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I just wanna say to all autistic people whose relatives barely treat them like human beings: I am so fucking sorry for what they’re doing to you. You deserve to be treated with respect. You deserve to be loved. You don’t deserve all the abuse, dehumanising jokes, all the bad treatment you receive.

I swear to god, every time I talk to other autistic people who are abused by their parents, I just feel absolutely sick to my stomach because autistic people don’t deserve this crap. Autistics whose parents take out their bedroom doors. Who don’t allow them to own anything. Who don’t let them look for work. Who don’t let them grow to become as independent as they want and are able to be. Parents who think they can still do that even if their children have become adults.

I wish there were more I could do, other than to say, please, don’t believe them for just one second that what they’re doing is normal. It’s hard to notice abuse when you live through it all your life. It’s hard to feel like you can ever transition into adulthood when your parents don’t even allow you, but I sincerely hope that one day you’ll break free and you can live your own life. Just please understand, what they do is NOT normal.

Alright I’m gonna gush about one of the coolest parts of being a girl Officer in the Army because like a little girl just came up to say hi my group at a restaurant cuz that’s just what little kids do when they see Soldiers but then she saw me, the only girl in the ten person group, and you guys her face LIT up. She wanted to talk to me and tell me about her day and this is not the first time I’ve had a little girl get absolutely thrilled because holy crap a girl Soldier! And anyway, it’s pretty cool to feel like an actual inspiration to a little kid just saying.

Even though I am now on Season 7 of Supernatural, I have tried to ship Destiel, but I just can’t. My best friend ships it, but I can’t bring myself to ship it.

Sorry, but that’s just how I feel. I see absolutely no reason to ship it at all. You can throw all the “evidence” or “proof” at me, but it won’t make me change my mind.

I also don’t like how a bunch of shippers tend to make Sam a cheerleader for Dean and Castiel. It annoys the crap out of me.

The show is about Sam and Dean, not Dean and Castiel.

I will not tolerate people hating the writers/actors/crew and calling them homophobic or some shit like that just because they won’t make this ship canon. It’s completely rude and disrespectful.

I will not tolerate people confusing canon and fanon. Dean is not bisexual. He has stated several times that he doesn’t swing that way and that he likes women. The crew and Jensen himself have stated that Dean is straight.

I am a proud bisexual 18-year-old girl and I will not tolerate when people continue to try and make Dean bisexual when he is not.

Do not say it is for the sake of “representation” when it clearly is not.

It is because these people want their ship to become canon and they know it will never happen. Ever.

I mean, ship it all you want, but do not threaten or force the writers/actors/crew to make it canon when it won’t. Don’t petition it to become canon either.

Please respect the writers, actors, and the crew. Do not throw fits like little two year olds because you aren’t getting what you want.

Thoughts on: the lack of "the kissing scene" in rouge one

I’m so happy that “the kissing scene” in missing in the rouge one. This formula: main protagonists fighting with each-other, develop crush and HAVE TO kiss/bang on screen is so primitive. The movie would feel like the biggest crap from 2001 and I, without doubt, wouldn’t ship rebelcaptain.

BUT I’m glad we’re past this lazy writing era, and the only thing we get is the last hug. The rest, is just their attitude towards each-other that lets you interpretate their relations your own way. This is refreshing.

I decided that they absolutely belong with each-other. The last hug was so much more meaningful than any other, even and especially, forced kiss/bang scene would be. Last hug broke my imperial heart and made me ship rebelcaptain forever.

Thank you for supporting me

I got so many incredibly kind messages during the whole Art Theft ordeal, thank you all so, so much ;A; I was feeling like absolute crap and you guys made me feel so much better, it meant the world knowing that you guys understand and support me when art theft is so freaking common and unfortunately taken for granted by most of the Internet >.<;

The issue is more or less resolved, I guess. I’m still having a very kind volunteer translate my statement into Spanish because I still sorta feel like some members of the community in question didn’t get my full response and consider me a “hysterical artist,” and I just want them to understand why it’s bad so hopefully it doesn’t happen again in the future.

Thank you again, and coming right up a quick preview of thingy I’m working on ^ ^; (pst, read the tags to know what the AU’s gonna be like)

Nervous

Group/Member: ASTRO/Rocky

Genre: FLUFF. SO MUCH FLUFF.

Word Count: 1221

Summary: Besties who dance together, fall in love together. <3

Requested: yeppers!! This was requested by @justbeing-kpoptrash (ayyeee I did another request for you before!!!! Glad to see some regulars on this blog! ^-^ )

Author’s Note: I feel like this is absolute shit compared to my other works lol. Idek where I was going with this, but hopefully it won’t turn out too terrible!! Nevertheless, I hope this is what you were aiming for! :)

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Writing sucks so much and yet we do it anyway and WHY

Because there are always those few people out there who really appreciate it for what it is and they make you feel like it was all worth it.

They send you messages freaking out over what you wrote, messages like “omg I hate you you’re the worst”, and you feel like you could die.

If you’re a writer, of fanfiction or original fiction, poet or novelist, quick or slow, constantly producing or producing at a snail’s pace…

Just remember that the shitty horrible editing and struggling to get anything done and all the agony of wondering if it’s absolute CRAP.

Really is worth it.

For that one person, man.

One person who sees it, and loves it, and wants to talk to you about it.

They’ll light up your world, and you’ll ride that high for as long as you can, because we are writers, DAMNIT, and you can’t take the writing out of us.

As hard as it is most of the time, and as terrible as we feel about ourselves and our own work, we just can’t not write, even if there are years between when we last wrote anything.

I consider writing an art just like any other art, and I consider it something innate, like the desire to do odd, spectacular things the way only this strange species can.

So whatever kind of writer you are, man, if you doubt for a second that you’re a writer because you haven’t produced something in a long time or you think you’re shit or you have a hard time finishing anything you start, well, I’m telling you in only the assholish way that I can…

You’re wrong.

I’m right.

I’m telling you now. You’re a writer and that’s something you’ll always be.

The Best Medicine

I somehow got incredibly sick overnight, and I’m feeling like absolute crap. So I decided to write this short one-shot with sick!Gabriel and caring!Sam. 

Tagging @mischiefsmessenger because I promised them a long time ago that I would write them some Sabriel fluff, and I am just now delivering! Hope you enjoy!


Gabriel groaned as his pulse throbbed between his temples, sending a dulled ache of pressure throughout his head. He blinked at the bathroom ceiling, swallowing cautiously as he took in the cracks within the beige plaster, the thin abstract line blurring in his vision. 

He swallowed stiffly and winced with a pained grunt; it felt as though there was a thick, burning obstruction in his throat, making swallowing an agony. On top of that and the whirling headache, his body was uncomfortably warm, making him sweat through his clothes and giving him the chills, and his sinuses were congested but still leaking a nasty stream of mucus.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped. 

Sniffing wetly, Gabriel reached for the tissue box on the floor next to him, which was just about empty by now. He blew his nose, gasping for breath afterward past his fiery throat and clogged nose, and he halfheartedly tossed the soiled tissue in the general vicinity of the wastebasket. 

Soft, padded footsteps sounded outside the closed bathroom door, and then a tentative knock echoed throughout the tiny space.

“Gabe?” Sam’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “You okay?”

“Ugh, don’t come in,” Gabriel groaned, turning his head to rest his temple against the cool tile. “’M gross, ‘n nasty. Y’won’ wanna kiss me ever again.”

Sam made a confused noise before the doorknob rattled. The door open slowly, revealing Sam’s concern expression glancing around the bathroom before dropping down to Gabriel’s body on the floor. Sam’s worry turned into light bewilderment, and he cocked his head to the side.

“Why are you on the floor?” Sam asked. “Feeling alright?”

“No, actually,” Gabriel croaked. He gingerly cleared his throat, flinching at the flash of pain it caused in his head and throat, and continued, “I feel like shit. Woke up… ‘round three this mornin’. Couldn’t get back to sleep so… The bathroom floor just feels so nice.” 

Sam smiled gently down at his boyfriend, opening the door a little wider and stepping inside. “Wouldn’t you rather be in bed?”

“No, no, it’s so nice here. Feels good,” Gabriel breathed, closing his eyes. “I love you, Sam, but… you’re a fuckin’ furnace.”

Sam chuckled. “Do you need me to get you something then? Medicine, tea, a washcloth?”

“Noooo,” Gabriel drew out, nuzzling the floor. “I already took somethin’. Right now, ‘M just… ‘M so tired.”

“Okay,” Sam murmured. 

Gabriel heard Sam approaching, and then a small wisp of air and an adjusting grunt as Sam dropped down beside him. Gabriel forced his eyes to open, frowning up at his boyfriend. Sam smiled down at him, leaning back against the bathroom wall.

“What ‘r y’doing?” Gabriel whispered.

“Making sure my boyfriend’s okay, what does it look like?” Sam answered, sliding his fingers into Gabriel’s sweaty fringe. 

Despite the warmth of Sam’s hand, Gabriel’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss and he groaned in pleasure, leaning into Sam’s touch. Gabriel chuckled thickly, his lips tugging into a loose grin as he reopened his eyes, staring up at Sam. 

“Worrywart,” Gabriel sighed fondly. 

Sam grinned back and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Gabriel’s lips. Gabriel, despite the flutter in his heart from the loving action, groaned and turned his head away.

“Babe, seriously,” Gabriel said, “you’re gonna get sick.”

“Mm, then I get sick,” Sam shrugged with an affectionate smile. “I’ve been meaning to take a day off anyway. And if I do get sick, that means we can spend all day in bed together.”

“Just not in the way we’d normally spend a day in bed together,” Gabriel replied, weakly waggling his brows up at Sam.

“We’re long overdue for a proper cuddle session.”

Gabriel’s chest convulsed with a strained laugh, and even though the action resulted in further pain, Gabriel couldn’t help but grin. He slowly reached up, tapping Sam’s nose with his forefinger. “Girl.”

Sam just smiled wider.

A Really Long, but Heartfelt Letter on Epilepsy

Just wanted to address self esteem and epilepsy. (This can apply to other chronic illnesses as well)

Anyway, there are going to be days where you feel like absolutely shit. I’m not going to sugar coat it. I mean you probably already know this.
There will be seizure days; post seizure days; medicine side effect days; and honestly, days you don’t really even know why you feel like crap, nor can you really describe it, but you just do, and it really fucking sucks.

You will be tired. You will ache. Your head will undoubtedly be contorting itself. And to top it all off, this will very likely effect you emotionally.

I mean, how could it not? No one WANTS to feel like this. It’s disorienting, disabling, and “uncomfortable” and a vast understatement. So yeah, it’s a little upsetting to say the least.

Cause you’re not lazy. If anything you’re the complete opposite. You work so ducking hard everyday to live the shit of your life (cause let’s be real here, if you didn’t love living life, you would not try so fucking hard everyday to keep up). You have you dreams, your goals, your aspirations. Hell, you probably have a lot more will power than your peers, but no one would ever know it, since you’ve got SO many obstacles to tackle just to get out the door. It’s completely unfair.

And what’s worse, is if you live with someone, you feel like a dead weight. Unless they really understand what’s going on with you (and really, how could they? Unless they’re a spoonie themselves?) there are so many times where you feel like you have to justify your exhaustion. Or explain -for the 50th time- how the side effects of your pills cripple you at times-but the idea of starting the grail quest of finding the next set of medicines is what has kept you from finding anything better.

Epilepsy sucks. As we all know. Not only for its initial medical reasons, but for the sense of guilt, fear, anxiety, and depression that it can bring with it.

Well let me tell you something else. You, my friend, are amazing. I know you’re best kept secret - that you’re in fact the opposite of “lazy” and kick ass on a daily basis. (Which makes you basically like batman, cause he was a superhero that never took much credit? So congrats. You’re batman, you bad ass, you.)

I know that you have a lot of things to take into consideration on those evenings you go out. It’s tough, it can be scary, but you nail it everytime.

I know that you’ve looked fear and anxiety in the face and said “no thank you. Hmm maybe later? I gotta finish this thing right now. Yes, yes, I know I’m having auras, but we can freak out later, thank you,” because you know that if auras scared you every time you had them, you could not finish school, or go to work, or have that date that you were looking forward to. And of course they’re scary, but the fact that you don’t let them get to you every time makes you the personification of bravery.

And there’s one last thing that I know for sure. It is super easy to get embarrassed over having seizures and whatnot. It’s really easy to feel weak. (Hell, I let it get to me way more than I could admit), but there’s no reason to. It’s medical. It has nothing to do with your character. Your seizures, your pills, those forgotten words or that bit tongue - none of them make you YOU: they are all things that exist along WITH you, but they are not a part of you. And if anyone gives you shit for it, they’re being an ableist prick. You’re not an epileptic. Your a person. A person with dreams, potential, strengths, and weaknesses-one of which so happens to be a lowered seizure threshold. That is all.

I hope you all have a wonderful evening, and an amazing November. Let’s make sure to spread the (self) love and knowledge this epilepsy awareness month. 💜

Sincerely,
Captain Fantastic Spastic

anonymous asked:

I have this theory that when Rowan goes to rescue Aelin, he dies killing Maeve, and Aelin goes absolutely batshit, as one would, and she's then hellbent on forging the lock so she can just die. And when she does, she awakes on the other side, Rowan' s there, and he's crying, she's crying but then suddenly Mala's there, and she makes them into Gods, and holy crap I need the next books. Thoughts?

LA LA LA. NO ONE IS GOING TO DIE. LA LA LA. [also. Idk why, but I feel like being a god would be boring as hell???]

I need to get a proper formal halters and lead ropes for Zeke & Toto. I keep going thru crap nylon and rope halters because they’re convenient but I want to have specific halters for each horse that fit them just right and look good now that we’re getting to Real Work. I’m torn between going nice leather and englishy or something more colorful and western. I feel like Toto would absolutely rock regular brown leather but I’d have to get something draft sized I bet. And I’m thinking Zeke might need something western styled, or at the very least something with blue in it. He can’t just go black or brown.

You know that thing where twins will like dress up as each other and switch out and go to classes as each other? I like to think Qrow and Raven, despite not being identical at all, absolutely pulled that kind of shit (but, like, sarcastically). Qrow whining about not wanting to go to a class and jokingly like ‘Raven go for me, pretend to be me’ but she actually does it. And when it is clearly Raven, clearly a girl, wearing a skirt and an asscape and not wielding a scytheswordgun, and the teacher is like ‘um Raven’ she just deadpans, ‘I’m not Raven, I’m Qrow.’

I just. Feel like they pulled that crap.

anonymous asked:

Tbh, all I remember from s2 are the CS scenes. And I definitely never rewatch the latter end of that season cause the Neal/Tamara/Greg stuff got a big "no" from me.

Ooooh yeah, I hate all that crap.  TBH, Neal just pissed me off in general.  He acted soooo fucking entitled when he had no right to.  He taunted Emma when she expressed feeling hurt about the things he did to her, and he teased her when he assumed she was jealous of him being engaged to another woman.  He was just so fucking full of himself, acting like the world owed him something, when in reality, he deserved nothing.  He didn’t deserve to know Henry, he didn’t deserve Emma even giving him the time of day.  He deserved absolutely nothing.  Ugggggh I just hate him so much. 

I like the last two episodes of season 2 (because Killian actually has scenes and we get to see Neal die for the first time), but other than that, there isn’t much good stuff in the back half.

anonymous asked:

Taking mostly manga Mina and PGSM Mina into account (I guess a little bit of 90's anime Mina, if only for her episode backstory with Allen/Katarina and how she acts more like her Sailor V manga self in the later seasons) what do you think Minako's MBTI ultimately is?

LET ME JUST SAY I KNOW CRAP ABOUT MBTI TYPES AND CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER MY OWN SO THE FOLLOWING COULD ALL BE ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT AND IF SOMEONE FEELS MORE QUALIFIED TO ANSWER THIS PLEASE DO.

But I got some lil charts pulled up so let’s see what I can pull out of my ass (PGSM spoilers below)

Extrovert v Introvert:
Minako needs-everyone’s-attention-at-all-times-always Aino is an extrovert full stop, moving on.

Sensing v Intuition:
WHAT WERE WE SAYING THE OTHER DAY ABOUT MINAKO BEING A CONTRADICTION???? Living in the moment, taking stock of her surroundings, you know that bit in the R movie where the girls are walking through all of the collapsed bodies and one of them grabs Minako? and she is BAM doing backflips and shit, immediately into action? Minako is sense-y as hell.

AND SHES ALSO GOT INTUITION OUT THE BUTT. And you bet your ass Minako is gonna listen to her gut, but to quote the site I’m using, someone on the intuition side thinks “more about the future than the past” and HELLO PGSM MINAKO SURE AF DOES NOTHING BUT THINK ABOUT THE PAST. And while Minako is absolutely going to make 3000 plans for every action she takes, most of that planning happens in a split secons based on the enviornment she is SENSING;););) around her.

Thinking v Feeling
and AGAIN Minako suits both of these pretty well. She always has gears turning but she’s also the gd senshi of love for fucks sake, but I have to give this one to Feeling. You know episode 35 of PGSM when Zoisite gives Minako that music box that’ll make Usagi forget about Mamoru and ultimately save the world from destruction?? This is a perfect solution to Minako’s problems and she can clearly, logically see that, so she goes ahead and agrees to wipe Usagi’s memory. And then Usagi starts singing c'est la vie and Minako gets emotional and can’t go through with it???? Feeling.

Judging v Perceiving
I might be interpreting this wrong but I think this is “I want things set in stone” vs “I like to keep options open” in which case Minako is prepared for the WORLD OF OPPORTUNITIES. THROW ADVENTURE AND INTRIGUE AT HER AND SHE WILL GLADLY HOP ONTO IT WOTHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT.

so I guess I put her as  ESFP “The Entertainer” and lmao, if that doesn’t sound like idol extraordinaire Minako Aino idk what does.

anonymous asked:

I binged a lot this week and I can't seem to get back into the swing of things, do you have any advice, like drinks that will help stop cravings?

Hey! 💖 Yass I do actually

🌸cinnamon, apple cider vinegar and water; mix these all together I’d say you need about 1L of water, 2tbs apple cider vinegar and 1tbs of cinnamon; some people say they like the taste of it and other people say it taste like absolute crap, I’ve never had it with cinnamon and I’ve just diluted apple cider vinegar in water and it doesn’t taste the greatest but it works, cinnamon is good for your metabolism and makes it taste better, apple cider vinegar suppresses cravings and practically kills your appetite (!!!) and you need to fill up on lots of water anyway!
🌸exercise, it might sound stupid but if you feel like you are about to binge, just say to yourself ‘I’ll eat it in an hour’ then exercise for as long as you can and then be like 'well shit now I have to go have a shower’ kind of thing, and by then you’ll have either lost the cravings or you’ll have convinced yourself you don’t need it.
🌸motivation and distractions; if you feel like you’re about to eat, go look at thinspo, draw, write down all the reasons you want to be thin, do something for yourself, clean up, do a job you’ve been needing to do but have put to the side etc. etc.
🌸Green Tea is also really great and 0 cals!!

Xx

Never Believe What They Say

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Writer: rightwhereiwantyou AKA imaginingyourfandom

Warning: Body Image, Low Self-Esteem & Self-Hate

Requested By: Anonymous

Request: Hello!!! Could you write a one shot for me?? I don’t know exactly what they’re called but that’s ok. The reader is insecure about her body and starts eating less and less. Young! Remus Lupin (aka her boyfriends) notices. He tells her she’s perfect and then fluff. Buh bye. Your blog is gr8

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anonymous asked:

First of all Otabek is aware of their age gap. That's why they're just FRIENDS. Second, it's very common in many culture's (especially Europe) to like, date and/or marry someone who is much older than you. Third, please don't openly promote hate. It's okay to not like something and express that opinion but over advertising it is considered hate. Fourth, please make sure you are more educated in these subjects before making people feel bad about themselves. - Sincerely, an OtaYuri Shipper

Fuck off, I already made my feelings on the matter clear. Just because disgusting crap like this is normalised doesn’t mean it’s okay. So you admit that Otabek is “much older” than Yurio? Those are your own words, so why the fuck would you ship something like that? I’ll promote hate if something absolutely disgusts me like this cursed ship. Google defines ped*phile as “a person who is sexually attracted to children”. The definition of a child according to Google is “a young human being below the age of puberty or below the legal age of majority”. The legal age of majority in Russia AND Kazakhstan is 18. Yurio is below that age, so he is legally a child, while Otabek is 18 years old, so he is legally an adult. You see where I’m going with this? A relationship is defined as “an emotional AND sexual association between two people”. Going by legal definitions, O/t/a/y/u/r/i is most definitely ped*philia, and to condone this disgusting ship is to spit in the face of the minors who are made uncomfortable by this ship. There, I’ve educated myself using legal definitions, and I hate that ship all the more now, so kindly unfollow/block me, thanks.

“Rest in peace, Tormen. Just this once.”

…I did not expect feels from this what the hell?!

To elaborate, the female BH (no idea about the male, because all I have is Rei’zen) actually delivers that line in…I’d almost call it compassionate tone. Not like, Jedi or anything, but…I am tired how words. She’s not exactly begging, because she’s so done with this crap. It’s more like buddy, just…stop. Just stop. Just lie down and give up because you know you’re beaten and I’m not going to kick you anymore because you’re already dead and I’m better than you, dammit.

Jack Gilinsky - The past is past (Part 2)

Part 1

I waited until two in the morning, but Jack didn’t come home. He didn’t answer his phone and Johnson couldn’t or didn’t want to tell me where he was, so I just gave up and cried myself into sleep. I was almost completely sure that it was too much for Jack and our relationship came to its end even though I didn’t want to accept it, I wanted to fight, but how could I when he wasn’t even home?

But then, when I woke up in the morning, feeling like absolute crap I heard noises from downstairs. I put my robe on and walking into the kitchen I found Jack packing sandwiches.

“Hey, you are here,” I said as if I was seeing a ghost in the house. He glanced up at me.

“Is this odd? I live here, remember?” he replied packing the sandwiches and then put them into a bag.

“I just thought that… after yesterday…”

“Get ready, Y/N,” he simply said.

“Why? Where are we going?” I asked watching him packing all kind of stuff.

“Minnesota,” he simply said as if it was the most natural thing ever to just travel to Minnesota.

“What? But why are we going there?” I asked still completely confused.

“Because Jeff is there. And you are getting a fucking divorce,” he said looking into my eyes and then walked out of the kitchen leaving me there with a bunch of questions. Like, how did he find Jeff? Did he spend the night with searching for him? Is he going to break up with me after it?

But I knew Jack too well and he wasn’t about to have a little chit chat before leaving, so I didn’t have much choice, I got ready to go and get a divorce. How crazy does it sound?

The complete silence that came over us in the car on our way to the airport was eating me up alive. I wanted to talk to him so badly, but on the other hand I knew I had to give him the time and space he needed. I was trying my best not to break out in tears and beg for his forgiveness for lying to him and not telling him this huge detail about myself for years.

By four in the afternoon we were standing in front of a school Jack believed Jeff was working currently as a… dance teacher.

“Jack, are you sure that…”

“One hundred percent,” he replied pushing the door open in front of him and then we walked in. It was quiet so I assumed it was the middle of a lesson, but Jack didn’t seem to be bothered by it. We looked for the gym and when we found I saw Jeff for the first time in long years.

He was showing some spiritual moves to the first graders that were seemed to find his way of dancing very funny. He almost looked the same. Muscular body, short, brown hair and big, green eyes. He was always very good-looking and girls were all over him all the time, but if you got to know him better… he was an annoying little shit.

At the age of eighteen I found it impressing that a three years older guy was interested in me, and I even said yes to this whole “let’s get married in Vegas because it’s so random and fun” thing, and I only realized after this that I wouldn’t be able to be with him anymore. Since then he seemed to find his spiritual self and became a little Buddha with several necklaces in his neck, his unbuttoned shirt that let you see his toned abs and baggy floral printed pants.

“Jesus Christ,” we whispered at the same time with Jack and I only found out that it wasn’t because of the same reason.

“Okay, I’m ending this nightmare,” he determined said and then walked over to Jeff. I ran after him afraid of what was about to happen. “Jeff Morgan?” he asked stopping next to him.

“Yes, may I help you?” he smiled and as his eyes moved over to me, he immediately recognized me. “Woah! Y/N? Is this really you?” he asked stopping doing those ridiculous dance moves.

“Hey Jeff,” I awkwardly greeted him.

“Give me a hug! I want to feel your energy!” he grinned and before I could protest I found myself in his arms. I glanced over at Jack and I swear he was about to blow up.

“Okay, stop this,” he ordered and Jeff pulled away. “This is not a friendly reunion. Hi, I’m Jack Gilinsky, Y/N’s current boyfriend and we are here to get you sign the divorce papers.”

For my biggest surprise he pulled out a whole pile of papers that had little postits in it signaling the places we needed to sign. I didn’t know how in the name of Hell he could get these papers overnight.

“Oh, yeah, we are married!” he laughed making Jack even more mad.

“I’m glad you could forget about it, but it’s not that funny. Sign the papers and we are out of here.”

“Okay, buddy, I can see it is really important to you. Are you guys want to get married?” he smiled taking the papers from Jack and sat down to the ground to sign them.

“None of your business, buddy,” he replied emphasizing the word buddy.

“Woah, your negative energies are really vibrant.”

Jack mumbled something, but I didn’t understand what it was, it sounded like “I’ll show my vibes up into your ass” but I’m not sure if I heard it right.

Jeff signed every page and then standing back up he handed it to Jack. The children were running around in the room enjoying that Jeff wasn’t paying attention to them.

“There. If you want to stay a bit, I’m teaching the kids how to reach their spiritual peace through dance. You can join in,” he offered, but Jack immediately shook his head.

“Thanks, but we have to go.” Jeff nodded and then Jack turned around and headed to the door without another word.

“Bye Jeff,” I mumbled before running after Jack.

I still didn’t know what was going on in his mind, if he was about to kill me right away or if there was still a chance for me. He sat into the car and I did the same, he told the driver to take us back to the airport and as the car started running he grabbed me by my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I gasped by the sudden interaction, but I was happy to be finally able to kiss him. I almost forgot that we were in a taxi and the driver could see us. After long minutes of making out we finally pulled away and I was trying to catch my breath.

“So you’re not mad?” I asked breathing heavily as he also tried to get his shit together.

“I am mad, Y/N, because you didn’t tell me, and then I saw how ripped this dude was and that maybe seeing him again would make you feel things for him and…”

“Wait, did you think I would ever consider leaving you?” I asked shocked.

“I’m not blind, Y/N, I saw how good-looking he was, so yes, I may have had a few thoughts on it,” he growled rolling his eyes.

“Jack, I would never leave you for him or anyone else. I was so afraid you would flip and think it was too much. I thought you would leave me,” I said my side of the story. “Don’t you dare worry about anyone, ex-boyfriend or not. The past is the past for a reason. You are my present and I hope my future too,” I smiled leaning closer so I could kiss him again.

“Man, I’ll go to Hell, that’s for sure,” he sighed putting his arms around me.

“Why?” I asked confused.

“Because I’m in love with a married woman.” I laughed at his comment and shook my head.

“Shut up, I’ll be divorced soon,” I giggled pressing my lips to his.