i love these kids and everything they choose to do

Always Okay

Sorry, its not 30 days of Jensen and Dean, but it’s a little something I felt compelled to write. Hope you enjoy.

“Dean, I’m pregnant,” you spit out as he watched you carefully, his brow furrowed slightly.

You hadn’t been expecting his response.

“Yahtzee,” he said, making a proud little face and taking a swig from his beer.

You gawked at him, unable to believe that he was taking this so well.

You knitted your brow together and sigh heavily.

“And it’s yours, Winchester,” you huffed, still not fully accepting his aloofness. There certainly had to be a meltdown hanging just around the corner.

He finished off his beer and set it on the table, stepping toward you and pulling you off the bed and into his arms. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on both sides of his tie, his pecs twitching slightly at the contact.

“I’d certainly hope so, princess,” he said smiling down at you, his lips rapidly approaching yours. He kissed you fiercely, his large hand pressed into the small of your back, holding you firmly against him.

You pushed away, staring at him in disbelief.

“Wait,” you breathed. “How are you kind of even a little bit okay with this? How are you not screaming that this is insane?” You panicked, stepping away from him. “That we have no right to be doing this,” you rambled. “Bringing a kid into this life is selfish,” you added, running your hands through your hair. Apparently you were going to have a meltdown for both of you since Dean had clearly lost it.


Dean grabbed your elbow and pulled you back to him, silencing your rambling with his lips pressed firmly against yours. You melted into him.

“Y/N, we both let this happen. Call it carelessness. Call it a mistake. Call it reckless. I choose to call this perfect because I love you. Sure bringing a kid into this world is massively stupid living the way we do, but if it’s with you, I know it will be okay,” he shrugged, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him.

“How are you so sure, Dean?” you breathed, the fear creeping into your voice.

“Cause with you everything is always okay. In fact, it’s perfect,” he smiled, kissing you sweetly.

“Okay,” you whispered against his plush lips as they moved in time against yours. He backed you against the bed and you toppled on top of it. He swiftly crawled over you, his hand immediately caressing your cheek.

“Okay,” he said as if that settled it.

He rolled his hips against yours, kissing you with passion. You knew Dean loved you. This was better than anything you could have hoped for.

For sapphics who want to raise (a) kid(s) with another woman…

Imagine the first time you’ll see your child. Whether that be from you giving birth, your wife giving birth, or the adoption being finalized. Imagine the warmth that you and your wife will both feel, the immediate feeling of unconditional love. 

Imagine your child’s first day of school. You and your wife help them pick out a cute outfit for your kid. You both fuss a bit. And when you see the bus pick them up, or when you drop them off… you can’t help but shed a few tears. You’re scared. But you’re also excited.

Imagine teaching them all the different ways love can exist, and modelling that with your own relationship. You’ll teach them that regardless of whether they fall in love with a boy, a girl, someone outside the gender binary, or nobody at all, you’ll always support them.

Imagine helping them with homework, teaching them about the world, showing them new things, helping them grow into someone more well rounded.

Imagine the fights you’ll inevitably have, but you know deep down that no matter how bad it gets, you’ll always love your child. Nothing can break that.

Imagine your child growing up. Imagining you and your wife talking about how it felt like just yesterday that they were so little. Imagine the bittersweet, but ultimately warm feeling you’ll get, knowing you raised someone so incredible. They’ll always be your baby.

Imagine them graduating high school. Imagine the pride both you and your wife will feel, the tears that will be shed as you hold each other, the way you’ll practically scream as you cheer when their name is called and they collect their diploma.

Imagine them moving out. You and your wife are old now. You look back on raising this beautiful child and all the twists and turns, the bumps on the road… and you feel so happy. You feel this overwhelming sense of joy that you got to partake in such a beautiful thing with the woman you love.

Maybe your pride and joy will get married now. Maybe they’ll give you grandkids. Ultimately, it’s up to them, because you taught them that as long as they’re happy and don’t hurt others, you’ll support whatever they choose to do in their life.

For the sapphics who want to someday have (a) kid(s) with another woman… I hope you manage to get that, and I hope it’s as wonderful as you imagine it. Remember that regardless of what bigots may say, having two mothers doesn’t have a negative effect on children… and in some ways, it’s even better. Remember that families with two moms are beautiful.

About princesses and dragons

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst (but fluff cause I’m a slut for fluff!) 

A/N: So, in Spain today is St. George’s day. A day when girls receive a rose as a present and the boys a book from their s/o. It’s a day based in the world knowed legend about the princess who is rapted by a dragon and a knight who comes in her rescue.

Summary: The legend says that the princess awaits for a shinny armor knight to come and rescue her from the terrible dragon… But maybe you don’t want to be saved at all from your Dragon

A bubbly laugh echoes through the walls of the compound followed by your delighted chuckles. 

- He’s the cutest thing ever - you state amazed by the tiny human on your arms. Elisabeth, a brilliant scientist who works for Tony, had bring her new born son to the compound so all the Avengers can know him. This little boy should be very proud of himself by having grown ass men and women, who had fight againts aliens, amazed about his small existence. They all are making a circle around you and him while his mother can’t stop laughing.

- Let me grab him - Tony makes grabby hands demanding to hold the little one

- You already hold him! It’s my turn - Natsha pushes him with her elbow placing herself in front of you. You handle him to her carefully and the small boy tangle his fingers on Nat’s red hair. 

You step back, your grin threaten to break your cheeks by the cuteness of the situation. Turning your head you realize that Bucky is nowhere to be seen. He has been there a minute ago… Crossing your gaze with Steve he shoots you a sad smile. You frown.

Leaving everyone on the livingroom you walk through the compound searching for him. He is nowhere, what the hell? The only part of the tower to look is the one which Stark is remodeling, but no one goes there, there’s no lights, neither windows yet. But your instinct makes you do a step forward and before you realize you are walking over bricks and empty cases searching for him. 

You really don’t expect to find him there so you startle a bit when you spot his figure in the middle of the dark.

- B-Buck? 

He doesn’t move his head from between his legs and you can’t see his face because his arms block your view. You step towards him and kneel. 

- Bucky? - you try again. This time he raises his head and you gasp noticing his red and puffy eyes - Hey, what’s wrong? - inmediately your hands go to his face to check for possible injuries - What happened James?

Not saying a word he grabs your wrists and push your hands away from him

- Nothing, go away - he says, deadpan

You froze. You try to reach him again

- Buck what…? - but before you can touch him again he flinch back and looks at you sternerly

- I said go away, I don’t want you here - he grunts

You feel a pang on pain in your chest and it becomes difficult to breath naturally

- What the hell? Why are you talking to me like this? - you spat hurted, why is he being so rude with you? - James, please, talk to me, what’s the problem? - Because of the lack of light you can’t utterly read his facial expression and you are getting nervous

- I don’t want you here - he shakes his head - I don’t need you, go away Y/N - he says a little bit louder 

- Bucky…. - you blink fast trying to contain the tears

- Leave me alone, damn it!! - he shouts. You flinch away a little bit scared, he has never shouted to you

- No!! not until you tell me what the hell happens! - you shout back

He grunts tired and stands up ready to leave you alone in the dark room. With your heart beating fast on your chest you jump on your feet and put your body on the door, blocking the only way out of the room.

- Move - he just says not meeting your eyes

- Move me - you dare, some tears escaping from your eyes

- Y/N… - he grunts but doesn’t move a muscle to touch you

- Bucky - you retort

He sighs shakily and raise his hands to his face

- Just give up… please - his voice small, fragile, opposite to the one he used just a second ago - Give up on me

- What are you saying Buck…? 

- I’m saying that i’m letting you go Y/N, you are free, you don’t have to be stucked with me in the dark, damnit - you can’t see his eyes but you know that he is crying 

- W-what? - the world start spinning dangerously, your blood pumping hard by your veins

- Be happy doll, I want you to be happy - he ducks his hands and between his eyelashes you can see his blue tired eyes sparking because of the tears - Go away from me, found someone who can give you all what you deserve

- Stop, Bucky, stop - is hard for you to gulp now - what are you saying? W-Why are you saying this to me? - you plant your hands on his chest and this time he doesn’t reject your touch

- I don’t want to drag you with me to the darkness, and that’s all I am… darkness - your mouth falls open, he thinks that he’s not good enough? 

- Buck stop right now, you are not! You are a good man who makes me truly happy - you raise your hands to his face and force him to look at you - I don’t want anyone else, never crossed my mind. I’m happy Bucky, you make me happy

- You deserve so much better Y/N - his eyes detach sadness - What if someday you want kids? I’m not sure I can give you all what you need doll, I’m not enough… - he has seen you with Elisabeth son? All of this is because it?

- Stop saying this Buck! You are more than enough, you hear me? You are the man who I choose to love, with everything that you are, your present and your past. I want and LOVE all of you, James. I don’t know where life will bring us, neither if I’ll want kids or.. iguanas - you chuckle -  but I just know one thing - he looks fixedly at you, eyes a little bit wider - Every step of my life I make, I’ll do it with you by my side. We are in this together, okay? I love you Bucky, forever. You are enough, you hear me? Never say that again, please - you voice cracks a little by the end and your eyes get wet again seeing how, down his cheeks, run tears which he doesn’t try to wipe away.

- Doll.. I…I - he tries to talk but emotions overwhelm him and you are suddenly wrapped by his arms which hugs you close to him. The embrace you share is full of emotions and you correspond to it with all your forces, rubbing his back when all his body trembles while he sobs, face hided on your hair.

- I love you Bucky - you say, one time and another - I will repeat it to you until you believe me, I don’t care how many times I’ll have to say it

- I do - he sniff kissing your scalp - I do believe you Y/N, I love you so fucking much… 

You push back softly and raise on your tip toes to peck his swollen lips. He corresponds the kiss and lifts you from the ground to deepen the kiss. Your arms round his head while your legs make the same on his waist, and you drop little kisses over his jaw and face until he stops crying. 

- You are stucked with me forever man, I don’t care how awful your taste on music is - you tease playfully and your heart inflates on your chest when he gives you a wide brigh smile.

- My pleasure doll - he kiss your lips tenderly

And like that, the most dark room on the tower, gets the brightest for you. Happily you will spend your days stucked in there with him.

A/N: Yeah, I have always had a weak spot for the dragon :)

im what you want thats the fucking thing you know it 

you wanted to marry me for fuck sakes maybe we were too young or too dumb to even say that

or maybe it was the truth im still trying to figure that out 

the problem was that you tell your family everything and they choose and influence you 

me on the other hand ive always had my own mind

you love me “kid” so stop making the same mistakes over and over and over and stop fucking thinking youre world is better without me in it you just said its not 

remember something you can go as far away from me block me do anything but you cant run away from your mind even less your heart

you put everyone ahead of me and i dont think you saw it 

i let go of everything for you i would have given up my dreams if you were just nicer and made me your priority 

ill be honest i havent cried since wednesday 

ive been doing alright but i know you arent and i knew when you’d reach out id have to pick myself up again 

look basically what im saying is and if youre friends and family arent telling you this then i dont know what is going on but

you dont let the girl you love and want to marry or the girl you miss or want my your side 


you fight, you pull out something from your mind and you do something crazy

dont do it when its too late 

dont realize you lost THE girl you want and need when its wayyyy too late

Congratulations MM fandom

You have invented a new kind of stupid
A ‘damage you can never undo’ kind of stupid
An ‘open all the cages in the zoo’ kind of stupid
‘Truly, you didn’t think this through?’ kind of stupid

Let’s review
You’ve created accounts in which you grab and take any kind of art and start reposting, never giving credit or receiving any kind of permission.

Artist begged you to stop from the start , you refused to
So desperate for attention are you?
This isn’t some petty thing, this is copyright infringement.
You know why others can post but you can’t?
They ask permission from that artist !!

So yeah, congratulations!
You’ve redefined the legacy of MM

Artist work day and night for the love they draw on paper
They bring smiles to every piece of art they make
They see these accounts taking credit. “ of god what have I done to deserve it getting stolen”
They desperately write “ can you please remove it”
And it only falls to closed eyes.
But I’m here to tell you,
This is still copyright infringement
And if a written letter from the artist won’t suffice.
Then a lawsuit is going to have to do.

You think we are kidding, we are tired.
People being entitled to art, taking advantage .
Many are leaving the fandom thanks to you all.
Now everyone is pissed.
Do you know why?

They love the artist more then the people who repost.
They will choose the happiness of the artist over everything else.
Mystic Messenger!
The artist are the best thing in this fandom
So never lose sight of the fact that you have been blessed with these artist.


We love you (BTS Fluff)

 Words: 937

Warning: Fluff

@nerdynerdbookworm requested:  Hey! Can I just say that I love your blog?! I was wondering if you could do a really squishy/fluffy scenario with the boys for me? I’ve just been having a hard time with life lately and need some cheering up ☺ and I love your writing

A/N: Thank you very much for liking my writing and my blog <3 It really means so much for me to knowing that you enjoy ^^. Here you go!

A/N²: Don’t let this “hard time” let you down. You can talk to me whenever you want to.

Originally posted by buy-me-jams

You were not the kind of person who was sad, walking on the corners. No, you were happy, amused. You were just facing one of those seasons in a person’s life that things are hard. You just needed something to release everything. All your stress. But you weren’t the kind of girl that let people realize your bad moments. Even the 7 most important people in your life.

It was 9:00 pm at night and you were at your home, watching some TV to distract yourself when your phone buzzed.

Jimin [9:05p.m.]: Hey, Y/N! You’re so gone these days. We miss you; you haven’t come to visit us lately. How about we go out? Together?

You breathed deeply. You were missing them too, but you really didn’t want to hang out. All you wanted was some time to yourself. But how could you avoid him?

 You [9:08p.m.]: Hi Chimchim! Ah, I miss you all too, but I don’t want to hang out, I’m kind of tired. I’ll just finish this movie and go to bed.

Damn it, Y/N, why are you avoiding Jimin? You miss him and he misses you! You thought. He had called you to go out at least 3 times that week. You started feeling worst.

Jimin [9:13p.m.]: You? Y/N doesn’t want to hang out?

Jimin [9:13p.m.]: Are you okay? You never prefer to stay at home instead of hang out with us. Is something bothering you? Have I done something?

Poor Jimin…No, you didn’t do anything. You were dying at the thought of him blaming himself.

You [9:15p.m.]: No, Jimin. It’s not your fault.

Jimin [9:18p.m.]: Then why are you avoiding us? Why are you avoiding me?

You started feeling tears coming. He was one of your best friends. You knew you could just talk to him.

You [9:21p.m.]: Chimchim, I’m not at a good moment. I’m not good at all; I just want to stay alone for a while. You know me.  I don’t like to show people when I’m bad or something

That’s it. You waited for an answer that never came. Twenty minutes had passed away and he hadn’t answered you. You thought that maybe his cell phone had lost battery or something. You stood up from the couch, meaning to go upstairs and just sleep when a knock on the door made you jump. Who can it be, so late?

 You opened the door and almost fall to the ground when you saw them. Jungkook, Taehyung, Hobi, all the 7 members there, standing in front of you. Jin was holding a bag and Yoongi had two bottles of soda in his hands, Namjoon had two more in his.

“What are you d-“ you started saying but were cut off as Jimin excused himself and entered into your house, the boys following him before giving you a peck on your cheeks. You closed the door and stared at them, who were placing the stuffs on the table in front of the couches and sitting at the carpet. What?

 You stayed there standing, not understanding what was happening.

“If you don’t want to hang out, then we came” Jimin said.

“Y/N” Taehyung called, “Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t ok?” he asked, his voice with a little of sadness.

You blushed. You knew you should’ve at least explained them what was happening instead of just avoid them. You felt tears coming again but this time you couldn’t hold them back. You started crying and quickly felt Taehyung’s arms around you, hugging you tight.

“Shh, we’re here” He whispered.

“I-I’m sorry. Guys, I’m sorry” you whispered, “I should’ve told you. I’m sorry” you said as you leaned your head against Tae’s shoulder.

 “Come on, let’s sit” he said and walked with you to join the boys. You sat between Yoongi and Kookie, smiling at them.

“It’s nothing to worry about. I’m just facing a hard season and I didn’t want to bother you with it” you said.

“Bother us? Y/N, you never think about that. We love you; we wanna see you happy every day and every time. I know how you are but stop keeping it to yourself, you can always share your problems with us” Jin said.

“Yeah. Please don’t do that again. Don’t avoid us. We like you so much” The shy maknae said, his cheeks blushing as much as yours.

“Thank you, guys. I love you all” you said.

“So, I know we can sleep here. I bet I would look amazing in one of yours long sweatshirts” Hobi said playfully and you smirked.

“Oh yeah, you are a diva” you kidded back.

“So, what were you doing before we got here?” Jimin asked.

“I was going to bed” you admitted.

“No. No way. We brought a lot of sneaks and junk food, soda and a lot of movies. You are not sleeping” Namjoon said determinate before standing up and choosing a movie.

 You felt happiness filling you up.  You looked at their happy faces. The thought of that seven great, amazing, gorgeous guys there, supporting you, worrying about you was everything you needed to feel to get better. You loved them so much. As friend, as army, as everything was possible. You knew they loved you too, and that whenever you need to, they would be there for you.

anonymous asked:

Hello!! It's no secret that you love King Byron with everything you've got (◕‿-). But which Byron do you love the most?

Hi Anon! (:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHICH BYRON? D: Byron is Byron and I love him as a whole. :v *bricked*

Just kidding. I think I understand what you mean, so please find my answer(s) under the cut. Since this is about ~le King~, we all know I will get carried away and choose the roundabout way of answering this question. Woops. :U

Thank you in advance for bearing with me. (^-^”)

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anonymous asked:

How would 2PM parenting style be? Like would they be really present or maybe more work focused, playful, strict, etc? Love your blog! ;*

Thank you :) I hope this is what you wanted ~

Jun. K - would be very fun and playful and almost have a friend-like relationship with his child(ren). I can see him asking his kid(s) for help/advice planning a surprise event for mom or asking for their opinions on other stuff, basically little things that would make him feel like a friend to them. They would totally be comfortable telling him any of their problems and asking him for advice as well. The bond between them would be unbreakable. Even though he gets very wrapped up in his work and doesn’t even take breaks most of the time, by the time he becomes a father almost all of his attention would be on them. He’d spoil them endlessly with love and attention and hours of play time. Just picture MinJun chasing his little baby around the house and the baby laughing hysterically while waddling away as fast as their diaper would allow 😭💚 there would no doubt be plenty of days when you’d come home or walk into the living room and see them on the living room floor, breathing heavily from the lengthy play session they just had. But even with is playful and chill side he would be great at sitting his child down and having a serious one on one talk. Whether it be about safe sex or bad grades or bullying or anything else, he would definitely have the ability to sit them down and say ‘hey, I heard what happened at school today but I wanna hear your side" and once he hears what they had to say he’d figure out how to handle the situation. In terms of discipline, I see him asking his kid what they think they deserve as punishment and take that into consideration. Overall he would be a very loving and approachable father and because of that, when the time comes for discipline or other serious matters, his children would have the utmost respect for him because they know he’s loves them dearly and will listen to what they have to say.

Chansung - Would be such a loving and attentive father as well. He already loves kids so he’d love his kids a million times more. He would try his very best to teach his children everything he knows, mistakes and all. He’d be the type of father to take his kids to tons of different lessons so they can have a variety of things to choose from and develop a passion for though there’s a good chance that they’d want to take taekwondo classes just like him 💚 I think he’d be kind of strict like if his kids did something he considered to be unacceptable he would very straightforwardly say ‘no, don’t do that’ and they would know that there’s no room for arguing. He’d really enjoy spending time with his children whether it’s just watching tv together to helping them with homework or something more involved like camping, building things, etc. Whatever it is he’d just be happy to be with them and almost get to know them instead of being just an authority figure.

Taecyeon - He’d of course love his children but I feel like he’d be a little flustered when it came to discipline. Like he wouldn’t want his kids to feel oppressed or like he’s a mean father but he wouldn’t want to be too lenient and cause them to lose respect for him and not take him seriously. Whenever it came time for disciplining he’d say 'I’m gonna go speak to your mother about this and we’ll come to a decision together’. He might get the hang of it eventually but it’d take a while. The same uncertainty would apply for other small but important things like if his baby has a tiny cough he’d panic and ask you 'is he/she okay??’ And you would have to reassure him that your baby is fine and just needs a little bit of medicine. Then even when he’s buying medicine (or anything else for the baby such as bottles and diapers) he’d call you and give you a whole list of what’s in front of him and read the labels of everything to you so you can help him choose which one to get. Besides that I think he’d like to indulge his kids in what they wanted like he’d want them to come to him with a project idea or something else they wanted to do and be more of a guide/helper; instead of suggesting things he’d let them be free and support their wishes.

WooYoung - would be the crazy fun father that the kids absolutely adore. He would be terrible with discipline for the most part, letting his kids get away with a lot and even praising them if it were something like a prank. Pretty much like the dinner table scene in The Incredibles, (if you haven’t seen that movie I’m judging you), but basically they’re at dinner and the mother tells the father about a prank that the older son got in trouble for in school and the father says 'no way, how’d you pull that off? that’s awesome!“ And the mother is like 'hello you’re not supposed to be happy about this’. That would be a common scene with WooYoung as a father. If it were something very serious though he’d sit his kid down and tell them 'you know I’m not really strict for anything but what you did was really messed up and will not happen again’ and his child will realize that it must really be serious if his usually laid back father is disappointed. Apart from discipline he’d be very creative when it comes to doing things together with his child like designing a toy together or coming up with an original game, anything to get the creative juices flowing. His ability to be a little childish when he wants would help out greatly.

Nichkhun - he’s almost like a father figure already to the young ones in his family so he’d be a father that you could totally rely on and depend on. I know he’d be strict with his daughter(s) but I also think he’d be strict his his son(s) too which is not very common in fathers. He’d want to keep his daughter completely sheltered from the male species (excluding himself of course) but once he decided to let her date or even talk to boys he’d want every detail of what’s going on. He’d be respectful but he’d take full authority as her father as well. With his son he’d make sure he told him on a daily basis to be respectful and treat any girl as well as he treats his mother and since he himself always treat you like a queen he’d often say to his son 'see? this is how you treat women.’ Besides relationships he’d also have firm rules but he’d be pretty chill as well. It would be well known that they can have their freedom and have a good time with their father as well so long as they stick by the rules and remain mindful and respectful.

JunHo - have you seen the way he treats his cats? Multiply that a million times and that’s how much he’d love his children. I think he’d be super fascinated by them as they’re growing, especially when they’re babies and you’d often find him just staring at his baby and murmuring things to him/her like 'are you uncomfortable? is this blanket too stuffy?’ how are you not tired yet?’ Meanwhile you’re just chuckling to yourself because your baby is like two months old and just drooling while staring at him. As they get older he’d be a pretty cool dad, one of those dad’s that will tease his kid (lovingly) in front of his friends and actually make his friends laugh but then his kid will destroy him with a comeback and it’d be fine because they have that relaxed relationship. I think he’d be a combination of strict and carefree like if his child did something wrong he’d say something like 'seriously? you thought that was a good idea?’ That way he’d be addressing the problem but not in a forceful way that makes his kid feel sad or less than, if that makes sense.

Hate || Joe (pt 2)

Joe masterpost found here

Word count - 1,348

Summary - The one after the lust wins out.

(part 1)


After the house party where you hooked up with Joe, it sort of became a regular thing. Any time you were feeling horny, you’d call him and he’d either come over or talk you through what to do, and vice versa. You clarified many times that it was strictly sexual between the two of you, claiming you still hated each other. The thing was, you were starting to question if you were starting to feel a little bit more, and maybe he was too.

What was once quick fucks and long nights fighting for dominance turned into slower actions with more kissing and more passion. It seemed like he cared for you more, and you were sure you cared for him too. You didn’t know how to bring it up, if you should at all. If you were reading it wrong, you’d make a total fool of yourself and would lose whatever you did have with him.

You had just had a horrible day at work. Your boss yelled at you in front of all your coworkers and said that if you made one more mistake, he’d throw you out with no hesitation. Now, you were home dressed in leggings and a large jumper, drinking a glass of wine and eating ice cream from the gallon. You were watching comedies on Netflix trying not to cry but failing miserably. If your mind wandered too much, you’d lose interest in the movie and just sulk about how you were one mistake away from losing your only source of income.

Your phone rang and you groaned, not in the mood to talk to anybody. You picked it up anyway when you saw it was Joe. “Hey,” you said, putting another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth.

“I need you,” he muttered over the phone. “Can I come over?”

“I’m really not in the mood right now,” you said weakly. You stopped crying only seconds before he called, so you were still sniffing lighlty.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his composure changing immediately. You furrowed your eyebrows and pulled your knees up to your chest.

“What do you care?” you said.

“Never mind,” Joe said with a huff. “I’m coming over.”


He didn’t even give you time to respond, as you were met with only dial tone. You sighed and continued eating your ice cream and staring at the TV. You would just kick him out once he got here. He clearly didn’t get the hint that you weren’t in the mood for a fucking session.

When you heard Joe at the door, you went to open it, not even caring that you probably looked extremely unappealing. “So, what’s going on?” he asked, immediately stepping into your flat and taking off his jacket.

“Joe, I’m not in the mood,” you said sternly, your hands on your hips. “I told you that over the phone.”

“I’m not talking about that right now,” Joe said. “I want to know why you sound so bummy.”

“Bummy?” you repeated.

“Yeah, bummy,” he said. “You sounded bummed out over the phone and I want to know why.”

“I don’t understand why you expect me to spill my feelings out to you,” you said. “Strictly sexual, remember? You don’t want to listen about my shitty day or my shitty job or my shitty boss or- y’know what? You get it. So, I’m asking you again to leave.”

“Clearly I care about your shitty day because I’m here,” he said, sounding frustrated. “I get that you don’t want to fuck right now. If that was the only reason I called you, I would’ve taken the hint at no and taken care of myself. I didn’t come here to force you into having sex. I came here because I care about you and I want to know why you’re upset.” You stared at Joe, trying to read how serious he was. Finally, you sighed and went over to sit on the couch, beckoning him to join you.

“I think I’m going to get fired,” you mumbled, picking at your finger nails. “And, if I get fired, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t have enough money to keep paying rent and-” Your voice started shaking so you stopped talking. A tear fell from your eye but you quickly wiped it away.

“I could help you,” Joe offered hesitantly. “Like, I could pay you if you did some stuff for me.”

“I’m not going to exchange sex for money, Joe,” you said, rolling your eyes at his offer.

“That’s not what I meant,” Joe said quickly, almost laughing. “I mean, you could help me out with some YouTube stuff, like getting stuff organized and planning videos and helping with lighting and filming when I need you. I could always use an extra hand. I could, I’ll pay you if you need the extra cash.”

At this, you stared at Joe, your eyebrows furrowed. His eyes were shifting, trying to look anywhere but at you. “Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked. “Are you pranking me or something? I don’t get it. You hate me, remember?”

“You’re not serious, are you?” Joe said, finally looking directly at you. “You can’t really believe that after all this time, I still hate you.” He laughed lightly now, then said, “(Y/N), believe me, I could find a different girl to hook up with if I wanted to. There’s a reason I choose to keep this up with you. It’s because I like hanging out with you. I like being with you. I like, well, yeah the sex is great.” You smiled lightly and looked down at your hands again. “I never thought I could fall in love with someone like you.”

“What do you mean someone like me?” you asked, looking up at him instantly.

“I mean,” he laughed again, “someone who is everything I once convinced myself I hated. Someone who watches Disney movies when she’s sad and then cries like a little kid during it. Someone who eats ice cream straight from the gallon. Someone who parties hard one night but still manages to wake up early the next morning. Someone who actually cares about the people around her. I don’t know what you’ve done, but you got me hooked. It’s like you’ve hypnotized me. I know you feel the same way.” You scoffed but Joe just smirked. “I see the way you look at me,” he said. At that, you didn’t know what to say.

Joe inched closer to you, placing his hand on your cheek. “And baby,” he said, his lips close to yours. “I can’t hate someone who makes my dick this hard.” With a smile, he pressed his lips against yours, holding you close to him. It was a kiss unlike any you shared in the past. It was slow and gentle, his hands on both sides of your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks gently. You ended up on his lap, your legs on either side of his body. Eventually, you pulled back, your nose still brushing against Joe’s. “Are you still not in the mood?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“Honestly?” you breathed out. “Not really.” Joe nodded and nudged you off of him, causing your face to drop. Had that really been a whole speech to get you in bed? Joe walked over to your kitchen and came back with a spoon.

“Well,” he smiled. “Pass the ice cream. What film’s up next?”

You smiled back at Joe and handed him the ice cream, then grabbed the remote and cuddled up beside him. Once you both decided on a movie, you set the remote down then looked up at Joe. “You know,” you said. “I never thought I could fall in love with someone like you either, but I guess we don’t always get a say in that sort of thing.”

Joe laughed and rolled his eyes. “I hate you,” he said. This time, it was spoken with a tone of affection.

“I hate you too.”


You all seemed to really enjoy my last list so here’s one to finish the DAD series!

-Conor would never make his child do anything they didn’t want to. He’d be a big softy so when they didn’t eat their vegetables or do their homework, he’d leave it to his wife (you) to make them do it.
-If his child loved music, they’d spend hours on end together in his home studio.
-Can you imagine the lullabies he’d sing them each night? Continuing the tradition until they were well into their teens.
-If Conor had a girl, she’d be so protected. He’d interrogate every boy she brought home, friend or not. I feel like he’d always be cuddling her, especially while she is young and can fit in his arms.
-Conor would never lose his sense of humour or sarcasm and his child would just understand it from a young age. When they’d grow older, they’d have the exact same humour.

-He’d always want to have more kids, not settling for any less than three.
-Caspar would hate to see his children sad, doing anything to make them smile or laugh.
-He’d be really observant on his children’s lives, not in an embarrassing way. Caspar would always have the best advice and know what to say to them in different situations.
-Caspar would do cheesy but sweet things to keep them happy, like make a CD to play in the car with a mix of all their favourite songs.
-Guys, I live for the love triangle that would exist between Caspar’s daughter, Joe’s son and Josh’s son! The two boys would be best friends and never compete except when it came to her. She’d be so kind hearted that she’d be scared to lose one of them if she did choose one.

-Josh would be the dad that came to everything that his kids did. Whether that was simply birthday party or a grand final sporting round.
-He’d be so supportive, that he couldn’t control it sometimes. He’d whoop and cheer when it wasn’t really the time to do so, wanting to make his kids know how proud he was.
-Josh wouldn’t be the strictest dad in the world but he’d make sure that his children had manners. He’d be damned if he raised a Pieters to be anything other than polite.
-Josh would love to have boys, I think. No matter if they liked sports or drama or anything, he’d be able to really relate to them. If Josh did have a girl, she’d be his little princess. He’d find it hard to know what to do with her though, so he’d still take her to play football and then help her put on her favourite dress.
-The Pieters x Sugg x Lee triangle = life

-He’d be really organised dad. Oli would have his child’s school bag ready to go the night before. He’d give them a healthy but yum lunch and sneak in a chocolate or two if they had been good.
-Oli would do a lot of the caring for his kid. It’s not as though Oli didn’t trust anyone else to do it but that he actually really enjoyed looking after them. He wouldn’t want to miss anything in their life, so he’d always be around doing everything he can.
-He’d always give the best presents. Oli loves giving everyone presents but especially his kid. Half the time, he’d just give him gifts for no reason.
-Oli would let his child help set up filming equipment and find it so cute to watch him doing so.

-Joe wants two children so they’d keep each other company. I think he’d thrive with a boy and girl. He’d always remind them how much he loves them.
-Joe would be really funny and have the best jokes. His kids would inherit his humour and love to help plan pranks against Uncle Caspar.
-He’d always intentionally embarrass his kids because their reaction would give him the same thrill as pranking. Just imagine Joe whipping out dad jokes and being super loud but internally cringing the whole time.
-Joe would always help his kids stay out of trouble. So he’d remind them to do their homework and teach them manners. He’d also make sure that if they planned a prank on a friend, they’d have some sort of way out!

-Jack would treat his child like royalty. (I think Jack would really only have one). He’d do anything for them, often buying them gifts. He’d call them his “little prince/princess”.
-Jack would suddenly buy so many clothes for them and not himself anymore. He’d look through children’s clothes shops, buying everything he thought was fashionable or undeniably cute. (It wouldn’t be typical dad taste, Jack would always see what celebrity’s dressed their kids in and what was in shop front windows).
-Imagine stay-at-home-dad Jack! He’d always be left with the children of the squad when they had work or meetings.
-He’d then plan activities and the like for them all; especially for the little ones, like movies and tea parties. Jack would understand the struggles of being a teenager, so he’d let the older kids do what they like on their own.

-Mikey would take his time having children. Until he did, he’d be the token crazy and fun uncle to the kids of the other guys.
-He’d be so prepared for when his wife (you haha) went into labour. He’d make you go over and over what each of you would do when it did come the time. When it did happen though, he’d be in shock for a little bit before continuing on very calmly. Like I imagine Jack and Oli being super nervous through the whole thing.
-Mikey would take care of his child properly, being a good mixture of strict and lenient. Even though he was the fun uncle that always brought sweets, his child wouldn’t grow up with Mikey as an uncle but a good father.
-The little Pearce child would always be the baby of the huge buttercream squad family. Mikey would love it. He would love his baby so much and be glad that others did too.


anonymous asked:

When people switch to your studio from another (as a competitive dancer) do u ask about why they switched? these days studio switching is so common and I don't really understand that. When you are at this level, your dance studio is your life. Idk how people can just switch. so, when someone comes to u from a competitor, do u ascertain why? is it weird when you see that competition at a comp ? btw your studio is amazing and i love everything about the energy u give off!!

When I was dancing studio hopping/ changing was almost not heard of . It is such a different dance world . I choose to just love the kids that come into my life . Otherwise my heart breaks way to much . My team will change every year and I just enjoy helping a kid grow as many seasons as they will let me 💕

A few months ago I decided to focus on myself. I stopped biting my nails. I became a vegetarian. I started only drinking water. I got up thirty minutes before the sunrise and would sit on the roof. Same with the sunset. I decided to value every little thing in this world. I ended friendships/relationships that didn’t make me a better person.
I learned how to overcome addictions. How to push myself to give up something I love. How to be healthier, physically and mentally. I learned how to appreciate everything in this world even if it’s hard. I learned how to live without people I never thought I’d be able to.
That’s what life should be. An endless attempt to learn more about ourselves and everything around us without someone else’s help. You gotta love yourself kid. No one else should have to make you happy. You can do it.
—  choose yourself
Press Your Number

Originally posted by huckleberryb

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

“The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again.”

Jay tapped the ‘end call’ button and tossed his phone onto the couch beside him. He ran a hand through his hair before he let his head fall back and his eyes slip shut.

“You okay?” Hyuk Woo questioned as he entered the lobby. “Shouldn’t you be heading home? Your anniversary’s coming up, right? Weren’t you guys going on some sort of trip? How’s the planning going?”

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  • Actually, Remus never wanted to be a teacher. Like, he loved children, so teaching seemed a nice idea but it was more the “I don’t know what I wanna do, so I’ll be whatever first comes to my mind” kind of choice.
  • But now that he was a primary school teacher for more than five years he couldn’t imagine himself choosing any other occupation.
  • Maybe being a full-time wizard but such profession didn’t exist yet.
  • He’s never had any problems with kids but this time something went wrong.
  • He started teaching a new class in autumn and it was nice, he always enjoyed working with first graders, they were so loud but so sincerely curious about everything and generally cute.
  • Harry Potter was one of them, a very active small boy in round glasses.
  • Remus secretly liked him more than others, so funny and quick-witted this boy was. 
  • And this boy was the problem. No, not himself the problem. But his uncle (probably?) was. A very hot uncle, to be honest. No wonder Remus couldn’t resist his very bi thoughts.
  • The uncle’s name was Sirius and to add to Remus’ despair he was not only hot but nice and friendly and cute and amusing and intelligent and perfect as well.
  • So, yeah, it was pretty clear Remus was a goner.
  • But if it was just this, it wouldn’t be too bad. He could pine and pine and pine until Harry graduates. Good plan, isn’t it?
  • Harry though obviously wasn’t satisfied with Remus’ plan. What else for would he just say something like, “Mr. Lupin, what does handsome as hell mean? I’m not swearing, oh, I didn’t know it was swearing! It’s just how Sirius described you to dad.” He smiled so mischiefly after saying it that Remus could bet he knew exactly what handsome as hell meant.
  • Remus blushed every time Sirius appeared somewhere around and it was frequent because Harry’s parents were busy with work a lot of time (Lily was a doctor, James was a police officer). Sirius though always tried to have a small talk with him, looking a little shy and was it flirting? Maybe, but very awkward. And cute.
  • Remus still was afraid he had misunderstood something, so he responded to Sirius’ more and more obvious innuendos but never did them himself. After all, he is a teacher.
  • It could last forever if Harry wasn’t a wonderfully good kid. Good kids help silly and helpless adults. Also, he was a wonderfully smart kid and he really did like Remus and wanted Sirius to be happy.
  • Here he was on Friday afternoon, waiting for Sirius to pick him up and recalling his previous talk with his dad. A perfect opportunity. 
  • It was a bad day for Remus and even the fact that it was the last day of work at this week didn’t help. He was dying for parents to come and get the children, so he can go home and have a bath. And chocolate. 
  • He checked the clocks for umpteenth time and learned painfully that it was already half an hour past his working schedule but he couldn’t leave the kids and go. Two were still in the classroom, Harry and Neville, playing with toy trains.
  • Remus saw Sirius hurriedly coming into the class and exhaled. Minus one. And Sirius was wearing skinny jeans and left his hair down, which was rare. The day obviously started becoming better.
  • “Oh hey,” Sirius said a few minutes later, after recovering his breath. “Sorry I delayed you, work.”
  • “It’s fine,” Remus smiled. “ Harry, you’ve gotta go! Say bye to Neville.”
  • Harry stood up a little disappointed and did say bye to Neville. He came to Sirius and embraced his leg.
  • “Hey,” he looked as innocent as a young chamomile. “Did you work out your problem?”
  • “What problem, Bambie?” Sirius brushed his hair, smiling. Remus suddenly felt tender warmness.
  • “You said dad that you don’t know how to ask Mr. Lupin out. Did you solve this problem?” Harry looked up to Sirius with a cunning smirk. Little James Potter himself, who would argue?
  • “That’s..That’s not that I meant, I..” Sirius murmured to Remus, dumbfounded. “That’s.. God, what the hell I’m talking about. Oh, shit, I swore. Again. Sorry, Harry go play with Neville a little.” Harry shrugged and went away.
  • “So, that’s not what you meant?” Remus raised one eyebrow and by his expression Sirius could say that he was rather disappointed.
  • “It is what I meant. I.. kinda like you?” Sirius sighed. “Yeah, I really like you. And I thought, maybe you too? A little?”
  • “I do. I do like you a lot,” Remus grinned. “Are you gonna ask me out or what?”
  • “Right,” Sirius said, blushing. “So, will you go out with me?” 
  • “Of course,” Remus shrugged light-heartedly and held Sirius’ hand as Harry grimaced triumphantly, sitting on the carpet with Neville.
6 Months

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“Mixed hyaline and myxoid chondrosarcoma contains variable amounts of both matrices, which either merge imperceptibly with or are sharply demarcated from one another. The morphology of the chondrocytes and their arrangement -.”

Owen was standing against the doorway to their room, brow furrowed and watching his wife with something between amusement and concern.

“Amelia…” He said, nearing her. She was lying on the bed, one hand on her growing stomach, the other holding a book. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” She asked, not tearing her eyes away from the pages. “I’m reading to the baby.”

Taking the book away from her, he looked at its cover and read out loud. “’Chordomas and Chondrosarcomas of the Skull Base and Spine’. Amelia, what are you reading to my child?”

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anonymous asked:

You wish for one way to describe you, and yet you choose what you are not. Ive meet failures in my life and you are the farthest from that word. You are a blessing, and beauty. You bring light to this sad world. You make everything seems better, cant you see how much you love? You bring all the best emotions, you are why lil kids smile. I just absolutely adore you. You are an angel in my life

What did I do to deserve this kind of stuff?

Thank you so much.

Close Calls

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Barnes hates you— that much you know. 
Words: 1,892
Warnings: language (lel what’s new)
Notes: for anon — i strayed from how you wanted it bc… i wanted to………… okay soz bye

Originally posted by staralbums

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I`m not a huge Eurovision fan, but there is some shit going on, and I kinda feel like it needs to be clarified. I’m talking about Polina Gagarina here. Peolpe seems to blame her for singing a song about equality while living in Russia. Well.Some time ago she posted photos of herself with Conchita and received a lots of hateful messages. That what her respond was:

“In this message I will try to respond to all those unbelievably cruel words I’ve seen in comments… Which made me sad since I`ve never expected to see so many hate and intolerance! I don`t ask you to LOVE Conchita, I don`t ask to to LOVE trans people! But I beg you, do not judge, or you too will be judged! I bed you to choose what kind of words you use when commenting my photos and videos. If you want to hide everything that happens in internet or on TV from your children, you should go and live in mountains and let them grew up in a total ignorance! I have a son, he is 7 years old. He used to go to the kindergarten for kids with eyes problems, because it was the closest one to where we lived. And you know what? He would never ever even think of pointing finger at disabled person. Children have to know about everything! They are much more clever than we think, and sometimes much wiser. I have a husband and I have a family that I love. And I have a lot of talented people around me and sometimes they happen to be gay. That will never change my good attitude towards them. I vote for human relationships and love.”

[edit: NOT spoon, spork. I got confused since she has a mug w a spoon on it]

You know what? I’m really loving EVERYTHING happening with Jane in our post-credits like….

She had so much shit turned against her that honestly could’ve been ruined forever for her. The Crocker company, the color red, all that stuff…

but instead of being put off by it, or thinking about her negative experiences with it, she’s taking it back.

She’s stepping up and OWNING it.

‘Oh so the Condesce made Crockercorp a way to brutally take over the world? No worries, I’ll rebuild it with the aim of helping everyone in the world and kingdoms.’

‘When I was being mind-controlled and forced to do terrible things to my friends, I was wearing red? Well the obvious solution to this is to wear red as I choose to do everything in my power to help everyone now.’

Like…. She’s taking control of her life in the best Janey way she could, and I love it.

(also turning the logo back into a spoon spork bc hello spoons spork are great)