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It’s been so long, it’s been so long. Maybe we’re fireproof~

BAND AU Part 3. During concerts, Haru would randomly hug Makoto from the back because, god YES, he can do this in public now that they’re out. He can actually tell the world that he loves this boy more than anything. No more hiding. Just wow. He’s just really happy. Next would be kissing Makoto in front of everyone but he’s still working on it. Baby steps. If you dunno the song “Fireproof” then what are you doing ಠ_ಠ 

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

To all the non-Americans looking at our election right now and going “WTF is wrong with you people,” I want you to know that we have no idea. We have no idea what’s wrong with us. This whole election year has been like one of those Hangover movies where we’re looking around and there’s a tiger in the room and Ed Helms has a tattoo on his face and it’s just a nightmare all over.

A rant from my soapbox

There is something wrong with the fact that both ESPN and the NFL network are live streaming the Aaron Hernandez bail review hearing and not a single media news outlet carried the Wendy Davis filibuster with this much attention.  I wish women’s rights were this prioritized.  

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“A small piece of the puzzle that seems ill-fitting to the perfect looking truth… the nagging suspicion. The moment you let go of that suspicion, the truth hides itself away in secrecy. What you see isn’t everything.”

The Trades We Choose: Touch
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The Trades We Choose. Personal Assistant AU.
Pairing: Hollstein
Rating: Explicit (for language and eventual sexual content)
Word Count:  7250
Summary: In November, Carmilla Karnstein turns 25. In November, she becomes the new chairman of Karnstein Industries. In November, Laura will part ways with her.
After November, she’d never see Carmilla Karnstein again.

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Thank you to both holystein and clonesbians-unite​ for editing this one for me. <3

“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but fallingin love with you was beyond my control.” – Unknown Artist

Laura’s friends aren’t as annoying as you’d assumedthey’d be. You’d been apprehensive about going to visit them with her, but theonly other option of sitting in her house by yourself wasn’t all too appealing. So, you end up pulling on your boots and shrugging on your coat. You don’t miss the smile that curls onto her lips. And yeah, that kind of makes braving her friends a little more worth it.

It’s an annoyingly long walk over there in the cold and you’re beyond angry at yourself for letting yourself get dragged outside the house. When you think about it, you’re sure you could have somehow convinced Laura to just stay in with you on her couch or something. You’d let yourself get swindled into leaving and you were regretting your weakness more and more with each step.

Laura buzzes up to them and you’re let inside. The woman who answers the door has her mop of curly ginger hair pulled up into a bun with one hair hanging out of place. Her voice reminds you too much of a stereotypical mom type and it makes your stomach sour.

“Hi, Laura.” The woman looks at you and you make no move to introduce yourself as confusion crosses her face. You find yourself paying attention to her body language. The slight shift in her stance and her arms crossing over her chest. It’s amusing watching her slowly start to guard herself around the stranger in her doorway. “Um—I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“No, we haven’t. I’m—” You start, but you’re interrupted by a different voice from inside the apartment.

“Is that Carmilla?” You try not to be annoyed at being cut off. And you remain pleasant, for Laura’s sake, as names are exchanged. You learn the one who’d answered the door was Perry, and the person who’d cut you off was Lafontaine. You follow Laura’s example of taking off your boots and coat at the door.

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Please just tell me right now. Tell me if you do plan on coming back or if I’m just filling myself with false hope once more, because as of right now I’m done. I’m done with feeling like this, I’m done with hurting, I’m done with loving you even though we both know I’m only saying that to hide the fact I absolutely am not. I’m so terrified of being let down again so please for the love of God, just tell me if I should let go because I can’t stand to fall again.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (M.R)
Take Me Home (Next To You)

Soooo I wrote a little something, tell me what you think ? 

“I’m sorr-” 

“Don’t” cut in Liam, “it’s okay”. With his head tipped back on the headrest, he rubbed tiredly at the lines the frown line his eyebrows created, breathing deeply through his nose and exhaling a slightly shaky breath. 

This was harder than he thought. It was nearing 3.30PM, the sun already gliding behind the green hills of Surrey, the temperature already dropping and they still haven’t found it yet. 

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X Marks the Spot | Lance + Lily

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She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to be here. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss it, the whole thing was her home. Lily had grown up here, got good here, every significant life milestone had happened here. When she learned the X Games were going to be in Aspen, she couldn’t hide her excitement. She was more thankful now that she hadn’t gotten rid of her apartment, seeing as she needed it more than ever. The brunette looked back to Lance, sitting on her bed and happiness was clear in all of her features, “Aren’t you just so excited?!” Her fingers curled into fists, trying to contain herself. “This is just the best place.” She moved over to him, plopping her body down next to him, “What are you wearing? I don’t know what I’m wearing. Well, no. I have an idea, but what are you wearing?” She always went to these things fancy. It was one of the few occasions she pulled out a dress for. But that was half her game. She liked to be intimidating, she liked people watching. The head game was at least half of it, and she always showed up ready to play.