i knew he loved someone

“W-what the heck was that!?”

Go’s respect and admiration to Spark (which was already high to begin with) went about like 9000% more.

@rockingthegraveyard   this is your fault.


Rouge groans as she rolls onto her side, the ache of her shoulder from where she’s been hunched over her desk at work for what felt like years the past few weeks increasing before evening out. It hurts and she wants to roll back over onto her stomach, but the sun is almost too bright and her stomach drops. Her eyes burn as she opens them, from the long hours spent reading pages of tiny print and the lack of sleep, blinking away the blurring of her vision to read the numbers on the alarm clock.

She’s late.

She’s so late that it’s not even funny, almost four hours late to work, horror rising in her chest.

Rouge should be getting up, should be getting up and throwing on her clothes and calling the office to beg her boss to not fire her because she needs this job and it won’t happen again if Rouge has to buy ten alarms to ensure she never sleeps through another one again.

“Mama?”

Rouge bites her tongue and holds herself still, eyes closing even as tears start to sting the edges of her eyes.

“Mama up? Up mama!”

“Hush firefly,” Roger whispers, the bed behind her shifting as he sits down on it, probably lifting Ace into his lap or on the bed. “Hush, mama needs to sleep, remember?”

“Mama sweep?”

Normally, Ace’s lisp is adorable. It makes Rouge want to coo and make him talk more just to hear him, but now it makes her want to curl up into a little ball. It makes her want to vomit because she doesn’t have enough money to lose her job, not when Roger’s freelance work isn’t enough to keep the bills paid. It would take ages to get a new job if she was fired, if she wasn’t blacklisted.

“That’s right, mama sleep,” Roger agrees. “Mama is tired and Daddy pulled a lot of strings to make sure that mama could have the day off. So, we’re going to let mama sleep and then, when she wakes up, we’ll give her the breakfast that we made for her.”

“Bay-con!”

Roger laughs and the bed shifts as Ace shrieks with laughter like he always does when Roger throws him up into the air, “That’s right bacon. Now, let’s let your mama sleep, firefly, she’s tired and we can let her sleep until lunch time. Unless she wakes up on her own first.”

“Wuv you, mama,” Ace’s little hand pats Rouge’s back the same way that she pats his when she is trying to get him to go to sleep. “Sweep wight, mama.”

“Sleep tight, firefly, not sleep light,” Roger corrects. “Now, I think we can have some bacon of our very own, what do you think?”

“Bay-can!”

Roger laughs and Rouge almost smiles, heart still beating too fast in her chest from the panic that had overwhelmed her in the moments after seeing the clock and hearing the explanation from Roger. She relaxes slight when the door closes, Roger obviously trying to close it softly to avoid waking her up.

There’s still several hours before lunchtime, when Roger had said that they would wake her up, enough time to fit in a nap. She closes her eyes and tries to fall back asleep for almost twenty minutes before sliding out of bed and rubbing her eyes.

It’s still early enough to be wearing pajamas, so Rouge doesn’t change, instead slipping down the hallway to the kitchen and leaning against the doorframe to watch Roger and Ace, smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Roger’s mustache is dripping syrup from one side and his cheek and forehead are smeared in flour and something that’s flaking from his skin, Rouge thinks that it might be pancake batter, a strip of bacon hanging from his mouth as he broke a second piece into smaller pieces for Ace to eat.

“Bay-con!”

“Bacon.”

“Bay-can!”

“Ba-con.”

Ace pouts for a long moment before catching sight of her in the doorway, smile going bright once more, “Mama!”

“This is bacon,” Roger says in confusion. “Not your … Rouge?”

“Morning,” Rouge says smiling at them both. “I thought I was going to work.”

Roger nods, “You’ve been really busy recently, so I thought that you could use a day off instead, and since you said that you needed to use some of your sick days, I called you out for the day. Your boss says that if you want to take tomorrow too that he was more than willing to give it, and the rest of the week, if you called in yourself.”

“You did?”

Roger grins, “Ace thought it was a good idea.”

“Well if it was Ace’s idea,” Rouge says grinning. “Hello, my firefly, Are you having fun with your daddy today?”

“Bay-can!” Ace answers, one little hand holding up a piece for her, eyes wide. “Mama bay-can?”

“No, thank you. That is Ace’s bacon, not Mama’s. Mama will get her own bacon.”

“Bay-can?” Ace’s lower lip wobbles like it always does before he starts to cry, eyes wide and watery. Rouge sighs, leaning over and eating it before Ace can start crying. Ace laughs, clapping his hands excitedly. “Mama!”

Rouge smiles, brushing the hair from his face, “You’re gonna need a haircut soon firefly, unless you want long hair.”

“Wike mama?”

“Like mama.”

Sometimes Rouge is surprised by the connections that Ace can make and how smart he is. Roger never is, but he also spends all day with their son instead of the few hours a week that Rouge can eek out on the weekends between work and taking care of things that she has to and can’t shove off on Roger for him to do.

“Want wike mama.”

You want hair like mama?” Rouge asks accepting the plate that Roger passes her. “Well I think that we can do that if you wanted, can’t we, Roger?”

“You would look good with long hair,” Roger whispers to Ace, grinning. “Very handsome.”

“Wike mama!”

Rouge laughs, “Like mama.”

Ace nods, like that’s the most important aspect of the whole conversation, that he looked like his mama at the end of the day, before devouring his bacon happily and moving onto his pancakes, all cut up and dripping syrup. It almost makes Rouge’s teeth ache.

“Thank you,” Rouge whispers leaning against Roger’s side. “For calling out for me and making breakfast.”

“It was Ace’s idea,” Roger admits.

“Oh?”

Roger nods, “He’s been asking for days to make breakfast for his mama. He wanted to make bacon and pancakes and to have something nice for you. He picked the flowers,” Rouge glances at the vase of wildflowers and flowers that could only been from the little garden that Roger kept in the backyard. “He was very insistent that there would be flowers.”

“Fowers mama,” Ace pipes up. “Mama wikes fowers?”

Rouge smiles, “I love my flowers, Ace. Thank you.”

“Wewcome mama!”

Rouge grins and takes a bite of her breakfast, humming happily. It was nice being able to have a day for herself and her family. She would have to see if she wanted to take another day tomorrow. She hadn’t taken a day off since Ace had been born, she could have a few now, it wouldn’t be that big a deal.

“Mama!”

“Ace!”

She missed her son and husband. She was glad to have a day with them.

anonymous asked:

after watching movies that namjoon recommend (like leon and blue is the warmest color) i think namjoon is trying to tell us that he's trying to know about women deeper ?

Ohh i haven’t thought about it in that way, but i guess you have a point there! Namjoon is kind of person who tries to grow and became better everyday, he tries to understand everyone! most of people aren’t capable of doing that

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Those feelings… it was  l o v e.

Heaven looks like hell without him in it. Give me every angel you have, give me god, give me your word that everything is fine now. I don’t want any of it if he is not beside me. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love him, but without him it’s like I’m not even me anymore. Give me wings, give me the gift to visit any planet, give me Jesus. I don’t want it. Give me a small house, give me a lake and a beautiful sunset, and give me him, give me him, give me him. And I will never ask you for anything again.
—  Demands from heaven
When I turned twenty-one, I fell in love for the first time. I met a guy who had an old soul and a beautiful mind. I didn’t have to put up walls with him and he didn’t have to knock any of mine down—it was effortless. He didn’t ask ordinary questions such as what my favorite color was or what I did for fun. He wanted to know what I was afraid of, what my favorite Disney movie was, what my top five songs were, and what made me smile in the simplest way. I think that ’s when I knew that he was someone I could easily fall in love with.
I loved that he listened to alternative, classical, and indie music that I secretly liked such as The Killers, Beethoven, and Bright Eyes. I loved that he could recite poetry by Pablo Neruda, Jack Kerouac, and William Shakespeare without even trying to be impressive. I loved that he was always full of romantic surprises such as reservations to French restaurants, flying kites on the beach, or having picnics at the park. I loved that his fingers were dull from playing guitar nights after nights. I loved that he watched chick flicks with me and truly did enjoy the storylines out of them. I loved the way his mind worked, a little more observant than most people (he wanted to minor in philosophy). I loved that he couldn’t cook, but he was willing to experiment in my kitchen and never made fun of my terrible meals. I loved that we could sit in the back seat of his car until five in the morning simply listening to our favorite rock bands. I loved that we tried new coffee shops together even though he didn’t even know how to order coffee. I loved that we could spend hours in bookshops without saying a word to one another, yet we never felt alone. I loved that we got lost in cities we thought we knew and I loved that we worked towards making a home together in one we’d never been to. I loved how focused and determined we were about chasing our dreams.
Somewhere along the line we began chasing different dreams. I moved to Seattle because of a job opportunity and though he swore he would join me he ended up staying behind to pursue his dream. In the end, I learned that love sometimes is not enough.
—  Natalie Meza
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GUYS PEPPER WILL BE BACK! SHE WILL BE BACK FOR REAL!!!! THIS TIME IS FROM ROBERT HIMSELF!! I KNEW IT!!! THIS IS AN INTERVIEW THAT HE DID 2 DAYS AGO AT THE PREMIERE IN FRANCE FOR CIVIL WAR! AS YOU CAN HEARD THE QUESTIONS ARE REALLY IN A LOW VOLUME BUT IN THE END OF THE MOVIE IF YOU LISTEN CAREFULLY SOMEONE ASKS HIM ABOUT PEPPER AND HE SAYS CREARLY :“YEAH SHE WILL BE BACK!!!” AND THEN HE REMEMBERS ABOUT THE PRESS HE DID IN PARIS WITH GWYNETH!! GUYS PEPPERONY WILL BE BACK! I DON’T KNOW IF SHE WILL MAKE A SURPRISE CAMEO IN CW OR SHE WILL ONLY BE IN INFINITY WAR BUT SHE WILL BE BACK!! THIS MEANS THAT PEPPERONY WILL BE FINE AGAIN!!! I KNEW IT!! ROBERT LOVES THAT RELATIONSHIP SO MUCH HE CAN’T LET THAT SOMEONE DESTROYS IT!! SO LET’S CHEER AND BE HAPPY GUYSSS!!!!

I was scared when I first saw him, not because he looked frightening, but because I knew that I would love him- and he loved someone else.
—  submission #167

SHERLOCK “PROPOSED” TO JANINE AND JOHN THOUGHT IT WAS REAL AND HIS FACE FELL AND HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS JUST KICKED IN THE GUT AND HE WAS THINKING “ALL THIS TIME HE COULD ACTUALLY LOVE SOMEONE AND I NEVER KNEW I FUCKED UP” AND IT HURT AND MADE HIM ANGRY AND JEALOUS BUT WORST OF ALL IT GAVE HIM A GLIMMER OF HOPE AND THEN SHERLOCK JSUTS WAS LOIEK “HUMAN ERROR” AND JOHN’S FACE WA S JUST EVEN WORSE HEARTBREAK IM? ??????

ii. Weeks later, he’s still asking me questions, picking my brain. There’s a chance I told him too much. I gained an understanding for him, as well. I absolutely idolized the beautiful girl he was dating, even though I knew he loved someone else. He was in love with another girl who lived just out of reach; at the time I didn’t understand why distance was such a barrier. Then, the boy of my letters moved away and I learned the pain in lack of physical proximity.
—  Trying to remember // Grazia Curcuru