i told myself i wasn't going to do this

I keep seeing posts about how Henry went to the EF, fell in love and had Lucy, and then ended back in Seattle but that’s not what happened. I know it’s confusing since in this show memory curses are so common but Lucy doesn’t know Henry when he answers the door implying that she has never met her father before that moment. The EF sequences were in the future happening sometime after Lucy knocks on his door and A&E confirmed this when they called them flash forwards. 

I actually think this signals a shift in the storytelling from flashing back to flashing forward. So we will have one storyline that is Henry and Lucy in the modern world dealing with the new curse/cursed people and a second storyline that flashes forward to the EF and the conflict with this gathering darkness. I think the main thrust of the season is going to be getting us to the point where Henry disappears (or maybe half of the season). We may still get flashbacks for key pieces of information but it won’t be a continual flashback into the characters past. 


Prompt Week #1 - May 8th: Caramelized Spicy Cashews

Based on a New Year’s party I went to this year. Trott’s outfit blatantly stolen from a very pretty boy at the New Year’s party before that. 

  • Hanji: "The Attack Titan"
  • Eren: Huh?
  • Hanji: That's what you just did. You stared into the middle distance and said "The Attack Titan" without any prompting.
  • Armin: Well I guess he did do that.
  • Levi: Who gives a shit. He's 15. He's an edgelord. Of course he's going to stare into the middle distance and say dramatic shit.
  • Hanji: Also you're free to go. Let's go see the queen.
  • ---------------------------
  • Historia: Hey bitches.
  • Everyone: All hail the queen.
  • Historia: Jesus christ guys it's still me. No need for that. Also Let's go read Ymir's letter.
  • --------Ymir's letter--------
  • Ymir: Sup Historia. Reiner's letting me write this letter, but he's reading everything I write so I figure this is a good time to mention that Reiner will never, EVER get laid.
  • Ymir: Anyways, sorry I left you. I don't know what came over me.
  • Ymir: So basically here's my backstory. I used to be an orphan but this guy gave me the name Ymir. I started calling myself Ymir and everyone started worshipping my ass. But then some guys (read: Marley) came along and told me my ass was whack but I responded "Bitch my ass fine and also I'm a goddess" even though I wasn't.
  • Ymir: Not a goddess, that is. My ass fine.
  • Ymir: Anyways, they sent me to Paradis and made me into a Titan and yadda yadda you know the rest.
  • Ymir: They are probably going to kill me now. It was a good life, though. I'm happy with it.
  • Ymir: I do have one regret, though.
  • Ymir: I never got to marry you.
  • ----------Later that day---------
  • Zackley: Okay guys so we haven't revealed this info to the public yet. Lets go over it real quick and see if we can figure out what to do.
  • Hanji: So basically everyone in the world wants our asses dead.
  • Zackley: Well shit.
  • Hanji: Also, according to Eren's flashback:
  • ----------Eren's Flashback------------
  • OKay Fuck me I'm not sure exactly what this part is saying, but basically the mindless titans were used as military might by Eldians and now are used by Marley. The First King is using the titans to keep the Eldians in "Paradise", but believes that one day all of Eldia should be wiped out, lest it wage war again. One translation says the Marley want to control the titans, another one says they want to kill the titans so they can harvest resources from Paradis. For this goal they need the coordinate. There is a debate in Marley on whether or not to exterminate all Eldians or to use them as weapons. Kruger want Grisha to steal the coordinate so that this debate will open up again... for some reason. I'm waiting for a better translation.:
  • -----------Back to present day-------------
  • Zackley: So pretty much, if I'm understanding this, if a Reiss has the coordinate then we can't use the power, but if a non-Reiss has the coordinate we can't use the power.
  • Hanji: Ya
  • Eren: *Remembers he could use it when he touched smiling titan*
  • Eren: *Remembers smiling titan is Dina, and therefore royalty*
  • Eren: *Realizes if he tells people this they might make him eat Historia to merge with royal blood and unlock coordinate*
  • Eren: *Says nothing because he doesn't want Historia to die and let's be real she probably tastes terrible*
  • -----------Back to Eren's Flashback----------
  • Kruger: Grisha, when you get to the walls, start a family.
  • Grisha: And just betray Dina?
  • Kruger: Yeah boi
  • Kruger: You have to. Otherwise we will continue to repeat the same mistakes and the same history again and again.
  • Kruger: You have to do it if you want to save Mikasa and Armin.
  • Grisha: Who the fuck are Mikasa and Armin?
  • Kruger: I have no fucking clue. Why the fuck did I say that?
  • ----------Chapter End-------------------
  • me yesterday: I feel really happy! God, I can't kill myself yet. I'm going to miss out on so many amazing experiences - I haven't even graduated yet! I want to live. I can do this.
  • me this morning: Can somebody hand me some hardcore drugs and a gun so I can leave this godforsaken place already? I can't fucking do this anymore.

anonymous asked:

Hi! You guys have been super helpful in the past. So thank you for all that you do. ☺I have a hard one though. Some JUST posted a 7/12 fic where Rick secretly stashes away a wedding dress for Michonne on their run. They were starting to have van sex when I had to go to a meeting. I told myself I would check the tag latter but it wasn't there! Help!

Hi there anon.  Thanks for the request as this sounds extremely interesting.  I had fun searching for, finding, and reading this one.  Enjoy!

A Passionate Moment Alone by ManyNationsWoman


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Ha ha ha ok but given how big he is if y'all did anal he'd be so so sweet and so caring and just easing you into it and being like "it's ok it's ok you need to relax. Can you relax for me? I got you you know I'd never hurt you." "You're doing so good baby girl I'm just going to inch in a little more. See look that wasn't too bad was it? I got you I told you I'd take care of you."

i can’t believe i’m going to wound myself by replying to this. mom always said not to give into bullies but alright.  

Your body’s first instinct is to close up around him, you’re tense and he hasn’t ever been there before. ‘Breathe love,’ he whispers. ‘Deep breaths for me.’ And you’re fisting the sheets so tightly as you try to do as he says. You feel him manage an inch or two further and you’re whimpering loudly into the sheets beneath you. ‘Got to open up for me love.’ He kisses your warm skin. You’re telling yourself to relax, to let go and you don’t even know if that’s working until you hear him groan. ‘Christ—that’s it. Good girl.’ And your breathing starts to settle a little bit, your body getting used to this foreign idea. And he’s managed to push quite a bit inside of you. He’s cursing at the tight fit, at how well you’re taking him and he’s telling you that he knew you’d take him this well. ‘Can I start movin’ love?’ He nearly groans and you nod looking back at him. 

yikes I feel so awful about myself, why do men have to be so awful sometimes.

I’ve tried so hard but I just can’t memorize my pieces. This happens every semester. I improve so much but I never follow through. And I don’t know why. They told me last semester that if I don’t memorize all my pieces this time I won’t pass my jury. And here I am with one piece memorized and 50% of the other one memorized. Honestly, I’m such a disgrace to both me and the music major. It’s embarrassing. And it’s my own fault too. I didn’t practice every night like I should have. I’d sometimes go days without practicing. And i definitely could have started memorizing my pieces way earlier. But I didn’t. Ugh.

Title: finally seeing you

Word Count: 1607

Summary: Much longer than Marinette and Adrien had been dating, Ladybug had fought side-by-side with Chat Noir. Even if they didn’t know anything about each other, they still knew each other.

She would have figured it out earlier if it was true, right?


Adrien hadn’t had time to transform.

He watches the akuma bearing down on him as he tries to protect a young boy with his arms. He realizes how helpless he is. Helpless to fight, helpless to protect himself or this boy, helpless to protect Marinette or to even know where she is. He squeezes his eyes shut and prays that Ladybug can take this one on her own.

And there she is, suddenly, her yo-yo a blur, her face screwed up in concentration, a lock of hair stuck to her cheek with perspiration.

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I was felling very :///// cuz of my mom and I was starting to get upset but I was like ‘nah nah nah nah I know what to do’ so I put my head phone in and started randomly drawing with crayons and while the pictures is shitty it made me feel a lot better so yay for selfcare ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Portal - The Cake

I figured I’d finish off this month of requests with something that almost seems like a rite of passage among video game food people such as myself. The famously dubious cake from Portal.

All memes aside this is actually a really delicious cake. It takes a lot of chocolate, but is perfect for special occasions or birthdays, which is one of the reasons I made it. (My friend even brought over his Wheatly plush to be in the picture!) I hope you have a chance to try out the recipe sometime because this really was a triumph.

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DON’T LOOK, by Rosamund Hodge

There’s one thing I don’t tell the reporters, or the police, or my parents: I knew there was somebody in the room.

There’s always someone in the dark. And I’ve always known.


Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?


I don’t have to finish taking finals. By the time the paramedics say I’m not in any more danger of shock and the police have gotten done talking to me, Mom and Dad have already arrived. They drive me home that afternoon. I huddle in the backseat, dry-eyed and shivering, while Mom and Dad trade worried looks.

They don’t say anything, but I can imagine their hushed voices floating up the stairwell tonight. Dad: Our poor baby girl. What are we going to do? Mom: She’s always been so fragile. She’ll never recover. I could have told you she wasn't—

But Mom thought I was ready, three months ago. She was the one who bought me the car, who told me I was driving to Hunterly College by myself. It’s time to gain some independence, honey. Aren’t you excited?

There was no way I could tell her, Mom, when I’m alone in the car, there’s someone in the backseat.

I hooked in my iPod and played it really loud the whole way. Sometimes music helps, but that time it didn’t. The whole way there, I knew, I knew that somebody was sitting in the backseat, watching me with inhuman, malevolent eyes.

In 125 miles, I managed to only look in the rear-view mirror twice.

Don’t look. That’s always been the rule.

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Curious Minds, returning (hopefully) in May!

“So, what’s going on with you and Harry?” Anya asked after a while, sitting across from me as she handed me the fliers and free drink cards, while I clipped them together.

I almost choked on my saliva at her comment. “Me and – me and Harry?” I spluttered out. “Oh god, please. He’s just – he’s an idiot, that’s what he is.”

anonymous asked:

I'm halfway through college and I realize now that business isn't going to be what I do for a living. After finding your music, I realized I wasn't being fair to myself doing something I wasn't interested in and that fear was keeping me from being happy. Songs like my song, FPW, seventeen, and wild things,(all your album) gave me the feeling I had when I was younger like I can achieve anything. Thank you for giving me the courage to pursue what my gut always told me I was destined for.


I’m not going to write poetry about you
Or about how you took over
Everything I tried to call my own
And I won’t let you take over my poetry as well

I’m not going to write about
All the nights I stayed up
Until after you went to sleep
Knowing that was the only time I had for myself

I’m not going to write poetry about
How horribly you treated me
Or how you told me it was ok
For you to do these things because you loved me

I’m not going to write a poem about you
Not a single one
Because you’ve taken over my world
And these words are the last thing I can call my own

I wasn’t going to write poetry about you
But it looks like you’ve claimed that too

—  This wasn’t supposed to happen

Mike…I’m still pregnant.” / “What?” / “Yeah, it was either lose the case or lose the baby. I did what you did. I split the difference.” / “Does Briggs know?” / “No one knows. Look, I know what it’s like to want to keep driving. Sometimes you gotta pull over and take a rest, you know? This place we found for you is anonymous. You can go tonight.” / “I gotta finish the case, Charlie.” / “No, baby, you gotta get well. You gotta get well.” / “You gotta be ready to quit this shit…and I’m ready. I don’t want to do this. I don’t. …Hey, thank you. Don’t miss your flight. Get out of here.”

Very Abridged Gifland 3.07: “Yeah, it was either lose the case or lose the baby. I did what you did.” ??? “I split the difference.” Oh.

Fanfiction! In Time.

Sooo, this happened when I was waiting for my train. And I told myself I wasn’t gonna write more FF hehe but I guess we all can use a little fluff and comforting thoughts.

1246 words
English is not my 1st language. Go easy ;)

In time.

Aaron sat at the bar, disheartened after another failed deal for the scrapyard. Ever since he’d lost Robert all other things seemed to have gone awry. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t stay focused on work and even he and Adam had fallen out on a numerous of occasions. And he couldn’t tell him why. Outing someone was not something he would do. He knew first hand what that could do to a person.
He’d come close to telling Paddy, backing out in the last second, coming up with some faux story of some first date that didn’t last long.
He’d snarled at his mother enough times for her to know that there was no point in bringing the subject to surface again.
So he sat, at the bar, pint in his hand, licking his wounds in his lonesome. There was just one other person who would understand and he wasn’t around anymore.
He had chosen her.
It had been three months but the thought still made his heart wrench. And he damned himself for getting so wrapped up in someone he knew he could never have. Why had he let himself fall so hard? He had known, and Robert had made it perfectly clear, that nothing could come from their affair. Still, he had hoped. Yeah Robert could be a real ass sometimes, dropping her name into conversations, not realizing how much it hurt him.
But then there was the sweet side to him that he hadn’t seen him display to anyone else: the hugs, the comforting tone of his voice, the arm around his waist during the few nights they had spent together.
“Another one?” Diane’s voice interrupted his thoughts. She nodded at his almost empty glass.
“Nah, you’re alright” he said, swirling the glass but making no attempt of drinking. He just kept staring at the liquid, as if he needed something, anything, to focus on to keep him steady. To keep him from falling.
“I hate seeing you so sad” She nodded her head over at Chas who was on the other side of the bar. “She’s worried about you, you know”
Aaron glanced quickly in his mother’s direction. “Well you can tell her to stop, I’m fine” he said, voice deep and determined.
Diane smiled vaguely at him, knowing there was nothing more she could say before turning her head to another customer.
Aaron threw back the last of his beer. Why couldn’t everyone just leave him alone!? He slammed the glass down hard, receiving an annoyed look from his mother.
“Oy, take it easy” Chas reprimanded.
“Whatever” he stood up and was just about to head for the backroom when he felt a hand on his arm. Robert. “What do you want?” he asked somewhat angrily, because if he stayed in a sulky mood he’d be able to control himself. He’d be able to restrain himself from being the lovesick little boy that he always was around him. And he hated himself for it.
“Can we talk?” Robert asked quietly.
“Didn’t think we had anything to talk about” he was now looking intently at Robert, who, to his surprise, looked smaller than usual, who seemed to suddenly lack all his sway and cockiness. Who, looked afraid?
“Please Aaron, can we just go in the back?” his tone was almost desperate.
Aaron kept his gaze, trying to figure out what he wanted from him. What it could possibly be after all this time. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He’d hurt enough and he wasn’t going to be hurt again. “No” he said shortly and turned around, making his way behind the bar.
Robert’s head sank, his gaze fell to the floor and his thumb and finger rubbed the potential tears out of his eyes. He had to do something. Anything. He looked up, and saw Aaron nearly head out of the room. It was now or never.
“I love you too!” he yelled, loud and clear for the whole pub to hear. Chas and Diane both stopped in their tracks and they were now looking back and forth between them, filled with shock.
Aaron froze at the words. Did he hear them right? Was Robert really saying what he’d given up all hope of ever hearing? He was afraid to turn around and discover it was all a joke, that Chrissie had walked in and the words were really meant for her. He could hear his heart palpitating deep in his chest and each thud became harder as he slowly turned around and was met by several people looking at him, Chas, Diane, few of the regulars, Cain and Moira in the back of the pub. It was completely silent. And on his left side, there he was, Robert, looking as serious as he’d ever seen him and he now took a few steps forward, closing their distance even further.
It wasn’t a joke.
“I love you too” Robert’s words were quieter now, more fragile. On step closer. “I’ve been an idiot.” His eyes were shining. “I’m so sorry”
Aaron was glued to his spot, afraid that if he moved some sort of spell would be broken and all of this would be a dream.
“Say something then” Robert pleaded. It was still so quiet around them. He took another step closer to Aaron, approaching carefully as if to not scare him away.
“I..” Aaron started, but his voice and words failed him. A single tear made its way out of the corner of his right eye and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand. He wasn’t prepared to show himself so vulnerable again. He couldn’t go through this again. He gnawed on his lower lip. There was a long pause. “Don’t mess me around” he finally said, his voice small and his eyes scared.
“I’m not messing you around” Robert’s answer came quickly and with utter earnest. “I’ve left Chrissie and I’ve been a fool and I can’t stop thinking about you and I am so so..”
He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Aaron had closed the gap between them and planted his lips on his. And they were as sweet and soft as he could remember and how he ever had managed to live without them was beyond him, without the intoxicating smell that was Aaron’s and all the softness and hardness in just the right places. And he didn’t really care who was in the pub or what they would say. He’d heard most comments about him anyway. For the first time in his life, he was in the right place and he never wanted to let go.
“Fish and chips, table..” Victoria’s voice broke the silence of the pub before she dropped the plates on the floor as well as her jaw. “Oh my goood” she stared at her brother and friend.
Diane quickly bend down to help Victoria with the food on the floor. “When did all this happen?” Victoria whispered not so quietly to Diane.
“Your guess is as good as mine pet. It would certainly explain why Robert’s been in a worse mood than usual lately. ”
It was Aaron who broke their embrace first, remembering where they were. His eyes were beaming and he had to chew on the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from grinning like an idiot. He shot a quick glance around the room. “Should we go somewhere else?”
Robert smiled and reached for Aaron’s hand. “Lead the way”


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