i broke my face


If you’ve only got one single brother, you want to protect him
from all that is evil, don’t you understand that? - SN: 12x11
The Brothers Lionheart/Astrid Lindgren

“I met him at the company where we worked. We went out dancing. He was kind to me. Things started changing after we got married. I’d rush home from work so I could cook for the whole family. But if the food wasn’t ready on time, he’d get upset. One day his mistress came to the door to tell me about their affair. I was pregnant at the time. He came back from work and found her in the house, and he hit me so hard that he broke my face. I still have the scars. The abuse got worse and worse. I stayed for a long time. At first I thought marriages were supposed to be like that. And by the time I learned otherwise, he wouldn’t let me go. He’d lock me in the house. He’d threaten me by putting a gun to our son’s head. When I finally got a restraining order, I was in such bad shape that I checked into a mental institution. Now I’m alone and it’s the happiest time of my life. I’m able to work. I can eat whatever I want. I can go out whenever I want. Even sitting here and smoking a cigarette is a joy for me.”

(Bogotá, Colombia)

How dan and phil probably broke up #41
  • Phil: *to dan* If I was an enzyme I would be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes ;))
His || Jungkook || 0.12

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12

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Pen Pals

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Reader takes up a Pen Pals writing program at her school, and soon finds herself falling for the military man who’s been sending her letters. What happens when she graduates? Will the letters still come after, or is she just a random person who was strung along just to blow off some steam via words? 

Word Count: 1.7kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Heyy my loves! This is my entry for @revwinchester‘s Birthday Challenge. I got the prompt “Soldier” with Dean (obviously). This was meant to be a one shot, but then I thought, why not make the other half in Dean’s POV? It’s only fair, right? Second part will come next weekend. And the third the following weekend. I really hope you guys like this! Feedback is definitely welcomed!!

*Part Two*

Chapter One: First Letters

Pen Pal - a person with whom one becomes friendly by exchanging letters, especially someone in a foreign country whom one has never met.

I never thought I’d be the one to do these kinds of things. When I signed up for it at the beginning of freshman year in high school, people thought I was insane. They didn’t think I was going to go through with it, you see.

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A Werewolf Boy (2012) || Legend of the Blue Sea (2016)

  • Toriel: *holding a broken coffee pot* Who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Asgore: I did. I broke it.
  • Toriel: No. No, you didn’t. Sans?
  • Sans: Don’t look at me, look at Papyrus.
  • Papyrus: What?! I didn’t break it!
  • Sans: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Papyrus: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Sans: Suspicious.
  • Papyrus: No, it’s not!
  • Undyne: If it matters, probably not but… Mettaton was the last one to use it.
  • Mettaton: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Undyne: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Mettaton: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that!
  • Asgore: Let’s not fight, I broke it. Let me pay for it.
  • Toriel: No. Who broke it?
  • Flowey: Frisk’s been awfully quiet…
  • Frisk: Really?!
  • Flowey: Yeah, really!
  • Everyone: *yelling*
  • Toriel: *facing the camera* I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it.

My (bad) roommate sleeps in the bunk above me and is always dropping stuff onto my face and waking me up to grab it for him. After growing tired of doing this, he’s just placed a board from his bunk to the other to create a shelf that goes across the room… exactly where I have to walk to get in and out of my bed. It’s invisible in the dark and exactly at eye level, and even a slight bump will dislodge it and send it crashing to the floor and onto my bunk… as just happened. I smashed the shit out of my face and almost broke my glasses and the weight of the board fell onto my suitcase, narrowly missing my pillow and laptop.

I don’t think he’s the sort of person who will agree that his need for extra bedside space is less important than my need to keep my face intact.

It’s yours/Dr.Spencer Reid Smut

Originally posted by sweetg

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

“Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.” He said trying to keep his voice steady, I couldn’t find the words. “Go ahead!” He said raising his voice. “I don’t love you.”

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Blue Shirt

Characters: Bones x Reader

Summary: anon requested a fic where the reader breaks her arm in engineering and refuses to go medbay because of a bad experience when she was younger.  but bones shows her there’s nothing to be afraid of.

A/N: I’ve never broken a bone before, so i have no idea what that feels like…also i changed the request a bit from arm to wrist…hope that’s okay! also i’m still shit at titles

Warnings: untreated injuries, description of broken wrist, descriptions of panic attack 

tags: @outside-the-government @yourtropegirl @feelmyroarrrr @jimtkirkisabitch @malindacath 

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One minute everything was fine.  You were in a vertical Jefferies tube, doing some minor maintenance in engineering, humming a classical song to yourself and chatting with Lex, who was in the tube above yours. The next, your boot was slipping on the ladder and you were falling out of the tube.  You barely had time to scream before you were landing on the deck with a loud thud and a small crack.

You lay still for a second, trying to assess the damage.  You were on your stomach, forehead pressed to the hard ground. You flex your legs; they were fine. Your right arm is bent off to the side, and you flex it and use it to push yourself onto your back.  As soon as you move your weight from your right arm to your left underneath you, you feel a radiating, piercing pain.  You shriek and fall onto your back.  Well, you found your left arm.  

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it’s rose quartz and serenity, not rose quartz or serenity,,, i say to my wallet

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