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As a substitute teacher I’ve noticed that white teachers (especially the female ones) are way too easy on the white boys. I’ve had white boys talk back, disturb class, and straight up refuse to leave when I told them to. I’d go to another teacher (usually a white woman in this school system) and they’d just take them out in the hall, talk to them, and send them right back saying “They promise not to disrupt anymore.” And sure enough, five minutes later, they’re back on their bullshit. But little black boys? If they make a face or blink the wrong way they’re ready to send them off to the office. I’m not saying they’re all innocent, but they do get in trouble at a higher rate. And with black boys, I just have to talk to them and they’ll stop. Noticing this I’ve realized why so many white men think they can get away with anything, they were never shown any real discipline. And I side eye any white teacher that will yell at a black child for something less than a white child will do.

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Jungkook

You two were at the album release party, and Jungkook had gone off to grab you drinks. When he came back, he noticed that Jimin had sat down beside you and was laughing with an arm on the sofa behind you. He took a seat on one of the bar stools a ways away from you and took in the scene, sipping his drink.  

Everything was bothering him, the way you had your legs crossed, the skirt riding up on your thigh, the way you twirled your hair, even the dress you chose that showed off your cleavage. When he saw you playfully put a hand on Jimin’s thigh, he downed your drink too and walked toward you, feeling himself heat up with anger.

Completely ignoring Jimin, he glared at you and said “Party’s over Y/N, we’re going home.” You got up and started walking toward the exit, Jungkook following close behind. As soon as you entered the corridor, you heard the door slam behind you, the sound echoing through the empty hall. Suddenly you were pinned against the wall, wrists above you with your furious boyfriend dangerously close to your face. “You’re such a fucking tease Y/N,” he muttered, cocking his head to the side with a smirk. “I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

Taehyung

You two had gotten into a fight the night before and when Taehyung woke up he found that the bed was empty. Feeling worried, he looked around drowsily, putting on his hoodie and getting up to go look for you. When he walked upto the kitchen he found you, still in your little PJ shorts, standing on a little ladder and searching for something on top of the cupboard. He was startled to find that you weren’t alone. Jin was standing beside you, talking about some new recipe he had found. He was trying, and failing, to avoid looking at your exposed tummy as you reached for the corn starch. “Can you help me get down Jin?,” you asked shyly, arms full of baking supplies. You held onto his shoulder with one hand while coming down and when the ladder wobbled, Jin grabbed you by the waist to stop you from falling. “Thanks,” you said, smiling slyly. 

“Aish, this little shit,” muttered Taeyhung, smirking. 

You suddenly noticed he was there and put down the supplies on the counter. 

“Oh. Good morning.” you said, a bit coldly. “Jin was just helping me set up for the charity bake sale tomorrow.”

“Sure he was,” he said, cocking his head to the side. You didn’t understand why he was smiling, you had assumed he’d be atleast  a little annoyed, but instead he looked cockier than ever. “Well, I’m going back to bed.” he said, taking one last look at you and grinning before turning to go to your room. 

A few hours later, you ventured into the room, covered in flour and tired after a long day of cooking. Taehyung put down his phone and propped himself up by his elbow. “You did all that to tease me, didn’t you Y/N?” He chuckled and motioned for you to come to him. Sighing and thinking about how much you need a shower, you picked up the small towel on the chair and went and sat on his lap, wiping the flour marks off of your face. He took the towel out of your hand and did it for you, lightly running it over your features.  He looked so focused that you weren’t really listening to what he said. “Hm?” you asked drowsily, still following his eyes as they travelled across your face. Suddenly he flipped you over, hands pinned to the bed on either side of your head. “I asked you, did you really think you could get away with that stunt you pulled today?” 

“What are you talki-” you started to mumble, but seeing the way his expression had suddenly changed, you whispered a quiet “No.” 

“Good.” he growled, letting go of your wrists.  “I want to see you, on your knees in the shower, when I get in. Bad behaviour needs punishment.”

Jin

He thought having dinner with the boys would be a nice way to introduce you to them, but watching you flirt with Yoongi was not so nice.  He spent the whole night looking over at you two and wishing you’d talk to him instead. As soon as the boys left, he felt relieved, sitting silently on the couch and watching TV. Seeing you walking toward him, he got up to go to your room, not wanting to talk to you for a bit.

“What’s wrong Jin? You were so quiet tonight,” you said with concern, reaching up to loosen his shirt. He took your hand away and avoided looking at your face.

This was different of him since if something was bothering him he always made a big deal about it, yelling playfully, being the meme that he was. You knew you had hurt him tonight. “Jin, I just wanted to get to know your friends, that’s all,” you said. Looking down at you, his eyes darkened, and he started to walk toward you. His eyes, his height and his broad shoulders were suddenly intimidating to you, and you started to retreat until your back hit the wall. “I don’t care what you were doing, tonight, the only thing I want to hear is the sound of my name from your lips.”

Yoongi

Jungkook was the one who came on to you first, putting his arm behind you, and giving you looks that weren’t very innocent. It was incredibly annoying but Yoongi kept his mouth shut and just observed. What annoyed him even more was that you were responding to it, giggling and tucking your hair behind your ear while looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes. He sat beside you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and turned your face to look at him. “I think you and I both know what you’re doing right now and,” slightly tightening his grip on your chin, he leaned in and whispered “you better watch yourself Y/N or you’re gonna be fucked all night long when we get home.”  

Jimin

He and you danced together a lot at home, and depending on the mood, it usually turned into something else. So, naturally Jimin loved watching you dance, but not tonight, because you weren’t dancing with him. He watched you move against Taehyung’s body, and seeing the way he was looking at you was making Jimin want to strangle him. He loved you both, Taehyung as his brother who he’d spent over the last 5 years of his life with and you, the love of his life, but what he didn’t want to see was you two together like this. He didn’t say anything right then, he just got himself a drink and sighed.

Back at home, you could tell that something was off so you questioned him while you were taking off your dress to change into your PJs. He came up behind you and pulled down the zipper slowly. “You can only dance like that with me Y/N.” he said, nuzzling his face in the back of your neck. You turned to face him and he walked backwards, his head cocked to the side, never breaking eye contact with you, and sat back on the bed. He played a Weeknd song from his phone and tossed it aside. 

“Dance for me Y/N,” he said in a low voice.

“What, Jimin I don’t know how t-”

“You could do it with him but not with me? he asked, his eyes flashing. You understood how he felt, so you got up and walked up to him slowly. He pulled you onto his lap. “This is going to be a long night babygirl.”

Namjoon

He came back from the bathroom to see you laughing with your head back, hand on Hoseok’s knee. You were leaning in to whisper something in his ear and Hoseok was grinning sheepishly, and suddenly Namjoon  felt a pang of jealousy in his chest.

When the two of you got home, he closed the door behind you quietly and said in a low voice, “Did you have fun tonight Y/N?” 

“Yes i think so,” you whispered back, looking away, knowing that he had seen. He lifted up your chin sharply.

“Oh, it looked like you were having much more fun than that, babygirl.” He smirked when you bit your lip, looking needy. 

“You’re not getting that satisfaction tonight Y/N. Bring me the paddle from our room.” he ordered.

“A paddle? Wha- Oh my god when did you buy a paddle what the hell-” He cut off your words by pushing you against the wall. 

“Do you want a different punishment then? I can think of alot of other things we could be doing.” 

“No, i-I’ll bring it,” you mumbled, finding his heavy gaze arousing. 

“Go. I want you across my lap in five minutes.”

When you started to leave, he grabbed you by the waist, and whispered into the nape of your neck. “You’re getting a spanking for every time his name left your mouth, I hope you’re ready Y/N.” He let go and you stood there thinking about how much you liked it when he got like this.

Hoseok

“Why won’t you talk to me Hobi?” you asked running up to him as he walked faster to move in front of you. To be honest you kinda knew why. Namjoon had been with you all evening, and you had let him, slightly ignoring Hoseok. You two were walking to your car, having left the party early per his request. Wanting to break the silence, you said playfully, “Wow why did we park so far away from the others, there’s literally no one here, it’s like an abandoned lot or something, God we’ve been walking for more than half an hour I-” You stopped rambling, when you heard him pull in a sharp breath. “Y/N I know you feel guilty and that’s why you’re mumbling so much, but I swear to god if you don’t stop trying to console me I’m going to bend you over this car and fuck you right here.” You stared at him and rubbed the back of your neck, trying to understand what he was thinking as he scanned you with his eyes. “Oh fuck this,” he growled, hitching up your skirt as he pulled you closer to him. “I don’t think your punishment can wait.”

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Some more stuff that happened to me at my college today since you guys seem to like my lil stories:

1.) I’ve started to notice this one guy for the passed three weeks that is always sitting on the hood of his car when I go to park at around 12. He’s always vaping with his legs crossed over each other and he just stares at people. He’s also always wearing this green snapback when he’s smoking, and I noticed that when he does stop vaping (I’ve only seen it happen about twice tho) that he takes off the green hat and changes it with a white one, sprays something in the air, and then just hops off his car and walks to class and I’m like ????

I shall do more research on this guy cuz honestly wtf. 

2.) This guy in my Philosophy class brought in his little sister today since I guess he had to pick her up from school before or something?? idk the story. But either way he brought her and she sat in the desk right next to him with nothing but her phone. And so my Philosophy prof. starts teaching about idealists. Which (by what he told us) are people that think that things only exist in the mind or something? That if you don’t see it, than the thing is non-existent. And so he’s asking questions about it and no one is answering cuz we all tired af and wanna go home. And the guy’s little sister starts answering them LMAO. AND SHE GOT THE ANSWER RIGHT EACH TIME!! And my Prof. was like “good job, yeah!” But then I guess he started to realize that she wasn’t a student cuz he started looking at her oddly and would be like “ooookkaaayyyyy???” It was super funny. I still don’t think he truly realized it. 

3.) My Prof was walking around with his mug and stopped in the middle of an aisle while he was lecturing and kinda dangled the mug a little and water came out but he didn’t notice. So the class was like “Yo, water fell out of your cup.” and he was like “what?” and the dude’s little sister blurted out: “Guys if he didn’t see the water then was there really any water?” AND MY PROF LOOKED SO HAPPY YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA LMAO. He turned around and pointed at her and was like “AhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

4.) My Prof. leaned on this guy’s desk and was explaining something, until the dude I guess saw a fly and just clapped right in front of my Prof’s face. And the dude almost fell back and asked the kid “Okay, what? Was there a spider?”

The guy: Nope.

My Professor: ???Were you applauding yourself??? I don’t understand????

5.) Some kid: So would basketball be considered supernatural?

My Prof: No. Why would you say that?

Some kid: Like there are no Supernatural elements?

My Prof: This isn’t Space Jam???? How do you think basketball is played????

6.) My Prof: *explains something about religion being connected to supernatural stuff idek* You understand?

The class: 

My Prof: *sighs* You know like that ice king from Game of Thrones

The class: OOOHHHHH

Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU)

Your car jerks, wheels skidding on the ice beneath the freshly fallen snow. Driving on ice wasn’t something new to you. You drop your gear, slowing your engine and brake slowly. Just like your dad showed you. The bottom of the hill is approaching, slowly, steadily. There is no one driving along the cross street and you figure you’ll go ahead and coast through the intersection. It was only another couple blocks until you were home. Suddenly you jerk forward, head hitting the steering wheel, you car goes careening into the embankment that goes to a sewage run off canal. There’s a flash of red and you see a large truck skidding past your car as you slide into the canal sideways. Everything happens so fast you aren’t sure if you’re right side up or upside down. There’s a loud crunching, something hits you in the back of the head, glass shatters and you are jarred to a very sudden stop. The world is spinning, your head hurts and your leg feels like someone is sitting on it. You glance down and there is blood all over your jeans.

“Hello?! Are you awake?!” someone, a man, yells from far away.

You can’t see anything, vision spotty and snow covering your windshield. You look to your left and see your phone beside you…on the window. The car is on it’s side. “Help!” you yell but you can’t help but feel like it’s not quite loud enough. “Help! My leg!” your voice is weak and you start to cry, tears burning your eyes, pain and frustration getting the best of you.

“I’ve called for help!” the male voice shouts, still quite far away. “Are you hurt?!”

“My leg….my leg,” you sob, voice cracking. There’s a bitter sweet acrid smell permeating the air and suddenly you can’t breathe. It was suffocating, sickeningly sweet. You knew that smell. It was antifreeze leaking from your car. Your heart races, you’re scared that this is the end. This was how you died. In a flipped car, asphyxiated on chemical fumes and bleeding to death. You pass out, the smell and the pain in your leg overwhelming you.  

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mulders-boyish-enthousiasm  asked:

How would Scully react to Mulder dropping a condom wrapping in the office?

not fucking well, dude. i just realized this wasn’t in the office, sorry!

set… post one son.

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She misses him. This detail is what sometimes turns that steady simmer of annoyance – always present, even on their best days, it’s just elemental to feel whittled and weakened by him, just as it is to feel his necessity – into a rapid, unforgiving boil. And she loathes it as much as he does. This anger wears her down. This anger makes her stupid. She is weighed by it, can’t control it. And when she misses him, it’s even harder to rationalize.

But how could she not miss him? Mulder rewrites everything she has ever known about companionship. There is a seeking missile in him that works and works to pinpoint all that Dana Scully is missing in her life, and then it works to fill it.

And he is sweet. Oh, he is sweet. The gentler side of Mulder is actually all grit: the sandpaper of it smooths her out, those rugged, wary edges of her oscillating mistrust. He doesn’t listen. He never listens. He is his own first thought when he wakes up and he is the one he falls asleep to. He betrayed her. But he helps her with her coat at the end of a long work day. He is patient with her, does not take her resentment for granted. He is a shock-absorber for her bitterness. A continent-jumper, all in her honor. He carries on with his half of their partnership as if nothing had changed, his unshakable optimism imploring her that it really hadn’t. He flirts with her. He fights with her. He gets her coffee right.

But this morning he takes it further. She begins to wonder how deep her hostility cuts him – she begins to worry. He comes into the office in a rumpled suit, his face unshaven. He downs aspirin and coffee in three hour intervals. It had been almost a year since she had seen him this disheveled, back when he had nothing to believe in.

Except for her.

He clings to her. In every other way but physically, finds a million different things to talk about, fills up even the healthy silences with his rambling chatter. “Scully?” he asks. Every time she takes too long to answer. “Scully?” And that total relief when she looks up to reply. He stays in the basement for lunch, eats nothing, when she tells him she brought her lunch with her. Follows her when she checks on results from the print lab. She’s annoyed, but mostly bewildered. Then there’s the physical. His hand on her back, yes, but her shoulders, too, her wrists. It bothers her that she doesn’t mind it so much. She can’t remember the last time she really had to take care of Mulder.

“Are you alright?” she runs her hand through his hair. She misses that, too. He looks up at her, startled, but quickly molds his face into something more neutral.

“Just not feeling well, Scully.”

She doesn’t press. She’s too doubtful of her place in Mulder’s life too often, these days. But she does let him cling. She softens her voice when she speaks to him. She doesn’t brush him off, she let’s go of all of the hurt, at least for the day. He seems more than grateful for it, almost to the point of awe. It bothers her… that she doesn’t mind it so much. That she needs to be needed like this.

At the end of the day, they’re putting on their coats. Their quiet is easy and Mulder, for the most part, appears recuperated. He drapes her in her wool, like always, keeps his hands on her for a little longer than necessary. She waits for him while he slips into his suit jacket, figuring they might as well ride out together.

“I was thinking… about those prints they lifted from the victim’s car. There’s something off about the sebaceous composition. The lab says they’ve never seen it before.” She lets him lead her to her car in the bustling garage, handing out her peace offering without the hint of a smile.  “Why don’t you come over and explain to me why that means it couldn’t possibly be terrestrial in nature?”

His face lights up. God, damn him. She feels like she’s been kicking a puppy in the same tender spots for months and months. “Scully, I thought you’d never ask.” He reaches into his pocket for his own keys. “I’ll bring pizza. You still eat that, right? If you think I’m going to argue with a Dana Scully fueled on nothing but coffee and granola – shit.” Not paying attention, his keys fall to the ground with a metal splatter.

“Here, let me – “ she bends down to scoop them up, but freezes when her eyes hit the concrete.

That dark, primordial filth inside of her, the rigid tension in her protoplasm. She blacks out, like she always does. In these moments she only has the capacity to feel everything wrong. She slowly picks up the keys, and the empty condom wrapper along with it.

“Scully,” Mulder says. “Scully.”

He uses too many words. The details of an event write themselves on his face so plainly. In ruined seconds she pieces out, from his guilty, avoidant eyes and the slowness with which he forms his thoughts, what happened, who it happened with. A full case report with only a mental photograph. Her grip around the keys and wrapper tightens, but he won’t take them from her. So she lets them fall back on the floor.

She never remembers what it’s like to hate someone this much. What inspires a woman to run her lover over with her car, empty out her gun into his heart, play in the meat left over. She’s in her car before she knows it, yanking the door out of his hands with less force than she meant for. In that moment, she doesn’t miss him.

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Seokjin

Jin’s practically shaking with laughter as he tells you his anecdote, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, but really, you’re only half-listening.

“And then Kookie, he said-”  Jin cuts himself short when he looks at you from across the table, his eyebrows starting to pull downward into a frown as he realises how little you’re actually paying attention.  Usually you’d be laughing along with him - you’ve got the same lame sense of humour he does, and he loves you for it - but tonight you’re just staring at your plate, poking at your food, and it’s starting to unsettle him.  “Jagi, is everything ok?”  

“Hm?” you ask distractedly, only glancing up at him for a moment before your eyes drop once more.  

“Don’t you like it?”  

“It’s fine, Jin, I’m just… I’ve just gone off fish a little lately,” you tell him.  It’s a lame excuse, but you’d rather tell him that than tell him the truth - tell him that the reason you can’t eat is because you feel so nauseous with anxiety that you might throw up if you eat anymore.  

“Ah, it’s a good job I made your favourite dessert then!” he says enthusiastically, getting up from the table and whisking your still-full plate out from in front of you to take it to the kitchen.  “Can’t have you going hungry.”  

God, why does he have to be so sweet all the time?  So god damn perfect?  It’ll only make it feel so much worse when it eventually falls apart - and you know it will, because when you’re involved everything always does.  It’s inevitable.  

“You know what, I think I might just go home,” you say quickly, before he’s even managed to pull on his gloves to take out the apple pie you can smell cooking in the oven.  He falters, coming to a standstill between the kitchen counters, and when you finally bring yourself to look at him it makes your heart thud painfully.  “I don’t feel too good.”  

“Ok, let me drive you-”

“It’s fine, I’ll get a cab.”  If you say ‘it’s fine’ one more time this evening you think you might punch yourself in the face.  It’s not fine, nothing is, but you know it’s best you pull away a little now, before you both get in too deep. At least it might help to soften the blow.  

“Ok….” you hear him mumble as he turns off the oven and you pull on your coat.  He walks you to the door, and now it’s him that can’t look at you.  “Hope you feel better soon.”  

“Thanks.”

“See you soon?”

“See you soon,” you reply, and it feels like a goodbye.   

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Yoongi

“So I was thinking; there’s a new Mexican place that’s opened,” Yoongi tells you, his voice sounding even lower than usual over the phone after he’s clearly just woken up.  “You wanna go check it out sometime?”

“Hm… I dunno,” you mumble, rolling over in bed, your cell smushed between your ear and the pillow.  

“C’mon, their churros are supposed to be the shit.”  Despite yourself, you end up smiling at Yoongi’s words.  You wish you hadn’t though.  That momentary flicker of happiness now just makes you feel all the more miserable as you stare at the picture of Yoongi and you you’ve got pinned to your bedside cabinet.  

“I don’t really like Mexican food…”  You’re trying so hard to find an excuse not to make plans, to avoid seeing him for a little while.  It’s not that you don’t care about Yoongi.  Jesus, you most definitely do - but therein lies the problem.  It’s starting to feel scary now, how close you’re becoming.  You’re seeing each other too often, he’s texting you every day, and it feels wrong now if you go to sleep without hearing him say goodnight.  This growing dependency on him, this vulnerability; it’s terrifying.  

“Since when?” he scoffs, and all you can do in reply is sigh.  There’s a silence on the other end of the line, and in the end you have to roll away from that picture of the two of you that you love so much.  His eyes are too penetrating, too perceptive, even in a frozen image.  “What about chinese then?  You love chinese.”   He’s right, you do, and there’s no way you can deny that - not when the last time you went you ended up stuffing your face so much that he had to nurse you with a bad belly for the rest of the night.  

“Can I maybe just take a raincheck?  I’ve got so much work to do, Yoongi, and I’m sure you’re busy too.”  

There’s silence again but this time it feels uncomfortable, and it’s making you fidget even without being able to see the frosty expression you know he’ll be wearing right now.  

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Noona?  I’ve done it enough times myself to know when someone’s holding back.”  You swallow hard, staring at the wall and starting to chew your thumbnail nervously.  What are you supposed to say when he’s called you out like that; made you feel like the idiot you know you are?

He gives you an adequate amount of time to reply, to turn back from this road you’re travelling down, but when no response comes you hear him sigh, even his voice turning cold when his next words travel into your ears.  

“Either call me when you’re ready to get real, or don’t bother calling me at all.”  

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Hoseok

“Ah, babygirl, that was amazing.”  Hobi’s still panting from exertion as he lies next to you, staring at the ceiling with the goofiest of grins on his faces.  He’s always like this after you’ve had sex, always deliriously happy, like every time you do it is his first time, and you know what’s coming next.  

He rolls onto his side, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover your naked, sticky bodies and then snuggling closer, slinging his arm over his hip and pulling you close, sweat be damned.  He always gets so affectionate too, so tactile when he’s dosed up on oxytocin, and though at first you loved it, lately it’s become nothing but a source of anxiety to you.  It’d be fine if cuddling was all it was, but it’s not just that.  No, Hobi insists on lying there staring at you like you’re his everything, his entire world, his eyes taking in every little of your face until you end up laughing and batting him away, telling him to stop being such a freak.  

You don’t want him to look at you like that and nor do you want to be placed on his pedestal; not when you know it’ll make your inevitable fall from grace so much higher and more painful.   You don’t deserve all these loving looks and touches, not when you’re going to break his heart.  Though you don’t yet know how it’ll happen yet you know it will, because it’s just what you do.  

“I wish we could do this all day, every day,” he says wistfully, reaching up to thumb your cheek, staring back into your eyes.  You try to diffuse things with humour, rolling your eyes and pushing his hand away from your face, trying to ignore the way hurt flickers across his face.  

“That’s ‘cus you’re a horny bastard, Hobi.”  You sit up to put some distance between you, running your fingers through your hair to try and put it right.  Of course, he then sits up too, smoothing out the part of your hair at the back you can’t see to fix with his gentle hands.   

“Not just for that,” he persists, smiling cheekily, “I just like having you here, sex or no sex.  C’mon, wouldn’t you love to wake up to this face every morning?”   

“I guess,” you answer non-committedly, trying not to let your mind even hope to dream of your life ever being so wonderful.  You need to get out of here, before he starts dangling more perfect happy-ever-afters in front of your face, lies that you know will never come true.  Finding your underwear you start to get dressed, avoiding the questioning look in Hobi’s eyes.

“I thought you didn’t have to work today?”

“Yeah…” You pull your sweater on, glad that it hides your face, even for just a second.  “But I’ve got a lot I need to get done so…”  

“I’d kind of… I mean I’d planned on us having the whole day together…” he says quietly, unable to hide the disappointment and confusion on his face.  “If I’d known you were gonna go so soon I wouldn’t have-”

“Don’t worry, Hobi, it was fun.” You slip your feet into your shoes, practically running to his bedroom door as soon as they’re on, forcing a false smile on your face.  “I had fun.”  Fun, that’s all it is… it’s all it was ever supposed to be.  You weren’t supposed to end up liking him, needing him, lovin- “Let me know next time you wanna hook up.”  

“Hook up,” he repeats, his voice breaking.  Hobi looks like you’ve just plunged a knife straight into his heart, and though it breaks your own to see him in so much pain, you know it’s for the best.  Better now, rather than later.  “Right… sure.”  

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Namjoon

“So… what do you think?”  

What do you think?  You think the song you just heard was amazing; one of the best Namjoon’s ever written, and that’s saying a lot when he’s so ridiculously talented to begin with.  You’re stunned, dumbstruck by the fact he’d write such beautiful lyrics about you, for you, and if you were a better person you’d probably start to cry with joy that your boyfriend wants to tell the world just how much you mean to him.  

But you’re not a good person, not like him, not even close, so instead of telling Namjoon how proud you are of him, how much you’ve come to love him, you say anything you can think of to drive a wedge between you.

“I don’t think you should put it on the album,” you say blankly, trying to keep your face impassive as you look back into his hopeful eyes.  “I don’t think the executives would be happy with it.”  His face falls, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to fathom you’re unexpected response.  You see his jaw clench, and you know he’s trying so hard to brace himself for whatever constructive criticism he thinks is coming.  It’s taken a long time for him to learn to do that so graciously; yet another skill he’s mastered.

“You don’t like it?  I know the bridge needs some work, but I can fix-”

“The song’s fine, Joonie,” you interrupt, making him pause mid-swivel in his chair to turn back to you rather than his desk.  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.  ARMY won’t like you shoving your love-life in their faces - they want you guys permanently single so they can keep all their little fantasies about you.” Namjoon seems stunned into silence for a moment, and honestly, you’re a little impressed at just how reasonable your argument sounds too.  Cold, yes, but logical.  Surely with his big brain Namjoon should be happy enough accept your reasoning and let it lie?  

He’s quiet for a long while, face pensive until he finally get up out of his chair and comes to sit beside you, taking your hand.

“I don’t care.  We’ve always been able to write write the music we want… how we want it.  And the fans want us to be happy.”  Well… how do you argue with that?  He sits stroking the back of your hand with his thumb while he waits for you to say something, and now your mind has gone blank, unable to think of anything to say that won’t just sound harsh or cruel.  

“You might be happy to tell the world about us, Joonie but… I’m not.”  Harsh it is then.  You take your hand back, clamping both of them between your legs as you look to the floor, avoiding the hurt in his eyes.  “We never said this was going to be anything serious.”

“I see.”  His voice is tight, controlled as he speaks, suddenly sitting up straighter. He waits for a second, perhaps to see if you’ll sat any more, take it all back, but when you don’t he simply returns to his desk, facing the screen like you’re not even there.  “You may as well go home… I’m gonna be up all night trying to re-write this.”  

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin

Your phone goes off for what feels like the hundredth time today, an unpleasantly harsh trill that shrieks through your otherwise quiet apartment, and once again you have to fight the urge to look, to read the text you know is waiting for you there.  If you look you’re more likely to reply, and you’re trying so, so hard to give yourself some space, to put some distance between you and the man you’re getting far too close to.  

You know what it’ll say anyway, more or less.  It’ll be Jimin being his usual sweet self, asking if you’re ok, asking you to please, please get back to him.  Why aren’t you replying?  Are you sure you’re ok?  Do you need him to come over?  Why are you so quiet?  It’s killing you. Every time your phone goes off it feels like a punch to the gut, because you do so desperately want to reply.  But you can’t, you mustn’t.  You’ve gotten too attached to him, too attached to this perfect boy whom all the girls want to touch.

You’re not stupid.  You’ve seen his fan-pages, you’ve seen the things they say about him.  And it’s not like you can blame them, but you’re too insecure to deal with having a boyfriend who’s wanted by so many.  You’ve been cheated on once before, and it’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises he’s too good for you and does the same; finds another girl who’s prettier and thinner and more interesting than you.  It’s better for you to protect yourself now, to pull away while you still can, before it’s too late.  

So you ignore his messages even as tears roll down your cheeks, lying on the sofa and holding yourself, just waiting for it to stop hurting so much.  Time passes, although you don’t keep track of how much; all you know is that eventually it goes dark outside, and your tired eyes are just starting to droop when all of a sudden your doorbell rings, jolting you awake again.  

You shuffle your way over to the door, half-asleep and wrapped in your blanket, pulling it open before you think to look through the spy-hole to check who it is.  Of course it would be Jimin standing there to see you looking like this, like the mess that you are, his eyes widening as he takes in your bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby… baby, what’s wrong?” He steps inside before you can stop him, wrapping you up in his arms over the top of your blanket, pulling your head into the crook of his neck.  

You don’t want this, or at least for second you try to tell yourself that you don’t… but it’s just no use.  Relenting, you let yourself be held by him, inhaling the scent of his aftershave that’s become synonymous with happiness and giving yourself over to it all, at least for now.  You let him kiss you with your face in his hands, let him promise you that he’ll make it all ok, and you let yourself believe in this lie, just for a little while longer.  

“You know I love you… Whatever it is, baby, we’ll fix it… I love you,” he tells you over and over, his face pressed into your hair and all you can do is cry because you know you love him too, and you know it’ll never be enough.  

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung

“Tae, Tae, stop it!” you giggle, trying your best to throw him off whilst ensuring you’re clenching your pelvic floor as hard as you possibly can; he’s be tickling you for what feels like forever now, and you’ll be damned if you give him the satisfaction of peeing yourself for him to tease you about that too.  

“Not until you call me Oppa!” he shouts back, sat on your stomach, his bony fingers digging into your ribs as he grins down at you.  He’s such a masochist - you know he’s getting off on this really, watching you squirm and struggle.

“You’re like one month older than me, weirdo!”

“Op-pa!” he persists, accentuating every syllable, his eyes narrowing when you shake your head.  His fingertips start to creep towards your armpits, your weakest spot, and no matter how hard you try to push his hands away he’s just too strong.  You barely make it ten seconds before you’re shouting ‘oppa’ over and over again, tears streaming from your eyes, just wanting it to end.  Finally, he relents, sitting up with a satisfied smirk on his face.

That’s when you chose your moment to strike.  You reach out to twist his nipples through his shirt, grinning wickedly, but before you can do anything Taehyung’s grabbed both your wrists and pinning them above your head, growling like an animal.  A beat passes where you just look at each other, both out of breath, and then you’re laughing again, in hysterics as you so often are when you’re together, only stopping when Taehyung eagerly crashes his lips against yours.

You expect the kiss to become more passionate, if anything, so you’re surprised when it gets softer, Tae letting go of your wrists to stroke his hands gently through your hair and down onto your face.  When he pulls away, still rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks, there’s something shining in his eyes that you’ve never seen from him before, some emotion that until now has been unknown.  You know exactly what it is though, you know because it’s exactly the same thing you can feel swelling in your own chest.  

He opens his mouth to speak, and that’s when you panic.  You’re not ready to hear those words again, and you’re certainly not ready to say them again.  Not after last time, not after what happened when-

You sit up abruptly, pushing him off you and hurrying to stand, grabbing your jacket from the sofa to leave before Taehyung snatches it back from your hand after having stood up almost as quickly as you.  He look so confused, his mouth hanging open, head tilted to the side as he tries to make sense of your sudden and unexpected change in behaviour.

“What’s-”

“Just don’t say it, Tae,” you snap, snatching your jacket back but just holding it there by your side, fist clenched, “I don’t want to hear it, ok?  Don’t say it, because you can’t take it back.”  

“Jagiya…” he whispers softly, his eyes starting to mist over with moisture, chin practically trembling as you flinch away from the touch of his hand.  

“Just… just leave it, please?”  You sound like you’re begging, on the verge of tears now too, and before he can try to reach out to you again you run from his apartment, leaving Taehyung to dissolve into tears, wondering how on earth it all suddenly went so wrong.  

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Jungkook

He’s been getting possessive lately - it’s all too obvious for anyone who looks to see.  Every time you hang out with the rest of the group he keeps getting all… handsy.  Not in an inappropriate way or anything, but any time you’re talking to another guy he’ll just casually wrap his arm around your waist or lay it across your shoulder, like he’s subtly marking his territory.

You’re sure other girls wouldn’t mind.  They’d probably love to have someone like Jungkook lay his claim on them, thrilled to be considered such a prize worth protecting, but when he does it to you all you can think about is your ex-boyfriend and how he used to be exactly the same. Jealous, possessive, irrational, constantly accusing you of cheating even though he was the one that was fucking your best friend behind your back.  Ex-best friend, should you say.  

There’s a lot of ex’s in your past, for one reason or another, and that’s why after a few dates you’re still resisting Jungkook’s attempts to make the two of you into something more.  You can do without another ex to add to your list, thank you very much, no matter how much you can feel him getting under your skin with each and every day that passes.  That’s just another reason why you want to keep him at arm’s length - you can’t afford to let yourself be vulnerable.  Not again.  You’re not letting anyone hurt you like that ever again.  

Jungkook seems to be feeling particularly threatened today, though you’re not entirely sure why.  Perhaps it’s because of the skirt you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way Yoongi keeps looking at you from across the room, but either way it’s starting to get your back up.  He doesn’t own you, and it’s the desire to show Jungkook exactly that that eventually drives you across to the other side of the studio to sit down next to Yoongi, smiling like a cheshire cat.  

You can feel his eyes on you the moment you strike up a conversation, eyes that you pointedly ignore, choosing instead to act like everything Yoongi says is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.  You lean your body into his, leaning your head on his shoulder as you laugh, placing your hand on his thigh and leaving it to linger there far longer than necessary.  Yoongi’s loving every second of it, lapping it up until Jungkook finally snaps and comes striding over, trying to look casual and failing miserably at doing so.

“Namjoon wants you,” he tells Yoongi, not even looking at his elder as he says it.  No, his eyes are fixed on you, full of both anger and hurt, and the moment Yoongi gets up with a groan Jungkook is taking his spot, flopping down at your side.  You see him tick his head to the side, clenching his jaw in the silence that follows, and find yourself smiling before you can help it at his adorable habit.  

God damn it, you really need to put a stop to this now, before you get even more attached than you already are.  

“Why were you acting like that?” he asks after a moment, once he’s sure the rest of his friends are sufficiently preoccupied.

“Acting like what?” you reply, sounding as innocent as possible, and you know it’s pissing him off because his jaw clenches again, his hands balling into fists and relaxing again where they hang over his knees.

“Flirting with Yoongi like that.  You were all over him.”  

“So?” you blurt out, only realising after you’ve already said it just how cold and callous you sound.  Jungkook actually looks taken aback when you turn your head to the side to look at him, his usually soft, doe eyes widened in confusion, no anger left to see.  

“So…?” he repeats quietly.  You stare him out, trying not to flinch at the sharp feeling of guilt that stabs through you when he falters first, turning his head with a shake and looking to the ground, swallowing against the lump you can guess that’s forming in his throat.  “I thought…”

“We’ve been on like… what… four dates, Jungkook?”  You sound condescending and cruel, and you hate yourself for it.  What a heartless bitch those exs have turned you into, huh?  “You can’t tell me you thought it was serious?”  

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

glitch-bitch-mccree  asked:

I'm low-key expecting Mark to only vaguely explain anything during the stream. "So did Will kill him" "well abe sure seems to think so" or "celine is a sack of shit right?" "Well what do you think"

i will personally beg to fight him again. until he punches me dead square in the face.

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Scalp hair! As makeup! :D The left pictures are without the scalp blush, and the right images are with it.

Figuring out how to put makeup on the scalp turned out to be a trickier endeavor than I initially thought it would be, but after a few hours of fiddling I finally got it to work. Unfortunately I don’t think there’s any way to do a hairline that overlays the face as part of the same CASP/package as the scalp overlay makeup, which means that the transition might look a bit abrupt in a couple of places depending on the hairstyle (as you can see in the bottom right picture). However, I can make hairline makeup that will line up with the scalp makeup, and if you use them both together it should look much more natural.

Anyway, I know this might seem like a silly, unnecessary thing as most hairs already come with scalp textures, but there are some styles that I believe will benefit from it, such as those with giant foreheads or ugly parts. I still need to create some more variations as well as the matching hairlines, but I will try to get it finished and uploaded this week. :)

Inspired by a conversation I had with @spladoum​ and @ice-creamforbreakfast​. I hope y’all like it! <3

Ok so can you believe this was almost 3 years ago?

I can’t believe it was it was that long ago but let me tell you something, rewatching it gives me the same feels I felt then. Dropped me right back to it and made the time sort of disappear.

Cause man that was a good day.

Now it seems like hugs aren’t as big of deal because Daryl has gotten way better at that physical contact thing of late so its not the ‘special’ thing it was but I still think back to that one and realize just how HUGE it was. How much of a game-changer in many ways because think about it.

The way his looked when he saw her standing there. And the way he ran to her. We’d never seen this happen before. Burying his face in his shoulder and squeezing her so tight he lifted her off the ground.  I mean how beautiful was it to see this display of raw emotion.

And of course he did this too..

He blubbered tears of happiness and couldn’t contain himself to the point he had to nuzzle her shoulder. And he did this in front of everyone he did not give two shits who saw him do it.

And for Carol, the acceptance and love felt right away came immediatly from Daryl first. What she had done hadn’t mattered in the slightest because she was immediately swept up into this man who loves her so much he lost control his emotion on sight of her.

This was such a beautiful thing and it may have been 3 years and there is a lot of water under the bridge but man was that something to  see. Every time I see it I feel legitmized. I feel the feels and emotions of it because it’s  that strong to this day.

I watch scenes and I remember why I ship it.

Because that was truly special, and nobody is taking it from me.

(gifs by @oohhshiny)

mmishaya  asked:

“I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.” Blupjeans

IM BLESSED THANK YOU

I cried like three times while writing this. Blupjeans is just too good.



Barry was made to hold her.

It’s just a passing thought but the longer it sticks in her head, the more Lup finds it to be the irrevocable truth. Barry’s arms, thick and little  long for his body fit around her shoulders perfectly.There’s a notch over his heart where her head was always meant to be. Whatever force stitched Barry J Bluejeans together had done so knowing that one day Lup would come along and fill that her shaped space in the soft curve of his body. And as this absolute truth becomes clear to her,  laying in his embrace while they stare up at yet another unfamiliar sky, Lup realizes she was made for Barry too.

His hands find the groves on her hips meant for him every time without fail. His chin slots into the juncture of her neck like the clasp on a locket, Lup knows for certain that she’s not going anywhere. They were made to fill the little spaces in each other like gears are made to fit together in a clock. Inexplicably connected.

Lup tightens her arm around his belly a squeeze with all her might. She’s was always meant to be here, right here, forever.

Barry brings their joined hands to his lips and kisses the backs of her fingers. “Looks like I was wrong.” he mutters.

“Again” she corrects, burying her face in his shoulder. Barry smells like whisky and Lup’s favorite lemon scented floor cleaner. “But what are you wrong about this time specifically, babe.”

Calloused fingers stroke back her hair. “I always think- ‘this is it, I’ll never be able to love her more then I love her right now’- but you proven me wrong once again.” Barry mutters. She lifts her head from its home in his shoulder to look at him. The moon is reflected twice in his glasses and his eyes are full of stars. “You fill me up with so much Lup, more- anything than I ever thought was possible to feel. I’ve never been this happy before.” he kisses her hand again. “I’ve never been this in love before.” he kisses her cheek, teasingly close to the corner of her mouth. Lup thinks she’s going to burst into a pile of warm, wet goo on the ground. She has to do something with the happy heat rising in her chest before she explodes.

“I love you Barry” She sighs and the words come out. Easy, so easy, always easy. “I love you so fucking much”

Barry doesn’t squeeze her hard enough to break her. No-  Barry was made to hold her just like this. Both of them with heart swelling in their chests and fingers interwoven between them. The spaces between their fingers couldn’t possibly hold any one else.

Barry beams at her. “I think I’d like to kiss you now” he growls, and Lup throws her head back and laughs.
“I think I’d like that.”

Her hand is so warm

Falling for Barry was so easy. Lup never knew that love this passionate and free was out there. A love like this-it’s worth protecting. It’s worth fighting for, everyday, forever.

Lup will never forget the feeling of their hands clasped tight like this, or the feeling of his mouth on her own.

She’ll fight. God, will she fight. She will never stop fighting for the heat between their fingers.

reason to stay - part two

a/n: after a very long time I finally wrote part two of ‘reason to stay’. I’m sure you’ve all forgotten about this, but enjoy!

– word count: 1,591

– warnings: none!

part one

“What?” The words left Shawn’s lips before he had even fully processed what you just told him.

“I’m pregnant.” You say again, waiting for any signs of any emotion from Shawn.

He stares at you, the tears finally spilling down his cheeks, “Really?”

You nod, stepping closer to him. The bags fall from his hands and he drops to his knees, resting his hands on your hips. He rests his forehead against your stomach, taking deep breaths. You run your fingers through his hair, your tears falling harder than before.

After a couple of minutes you get down on your knees in front of Shawn, taking his face in your hands. He moves your hands away and buries his face in the crook of your neck, tears still wetting his cheeks. You grab his face again gently and make him look at you, wiping his tears with your thumbs.

“Shawn. Shawn, look at me…” you say softly.

He slowly looks at you, his eyes red.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says quietly.

“No, no, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’ve been expecting too much from you. Besides, I threw a plate at you.” You whisper, kissing his forehead with a small laugh.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “(Y/n), you expected everything you should’ve from me, I just didn’t meet those expectations like I should have. I deserved to have a plate thrown at me and you didn’t hit me so it doesn’t count.”

“There’s no winning this is there?” You ask with a small smile, gently running your thumbs over Shawn’s cheeks.

“No way.” He shakes his head.

You kiss him quickly, looking directly into his eyes, “Shawn, we need to have a serious talk though.”

He nods, standing up and pulling you up with him. He leads you to the couch, turning to face you. You sit on the couch criss-cross, facing Shawn.

“Did you mean it?” You ask, looking down at your hands.

“Mean what?” He asks, gently making you look at him.

“You said you ‘guess we just fell out of love’. Did you mean it? Do you really not love me anymore?”

Shawn’s expression softens as he looks you in the eyes.

“Of course I still love you, (Y/n).”

“Then why did you say it? I mean you were about to walk out.”

He stares at you, “I don’t know. It was heat of the moment. I was so sure you didn’t love me and wanted me to leave. I really wanted you to say something, anything to make me stay. You really outdid yourself here.”

You laugh softly and take his hands in yours, “I mean, I had a nice way to tell you all planned out, but obviously that didn’t work.”

“Obviously.” He grins.

You sigh and run your fingers through your hair. You were suddenly exhausted and just wanted to relax.

“What’s wrong?” Shawn asks, cupping your face in his hands.

“Just ready to relax.”

“I’ll run you a bath.”

Before you can say anything Shawn is already up and in the bathroom. You walk into the bathroom to see Shawn leaning next to the tub, running the water over his hand to make sure it’s not too hot. He knows exactly how warm you like the water. When Shawn notices you he stands up and helps you get undressed, his fingers grazing over your stomach. Shawn leans over and grabs a hair-tie, putting your hair up for you before getting undressed himself. Shawn steps into the tub, sitting down and getting situated before you slide in and lean against his chest.

“I’m really sorry about how everything went down earlier and for what I said.” He says, gently running his fingers up and down your thighs.

“So am I.”  You lean your head back against Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn wraps his arms around your torso, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. You close your eyes, sighing contently. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a final kiss on the soft skin against his lips.

“I really do love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You smile.


“What would you name them?” You ask Shawn after a while.

He takes a minute to think, “If they’re a girl, I think Melody would be pretty. For a boy, Jonathan.”

“I really like those.”

“What about middle names? Melody Grace? Jonathan Michael?” Shawn shrugs.

“Shawn, how long have you been thinking of names for our children?”

“Longer than you think.” He chuckles.

“Good. Now we don’t have to worry about having to think of a name later on.”

“Well, we still have to think of a name.”

“No, I like those names. Melody Grace Mendes. Jonathan Michael Mendes. They both have a pretty nice ring to them, eh?”

“I guess they do.” He holds you closer to him, a smile on his face.

“I bet the little one is gonna have your mop of curls.” You grin, thinking about what the baby could look like.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I hope they have your eyes and nose too. Oh, and musical talent.” You play around with Shawn’s fingers.

“I hope they get everything else from you though.”

“Yeah, really. Don’t want then to end up with your giant hands.” You joke.

“Wow. I see how it is.”

“Aaliyah is gonna love the hell out of this kid.”

“Boy, is that right.”

“Speaking of Aaliyah, when are we gonna tell our families? And how?”

“We can tell them this weekend. Liyah will be home and she said she wants to see us. As for how, I don’t know.” He leaves a kiss behind your ear.

“We’ve got a few days to come up with something.


The day has come where you tell Shawn’s family you’re pregnant. You walk into the house, Aaliyah practically tackling you and Shawn in a hug. You wrap your arms around her and squeeze her tight.

"Missed you kid.” You say as you step back.

“Missed you too.” She smiles.

You hand her an envelope that has her name neatly written on it and she flips it over, about to open it.

“Hold on,” You stop her, “Wait for your parents.”

She stops, but nods, looking at Shawn.

“So, no 'I missed you more than anything. You’re the most amazing sister and I can’t believe I go so long at a time without seeing you’?”

Shawn laughs and pulls her into another hug, kissing the top of her head, “I missed you, Liyah.”

“I missed you too, Shawn.” She grins.

“Where are mom and dad?” Shawn asks, looking around.

“Out back.”

You walk out back and hand them each their own envelope.

“Don’t open them yet. I want you and Aaliyah to open them at the same time.”

“Did you do that thing where you randomly get us all the same gift again?” Manny asks, looking at you.

“Maybe.” You reply before walking back inside.


Everyone is sitting together in the living room, Manny, Karen, and Aaliyah opening their envelopes. They open the cards inside and read what you’ve written before looking up at you.

“Are you serious?” Aaliyah asks before anyone else can.

“Yeah.” You and Shawn both nod.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” She jumps up hugging you, followed my Manny and Karen before they move to hug Shawn.

“Congrats you guys!” Karen says, a huge smile on her face.

You and Shawn both thank her before turning to Aaliyah.

“Liyah. Listen here young lady. You can’t tell anyone about this yet because not everyone knows and we want to wait a while before telling the public.” You say.

She nods, “Okay. Secret is safe with me.”

Aaliyah looks down at the card still in her hands, “What did your cards say? Mine said: I can’t wait for you to play hockey with me. We’ll have a lot of fun when I’m beating you on the ice. I already know we’ll be best friends. Can’t wait to meet you, Auntie Liyah. Love, baby Mendes.”

We’ll have the best of times hanging out together. You can teach me how to perfectly decorate for every occasion. Can’t wait to meet you, Grandma. Love, baby Mendes.” Karen reads.

Manny looks at his and reads it out loud, “We’re going to have a blast when I get there. You’ll spoil me and sneak behind mom and dad’s backs sometimes. I’ll have you wrapped around my little finger. Can’t wait to meet you, Grandpa. Love, baby Mendes.

You look at Shawn and hand him an envelope, “Baby Mendes has a note for you too.”

Shawn opens the envelope and reads it so everyone can hear, “I can’t wait for you to teach me how to play guitar and I can’t wait for you to sing me to sleep. I can’t wait for you to hold me until I fall back asleep after a bad dream. I can’t wait for you to teach me how to love with every part of me and for you to show me how to be respectful and kind to everyone no matter what. I can’t wait for you to write a song that will be our song. I know you’ll love me forever no matter what. Can’t wait to meet you, Daddy. Love, you baby.

Shawn pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head when he finishes reading it.

“I love you.” He whispers into your hair.

“I love you too.”

He pulls back and gives you a kiss before wiping the tears from his eyes.

You knew Shawn was going to be the best dad to your child and you couldn’t wait for all the moments to come of your little family.

If the Fates Allow (Part 1)

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first oneshot in a family series I’ve been meaning to start for a really, really, really long time with my oc, Evan, and Harry. They’re not in chronological order, but I’ll try my best to organize them well. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any comments, questions, concerns, or lifelong ambitions, please feel free to ask! I also would like to thank @trulymadlysydney , @bribe-the-door , and @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy for beta reading this before it went up. They’ve been amazing. 

Also: Please do NOT post this anywhere else. 

So without further adue, I present to you my second oneshot ever.


It all started out so innocent. One innocent question with no intent to harm how things were between them. Everything had been good. Well, more than good. It’d been wonderful for both of them. They loved each other. One innocent question had completely destroyed their safe haven and Evan wished she could take it back.

“What do you want in the future? Like, do you want the big house with the lush garden and little ones running around in it? Do you want to get married? All that jazz.” She’d thought nothing of it at the time, and neither did he, really. Sure, the question kind of blindsided him, but neither of them would have even guessed to have been blindsided by the worms opening this can brought. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi lovely! If you're taking requests, would you mind doing a Spider-Man fic where Peter gets really sick at school and for some reason aunt may can't come so tony comes to take him back to the tower and takes care of him?? Thank you so much!!

(Combined because of similarity!! and also wanted to play with different ideas bc lets be real a lot of my spiderman stuff are repetitive!! And also emeto warning later in the fic!)

There’s nothing Aunt May hates more than leaving Peter.

She’s a tough lady, Peter knows this, and she will never admit this, but Aunt May is afraid of leaving him. Peter doesn’t blame her.

She has dealt with loss far too many times. A person with that kind of a heart does not deserve that turmoil. She’s a beautiful woman, and Peter admires her, and he will do anything to keep her happy. He tries to be safe for her, although duty calls, but in the hardest of battles he thinks of her to stay alive.

So when Aunt May was called to do an important business trip down in LA, she was frantic. She had spent the past weeks trying to figure out where Peter should stay, what foods she should leave behind, running over everything with Peter, how much money she should leave, and so on and so forth. Peter admired how much she cared, but all of this wasn’t necessary.

To top it off, Peter had started to develop a bit of a cold. At the time it had been the slightest of coughs, and a bit of a sniffle here and there, but it was enough to send the poor woman into hysterics.

The only thing that eased her troubled mind in the end was Tony Stark’s offer to keep Peter for the week she was gone. It was only then she was able to relax, knowing Peter was in good hands. She had apologised, softly reminding Peter how he was all she had. Peter understood, he really did. He would keep him safe as much as he could. But crime did not wait. The world just kept going and he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. He wasn’t any better than the bad guys if he did.

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There’s so much about Lotor that we don’t know.. 

How old is he? Was he born after Zarkon & Honerva became quintessence zombies, or before? 

I don’t think he has seen Allura face to face…… I’m not sure if he knows about her being alive, actually? 

Do they have history together from before? This would depend on whether he was actually born that long ago, though. 

Speaking of which, how long is a Galra’s lifespan anyways? We know that Zarkon & Haggar are 10,000+ years old because of quintessence, but what about the average Galra? 

Does Lotor know that Haggar used to be Honerva? 

Also. Also!! He knew that his mom was Honerva right? So, like. What does that mean? Does that mean Zarkon told him about her? Or does that mean that he was born when Haggar was still Honerva (aka before they became quintessence zombies) and he still has some memories of her?  

Also, does he know that he’s part Altean? or just that he’s a half-breed? 

What was his childhood like…. with them as parents….? 

Can he…. shapeshift? Seeing as he’s part Altean? (If all Alteans have that ability, that is.)

What did he do to get exiled in the first place?? 

What was he planning on doing with all of that quintessence? 

What is he thinking?? 

anonymous asked:

Can u pls explain "big hands" scene.. I understood why Hinata had to be strong in that situation& her support to naruto, I got the speech.. I know they can't mourn over the loss coz of the circumstances they were in. They have to suck up the pain and move forward to save thier world.. but how can think of a Naruto hands wen neji corpse is right below her feat regardless of the symbolism??since her Thoughts could have been the best medium to show how much she's hurt over the loss of neji.. cont


Okay Anon, you sent me this twice, and both times there was no continuation of the ask, so I suppose I’ll just answer this now.

So initially, you say that you’re aware that they can’t mourn over his death due to the dire circumstances they were in, and that they had to suck up the pain and move forward. But then you go and say that Hinata’s thoughts should have been used to illustrate her immense grief over Neji’s loss, in other words, to mourn over him. So which is it exactly? Because you’re contradicting yourself here.

You say how could she possibly think of Naruto’s hand when Neji’s corpse is right there, as if to say that she was unaffected by his death or something. This is something that I don’t quite understand considering this panel where she has tears streaming down her face:

And this panel where her tears and grief only get worse:

Hinata’s face and expressions alone where enough to connote her pain from losing Neji; her thoughts didn’t need to demonstrate the same thing in order for the point to get across.

However, the panel below of Hinata’s face serves as a fitting contrast to the ones above, because this was the point where she realised that she couldn’t allow Obito to gain the psychological advantage, because as you rightfully said (despite your later contradiction), they couldn’t afford to mourn Neji in that moment when their enemy was directly in front of them.

So, despite the many tear stains on Hinata’s face, which again signified her immense grief at her cousin’s passing:

She steeled herself and gave Naruto that speech which helped him regain his belief. In your second ask, you mention how her thoughts could have been used to portray the effort she was making to stand strong for Naruto’s sake, but that was one of the main points of her speech in the first place. So why should her thoughts have been about showing her efforts to stand strong, when she had literally just done that mere seconds prior with her speech?

Another thing is that for some reason, people tend to zero in on the fact that Hinata was thinking about Naruto’s hand, and they bash her for it. Yet, they never actually pay attention to why she was thinking about his hand, because that’s the part that actually matters. It was because it gave her comfort, it gave her the strength to keep fighting despite the loss that she had just suffered:

It was a recurring theme in the series for Naruto to be depicted as this warm ray of sunshine whose mere presence and aura alone were able to lift people, and this was just more of the same. She was thinking about his hand because as she was holding it, the contagious nature of Naruto’s will was amplified.

Besides Anon, when the time came for mourning…

That’s precisely what they did. Neji wasn’t just some afterthought to Hinata whenever Naruto was concerned. She did what she had to do during the war because she couldn’t allow Obito’s provocations to break what was essentially the Allied Forces’ greatest hope, and steeled herself, despite her immense grief.

the new two-face movie is real good and cheesy so far but i think my favorite part is harvey dent flirting with batman while telling him he has a date with bruce wayne right after this and robin’s face.

anonymous asked:

How do I ask someone to be in a queer-platonic relationship?

My personal opinion is that handling this can go a few ways. I’m just gonna lay out a basic structure for working out what feels right to you.

  1. Consider what a queerplatonic relationship is to you, and what you want out of it. Maybe write down, draw, or just think about the things you’re looking for and why, including the level of commitment and intimacy, the physical acts, emotional acts, etc. Work out where your boundaries are, and what specifically you want. 

  2. Lay out how this is different from a friendship, or if it’s different from a friendship. Is it just the feelings involved? The commitment and intimacy? The acts? Also be sure to consider whether you need this new kind of relationship with them, label included, and whether you can be friends with this person even if they turn you down.

    If it’s not different from a regular friendship, to you, this is where you should weigh your options:
    1. Pursue a regular friendship with this person without even bringing it up, or:
    2. Tell them you’d like to use this label/be friends in this way, but don’t ask for changes in your friendship except maybe a goal in how close you’d like to be with them.

  3. If it IS different from a regular friendship, approach the person about changing the direction of the relationship. You have options here, too:
    1. Use a graphic someone’s made, like this one (link). You can find these just by googling “queerplatonic request form”, if that one’s not your speed. Make sure you give them some heads-up and further explanation, at the very least- especially if they don’t already know what a QPR is. Also ensure they have time to think about it on their own. 
    2. Have a sit-down conversation with the person about where you’re at now, where you want to be, what it means, what it entails, and why. Explain all of the stuff you’ve considered, and make sure you offer to give them some time to think about it on their own. Get some feedback, give them room to set boundaries and comfort levels, and work out the path forward together. 

Hopefully this helps, and good luck!

- Face

Madison is an abuser. I don’t care what you think about Troy, but she exploited his need for for a non-abusive maternal figure, manipulated him for her own gain, and when he was starting to head on the right path, she snaps and kills him. The look on his face after the first hit made me sad tbh. Things were going well for him. He made friends with Nick, thought he was close with Madison and then BOOM… gets hit in the head with a hammer by that stale and terrible lady.

anonymous asked:

Can we get a preview of your casefile? Just a few sentences? :D

Oh, twist my rubber arm. Some office flirtin’ from Chapter 2. Keep in mind that this is nowhere near anything resembling an edited or completed excerpt… 

“Morning, Mulder. Order up.” She handed him his coffee, and his long fingers dragged against her knuckles as he took it from her. He pried the plastic lid from the cup, sipped at the mouth of the rim, and immediately made a face.

“Ugh, Scully, I think I got yours. Mine’s the two cream, three sugar.”

Scully lowered herself into her chair and crossed her legs in a swoosh of nylon, cradling her own cup protectively in both hands. “No, that one’s definitely yours. And it’s with milk today, Mulder, and honey. As your physician, I think it’s high time I stopped enabling your processed sugar addiction.”

He leered at her over the rim of his glasses before taking them off and flinging them carelessly across the desk. “…Fine,” he grumbled, “But calling me honey isn’t gonna save your ass if this is decaf.”