i just need to cry somewhere

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FIVE minutes and 40 seconds.

That’s how long it takes former ONE DIRECTION heart-throb HARRY STYLES to establish himself as the world’s most exciting new music star.

His debut single Sign of the Times is a soaring, epic rock ballad that sounds like a cross between DAVID BOWIE and LANA DEL REY (as weird as that sounds).

It goes against the current trend of non-distinguishable dance tracks — the length alone would make it commercial suicide for any other artist.

Its main instrument is the piano, which Harry has been studiously playing in private for years.

For large portions of the track he sings in falsetto, showing off a quality voice with much more range than we ever saw during his five years in 1D. This song has the potential to become a timeless classic.

Harry co-wrote it with the brilliant, highly regarded Grammy-winning producer JEFF BHASKER, best known for his work with KANYE WEST and JAY Z.

Whether anyone in the industry will take young Harry seriously as the “next Bowie” remains to be seen, but the 23-year-old is certainly putting his best foot forward.

The lyrics are “deeply personal”, sources close to Harry tell me, but they’re also open to any form of interpretation.

Sign of the Times begins with him singing over the piano: “Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. Welcome to the final show, hope you’re wearing your best clothes.”

Could it be about a break-up? Possibly. Or maybe about death? More likely.

The refrain throughout the song is his need to “gotta get away from here”. From what exactly isn’t clear.

We could meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here,” he sings, poignantly.

Many people think Harry has disappeared up his own backside with an arty promotional campaign designed to distance himself as far as possible from the 1D heritage that has given him this opportunity.

That said, I give him huge credit for releasing the most daring and well-delivered debut single of the decade.

And you won’t get it out of your head once you’ve heard it . . .  - THE SUN

FACTS ABOUT CONNOR MURPHY (spoilers)

So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.

To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.

First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.

And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD.
Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.

First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.

Zoe

Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse victim. There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister, written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his sister and actually cared about her.

Connor’s mom, Cynthia

Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went, “welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal theory.

Connor’s dad, Larry

Connor’s dad might be one of the main sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad believed him to be a disappointment. He didn’t grieve for his dead son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this, though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I think that sums it up.

Connor Murphy

Connor was a complicated person. He had many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him, the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.

This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.

Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.

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Ok but I need to scream about this some more.

After Stan has his memory wiped he is so calm and sweet and innocent. He’s like a big kid who’s just happy to tag along with these kind strangers who say they know him and want to help him remember who he is. At first I thought this was way out of character for the abrasive, loud and rude Grunkle Stan we know and love but then rewatching it I realize it’s the opposite. 

What we saw in these moments is Stan’s core. He has no facade, no need to be defensive or put up a front because he doesn’t remember all those things that made him want to put on a face in the first place. All that’s left is the core of who he is: which is a big old softie who is sweet and kind and eager to be loved. We can see this by how he treats Mabel, who in that moment is a stranger but he’s just happy to see such a happy face and immediately asks for her name and takes her hands into his because he doesn’t know who she is but he wants to know because he’s so open and kind.

It’s such a heartbreaking scene because he doesn’t remember his family but at the same time it gives us interesting insight to Stan’s true character and personality. 

Honestly the best piece of advice I can give to anyone is to stop caring what people think.

Go outside in a hoodie and jeans. Listen to that weird, obscure band. Go somewhere because you’ll have a good time, not because you think you should. Quit things that don’t make you happy. Ignore people who don’t like you. Go to sleep in public. Eat 3 muffins in a row. Brush off criticism. Cry if you have to. Go for your goals, not your parents’ goals.

We’re all self-centred and nobody cares what it is you’re doing. So prioritise your happiness and let things go from there.

a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

anonymous asked:

I need a fic of your aos and tos Bones!! if there isnt one yet I'll write one myself dangit its such a wonderful concept (also I can imagine tos bones dragging aos bones somewhere by the ear and jim is just crying hes laughing so hard)

^this art i was supposed to post could be the epilogue. poor aos bones cant get a break

KEITHS VLOG BROKE MY HEART SO HERES A FIC

MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me


“I think it’s dumb.”

“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.

“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”

“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”

“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.

“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.

Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”

Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.

“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.

“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”

After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.

Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?

“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”

Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.

Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.

Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.

“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.

He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.

Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.

The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.

“Hey, Keith. Hey, it’s okay. Shhh, it’s okay, Keith, you’re alright.”

Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.

“L-Lance?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.

“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”

“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”

Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.

Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.

“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”

“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”

“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.

“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.

“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”

“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…

“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.

Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”

“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”

“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”

“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.

“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith chuckled. “Razzle dazzle.”

when you are dating or in a relationship as a person diagnosed with bpd, it’s important to have safe words. im not talking about when in sexual situations (though that might be a neat idea too) but just for everyday-use. use a certain word when you are splitting or dissociating so your partner will be aware.

also when you are being triggered, either by your partner or something/someone else, a safe word is a great tool. especially when you are in a crowded place, so your partner can help you get somewhere quiet.

a safe word can also be needed when you are in a fight with your partner and one of you crosses a line. then you’ll be able to either apologize, stop the fight or take a “time out” - a few minutes apart to cool your heads.

you might also not need it at all, but i think it’s a good idea to have one, just for safety measures? idk, it has just saved me a lot of crying and maybe even a broken heart.

Don’t Deserve Me - Bryce Walker

Bryce Walker x reader

Request: “can you do one where the reader was dating [Bryce] and found out what he did and is horrified that she even dated him and apologizes to Jessica, Hannah’s parents, Hannah at her grave after dumping him in front of the entire school?”

WARNINGS: Cursing


Originally posted by irisgibbins

I woke up to sound of my phone ringing on my bed side table. I groan and grab it sitting up.

“Hello?” I said hoarsely.

“Heyyy sexy, wake your fine ass up!” Bryce screamed in my ear. It was obvious he was with his friends at 7 in the morning. I rolled my eyes, he always act different when he’s with them.

“First stop yelling, and why did you wake me up, I don’t have to be to school till 9:30 babe”

I get up since I’m already wide awake and click on my TV.

“Because I’m going to pick you up so we can come to my place first”

Really sex before school Bryce? Leave it to him to have dumb ideas

“No way babe, and plus I already said Tony can drive me.”

“Tony?” I heard his friends laughing in the background, “why is Tony giving you a ride home, you want to fuck him instead?”

Again I heard his friends laughing and I wanted to hang up the phone and call back when he’s by himself. 

“You sound stupid babe, Tony is gay.”

There was a silence followed by an “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. But I’ll call you later cause I need to start getting ready since I’m already up.”

“Okay, text me when you get into that creeps car.”

Again I rolled my eyes cause now he’s just being an ass.

“Good-bye by Bryce, see you by your locker”

“Okay sex-”

I hang up and start making up my bed. When I heard the news talking about Hannah on the TV I froze. I turned it up and glued my eyes to the picture of the beautiful girl on the screen. Even after weeks, I still find myself crying. Me and Clay were so close to her. Hell, me and Jeff were the ones to practically throw them together. I didn’t even know she was down that path and I hated myself for it. What kind of friend doesn’t see when another needs help?

I wiped my face, not even realizing I was crying and started getting dressed. I went downstairs and made a quick bowl of cereal while I waited for Tony.

As I scrolled through my news feed seeing things like ‘Hannah Never Forgotten’ and “Always Remembered’ I laughed cause none of them even gave her the time of day. I then got a text from Tony saying he’s outside. I grab my bag and jog down the steps to his bright mustang. I open his door and is welcome by his smile.

“Hey T” I smile

“Hey y/n/n”

He drives off as we start small talking about stuff like his boyfriend and this crazy project Ms.Kirchen is having us doing. In the middle of our conversation, my phone starts blowing up with texts from Bryce. Tony’s face changed, but then again it always changes when I bring up anything about Bryce.

“Okay Tony, stop holding your tongue.”

“I don’t know what your talking about” 

“Your a terrible liar, I know you don’t like him. A lot of people don’t, but they don’t know the real him.”

“Y/n…”

“I mean come on he’s not that bad…”

“Y/n…”

“I mean sure he can be an ass sometimes but who isn’t…”

“Y/n….”

Everyone’s an ass, that’s what led Hannah t-”

“Y/N!!!”

I stopped rambling to catch my breath and hold my anger. The anger isn’t even towards Tony not liking Bryce. It’s to everything.

“I have to show you something” he whispers. 

“Show me what”

He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the car over and goes through his car compartment. 

“Tony show me what?”

Again, total silence as he picks up some tape labeled ‘12′ and put it into his tape player. 

“Tony your worr-” my ears got the best of my mouth as I heard a voice I thought I’d never hear in my life. More importantly who the person was talking about.

It was Hannah….

Talking about Bryce.

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I storm into school, my faced painted in tears not even caring that people are staring at me. I need to find Bryce. Now. I push people out my way and look down every hall until I find him by Justin’s locker with his little crew. I storm to his side, anger and disgust in my eyes. He looks at me and smile, obviously not understanding how much I hate him right now.

“Hey baby, what’s up, little Tony touched you?”

His friends started dying, but Zach sensed something else.

“Bro I don’t think sh-”

“How could you!” I screamed.

Now I got people’s attention, including Bryce’s.

“Babe w-what are you talking ab-”

“Don’t call me that you prick!”

“Calm down and let’s go somewhere else to talk about thi-” he tried to grab my arm when he noticed people gathering around looking at the scene.

“Don’t fucking touch me you..you RAPIST!”

People started whispering and Bryce’s faced got red.

“Are you okay? what is wrong with you rela-”

“Don’t tell me to relax! You raped Hannah Baker!” I pushed him with every word I said, tears and anger coming out of me.

“Your acting crazy!”

I kept pushing him into his locker screaming curse words and scratching at him. People recording and being dumbfounded. 

“Your fucking disgusting!” I screamed “I fucking hate you” I kicked at him “fucking RAPIST!”

I kept hitting him as he shielded himself. I kept screaming, yelling, and kicking until I felt a pair of hands pulling me off.

“WE ARE FUCKING OVER! YOU SICK PERV!”

I kept screaming until I was pulled around the corner. I heard teachers yelling “go to class” and “break it up”. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt betrayed and disgusted like I needed 1,000 showers. Jessica. Hannah. Bryce. Fucking Bryce. He raped them, both of them. Tony stopped pulling me and started talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him. It’s like his voice was blurred out as I saw Jessica down the hall looking at me. I apologized and ran from Tony towards Jessica and started rambling and crying.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! I swear I didn’t know, I didn’t! I would have never even dated hi-”

She cut me off with a tight hug “It’s okay y/n. I didn’t know either.”

We both were crying on each other shoulders and hugging. I needed this hug. I felt so used, so disgusted with him and with myself for even being with him. I heard he was not a person to date but I didn’t listen. I suddenly needed to do something important.

“Jessica?”

“Yeah”

“Can you take me somewhere?”

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She didn’t have a headstone yet. Just a piece of paper with her name written perfectly on it. Jessica stood behind me as a knelled beside her grave. My tears fell endlessly as I look down at her, realizing that Bryce, my boy- ex boyfriend was one of the causes of her death. He broke her. I then broke down. 

“I-I’m s-so sorry Hannah” I cry.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you, you will not die for nothing.”

With that I took a necklace out my wallet. It was the other half of the friendship necklaces she gave us. It was on my porch the night she died and I didn’t find it till the day after. I let her down. I let her down by not knowing. But not anymore. I set her necklace down on her grave as I held on to mine.

“I love you Hannah” I whispered.

I got up and brushed the dirt off my pants still looking at her name. 

“Where do you wanna go now?” Jessica asked nicely. I breathed in and turned around towards her. I know exactly where I wanna go.

“The police.”

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We give the world's FIRST review of Harry Styles' David Bowie-esque debut solo single
FIVE minutes and 40 seconds. That’s how long it takes former ONE DIRECTION heart-throb HARRY STYLES to establish himself as the world’s most exciting new music star. His debut single Sign of the Ti…

His debut single Sign of the Times is a soaring, epic rock ballad that sounds like a cross between DAVID BOWIE and LANA DEL REY (as weird as that sounds).

It goes against the current trend of non-distinguishable dance tracks — the length alone would make it commercial suicide for any other artist.

Its main instrument is the piano, which Harry has been studiously playing in private for years.

For large portions of the track he sings in falsetto, showing off a quality voice with much more range than we ever saw during his five years in 1D. This song has the potential to become a timeless classic.

Harry co-wrote it with the brilliant, highly regarded Grammy-winning producer JEFF BHASKER, best known for his work with KANYE WEST and JAY Z.

Whether anyone in the industry will take young Harry seriously as the “next Bowie” remains to be seen, but the 23-year-old is certainly putting his best foot forward.

The lyrics are “deeply personal”, sources close to Harry tell me, but they’re also open to any form of interpretation.

Sign of the Times begins with him singing over the piano: “Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. Welcome to the final show, hope you’re wearing your best clothes.”

Could it be about a break-up? Possibly. Or maybe about death? More likely.

The refrain throughout the song is his need to “gotta get away from here”. From what exactly isn’t clear.

“We could meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here,” he sings, poignantly.

Many people think Harry has disappeared up his own backside with an arty promotional campaign designed to distance himself as far as possible from the 1D heritage that has given him this opportunity.

That said, I give him huge credit for releasing the most daring and well-delivered debut single of the decade.

And you won’t get it out of your head once you’ve heard it . . .

HARRY is eyeing up another big role – godfather to LIAM PAYNE and CHERYL’s baby boy.

He has revealed he has been in touch with his 1D bandmate since Cheryl gave birth to their child last month and says he would love to be involved in the lad’s life.

He said: “I spoke to Liam and he’s loving it. He said it’s going really well and everyone’s great. So I’m very happy for him.”

Asked about becoming godfather, he added: “I think it’s a roll of the dice, there are a lot of people Liam has in mind.

“I’m not going to add any extra pressure. If it came my way I would be honoured.”

Harry also spoke about his mum and stepdad’s reaction to hearing his debut album.

He told DARRYL MORRIS on Manchester radio station Key 103: “I had one piece of feedback from my stepdad, one of the songs on the album has a vocal effect in the background. And it finished and he went, ‘How did you get a duck in the studio?’ ”

On the other hand, Harry’s mum had a slightly different reaction.

He added: “She cried a couple of times which was good, I think that was good.”

For his sake I hope so.

A Yuuri Katsuki who is crying is a Yuuri Katsuki who wants to be alone and I’m not even kidding.

Don’t comfort him, don’t touch him, don’t even acknowledge that he’s doing it. If you encounter a crying Yuuri, the solution to the situation is to ignore it and let it resolve itself.

And this goes so strongly against everything that Viktor stands for, that the first few times Yuuri cries in front of him, it creates a huge amount of tension.

“Are you okay?” Viktor asks, as Yuuri reapplies make-up in China. 

“I’m fine,” says Yuuri, in a deathly monotone, and what Viktor doesn’t realize is that while Yuuri hasn’t necessarily forgiven him, he really is okay. He’s released the emotion. He can deal with what he’s feeling now. He can revisit this situation later when he’s better equipped to talk about it but not now, Viktor, please.

“Please talk to me,” says Viktor, as he stands in the doorway to their walk-in closet in Saint Petersburg, Yuuri shoved somewhere between Viktor’s winter weight jeans and several pairs of bespoke slacks, making horrible hitching noises.

“Please just pretend this isn’t happening,” Yuuri says. “That’s what I need you to do. Please.”

“I can’t,” Viktor whispers. “I can’t just leave you alone while you’re so upset–”

“You’re making it worse!” Yuuri yells at him, and it’s enough to finally send Viktor out of the room–although he only goes a few feet, hunkering down on the other side of the bed from the closet door and trying not to cry, himself.

He eventually realizes that Yuuri doesn’t not want comfort–it’s just that he has to cycle down to the point where he can be comforted, and isn’t just a hyper-aware ball of sensation and unpleasant emotions. 

Eventually, they develop a kind of shorthand. If Viktor encounters a closed door, he sends Makkachin in first–because Yuuri can handle Makkachin, since he doesn’t talk or ask what’s wrong or do anything but just lean against him and nuzzle his shoulder. If Yuuri doesn’t tell him he can come in, he walks away until Makkachin comes back out–and Viktor knows that he can go in, then.

It isn’t perfect and, as with everything, there’s a learning curve, but it makes Yuuri feel safe and loved–and that’s what’s important to Viktor.

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Summary: After failing to pay your rent on time, you’re extremely close to being evicted so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

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Enmity

Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five

Part Four

“Sam, I need you to get up high but remain undetected. If Y/N and Romanoff get into any trouble I need you to get in there as quickly as possible. Got it?” Steve ordered, his right hand extended with his left speaking into the mouth piece, a few seconds passed. “Got it, Cap. Tell Y/N I’ll be enjoying the view.”

You chuckled and shook your head, exchanging a look with Steve as he returned your smile. “Leave my girl alone.” Steve quipped, sending you a wink. Romanoff subtly squeezed your lower arm and you bit back a squeal, returning her hold. “Let’s get going.” You said, nodding goodbye to the Captain and Clint.

“Watch our backs, Buddy.” Nat called to Clint right before she set off running. “Sure thing!” He cawed back, cupping his hands around his mouth so you could hear his shouted response- which you couldn’t. Until he buzzed in on the comms, “I’ll be watching your back, but Cap’s got his eyes on something a bit lower- hey!”

You and Romanoff cackled together a moment, then growing serious as you pushed yourselves forward, your target location in sight. There were more hostiles than you’d predicted, but you weren’t worried. You had Sam above you and Clint behind you, both long range in case anything went awry. But you pressed up intimately close to the shadows nonetheless.

Nat made the signal and you climbed up and over the obstacles, unseen, both circling around and taking down hostiles as you moved. A glint of red hair was all the men would see before Nat took them down, an odd sense of pride in your friend swelled in your chest when you met at the designated location. Not a hair out of place on either of your heads. “Took your time.” Nat smirked, reaching over and brushing a bit of debris off your shoulder.

“I was just admiring the view.” You responded with a wink. Nat shook her head, the remnants of a smile playing on her lips, but still managing to react fast enough to pull back from an oncoming hostile that threatened to detect your infiltration. You made the face of a worried civilian as she scowled at you. Your side buzzed faintly, letting you know the rest of the team were caught up and it was about time for you to go to town.

“Party time.” The red haired assassin drawled, unholstering her guns and jumping out from the shadows. “And something tells me its happy hour.”

Twelve minutes of all-out combat. Twelve minutes was all it took to take out all the hostiles in the area, Barnes was on his way over with the package that you’d came for and you were just retrieving the key from the last man that stood, knocking him out with a roundhouse kick to the temple.

“I could do with one of those buttons you know.” You mused, rummaging through the pockets of the knocked out man. Nat hummed in confusion as you continued to search for the key. “You know the one- you press it and it goes ‘That Was Easy.’” You imitated the voice of the big red button and Nat laughed at your idiocy, you continued to search but came up empty.

“I can’t find it on him, Nat. Maybe it’s one of these other bodies.” You offered confusedly. Nat joined you in scratching your heads, unsure of what had just gone on. Something uneasy in the air unfurling, until Barnes jumped down from one of the above ledges, landing perfectly atop the body you were just searching.

“Lost the key?” He teased, looking pleased with himself as he locked the package onto his belt loop. “Break a few ribs?” You asked pointedly, staring at the poor man Bucky had just used as a landing pad. Hostile or not, nobody wants to be on the face end of Bucky’s boot. Bucky opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Steve’s voice over in the intercom. “We’ve got a few hostiles on our radar, Sam’s working to locate them. Nothing to worry about, three max. Just letting you know.”

Nat shrugged and made work of searching the rest of the bodies whilst you and Bucky bickered. “Why don’t you go jump on some other passed out body instead of annoying me, huh? How about that Barnes? Ever thought about moving your annoying self somewhere away from me?”

Bucky laughed where he stood, driving his heel into the gravel. “Why don’t you go cry to your boyfriend about it?” He spat, shooting you a venomous look. You heard Nat snort behind you, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You yelled, not sure why he was attacking your singledom whilst he was in the same situation.

“You’re Steve’s girl now aren’t you? Just go whine to him about it, I don’t need to stand here and-”

“What are you talking about?” You spluttered, “Why does it matter what Steve said, obviously it’s just a joke-”

“It doesn’t matter what Steve said!” Bucky shouted back, matching your pitch and anger. “If you want to go fuck my best friend then do it! See if I care!” A vein in his neck was bulging as were his eyes which were showing a barely contained rage inside them.

“Maybe I will! Why would you care anyway? I don’t care if you-”

“Will the pair of you just shut up!” Nat shouted over the din you two had created. “Maybe Y/N is Steve’s girl, maybe she’s not. But it’s clear somebody wants to change that. So why don’t you just-” Nat stopped suddenly, as if sensing something far off. She turned her head slowly to look in Bucky’s direction. The whole thing happened in about three seconds. Nat pushed Bucky, hard, who then fell three paces back, shouting a string of expletives whilst you struggled to comprehend what was happening. You’d just caught the hissed warning “Sniper!” When you fell backwards, the sting of a bullet ripping through your abdominal. You managed a scream, before everything went black.

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in another life, zeus is lounging on the couch of his best friend’s house and saying, “i’ll get a job, man, i swear it,” even though CEO seats only smell of sweat and he’s the type to smell of leaving, he says, “guess what’s up my sleeve” to ladies and shows off lightning bolt tattoos and gets drunk and cries and begs hera to come home because he has only ever known rest at the seat of her collarbone

hera’s is louis vuitton, devil wears prada. pants suits and hair up in a tight bun. a warning lies ready on her tongue, she is quick to scold, hard to love. she pours fireball into her morning coffee just to remind herself of the way he always smelled of burning, just so she could face a little bit of him and not come back running. in this life, she is divorced, is doing well, sometimes meets up with the baby mamas of her sour-faced ex-lover (if she could wash him out, she would, she would, she would, but lightning loves towers and she only feels at ease in thunderstorms and twenty-four stories because olympus was rebuilt into skyscrapers and nobody can tell her otherwise), sometimes gets over her hatred of them. the one who jumps at swans is her roommate, they both like romance movies and staying out late. she chooses alone. she chooses: i make my own home.

aphrodite is a party girl with black pumps and a wicked smile, facebook messages hephaestus while sex-skyping her little god of war, she says, “sorry” a lot. sometimes she thinks she is running out of love, sometimes she thinks there’s not enough love left. she comes around again to the satin of her lover’s beds, never feels warm. she says, fine. she says, i’m okay. ares here is commander of the department of defense, never settled down, never got the wife and two kids. one day in this life hephaestus hears a knock on his garage door and walks on over. in this life, they’ve got braces for broken people like him. when he answers, it’s just her, no makeup, just her in her big-eyed weepy mess, and she says, “you actually listen” so he listens for a little. she explains slowly; new term, polyamorous. she says, heart is steady bead on both people. he says, “i know, i understand,” she says, “but it’s hurting you,” he says, “i gave up hurting for other people a long time ago,” he says, “the war god and i go out for drinks and talk about anything but you” she cries again, a whole ocean. he says, “i am learning, and one day maybe it will be all us three” she says, “you wait for me,” and he does. more and more often, when the world tastes too much, she shows up at his door, to be the person she is when she’s unbeautiful. in this life, a little down the road, she takes a break from all of it and starts a no-kill shelter called “the golden apple”. hephaestus builds it for her. she kisses him on the cheek. one day, when the ares comes around, the three of them play video games. after that, it is not share-her. it is all-the-same.

athena turns down apollo on the radio, his song trapped in the throats of all who hear it. a good song, a catchy song, a hear-it-once-and-never-forget-it song. athena dropped out of school to pursue knowledge. she teaches around the world with a backpack on her back and a smile on her face. her girlfriend is a librarian. whenever she comes home, she swings the little woman up in her arms and bursts with stories. the woman laughs because stoic athena in public is not the athena of private, is not knowledge-river athena. athena freelances as a journalist. anywhere she can give out information is good enough. eventually her name and “breaking news” are synonymous.

artemis goes to the red carpet on the arms of her brother, says that the world of hollywood is too much sunlight for her, she goes back to working as the city’s best detective, the hunt in her blood for monsters among men. in her free time, she follows athena down to places, traps poachers who would use her name to ruin the lives of beasts. hera has learned long ago not to pester her about marrying. artemis comes out as ace/aro one day to her brother, who rolls his eyes at her. “you still get grossed out every time people kiss,” and then he bowls her over in a hug she didn’t know she needed. this is one of the only times he sees her cry. the next is eight years later at his wedding. the man he chooses as his partner has already undergone a secret artemis-style investigation. he came out clean, and she came out with a second brother. when her twin asks her about the happy tears, she jokingly tells him she was worried his was going to marry his car. he laughs, big sun laugh and says, “trust me, i was this close.” in hot summers, they go down to the docks and the two boys throw atemis in the water. she never stops complaining or loving it and loving them and is entirely happy when he becomes a father.

in this life, demeter raised a flowerchild who never took to the backbreak of farming, and in this life, hades’s black leather jacket at first made her spit. she despised his motorbike and his big smile and how loud his dog was and how her daughter jumped up nimbly on the back of that thing and flung herself at the horizon. but hades tries as hard as he can: the engine gets turned over into clean fuel even though he breaks his third finger in the middle of it, the leather jacket gets swapped out for a faux replication, he becomes vegan (”’sehpone,” he says in wonder one day, “you taught me how to live off of pomegranates”, sephie laughs), he makes deer-crossing signs and petitions for the rights of small-town farmers. Persephone becomes a wedding designer, loves making big shows out of a lot of flowers. after many holiday gifts (some so desperately approval-seeking that demeter actually chuckled at them), she relents. they have brunch on sundays, made specifically by hades and his whole-grain all-organic house. demeter at one point says, “actually, you’re so earthy-crunchy it’s more than even me” and hades drops the plate he’s holding. demeter comes to the engagement party and laughs when the cake is in the shape of a pomegranate seed. sephie says, “don’t worry mom. he knows what will happen if he does anything to me,” and demeter gives her daughter a proud smile and says, “you’ll crush him like a bug, won’t you sweetie?” and sephie looks over at her duckling god of death and says, “exactly”

hestia finds dionysus because that is what she does. a social security worker at first, she becomes keeper of the hearth-less. she starts with a small group of people and eventually became leader of a chain of homelessness shelters, all immaculate and warm and held to her standards. dionysus cries when she picks him up, he talks about having fallen in love again, she says, “rehab is your only option.” it is here that he meets someone who is also pansexual. it is here he realizes he is not broken. it is here where they wean him off of whiskey and heroin (”what a bad combination,” he’d later say, shaking his head, “like you really gotta choose one”) and where he breaks down often and throws things at hestia’s head and calls her more names than have ever been strung against her: it’s here he makes his best friend. when he gets out, he finds he’s still ever-thirsty, but this time, there’s less empty in him. he helps at her shelters. he meets a girl who is bisexual, she takes him to pride rallies. he later bursts into hestia’s room with a rainbow on his face and says, “there are so many like me! i’m not invisible! i’m not fake!” and she smiles and watches the hearth of his chest warm up and helps him become a leading spokesperson for activism. rather than letting people like him die in the streets, he uses his experience to say, “i lived survival, and you can live it with me.”

hermes is a surgeon over in the children’s section, found that this is where he should be. silicone valley wants him for his communication systems, but instead he feels like he needs to be somewhere the action is. poseidon comes to him in darkness with rough palms and says, “i have a very long-standing secret,” and hermes just nods his head. the surgery is done quickly and without charge. poseideon says, “thank you” four million times, and then she takes back off to her company dedicated to clean energy. she calls up hera crying and says, “i dd it, i did it, i did it, but what will he think of me,” and hera says, “i haven’t talked to zeus in six years but if he rejects you i will walk up to him and shake him until the right answers fall into his head” and when artemis hears she says, “i will go with you” and walks at her side the whole time even though poseideon is awash with emotions and ready to burst into tears. zeus opens the door and looks poseideon up and down and says, “did you do something  with your hair, sis?” and poseideon says, “eat my entire” before she’s swallowed by happiness and has to sit down on the concrete step and sob into her palms for sixty seconds. later she puts him in charge of the wind energy portion of her company. he gets his own place, but he never stops missing hera, who watches him from a distance and checks up on him through poseideon. hera says, “right now it’s about me. it can be about him if he keeps up the good behavior.” poseideon has never been so happy. she has her family and she has herself, in one piece, finally. she calls up sephone, she says, “listen, i’ve got a plan, okay?” and of course the wedding planner would have to be in charge of everything. 

in this life, the reunion is beautiful. dionysus doesn’t touch the alcohol. hestia stands beside him proud and wonderful. apollo (who wouldn’t come without being allowed to choose the music) and his husband push artemis into the pool, she returns the favor with athena’s help. hades and persephone beat everyone at beer pong, but demeter crushes them at gin rummy. posideon dances with her sisters. hera stands back and her mouth quirks and zeus watches her the whole time, in his new three-piece suit. aphrodite is in between two men, but she’s no longer quite in between them. she walks over to her once-king and says “love needs time and understanding” and he thinks: of course. of course. he will change who he is for her. she never needed him. he needed her. he needed this to feel in place: he needed a family, as one, as olympus with its golden gates. in this life, for one moment, they are all happy.

There’s something pure and infinite in you, that wants to come out of you, and can come out of no other person on the planet. That’s what you’ve got to share, and that’s as real and important as the fact that you’re alive. We were able, at a really young age, to somehow protect each other so we could feel that. The world at large, careerism, money, magazines, your parents, the people at the rock club in your town, other kids, nothing is going to give you that message, necessarily. In fact, most things are going to lead you away from it, sadly, because humanity is really confused at the moment. But you wouldn’t exist if the universe didn’t need you. And any time I encounter something beautiful that came out of a human somewhere, that’s them, that’s their own soul. That’s just pure, whatever its physicality is, if the person can play piano, if they can’t play piano, if they’re tone deaf, whatever it is, if it’s pure, it hits you like a sledgehammer. It fills up your own soul, it makes you want to cry, it makes you glad you’re alive, it lets you come out of you. And that’s what we need: we desperately need you.
—  Julian Koster
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Requests: “Can you do #102 with Scott and its his sister who gets hurt” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)

Scott couldn’t believe the lump on the ground that was his sister. The same girl he grew up playing tag with. Drawing pictures, becoming the stubborn big brother who didn’t want to play anymore. Annoying her with Stiles. Having girls over and making a lot of noise in the other room to freak her out.

That same girl, one of the first girls he loved was now bleeding out. He didn’t want this life for her. The other pack knew they were overstepping boundaries. As they waited for the ambulance it felt like years. Scott held her close, whispering how she was going to be okay. But there was nothing to do for her. He couldn’t help but cry. She’d either turn into a werewolf like him or die. And he hated to think about both options.

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No makeup costume test!

I’m so glad to see this thing almost done. There are still some missing pieces– namely the crown. I’ve decided to not do a wig and instead opt for a black hood + crown. this will probably mean no earrings or neck corset but honestly, like…. i was telling kyle, a costume with two corsets in it is more a cry for help than a costume

We’ll see.

I also need to incorporate the raven sigil in there somewhere (i’m thinking actually on the front part of the dress instead of over the cape), and i’d also like to make some quick feather pauldrons to stick out from under the mantle. that’ll be easy; craft foam, string, and more glue/tape.

And, of course, the talons. I’ll probably just buy some long fake nails and glue them on to the glove.

ALMOST DONE!!

i’m absolutely in love with the idea of Bev and Richie being best friends so here’s something. 


- Bev and Richie started hanging out without the other losers a few months after Bev joined the group. Richie was complaining about not having any more cigarettes and Bev pulled a package out of her pocket and that’s when thet started smoking together. 

- They became best friends and Richie was the first person she told about her dad. 

- When they were younger, people kept teasing them, saying they were dating and they were like ? should we be dating?. So they tried kissing eachother. 

- They never did that again, agreeing it was gross and that they definitely shouldn’t be dating. 

- In freshman year of highschool they started getting high together as well. 

- They do a lot of crazy things together. They trespass a lot and once Richie was arrested and Beverly still laughs about it. 

- She braids his hair a lot and he pretends like he doesn’t like it, but he actually loves the way it looks. 

- She often uses him as a model for the clothes she makes, because he’s tall and pretty skinny. He rocks every single look. 

- Richie kinda likes modelling in the outfits Beverly makes and he thinks he looks really good most of the time, even though the pieces she makes are a little weird looking.

- Bev helps him get the confidence to wear kinda daring outfits to school and even sews a few pieces for him and Eddie thanks her for weeks. 

- Every friday night they hang out in Richie’s room or drive around in his beat up truck, listening to Pink Floyd and doing bad impressions. 

- They get their first tattoos together. A little sunflower. Bev gets it on her wrist and Richie gets it on his chest. 

- They also make piercings on eachother. They’re punk! icons. 

- Richie always leaves his window unlocked for her to climb through at night, if she needs to get out of her house and away from her dad. 

- Bev helps Richie dress and clean his truck for his first date with Eddie and she tells him a million times not to talk about fucking Eddie’s mom. 

- That night Richie calls her and she almost screams with excitement when he tells her that Eddie kissed him. 

- When one of them is sad, the other one will plan what to do that night. Sometimes they just watch movies and one of them will cry. Sometimes they’ll go somewhere and eat icecream. Mostly they drive around listening to loud music singing from the top of their lungs. 

- Sometimes Bev gets worried she’s hanging out with Richie too much and that Eddie gets jealous. (Eddie never does). 

- When Bev starts dating Ben, Richie is so excited for her. 

- He also has the talk with Ben, because dude you need to be good to her. I swear to god. But he can’t giggling because of course Ben is going to treat her right. 

- They talk at eachother’s weddings. 

- They just have the best friendship ever, I love my children. 

Wrong With Me - Carl Gallagher Imagine

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Warning: Swearing, slight sexual content

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“Holy shit, that was fucking amazing,” breathed the awestruck male beneath you, his wide eyes staring up into yours.  “The best yet, I’d say.”

Chewing on your lower lip nervously, you rolled off of the boy and onto your back beside him, the sweat that had accumulated on your back causing the sheets to stick to you.  Amazing it could have been, indeed.  Amazing it had been in the past. But amazing simply was not worth the feeling of your heart shattering in your chest each time you came to the realization that he was not yours and you were not his.

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