i love you more than everything else in this world

Pouring your heart and soul into someone and then they decide they don’t want you anymore is the worst possible feeling in the world. And when they seem to just move on to someone else like they never even cared about you its hurts more than anything. I am tired of being hurt. I am tired of being used. This is why I have trust issues. When I love I love with all my heart. I don’t have anymore feeling to give anymore. I’m just exhausted and empty. I’m sorry.


“Your eyes light up when you talk about him. That is because he’s my best friend.”

Laughter is beautiful. Kindness is beautiful. Cellulite is beautiful. Softness and plumpness and roundness are beautiful. It’s more important to be interesting, to be vivid, and to be adventurous, than to sit for pictures. A woman’s soft tummy is a miracle of nature. Beauty comes from tenderness. Beauty comes from variety, from specificity, from the fact that no person in the world looks exactly like anyone else. Beauty comes from the tragedy that each person’s life is destined to be lost to time. I believe women are too hard on themselves. I believe that when you love someone, she becomes beautiful to you. I believe the eyes see everything through the heart- and nothing in the world feels as good as resting them on someone you love. I have trained my eyes to look for beauty, and I’ve gotten very good at finding it. You can argue and tell me it’s not true, but I really don’t care what anyone says. I have come, at last, to believe in the title I came up with for the book: Everyone Is Beautiful.
—  Katherine Center, Everyone Is Beautiful

i have more scars than the ones you can see on my wrists.

i have more scars than the ones you’ll find if you undress me.

i can’t help but be a scarred and damaged person, a broken and useless girl, a waste of space, with a messy life and too much shit for most people to handle.

i will never ever tell you how i feel. you should do best to remember that. it will be a complete and utter lie, unless i am totally smashed. i can’t help it. i’m worthless and useless and everything you could ever hate. it is just who i am, its just me.

i hate myself more than anything else in this world. i hate my clothes, my hair, my face. i hate the things you think i love most. you have to remember that most of me is a lie. i cannot be trusted, i cannot be helped and i wouldn’t deserve that anyway.

i don’t deserve anyone. i don’t deserve anything. and i will always feel that way because i have been left scarred and broken one too many times.

i have dragged those blades across my skin one too many times. i have pressed flames into my arm one too many times. i have said yes when i meant to say no one too many times.

you have screamed at me one too many times. you have left me broken and come back only to break me again one too many times. you have left me scarred one too many times.

now i am left here thinking about how i will never mean anything to anyone. 

sitting here wondering when this pain will end, wondering when will i loose weight, wondering when anyone will notice me, and wondering if anyone cares.

but then again, i’m just that girl who never sleeps with too many secrets. the one that nobody cares about.

cause, after all, i’m just me, worthless and inconsiderate, fat and ugly, with scars on my body that will never completely fade away.

i hate me.

Dearest Sherlock,

If you’re reading this, love, I must be dead. (That sounded cliché. I do hate clichés, but oh well.) I don’t know what happened to me, but I do know that it will be alright. You will be alright, Sher.

I want to thank you, love. You gave me everything and then some, and there are no words that can truly express my thanks for that. Sher, you gave me a home when no one else would, you stood up for me when I couldn’t for myself, you lent me your shoulder when I needed one to cry on, you gave me our children, you gave me your love. You gave me a chance all those years ago, and I think that did us both some good. Thank you for that.

Sherlock, I love you so, so much. I love you more than you could ever possibly know. You are my whole world, Sherlock Holmes. My whole freakin’ world.

I have one last request, one last thing for you to give me… Please tell Will and Mary Louise that I love them and am so, so proud of them. Tell John that he was the best friend a person could ask for, and tell Rosie that she will forever be the best niece in the world. Tell Mycroft that he seriously needs to get that stick out of his arse. Tell Mrs. Hudson that I’m still bitter she never let me drive her car but that I love her anyways. And finally, love, tell yourself that whatever happened to me was not, and never will be, your fault.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes, you are the light of my world. I will be waiting for you eagerly in whatever afterlife may exist, and if no afterlife exists, I will at least be waiting for you to be laid to rest beside me six feet under.

With love,
Y/N Holmes

Originally posted by rainingooblah

Getting Over

We all have that one person in our lives that we loved and desire for, from the deepest core of our hearts. We’ve had that fire burning in our hearts just by longing for that one person so much. I’m not talking about the family that we love, or the relationships that are god gifted. But that one feeling, that one romantic love. It maybe just a feeling, but your entire world can be summoned into it. I don’t know if everyone has that ability, to love someone more than anything, that they are ready to give up their entire world just for that one person. I can’t say if that kind of love still exists anymore.

When that person leaves, talking about heartbreaks and incomplete love stories. You feel like you’ve lost the ability to love someone else other than that person. This may sound very old school but…you feel all helpless and dead inside at the same time. Slowly losing hope on everything around.

But honestly, I don’t like things being this way, being this weak and broken inside. I don’t want my family, who has been doing so much for me that I can never thank them enough, to even sense the broken person inside me. Because that might break them too, even if just a bit and that might also mean that I’m overseeing all those efforts they’ve done for me.

Therefore, I’ve decided. I won’t let things go this way. I’ve started to come at peace with fact that you can’t always have what you want or love or what your heart desires for. This wasn’t easy. Never was. Nor will be. But this is the reality. I don’t want my love for that person to become madness for me. Else it will break me further into pieces. And I’ll be an even more broken and bitter person. I don’t want to be like that. For that I’ll have to fight my inner self.

I’ve come to the point that, I can’t stop loving that person; don’t know if I ever will be able to. But I’ll direct that same passion, love and devotion that I have for that one person towards my work, towards my success. Like many people say, ‘take the love that you have for him and spread it around’, I won’t say that because I know I can’t do that. I’ll just pray to have inner peace.

“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts, rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.” Love is a beautiful feeling. And I thank god that I felt it.

It might break my heart if maybe in ten years I hear some news about him happily living his life, it will tear me. I know it will. It can be the worst feeling in the world seeing or listening about that one person who you loved the most in the entire world, doing perfectly fine without you. And I know this will happen. But I hope I’m strong enough by then or maybe I’ve stabilized myself enough to be happy for him.

P.S. this karma post kept coming up in my mind the entire time I was writing this blog, that, “You’ll fall in love with someone who will not love you, for not loving someone who did”.


Bad Ending 1

MC: Who is it?

MC, it’s me!


You’re safe, right?

And you don’t have her eye color… Your hands and face look different too…

Oh… I’m sorry. I guess I just thought that you’d look exactly like Rika. But you don’t.

I won’t be like that this time. I’ll protect you…

I won’t let you leave like Rika.

I’ll give everything I have…

MC… I love you. I’m in love with you.

I love you more than anything else in this world…!


Happy New Year everyone ! 🎉🍾

I hope everyone had an amazing night just like i did, because there is nothing better than to spend new years eve with the two most important people in my life.

On the one side the love of my life, better half and future husband who always supports me in everything and anything i do, who makes me happy like nobody else ever could and who i love more than anything in the world.

And on the other side my bestie, and future flower “girl” at my wedding lmao. Who is always there for me no matter what and supports every decision i make.. Who i can count on without doubts and who knows what i think before i even say it.

You two, thank you so much for everything. I honestly couldnt imagine my life without you both and i wouldnt want to. I cant wait for the next amazing year and all the memories we will make together. <3

@levibryce  @pandamajestysims

[And to all of my follower here on tumblr, who support me and show love to the things i do… thank you so much 💜 I will try my best to make you happy with many new projects, collections and pictures. Happy New Year! ]

Laughter is beautiful. Kindness is beautiful. Cellulite is beautiful. Softness and plumpness and roundness are beautiful. It’s more important to be interesting, to be vivid, and to be adventurous, than to sit for pictures. A woman’s soft tummy is a miracle of nature. Beauty comes from tenderness. Beauty comes from variety, from specificity, from the fact that no person in the world looks exactly like anyone else. Beauty comes from the tragedy that each person’s life is destined to be lost to time. I believe women are too hard on themselves. I believe that when you love someone, she becomes beautiful to you. I believe the eyes see everything through the heart- and nothing in the world feels as good as resting them on someone you love. I have trained my eyes to look for beauty, and I’ve gotten very good at finding it. You can argue and tell me it’s not true, but I really don’t care what anyone says. I have come, at last, to believe in the title I came up with for the book: Everyone Is Beautiful.
—  Katherine Center, Everyone Is Beautiful

Thought I’d share this because I absolutely adore it. ❤️

December 27, 11:00 p.m.
My Dear America,
   I’ve never written a love letter, so forgive me if I fail now….
   The simple thing would be to say that I love you. But, in truth, it’s so much more than that. I want you, America. I need you. 
   I’ve held back so much from you out of fear. I’m afraid that if I show you everything at once, it will overwhelm you, and you’ll run away. I’m afraid that somewhere in the back of  your heart is a love for someone else that will never die. I’m afraid that I will make a mistake again, something so huge that you retreat into that silent world of yours. No scolding from a tutor, no lashing from my father, no isolation in my youth has ever hurt me so much as you separating yourself from me. 
   I keep thinking that it’s there, waiting to come back and strike me. So I’ve held on to all my options, fearing that the moment I wipe them away, you will be standing there with your arms closed, happy to be my friend but unable to be my equal, my queen, my wife. 
   And for you to be my wife is all I want in the world. I love you. I was afraid to admit it for a long time, but I know it now. 
   I would never rejoice in the loss of your father, the sadness you’ve felt since he passed, or the emptiness I’ve experienced since you left. But I’m so grateful that you had to go. I’m not sure how long it would have taken for me to figure this out if I hadn’t had to start trying to imagine life without you. I know now, with absolute certainty, that is nothing I want. 
   I wish I was as true an artist as you so that I could find a way to tell you what you’ve become to me. America, my love, you are sunlight falling through the trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion. 

   You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do. 
   You said that to get things right one of us would have to take a leap of faith. I think I’ve discovered the canyon that must be leaped, and I hope to find you waiting for me on the other side. 
   I love you, America.
   Yours forever, 

This is the sweetest love letter ever. I’m in love. 

Source: The One by Kiera Cass, pp. 287-88.

Don’t tell me you love me when you know that you don’t mean it. I know that you don’t mean it but somehow I want to believe you. Don’t tell me you love me when you know your heart belongs to someone else, don’t tell me I’m your world if you know I’m nothing more than a fling. I know you’re bad for me, I know you don’t love me but somehow I’m willing to give everything I’ve got to you even if I end up shattered and alone in the end.
—  t.i // Love makes me do crazy things for people who don’t deserve it.

anonymous asked:

Ally, thank you so much for answering my message❤️ It honestly means the world and you are so right, I guess I'm just so scared. Especially of gaining weight but everything else staying the same and still not recovering. And I have no idea how much is enough. I got a meal plan from a dietitian a couple weeks ago & she said to stop counting calories, but the plan is like 1700. Should I try to follow that as its a little more than what I eat now. Is that enough to get better? I just want recover❤️

You’re welcome lovely, it breaks my heart to think of you hurting yourself like that, so I would love to help you stop.
Something to ask yourself - would I rather the pain of growth, or the pain of staying where I am?

The parasite in your brain is what’s currently holding you back. That fear is unwarranted - nobody else in the world wants you to be this way. Your doctors, family, friends, future partner and potential children, even the rational side of your brain, everyone wants you to be healthy. A number on a scale is the most irrelevant thing in the entire world.

As Jo Rowling said; “I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.”

No, 1700 calories is nowhere near enough. It infuriates me that a practicing healthcare professional would promote that as a healthy amount for someone who has starved themselves for ten years. The recommended amount for HEALTHY people with no dieting history or damage to repair is 2000 (more if living an active lifestyle). On top of that (the general energy requirements for living daily life, studying, talking, thinking, working, walking, sleeping), you also have hundreds of thousands of calories to make up for from over those years. The ‘extra’ calories will go to things like your brain, your heart, your organs, all the things that have been slowly shutting down or giving you warning signals.

Maybe start with 1700 for a week just to let your body adjust, but honestly you’d want to get above 2000 asap (remember, that’s less than most REGULAR people with no damage to repair eat) and then add another 500-1000 at least for your healing. Soon enough you will probably become ravenous as your metabolism fixes itself - honour your hunger!! It is not 'bingeing’, it’s called reactionary eating or extreme hunger. It’s super important that you feed yourself enough, so as not to end up in quasirecovery. If you don’t eat enough, you’ll end up restoring some small superficial weight, but not enough to help your body and certainly not enough to help your mind. Mental recovery comes second always, not because it’s too hard, but because your brain is literally malnourished right now and incapable of producing healthy rational thoughts without sufficient fuel.
While attempting to run on such small energy, the distribution has to be deliberately allocated. As much as possible needs to go into things like keeping your blood pumping and maintaining a functioning heart, so none of it can be wasted by the mind. Our brains burn a huge chunk of our caloric intake, but if you’re depriving it then it literally will not work. Only once you have been consistently feeding yourself ENOUGH and for an extended period of time, can the wiring in your brain rewrite itself, overriding old destructive tendencies with new, positive and productive ones.

I’d recommend finding a different specialist who can help you and give you the right information. Don’t forget to speak to a mental health practitioner to aid in the mind’s healing too 💛

There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater.

But sometimes it doesn’t.

Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life.

That is the sort of bravery I must have now.

—  Veronica Roth
Preference #8 - Father’s/Mother’s Day

So, I thought about doing a Father’s Day preference today, and then I realized that I never did a Mother’s Day preference, so I decided to do both of them in one preference. Half will be Mother’s Day, and the other half will be Father’s Day. I also just used the kids from the pregnancy/labor preferences that I did. I figured that would be easiest, although, their ages are kind of all over the place. :)

Scott - Being a mom was a lot harder than you ever thought it would be. But, being Ally’s mom was also the most rewarding thing you’d ever done in your life. Your daughter meant more to you than anyone else in the world, and you loved her more than you ever imagined possible. She was your everything.

Scott, your boyfriend, was a very close second. Ally was now ten months old, and Scott had been a God-send ever since the baby girl was born. He was the most hands-on dad you’d ever met. You could tell that Ally meant just as much to him as she meant to you.

As you get up, preparing for another day of blissful motherhood, you’re surprised to see Scott walking into the bedroom you share with Ally strapped onto his back in his carrier while he carries a tray of food in front. “What’s all this?” You ask him, a smile spreading on your face.

“Ally wanted to make sure you had the best Mother’s Day ever.” Scott grins down at you before setting the tray in front of you.

“Mother’s Day?” You reach up and move some of your hair out of your forehead. You hadn’t even thought about the fact that you had a whole new reason to celebrate today – that you would in fact be celebrated today seeing as it was your first Mother’s Day ever.

“Yeah, Happy Mother’s Day, Babe.” Scott leans forward and kisses your lips.

You start laughing. “Are you going to actually let me see my baby today?” You ask, realizing that Scott has forgotten that Ally is still in her carrier on his back.

“Oh yeah!” Scott turns around so you can unbuckle Ally, which you quickly do. The little girl, with dark curly hair and Scott’s coffee-colored eyes starts giggling immediately when she sees you.

“Hi Baby Girl.” You coo at your boyfriend’s mini-me.

Scott sits down on the bed next to you, careful not to tip over your tray of breakfast. “So, what else do you want to do on your very first Mother’s Day?” Scott asks.

As you reach forward and tear off a very tiny piece of one of your pancakes and feed it to your daughter, you smile up at Scott. “I don’t care.” You shake your head. “I just want to spend it with you and Ally.” When Scott leans forward, he quickly kisses your lips. Then, he reaches forward and pokes your daughter’s stomach, tickling her, and making Ally squeal out in laughter. This was all you needed. In the whole world, Scott and Ally were all that you would ever need.

Stiles – Every year, Stiles made sure to spoil you for Mother’s Day. The first year, Cooper had only been a few months old, but Stiles still made sure to go all out. When you had asked him why, he’d told you that one, you really deserved it seeing as you were the best mother in the world. And, second, he told you that it was the first time, in a very long time, that he’d gotten to celebrate the holiday. After Claudia had passed away, this day had been hard for him, but now, Stiles liked to focus on you instead of dwelling on the fact that she wasn’t here anymore.

This year though, things were a little different.

“Stiles!” You yell as you try to change your newborn daughter’s diaper as quick as you can. She was a fussy baby, and if she wasn’t being held, she was screaming her lungs out.

Right as you get done and pick your baby girl up, Stiles carries a crying Cooper, now almost three years old, into your daughter’s nursery. “He fell outside and scraped his knee up.” Stiles tells you.

“Oh, come here, Baby.” You and Stiles expertly trade kids, you now holding Cooper as Stiles is holding your daughter. You walk over and set Coop down on the rocking chair in the corner. “Let Mama see?” You ask your son.

Cooper pouts, wiping some of his tears away as he straightens his leg out to show you his scrape. “I got a boo-boo!” He tells you, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.

You reach down and look at the scrape. Right then, Stiles returns with the first aid kit in his hand. You wordlessly take it and open it up. Then, as you start cleaning up your son’s knee, you smile up at your baby boy. “It’s okay. Mama’s going to make it all better.” You tell Cooper while you work away. After a few more seconds, you put a band-aid, Star Wars themed, over the scrape. “Now, a kiss to make all the pain go away.” You lean down and gently place a kiss over Cooper’s band-aid.

Cooper sniffs while running his hand over his eyes, wiping his tears away. “Mama?” The little boy, who inherited his eyes from you, looks up at you, a pout still on his lips.

“What do you need, Coop?” You ask him while picking him up and placing him on your hip.

“Thanks.” Cooper tells you while leaning in and leaving a sloppy, slobbery kiss on your cheek.

“Awe.” You look at Cooper, tears in your eyes, a giant smile on your face. “You’re welcome.” You tell him, thinking you must have the sweetest son on the planet.

Cooper leans in close to your ear and whispers, not so quietly as children often do, in your ear. “I love you.”

You heart melts at your son’s words. “I love you, too.” You whisper back to Cooper.

A few minutes later, after letting Cooper down and he’s run towards the living room, where his Grandpa Stilinski is, Stiles looks over at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t plan a nice Mother’s Day for you this year.” Stiles looks down at the newest member of your family, finally peacefully sleeping in her father’s arms. “It’s just been so hectic since Baby Claudia was born.” He looks back up at you, and you can see how guilty he feels.

“Stiles, it’s fine.” You step closer to your husband, whom you’d been married to for just over a year now. “I don’t need the royal treatment. You’ve already given me the two best presents in the world.” You reach down and smooth over the unruly hair on top of your daughter’s head.

“More like you gave them to me.” Stiles leans over and kisses your lips quickly. “You work so hard, everyday, taking care of them. I just…” Stiles lets out a sigh. “I want you to know how much we appreciate you and everything you do for all of us.”

You start smiling again. “Stiles, I know. You tell me, and you show me every single day.” You stand on your tip toes and kiss your husband’s lips, careful not to jostle the baby. “I don’t need to be spoiled to have the perfect Mother’s Day. The fact that I am a mom makes it perfect.” You tell Stiles before hearing Cooper calling out for you.

“MAMA!” Cooper shouts.

Your smile widens. “Best. Present. Ever.” You wink at Stiles, referring to Cooper shouting your name, before walking off to go see what your son needs.

Derek – You had been right. Of course you had! Derek Hale, your husband over just over six years, really was the best father. At first, when you brought Holden, your oldest son, home from the hospital, Derek had been worried that he was hold the boy too tight or squeeze him when he picked him up, but he’d soon grown out of that.

Now, Derek spent as much time as he could with Holden, who was not just over seven years old. Derek liked this age. He knew Holden was tough. Now, Derek could play around with the little boy, play-wrestling and rough-housing, and not be afraid that he was going to hurt the little boy. In fact, Derek had loved parenthood so much the first time around that he’d convinced you to add more littles to the family. First, the family expanded when Holden was two years old when you and Derek had welcomed your twins, Noah and Vera, to the world. Now, you were welcoming one last baby to the family. When you and Derek had talked about trying to get pregnant again, you told him that four was your limit. You two already had a hectic home life with the three littles that you already had.

At seven months pregnant though, watching as your three children clamored for their father’s attention on his special day, you were beginning to question that choice. There was nothing like watching your husband with the littles.

“Daddy, open mine!” Vera shouts at Derek, looking just her Aunt Cora, who your kids loved.

Derek lifts five-year-old Vera up and sits her down on his lap before taking the present out of her hands and slowly unwrapping it. You watch as Derek, who is less than surprised to see another macaroni art project, smiles down at your only daughter, at least so far. “Oh V, it’s beautiful!” Derek makes a big deal out of the craft.

“Thanks Daddy!” Vera smiles, her eyes shining bright. She was such a daddy’s girl.

As Derek finishes opening all of the gifts your children had made and bought for him, you drift off to the kitchen to give your man some alone time with the littles. You knew that’s what they wanted most. Derek still spent a lot of time out dealing with werewolf business, which kept him away from time to time. He spent as much time as he could with the kids, but he also wanted to ensure that Beacon Hills was a safe place for his kids to grow up in.

A while later, you aren’t even sure how much time has passed, Derek walks into the kitchen, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his hands on your pregnant stomach. “Where’s your fan club?” You tease Derek.

Derek lets out a chuckle under his breath. “In the backyard. I figured I’d spend some quality time with the youngest for a few minutes.” Derek rubs small circles on your stomach while you glance out the kitchen window to see your kids running after one another outside. Not long after finding out that you were pregnant with the twins, you and Derek had moved out of the loft and into a nice house in a nice neighborhood. You had a bit of land though so you didn’t have nosey neighbors breathing down your necks at all times of the day.

“Happy Father’s Day, Babe.” You tell Derek while turning around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck in the process.

Isaac – “Daddy! Daddy!” You laugh as your only daughter, Haven Grace Lahey, runs towards Isaac as soon as he walks through the doorway.

“Haven! Haven!” Isaac teases the little girl, who looked just like him, playfully.

Once Isaac is right in front of your five year old daughter, he squats down to her eye level, blue eyes on blue eyes. “Happy Daddy Day, Daddy!” Haven announces before launching herself towards Isaac, who easily catches her.

“Thanks Sweets.” Isaac smiles, using his nickname for Haven, and taps the little girl’s nose while standing up and walking over towards you. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. “So, what do you have planned for me today?” Isaac looks down at your daughter.

“No pressure or anything…” You tease your daughter. You knew, as well as Haven, that Isaac would love anything the little girl planned or gave him, simply because it was coming from her.

Haven had become the center of Isaac Lahey’s universe from the very second that he first laid eyes on the girl as a newborn baby. Haven had her daddy wrapped around her teeny tiny finger, and everybody knew it.

“We’re having a picnic!” The little girl squeals out in excitement.

“Oh!” Isaac perks up, playing up his excitement for the little girl who was still currently wrapped up in his arms. “That sounds amazing!” Isaac dramatically tells Haven.

Less than a half hour later, you are sitting in a local park, on the Frozen blanket Haven had chosen to bring along, as she reaches in the picnic basket and starts passing out the food. “I made it all, Daddy!” Haven tells Isaac, feeling very proud of herself.

“I can tell.” Isaac does his best not to laugh as he looks at the utter mess in his hands, which he thinks is supposed to be a peanut butter and jelly. You had let Haven make the sandwiches, using a spoon instead of a knife to spread the peanut butter and the jelly. “It looks delicious.” Isaac tells Haven when she gives him a funny look, suspicious of her father.

“Hey Haven, come here.” You whisper to your daughter while wiggling your finger at her. Haven stands on her pudgy, little legs and walks over to you. You reach into the picnic basket then and grab a small gift bag out. Then, you hand that bag to Haven. “Want to give this to your daddy now?” You ask her.

Haven’s eyes go wide as she grabs the bag. “This is yours, Daddy.” Haven tells Isaac while walking over and presenting the bag to him.

“Oh, presents! This is a good day.” He tells Haven while pulling her to sit down on his lap. “Are you gonna help me open this?” He asks the little girl, knowing she loved opening presents. They didn’t even have to be for her, she just liked presents. You guessed that it had to do with the fact that she liked to know everything, and not knowing what was wrapped up drove her crazy.

Haven reaches into the bag, throwing the tissue paper off to the side before grabbing the card, which she’d made all by herself, and handing it to Isaac. You watch as Isaac looks at the card, taking in every scribble and every little detail of the card. “I love this, Sweets. Thank you.” Isaac quietly tells your daughter while leaning down and kisses the side of her head.

“What else is in there?” Haven looks over the top of the bag, trying to get a peak inside.

“Let’s find out.” Isaac tells her before reaching inside and grabbing out a thin book. On the cover, it says “All About Daddy.” As Isaac begins flipping through the book, you again start watching him. On each page, there’s a prompt, like “things Daddy always says,” or “If Daddy was a superhero, he’d be…” and so on. Haven had answered each question, and Isaac couldn’t help but get tears building up in his eyes as he turned each page. “You’re pretty special, you know that.” Isaac looks down at Haven, poking her in the stomach quickly.

“You’re special too, Daddy.” Haven looks up at him and tells him seriously, looking serious and too cute for words to even convey.

You wait, anxiously, as Isaac slowly makes it to the end of the book, where his real surprise was waiting. I can’t wait to be a big sister and share my daddy with my little sibling! Below that caption was a picture of Haven holding a sonogram picture.

“Seriously?” Isaac looks up at you, his eyes wide with surprise.

You nod your head. “It’s really happening, Babe.” You tell him, happy tears in your eyes. For so long after Haven had been born, you and Isaac had tried for a second child. But, it just never happened. When she turned four, you two had just accepted that Haven was the only child you’d ever have. It was a little sad, but you were also completely okay with just Haven. She was everything you ever could have wanted and more.

But, a few weeks ago, you’d discovered that you were pregnant again. You wanted to tell Isaac immediately, but you figured that this would be the perfect way to tell him.

“I love you.” Isaac reaches forward and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you into an intense kiss.

When you pull away, both you and Isaac have happy tears in your eyes. “I love you, too.” You reach up and wipe some of Isaac’s tears away. “Happy Father’s Day, Babe.” You smile over at him.

Brett – As Wesley got older, he became more and more like his father. Everything that Brett did, Wesley had to do, too. So, when Brett took Wesley camping for the first time, just the two of them, Wesley thought it was the coolest thing in the entire world.

For weeks now, the six-year-old had been begging you to let him go camping, just him and his dad, for Father’s Day. He had a whole thing planned out, including taking his dad fishing, which you thought was adorable. You had talked with Brett, and he seemed to like the idea, although at first, he had insisted that you come, too. You had talked about it, but then the two of you had decided that Father’s Day was about fathers and their children. You thought that giving your son and his father some alone time was the best present you could give both of them.

Of course, you had already planned different ways to spoil Brett for the entire week after Father’s Day, just to make him feel extra special and to thank him for being the best dad you ever could have imagined for your son.

“Are you ready to go, Buddy?” You walk into your son’s bedroom to see him trying to roll up his sleeping bag.

“I can’t wait!” Wesley tells you, so excited to spend time with just his dad, who really was Wesley’s best friend.

“I’m pretty sure that your dad is just as excited.” You squat down and help Wesley with his sleeping bag. When you have it all rolled up and tied, you just look over at Wesley, a small smile on your face. “Now, let’s go through your checklist. I want to make sure you’ve got everything.” You tell him.

“Okay.” Wesley stands up straight and gives you his full attention.

“Flashlight?” Wesley just nods his head. “Bug Spray?” Your son nods his head, and this is how the entire process goes. You’d ask, and Wesley would just nod his head or say check for each thing.

“I’d say you’re all set then.” You ruffle Wesley’s hair while standing up and turning to walk out of the room. You walk over to your own bedroom where Brett is zipping up his overnight bag. “Are you excited?” You ask Brett while walking over and sitting down on the bed.

“Wes is. That’s all that really matters.” Brett smiles down at you.

“He sure is.” You nod your head in agreement. “I packed you guys a cooler full of food, including snacks and drinks for Wes.” You take a deep breath. “I also caved and included supplies for smores, although it’s a little unfair that I won’t get any.” You joke with Brett.

Brett lets out a chuckle underneath his breath. “Well, you got a gold locket for Mother’s Day. I get camping.” He smiles down at you.

“Okay.” You shrug your shoulders while reaching your hand up and fingering the locket around your neck. “That’s fair.” You laugh out while standing up. “Happy Father’s Day, Honey.” You tell Brett while wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thanks for being the best dad to our little boy.” You say while leaning in and slowly kissing Brett’s lips.

When the two of you pull away a few seconds later, Brett just rests his forehead against yours. “He makes it easy.” He then looks over into your eyes. “He also means pretty much everything to me… You know, besides his amazing mom.”

You smile while leaning in and kissing Brett’s lips again, quickly this time. “Just please don’t tell him any scary stories. He had nightmares for weeks last time.” You groan out.

Brett just starts laughing, remembering that little misstep of his. “I promise.” You declares.

“Thank you.” You step away from Brett. “And, enjoy your trip with the boy.” You wink at Brett before walking away to go downstairs and double check the coolers, making sure you hadn’t forgotten anything.

Parrish – Having two daughters, a 14-year-old and a 10-year-old, kept things in your house very interesting. Jordan spent a crazy amount of hours at work. He was constantly trying to get home early or take a day off, but he was now the sheriff, after Sheriff Stilinski had retired a few years ago. When duty called, he had to go. There wasn’t another option.

As Ella and Honor, your lovely girls who used to be such sweet babies, keep shouting at one another, you let out a groan. “Girls, please! Give it a rest.” You look over at them pointedly, looking down at your watch.

Jordan was supposed to be home over a half hour ago. The four of you were going to go out to a nice dinner to celebrate Mother’s Day, but he was late. You didn’t blame him, but your daughters, while lovely, intelligent, charming, and funny, were not patient. It just wasn’t one of their virtues.

“Tell Honor to quit bugging me!” Ella complains. “She keeps trying to read my text messages.”

You roll your eyes. Ella was in that phase that she preferred to be around anyone but her little sister, while Honor still idolized her big sister and wanted to be just like her.

“Honor, please, give Ella some space.” You give your youngest daughter a small smile, knowing it was hard for her. She just wanted to feel close to her sister.

Honor stands up and walks over to you. “When is Dad coming home? I’m hungry.” She looks at you, her big green eyes, which she’d inherited from her father, looking up at you.

You take a deep breath, not really knowing how to answer Honor. “Hopefully he’ll be here soon.” You tell her while reaching out softly caressing her cheek, in that way that only a mother can.

Then, Honor bites her lip. “Can I give you your present now?” She asks you.

“Do you want to?” You ask Honor, who just nods her head. “Of course you can then.” You smile at her, hoping Jordan won’t mind.

Honor walks away and grabs one of the gift boxes that had been sitting on the kitchen table. Then, she brings it back to you. As you tear the paper off and lift the top of the box off, your breath catches in the back of your throat as you catch sight of the homemade photo album sitting in the box. Honor had titled it “Best Mom Ever.”

“Awe.” You gush out, your hand flying to your heart. “This is so sweet.” You tell Honor, glancing up at her, before you open the photo album and start looking at the pictures. In every picture, you’re with either Honor or Ella, both daughters in some. Some pictures were from birthday parties or other big moments in their life, but some of the pictures are just random pictures that someone had snapped at just the right moment.

When you look back up at Honor, you see Ella watching the two of you. She slowly stands up and walks over to get her Mother’s Day present to you. She walks back into the room and hands it to you without a word. Ella’s box was bigger, but that didn’t matter. As you unwrap the presents and open the box, you’re struck with a strange sense of familiarity. As you lift the blanket inside, you realize why it seems so familiar. It was a quilt made out of blankets and clothes that both of your daughters had worn and used throughout their lifetime, mostly their baby things though. “Ella!” You gush, happy tears brought to your eyes by both of your daughters.

“I found them all a few weeks ago when I was looking for something in the attic.” Ella shrugs her shoulders, acting as if what she’d done was nothing special. “Dad said it was okay.” You knew that Ella had made this herself. Even though she was only 14, she was already an excellent seamstress and sewer. She had a knack for clothes and fashion, and she could already make her own clothes when she wanted to.

“It’s perfect.” You tell Ella. “Both of these are perfect.” You look between your daughters.

Just then, the front door opens. “Hey, sorry I’m late!” Jordan exclaims, taking his jacket off, before he lifts his eyes and sees you and your daughters. “Oh, I missed it!” He sighs out, partly sad.

“How’d we get so lucky?” You ask him, and he knows you’re talking about your two amazing daughters.

Jordan shrugs his shoulders, that charming smile you love so much present on his face. “I ask myself how I got so lucky every single day.” He tells you before walking over, bending down, and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Happy Mother’s Day, Baby.”

“Thank you.” You tell Jordan, and you both know that you’re thanking him for so much more than just what’d he said. You’re thanking him for your life and for all the good things he’d ever done for you, all the amazing things you had because of this amazing man standing in front of you. When you look into his eyes, you can see that Jordan is silently thanking you for all of the same things.

Stop apologizing, baby girl. Stop saying sorry for things that are entirely out of your control and stop twisting your arm over the fact that you cannot be what somebody else wants. Stop feeling bad about putting your own needs above someone else and stop acting as if you owe the world more than it gives you. Stop putting yourself down for the silliest of reasons and stop treating yourself as though you don’t deserve what you want. Because you do, my love, you deserve everything you want and so, so much more. So just breathe baby girl, and remember that you can apologize for a lot of things, but you should never say sorry for being who you are.
—  excerpt from the book I’ll never write (via a-laa-mode

Never really thought about the future. Never really could think much past you. In that respect, your ma and I had something in common, God rest her soul. But neither of us, I don’t think, were ever meant for much. Here’s the truth — baby, here’s the truth. I’ve got a rootless heart. I don’t think I’m meant for loving, or at least not anymore. And I should die out here. I’m the kind of guy who’s not meant to go back. I try to imagine a life after this and it just won’t come. So forget about me, will you? If it’ll make you happy. Live glorious, eat like a king, laugh until the sun comes up, never look back. Don’t you dare look back. More than anything I want to know that you kept on. More than anything I want to know that you took on the world — everything else seems to matter less and less.

So how long have I loved you for? Womb to tomb, sweetheart. Since before I was even here at all. I get it now, you understand. Your ma was right. It really is a stupid question.


The Thirteen Letters, Not Easily Conquered series

Well that just completely destroyed me.


Your cinderella re-do is absolutely amazing, and I actually like it much better than the real story. Your story is also way more realistic than the classic story. I never did like how in Cinderella’s world, if you were evil, everything else was also exaggerated (you are clumsy, you are ugly, you are dumb) and if you are good, you are also physically beautiful, smart, kind, etc. It’s just not realistic. But then again, I suppose you could argue that mice turning into horses and fairy godmothers and glass slippers aren’t also realistic haha. There’s much more that I want to say but I’ve already written too much, and I’m using the submit button instead of the ask button to bypass the word limit lol. But I just wanted you to know how much I adore your story ❤ Thank you so much for writing a redo.

I just love Stiles and Derek being so sure of each other after they fall in love, you know?

Of Scott or Lydia asking Stiles on their wedding day if he’s got cold feet and Stiles been so calm and sure when he says “not a chance” and Derek fidgeting with his tux sleeves and not able to stand still and Erica being all “you nervous?” 

And Derek shakes his head and answers, “excited.” 

And John walking up to Stiles before the ceremony starts and going “any second thoughts kiddo?”

Stiles going, “nope.”

“Really? You won’t be with anyone else ever again. No first date, no first kiss, no first time, no first ‘i love you’ no first anything. That doesn’t scare you?”

And Stiles answering “I’m getting my last everything with him, and I want that more than firsts. I get to start and end with him. It’s the best feeling in the world.” And John hugging Stiles at that, saying he felt the same way with his mother, and he got asked the same questions by his dad. Stiles holds onto that thought for when his own children get married. 

And those times when other people flirt or Stiles and Derek get close with someone else who isn’t each other, and people go “aren’t you worried?”

And Derek will go “worried about what?”

“About that” and his coworker points out Derek’s husband laughing with another woman and Derek just shrugs and goes “nah, not really.”

Or Erica asks Stiles if he ever gets scared that Derek will cheat on him and Stiles looks shocked and like “do you think so lowly of your best friend, Erica?” and Erica is all “no, I totally know he’d never do that. Do you?” And Stiles laughs because “He would never do that. I trust him completely.” 

And one time Derek gets visibly jealous and Lydia is all “I thought you told me you trusted Stiles” and Derek goes “of course I trust him completely. It’s him I don’t trust. It wouldn’t even cross Stiles’ mind for one second. But him? Yeah, yeah it would.” And Derek scowls when the guy touches Stiles’ arm. 

But then Derek shakes his head, turns away, annoyed that the guy is being so flirty with his husband, but knows that Stiles would laugh in the guys face if he suggested them doing something, or if the guy ever tried anything, Stiles would calmly and efficiently put the guy in his place. 

They’re so in love there’s just no way they would ever want someone else for a second. 

And of course they have their days, weeks, even months where they’re in a lull or a bad place or just not happy with each other, but they don’t get scared about it being the end because they both know eventually they will work it out. It’s just how they are with each other. 

And when they’re ready for kids, they’re ready. There’s no doubt, even when their surrogate becomes pregnant, even when she has the child and they have an actual child to take care of instead of a the concept of one. They still never doubt or get scared, because they waited until they were both ready and had multiple talks about it. 

And their kid growing up never doubts their parent’s love for each other, because they always make up, whether it be five seconds later or five days later. 

And Stiles is asked “do you think you two will be one of the few who make it?”

And Stiles immediately answers “yes.”

And Derek is asked “How do you know you’ll make it?”

And Derek answers “because we love each other enough to keep fighting for our relationship.” 

And hell, they might actually be “soulmates” and “true love” who fucking knows, they sure don’t, and they might be “the one” for each other but it’s not that easy. They can’t just say they’re the one for each other and it be that easy. 

They just never want to give each other up, and so they always make sure they don’t. They don’t give up, they don’t lose each other, they don’t drift apart, even in the bad times, because they don’t need each other, they want each other. Forever.

Even when Stiles doesn’t want to look at Derek’s stupid face for a couple hours because he’s an asshole, he never stops wanting Derek. 

Even when Derek wants alone time away from Stiles because Stiles annoys the crap out of him sometimes, he never stops wanting Stiles. 

Even when it would be easy for them to just say “fuck it” and give up and make things easier for each other, they don’t give up, because having it easy is a lot less fulfilling then the hard shit. There’s no satisfaction in something being easy.

The satisfaction comes from when things suck and they’re hard and they don’t walk away from each other, and even if they do for and afternoon or night or day or week or month, they come back. 

And the other knows it because early in their relationship that is what they did. No matter what, they never truly left each other. They didn’t break up, they didn’t let go. They didn’t give up fighting. 

And they would still be it for each other even if they had broken up once or twice or three times, because sometimes other people need that to be able to get together, like Scott and Allison or Lydia and Parrish. 

And when their friends come to them, insecure about their relationship because “you guys are so strong together, you never just…give up on each other. How do you do it?”

And Stiles just goes “It’s just how we work together. We never want to be without each other. But that doesn’t mean you and Parrish aren’t meant to be or whatever it is you feel you guys are. It just means your relationship works differently than ours. And you’re not giving up on each other, because you know you love him, and you know you’ll make your way back to each other eventually.”

Lydia goes “What if I’m not so sure?”

Stiles shrugs. “That’s fine, then. You don’t have to be sure. Relationships aren’t all the same. Derek and I definitely have our moments, our times of needing space and time from each other. Just because we don’t break up doesn’t mean we aren’t taking time from each other. We aren’t perfect. We just don’t ever want to break up. It’s okay if you and Jordan do, okay?”

And they’re like this wise couple because they seem to be the relationship that everyone else strives to be and they’re just like “dudes don’t be like us, are you kidding? there are times I want to like strangle him because he’s being such a stubborn idiot. We fight all the damn time! We aren’t the perfect couple.”

But they never stop loving each other, even when they hate each other, and they do become that couple everyone looks up to, if not one others strive to be, because they never stop working at their relationship. They never stop trying. They never stop loving each other. They fall in love with each other every day, from the moment they wake up, and it’s not like they stop being in love with each other when they go to sleep, it’s just…they wake up and take in everything they love about the other and it feels like falling in love all over again. 

I just love them being so damn sure about each other and being a little like Mondler - one of the few couples that never breaks up. (and don’t get me wrong, I love a break up and getting back together fic for them as much as the next person, but I also love to imagine them this way too. I love to imagine their relationship in so many ways.) 

I just love Sterek so so much. 

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I wish you knew that I’ll never forget you as long as I live. I promise that you’ll never be lonely as long as I live, because no matter which way you choose to go I am going to be there and I will stand back and watch you shine. You light up my life and I wish you knew that even when we’ll never meet, I am here and I love you more than anything else in this world, nothing can stop me from doing it. Never be afraid of the media again because I am going to shut them down before they can hurt you, you only deserve happiness. I owe my life to you and I am going to take care of myself because I know you would want me to. Thank you for everything.
—  a few things I wish Taylor would know

“Father. I would have butchered the whole world… if you would only love me!”

 “And one night he sat down with one of them and he looked at her and he said, “Tell me what you’ve been doing busy little bee or I shall strike down those dearest to you. You shall watch as I bathe in their blood.” And the emperor was heartbroken. The little bee had wounded him more deeply than anyone else could ever have done. And what do you think happened then, Lucius?…The little bee told him everything.” 

“And you will love me as I loved you. You will provide me with an heir of pure blood, so that Commodus and his progeny will rule for a thousand years. Am I not merciful?”