s skin. You were scared and jumped in, in attempt to save Isaac which worked and you thought he would be grateful to your sudden braveness but that wasn’t the case. 

“That’s not the point, Y/N! I had the situation handled, you didn’t have to jump in to try and save me. That was such a stupid thing to do, what were you thinking?!” Isaac retorted, his words icy and strict. 

“I was thinking about you! What was I supposed to do? Sit back and watch you get hurt or even worse, get killed?” You crossed your arms over your chest in irritation. 

“That’s exactly what you are supposed to do!” Isaac shouted. He stepped closer to you, his eyes still shining bright and his fists still clenched. You shrunk under his intense gaze. You imagined that it you looked like you were a dog that was just scolded by chewing up your owner’s favorite shoe. “You are a weak and fragile human, Y/N! You are no match to anything in the supernatural world and when you try to intervene, you just cause more harm than good.” 

You cringed at Isaac’s words. Being useless was one of your many insecurities and Isaac knew that. You hated the fact that you were so weak. You hated the fact that there was nothing strong and athletic about you. “You know that I just want to help as much as I can.” Your voice was much softer than the previous moments before. 

“Well, stop. I don’t need you. I don’t need you to help me.” Ouch. Each word that fell from Isaac’s mouth was like a shard of glass piercing your heart. He knew that you were always insecure about meaning nothing to him. You were always scared of needing him more than he needed you or of loving him more than he loved you. Once again, your thoughts were proven to be true. 

The tears welled up in your eyes and you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t cry. No, not in front of him. Your ran your fingers through your hair as a sign of frustration, swallowing back the tears as much as you could. “Fine, Isaac. I’ll just stay out of your way and while I’m at it, I’ll stay out of your life too.” You saw his eyes instantly fall back into their beautiful blue color but you looked away. Instead, you ran right past him and out the door, ignoring his fleeting calls after you. 

It was raining but you didn’t care. You just kept running, the tears mixing with the raindrops that were cascading down your face. Isaac’s words kept replaying in your head like a broken record. As you were running, you tripped on slight rise in the concrete that you didn’t see. You tumbled to the ground and instead of forcing yourself up, you sat there. You wrapped your arms around your legs and just cried, the rain pelting down on you. In a flash, you were wrapped in someone’s warm embrace and by the smell that engulfed you as soon as you were buried in this person’s chest, you knew it was Isaac. 

He lifted you off the ground and despite your anger towards him, you clung to him as he carried you back to your house. It wasn’t a far walk so you must have not ran as far as you thought you did. As soon as you were safe in your own house, Isaac wrapped you tightly in a few blankets and held you close to his chest. “I am so sorry.” He said softly, kissing the top of your head. 

You sniffled, your chest still heaving up and down from running and crying. “The things you said…they really hurt me. You know my insecurities and you used them against me.” 

Isaac’s fingers danced across your arm, giving your goosebumps, goosebumps. “I know and I didn’t mean a single thing that I said. I just got so scared. Y/N, the thought of losing you scares the shit out of me and seeing you in danger, I couldn’t handle it.” 

You nodded slowly. “I was just trying to help. I don’t want to lose you either, you know.” 

Isaac sighed. “I know and I appreciate you trying to help me, I do. But I can’t be there to protect you when you do things like you did tonight. I would never be able to forgive myself if something ever happened to you and I could have prevented it.” 

You sat up and wiggled your way out of Isaac’s grip. “That’s the thing, Isaac, I don’t always want to be the one who needs protection. I feel so useless to you and to everyone else in the pack. When I saw you were in danger, I wanted to help mostly because I was scared but mostly because I wanted to be worth something.” 

“Y/N, you are anything but useless. You’re the person who keeps me sane. You’re my anchor. Who do you think is the one I think about when someone is pushing my buttons and I have to keep calm? Who do you think keeps me from changing on a full moon? Who do you think is the reason I haven’t given up yet? It’s you. Without you, who knows how many people I would have killed or who knows if I would even be alive right now.” Isaac lectured to you, his eyes never once leaving your own. “And I know everyone else loves you and needs you just as much. I can guarantee that.” 

“I’m sorry.” You chocked out. 

Isaac shook his head. “I’m the only one who is allowed to and needs to say sorry in this situation. I love you, Y/N. So much. Please don’t ever forget that.” 

You placed your hand on his cheek, running your finger along this cheekbone. You leaned forward and captured his lips in soft yet passionate kiss. Isaac’s hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. After a few seconds you pulled away, completely breathless. “I love you, Isaac.” 

Gaaahhhh, I hope you like this! I’m not really sure how I feel about it but hopefully you like it!. 

anonymous asked:

I'm mad about ignorant people, do you have any funny remarks to make me feel better

Here, have some Mary Sue jokes I found on the interwebs:

Mary Sue was telling a Gary Stu a joke about a guy who was emotionless, carried a lot of awesome swords, knew kung fu, used advanced magic and couldn’t remember his past. Halfway through, Gary Stu interrupts her, “Don’t you know I’m a Gary Stu?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mary Sue apologizes, “Do you want me to start over and talk slower?" 

Mary Sue was thrilled when her doctor told her she was pregnant. She could derive lots of drama from this by crying all the time and keeping her boyfriend at her side all the time, not to mention the possibility of getting her baby kidnapped all the time. She was about to cheer when a frown crossed her normally sullen face. "What’s wrong?” The doctor asked. She held onto his arm and buried her face in his chest and asked, “But is it mine?" 

One day a rancher was standing at the side of the penned up field when a woman walked up to him. "Hi,” she said. “I’m Mary Sue and I want to go into this field.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, miss, but you shouldn’t do that.” Mary Sue’s eyes turned from blue to deep green because she was upset. She flipped her glossy auburn over her shoulder and put her hands on her hips. “I am Mary Sue. I will go into that field and brush my horse. She only trusts me and no one else. You will kindly step out of my way and let me into this field” The rancher could only nod and move out of her way. Mary Sue walked into the field and started to call for her horse. She disappeared behind some trees but then quickly came running out with an angry bull chasing her.
“Quick!” The rancher yelled, “Tell him you’re Mary Sue!”

Why do Mary Sues always smile during lightning storms?
They think their picture is being taken

Mary Sue goes to work one morning crying her eyes out. Her boss, concerned about his employee, walks over to her and asks sympathetically, “What’s the matter?” She replies, “Early this morning I got a phone call that my mother was killed by vampires!” The boss, feeling very sorry for this tragic Mary Sue, says, “Why don’t you go home for the day. We aren’t terribly busy. Just take the day off and go relax.” Mary Sue calms herself because she’s very strong in the face of all adversity and calmly states, “No. I’d be better off here. I need to keep my mind busy and I have the best chance of doing that here. I am a typical Mary Sue, after all. Drama is a part of my life.” The boss nods. “If you need anything just let me know.” A few hours pass and the boss decides to check on Mary Sue. He finds her crying hysterically. He rushes over and asks, “What’s the matter now? Are you going to be ok?” Mary Sue breaks down in tears. “I just received a horrible call from my sister. She said that her mom was killed by vampires too!!!”

A man walks into a bar and finds a Genie in a lamp. The Genie will only grant him one wish. The man wishes to be a million times smarter than any man on earth. *POOF* the Genie turns him into a Mary Sue!

And if none of these have worked then I refer you to The Mary Sue who have a thread of funny things for hard times

anonymous asked:

YOU WRITE ABOUT JAY PARK?! YAAAAAS!!!! Thank You sooo much for doing so. I apologize in advance but there was no trigger topics so i would like to request a Jay Park reaction in which his gf is pregnant and she tells him the news. Again thank you and sorry if this is a trigger topic please let me know and i'll fix it right up. :3

Jay would go speechless the second she break the news to him. After he had his time to procss what he heard he would say soemthing like “Are you serious? You’re not fucking with me right?” After she confirmed it to him he would take her into his arms and probably start crying. Jay is a family man and would be really excited to have his own.

*gif is not mine credit to owner*

anonymous asked:

HI ITS ME the anon who was lost in a void of teen!lock gayness and I'm reporting happily that I've made a rough draft of my essay!!!! Thank u btw for the motivation actually I can honestly say I wouldn't have started until like Sunday night if you hadn't replied but YOU DID and I'm always a slut for teen!lock recs so please??? ❤️❤️❤️

Most of these are pretty short; there’s not enough longer teenlock fics :( Apologies in advance, I’m on mobile and the links will just be kinda there. My personal favorites are bolded

HERE BE TEENLOCK (and some unilock)

John Watson is Better than Tumblr (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1854973/chapters/3990439?show_comments=true): Sherlock is always on tumblr

Moonlight Symphony (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2033397): I wanted to cry, this was so beautiful. Sherlock has a recital and doesn’t tell John

Notes From John Watson (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1709888): Just a really short teenlock where John leaves notes for Sherlock in their shared locker

Waiting to be Known (http://soera.livejournal.com/40633.html): It’s sort of teenlock? Not really? Time travel. Sort of? Read it and you’ll understand

A Halloween Shindig (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5115554#main): A bit late for a Halloween rec but whatever

Seducing Sherlock Holmes (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3507524/chapters/7710056): John is dared to seduce one Sherlock Holmes. He gets in way over his head

Injuries John can Help With (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4986592?view_adult=true#main): They’re in PE and Sherlock gets hit in the head

The Problem with Polyjuice (http://archiveofourown.org/works/983957?view_adult=true#main): Potterlock, Sherlock, in John’s body, wanking. That’s it. Oh, and John walks in on him.

Behind Closed Doors (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4876924#main): ANGST!!! With a happy ending c:

To Believe in Forever (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3419111#main): They try to make each other jealous at prom. It’s actually very sweet

The Dancer and The Captain (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4031605?view_adult=true): Balletlock is smitten and so is Rugbyjohn.

Poetry & Texting (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3713812): One of the best secret admirer tropes out there

Are You Being Careful With Your Heart? (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3539090?view_adult=true): If you’re a fan of Nerd!Sherlock, this is the one for you

Strays (http://archiveofourown.org/works/403407): John is 22 and Sherlock is 16 so be wary if that makes you uncomfortable, it did for me a bit. But it’s very well written and I love the premise

The Love Shack (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4606803): Very short but funny

Crescendo/Decrescendo (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1091562#main): Basically just Greaserlock smut

Stolen Kisses (In the Rooms of Requirement) (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2064885): Short and sweet potterlock

Paper Hearts (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2017536): Another secret admirer trope! So cheesy and fluffy

Two Years as Your Interpreter (http://archiveofourown.org/works/972991/chapters/1912796): Magical realism teenlock

Heart on a String (http://archiveofourown.org/works/930855?view_adult=true#main): Kidlock going into Teenlock. This one hurts


Wishing You Were Somehow Here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4077997): I just…this fic…just read it…

I Thought he Knew (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3761092#main): Misunderstanding

Secrets (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3510494?view_adult=true#main): So Sherlock had a tongue piercing and John is in way too deep

Coup de Forde (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2778176): Not really unilock but they’re at that age. Sherlock is French and John’s on a skiing trip with his friends and that’s how they meet

Quo Fata Vocant (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3375275): Another Secret Admirer trope! I love them. I love them so much. And it’s a library AU :D

You’re on The Air (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2699969): They’re college hosts a radio show about lOoOoOve. Sherlock is required to host, and to boost ratings, they bring in John Watson. This one is just really good, okay

Ink and Honey (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4278633): Drunk truth or dare brings John’s feelings to light


Also, anything from @mssmithlove1 and @prettysherlocksoldier . They have great teenlock fics

AND! I have a fic rec blog :) go follow @johnlockfanficrec for reviews on every…single…fic…I read
You Meet At a Wedding (Calum Hood Imagine)

A/N: this started out as a 4/4 preference but as I started writing Calum’s part I got a little carried away.. I apologize for all the Calum feels in advance. also happy new year guys! :D

Staring at your best friend as she said her teary I-Do’s to her husband had made you want to cry. Although one half of you was very happy and excited for her, the other half couldn’t shake off the feeling that you would be alone for the rest of your life. Standing beside her as her maid of honor, you tried to picture how you would look and act on your wedding day but you couldn’t. No guy in your life had swept you off your feet as Austin had done for (Y/BFFs/N) and you felt like no one ever would. Life wasn’t like a Nicholas Sparks novel and none of your past relationships had been as effortless as (Y/BFFs/N) and Austin’s. As you were zoning out, you were jolted back into reality as you felt a nudge from (Y/BFFs/N) to take the best man’s hand and walk back down the aisle to conclude the ceremony. You quickly smoothed down your navy blue one shouldered bridesmaids dress and grabbed the best man’s hand.
(Y/BFFs/N) looked flawless in her beaded and strapless ballgown. She looked like a modern day princess and Austin couldn’t take his eyes off her the whole night; you found yourself smiling at how happy they were together. Their reception was full of laughter and dancing. It was amazing that you could watch your best friend be so happy on one of the best nights of her life. Although you were ecstatic for her, you couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that you had had ever since the ceremony. As the night continued on, you reserved a permanent spot for yourself at a table towards the back of the venue. (Y/BFFS/N) and the other bridesmaids could see how sad you were and had tried–unsuccessfully–to get your mind off of whatever was bugging you in the best way they knew how: attractive males. You felt so terrible for politely declining the invitations of each of the boys they had sent over. You could see how nervous and uncomfortable they were because they had been pressured to ask you from your friends. While you felt bad for saying no, your only partner for the night would be your glass of champagne. You didn’t want to dance or think about love. All you wanted to do was sit, watch people, and stuff your face with dessert.
As you sat at the table watching couples dance the night away, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Preparing to recite your prepared speech to decline their invitation to dance you were struck by this mysterious stranger in front of you.  To say he was tall, dark, and handsome was an understatement .This man’s dark brown eyes gazed intently into yours as you found yourself visibly speechless. His tan skin was very well suited for the jet black suit and black tie he was wearing. His dark brown hair was perfectly styled, with a very noticeable blonde streak right in the middle. While your eyes were raking down his body in his suit, you heard the stranger clear his throat. “Um, excuse me. My eyes are up here.” He winked at you, causing a blush to form on your cheeks. “Awe hey, I’m sorry. I was only trying to make you laugh. I’m Calum. Cousin of the groom.” He stuck out his hand. Composing yourself you shook his hand and replied, “Y/N. Maid of honor and the bride’s best friend.” “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N. But i have to ask, why do you look so sad? I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to be at a wedding, not a funeral.” He joked as he sat down next to you. You cracked a small smile as you mockingly glared at him. “Well, to be brutally honest this whole night I’ve been picturing how foreboding my future is going because my future consists of becoming a cat lady and living alone.” You looked down out of embarrassment. Why you had just told an attractive stranger how pathetic your life had become was beyond you. Calum started to heartily chuckle as you began to shrink farther and farther down in your chair. “Calum, it was a pleasure to meet you but I’m -” “Wait.” He interjected, grabbing your hand as you were standing out of your chair. He motioned for you to sit back down as he cleared his throat again.“I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just laughing because that statement has to be further from the truth.” His eyes full of sincerity. You stopped him before he could continue. “Calum, I’ve had a pretty rough day and I’d just like to go home. I am terribly sorry for the embarrassment and pressure that my friends put you under to come talk to me, but I’m just going to go home.” You confessed, giving Calum a cordial smile as you began to leave the table. But, before you could leave, Calum stopped you, grabbing your hand and spinning you around to face him.“To be quite honest, Y/N,I’ve been watching you all night trying to get the courage to ask you to dance. Every time I was about to approach you, some one else had asked you and you had turned them down. I promise in no way shape or form did your friends pressure me to come talk to you. I just wanted to make conversation with the beautiful girl who was sitting by herself in a corner. So please let me make your day better and dance with me?” He begged, a small nervous smile formed on his lips at the end of his speech. You were at an impasse. You could choose to leave and never see him again or take a chance and accept Calum’s invitation. Speechless, you smiled at Calum and grabbed his hand as the both of you headed towards the center of the dance floor.
“And that girls is the story of how I effortlessly got your mom to fall head-over-heels for me.” Calum cockily concluded. You peered in from the kitchen to see Calum in your family room, with your two daughters on his lap. You smiled to yourself, knowing how much he loved to tell them the story of how you two met. “Honey, I’m not quite sure it was that easy.” You joked as you entered the family room to join Calum and your daughters on the couch. “I do clearly remember how many times you stepped on my toes that night and how you spilled coffee down my dress.”’“Hey! That was an accident!” He exclaimed, causing your daughters to giggle. “But I am glad that you convinced me to go out to lunch with you the next day.” You grinned, giving Calum a light peck on the lips. “Ew!” Your girls yelled covering their eyes. “Daddy has cooties!” your daughter Violet screamed. “Sweetie, someday you won’t think boys are icky..but that day won’t happen until you’re 30.” You husband replied, tickling Violet which caused her to erupt in giggles. “Mommy, when did you know you loved Daddy?” Savannah, your other daughter, asked. “The moment he asked me to dance.” You admitted, earning an awe from your daughters. “See girls! I knew I was right!” Calum cheered, embracing you and the girls into a hug.

anonymous asked:

Why don't you offer tissues to a client when they're crying? Thanks for answering!


So back when I was just starting my psych grad program, a professor demonstrated Gestalt’s empty chair technique in class. A few classmates volunteered to try the technique and each one dissolved into tears within a few minutes of trying it; it was so powerful to witness as a new student.

Once the classmates returned to their seats, I already had tissues waiting for them to dab their eyes. I figured I was being a good friend and classmate, right? So imagine my surprise when my professor explained to us why we as therapists should not hand tissues when our clients cry. But, why?

I’ve been raised in a culture that when you see someone cry, you hand them a tissue or a box of Kleenex. I always took it as a gesture to show that I care about your feelings. But in my psych program I learned (from professors and supervisors) that offering tissues can actually mean the opposite; a non-verbal gesture to suggest, “stop crying,” “don’t cause a scene,” or “pull yourself together.”

When I first heard this I balked and thought it was silly.  But then I thought about our culture and what happens when we witness others crying. How many times have you seen a kid get emotional and hear an adult saying, “don’t cry”? How many times does this get said when we’re adults? So we then become conditioned to view crying as weak, unacceptable and makes people uncomfortable, “here’s a tissue, blow your nose and let’s move on.”

Since that class, I’ve personally tested this theory over the last four years by offering tissues and not offering tissues when someone cries (family, friends and clients alike). I will say that it was REALLY hard at first to break my habit of not giving someone a tissue. At first I felt like a jerk for not doing offering something to comfort someone in tears.

Majority of the time, those I gave tissues to when crying immediately tried to compose themselves and stop, but some of them kept right on crying.  Those who weren’t offered tissues cried, sniffled, some were even downright snotty but that was ok. I would either gently pat their back or touch their hand while they cried to show that I was present with them as they cried.  

Now this doesn’t mean that if someone asks for tissues I refuse it to them; I’m not an apathetic monster. The idea of tissue placement is to have a box (or two) within the client’s reach so they can take as many as they like whenever they want. If someone asks me for a tissue, I’ll happily pass to him or her; but they need to ask me for it first.

This isn’t to say that all therapists buy into this idea. My current therapist is actually quick to direct me to a tissue box near me whenever I start wiping my tears and nose with my hand. Sometimes she’ll even tell me to take a 2nd or 3rd tissue when she thinks I’ve worn out my first (what can I say, I’m a messy cryer). Does this mean she’s bad therapist? No, not at all. She does so many other amazing things that allow her to be present with me and show’s she cares.

Tissue placement is not “all or nothing” in showing a client their therapist cares. This is again, just a theory some therapists take stock in, there’s no right or wrong. If you are a therapist who believes in handing your clients tissues, that’s TOTALLY fine, everyone has a right to their opinion and how they practice psychotherapy. I could really write for much more on this but I’ve got real work to do now!

I do recommend trying it out for yourself and figure out if offering tissues after the first sight of a tear is for someone’s comfort or your own. Thanks for asking, anon (and other anons and @theradisher with similar questions)!

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i’m going to go ahead and apologize in advance, this is going to hurt to make

lets start off with some fetus michael

fetus michael huRTS ME

rip my heart out why dont you

what is this

my heart hurts



im currently crying

babe youre so cute

can we bring this back


mikey you’re hurting me

can we just take a moment

put that tongue back in your mouth or between my legs

oh hey guys i’m finally dying my hair blue again


im kidding i like green more

im gonna stop now because my heart physically cant handle this anymore

-yes im aware i left some out-


Hey guys so long story short my best friend is making me do this before we go to the 1989 Tour because I was a wild one last time. I’ve been a swiftie since February 2007 when I got my first album “Taylor Swift”. From then on I have been obsessed with Taylor Swift, and everyone will tell you that I am like a bloodhound when it comes to anyone even whispering something about Taylor lol. So two years ago I decided to go to the Re Tour with my best friend Kayla (it was my first concert ever). Little did I know that is soon as Taylor would walk on stage, all bets would be off, I would hit the floor screaming, crying, literally it was the perfect storm because it even rained before the concert. Then more surprises kept hitting me because little did I know that Mrs. Shifty Swifty was going to waltz the isles of Gillette Stadium to Stage B and pass within like 5 feet of me (almost died right there). I hurdled so many chairs that literally the security would not leave my side until I exited the stadium. Then Taylor decided to play “All Too Well” and if you know me, you know that song hits me like a sack of potatoes launched at you like a rocket and I start getting the feels and being emotional AF. I proceeded to cry so much after that I have a migraine for the next lifetime. Through all of this my best friend Kayla was there to witness the whole ordeal. For this upcoming tour I am publicly apologizing in advance so people don’t think I am crazy (I SWEAR IM NOT BUT YOU NEVER KNOW)!! I can’t wait for the 1989 World Tour at Gillette and I will be there on both nights with my best friends supporting our home girl


. I AM BEYOND EXCITED AS YOU CAN TELL!!! I’m so excited to meet all of you that I’ve been talking to on tumblr so don’t be afraid to approach me! My goal is to literally fill up my phone with pictures! PS: if I accidentally interrupt ‘Clean’ because an ambulance had to rush in to evacuate me I am SOOOOOOO Sorry but that song gives me major feels and idk what kind of shock I might go into like my friends are bringing a defibrillator if they need to revive me. Taylor is gonna slay my soul back and forth to heaven, I can just foretell that right now.

anonymous asked:

Hellooo. Um, ok so I apologize in advance for this being too long, but could you pleeaseee do an EXO reaction to you (their girlfriend who is also an idol) performing (let's say you are singing "Pretty Hurts" by Beyoncé or "Big Girls Cry" by Sia, but in this case it's your song) and you get really emotional during the performance since the song really describes how you have felt and you start to cry while performing yet you continue to sing flawlessly? Thank youuu! ( p.s I love ur blogg hehehe)

Hello sweetie! It’s ok! ^^ Like I said before,  guys take ur time and write details about ur rquest, it is always great for us to know more about what u want :)

omg the lyrics on sia’s songs hits me like a train … beyonce song is just amazing too! almost makes me cry T_T 

So here we go!


Xiumin: *feels worried about you* Should I go backstage and check on her? * starts wondering himself  until he makes  eye contact with u* “Are u ok babe?” 

Luhan: Goes to talk to you and says…..

Kris/Yifan: someone tolds him u r crying “uh? she’s  what? omg my girl is  crying” not so sure about what to do

Suho: cries with you during your perfomance, cries when you get down the stage, cries on your dressing room, cries at home, cries forever xD xD

Lay:  he was rooting for you, claping his hands while ur perfomance but when he sees u cry *frozes* …. perfomance ends *still in shock*

Chen: *cuddles with u when u arrive home, without saying a word and trying to comfort u on his embrace*

Baekhyun: watches u perform and when u start to cryits ok baekhyun she’ll be fine, its just a performance … or is not? …”

Chanyeol: “oh oh she’s crying…and I believe is for real… wait chanyeol wait until its over and u can go and look for her… just wait…" 

Kyungsoo/D.O: He is waiting for u a little bit sad  but proud at the same timeU did well.. u did well…” Y/N: “Kyungsoo did u were crying?” K:“Ani …” still smiles sadly  

Tao: Emotional baby Panda cries the whole performance “I’m just so touched… I know what it means to my baobei…”

Kai:  in an attempt to not see you cry close his eyes and starts screaming “HA JI MA!! HA JI MAAA DON’T CRYYYY DONTTT” 

Sehun: meets u backstage “u did great honey” nods “good news for u, is u don’t look ugly when u cry, not like suho hyung” lol

I hope you like! and Sorry for the late reply! 

Admin Kris

Hey Guys!! So my best friend is making me do this before we go to the concert lol!

Haha so long story short is I have been a Swiftie since February 2007 when I got my first album “Taylor Swift”. From then on I have been obsessed with Taylor Swift and everyone will tell you my ears are like a blood hound when it comes to anything Taylor. So two years ago I decided to go to the Red Tour with my best friend Kayla (It was my first concert ever). Little did I know that as soon as Taylor would walk on stage, all bets would be off, I would hit the floor screaming, crying, really I was THE perfect storm. It rained before the show so it was basically a perfect storm. Then little did I know little Ms. Shifty Swifty was going to waltz the isles of Gillette to Stage B and pass within like 5 feet of me (almost died). I hurdled so many chairs when she was walking that 3 security guys had to stand next to me. 

Then Taylor decided to play “All too Well” and if you know me, you know that song gets me emotional AF and i start getting major feels. I proceeded to cry so much that I had a migraine for the next lifetime. Through all of this my best friend Kayla was there by my side to witness the whole ordeal. For this upcoming tour she is making me publicly apologize in advance so people don’t think I’m crazy (I SWEAR I’M NOT BUT YOU NEVER KNOW!). I can’t wait for the 1989 World Tour at Gillette and I will be there on both nights with my best friends supporting our home girl taylorswift. I AM BEYOND EXCITED!!!! 

I am excited to see all of you guys there and don’t be afraid to approach me because my goal is to take as many pictures with all of you guys as possible!

PS. If I accidentally interrupt “Clean” because they had to get an ambulance to rescue me I am SOOOOO Sorry but I will get so many feels I might go into idk what kind of shock that I’m gonna need a freaking defibrillator I swear. Taylor is gonna slay my soul to outer space and back with her speech I can already see it.