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If you cannot handle your alcohol you cannot handle me. I am the strongest drink you will ever have and the quickest drug you will ever get addicted to. Like the whiskey you’ve grown to be fond of since you were 16 years old I’ll be there when it feels like nobody else is. I will be what you drown yourself in when you’re overwhelmed with both happiness and sadness, I will be what you wake up wanting and go to bed dreaming of. The first swig of me will leave you wondering if you want more but with each new sip you’ll fall more in love with each taste you get and ask for another shot. But unlike the alcohol you’ve learned to rely on, even when you split ways, I will not come back. One day I’ll wake up and leave and you will go through a withdrawal that doesn’t really end, you just find ways to bury it. But I’ll have scarred you and you’ll never really want whiskey again, just on the nights you miss me most and you can’t fight the urge to do whatever it takes to have the taste of me on your lips again. So when she asks you why you drink yourself to death with whiskey on the days it feels like the worlds falling apart or the days it feels like it’s all falling together? Tell her that the tequila from your trip with her to Mexico, or the Vodka you got in Moscow, or the wine she got you from that Vineyard back east doesn’t make you feel like I did.

And when you’re drunk in your whiskey that’s the only time you feel like you’re home

With M’gann’s hasty and unexpected exit from the show last week, I thought it would be nice to organise something to celebrate and remember her by. I miss her already and I’m hoping there are others out there who feel the same! She deserved a hell of a lot more than she got, and though we can’t change the show, we can appreciate what we did see of her, we can imagine what else her character might have done or might have become, and we can ensure she is not forgotten.

M’gann M’orzz Appreciation Week will run over seven days, with a specific theme for each day. All fanworks are more than welcome: gifs, graphics, fan art, fic, meta, headcanons, and so on. Themes and dates will be released in the next week. Currently taking theme suggestions and mod applications here.

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29/4/16
I’m in love with everything about him from his fingers to his smile to the freckle on the side of his neck. I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love.

7/5/16
I’ve never been religious but his lips feel like heaven and that’s enough to make me question my beliefs. I can’t get enough.

15/5/16
He’s consuming my heart more and more each day I didn’t think it was even possible to be this full of love, and the best part is he loves me too.

21/5/16
He’s moving but God I don’t care I just want to be with him no matter the consequences.

28/5/16
Keeping a secret has never been so hard, especially when I’m the secret. I’m running out of excuses to tell people.

4/6/16
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I can’t bear to think about life without him, I miss him already.

8/6/16
I think I love him more than he loves me.

13/6/16
He doesn’t hold me like he used to. I’m not sure if it’s me or the stress.

21/6/16
I love him more than he loves me. I can see it on his face.

27/6/16
Make it stop please it hurts too much to know he was with her, make it stop, make it stop. It’s taking over my head and my thoughts, the images of them together.

3/7/16
I want him gone, I want him as far from me as possible. The sound of his name makes my blood boil and his voice makes my fists clench. I’m tired of all the fucking excuses.

12/7/16
I hate everything about him from his arms to his laugh to his stupid dark brown eyes. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.

—  Funny how fast things change
Asylum AU  “Missing”

Evan’s POV

It’s been a month since Delirious had escaped the Asylum. As much as I hate to admit it but I really do miss him. He was what I looked forward to when I woke up each morning. I thought he was getting better and was becoming more sane each time I visited him, but I guess I was wrong. The days seemed to drag on the longer he was gone.

Since he went missing I was assigned to help other patients but none of them really stood out to me like he did. Maybe I was the one who pushed him over the edge, to the point of escaping the asylum. Maybe it was because of me that he left.

I shook my head at that thought. I tried my hardest to help him and I guess my hardest wasn’t good enough. But what happened, happened and I can’t change that now.

The day was coming to an end and the stars were now visible for everyone to see. As I continued to make my way home I could feel someone staring at me. I started to feel paranoid was I continued to walk along the footpath. As I was looking at the ground I could see a shadow of a person looming towards me. I looked up to see who was walking towards me and was startled at what I saw.

 

“Delirious….” I started to say as I was in disbelief. 

"I thought I’d never see you again,” was all I managed to say.

"I thought I could find some place to stay but everyone kept staring at me and some of them even ran away from me. I don’t belong anywhere…”

“You’ll have a warm place to stay at. You’ll be safe there”

“Okay..”

I sketched my son all over my sketchbook. Send help. I miss him so much already. Prayer circle for season 2. Please join me. I’m the sucker crying on the ground -̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩

I miss you

I miss you in every way, I miss you more and more each day, I wish there were some words to say, which would have made you stay, the world is Cold and colorless without you, time is a blur without you, and I don’t wanna be without you. But you made your choice and it wasn’t me. I didn’t get a choice, it was always you and will always be. You’re the voice inside my head, you’re every book I’ve ever read.and the days go by and the months pass, still I can’t get you out of my head, can’t get you out of my heart, you’re name is the first thought when I awake with a start,and the last when I fall sleep. And everything in between. You haunt me. All because you didn’t want me.

i know one day i’ll love someone almost as much as i loved you or maybe even more than that. even though i don’t see it now it’ll happen eventually but until then i’m missing you more and more each night and i hate that i still love you i just wish i could’ve stopped as easily and as fast as you did

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Whoniverse: Class - 16/? times there’s more to Miss Quill than meets the eye. (1x07)  

I, um, lost the Quill I loved. He was killed in the destruction of your planet? No.

Do Wonders Never Cease?


I have said this before and I will continue to say it: YOU GUYS AMAZE ME!!

Back in September when I posted my first fic, I never EVER in a million years would have guessed I would be here today, with 1,000 of you wonderful, supportive, amazing followers. Your words of encouragement are what keep me going each and every day!

Before I get to the fun stuff, I want to take the time to thank some of the people that have continually shown their support and encouragement, and most of all love. I know I am going to miss some, so I do apologize in advance. 

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“I love you, Yu…” “…I know…”

Kind of a dumb last message, but it captures his dorky nature and it's something I love about him. This was almost a month ago, we haven’t exchanged a single word since. I miss him most days, but even when I don’t miss him I still remember everything. I have this habit of playing out our story in my head from beginning to end. Ironically, the beginning stings more than the end. I think it’s usually that way, we remember the way it started, how we still had time and adventures ahead, how it was so much more young and fun. The last moment we shared was a quick hug, but unlike when we first met, it was filled with comfort and familiarity and a certain love we never spoke to each other about. We didn’t lose passion the more we kissed, it never got boring, but as time passed the feeling of each kiss became so much more familiar, butterflies turned into comfort. I started loving the guy.

I think in a way he’s forgetting me now, I’ve cried enough to finally accept it. When I opened our chat to get this screenshot, it said he was active a minute ago. Of course my mind went on to imagine that he’s laughing and having a great conversation with a new girl, thinking about how fresh and exciting it feels, about how he’ll have the chance to explore a whole new body, wondering how it would feel with this girl compared to how it felt with me. Of course, I have a wild imagination.

I can’t stop imagining hands that aren’t mine all over him. I can’t stop hoping he compares the girls he meets to me the same way I still search for him in the eyes of other guys. 

- Letting him go

I spend a lot of time missing you
but even more thinking about
what I could have done to make you stay.

Most days, I feel like more poison than girl,
more fury than fire, more sex than touch,
making out on your best friend’s couch
the second he went upstairs,
making out because it was the only thing
we could bear to do with our mouths.

Everyone tells me it isn’t my fault,
that leaving me on the cold hard pavement
was cowardly, and I can’t say I disagree,
but in the end, you didn’t destroy me.
We destroyed each other.

We’d flash our supernova hearts
disguised as teeth,
finding comfort in the explosion
because it didn’t make us bleed.
We did a lot of things I’m not proud of.

But we loved much harder
than I could have ever imagined
loving anybody ever, and I think
“fuck you” is just another way of saying
I wish we could have survived this.

—  This is just a fancy way of saying I miss you and I wish you were here and I wish you had stayed and I shouldn’t be thinking these things anymore but I am anyway
Dear Y/N (Poe Dameron)

Originally posted by morefabthanfab

@definitely-nota-fangirl

Dear Y/N, 

I hope you’re doing okay. I hope you’re not worrying too much about me, I promise you I am fine. Everything is okay here, the mission is taking longer than expected but I assure you that I will return to you soon. How are the boys? How’s Y/F/S/N’s reading? Is he doing okay? Would you tell him how proud of him and that Daddy will come home soon? Is Y/S/S/N sleeping alright? Is he still feeding alright? How are his sleep patterns?

It still doesn’t feel right, not coming home to you each and every night. I yearn for your warmth and your comfort. Y/N I miss you more and more each day. Even BB8 misses you and the boys, I swear that droid doesn’t help on the days when I’m missing you.and the boys. It only makes me want to return home to you. I need to hold you and the boys in my arms again. I need to hear your voice, I need to look in your eyes and know that you’re safe. You’re all safe. 

Which is why I am going to do everything in my power to make sure I come back to you within the next few weeks…

I love you so much no galaxy is big enough…

Your husband 

Poe x


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“Want You Back” - Jack Gilinsky Imagine

It’s crazy how someone who you used to be literally the closest with, can become a stranger in just one year, but it’s also crazy the fact that you can’t let go of that person. I just can’t forget him. I can’t forget everything that we’ve been through; all the good and the bad. I miss our 24/7 texting, I miss seeing him every day, I miss his strong hugs, I miss laughing and cuddling with him. I miss every single thing about him. 

You know what they say, ‘so much more than just a friendship, but less than love’. That’s exacltly what Jack and I were; we were so much more than just friends, but it also seemed as we could never be together even though we both had a thing for each other, we were just too afraid to admit it. 

‘…and if I see her one more time near him, I’ll fucking choke her.’ My best friend, Donna, was saying something, but I wasn’t really paying attention. ‘Y/n? Y/n!’ She shook my arm bringing me back to reality. 

‘Hm?’ 

‘Were you even listening to me?’ She asked. 

‘Yeah, of course.’ I said even though I had no idea what was the word about. 

‘Oh really? So what was I talking about?’ She asked crossing her arms and raising her eyebrow. 

‘Donna..’ I sighed. 

‘You were staring at Jack again, didn’t you?’ 

‘I don’t know what should I do, I’m going crazy.’ I said desperately. 

‘Maybe forget him?’ She rolled her eyes shutting her locker. I know she was annoyed with me because I talk about him every single day and cry to her and trust me, I was getting tired of myself too, but when you love someone, you just can’t help yourself. ‘It’s been a year since you stopped talking, y/n. It’s really time for you to move fucking on.’ She said. 

‘Do you think that’s easy for me? Donna, we were inseparable and now we don’t even say ‘hi’ to each other.’ 

‘Hmm, I wonder who’s fault is that?’ She said sarcastically. The bell rang and we headed to Geography classroom. 

It’s true that it’s none, but my fault that Jack and I don’t talk anymore. You see, there was that new guy in our school, Alex, who I completely fell in love with. I was telling Jack about Alex day and night. He didn’t like him, but I thought that he was just jealous. Soon, Alex and I started dating and little did I know that I made the biggest mistake in my life by even falling for him. 
I was spending every day with Alex, I was skipping school with him, I was doing everything what I should not have done, and the worst thing that I did was that I neglected my friendship with Jack. He was really bothered by the fact that I was talking only about Alex and that I was spending so much time with him. We started to fight and eventually, we just lost contact. At first, I didn’t care about not being close with Jack anymore because Alex was the only thing on my mind, but then, just a few months later, Alex started to act like the biggest asshole to me and cheated on me. I was heartbroken and desperate, but most of all, I was angry, angry at myself for letting Jack go away from me. 

Jack’s POV

‘Jack?’ My mom yelled from downstairs. 

‘Yeah?’ 

‘You have a visit!’ She yelled. 

‘Who is it?’ 

‘Come downstairs!’ I groaned getting up from the bed and making my way downstairs. 

‘Who is it and where is?’ I asked my mom. 

‘It’s some girl, she’s waiting for you in the living room.’ Some girl? 

‘Donna?’ 

‘Hey..Jack.’ 

‘What are you doing here?’ I asked clearly surprised to see her standing in my living room. 

‘I-I came here to talk to you.’ She said. 

‘About?’ I asked sitting down in the armchair and she sat down on the couch. 

‘About y/n.’ She said. My body tensed at the mention of her name. 

‘What about her?’ I asked avoiding to look at Donna’s eyes. 

‘She’s suffering, Jack.’ She said. 

‘What does that have to do with me?’ I asked like I don’t know. 

‘It has everything to do with you!’ She chuckled a little at my stupid question. ‘Jack, she’s sorry. All she does is cry and talk and think about you non-stop. She doesn’t want to meet new people, she doesn’t want to go anywhere anymore and when she does go to a party or something, she gets wasted every time and then cries even harder. She misses you so freaking much. I can’t stand to watch her like that anymore. This has been going for a year now. You two used to be everything to each other and now you don’t even talk to each other. Don’t you miss everything that you two had? Don’t you miss her?’ She said. I started to remember the best time of my life while Donna was talking, the time when y/n used to be my whole world. I do miss her too much, but she hurt me so bad and I can’t get over that. 

‘I wouldn’t really say that she is ‘suffering’ that much and that she misses me given the stories that go around about her.’ 

‘What stories?’ Donna asked. 

‘Oh you haven’t heard? Alex told everyone that y/n called him the other night begging him to come back to her. Apparently, he accepted and the next day he caught her cheating with two other guys.’ 

‘WHAT?’ Donna jumped out of her place. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?!’ 

‘That’s what he said.’ I said calmly. 

‘Do you really trust Alex? The guy who fucking cheated on her and even hit her! Do you really trust his words after everything he has done to her?!’ 

‘He hit her..?’ I always knew that Alex is an idiot and that he will hurt her, but I didn’t think that he’d go this far. 

‘Yes, he hit her. She was arguing with him when she found out that HE cheated on her and she said that she’s breaking up with him and then he slapped her.’ She said and I stayed silent. Maybe I seemed like I didn’t care at all, but on the inside, I wanted to beat the shit out of him. ‘Do you really think that y/n would ever do something like that? Like you don’t know her.’ She said. 

‘I-I don’t know..’ 

‘Oh my God..I can’t believe you.’ She said taking her bag and storming out of the house. 

Your POV 

*The next day*

‘Ugh, I haven’t slept all night cause Mrs Miller’s dog kept barking all night. Again. I swear I’ll shoot him one day.’ I groaned sleepily. 

‘Yeah, that sucks..’ Donna said keeping her eyes glued at one spot. 

‘What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird all day. What’s wrong?’ I asked her. 

‘Y/n..there’s something I need to tell you.’ She said being very serious which is rare for her so I should probably be concerned. 

‘Okay? What is it?’ I asked. 

‘So..yesterday, I went to Jack to talk to him.’ 

‘You what?!’ I cut her off. 

‘Calm down and listen to me.’ She said before continuing. My heart was already beating so fast. ‘We talked about you and he said that Alex told everyone that you begged him to come back to you and that he accepted, but the next day he caught you cheating with two other guys.’ She said. 

‘What?!’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wanted to cry even though I was so fucking angry. My blood was boiling and I was ready to kick his ass. ‘I’ll fucking kill him.’ I said through my teeth. Alex was standing in the middle of the hallway with other losers who kiss his ass and think that they’re popular ‘cause they hang out with Alex. 

‘Y/n, I know that you’re furious right now, but please don’t do anything stupid, okay?’ Donna said, but I ignored her making my way to him. 

‘Well, well, well, look who’s-’ 

‘You fucking asshole!’ I cut him off by slapping him across his face. 

‘What is wrong with you?!’ 

‘Why are you trying to fucking ruin my life when I have done absolutely nothing to you!’ I yelled as I continued hitting his chest with my fists as hard and as fast as I could. ‘All I did was love you and that was the biggest mistake in my life!’ I was still hitting him everywhere when I felt someone’s arms take me and pull me away. ‘I fucking hate you!’ I was still yelling at Alex and I didn’t even notice that someone was carrying me until I was put on my feet outside the school. I turned around to see Jack. ‘Jack?’ 

‘Come with me.’ He said taking my hand in his. We stopped walking when we reached the school park. 

‘Jack, nothing he said was true, I swear. I’d never do something-’ 

‘I know.’ He said looking at my eyes. 

‘Oh my God.’ I crouched down putting my hands over my face as I started to cry. 

‘Hey..get up.’ Jack said softly pulling me up to him. ‘I’m so sorry Jack. I’m so sorry for everything that I’ve done to you.’ I sobbed into his chest. 

‘Shh, it’s okay baby.’ He wrapped his arms tightly around me and leaned his chin on the top of my head. My heart melted at him calling me ‘baby’. ‘I’m sorry that I wasn’t here to protect you when he hurt you. He would’ve had broken bones if I knew before that he hit you.’ Jack said. 

‘D-Donna told you?’ I asked. 

‘Yeah, she did.’ 

‘Listen Jack, I’m sorry, I can’t take the distance between us anymore. It’s killing me. I miss you and I just want you back. I know that you hate me and you have all the right to, I hate myself too because I let an idiot come between us, but I-’ As I was talking, I was cut off by Jack pressing his lips against mine. The butterflies erupted in my stomach as he kissed me. ‘Jack..’ I said breathlessly and he leaned his forehead against mine. 

‘Yeah?’ 

‘We just kissed.’ I said still shocked by his action. 

‘We did.’ He smiled slightly. ‘Did you like it?’ He asked quietly. I smiled and nodded. ‘Can I kiss you again?’ He asked. I nodded again blushing and he took my face in his hands and kissed me again.

When I say I miss you, it’s much more than that. I want to wake up next to you, every day. I want to hold you in my arms when you’re having nightmares during the wee hours. I want to spend all the good moments with you – even the bad. I want you to witness my clumsiness and laugh at it because we’re comfortable with each other’s flaws. I want to spend every day with you because I want to get used to your scent like it’s the only thing that I’m addicted to. I want more lazy days with you. I want to come home to you after a long, tiring day from work. I want your arms to hold me tight when I’m about to give up and you’ll be there pushing me and motivating me that I can do better. I want to rest my head on your chest and stay there until I fall asleep. I want to roll over the other side of the bed and hear your breathing as the sun kisses your cheek at 7am in the morning. I want your face to be last thing that I see before I doze off every night and wander to dreamland. I want everything with you. And when I say I miss you, it’s almost close to saying that I love you. and I want to spend my tomorrows with you. I hope it’s not too much to ask.
—  vegaaskies
an ode to a missed friend

the memories of a sweet, distant friend
are bringing my head down
with their heaviness,
and the tears they cause.
emotional music and associations
exist only for coping,
but here I sit-
my thoughts wildly roaming.

guilt is overwhelming,
and that’s definitely an understatement.
I miss my favorite poet,
his early morning messages
that I’d refuse to answer until he’s sober
(or at least got some sleep).
we never did too much talking anyway,
but, buddy, I think we really did.

not a day passes without the thought of you,
your portrayal of strength and endurance
through whatever caused you to go.
I wish we communicated more often,
and not just about music and video games;
I wish we saw each other more often,
because it rips me apart knowing I won’t see you again.

you better be writing up there,
in preparation for me to come and see.

Why can't I be happy about being a mom?

       Why, as a teen mother, am I not allowed to be happy about my pregnancy, and my child? Why do I get to miss out on the experience just because of my age? This is my first child. This tiny human being is growing inside of me, this tiny human being that I’m falling more and more in love with as each day passes.
       Why am I not allowed to look at my child like a blessing?
       Why can’t I be excited about having my own family?
       Having a family is never easy for anyone. Age does not define maturity. I was never a ‘partier’, and even if I were, my past doesn’t define my future. And my pregnancy doesn’t define who I am.

       Why do people feel they have the right to tread of me and my pregnancy (which is actually a sensitive subject sometimes) and make me feel less than human?

       My advice to other teen mothers going through this; Their words don’t define who you are as a person; it defines them. Don’t be ashamed of who you are. People will see you walk on water and say it’s because you can’t swim–

       you’re great. And I’m sorry you have to deal with the stigma. Stay strong. You aren’t alone, you never will be now. You have this beautiful baby. You have a family.