i have feelings about these two

Eight Months.

Even eight months after the break up, Harry still felt the overwhelming urge to check up on you and your life. He would check your social media accounts a few times a week, more so before going to bed when thoughts of you plagued his mind. It felt naughty, wrong in a way; after all, it was him who ended your two year relationship.


“It’s never going to change, Harry! Things will always be the same! You ‘forgot’ my birthday and you spent the day with Kendall. You ‘forgot’ our date night and you spent the evening with Cara. I know it’s what the media want and expect from you, and I know management want you to do this, but I think you want to as well” you sigh, the words you had held for so long in your mouth now finally spilling out.

“You’re joking, right? That was a joke? You seriously think I want to spend any spare time I have with Kendall or Cara over you? Management need me to do this, if I don’t, I can kiss goodbye to my pay cheque! Half the things I do in this job is for you! How the fuck else would you get the latest handbags and purses and shoes?! Who else is going to pay for your education? Because I don’t see you or your family offering to cough up!” he spits almost bitterly.

You gasp in shock at his words. He knew your financial situation at home and that your parent’s worked so bloody hard to provide for you, but it just wasn’t enough. Your future career depended on your qualifications, and those qualifications could only be acquired in higher education in which Harry had offered to pay for, before he knew anything about the money side of things.

“Really, Harry? That’s how you feel? You think I’m with you for the money? I don’t give a damn about the shoes or bags and purses or latest fashion trends. I love you because you’re my boyfriend and I see myself living the rest of my life with you. I don’t love you because you’re Harry Styles from One Direction!” you spit back, your words truthful.

“I’ve heard that one before” he tells you, his eyes averting to the floor.

“So now you’ve got trust issues with me? Other girls may have treated you like that in the past, but I’m not like other girls, Harry. Two years we’ve been together and you really think that of me? When you guys broke up as a band, and you didn’t know what was going to happen to your music career, who was the one sitting up with you every night holding you whilst you cried? Other girls would have run a mile because of the uncertainty of your future. I love you even if you have nothing!” you shout at him.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites his lip. “Look, it’s not even just this causing arguments. They’ve been going on for a while and maybe having Kendall and Cara as friends is something you can’t handle. But I can’t live my life like this anymore. I’m done arguing with you all the time” he tells you softly.

“You’re making it sound like I don’t want you having friends, which isn’t true. I want you to put me first, like you did at the start of our relationship. You would have done anything back then for me, Harry. I hate arguing with you too. Maybe if we arrange some sort of schedule and arrange dates in advance to see each other?” you suggest.

Harry shakes his head. “I think it’s too little too late, (Y/N).”

You frown, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you ask the dreaded question. “Are you breaking up with me.”

Harry’s eyes avert to the floor once more and the silence between you both speaks more volumes than words ever could.


Your Instagram account had been almost inactive for the first month after the break up, with only the occasional bog-standard photos of new make-up purchases and Starbucks coffee. But no selfies and nothing that indicated any happiness in your life. After three months, your social media accounts portrayed some happiness returning to your life as you took selfies with friends on regular nights out, but Harry knew as well as anyone that social media is one massive cover up for reality. Were you really actually happy? Were you living or were you just alive?

It seemed to him that your life continued to appear happy, but after four months of opening the app, he noticed someone by your side. Photograph after photograph, upload after upload, this person would be stood next to you. You had a side when taking photos with Harry, but now somebody else was standing on Harry’s side, taking his place, standing where he should be standing. Then tagging each other on Twitter began taking place. Simple things such as “coffee dates” and memes.

Five months after the messy break up, Harry sighted a picture of the two of you kissing; you and your new beau, as it was publicised. Your lips on his, no doubt his tongue down your throat and he wanted to vomit. It didn’t make social media, but it made the headlines in the news. The media had left you alone a little while after the break up, but of course, a new relationship for you meant gossip amongst the public, especially One Direction fans and Harry girls, and the tabloids couldn’t resist the opportunity.

Upon reaching seven months, Harry noticed another change in you on social media. You were becoming more and more inactive by the day, rarely replying to tweets and the amount of photographs posted reduced. Anybody else would put it down to business in studying and spending time with loved ones, but Harry knew how much you had loved your interactions on social media, and something didn’t sit quite right with him. But then he remembered that he’s not yours and you’re not his, and you have someone else taking care of you now.


Eight months later, and Harry still had you on his mind almost every minute of the day. He would awake in the morning with the help of his alarm but your hair wasn’t sprawled across the pillows as he would expect; he no longer bothered eating breakfast in the mornings; gone are the days when he used keep something warm on the stove for you, for when you awoke, ensuring you had something warm for your hungry tummy in the mornings; he had nobody to send a morning text to. His routine was completely out of sync and nothing over the last few months made it any better.

He would come home every evening to an empty apartment. He had nobody to cook dinner for. He had nobody to talk to about his day. He had nobody to snuggle up to at night. He had nobody to kiss. He had nobody to love and he had nobody to love him.

Some nights would be simple; Harry would climb into bed and flick on the television, watching a favourite film in which he no longer got pleasure out of. He’d check his social media, and then check yours, before setting his alarm and falling asleep, his dreams of you haunting him throughout the night.

Other nights, he’d yearn for you. He loved you, still loves you, and wants nothing more than to hold you whilst you sleep and keep you safe in his embrace. But he would yearn for you in other ways too, awakening in the night from happy dreams of you, his cock hard for you. He would lay awake between the sheets, grinding his hips into them and rubbing himself vigorously as he imagined being inside of you. He would let himself go completely when he could imagine the moans that would leave your lips, the breathlessness you would encounter, and it was as though he could almost feel you come around him.

He hadn’t been in another relationship since the split, but there had been a couple of one night stands. In a way to get over you, ironically, he would fuck others that had similar traits to you. The same hair colour, the same laugh, the same smile. But neither of those girls were you. He didn’t really want them, they just happened along with the alcohol consumption of both parties involved. After two girls, he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the reality of the situation that made him stop, or if it was the slap he received one night.


The music was pounding against the speaker, the DJ’s were screaming out and giving shoutouts, mostly for people’s birthday’s and other celebrations, bartenders were leaning over the bar in an attempt to actually hear what the customers were ordering in the club, and everyone was like sardines, squashed together, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it and having a good time. Everyone except Harry.

He occasionally moved around and shuffled his feet in an attempt to dance, but he felt so lost without you there. He kept an eye out to see if you were around, almost forgetting that you didn’t go there together. He always used to keep an eye on you, making sure you were safe on the dance floor and that no drunken men took advantage of you. He was your protector. 

“What’s your name?” a young blonde asked. That was the only thing that was same about the two of you. You’re blonde and so was she. But she wasn’t you. Harry wasn’t too sure if she was just acting oblivious to the fact that he was the most famous, most well-known person in the club, or whether she was just so drunk that she barely knew her own name, let alone his.

“Harry” he told her, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer so as they could hear each other’s spoken words over the thumping music.

The girl nods. “Louise” she tells him. “Fancy getting out of here?” she asks. 

Harry nods. He realises she’s not as drunk as he thought she was, but taking in her features, she looked a few years older than him. Maybe she really didn’t know who he was.

“Mine or yours?” she asks as they stumble out of the nightclub and onto the streets of London. Louise quickly hails a taxi as Harry replies, “yours.”

Whilst his own place seemed more appealing as he wouldn’t have the awkward ‘leaving after a shag’ stage, he didn’t want to take her, or anyone, to his bed. Only you got the privilege to be in his bed. He didn’t fuck anyone else in his bed, only you. He didn’t want anyone else to come in the sheets besides the two of you together and for each other.

The taxi ride back to hers was soon over and they stumbled through her apartment, his lips pressed to hers. Their eyes remained closed as he thought about you. Undressing you. Running his hands up and down your body and caressing your breasts as you laid all bare for him, for his eyes only.

Harry breathlessly pulls aways as he lifts up the miniskirt. They both quickly realise this is nothing more than sex up against the wall. She’s not taking him to bed either, and Harry wonders if Louise is also getting over someone. Within the next thought, he doesn’t care. He does’t love Louise. He loves (Y/N).

The blonde grabs at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his trousers, his length exposed to her. He quickly reaches into his back pocket before letting his trousers drop and rips open the packaging. Covering himself with the latex, he soon pushes himself into her. She gasps, taking him in, before moving quickly against him.

They’ve both been drinking and he knows his performance will be affected greatly, so he’s not surprised when he quickly comes inside of her, moaning her name. She gasps and he withdraws from her quickly. Before even getting the chance to dress himself, her hand collides with his cheek.

“Louise! I told you my name is Louise!” she yells at him angrily.

And in that moment, he realises that he moaned your name when he came.


He arrived home from the studio and continued his evening rituals. No work the following day meant he could have a later night and whilst he was glad to be able to sleep in later and not have the demands of an alarm clock, he knew from experience that on a day off where he lacked a busy schedule, you would be on his mind more than ever.

The night passed with Harry doing nothing more than eating his evening meal and lounging around in front of the television, flicking through channels to find something to entertain him for a few hours. He occasionally reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself small measures each time. Whilst the drinking had become a regular habit a few months back, Harry had realised that drowning his problems with alcohol helped nobody, not even himself, and he kicked the habit almost as quickly as it had started. No amount of alcohol got you out of his head.

The comedy shows provided some entertainment, and whilst there were a few forced laughs, Harry did find some of the jokes genuinely funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed properly.

Tapping his watch with a yawn, he checked the time. Flicking off the television set, he threw the remotes back on the sofa and picked his body up from the position he had been in for hours. A loud, repeated knock on the door made him jump slightly. The banging got harder and more frantic and he could only wonder who would be calling in on him at this hour. “Alright, I’m coming!” he yelled in frustration. Couldn’t his unwanted and unwelcome guest wait two minutes?!

Heading into the hallway, he unlocked the door, pouting his lips to express his emotion, making sure the person on the other side of it knew he was angry at the disturbance and the complete lack of respect for him and his property. As far as they were aware, he may well have had work the next morning. Swinging the door open,  he gasps, taking in the demeanour of the person standing in front of him, the sight almost killing him as bile rose in his stomach and a nauseous feeling took control of his body.

Lay All Your Love on Me - Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky ‘s writing challenge! I decided to use the song to inspire me and this is what came of it! I hope you like it!

Prompt: Lay all Your Love on Me by ABBA

Word Count: 1.1K

Notes/Warnings: Drinking, jealousy, self doubt, embarrassment, kissing.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

“Promise?” You tugged on the collar of Bucky’s shirt. You were leaning against him, trapping him between you and the front door.

“Baby, I promise. It’s just a guys night. No dames, I swear.” He chuckled at your pouty jealousy. He rubbed his thumb on your cheek and leaned down to kiss your nose.

“None that you’re bringing. That doesn’t mean they won’t be there. It is a bar, Buck.” You chewed on the inside of your lip. You knew how ridiculous you sounded but you couldn’t help it. Bucky always had women looking at him. Not that you didn’t understand why; he’s gorgeous.

“(Y/N),” Bucky held your face in his hands and smiled at you. “I promise, no girls. You trust me, right?”

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Becoming a Father Overnight Part Twenty

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Warnings- Few curse words, but nothing major.

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“Oh no,” Danneel sighed, dropping the magazine in her lap. This was not going go over well with Y/n, who undoubtedly saw it. Poor girl!

“Have you seen this?” She asked Jensen as he entered the room. His eyebrows furrowed together.

“What is it?”

“The Padalecki’s People article.”

“Not really, Jared showed me the pictures on his phone, but I haven’t read it yet. Why?”

“See for yourself,” Danneel extended the magazine towards her husband, waiting while his eyes quickly zoomed over the article.

“Okay…” his texas accent drawled. “You seem annoyed, what’s wrong? It’s a nice little piece.”

“Seriously?” Danneel raised an eyebrow, then rolled her eyes when Jensen just shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe read it again, more carefully. And say, I don’t know, from the perspective of his seventeen year old daughter.”

“Crap,” Jensen muttered, reading the article again. “Man, this is going to be a mess.”

“That is probably an understatement. Jensen, this is going to crush her.”

Jensen flopped down on the couch next to her, “What are the chances you think she doesn’t see it?” Jensen nodded at the look his wife gave him, she would definitely see it. “He didn’t mean for it to come out that way. The public doesn’t know about her, he was probably just trying to protect that.”

“That probably isn’t going to help. Why is that even a thing? It’s been months, this could have been the perfect opportunity to revel her to the public and the fans. There really isn’t a need to keep her a secret anymore.”

“I don’t know babe.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re going over for dinner. I’m sure Gen doesn’t know yet, or I would have gotten a phone call. And it’s probably a good idea to give Jared a heads up before he talks to Y/n next.”

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anonymous asked:

Light, you've been chained to L for quite a while now. Have you learned anything about his past cases? I feel like L has dealt with some jam loving killers possibly more terrifying than Kira even! Also for absolutely, totally, /completely/ no related reason...what do you think about orphanages? (Totally not an excuse to ask the artist if we'll see any of the other wammy boys in the future)

(Decided to tie in this ask with these two as well:)

Full answer under cut! It’s a long one, since I got carried away!

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering how exactly you feel about the Hook storyline? I know you don't like it but I'd like to know your full opinion if you don't mind sharing.

I hate it. On a purely emotional level I absolutely detest everything about it. From the fact that there are two versions of Hook, to it having to be Wish Hook of all versions, to him having a kid, to the potential for love interests, to non-meaningful relationships with Henry/Regina etc. I just hate it. 

On a completely dispassionate level, I think it’s stupid. The Wish Realm never made any sense at all and having this version of Hook be real opens a whole can of worms that the writers are never going to address but we’re expected to accept. I honestly can’t think of a stupider way to do this storyline. 

Arrow 6x02 “ Tribute” Review: Case of Been There, Done That

We are two episodes in and we’ve reached our first filler episode. This one was a tad bleh. I wasn’t very whelmed, so to speak. There were some positive parts but they all seemed to be connected to things that I’m not crazy about. Such is Arrow anymore; have to take the bad with the good. For me, this episode was meh because I feel like we have been here before.  


He was being a wiseass to the press at the start of the episode. I must say that all the screeners who flipped out over the Bruce Wayne mention really need to get lives. That is not singularly the most shocking, show-changing and whatever hyperbolic bull they espoused over the name drop. I think the most show-changing event in the history of Arrow was bringing on Felicity Smoak. She changed absolutely everything. But that’s just me.

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He’s in a game of cat and mouse with the new character, Agent Watson. (I think the first name was Samanda? But I might be wrong.)  She’s not buying his deflections one bit and is determined to prove he is a vigilante. He’s also in a cat and mouse game with Anatoly—who knows Oliver’s weaknesses and exploits them.

But mostly Oliver’s storyline this episode was wrapped up in William. 

I will be honest that the kid had a couple of improved—not great—scenes in this episode. They also were a bit better in how they wrote him; he wasn’t a sniveling 5 yr old. He was acting like a middle schooler. I still think he’s supposed to be about 10; not 12. But that’s my obsession with timeline accuracy. I’m a stickler for it in my own work so it bugs me when others don’t do the same. :D 


Oliver + William 

This is still not my favorite storyline. And what’s the point in having a show about Oliver Queen being the Green Arrow if he isn’t the Green Arrow? I’ll forever dislike William simply because I don’t like the storyline that introduced him. It was sloppy and unnecessary and I’m resentful. It spun a lot of things out of control and was one contributing factor into why season 5 was so damn awful. 

But this is where part of my frustration comes in with this episode and storyline choice: This is just the same story we’ve already been through but now it’s under the guise of Oliver being a dad. Oliver can’t be Green Arrow because of X.

In William’s scene where he says, “That’s not up to you,” he was right. And as much as I wish he’d go away, the kid was understandably afraid of being orphaned. Though, I doubt he’d really be alone. I’m not even talking about Oliver’s found family taking in William. Everyone seems to have magically forgotten Samantha’s parents from last week. In all likelihood he’s probably much closer to his grandparents than he is to Oliver right now. He and Oliver have begun tentative steps to building a relationship between them—something I suspect William is hesitant about because he’s afraid to let Oliver in just to lose him. William did just tragically lose his mother. 

The only redeeming part of this repetitive storyline is that it’s hard to blame it on Oliver’s own stubborn stupidity. He’s not choosing the mask over being in a relationship; he’s not questioning his ability to lead in the light and the dark. Oliver clearly was trying to balance life as a mayor, father and vigilante. He’s not the one who couldn’t handle it, but William. 

I can’t even be mad at Oliver for choosing his kid over being a vigilante. That’s not even close to the worse decision he’s ever made. And it’s selfless; an act of true parenthood from him because being the Green Arrow means something to Oliver. It’s an act of redemption for his sins. It’s a point of purpose. But he’s sacrificing that for the benefit of his son. Again, not an ignoble idea.

Except that we all know that he is going to be the Green Arrow again and that’s why it feels tired. The difference is that he’ll likely hood up again with William’s encouragement. But the summary of this story is that once again Oliver believes he has to choose between being the Green Arrow and being Oliver Queen. 

Why does this sound so familiar…? 

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the cutest thing to me in “tales of shadowhunter academy” was when magnus and alec had just gotten max and alec was being a Promising Parent TM and everyone was like “wow hes such an adult look how he handles this child” but then suddenly he and jace were literally wrestling like little kids and just acting like two teenage bros like wow jace balances alec’s seriousness out and basically keeps him from being too earnest and honestly that is the best thing ever 

anonymous asked:

How would Frisk and Chara react to a reader that realized that those two were sharing a soul? (i read the chara as narrator theory and it is good. ;3)


They never realized it themself until a long time into their adventure. It’s a little relieving, knowing that someone else is at least aware of Chara’s presence other than themself. It’s something that makes them feel like they can confide in you a little, & they talk to you about any issues or frustrations they feel they’re having.


It’s about time someone realized they were there. Despite their contentment with staying dead, a legend really…it’s somewhat comforting to be acknowledged again. They don’t contact you directly much, preferring to work through Frisk, but they made it known that they’re there as much as they possibly can. Albeit, in subtle ways.

“Another sleepless night”

A/N: I’m sorry if the kissing part is really bad, but I tried so I hope that you guys like this. 

Pairing: Richie x Eddie 

Description: Eddie is having nightmares and Richie confronts him about it and this leads to some feelings being revealed. 

Warning: This has some angst but there is fluff at the end. Also, they kiss but idk if that’s a big deal. (There aged up to about 17/18) 

Word count: 958

It was another night that Eddie was awakened by nightmares. For about two weeks he’s been having nightmares, and he has gotten close to zero sleep. The other Losers keep asking him if he was okay and he would just brush them off and tell them that he was only staying up studying, but they were pretty sure they could see right through him. Eddie was now 17, and he was still having nightmares about It. These last two weeks have been particularly bad because it was around the time when they were going through that hell. Eddie looked over at his alarm clock and saw that it read 1 a.m. Tears were slowly running down his cheeks, he was getting used to the nightmares, but this one was one of the worst.

Him and the Losers we back down in the sewers, and It got them and killed Richie. It was especially bad for Eddie because he was hopelessly in love with Riche, and he couldn’t bare seeing that. The more Eddie thought of it, the more he cried, he knows that they defeated It, but he still has his fears. He laid awake for about thirty more minutes he was about to close his eyes again when he heard a light tap on his window. He slowly got out of bed and walked cautiously to his window, when he opened it he saw no one other than Richie Tozier.

“Hi Eds,” Richie smiled. “Are you just going to stand there all night or let me in.”

Eddie said nothing and stepped back, God Eddie thought to himself His smile kills me every time. When Richie was in Eddie’s room, he closed the window and turned towards Eddie. “Aren’t you going to ask what I’m doing here?”

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anonymous asked:

What people don't get about Two Ghosts is what its purpose was. It was never supposed to be a single in the way BTY or SOTT or Slow Hands were singles. It was supposed to have Harry in some form on the radio until he released Kiwi, which has a specific timing (he has the BBC, VSFS, probably the X Factor, etc). So the radioplay has nothing to do with its chart performance or promo! Comparisons with actual singles are useless. Harry did zero promo for Two Ghosts, didn't even bother with a video. 1

Didn’t even tweet about it. I didn’t even get an email announcing the single? Just the video. So, while I understand that some people feel the need to compare everything the 1D boys do as solo artists, this isn’t a legitimate comparison. Compare BTY’s run with Slow Hands, STD or SOTT, with Get Low, or Dusk Till Dawn or Pillowtalk or even Kiwi when it’s out, not with Two Ghosts. 2

Listen, I get your point - but you can’t say he didn’t do promo. He talked about Two Ghosts on Jimmy Fallon, performed it twice on the Late Late Show (once during his first stint, yes, but also once separately again) and they did release the official video for it. So what it’s a performance recording? That’s their creative choice, doesn’t make it less of an official music video. Besides, he was touring. Which in itself is also promotion.

Moreover, the point stands that its run on radio is artificial. And that means a label can make sure a song either stays or goes on radio. Now compare that to BTY that literally disappeared overnight from radio and Mediabase forms all over the place. 

And forgive me, but literally every artist will want their song to carry them right up until the next release. Two Ghosts is no different. Liam and Niall (he even said they pushed his album back so they could coast off the #1 on radio in the US) both let their singles peak and only once that was done did they release new material. That’s normal

Fading into obscurity isn’t normal. Nothing about BTY promo was normal. 

anonymous asked:

can u believe i had to read a comment that said wakaba didn't have enought transitions and that she was a 'boring skater who two footed from one element to another' with my own two eyes?? I hate the internet

Look between this and Hersh making comments about Yuzu’s BV when he had no 3 jump combo and two popped quads, I have lost what very little faith I had in this fandom (not mentioning people bashing a girl who cried even).

If it makes you feel better, Angelo and Max were very nice about her, Angelo was very impressed with her choreo sequence and StSq. Also highlighted her back counter into 2a2t2lo :3


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”Hey [Y/N]” Sara greeted as she entered the room where you were training.
“Have you seen Len around?” The blonde chuckled “you two seem to be attached by the hip lately so I assumed you’d know where he was”.

You suddenly stopped what you were doing. You didn’t reply to Sara immediately so it didn’t take long for her to realize that something was the matter. Eventually you took a deep breath.
“No I haven’t seen him. In fact I feel like it’s been awhile since we’ve been around each other. It’s like he’s avoiding me or something” you explained.

Sara frowned.
“Is that right? Well did something happen? Did you two have a fight or something?”.

”No! That’s what’s so weird about it. One second things were fine. We were getting so close and then, out of nowhere he doesn’t want to be around me anymore! I feel like I did something wrong”.

Sara shook her head.
“No [Y/N] it’s not your fault. You want to know what I think? You said you two were getting close right? Well Len probably got scared, he probably just doesn’t know how to deal with having a close connection to someone”.

You were about to dispute that claim but now that you thought about it, it sort of made sense.
“You really think so? Hmm maybe I should talk to him then…”.


Flufftober Day 22

Wiping tears away (supreme edgeberry)

“I j-just don’t get it!” Fell flinched at the slight anger in Blue’s tone, seeing Razz do the same a bit to the side of him. Part of him felt a surge of satisfaction that the asshole was just as cuffed as he was, but he quickly shoved it down. This was supposed to be about Blue, dammit, his own personal feelings about his lover’s edgier counterpart aside. “I don’t understand why you two can’t get along!”

Fell quickly moved his gaze away from the smaller’s glare, trying to ignore the twisting in his soul that came when he saw the hurt in his eyes. Beside him, Razz folded his arms over his chest as he tucked his chin down to his chest, staring at the floor. The bastard was just staring blankly at the floor, not even having the decency to look like he regretted it at all since the entire damn argument was his fault-

His train of thought was derailed when he heard the hitch of breath in front of him, head snapping up to see Blue rubbing at his sockets as his form trembled and shook in small sobs. “I just w-wish you two didn’t h-hate each other!”

He pulled his gloves down, sockets watery as he moved his gaze back and forth between the two of them. “I love both of you, and I w-wish that you could at least tolerate each other!”

Transparent blue tears began to leak out of the corners of his sockets as he doubled over, scrunching his eyes shut and wrapping his arms around his abdomen. Fell widened his eyes, rushing forward to console him at the same time as Razz, hand coming out to wipe away some of the tears on his face. Razz gently took one of Blue’s hands, pressing a kiss to the back as he wrapped an arm around Blue’s waist, comforting him in an embrace. He knelt on one knee so that he was about the same height as Blue, wiping more of the tears away as he pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.

A broad arm wrapped around his ribcage, pulling him closer to his lover at the same time that he saw the arm Blue snaked around Razz’s waist close him in an embrace. He tensed up as he was pressed flush beside Razz, struggling to keep a look of distaste off of his face as he maneuvered to comfort, pulling Blue into his chest. Glancing up, he caught Razz’s gaze, and a flicker of understanding passed between them. They would try to get along.

For Blue’s sake.

Both of them moved in tandem, placing Blue in between them as they surrounded him in comforting embrace. Fell closed his eyes as he listened to the sobs change from cries, to hiccups, to shaky breathing, pressing a kiss to the top of the other’s skull. He would always do whatever he could for Blue.

Things I have noticed in the first two eps of season 2. Spoilers!

Episode One:

Kwamis can’t show up on recorded media. Interesting. Seems random to me.

Nathalie knows about the miraculouses and Gabriel’s Hawkmothness. Two theories here. One she is Peacock. The image we have seen of Peacock does match her. Two she is just helping Gabriel out. I’m leaning with two because they said that Hawkmoth is working for Peacock. If Nathalie was Peacock wouldn’t she be calling the shots? 

I have a theory that Mrs. Agreste is being held captive somewhere. Peacock could be the one holding her captive or there’s someone else running the shots which make Nathalie being Peacock make sense. 

Gabriel does in fact know Adrien is Chat Noir.

I feel like they’re making Gabriel a one note character so far. I really hope he gets proper fleshing out. Make him seem more human please. I can see they’re trying at the end of the episode.

Episode two:

In the scene about Chloe remembering her bear. We see Chloe’s watching her mother leaving. So it seems that her parents are divorced! It’s strange that her mother didn’t take her with her. Generally mothers take their children so if this is true then it’s refreshing to have her be with her father. Unless her mother was going on a trip by herself and died in a crash or something. I rather have divorced parents. 

Both episodes:

Lila is no where to be seen. Not even as a background character. So I wonder if she was just a one time character. Which is fine with me because her introduction was awful. 

I know there’s the whole Hawkmoth’s “She’s still angry! I can use her again!”, but what we know about season 2 now. It was just a hint of past akumas returning. So if they bring her back for that special episode then I hope Alya is Volpina by then. Real Volpina vs Fake Volpina would be awesome!

Emergency appendectomy: complete!
Appendix: removed!
Victoria: gently removed from the hospital!

Long post of the past two days in my world!

So I had been feeling terrible since Thursday night, got about 4 hours of sleep and just been a blah day in general. After work on Friday I went with a friend to hang out at the mall, just chilling and having good conversation. I started to feel this pain in my stomach but I had been drinking a lot of water and Gatorade to rehydrate and eaten only rice so I figured that was why. And then I started to get a low grade fever but everyone at my work is getting sick. Again thought that was the reason. After I got home I tried to relax and make the pain better. I took a bath and it was still hurting me, more centered on the right side.
Now Brianna had her appendix out last year in June so I vaguely knew the symptoms of appendicitis, but I was worried I was being paranoid. So I look up the symptoms of where the pain is localized and tried to do the pressure test and was starting to freak myself out. Then I went into the living room and asked my sister and mother what the symptoms for it were because maybe then they would confirm my suspicions or alleviate my paranoia.
We went through the symptoms and I was missing a few, I hadn’t vomited at all I just had watery stool and such but I was also getting into feeling so much pain that I couldn’t stop crying. So at 11 pm we head to the ER. They did a CT scan and Urine sample and phenergran for the nausea because I vomited right after they stuck me with the IV which I I think was more about the needle than anything and the morphine wore off every thirty minutes or so so they gave me Dilaudid which worked waaaaay too good making me loopy and very friendly and very tired.
At about 230 the Doctor (who at first thought it was gastroenteritis) came in and he had a terrible poker face and I knew immediately that it was surgery in my future.
So he patted my hand and told me I was in the early stages of acute appendicitis which gave me mixed feelings because I have never had surgery but also I was right in my assumption and I wasn’t paranoid and silly. He went to talk to the surgeon and I cried because I was terrified and mama and Elizabeth had to calm me down.
At 400 they finally had a room for me (408 which is a gr8 number). I entertained the nurses because of my loopy silly brain (so much so that the nurse came in this afternoon and asked if I remembered her and when I said yes she told me “you were so much fun”) After falling asleep and then waking up in pain and having to wait an hour and a half past when I was supposed to get the next pain dosage because they didn’t order the meds at shift change I slept on and off again. At about 1000 they came in and took me back for surgery and I could barely stay awake because of the phenergran and because I am susceptible af to sleepy meds.
So when the anesthesiologist came in and asked if I was feeling ok my drugged up and already drooping from the anesthesia they just injected brain mentioned that my throat was dry and I’m a vocalist so that’s a bit odd for me. And he goes “oh you are can you sing something for me?” And I immediately went into “Habañera” from Carmen. He laughed a bit because every time I hit a note flat I would stop and say that’s not right. Then he asked me to sing Ave Maria and I got almost all the way through before the anesthesia took hold. Like I remember singing the last “mortis nostarae” before the amens, singing a note wrong and correcting myself before the world went dark. Then they brought me out of it and I was wheeled up at about 130pm and all my awesome friends were waiting to chill with my sleepy being. And they stayed all day and brought me doughnuts and fabric lillies and Dr. pepper and I am so grateful for all of them. I’m currently on more meds and sleeping sitting up and my incision sites hurt but I’m happy.
Rebekah, Chelsey, and Jeremiah
Thank you so much I love all of you and your silly awesome faces.

anonymous asked:

I take back my earlier statement of Saru and Michael reflecting Bones' and Spock's relationship; it's defo Culber and Stamets who got that honour <3

My buddy I feel you, but get this: both

Honestly I’m so hype that we get two spones-esque relationships, it’s like they figured out what’s wonderful about trek, all the moral discussions and quandaries and I feel like we’re still gonna get that from Saru and Michael. Cos they’re on good terms now but they fought on the Shenzhou when they were on good terms. 

Also, I adore that Stamets and Culber fight on shift, it’s wonderful and so spones, I am so taken in. They’re wonderful and I’m so hype to have a spones familiar relationship in canon it’s just amazing. 

confusedspacekid  asked:

So I need some advise. My mom and I are close, we always have been. However, I am a NB trans guy, and I know she won't be supportive(I tried to talk to her when I first started questioning my gender about a year or two ago and it went really bad). I really want her to know, but I don't know what to do. I know she loves me and would come around eventually, but I cant handle that initial rejection rn as I'm already in a fragile place between my dysphoria and internalized transphobia. Any advise?

If you feel you won’t be able to handle it, I suggest not coming out to her right now.

Could you try build a support system around you of people who know and accept you? (like friends) and they may be able to help you with your feelings and get stronger so that when you do come out at home you’ll be better equipped to deal with it

Good luck! -Matt

anonymous asked:

Hey, for the beginning of history I love Hannibal and will always have a place in my heart for the show. I live in Brazil so the show here is not very popular and many don’t like it... the fandom here is literally dead and if it were not for my insistence and very obsessive love, I would have given up on Hannibal. there's no one here to talk about the show and sometimes I feel unique, it makes me sad to know that a work of art is "humiliated" like that. without receiving great knowledge..

Sorry you feel alone in Brazil. I hope the international fandom here on Tumblr (and Twitter) makes you feel less alone! 

Happily, more than two years after TWOTL, we’re still vibrant and active, no matter how often someone tries to state otherwise!

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Hawk moth is trying to get the two most powerful miraculouses because they together give you the ultimate power or whatever, right?

And his wife is missing and he has his secret book with her painting and THE PEACOCK MIRACULOUS

Like what if the only reason he is trying to get the ultimate power is so he can find a way to get his wife back?? And like he has good intentions but he’s totally being a jerk about it and thinks he needs to be evil and manipulative to be able to do what he wants??


anonymous asked:

I was just diagnosed as an alcoholic recently. I'm 2 weeks sober. Fuck that coworker. He has no idea.

I’m glad you’re sober! Yay two weeks!

Yeah for reals, fuck that asshole. 

I have more than one close family member who’s recovering and it’s not some dumb feel good bullshit at all. What really shocked me about the whole thing was that there could exist people who just refuse to understand that addiction is a real and crazy difficult thing to get through, whether it’s alcohol of gambling or drugs or whatever. 

I wish you the very best of luck on your own recovery, and I hope in the future guys like my coworker can be brought to a better understanding that having an addiction is a serious condition and it’s worth being proud of people who overcome it. My dad is three years sober this year and I can’t be more happy about it tbh.

It just goes to show how terrible narrow minded people can be..