i hope she replies !

I hope my daughter never has to feel the way I feel right now. Oh so incredibly alone. 
I hope my daughter will never have to shake on the bathroom floor, trying, and failing, to muffle her throat tearing sobs. I hope I never make her feel that way. 
I hope I never say anything to her that will break her. Break her even more than she already might be. 
I hope I’ll never be the reason she’s starving herself and crying while hugging the toilet, willing to make her fingers go down her throat when they just won’t. 
I hope she never has to reach the stage where she’s afraid to even speak to me, because of what I could reply to her. 
I hope she never has to learn to love the pain. 
I hope my daughter never feels this worthless, this alone, this forsaken.

And if you ever will, I’ll let you read these, these messed up poems I wrote when I was just sixteen, I’ll let you know you’re not alone, I’ll let you know I’ve been through heartbreak too, I’ll let you know I love you and I’m so incredibly sorry.
—  I hope I never hurt you like she hurt me.

patiience

askstarfrost  asked:

I love that Neon is tall, because Starfrost is about the same height. That explains why Northern Lights is so big! XD

Height friends!!!!

personalblogoflife  asked:

33 or 29, angst for days!:)

Angst forever~ 

A few people wanted a continuation of these drabbles, so this is the final piece that ties them together. 

“I thought you were dead.”


The first thing she remembered was his lips against her brow.

And then she slept.

The second, the smoothing drone of his voice addressing her over the annoying hum that plagued her sleep.

And then she slept.

It wasn’t until a week later, Riza had been told, that she finally opened her eyes, and was promptly greeted by the dull, muted popcorn texture of the ceiling above her. Her eyes immediately unfocused and her lids, already beginning to feel too heavy to hold open, nagged her to close them and sleep again. Before she was allowed to drift again, however, a strangled gasp cut through the air and tore her from her stupor. In that same breath, something slipped beneath her hand. Too worn to pull it away, she instead rolled her head to the side and found herself face to face with Roy Mustang. Riza blinked slowly, her vision unfocusing and refocusing before his face finally came back into view.

He stared back, his expression mirroring the daze she was in, making no move to speak. But then a small smile broke across his face and he slid off the chair he had been sitting on, kneeling down beside her. Brushing the fringe from her eyes, the smile on his face growing by the second, he murmured, “Hello, sleepyhead.”

She languidly opened her mouth to reply, but found her tongue to be particularly parched and dry, her words sticking in the back of her throat. Rather than uttering the words she had meticulously pieced together in her otherwise muddled thoughts, she gave him a small, indistinguishable squeak as her reply.

He shook his head and pressed his free hand against the back of her hand, sandwiching it between his. “Don’t speak. Just rest,” he ordered softly. “You’ve been asleep for a while.”

Riza’s brow wrinkled and, despite his order, opened her mouth and tried to form the question of how long and why. But once again the words proved too taxing for her and she instead clamped her jaw shut and waited for him to continue.

His eyes softened, understanding her pleading stare. She silently watched him toss back and forth whether or not he wanted to respond. But after a few moments of fighting with himself, he shook his head and said, “You… lost a lot of blood from the injury. To be safe, they made you sleep for a while so you could recover.” The smile on his face faltered and she lifted her brows concernedly. Roy blinked a few times and exhaled, averting his gaze from hers for a few moments to collect his thoughts again. 

In an attempt to bring him back to her, she squeezed the hand beneath his, prompting him to look at her again. This time she could see that his eyes had developed a thin film of wetness. He was quick to blink it away, returning the subtle show of affection she had given him by tightening his hold. “I’m just glad you’re alright,” he admitted quietly. “I had thought… god, Riza, I had thought you were dead.”

He broke their eye contact again, turning away to blink away the tears that had begun to develop in the corners of his eyes again. She gave him a few moments, silently absorbing his features, taking in every little bit of information that she could, despite her body’s plea that she sleep again. His cheekbones appeared more prominent before, the fullness of his cheeks hollowed out and skeletal in nature. She could see dark bags hanging beneath his eyes, a testament to what she could only assume were a number of sleepless nights that eventually led up to that moment. He had been so worried about her, so distraught, that he had sacrificed his health watching over her.

Calling forth what little strength she had, she lifted the hand he was holding a few centimeters before dropping it, once again pulling him out of his internal dialogue. When he turned to face her again, she licked her lips and curled the corners of them up, giving him the largest smile she could muster. Her words finally finding purchase in her throat, she whispered, “’S’okay. I… told you I would stay…”

anonymous asked:

was there a special reason behind 'SHNee' because i see that you changed it into SHINee haha. just curious feel free to ignore. I love your works soooo much btw :')

(thank you so much ;;;;;;) no there’s no special reason what so ever ;;; that was just me being blind for about 2 months and not realizing i’ve left the I missing ;;;; that’s until the lovely mia brought my attention to it ;;;

Picked up some mini prints today!! They would have looked a lot better if I had the versions of the book that I based the colour schemes on and also if the people who work at Staples understood the concept of using bleed when printing images.

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@invisibleblueowl He doesn’t even wear short sleeves… hes going to get a cold and I wont allow it. not today!

Cont. from here with @the-blonde-mc

“You’ll get me a new one..?” he repeated, glancing up at her after fiddling with the charm in his hand that he’d clumsily broken. There were so many parts of that sentence that confused him. ‘Get you’ implied it was for him and ‘a new one’ implied she would purchase a second thing for his benefit. “You bought this for me..?” he asked in disbelief, touching the broken charm gingerly. Aside from Saeyoung, he rarely got gifts, so he was a little touched

“If that’s the case, don’t buy another one.. Maybe we can fix it. Do you happen to have a glue-gun..?” 

anonymous asked:

Did you read what Carlos said about Caitlin? :o Do you think she is turning into an anti-hero or she is going out with Barry to fight villians? I don't know how to interpret it.

I did read it and tbh i have no idea what it is, what is want is that her secret is that she was training in secret and now she wants to go in the field with barry so she can help people but idk what is it we will have to wait and watch i m like 50% excited and 50% nervous about this.

I think that one day in our busy
lives in the far away future, we’ll
bump into each other on the street
and at first you won’t realise until
you meet my eyes. I’ll say, “oh
my god, it’s been so long” and
you’ll quickly reply with, “it’s been
9 years.”

and for a moment, we’ll stare at
each other and wonder how it has
been so long. you’ll tell me about
your marriage to which I’ll reply
with, “I hope she’s lovely” and I’ll
tell you about how many kids I
have and you’ll say, “you finally
got the daughter you always
wanted.”

and we’ll pretend that we weren’t
hopelessly, mindlessly, and so
recklessly in love. we’ll avoid
talking about how this awkward
chat doesn’t compare to our talks
at 4 am about how pigeons have
feelings. and how I’ve never asked
anyone else that question.

and we’ll be okay with that
because darling, I don’t want you
to ponder for a minute on what
could have been and what my
little girl would have looked like
if she were our little girl. don’t
forget for one minute that you
were the only one to see how I
could make the tables turn and
create perfect storms.


I think that we’ll promise to have
coffee one day, I’ll smile and say,
“oh, we have to!” whilst looking
into your eyes and knowing that
neither of us want that to happen.
because maybe it’s best we
wonder what could have been if
we stayed in each others lives,
instead of trying to change it.

—  in 3 days, it’d of been 3 years.
and in another 3 years, I hope
I’m no longer writing about you.
‘how does it feel? to love and be loved by him?’ her friend asks.
‘wonderful for me, I hope the same applies for him, I really do,’ she replies.
'You don’t know if he loves you?’ the friend asks confused.
'I think he loves me in his own way, the way that doesn’t always show affection, the way that loves quietly, silently, not in the way I expressed love; so loudly,’ she says with a slight frown.
'So why stay with him?’
'Because I don’t need him to love me that way; I love him that way enough for the both of us. there is a saying that love isn’t 50-50. there are some days where you have to give 80 while he only gives 20. and if it were up to me, I’d spend the rest of my life giving him 80 if it meant being by his side,’ she replies now with a smile.
Family Additions // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Spencer is stressed over a case and Reader tells him they have a surprise when he gets back. Reader surprises him with a new puppy.

Requested by: Anonymous


Spencer stared at the map in front of him in great frustration. He had been unable to pinpoint the unsub’s location besides the general 15 mile radius. It wasn’t good enough and the thought that more women were being killed while he stood there was enough to make him lose sleep.

“Kid. Go to the hotel. We’ll pick it up in the morning,” Morgan told him as he grabbed his things. It was nearly midnight and the rest of the team had already retreated into their hotel accommodations. Spencer stood silently, not moving an inch.

“Reid. Come on. Have you even called Y/N today?” He asked. The mention of your name was enough to break Spencer’s stress induced trance as he finally looked away.

“No. I’m hoping she’s still awake,” Spencer replied as he pulled out his phone. There was a voicemail from you which he clicked on immediately.

“Hey Spencer, just calling you to say I miss you so much. You didn’t answer so I’m guessing you’re out saving some damsel in distress. Come home soon please. I love you.”

Spencer sighed as he put his phone away and followed Morgan out to the car. The drive was a short one and Spencer found himself in a comfortable bed in a matter of minutes. He quickly dialed your number, hopeful to find you still awake.

“Hello?”

Spencer smiled at the sound of your voice.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too. How’s the case going?” You asked although you already knew it wasn’t going well from the lack of texts you’d received that day. You laid in bed, staring at the empty space beside you and wishing nothing more than to have Spencer back beside you.

Spencer sighed deeply as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s tough,” he replied simply.

“You’re stressed,” you replied as you heard his tone. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a sigh. Cases like these always stressed him out. They made him feel like he couldn’t do his job right.

“Well, I have a surprise for you when you get home,” you replied happily as you tried to lift his mood. Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion but a small grin graced his face.

“What is it?” He asked intrigued at the prospect of something unknown waiting for him.

“If I tell you then it won’t be a surprise,” you laughed. “It’s late Spence. Go to sleep and I’ll see you when you get home.”

Spencer stared at his phone after you had said your goodbyes. He scrolled through his camera roll, stopping at a picture of you in front of an art piece from the last museum trip you had taken. He grinned at the sight of your carefree smile, and fell asleep dreaming of it. 


“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in days,” Morgan commented with a grin as he sat across from him on the plane. Spencer nodded as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“Y/N says she has a surprise for me when I get home,” he replied as he tried to hide his excitement.

“A surprise?” Morgan asked with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. Spencer laughed and shook his head as a deep blush filled his cheeks. He avoided the question as he looked out of the window, eager to see your face again. 


Spencer was nearly thrown to the floor as he walked into the apartment that evening. He chuckled as he stumbled backwards, holding onto you just as tightly as you held him.

“Well it’s nice to see you too,” he laughed as he gave you a kiss and set you back on your feet. You smiled excitedly at him.

“Are you ready?” You asked eagerly, your body ready to burst from your excitement.

“For what?” He asked as he set his messenger bag down. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“The surprise. Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about it all the way here,” you replied with a knowing smile. He smiled sheepishly and nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. He really didn’t know what to expect.

He watched as you scurried off back to the bedroom, yelling at him to stay put. He smiled at your exuberance. He definitely missed you when he wasn’t home.  
His stared in the general direction of the bedroom, confused as he heard scratches against the floor. His eyes widened in surprise as a tiny black Labrador pup came running towards him.

“You got a puppy?!” He exclaimed happily as he immediately bent down to pet the small animal. The puppy excitedly ran into his lap, successfully knocking him onto the floor before licking enthusiastically at Spencer’s face. You grinned as you watched his tail wag.

“His name is Pepper. Isn’t he the greatest?” You beamed proudly. Spencer laughed as the puppy barked at him, disappearing for a second before returning with a toy in his mouth.

“He’s amazing,” Spencer agreed as he continued to play with him. The puppy was the friendliest dog he had ever met and had already won his heart over in a matter of moments. He watched as Pepper ran to your feet and bit into your jeans in an attempt to pull you over to the fun. You laughed as you took a seat on the floor next to Spencer, throwing the toy between you two as the puppy chased after it. Spencer smiled widely as he looked at the cute puppy.

“Well then, welcome to the family Pepper.”

I’m going to get hate for this, but I don’t give a single care about Evan not showing up yet. There’s other actors who are amazing and you whiner babies can’t even realize it because you’re trying to suck Evan’s dick through the tv. Sarah Paulson is amazing. Angela Bassett is amazing. Kathy Bates is amazing. Lady Gaga is amazing. Lily Rabe is amazing. Just enjoy the show! Be thankful there’s something this good on tv. Damn.

@toskavechnyy continued from here x

The scraps and scratches from running through the brush still burned, faint pinpricks of pain that were fading quickly. This hadn’t been his first choice, and in actuality, leaping hadn’t worked its way into any of the decisions. However, jumping was the only course of action left if they wanted to make it out of this alive. 

Still, even as he suggested the idea, he couldn’t help but feel a very keen tidbit of terror crawling its way out of his gut. It sank its fangs into his heart, maybe his heart flutter with alarm.

They were a long way up.

And that… that was a long way down.

“Not the best,” he replied, peering down over the side of the dam, towards the dark waters below. “Definitely not the best.”

There was shouting from behind them now, their pursuers were catching up. Steve glanced behind them, slinging the shield over his shoulder before he scowled. His gaze returned to the sheer drop, and that anxiety plaguing him only increased. It wouldn’t do to think about the concept anymore, he’d just find things to worry about.

Like the depth, for instance. 

What happens if that water wasn’t deep enough?

Steve took a few steps back, shaking his head as he prepared to take a running start. His gaze moved to Illana, seeing her falter on the edge. He couldn’t blame her really, because here he was, nearly doing the exact same thing. The difference was, he had made those jumps before. Admittedly into water he knew was deep enough, and they hadn’t been anywhere near a dam that was hammering out hundreds of gallons of water a minute.

“We have to jump,” Steve reiterated to her, “If you can’t do it, I’ll make you.”

Guys cc said she’s planning to be more involved in shadowhunters s2. Get ready for your fave show to be destroyed with random Hetero plots and homophobia & biphobia thrown in for “drama”. Get ready for characters to hate each other for no reason, slut shaming and no communication. 😊

By the Bay

“I would hope so.” Regina replied with a grin as she walked alongside him. She had always wanted to venture over the pond and finding out that her soul mate was from where she always wanted to go she had to wonder if it was the fates involved with her desire to go to London so bad.

As they entered the coffee shop she offered him a grin and she replied. “Same here. Though I’m sure we would have run into each eventually since we both live in the city.” she looked around the small shop she found herself in and she grins as the smell of coffee and fresh pastries hit her nostrils. “This is cute.”

He smiled, “It’s one of those local places tucked away in a decent location that’s a real treasure in the neighborhood. Maybe we can meet here for coffee every now and then?” While his heart wanted to race away his head knew that it was best that they take things slowly and get to know each other better. They were in no rush at all to adhere to some unspoken rule that soulmates are supposed to see fireworks and snog themselves to death before tumbling into bed and not surfacing for weeks at a time; though that does happen!

“What would you like? It’s my treat this time.” Robin smiled shyly as he approached the display case to look over the assortment of goodies that had been prepared for the day because he always drank the same coffee every time he came in. They were probably already preparing it for him without his having said a word to an employee.