i made you the thing mom!!!

i would’ve killed to have a parent that actually bothered to understand the bare basics of my interests… my mom would always say shit like, “i don’t know anything about video games. i don’t like them. you know that.” whenever i asked her to play with me, get mad at me for asking, get mad at me for gushing about them when all she’d do was tune it out.

so i stopped asking! i stopped wanting to do things with her! she only ever did things with me when it was something she liked and made ME get into so she could feel good about herself!

if my mom had ever once sat down, sucked at video games, but spent time with me… it would’ve meant the world to me! if she ever noticed what books i was reading and asked me about them, anything more than surface-level, maybe i would’ve actually felt okay with telling her how i felt about the things that upset me when she asked! she’d get pissed at me for not telling her what was bothering me when she never gave me a reason to think she’d ever listen or take it to heart! obviously it’s a lot more complicated and she was violently abusive in other ways too so i didn’t trust her but that was definitely a foundation.

Here it is!

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anonymous asked:

I don't get why JWs making a big deal of fantasy in general. My mom who is a JW saw a drawing of a anthro goat wearing black that was shooting lightning on a art blog I was looking at and freak out about it(it look like a witch to her). I told her that it just a drawing that someone made and she said ""satan is cunning and I have to study with you."" I always get fucking annoyed by that, it is the thing that if you say demons in shows are fictional therefore god is not real by JW logic???

Okay you lost me at that last sentence there but yeah JWs way overreact about fantasy as a whole. Which is a shame, I always used to be interested in it as a child but I couldn’t pursue that interest too much because so much of fantasy revolves around magic. And you know, kids should be allowed to believe in magic for a little while

I’m doing Garnet +4 other gems, she’s the most done so far! : ]

Ahh, not so fast 🏃🏻 Morty. You heard your mom👩🏼, we’ve got adventures 🔥to go ➡️on 😩👌Morty. Just you☝️ and me✌️🤞and sometimes your sister👱‍♀️🤳, and sometimes your mom👩🏼 but NEVER 🙅‍♂️🚫your dad🙎‍♂️!You wanna know why ⁉️❓Morty? Because he 🚫CROSSED ❌😡me. oh it gets 🌚darker🌌🌃 Morty… Welcome 👽to the darkest😭🌚 year 🗓of our👨‍👦 adventures. First 1️⃣☝️thing that’s different, no 🚫🙅‍♂️more dad 🙎‍♂️❌Morty. He 💢threatened 👀👎to turn me 🤦‍♂️in to the 😓government, so I made him💩 and the government🏛 go away🖕🏼💃🏽… I repla-burp-ced them both 🙎‍♂️🏛as the defacto-patriarch 💁‍♂️of your family👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, AND your universe💫☄️. Your mom 👩🏼wouldn’t❌ have accepted ✅me if I came home 🏠without you 👲and your sister👱‍♀️. So now you know the REAL 💯👌👌reason I rescued you. I JUST TOOK OVER THE FAMILY 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦MORTY! 🗣🗣🗣And if you tell your mom 👩🏼or sister 👱‍♀️I said any of this, I’ll🚫 DENY 🙅‍♂️👌🏽it. And they’ll take my side, 😁🤗because I’m a hero😝, Morty. And now you’re 🤡gonna have to do whatever👁 I say🗣👄,Morty, FOREVER‼️A-and I-I’ll go ➡️➡️out and find 🔎some more of that 👅Mulan🍥🍜, Szechuan 🤤💦Teriyaki🍗 dipping sauce🍶, Morty. Because that’s, 👉👉that’s what this 🙏is all about ✊️Morty‼️‼️Th-that’s my one ☝️arm 🤳🤙man🕴🏽. I’m not 🚫driven🚘 by avenging my dead💀 family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Morty, that was 🙅‍♂️FAKE!!‼️I-I’m driven 🚗by finding🔭🔬 that, 🍗McNugget😩👌🏽💦 Sauce. I want that Mulan🍜 McNugget🍗💦 Sauce, Morty. That’s my series 🎬arc 🌈Morty! If it takes 9️⃣seasons, I WANT MY MCNUGGET 🍗DIPPING, 👅SAUCE SZECHUAN 🤤SAUCE 🗣🗣💦MORTY! TH-THAT’S 👉WHAT’S GONNA 👏👏👏TAKE US, ALL THE WAY TO THE 🔚 MORTY! SEASON, 9️⃣ MORE SEASONS MORTY! 9️⃣ MORE SEASONS 👏👏UNTIL I GET THAT DIPPING 💦💦👅SZECHUAN SAUCE! FOR 9️⃣7️⃣MORE YEARS MORTY! I WANT 💯💯THAT MCNUGGET 🍗🍗🍗SAUCE MORTY!!!

How To Work With Hounds

Originally posted by kimiko24

Misconceptions 

1) HOUNDS ARE NOT STUPID

2) YOU ARE NOT THEIR “MASTER

3) THEY HAVE FEELINGS

4) THEY ARE NOT PETS DAMN IT

Types of Hounds

  • Hellhounds: A demonic hound; ‘darker arts’; very good for beginners; can shift to a more human form (may or may not depending on their personal preference); Many varieties (Cerberus, Orthrus, Icarus, Rogue, Etc)
  • Heavenhounds: Angelic Hounds; ‘lighter arts’; has wings; can shift into a humanoid form if desired; takes on different types of dogs; can be good for beginners
  • Cu Sidhe (Irish)  / Cu Sith (Scottish): Faery Hounds; normally green, brown, or white; Appears normally as either an Irish Wolfhound, a Wolf, or a Greyhound; Beginners be cautious but not like, paranoid
  • Cwn Annwn: The Hounds of The Celtic God Arawn ; Grey; DO NOT CONTACT UNLESS YOU WORK WITH ARAWN / WANT TO WORK WITH HIM
  • Grim: Hounds of Death; Guardians; ‘darker arts’; Very Territorial; Intermediate
  • Black Shuck: The Black Dogs of Folklore; Super Sweet; So Nice; Good for Beginners
  • Gwyllgi: Welsh; ‘Dark Arts’; 50/50 shot; Caution; Intermediate+; Appear as a black dog or a mastiff
  • Barghest: Large Dog; Sharp claws, Toxic Teeth; Actually Really Nice; ‘Dark arts’; Intermediate
  • Madrai Dryads: Hounds who live in trees; My personal discovery; Brown with green eyes; leave trails of dirt where they walk; info post soon; sweet but shy; beginner friendly
  • Werewolves: Humanoid Shifters; Shift either at will or with the moon phases/extreme anger; man buns for dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyys; beginner friendly sometimes, use caution
  • Familiars: Spirits of animals passed on; very chill; I would recommend these for anyone. {I have a wolf I got from a shop and she is the sweetest thing ever <3 )
  • Celestial Hounds: The Hounds of The Stars; Very spacey; They glow; harder to contact

How To Bond

  • Spend time with them and their vessel
  • Talk to them
  • Do fun things with them
  • Draw them
  • Give Them Food
  • Cuddle
  • Etc

Things That Help (No Seriously, I Wish I Would Have Been Told This Stuff)

1) Get A Damn Pendulum, this is the easiest way to communicate with any spirit, is user friendly, and very inconspicuous

2) Be patient. Do not fucking get mad when they mess up, explain why thats not ok or how it should be done

3) Set house rules, but don’t be a dictator about it

4) Develop a Mom™ Voice (I mean this in a gender neutral way, but you know that voice that your mom used that made you feel compelled to do what she asked or tell her what she wanted to know? Yeah, develop one of those. Its helped me so many times its not even funny. (it actually is kinda funny tbh)

5) Vessels aren’t supposed to be an uncomfortable trap for your companion, its supposed to make it easier to feel them and connect with them. Ask to make sure their binding (if they have one) doesn’t hurt them. If it does contact the shop you got them from, break the binding you did, or have someone else (like me) break the binding and redo it. (IF YOU GOT THEM FROM A SHOP PLEASE CONTACT THAT SHOP FIRST, I don’t like stepping on other peoples work unless they refuse to help, EVERY SHOP SHOULD / WILL WANT TO KNOW IF THEIR BINDING IS INFLICTING PAIN.)


If you need help contacting any of the above mentioned spirits, please message me and I would be glad to help you 

when cutting onions:

-noct cries and complains about the fact that he’s crying
-prompto cries onto the actual onion
-gladio tears up and asks iggy why he’s doing this when literally anyone else could instead
-iggy doesn’t tear up because he’s a fucking beast

How season 3 will probably go
  • Eclipsa: Ahh, not so fast Star. You heard your mom, we’ve got adventures to go on Star. Just you and me, and sometimes Marco, and sometimes your dad, but NEVER your mom! You wanna know why Star? Because she CROSSED me.
  • Star: OK, take it easy, Eclipsa! Th-that's dark.
  • Eclipsa: Oh it gets darker Star... Welcome to the darkest year of your adventures. First thing that’s different, no more mom, Star. She threatened to turn me in to the magical high commission, so I made her and the commission go away...
  • Star: Ohhh fuck...
  • Eclipsa: I replaced them both as the defacto-matriarch of your family, AND your kingdom.
  • Star: Oh man...
  • Eclipsa: Mewni wouldn’t have accepted me if I came home without you. So now you know the REAL reason I rescued you.
  • Star: Ohhhh-woah...
  • Eclipsa: I JUST TOOK OVER THE KINGDOM STAR!
  • Star: Oh man.
  • Eclipsa: And if you tell your dad or your people I said any of this, I’ll DENY it. And they’ll take my side, because I’m a hero, Star. And now you’re gonna have to do whatever I say, Star, FOREVER! A-and I-I’ll go out and find some more of those B4 Snookers chocolate bars, Star.
  • Star: Wh-what are you talking about?
  • Ecliipsa: Because that’s, that's what this is all about Star!
  • Star: B4?
  • Eclipsa: Th-that’s my one arm man. I’m not driven by avenging my dead mom, Star, that was FAKE! I-I’m driven by finding those Snookers bars.
  • Star: Snookers?
  • Eclipsa: I want those Snookers bars, Star. That's my series arc, Star!
  • Star: What the hell?
  • Eclipsa: If it takes 9 seasons, I WANT MY B4 SNOOKERS CHOCOLATE BARS STAR!
  • Star: What are you talking about, Eclipsa?!
  • Eclipsa: TH-THAT’S WHAT'S GONNA TAKE US, ALL THE WAY TO THE END, STAR! SEASON, 9 MORE SEASONS, STAR! 9 MORE SEASONS UNTIL I GET THOSE SNOOKERS CHOCOLATE BARS!
  • Star: What is that?!
  • Ecliipsa: FOR 97 MORE YEARS, STAR! I WANT THOSE CHOCOLATE BARS, STAR!
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Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles. 

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i love you - boyfriend!tom

Summary: You and Tom say “I love you” for the first time.

Tom had known he loved you for a little while. It had really solidified for him several weeks earlier, a week after he’d met your parents. He’d had a rough work week in LA, and had planned to visit you for the weekend, but wasn’t sure he was up to it come Friday morning.

So with a bit of reluctance, Tom flew out as planned and found himself knocking on your apartment door, excited to see you, but tired and grumpy all the same.

When you opened the door, you gave him a sympathetic smile and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said, pressing a kiss just below his ear.

He dropped his bag in the living room and returned with you to the kitchen, where several pots and pans were resting on the stovetop. Spoons, measuring cups, and spices were scattered across the counter next to a printed recipe.

“What are you making?” he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stirred.

“That thing your mom always makes, that you made me when I was sick last month? I thought it’d be nice to come back to.”

He quirked a smile at that, genuinely taken aback by your thoughtfulness, and lifted his head to press a kiss to your temple. “I’m gonna go change,” he said, grabbing his bag and taking it to your bedroom.

He came back a minute later shirtless and in gray sweatpants, stretching out on your couch. “Mmm, I forgot how comfy your couch is,” he called over his shoulder to where you were in the kitchen.

You quickly wiped your hands on a dish towel before strolling into the living room and plopping down next to him. You snuggled into his side as he lazily scrolled through his Instagram feed with squinty tired eyes. After a few minutes you spoke. “So…you had a really long week?”

He sighed, dropping his phone on the coffee table and wrapping his arm around you. “Yeah. Lots of paps. Everywhere, all the time. And then my manager’s been calling me nonstop about a new deal we’re negotiating. I didn’t really get any sleep.  I just feel drained.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Hopefully you’ll catch up on some sleep this weekend.”

He nodded his head, running his fingers up and down your back. “How has your week been?”

“Eh, y’know-”, you were about to respond when a loud alarm sounded from the kitchen. You sat up startled.

“Wha-”

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed, racing into your smoky kitchen to pull your burning lemon sage chicken out from the oven.

Tom came running in behind you, assessing the situation, before grabbing your discarded dish towel to fan the smoke away from the alarm. You threw the burnt chicken on top of the counter, shutting the oven with a huff before grabbing another dish towel from the drawer to help Tom fan the smoke alarm.

Tom looked over to your frazzled state and frustrated expression. Your hair was sticking up in all different directions, you shirt was covered in splattered lemon sage sauce, and your cheeks were flushed red both from the heat and embarrassment. Tom couldn’t help but smile, and it dawned on him that he was crazy for even questioning whether he wanted to spend his weekend next to you.

“What’s so funny?” you questioned when you noticed Tom staring at you, giggling, and cracking his first real smile that night.

“Nothing, I just.. I -”

I love you, he thought to himself.


He’d kept it to himself that night. He hadn’t wanted to scare you off, or ruin what you guys had. But as time went on, he found himself thinking it more and more often, and getting closer to letting it slip out.

A few weeks passed and another weekend scheduled for you to visit Tom on his press tour rolled around. It was late and the two of you were fooling around in his hotel room.

You were straddling Tom on his bed, and he was extra eager, as it’d been a couple weeks since you’d been together. He roughly pulled your shirt over your head before reattaching his lips to yours. He reached around your back to unclip your bra, but got thrown off by your new clasp-less lacy bralette. Frustrated, he tugged too hard and ripped it down the back.

“Tom!” you laughed, pulling away from him in surprise.

His jaw dropped a little. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that. I’ll get you a new one, I promise. I am so sorry.” He chuckled at the stunned look on your face, making you laugh harder.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. “I still love you.” You paused for a second, realizing what you’d just said, and quickly pressed your lips back to his in a panic thinking, Dear god I hope he somehow didn’t just hear that.

He gripped your waist but pulled his mouth away from yours, certain he’d heard the words he’d craved for weeks. “What’d you just say?”

“Nothing,” you said, moving his hands up to your breasts in an effort to distract him and leaning in to kiss him again.

After briefly allowing your lips to press to his, he pulled away again, flipping you over and pinning your hands down on either side of your head.

“Tell me again,” he said with a smile.

“Hmm?” You scrunched your forehead still trying to deny what you’d confessed.

“Tell me again,” he teased, kissing your jaw, “that you love me.”

“Did I say that?” you teased back, wiggling your body in attempt to break free from his grasp.

“Mhmm,” he smiled into your neck before pulling back to look at you and releasing your wrists.

You sighed in defeat, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I guess I did….because I do. I love you.”

He grazed his upturned lips against yours. “Good. Because I love you too.”

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highly highly highly requested. we’re squealing.

xoxo, L & A

11x18 v 13x02

So these are both Bucklemming episodes, these “heart v head” scenes are intentionally contrasted, it’s fantastic. Kudos really. I don’t want to, but I’ll give them the kudos here.

Good Ideas v Bad Ideas. Heart choice v Head choice.

11x18:

- Dean might be emotionally compromised over Cas? Never!

- Sam: but Cas might be our only shot at defeating Lucifer! He’s more emotionally removed from Cas and he wants to focus on defeating Lucifer because of his own issues and motives. Cas/Jack are a way to potentially get what he is focusing on. He is not emotionally removed from everything and logical. His emotional focus is just elsewhere and he frames it as him being more logical and Dean being more emotional because of the immediacy of the conversation.

Originally posted by thefanaticallife

Sam claims Dean is making the heart choice whilst he is the poster boy for the head choice. But his choice is also from the heart, it’s just different and less obvious because it’s more internal, about himself, and it also aligns with a general big picture view, whereas Dean’s is more obviously open worry about Cas first and foremost.

The key thing here is that before they start arguing both Dean and Sam are 100% on the same page versus Crowley. They both agree that they need Lucifer to take out Amara. 

HOWEVER that is where it ends. Why? Cas.

Sam: “DEAN’S RIGHT. Priority is to set the horn of Amara into Lucifer’s hands to take out Amara”.
Dean, nodding: “After we exorcise Lucifer out of Cas and put him into a new vessel.”
Sam (now the conflict arises): “What? Really?”
Dean: “Yes really, I’m not gonna send Lucifer into battle inside of Cas, what if he doesn’t make it?”
Sam: “Dean, it’s a strong vessel, it’s held Cas for years and we know what he’s been through, I’m guessing it can hold Lucifer”.
Dean: “It’s not an IT, Sam, it’s Cas!”

This is the only thing where their priority is not the same in this whole narrative, as emphasised by this conversation where they start off 100% on the same page, using worlds like “Dean’s Right” and “Priority” then shifting completely into an argument about CAS.

Cas IS what Dean is focusing on, Cas IS Dean’s motivation. Sam is focusing on something else, his motivation is to defeat Lucifer and Cas comes second to this (Lucifer is key to his own story). 

Sam: Defeating Lucifer comes first to saving Cas.
Dean: Defeating Lucifer comes second to saving Cas. 

Dean’s focus is to get Cas back, then defeat Lucifer and Sam’s is to end Lucifer regardless of Cas. Yes he wants to do this to save the world but it’s also so he can forgive himself for everything he’s ever done regarding Lucifer, the demon blood arc, letting him out in s4, everything. His motivations aren’t 100% selfless even if they are good, he needs to do this for the world but for himself too. 

Their motivations are not the same so their focus is not the same. Neither is emotionally removed and neither is 100% right or wrong.

13x02: I can’t gif it so here’s some screen caps:

The first shot it of Jack (in Cas’ spot, sleeping in precisely the same place Cas did the one time Dean watched him do it and commented on it. Cas again is all over this scene. Not to make a point of it really as Cas is all over every scene in 13x01-02 and particularly scenes with Dean but yeah, they made it clear again). 

Sam: “Look, losing mom and Cas, it’s a lot to process Dean, especially on no sleep and the kid”.
Dean: “The kid? Come on man you know how this plays out, when we try to bend the rules, pretend that the bad guys aren’t that bad or that things will get fixed, thats when people that we care about get hurt. Then we end up doing what we should have done in the first place which is end the problem. So this time let’s start with the obvious. As soon as i find a way to take care of … it”.
Sam: “Dean, the problem might be our only shot at saving mom”.
Dean: “Moms gone. There’s no fixing that”.

Bucklemming purposefully mirrored this conversation with the whole “IT” thing and making Dean pause before saying it for emphasis.

So Sam is emotionally removed from the Cas situation and apparently focusing on the bigger picture. However he is completely emotionally compromised about Jack specifically because his motivation to save Jack and him not be evil is a reflection of himself. This is the same as his motivation of self forgiveness re: Lucifer in 11x18. 

Neither is 100% right or wrong in either scene, it’s just all about showing their individual focus and how they come to a loggerheads sometimes because they are different people with different motivations and priorities.

Later Sam tells Dean (and us) he thinks they’ve been this far down before, thinks they have experienced this before. Thinks they are experiencing this in the same way.

Sam keeps using “we” to describe their feelings. But this is just not accurate. He and Dean are not experiencing this in the same way. Sam keeps talking about Mom then Cas then Jack. Dean is heart wrenchingly focused on Cas then Mom then Jack, that was clear all throughout 13x01. They are not in the same place here, they are not experiencing the losses in the same way. 

Dean is right. They are not on the same page.

At all.

I am 100% done with the discourse about who is right and wrong in 13x02. Neither is. They are both human and making their own choices, they both have their own motivations which are GOOD even if they don’t always make the right choices and sometimes make mistakes. Neither is 100% a perfect cinnamon roll whilst the other is a mean nastie poopooh head. They are human, they have their own stories, motivations and choices to make and just because sometimes they’re not 100% right doesn’t make them bad people worthy of vilification. 

That is the key message of the show!

Dean and Sam are not the same, they are not one coherent ball of “Winchester”. They are their own individual people with their own individual motivations, making their own choices and with their own individual endgames. 

Even if they are close, living/working together every day, generally having the same, best intentions for the world and the big picture, they are still their own separate people with their separate wants and needs and lives and I am so here for that.

I headcanon that when lucien was too young to dress himself, damien would dress him in all these over the top victorian clothes and he would take so many pictures of him and he would literally show those pictures to like everyone that gave him the chance 

thankfully he stopped when he realized how badly it was affecting lucien’s reputation

8

Do you ever wonder… what if you’d done things differently? What if you had made different choices? Everyday, I wonder… what if I’d left Riverdale with my mom? Would things be…? Would I be better off?

I can’t answer that, Archie, but we wouldn’t have met… and that would’ve been a tragedy of epic proportions requested by @creame234loveme

Sick love

Word count: 1.722

Request: Yes

Warnings: Too much loving


“My head is pounding”, you whined and you swore it was like ten axes were inside your skull and wanted you dead in a matter of seconds. It was the worst headache you’ve ever had and you didn’t have the slightest idea why it was like that. You weren’t hangover. On the contrary, you had a blissful night in with your boyfriend, and nothing peculiar had happened for you to feel that way. So, this situation only left you with unanswered questions.

“Still bad?”, your sister asked you and you flinched at the volume of her voice. She was speaking naturally, but your headache made it feel like she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Please keep your voice down, you are killing me”, you said and your sister got up to touch your forehead. With that simple gesture she had her answers.

“Well, it looks like you are coming down with a cold Y/N”, she said seriously and you shivered. You hated being sick and that was the last thing you wanted. It was still summer and you would spend your days drinking that prescribed syrup along with eating those disgusting soups. Apart from that, you didn’t want to force Harry to stay in with you. He would like to go out or have a nice time at the park but he would have to take care of nauseas and fevers. It was just unfair for him.

“No this can’t be happening”, you complained and your sister placed her hands on her hips. She was trying not to laugh at your state but she didn’t do a good job at hiding it. She burst out giggling and you threw a cushion at her, hitting her directly at the head.

“I guarantee you it hurt”, your sister ironically said and she went to the kitchen. She had to leave in some minutes but she couldn’t leave you behind like that all alone. So she phoned Harry.

“Harry speakin’, who’s this?”, he said through the speaker and your sister whispered.

“Hi Harry, it’s me, Y/S/N. Just wanted to let you know that Y/N might be coming down with a cold. She already has a fever and-“, she was interrupted by you screaming that you wanted to vomit and she corrected her previous sentence.

“Scratch that. She has a fever and she has started vomiting already. I have to go in some minutes so I thought I needed to fill you in”, your sister finished and she heard shuffling at the other end of the line.

“Be right there in five. Try to calm her a bit yeah? Thank yeh Y/S/N”, he said and hung up. Your sister came into the bathroom, where you were brushing your teeth, to get rid of the ugly taste.

“Thank God mom is not here”, your sister joked and your eyes widened at her statement. Your mom overreacted over the simplest of things. When you or your sister were ill, she would just call the doctor every single hour to inform him of your condition and she made sure you had all the medicine you needed. You appreciated her caring, but it would be too much sometimes.

“Don’t even joke about it. It is unhealthy”, you wiped your mouth with the towel and followed your sister in the living room where you both sat down on the couch.

“Y/N, I really need to go. Jason wants to go pick up a gift for his mother’s birthday and I can’t miss it. Promise me you won’t go around spilling soup”, she pleaded and you flipped her off.

“I will be dead in a matter of hours so no soup is going to be all over the place”, you answered and your sister sighed. You had the tendency to overreact when you were sick and no one could handle that. Your sister included.

“Okay I am going to start preparing your funeral then”, and that had always been her answer since day one. You and your sister had a weird kind of relationship. You would go on and compliment each other but you would flip each other off whereas when you would offend each other you would hug and bro fist one another. People were always confused.

“Say hi to Jason”, you tried to say before rushing to the bathroom to empty your stomach for the second time that day.

“Be sure I will”, your sister said more to herself than to you and got into her car, ready to go meet her boyfriend. Speaking of a boyfriend, Harry was on his way and he had tried to contact you but you hadn’t used your phone that day meaning it was still turned off. When he stepped foot in the house, he stopped himself from calling your name when he saw you curled up on the sofa, tissues all over you and your restless face giving away your exhaustion and pain.

“Meh poor girl”, he said and kicked off his shoes before making his way to you. You had grabbed a blanket from your room and had it wrapped around you. You were practically like a sneezing ball. Your head perked up at the sound of the door opening and closing and when you saw Harry, you snuggled closer to the blanket.

“Don’t get closer Harry, you will be sick too”, you cried out, but your voice came out muffled because of the blanket. Harry kept coming towards you nonetheless and he kneeled in front of you.

“This isn’t gonna stop meh love. How many times have yeh run to the bathroom?”, he softly asked you and you melted at his voice. He was trying to soothe you and it worked pretty well.

“Twice so far. But there’s more coming I tell you”, you said and leaned your head backwards. You wanted to sleep and Harry quite caught that.

“Okay tell yeh what. I will go upstairs and ran yeh a bath. Yeh will relax and I will call the doctor to tell meh what to do with meh sick girl. Sounds okay?”, he said and he picked you up bridal style. You found the opportunity to lean against his warm chest and breathe in his scent. You could stay there, in his arms, for an eternity and there was no lie in this statement.

When you entered your bedroom, he gently placed you on the bed, and he disappeared in the bathroom to set the right temperature for your bath. You placed your head on your pillow and sleep started taking over when Harry reappeared from inside the bathroom and scooped you up.

“No sleep yet baby. Your bath is waitin’ fo’ yeh”, he said and placed you in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeh go in there and treat yourself whereas I talk to the doctor alright?”, he turned to leave but you stopped him. You knew it would be better if he was there to take care of you. He always did. And he was so good at it.

“Mind if I change the plans a bit?”, you innocently asked and Harry grinned.

“Tell meh babygirl”, he indicated for you to go on.

“Why don’t you take a shower with me? If there’s someone who can calm me, that’s you Harry”, you spoke and you were truthful. There was no dirty intention in your proposal. You just wanted to relax with your boyfriend.

“Thought yeh never ask”, he said and slowly took your clothes off, caressing the exposed skin he could find ever so softly, careful not make you feel any more pain. He took his clothes off as well, and got into the bathtub after you. You sat between his legs and he stated kissing your back and neck, in a soothing manner, knowing you would feel slightly better. And he was right. The water was perfect and Harry tried his best to take your mind of off your sickness. He grabbed the shampoo and started massaging your scalp in an attempt to calm you.

“Just what I needed. Thank you so much love”, you said and closed your eyes, cherishing the feeling of Harry’s massaging skills. You started scrubbing your body and Harry snatched the sponge from your hands.

“Nah ah. I will take care of yeh baby. Don’t yeh worry”, he said, kissing your shoulder before he replaced some gel on the sponge. The water was running by now, and you were lost in the purity of the moment. Harry always wanted to make you feel good and he always said it was like a repayment for what you had done for him all along. After some time, he water had run cold so he took hold of your towel before wrapping it lovingly around your tired frame before he did the same with his towel on him.

“Time fo’ pyjamas babe”, he smiled lazily and he moved towards the closet, grabbing an old T-shirt of his and your favourite bottoms with little bears imprinted on them. You had worn your undergarments already and you were waiting for your pyjamas to be passed to you but Harry had other plans.

“Let meh”, he stroked your arms, while he placed your arms in front of you and put the shirt on you. He then, stroked your thighs and legs gently, like you were going to disappear or like you were the most fragile thing in the entire world. He made you feel loved. There was no denying in that. When he was done, he kissed you passionately but you distanced yourself.

“Harry, I am sick!”, you said and he smiled.

“Did that stop meh back in the shower? Don’t mind meh love. I am not that sensitive like yeh are”, he said and you tugged at his shirt.

“If that’s the case, cuddle me then”, you said and yawned. Harry placed himself on the bed and you hugged him tightly, while he played with your hair; just like you preferred it.

“I love you Harry”, you suddenly said and Harry smiled in your hair.

“I love meh sick girl too”.

And just like that, you fell asleep, feeling secure in his embrace and wishing that you could freeze time and stay like that for what seemed like forever; in each others’ loving arms.


Ugh guys, this is so sweet. Where has Harry been all the times I was ill? Before I drag my whining ass away, let me thank that person for requesting this and making me die in the most gentle way possible. Requests are still open and I am waiting for your crazy ideas people! (P.S. Harry is treating us so well lately I can’t bear it!)

A Plethora of Dates With Peter Parker...

The Movie Theater 

  • Peter always taking you out to see the newest Sci-Fi films and definitely the newest Star Wars (but it’s his second time seeing it, since he promised Ned he would always see it with him first)
  • “Peter, can I please see Star Wars again in the theaters with you and [Y/N]?
  • “No, Ned! It’s a date… between two people only!”
  • “But it’s my favorite!”
  • “Ned, you say that about every Star Wars movie!”
  • Always finishing the popcorn before or during the previews
  • Peter constantly making sure you are comfortable and have the best seat in the house (this means getting to Star Wars showings at least an hour early)
  • “Are you cold? Do you want my jacket? Can you see the screen okay?”
  • “The man in front of us has a giant hat on, and I can’t see over it!”
  • “Excuse me, sir. Do you mind taking your hat off? My girlfr- NED! What are you doing here?”
  • “Hi, guys! How’s your dateeee?”
  • Finally giving in and letting Ned sit next to you during Star Wars (Peter and Ned regularly looking over at you for your reaction to their favorite scenes)
  • NEVER doing anything naughty in the theaters because you both want to respect the actors, directors, and all the hard work put into the film PLUS you wouldn’t want to miss anything important!
  • However, you often hold Peter’s hand or lay your head on his shoulder (or vice versa)
  • Peter shout-whispering to you when something awesome happens in the film
  • “Aw, man! Did you see that? That was so cool!”
  • Occasionally watching Peter instead of the movie. The look of pure amusement and enlightenment on his face. Adorable.
  • After the movie, you set aside a half an hour (or an hour for Star Wars) to have long discussions about your favorite parts, the science, the filming, the music, or how the film made you question the meaning of life
  • “Babe, that movie was amazing! My mind is officially blown. We should go to my apartment right now and try to creat-”
  • Always Every once in awhile you have to kiss him to prevent him from rambling on about the movie too much

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The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)

Director - Stephen Chbosky, Cinematography - Andrew Dunn

“I don’t know if I will have the time to write any more letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about or know someone who’s gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.”