i should have treated you better

the weirdest thing about a lot of the common criticisms of millennials i see is that they all seem to boil down to:

you are soft. you believe the world should be kind. you expect people to treat you fairly. you think your needs are important, that you deserve to be listened to, that you shouldn’t be hungry and frightened and in pain. 

and people are seriously SO OFFENDED by this. like, how dare you. how dare you believe the world might be a good place, how dare you believe you should be treated well just for existing. life is pain, princess, anyone who tells you different is selling something, now wipe that smile off your face, shut your mouth and go suffer like i did.

and it’s just like… i have a kid. if she grows up expecting better treatment than i experienced as a young woman, i’m doing my job. i know the world isn’t perfect, but random cruelty isn’t something we should just shrug our shoulders and accept, and it’s so fucking weird how angry people get at youngsters who refuse to do just that.

I think we need to normalize the idea of marrying friends. I don’t mean in a “the best romantic relationships come from the best friendships” type way, though I do believe that’s true. I mean in a “I have zero romantic feelings for you, but I would totally spend the rest of my life committed to a future where you are my primary partner and maybe even raise a family together” type way.

Like, I don’t think it should be an aromantic-exclusive option, or a plan B when you and your best friend are still single at 40 and want to take yourselves out of the dating market.

I’ve heard it mostly as that backup plan, that “if I don’t find anyone, I’ll just marry Trish haha”, and I don’t think that’s even what I’m talking about normalizing. That’s a secondary outcome, seen as “giving up” on finding “real love”, and even if a pair of friends go for it, it’s plagued with this general feeling of “sub par”.

What I mean is that marrying a best friend (or having a committed intimate or emotional platonic relationship) should be seen as just as worth doing as marrying someone you’re in love with. It should be normal for teenagers to try as many committed friendships as they do romantic relationships. It should be normal for someone to say “this is my best friend and if everything works out, maybe we’ll move in together later” or “Trish and I have been roommates for two years now. We’re considering adopting soon, or Trish might carry a child!”

And as an aromantic person, it shouldn’t be strange for me to say “I prefer friendship to romance”. People should hear that and nod their heads like “that’s understandable. John feels the same.”

Hell, I see so many people expressing that they prefer their friends’ company to their romantic partner’s. “My friends understand me better and I think treat me better” and they’re expected to go home to this person, to marry and have kids with this person. It’s bizarre to me. Your platonic feelings for your friend aren’t inferior to your romantic feelings for your boyfriend, and if one of them treats you better than the other, I think you should probably rethink which one is your primary partner.

I also find it strange that it’s not more common in poly spaces for a friend to be considered a legitimate “partner”. In a world where friendships were just as likely to bloom into life partnerships as romantic relationships, I think polyamory would be much more commonplace. “I committed to Josephine about a year ago and now we own a home, but I fell in love with Joe about six months ago and we’re all trying to make it work.” Josephine shouldn’t have to worry about her partner leaving her for Joe just because their bond is romantic and therefore the “sensible” relationship to choose over the other.

I’m just ranting at this point, but I reiterate: committed friendships should not be seen as strange and “sad”, but as a legitimate option for a lifetime commitment. Not just for aromantics like myself, but for everyone. It should just be normal.

And not to be presumptuous, but I don’t think I’m alone in this thinking

Slytherin house.

One thing I absolutely cannot forgive J.K. Rowling for is how Slytherins were treated in the end. Not one Slytherin was given the benefit of the doubt. I’ll always think the scene where Professor Mcgonagall sends the entire Slytherin house away should have gone differently.

We deserved better. Slytherin deserved that chance of redemption. But no, apparently Pansy Parkinson is the Slytherin spokesperson.

How brilliant would it have been? To have a group of Slytherins stand still and say “No, we’re not moving, we’re fighting as well. This is our school too.” and have Minerva look at them sympathetically, asking “Do you know who you’ll be fighting against?” ‘possibly your relatives’ left hanging in the air. The group of Slytherins nod fiercely and join the battle.

Give me scared Slytherins that know they have to do the right thing. Give me Slytherins jumping infront of Harry when he’s running the corridors to shield him. Give me Slytherins buying their classmates more time. Give me Slytherins shakily, but bravely raising their wands and attacking.

a hundred random starters 

below are starters based on/inspired by various sources. change the genders as you see fit ;)

  • ❝ why do you keep lying to me? ❞
  • ❝ have you ever considered the idea that maybe, this world doesn’t revolve around you & your problems? ❞
  • ❝ love is love is love is love. ❞
  • ❝ marriage is an absurd arrangement. one is sold as a fifteen-year-old child and makes a vow one does not understand and then regrets for thirty years or more, and which one can never undo again. ❞
  • ❝ why are you crying this time? ❞
  • ❝ you will never escape. ❞
  • ❝ this isn’t what I wanted! ❞
  • ❝ everything has its consequences. ❞
  • ❝ this face bears the mission of heaven. ❞
  • ❝ no, you shall dismantle the house of lies, but build the temple of the divine. ❞
  • ❝ one copper coin for a bowl of noodles! ❞
  • ❝ that one has the heart of a lion. ❞
  • ❝ I needed to be summoned. ❞
  • ❝ there’s no reason for this hostility! I come in peace. ❞
  • ❝ they died screaming. ❞
  • ❝ why fight anymore? what’s the point of fighting against destiny? ❞
  • ❝ how long have you known? ❞
  • ❝ I can only speak for myself. ❞
  • ❝ the law can be changed. ❞
  • ❝ are you sure you’re not pregnant? ❞
  • ❝ your child is adorable! ❞
  • ❝ you gave him a riddle for his birthday? ❞
  • ❝ you have no fucking right to treat me this way. ❞
  • ❝ your ambition blinds you. ❞
  • ❝ he adores you. ❞
  • ❝ I feel like I should be shocked that you two had sex there, but I’m not anymore. ❞
  • ❝ she’s going to kill you. ❞
  • ❝ have you ever tried the cakes? they’re actually quite delicious. ❞
  • ❝ you’ll need to be punished. ❞
  • ❝ you should learn to lie better. ❞
  • ❝ sometimes I wonder if you’re real. ❞
  • ❝ I will take back what is mine & kill anyone who stands in my way. ❞
  • ❝ then kill me. ❞
  • ❝ there’s no such thing as love. there is only lust. ❞
  • ❝ you’re selfish. you never think about anyone but yourself. ❞
  • ❝ i’m sorry, but they’re gone. ❞
  • ❝ death is just another adventure. ❞
  • ❝ stop! ❞
  • ❝ let them watch. ❞
  • ❝ you have no shame, do you? ❞
  • ❝ I can’t believe we’re talking about this right now. ❞
  • ❝ I need advice. sex advice. ❞
  • ❝ alright, tell me the truth, is he good in bed? ❞
  • ❝ she is the best thing in my life. ❞
  • ❝ you love him? ❞
  • ❝ do you love me at all? ❞
  • ❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞
  • ❝ please, you have to believe me. I didn’t kill anyone! ❞
  • ❝ history is written by the victorious. ❞
  • ❝ at least she has a heart! you have none. ❞
  • ❝ isn’t it more important that they told you? ❞
  • ❝ the king is displeased. ❞
  • ❝ long live your majesty! ❞
  • ❝ can you stop talking for just one moment & listen to me? ❞
  • ❝ no matter how hard I try, they just won’t stay dead. ❞
  • ❝ he’s a gold digger. he’ll screw anyone & marry them as long as they have money. ❞
  • ❝ o! how sweet love must be! ❞
  • ❝ do you really think that? ❞
  • ❝ quick, you need to hide before they see you! ❞
  • ❝ you taught me to never trust anyone. ❞
  • ❝ this is extreme, even for you. ❞
  • ❝ you guys were pretty loud last night. I guess it was good? ❞
  • ❝ that wasn’t an apology & you know it. ❞
  • ❝ are you a virgin? ❞
  • ❝ I’m married. ❞
  • ❝ best thing I ever did was marrying you. ❞
  • ❝ red roses won’t erase the fact that you broke my heart. ❞
  • ❝ stop taking all the ice cream! ❞
  • ❝ has anyone told you that you’re sort of a little bitch? ❞
  • ❝ it’s deep dish pizza. ❞
  • ❝ do you want to fight for your land back or not? ❞
  • ❝ I never realized how much of a coward you are. ❞
  • ❝ there’s nothing worse than someone who isn’t willing to try new things. ❞
  • ❝ haven’t you ever wanted to escape? to leave this place & explore the world? ❞
  • ❝ i think you’ve had enough to drink. ❞
  • ❝ your ancestors would be ashamed if they saw you. ❞
  • ❝ one of the dolls is missing! ❞
  • ❝ are we going to die here? ❞
  • ❝ well looks like we’ve found ourselves in a bit of a dilemma. ❞
  • ❝ I am no longer a child! ❞
  • ❝ the baby won’t stop crying! i don’t know what to do anymore! ❞
  • ❝ what if something happens to them? ❞
  • ❝ once upon a time, I gave a damn about what people thought about me. ❞
  • ❝ if he can get away with this, then so can i! ❞
  • ❝ the dark shall come & take everything you love from you. ❞
  • ❝ it’s the same story over & over again. you’d think people would know better by now. ❞
  • ❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞
  • ❝ you are what is wrong with this world. ❞
  • ❝ shattered dreams can drive anyone mad. ❞
  • ❝ I am a phoenix. burn me & I shall return, rising from the ashes. ❞
  • ❝ this is my home. ❞
  • ❝ home is where the heart is, where you feel safe & warm & loved. ❞
  • ❝ running away has never solved a damn thing! ❞
  • ❝ fuck me. ❞
  • ❝ oh the things I’d do to you if we were alone. ❞
  • ❝ stop, he’s not here, remember? he’s gone & he can’t hurt you anymore. ❞
  • ❝ your husband/wife – is he/she good to you? ❞
  • ❝ stop & think a moment, you have to stay & rest. there’s a child who needs you now, you can’t just run & be a fucking idiot. ❞
  • ❝ once, I drank a whole bottle by myself. ❞
  • ❝ what do I want? I want to kiss you a thousand times before undressing you & kissing every bit of your flesh a thousand more times. ❞

I have some opinions/thoughts that I’d really love to get off my chest even if other people think I’m completely wrong.

Gaston did not deserve to die, Gaston was hardly a bad person, Gaston was basically forced into being the villian of this story.

[I’m referring to the 2017 remake of BATB rather than the original animation.]

Let’s point out some difference between the 1991 Gaston and 2017 Gaston
-2017 Gaston was not a misogynist
-did not abuse Lefou
-even verbally
-Like for fucksakes, the friendship between Lefou and Gaston was so genuine. I’m frequently seeing these things around Gafou is an abusive ship, buts it’s really not? He tells Lefou ‘thank you’ says ‘you’re the best Lefou’ sincerely asks ‘how has no woman snatched you up?’, messes around with Lefou like buds (wrestling bite marks, picking him up to demonstrate strength, gets on the table and dances with him), let’s Lefou calm him down and boop his nose, and not once does he insult or hurt even when it seemed like he would (after Lefou wrapped his arms around him, or when he couldn’t spell his name, when he said ‘who needs her when you’ve got us’, etc). They’re sincerely good, close friends, but don’t worry I’m not ignoring all the shitty things Gaston did to Lefou I will get to that in a second.
-I said he’s not a misogynist, right? Cause that’s important. Big step away from the OG.
-Doesn’t insult Belle for reading
-Instead he feigns interest in the book because he knows it’s her interest
-even brings her flowers, whataguy
-Has manners (“excuse me, please let me through” going through the crowd, didn’t push everyone out of his way)
-Goes to her rescue when the town’s people are being mean (sure this is because he wanted to be the hero to seduce her, but seriously he was one of the few people who didn’t harass or bully Belle for being different)
-Doesn’t call Maurice crazy and instead offers his help to soothe the men (again, seduction, but seriously he’s still being polite and helping the underdog unlike the OG)

I’ll probably think of more things to add to this Gaston-wasnt-an-asshole list but I think this basically gets the point across that, well, Gaston wasn’t an asshole. He was immensely vain, yes, but that doesn’t mean he was a bad person.
Cus ya know who else started out incredibly vain but still managed to be the fucking prince in this story?
Yep, the Beast/Adam of course.

Time to do some comparing of the prince and the villian because spoiler alert, they basically parallel each other.

I’ll begin this part with Belle’s comment of, “No one can change THAT much, Gaston”
Ahem

LITERALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP ARE YOU SERIOUS
This line pissed me off immensely, because that’s literally Adam’s entire character arc, changing himself completely, literally and figuratively.

Like I’m sorry you wanna do a repeat of the song “Something there” aka the song where the lyrics are basically “he was an asshole brute who I hated but now he’s c h a n g e d”
Literally so pissed off at that all.

But as I was saying, Gaston basically mirrors Adam’s arc, meaning to say they’re practically the same character things going on but sorta reversed.

Like okay
-Upon first meeting Belle, the Beast locks her father then her in a tower and is a huge dick but then they bond over books and he gives her flowers and he’s nice to her.
-Upon first interacting with Belle, Gaston is nice to her, gives her flowers, tries to bond over books, but then he’s a huge dick and locks her father and then her in a cart.

Do you see what I did there? Literally the same actions, but backwards.

Let’s do some more comparing.
-They both have terrible, terrible tempers.
But you know what? The Beasts is definitely a lot worse than Gaston’s.

Let’s review how both Gaston and Adam dealt with Belle’s dinner rejection
-Beast: literally motherfucking demands she has dinner with him, bangs his paws on the door, scrEAMS at her, and then announces she can starve if she won’t eat with him
-Gaston: [not direct quotes, can’t remember exact words but basically what he says] “oh, busy?” nope “okay, then some other time?” boom that’s that. Yeah he still is persistent on winning her over even after this rejection but the man handled it a lot better then Adam (and he brought flowers for her dinner table).

I’m about to move on from Adam and start talking about how Gaston treated Lefou in a sec, but I would just really really really like to put some emphasis on the fact that both Adam and Gaston were incredibly narcissistic men. The amount of self pride and conceded they have is in the beginning is completely parallel and it leads to both of their unfortunate fates. The point in this, is Gaston is not a bad guy just because he loves himself a bit much, just as the Beast was not a bad guy for loving himself too much. Like, the way Adam turns down Agatha for being ugly seems exactly like something Gaston would do, so why does the movie end with Gaston dying while the Beast learns his lesson and gets his happily ever after?
Because, the OG Gaston was truly an asshole who deserved to die and this 2017 remake of course had to stay true to the story. Even though this Gaston really wasn’t a true villian and didn’t deserve to die – rather he deserves a redemption arc just as Adam was given – he died anyway because that’s how the story goes.

Anyway, I’ll get on with this and bring back Lefou.

Some of you have probably been reading this while thinking “But Marley [das my name], Gaston was a shitty person, he wasn’t a good friend to Lefou at all because he manipulated him, let him get punched in the face, didn’t protect him at all, and threatened to lock him up. Plus, he was only into Belle because she’s pretty.”

Alright alright alright: Lefou.
He’s an exceedingly important character as he gives us insight to Gaston’s character.
Two crucial things he reveals about Gaston … .

-Gaston has anger issues. My father has anger issues, and so do I, and we both are on meds for it. Let me say, having anger management problems and getting angry are very different things. It’s just like he having anxiety and getting nervous are very different things. I think most of you can probably relate or understand anxiety more then anger issues, so just put yourself in Gaston’s shoes with that in mind. Anyway, back to Lefou. He shows us that Gaston has anger issues when he rushes to Gaston’s aid by saying “deep breathes” and then “think about the war”. He tells us that Gaston has coping mechanisms for when he gets like this. Does it matter if Gaston has anger problems? Does it make him less of a dick? Like, seriously Marley, does this information really make up for any of the things he did? Yes, yes it does matter. It’s like when you/someone your love is having an anxiety attack, or when you fall into a depressive episode, or when a loved one acts out of PTSD [which Gaston could totally completely have], or when someone with schizophrenia or delusions starts having episodes, it’s basically exactly like whenever anyone’s mental illness starts to act up. You don’t feel like yourself and you don’t so things you would normally​ do. This is definitely the case for Gaston; he acts out of character when he gets angry like this. And that’s my second point that Lefou proves in this movie.

-Gaston is not being himself when he starts doing all that terrible shit that leads him to his demise. Lefou makes it fairly obvious that that is not how Gaston usually acts. He does this in numerous ways which I will quickly try to summarize and go through:
1) Questions Gaston. Obviously if Gaston often tied up old men to trees or in general left people to die, Lefou would have just went with it instead of going “are you sure?”
2) doesn’t immediately lie to save Gaston’s ass. Again, if Gaston frequently had Lefou lie for him, then it would have came to Lefou like second nature and he wouldn’t have hesitated.
3) Once more, questioning Gaston. The scene I’m about to refer to is when Gaston locks Belle and her father in the carriage. Lefou grabs Gaston’s arm and goes to question him again, but before he can Gaston threatens to lock him up as well. Dick move on Gastons end, no? But this isn’t something he would normally do or say to Lefou, for if it was Lefou wouldn’t have bothered speaking up because he would have known what Gaston’s reaction would be. Instead, Lefou is used to being able to talk sense into Gaston and reason with him (refer back to nose boop scene).
4) Running to Gaston’s side for protection during the fight [castle scene]. Lefou is probably used to having Gaston protect him during fights (war time) and obviously didn’t expect Gaston to throw him to the enemy. Like, yous guys heard him shriek Gaston’s name before the piano fell on him, right? He was obviously expecting Gaston to rescue him. Even after he’s trapped under the piano, he still reaches and calls out for Gaston. The way Gaston is acting is not the Gaston he knows.
5?) “I was on Gaston’s side, but we are so in a bad place right now” [however he says it you know the line I’m referring to]. Aight I think this is the one line that really captures the point I’m trying to make. Lefou has switched sides because Gaston is being a major douchebag and Lefou’s not having it. Lefou doesn’t put up with being treated like shit [MrsPotts saying he deserves better and Lefou agreeing]. So o b v i o u s l y Lefou is not used to Gaston being so cruel and angry. If Gaston treated Lefou like this all the time, then Lefou wouldn’t be by his side [because he left his side once he started acting like this]. Lefou knows how he should be treated, and how he’s being treated is not what he’s used to.
You dig what I’m saying? I’m kinda rushing through these points because I’m getting tired of this.

*deep breathe* Alright, last point, as I mentioned above, ‘Gaston only wanted Belle because she was beautiful’ Alright alright alright I’m not even going to talk about the Gaston in this point, I’m just going to talk about the huge flaw that is Beauty and the Beast.

Adam is turned into the Beast because he needs to learn to not judge people by how they look, he needs to learn that it’s what’s on the inside that matters.
Right.
So why is Belle the one that learns this lesson?
Adam falls in love with a gorgeous girl, meanwhile Belle falls in love with a hideous monster who turns into a nice dude on the inside.
Belle is the character who learned to not judge a book by its cover [cover being a monsterous beast but inside he is a gorgeous prince].
As soon as Belle walked into the castle, all the furniture was like “yooooo she could be the one, master hit her up” and instantly Adam’s like “well I need a girl to fall in love with to break my curse and she cute yeah let’s do it”. Like of course there’s more to our then this, but what I’m trying to say is Adam had already planned to try to charm Belle before he knew what kind of person he was because he was desperate to break the curse.
So he and everyone in the castle just saw her and was like “she was a girl, he was a boy, can I make it anymore obvious?”
So anyway anyway anyway, Gaston was only interested in Belle because she was beautiful and he wanted a wife, but Beast was only interested in Belle because she was beautiful and could break the spell. See the parallels again? Like, Beast later fell in love with Belle for who she was and she made him a better person, Gaston could have totally done the same thing.
And okay, there’s no proof Beast cared that Belle was beautiful or not, but yo, Disney definitely should have made Belle ugly af so when Adam met her the snob in him would have been “ew she’s ugly, next” and then Lumiere and Mrs. Potts woulda been like “boi Imma whoop yo ass if you don’t give that girl a try, I don’t care how fucked up her teeth are smfh” and then Adam would have learned the lesson that the enchantress was trying to school him about in the first place [this applies to the 1991 animated film, not directly at the 2017 btw]

Well I was trying to keep this professional and moreso eloquently written but you can tell I’m coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine gotta gotta be down because I want it all

Okay okay okay
Okay okay
Okay

I believe we’re nearing the end. I believe I’ve said all I needed to say made all the points I could [honestly definitely not because I’m constantly thinking about this and arguing with no one in my head, I have a lot to say and later I’ll be making toast and be like “anD ONE MORE THING”]

I’m very upset Gaston died because he wasn’t a terrible enough character to deserve death.

So Dear Disney, either make Gaston more of a shitty person, or bring him back to life. I’ll be waiting for an apology letter until this is done.

Of course I’m kidding.

I just have such a love and passion for Gaston and I’m truly sick of hearing people tell me that Gafou is an abusive ship and Gaston is a villian.

And if you refuse to see that Gaston wasn’t a bad guy but still believe that Adam is such a prince than you’re insanely hypocritical.

People just see what they want to see.

Also I’m terribly sorry for making this so diddly damn long, I honestly have no idea how to do the cutoff “Show more” thing, I’m on mobile. So sorry if you’re trying to rapidly scroll past all of this and it’s taking forever.

But honestly fuck you don’t scroll past my argument.

And also if you legit read all this then motherfucking congratulations to you. Like I don’t even want to read all of this shit to edit it.

Thanks for the attention. Marley OUTT
Writing, Neil Gaiman, and Kon Satoshi

I almost gave up writing altogether after reading Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.

I didn’t read it as it was coming out in comics, but later, when it was published in collected volumes.

It was too perfect. Too complete. It seemed like it had sprung fully-formed from Gaiman’s head, and he had to spend years waiting for artists to catch up.

It was overwhelming. Unattainable.

I wasn’t reading the book’s post-scripts, though, because I wanted to avoid potential spoilers. I wanted to experience the material, not the author dissecting it.

I did read them on a second pass. There’s a story on Dream Country, the third volume, about a writer keeping a muse captive so she can give him ideas. It’s a piece with characters that tie into Morpheus’ past and who will come up again, woven into the larger narrative. The book also contains a post-script on how the story came about, where Gaiman states it was at first about a succubus, before moving on to talk about his process for working with the artist.

My eyes kept moving forward, brain storing words from the original script, but my consciousness had taken a step back.

Wait, back up, what was that character again? 
Who?
Calliope.
Originally a succubus, replies brain, let me keep going here.

Yes, stupid me. I had assumed Sandman had been gestating inside Gaiman from the start, waiting for an opportunity for the entire story to burst out. He didn’t transcribe a long epic he had already come up with. He wasn’t born with the tale. He worked at it for years, sometimes throwing away material and replacing it with things that fit better. Like a normal human being.

I keep making the same mistake. I wrote about a similar mental bug when talking about Kon Satoshi and Dream Fossil.

We only see the finished product. We don’t see the author sitting down at the typewriter and bleeding.

It’s all work. Some people have more potential and have it easier, others have to work harder at it, but in the end it’s only work. If you want a chance to get better at it, you should treat it as such.

Really really tired of posts about “femme phobia,“ especially when they imply that "masculine privilege” or “Butch privilege” is a thing.

People look at me and assume I’m straight. This is not oppression. In fact, it keeps me safer than I otherwise might be. I don’t get called “dyke” when walking around in public unless I’m with another woman. (I do get catcalled but that’s misogyny, not “femme phobia”). I am pretty sure I won’t be targeted for anti-gay hate crime based on my appearance.

I get told “you’re too pretty to be a lesbian.” Or asked “are you sure you’re gay?” And yes, that’s annoying, really really annoying. But I am not in anyway oppressed because I am femme or because I am a woman who wears skits and cute flats. I am oppressed as a woman and a lesbian. Society doesn’t hate “feminine” people and privilege “masculine” people. It hates women. And it hates women who don’t conform to expectations about what a woman should be even more.

Butch and GNC women do not have privilege over me. They are not my oppressors. They are not treated better by anyone for being “masculine” as opposed to “feminine.” Butch and GNC women are my sisters. I stand with them. I love them. I refuse to be separated from them and told I should distrust them. I refuse to scapegoat patriarchy on to them.

kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences

“Not eating the food I give you is not going to make me give you nicer food.”
“You should be grateful I come down here and talk to you at all.”
“Listen to me or I’ll treat you even worse.”
“I picked you off the street because you were beautiful. You should feel flattered.”
“You don’t need freedom if I give you everything you need.”
“You can come out of the basement if you give me a very good reason to let you.”
“What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.”
“Get on your knees and pray I’ll forgive you.”
“Oh, you’re hungry? Sing me a song and you can have my leftovers.”
“Don’t cry, I’m keeping you safe down here, away from the world. You don’t need it. You only need me.”
“Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you.”
“I bought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight at dinner.”
“You don’t get to decide anything, understood? I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed.”
“You’re nothing but a little doll I get to play with.”
“I own you.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to take away your virginity just like that. I’m saving it for something special.”
“I’m not going to kill you. Not yet.”
“If you’re good, you can shower with warm water today.”
“Crying won’t make me stop hurting you. It just encourages me.”
“You’re so young…”
“I love it when you scream, but I will only stop when you can’t scream anymore.”
“I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were still down here.”
“There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.”
“You’re going to have some company tonight. Try to think of him/her as your little brother/sister. I want you to do to him/her what I do to you, understood?”
“I’m bringing some friends along to show them how well trained you are.”
“How dare you talk to me like that. Wash your mouth, with soap. Now.”
“It’s been a pleasure watching you grow up. Your mummy and daddy would have been so proud of you.”
“I brought you some food. Now crawl over here and lick it out of the bowl like a good pet.”
“I think you should remind me why you’re worth keeping alive down here.”
“Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.”

“Hello? Is anyone down here?!”
“Oh my god, what is this place? How can you still be alive? I’ll get you help! Please hold on.”
“You don’t have to hide from me. I’m trying to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“What happened to you? How long have you been kept here?”
“Hello? Where am I?! Who are you?”
“Have you ever tried to escape? Do you think it’s possible if we work together?”
“It’s the police! Show yourself!”
“Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”

I was never fully aware of the fact that you listened. While I sat and ranted to my friend of yet another heartbreak, you sat there quietly on your phone taking it all in. And when I sat at my desk that day, tears rolling, you stared intently, hopefully telling yourself that if you had me you would never treat me like they did. Now you do have me and you treat me better than anyone I have ever associated myself with. You’re someone I never pictured falling head over heels with. Maybe that is why we are always told that love is a mystery.
—  aloseshermind, I should have known it was you from the beginning//

The Dino Situation.

Okay, so I felt like I had to get my opinion out there on this. It’s sweeping over the Internet and will be huge until Pledis gives an official statement. Before I start, I need to say a few things.

1) I’m not intending to add more fuel to the fire by talking about this, but I feel like this needs to be said. Fans need to understand this, because these “controversies” of dating idols shouldn’t even exist in the first place.

2) Whoever got into this girl’s phone, saw the video and shared it is despicable and deserves to be charged with some form of theft of private property. STEALING AND RELEASING PRIVATE VIDEOS AND PHOTOS WITHOUT CONSENT IS COMPLETELY WRONG.

Background: A video has surfaced of Dino saying “I love you” to a girl, using her name, and then blowing a kiss to her at the end.

Let me start by getting this out of the way: YOU DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT OWN YOUR IDOLS. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about that. They are people just like you, and you have no right to control their private lives.

If you are a “fan” that gets angry at an idol for dating someone and finding happiness, you are SELFISH. Completely, utterly selfish. You only care about your own feelings, not considering how your idol may feel.

These “controversies” about dating idols and romance are ridiculous and actually pathetic. WHY CANT PEOPLE, SPECIFICALLY FANS, LET THEIR IDOLS LIVE THEIR LIVES HOW THEY WANT TO??

Idols have a public persona, and they should be allowed a private life along with that. They give you their time, hardwork, efforts, etc. and you repay them with this? You turn on them when they’re trying to find happiness? That’s insane. I can’t even begin to wrap my head around how someone could deny someone else the happiness that they deserve - that everyone deserves.

If Dino’s dating, great! If not, that’s also great! So long as he’s happy and healthy and content with his life, all carats should be happy. If not, you should reconsider your status as a fan.

I can understand disappointment - sure, we all have dreams of meeting our idols and falling in love and living happily ever after. But that stuff happens in fanfiction and movies, not reality.

And this is reality.

So please, remember that your idols are people, too.

Treat them as such. Give them the respect they give you by producing great songs, giving awesome performances, acting well in dramas, etc. Spread kindness and positivity and make this world a better place. We have enough going on right now without adding more drama and more fuel to the fire.

Jealous Pirate - Harry Hook x reader

Originally posted by unchxxrted

A/N This is a Harry Hook x reader imagine. This is my first imagine so if you guys want more you can request it, just send me a message. Also feel free to give me feedback, sorry if it sucks. I do not own the Gif. Also it is in your point of view.

Summary: You were a VK kid and apart of Uma’s crew. Everyone knew about your crush on Harry Hook, evern Gil and we know that boys not the brightest. One day when you are talking about it Harry joins the conversation. Then one lie leads to a jealous pirate.

Link to masterlist:  https://stevebuchananparker267.tumblr.com/masterlist

“Y/N just admit that you loooooooooove Harry,” Gil said with the biggest smirk on his face. “Oh shut up, I do not,” I said trying to hid the blush that was creeping on on my face.

“You so do, Y/N and Harry sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-,” Uma sang but was cut off by you. “Ok, ok, we get it. If I say I like him will you leave me alone?”

“Say you like who”, a thick accent asked. 

“Harry, hey. When um, when did you get here,” I said trying to make my voice not shaky but failing.

“Just now, so you were saying that you liked someone,” he questioned me with a foreign expression on his face I had never seen before. Jealousy maybe?When I didn’t answer Gil decided to answer for me. Perfect.

“Y/N was saying how much she loves-” 

“GRANT! I have a HUGE crush on Grant,” I shouted out just so Harry wouldn’t know it was him. I looked over to Gil and Uma who were shooting daggers at me.

“Grant?” Harry questioned with a puzzled look.

“Yes Grant, you know, Mother Gothel’s son,” I stated. I have never seen so much hatred and sadness in a person’s eyes as I did when I looked at Harry’s.

“What is so great about Grant?” He asked with venom dripping off his tongue.

“Me and Gil are gonna go so you two can have more privacy,” Uma said with a sly smile. As Gil and her walked out the room she gave me a wink before closing the door.

“Y/n you need someone who will treat you like a queen. Someone who would drop everything they have to be with you. You need a man, not some silly boy who will end up hurting you. He’s not good enough for you, y/n. He isn’t even half as good as he should be.You could do so much better,” He said with so much convention in his voice.

“Do you really think that,” I asked with hope laced in my voice.

“Of course I do, love,” He said as a smile spread on his face. “Harry, why do you care who I like anyway?” I questioned with a little hope that he would say he liked me.

“I-I, It’s just,” Harry sighed. “Y/n I love you. I know you like Grant but you are worth so much more then him. Trust me when I say he won’t treat you right. Y/n I could make you happy. I could give you the life you deserve. I could give you the world,” He said with so much love in his voice, as he stroked my face with his hook.

“Oh Harry, I don’t like Grant. I just said that so you wouldn’t know I liked you. Oh who am I kidding? I love you, not like you. I can’t see my life without you,” I said as a rushed forward to hug Harry. He immediately hugged back, carefully placing his hook on your back.

“Y/n, please be my girlfriend and let me treat you like the queen you deserve to be treated as,” Harry said as he pulled away to look me in the eyes.

“Yes, of course Harry!” I replied happily. Harry smiled widely and pulled me into a kiss.

“Finally!” Gil and Uma said at the same time. I pulled away from Harry and started to laugh. “You guys better run,” Harry said with an amused tone as we started chasing after them.

A/n Sorry if it seemed a little out of his character, I am going to write more imagines with him so I promise I will write it more like him.

halloween pick-up line sentence starters.

taken from various places on the internet because who doesn’t wanna flirt with a ghost? no one, that’s who.

  • ❝  I can’t find a costume for Halloween, so can I just go as your boyfriend?  ❞
  • ❝  You’re the most boo-tiful ghost I’ve seen all night!  ❞
  • ❝  You look so good, you’re making my crotch rise from the dead.   ❞
  • ❝  If I were a zombie, I’d eat you first.  ❞
  • ❝  You must be tired, because you’ve been running through my nightmares all night!  ❞
  • ❝  You must be a ghost, because you’ve been haunting my dreams.  ❞
  • ❝  Are you being a ghost for Halloween, or are you just my boo?  ❞
  • ❝  You are dead sexy. Literally.  ❞
  • ❝  That skeleton over there said he’d get your number for me, but he didn’t have the guts, so here I am.  ❞
  • ❝  Hello there, boo-tiful!  ❞
  • ❝  You wanna take a ride on my broomstick?  ❞
  • ❝  Mmm baby! You’re decomposing in ALL the right places!  ❞
  • ❝  You must love Halloween! You don’t need to change to dress up as an angel.  ❞
  • ❝  I hear this house is haunted, we better stick together.  ❞
  • ❝  What’s a nice ghoul like you doing in a crypt like this?  ❞
  • ❝  All these ghosts and I still don’t have a boo.  ❞
  • ❝  Want to find out what I turn into at midnight?  ❞
  • ❝  If you were a jack-o’-lantern, I’d totally light your candle.  ❞
  • ❝  I should have dressed up as a ghost tonight so I could let you under my sheets.  ❞
  • ❝  I don’t know what the trick is, but you certainly are a treat.  ❞
  • ❝  Your costume looks complicated. Need help taking it off?  ❞
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A/N: Request from anon. Oh, I very much enjoyed writing this. It was too perfect. I combined it with some of my own ideas and well… I guess I got a little carried away. So without further ado… Enjoy, everyone! ;-)

Words: 3829 (oops)
Warnings: smut

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the types as things they've all said to me

ENFJ: “yeah i’ve take the personality tests a few times and it can never type me, i always get like 50/50 on each of the things, so i’m really balanced; i’m EXXX” (bitch MORE than 2 of you have said this to me, you are all problematic and project those questions onto yourselves you fake ass hoes)
INFJ: “i should start a psychic business and pretend to take people’s fortunes because i’m so good at this.” (this was said after she guessed that her boyfriend would get a 96 on his philosophy exam after he had gotten a 97 on the last one, and was exactly correct. tl;dr every INFJ is a demon)
ESFJ: “i get to take care of you and treat you until you’re better!” said with real tears in his eyes after i had rolled my ankle and it was the size of an actual softball. he held my hand as he said it.
ISFJ: “i’m trying my best!” said very flusteredly (it’s a word, shut up) after we poked fun at the fact that he was still 4 labs behind on homework. he was also on youtube at the time.
ESTJ: “joe hasn’t answered me and we’re leaving for austria for spring break in TWO months and i need a plan for what we’re going to do the first weekend ASAP or i’m going to literally kill him with my bare hands.”
i have no more context to add to this, yall are literally just the most extra people i’ll ever meet.
ISTJ: “i feel like…” and then you proceeded to lie to me because none of you have felt anything, ever.
ESFP: “what’s happening?! should i talk to him?! should i ignore it and be oblivious?! idk what to do im not an intuitive!” said when i was pissed at everybody and he accidentally got the brunt of my rage. you are all pure and naive and just want to have a good time and i respect that; you do you, boo boo the fools, just keep doing you.
ISFP: “i’m about to make a transatlantic flight to austria to instill the fear of god into every one of those girls playing with joe’s heart over there.” said about her little brother while still in her horse riding gear, in between walking from the dinner table to her laptop to watch sherlock and dr. who. im 100% not joking about this, her name is Mary Duran and she paints on the side too.
ESTP: “well, enough of that.” said moments after crying for two minutes, and seconds before throwing a lawn chair across the yard and breaking a window because he didn’t know how else to process his emotions. @everyESTP, pls get help.
ISTP: “HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A FUCKING BLINKER. USE YOUR BLINKER BEFORE I SLIT YOUR THROAT.” (this is literally every time i’m in the car with him, no matter what, no matter how long; tl;dr every one of you shouldn’t drive, ever.)
ENTP: “but was kant really that bad?” said by some hoe in one of my higher level philosophy classes as he introduced us to Irrelevantland™. stick to your memes and stop antagonizing every person you meet you bored ass mfs.
INTP: “the old lady thinks i’m going to fix our neighbor’s AC, which means i have about 45 minutes to get to a town 34 minutes away to see if the guy has one of the car parts i’ve been looking for. it’ll cost about $200-$220, but i gotta take the money out in small increments around town so she doesn’t get suspicious.” said by my best friends dad, in reference to his wife and his unhealthy obsession with fixing up old, unusable cars.
ENTJ: “socrates was probably the dumbest person to ever live, and i wrote an entire 12 page paper on it and got an A.” (i have no more to add to this; you’re all just as bad as the ESTJs and must be stopped.)
INTJ: “that was a good burn. i think i’m going to like you.” said to me after i said something witty and sarcastic to my ENFP best friend. p.s. every INTJ has an XNFP best friend, it’s just a fact, accept it).
ENFP: “hey remember how you’ve been telling me for the past three months that im overcommitting myself and doing too many things? well today after my seventeenth breakdown of the semester so far, i realized that you might be right.” (said by my best friend. not much else to add to this, really; you’re all insane.)
INFP: “my friend brought me a puppy between classes today and it was only the second of four times i cried today.”

There is a strange sort of unspoken theory that once a woman has been raped, sex is no longer a viable option for her. Sex has been replaced by trauma, fear, pain, and anxiety. I’m not saying this is never the case. Every survivor’s story and experience is different, but too often the assumption is that if you have been raped, you are sexually broken and forever unfixable. That sort of discourse is not healthy or empowering or even sympathetic. What I want to say is what I wish I had been told: rape is not a form of sex, it is a form of assault. Sex feels good. Assault is traumatizing. It is possible for sex to exist after rape because they are different experiences, just like it’s possible for you to still enjoy going out to eat even if you got food poisoning once. You might never go back to that restaurant again, but it doesn’t mean you will get food poisoning every time you go out.


Admittedly, I don’t know what sex before rape is like. I lost my virginity to rape at 14. People are willing to give a lot of guidance on what a survivor is supposed to do after her rape. Do not change clothes. Do not shower. Have someone you trust take you to the hospital. Report it immediately to law enforcement. Reach out to loved ones, find a therapist, become an advocate for other survivors. But these are the things nobody told me about sex after rape:

1. Nobody tells you that you’ll feel guilty the first time you have a crush on a guy after your rape. Aren’t you supposed to hate men now? I mean, ugh, penises are evil and one ruined your life. You shouldn’t even be thinking about boys. That’s what got you in trouble in the first place. (Oh, hey rape culture, how’d you get here?)

2. Nobody tells you that you’ll be called a tease when you draw the line at making out. Even though you’re pretty proud of yourself for this minor victory on your path to regaining any confidence in expressing your sexuality, some people will think you’re a prude because you won’t take off your pants.

3. Nobody tells you that the first time you do take off your pants in front of a potential partner you’ll cry almost immediately and put them back on, leaving without an explanation. You’ll feel embarrassed and stupid and you’ll wonder if you’re ever going to be capable of intimacy ever again.

4. Nobody tells you that masturbation is a healing practice (OK, maybe your therapist suggested it once or twice) and that realizing you’re capable of sexual satisfaction after rape is an incredible, powerful feeling. Sometimes it takes a while to feel wholly reunited with your body in this way, and you’re allowed to take all the time you need. Sexual exploration is a journey, not a destination.

5. Nobody tells you that your PTSD symptoms will be scoffed at. Your boundaries will be called “arbitrary” and you will be accused of “wielding sex as a weapon” and “putting yourself on a pedestal.” Someone should tell you that people who say these things are the worst type of people to be around. They have no right to make you feel ashamed, but they will. If they have the potential to get angry about the choices you make about what you do with your body, they are not worth your time or energy or thought or love. But nobody tells you that.

6. Nobody tells you that the ‘rape talk’ will be a thing that has to happen before any romantic relationship gets too serious. Nobody lets you know that immature men will freak out and refer to your rape as “baggage” when they cut things off. And unfortunately, nobody mentions that some men will hold your hand and weep with you when you tell them, because they can’t believe anyone would be capable of hurting you.

7. Nobody tells you that there are men who are patient and kind. Some men will listen and support you and they will read and research and seek to understand. They will ask you what you like and what you don’t like, they will be explicit about their concerns, and they will treat you with respect and dignity.

8. Nobody tells you that the first few times you try sex again it might not go well. You might have a panic attack or a flashback, and you might scream or shake or cry or throw up or all of the above. What they should tell you is that the right partner will stroke your back or make you tea or hold your hair back for you. He’ll leave if he’s asked and he’ll keep his phone on him so you can talk if you need to.

9. Nobody tells you that the first time you successfully, enjoyably have sex again is empowering, and freeing, and overwhelming. Even if it only lasts two minutes, it will feel like an enormous victory. You will be happy in a way you weren’t sure you would be happy again.

10. Nobody tells you that it doesn’t work that way every time. PTSD isn’t cured by one blissful experience, and anxiety is a bitch. Sometimes you will burrow down deep in your comforter and wish you could just be NORMAL and have NORMAL sex like a NORMAL person. And it is frustrating. But you will remember that one bad experience does not negate your ability to have future good experiences. And you will drink your tea and feel better.

11. Nobody tells you that people are capable of loving you after you’ve been raped, and that you are capable of loving back. You are allowed to give yourself to someone completely. Likewise, you are allowed to hold back. You are allowed to be fearful but you are also allowed to trust again. Your healing process is your own and regardless of how you get there, know that as long as you are taking care of yourself, nobody has any right to tell you differently.

12. Nobody tells you that just because he’s the first boy you slept with since your rape doesn’t mean you have to fall in love with him. You don’t “owe” anyone else your love or happiness or body. You can be thankful and appreciative and comfortable, but if he’s not “the one,” don’t settle just because he treated you better than your rapist.

You’re going to have good days and bad days. You’re going to have good sex and bad sex. But you’re still alive, and I just thought maybe someone should tell you.

—  12 things no one told me

Do you want to know a secret? Come closer, but not too close or you will get weird ideas. Because that’s what I am to you, right? A pair of legs who will spread according to your will. A pair of knees who will bend to pray in the morning and will satisfy your pleasures in the evening. I’m sorry if I’m being too blunt but my mouth can talk, among other things. And we’re the same, you and I. We share the same wishes, the same sins, the same thoughts but only I will be blamed for it.

I bleed in red valleys ending at the maturity of your thoughts. You bleed into paintings strung across the same notes that bind our shoes, and while I’m restricted to interpreting lips for wants I don’t desire, I still crave understanding that surpasses the skin I’m greeted in. You raised a person when you held her shoulders down and loved in self-conscious, yet wonder why she trusts people like a voice to text to get thoughts right the first time.

Is an apology for privilege a welcome one? Should a win not matter because someone lost? Do I have to spell out the words I AM SORRY every time someone treats you unfairly for reasons that can’t be explained with clothes on? If I was sure it would help you lead a life better than the goddesses we came from. I would. I have always known you were no different from me. I just wondered if you knew it, too. Because that’s a start.

—  Collab between the three musketeers, better known as @giulswrites  @teacup13 , @writingbykawelwa
She’s Mine

Requested! Part of Presley series. 

Reminder, Presley is your daughter! Check out the other parts to understand full story! 

You are finally home from the hospital. 

“Hey little man, come on let’s get inside.” Shawn coos at the little boy in the baby carrier. 

You slowly slide out of the jeep and wince as you hit the concrete. You sigh and lean against the side of the jeep at you let the coolness of the metal calm you. 

“Mommy are you okay?” Presley asks. You open your eyes and give her a weak smile.

“Yeah Baby.” You say softly.

“I don’t think you are okay. Let me get Daddy.” She smiles at you.

“Come on little man.” You hear Shawn from the other side, crawling in the back, trying to get the carseat out. 

“Daddy!” Presley says looking in the jeep. 

“There! I got it!” Shawn cheers. 

“Daddy.” She says again, trying to get his attention. 

“Babe! I got the carseat out!” He says looking at your through the back seat windows. You give him a thumbs up.

“Dad!” She yells, getting annoyed.

“What’s up Hon?” Shawn asks looking back at Presley.

“Mommy is not okay, I think you should help her.” She says putting her hands on her hips.

He looks over at you and then back at her. 

“I think Mommy is okay, I gotta take Raul into the house.” He says getting out and she stares at him, shocked, that he didn’t go to you. She runs back around the car, so confused.

“I’m okay Baby.” You say sighing. “But would you like to hold my hand?” 

She beams up at you and takes your hand as you both start to walk slowly into the house. 

Once inside she closes the door for you and then starts to take her shoes off. 

“Babe, I put him down. He was sleeping.” Shawn says meeting the both of you in the hallway. 

“Don’t worry Daddy I brought Mom in.” Presley says with a smile as she looks over at you. Shawn looks at you with a worried glance.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just sore. I’m a little slower today and she doesn’t understand it.” You say walking into the living room. You slowly take a seat. 

*

The three of you sit in the living room, you coloring with Presley. 

Shawn was napping but his eyes flew open the second Raul started crying. 

“I’ll get him.” He says jumping up. He runs off and disappears down the hall. 

“Mommy?” Presley looks up at you.

“Yes honey?”

“Is Daddy still my Daddy?”

“What?” You ask, taken a back by her question.

“Well now that Raul is here, is he still my Daddy?”

“Of course Honey, he will always be your Daddy. No matter what.” 

“But is he still gonna love me?”

“Honey what do you mean?”

“Well now Raul is here and he loves Raul, does he still love me?” She asks with wide eyes. 

You were so shocked by this question that you were a little speechless. You had never really talked to her about Shawn still being her father now that Raul was here. 

“I think he needs to be fed.” Shawn says walking into the room. “And, it’s bedtime for a little princess.” He says smiling at Presley. He sets Raul in your arms and picks up Presley. 

“No I don’t wanna go.” She whines. “I was talking to Mommy!”

“Come on say goodnight.” He says looking at her.

“No Shawn.” You say sitting up, “We were talking about something, important.” You say making eye contact with him. 

“Oh,” He says setting her down on the ground. 

“I just don’t, I don’t” You say lost in thought.

“Don’t what? What were you talking about?” Shawn says kissing the top of her head.

“Um we, she asked, um” You don’t know how to say this without hurting him. 

“What?” He asks. 

“Actually, Pres. It’s time for bed, we can talk later.” You say, needing to collect your thoughts.

“Are you sure, if you need me to leave I can.” He says.

“No I wanna talk to you about this, I don’t know what to say.” You whisper to him. 

“Oh okay. Well Princess, it’s time for bed.” He picks her up again. He starts taking her upstairs, their nightly routine. 

“Holy Shit.” You whisper as you start breastfeeding the quiet little boy in your arms. 

15 minutes later Shawn returns and stares at you with much intent.

“What did she ask you?”

“She asked me if you were still gonna be her Dad.” You say not meeting his stare.

“What?”

“Yeah, she asked if you were still gonna love her? Like she was scared you were gonna love Raul more than her.” 

“Wait.” He says sitting forward. He looks scared, desperate, worried.

“I didn’t know what to say. Obviously I told her that you would and that you would always love her.” 

“She just now asked you this? She didn’t say any,” He trails off looking towards the hall. He stand up and starts.

“Shawn where are you going?” You ask watching him.

“I can’t let her go to bed, and sleep all night, thinking that I don’t love her. That I love Raul because he is biologically mine. She’s my little girl. She’s my princess, and I can’t stand the thought of her laying down thinking that I don’t love her anymore. I’m her Dad, and she’s my baby.” He says shaking his head and walking down the hall.

You can’t help but tear up a bit. That was the sweetest thing he has ever said, and you just fell in love with him all over again. 

*

He returned a half hour later with red eyes, and he wiped his cheeks as he walked to the kitchen to get a drink. 

“Honey?” You stand, still in pain, to walk to him. The baby boy still in your arms, just not eating anymore.

“Jesus that was a hard conversation.” 

“What happened?” 

“She told me what you said. But then.” He shakes his head. “She told me that she was scared that because now that I have Raul that I won’t want her anymore. That now that I have a real baby that I won’t her to be my pretend one anymore.” He whispers, voice catching in his throat completely wrecked. He closes his eyes and more tears fall. “She cried and I cried. I told her how she was mine, she wasn’t pretend, told her that she was my baby girl and I would always love her. That I wasn’t going anywhere.” He sighs finally looking over at you. 

“What did she say to that?”

“She said that she loved me and that she was sorry for thinking that way. She said that she was worried that I would leave her because of the new baby because her real dad left because of the baby.” 

“Wait what?” You choke out.

“I know, that’s when I almost fucking lost it.” He sighs. “Sorry, freaking lost it.”

“He’s four days old, you’re okay. But wait she said that?”

“Yeah, I don’t understand how that asshole could leave you. It pisses me off that he put you through that pain, but how dare he put her though that!” Shawn says pointing at the hall. “That is the sweetest little girl in the whole fucking world. You did not deserve that, he should have never treated you like that, but you are strong and don’t need man to get through life. That girl down the hall. She needed her dad here, to give her the role model of how a man should treat woman, how someone is supposed to love you unconditionally. How dare he take that away from her!” He’s angry now. 

“Shawn, he doesn’t deserve her. Like you said she is the sweetest girl, and you wanna know what her greatest blessing is?” You ask letting your right hand cup his cheek while your left arm supports Raul. He just stares at you. “You.” You whisper. “You are her greatest blessing. She has the best man in the world to show her how a man should treat a woman, how someone can love her unconditionally.”

“I’m not.”

“Shawn you are the best father, the best father you didn’t have to be. You didn’t have to but you did. You did and you are honestly the best father ever. I couldn’t even have dreamed of a better father for my children. I don’t want anyone else to do that job.” 

“I don’t want anyone else to do that job either. Their mine.” He looks at Raul. “She’s mine, and he’s mine. You’re mine.” He looks at you.

“We’re all yours.” 

“Cheating”

Jax Teller x Reader

Word Count: 1,921

Warnings: accusation of cheating, language, bar fight…I think that’s about it

Requested by @thevioletthourr: The Reader and Jax are together but she thinks he cheated on her (but it was a misunderstanding) and Gemma never liked the reader and always tells her she doesn’t deserve Jax so she has enough and leaves him and gets really drunk at some bar and a creepy guy starts molesting her but Jax comes in and his reaction etc. would be up to you (maybe the reader even gets injured during the fight just to throw a little more angst in there)

A/N: I hope you like it babe and shoutout to @mamapeterson for the beta and then also tagging my other Jax babes, @impalaimagining, @abaddonwithyall, @demondean-for-kingofhell

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the eleventh doctor imagine | you argue and he apologises

warnings: none

words: 1011

in which you feel you can never live up to his former companions and he apologises for making you feel as though you’re not good enough.

Originally posted by fangirl-porn

“Rose would know,” he frowns, staring down at the TARDIS controls.
You gulp, feeling your stomach flip, wishing more than anything that you could help him—that you could prove yourself to him. You’re tired of living in the shadows of his previous companions, tired of never feeling good enough. You have even began to contemplate leaving him.
“Good old Rose,” you whisper, sitting down glumly. The Doctor barely even notices.
“Or Amy. If Amy was here, she’d know exactly what to do.”
You can’t help but snap after that. “Well, I’m sorry, Doctor. I’m sorry I’m not Rose, or Amy. I’m sorry I’m just me. I’m sorry I can’t help.”
You attempt to walk away to your room, but when he speaks, you can’t help but come to a halt again. “Well, that’s it, isn’t it? You can never help. Of all of the people I’ve picked…”
“What? Go on, say it.” By now you are doing everything you can to prevent yourself from crying.
The Doctor shakes his head firmly and starts to work on the TARDIS controls again. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me!” You shout. “If you don’t want me here, all you have to do is say. You can drop me off just as fast as you picked me up, if that’s what you really want.”
“I refuse to talk to you when you’re like this, [Y/N].” He adjusts his bow tie and glares at one of the computer screens. “You’re upsetting my TARDIS.”
“Oh, how rude of me.” You half-scoff, half-sob. A part of you wishes that he would react, so at least you know he cares, even if only a little bit. Instead, his face remains blank as he purses his lips.
You begin to walk off again, then turn back on your heel. “You know, there’s a reason you always end up alone. It’s because you’re selfish. You want people when it’s convenient for you, and then as soon as they can’t help you, you stop caring. One day you won’t even have me, and I hope maybe then you’ll realise that I—we—deserve better than this.”
You don’t wait to see his reaction; instead, you march off until you get to your room and then slam the door even though you know he will hardly be able to hear it from where he’s standing. It’s only then that you let your tears fall properly, but not for long; only a few moments later, you can hear The Doctor shuffling at the other side of the door.
“[Y/N]…” he calls hesitantly. “Did you mean what you said? Do you wish to go home?”
You don’t answer right away, and you can almost sense his impatience. “I don’t know anymore,” you say finally. “I thought I’d never want to give this up, but I’m tired.”
“I told you, you should sleep more often. That’s why there are beds, and pyjamas, and bedrooms. There’s even a bath somewhere.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” You slide down the door and tuck your knees under your chin, feeling as though your heart might burst out of its rib-cage at any moment. “I’m tired of you making me feel as though I’m not good enough. I’m tired of trying to meet impossible standards. If you wanted someone superhuman, someone good and strong, you shouldn’t have chosen me.”
“Do you really think that?” His voice, muffled by the door, is heavy with sadness.
You don’t answer, but you don’t need to. Something in his voice has changed; perhaps he’s finally realised the truth.
“[Y/N],” he almost whispers. “Open the door. Please.”
You blink the tears out of your eyes as best you can before you slowly stand up and do as he asks. You can barely look at him when you see his brown eyes so solemn, maybe even guilty.
“I’m sorry.”
You roll your eyes, feeling silly to have even made such a scene now that you have to look him in the eye.
“No,” he says and grabs your hand. “I am. I mean it. You are good and strong, and there are lots of times where I couldn’t have done what I do without you. I’m just a stupid, ignorant, old man, that’s all.” He attempts a smile, and you almost want to smile back, but you don’t. You can’t, not yet.
“It’s okay. I know I’m not like the others. I know I’m just normal. I just wish you didn’t have to bring it up so much.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I never want to make you feel like you’re any less fantastic than you are.” He cups your face in his hands then and you lower your eyes. “Because you are, [Y/N]. You are fantastic, and you are more than enough. Really. It’s me who’s not enough. You were right about what you said.”
“No. You’re too much.” A tear rolls down your cheek. “Are you going to take me home?”
“Only if that’s what you want.” His own eyes seem to glitter with tears that refuse to fall now.
“Is it what you want?” You question.
He shakes his head and lowers his hands away from you before shoving them in his pockets. “I never want you to leave, but it’s selfish of me to keep you here when you’re not happy. I want you to be happy. I promise that I’ll stop belittling you. I promise I’ll appreciate you the way you deserve. I promise, [Y/N], on both of my hearts, to be better.”
You think about it for a moment, knowing you should leave but not having the will power to do it. You can’t give up this, and you know now that the Doctor feels guilty for the way he’s treated you. Finally, you give him a small smile. “I don’t want to leave, not yet. Not as long as you want me.”
“You’ll be here a long time then,” he grins. “I can’t imagine ever not wanting you.”
He kisses your forehead without thinking and then blushes ever so slightly, but of course, not as much as you do.
“I suppose I just can’t get rid of you,” you say.

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