if anyone has thought of this one let me know

  —  —  —  LIGHT HEARTED SUGGESTIONS STARTERS

‘  the world is a little happier with you in it.  ’
‘  i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me.  ’
‘  i’m done apologizing for who i am.  ’
‘  i am stronger now and i will not say sorry.  ’
‘  let this moment be your starting point. let this moment be the one when it all began.  ’
‘  if you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.  ’
‘  it’s never too late to rebuild yourself.  ’
‘  healing takes time, but it will come.  ’
‘  your warmth and kindness is more beautiful than you know.  ’
‘  your feelings are valid.  ’
‘  your opinons are valid.  ’
‘  your happiest moment is still yet to come.  ’
‘  turn off the light and close your eyes. it can wait until tomorrow.  ’
‘  self love is a daily commitment.  ’
‘  don’t let those thoughts that are telling you can’t keep you from trying at all.  ’
‘  not today. i won’t let it defeat me.  ’
‘  stop punishing yourself. please. you don’t deserve it.  ’
‘  breathe.  ’
‘  you don’t deserve that! demand better!  ’
‘  i hope you find what your soul really needs.  ’
‘  i hope you find the happiness you yearn for.  ’
‘  there is a point where you have to let go of the anger.  ’
‘  even if your voice was shaky and you stuttered on your words, you still spoke up and i am so proud you did.  ’
‘  there’s something incredible about you and i can’t quite tell what it is. maybe that’s the magic in it.  ’
‘  i know you want more and your heart is driven like that, but don’t take on too much.  ’
‘  people aren’t always going to do and say what you want them to and that’s okay.  ’
‘  you are a living, breathing masterpiece.  ’
‘  some might not understand your beauty, but you are art nonetheless.  ’
‘  quiet down those thoughts. it’s not worth it tonight.  ’
‘  try to have gentle thoughts.  ’
‘  your intrusive thoughts are just thoughts and nothing more than that.  ’
‘  i love you… i always have.  ’
‘  i tell myself i don’t care, but i care too much.  ’
‘  maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency.  ’
‘  concept: we’re both in our softest pajamas, your arms around me and our legs are intertwined. you kiss the back of my neck and tell me you won’t ever let me go.  ’
‘  look close enough and you’ll find how much i adore you in every subconscious thing i do.  ’
‘  there are countless parts of you i’ve yet to meet, yet to memorize. nevertheless, i’ll keep wanting to get to know you even when i know everything.  ’
‘  you make me feel loved in my unlovable moments and beautiful even in my ugliest ones.  ’
‘  oh darling, how deeply you’ve become a part of me. i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone.  ’
‘  i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone.  ’
‘  thank you for never making me inadequate or dumb or inferior.  ’
‘  your constant love and respect has given me incredible strength and confidence.  ’
‘  thank you for seeing all the good in me.  ’
‘  every night i image you beside me.  ’
‘  it breaks my heart that you can’t fall asleep with me in the same room or the same city, but i always remember that even an imagined silhouette of you is better than nothing at all.  ’
‘  the spaces between your fingers are where mine fit perfectly.  ’
‘  by some miracle, the universe created you. of all the infinite combinations of atoms, somehow that infinity filtered down to form you.  ’
‘  what people think of you is not equivalent to who you are.  ’
‘  the moment i let myself believe i was going to be okay was the moment i finally was.  ’
‘  protecting your own happiness ins’t selfish.  ’
‘  you deserve every ounce of happiness.  ’
‘  a week, a month, a year without you is nothing compared to the lifetime we’ll spend together.  ’
‘  tomorrow is a new day. and a new day after that. it’s never too late to start over.  ’
‘  i finally realize that i no longer need your approval and i never really did.  ’
‘  maybe i will be okay in the end.  ’
‘  maybe i will find all that i’m searching for.  ’
‘  maybe i will figure out all that i am.  ’
‘  whatever. whatever. whatever. let is pass right by you.  ’
‘  you are not a failure. please believe that.  ’
‘  you are only presented with obstacles you are strong enough to conquer.  ’
‘  it’s been long enough. it’s time to forgive yourself.  ’
‘  your bad days don’t make your good days any less good.  ’
‘  even in your darkest times, the sun still rises.  ’
‘  your existence wasn’t a mistaken accident, it was a creation from almost nothing to something incredible – a miracle even.  ’
‘  your feelings are your own. no one should be allowed to define them for you.  ’
‘  ever since our storylines intertwined, i haven’t stopped smiling. you are the best plot twist.   ’
‘  your thoughts are something that deserve to be heard.  ’
‘  sometimes it’s not meant to be, but that doesn’t mean there’s no value in it happening.  ’
‘  your greatest love story is the one you have with yourself.  ’
‘  i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me.  ’
‘  your existence alone has altered the world. you are more important than you know.  ’
‘  thank you for letting me forget all the bad, even just for a second.  ’
‘  you were built for whatever is thrown your way. you are ready.  ’
‘  no matter what your mind is telling you, please know that you are enough.  ’
‘  what i can’t fathom is how we can be so close yet so far away.  ’
‘  you are not a bad person for having bad thoughts. forgive yourself.  ’
‘  you are growing from this.  ’
‘  you will heal in time.  ’
‘  your strength and kindness is more beautiful than you know.  ’
‘  i’m just trying to be happy and stop thinking about what other people think.  ’
‘  i want to be someone who sees magic in ordinary things.  ’
‘  be extra. enjoy things and show it. stop apologizing for it.  ’
‘  why do you keep trying to impress people who don’t matter?  ’
‘  let go of the hate. let go of the anger. let go of the resentment. just let it go because it’s holding you back.  ’
‘  you’re really cute and you make me really happy.  ’
‘  show me your genuine care.  ’
‘  why are you beating yourself up over things you can’t control? breathe.  ’
‘  people annoy me too easily. i need to cut that shit out. i’m not cool enough to be trying to pull that.  ’
‘  underestimate me and give me the ability to prove you wrong.  ’
‘  you don’t have to have everything figured out.  ’
‘  you’re not a bad person for being angry.  ’
‘  forever is an adventure with you.  ’
‘  you are not a failure. please believe that.  ’
‘  you’re my favorite reason to stay awake.  ’

this is really weird for me because I started this tumblr when I was in high school in like 9th or 10th grade or something and now I’m in college and I’m so different and this blog has been there with me and now somehow has half a million people following it

I remember being so excited whenever one of my posts got a couple hundred notes or so way back in the beginning lol thank you so much for anyone that’s still following me throughout these years or even if you’re a new follower! I don’t know why anyone ever thought it was a good idea to let me have any semblance of influence but I love you all very much thank you

I’m relatively open to all kinds of ideas and theories, the’re a lot of fun to talk about and mess around with. 

But there are just some i just can’t accept, and i think it’s harder to accept, when they were created on little fact…and seem to only exist to put down. character or ship.

I love tom, but i can respect it if someone just simply doesn’t like him.

He’s flawed, every character is, which is a good thing, he’s going to screw up…nobody is perfect…

But abusive? 

Abusive is a strong thing to call somebody, if you’re referring to someone as being abusive you are referring to someone who can cause physical and/ or mental damage to someone…and who doesn’t care about the victim’s feelings and /or well-being.

That’s a pretty hard accusation to place on Tom, especially when he’s still a character with much mystery behind him.

I wouldn’t be nearly as bothered by it, however, if the fandom didn’t treat this as more of a FACT sometimes…and not an headcanon.

You can’t use a headcanon as a reason to hate Tom, or hate any ship he’s apart of.

A headcanon is a theory or idea of something that may happen, or could happen…..it’s nothing that’s confirmed yet.

Unless Tom is proven to be abusive on this show, he’s not.

And it’s a hard claim to stake, because it really doesn’t make a lot of sense considering his character and his relationships.

But Star-!

Star is one of the biggest reasons i don’t buy this idea.

all of her actions towards Tom are not the ones of a victim of abuse. She’s not really afraid of Tom, has no problem saying no to him, and frankly doesn’t really seem to hate him despite everything.

And if Tom DID abuse her, that doesn’t add up and instead raises more questions like:

  • Why did Star accept Tom’s invite so easily in BMB? And leave so willingly in this and the original storyboard?
  • Why is Star so forgiving towards Tom?
  • Why does she still have his number?
  • Why is she perfectly fine with Tom and Marco hanging out together?
  • Why would she egg Marco on to hang out with Tom?
  • Why does her reaction to him inviting her in BMB sound more annoyed then angry and aggressive if he hurt her?

Look, i don’t know for sure about what happened with their relationship, but this is not how an abuse survivor treats their abuser.

Star would want nothing to do with him, wouldn’t let Marco ever hang out with him, wouldn’t willingly go anywhere with him anymore, and would treat him a lot more coldly.


But he’s mean!! He’s hurt star and Marco-!

Here’s the thing about abusers, they don’t realize (Or Care) about how they treat the victim. 

This is literally the opposite of Tom’s entire character.

When Tom hurts people, he genuinely looks hurt and ashamed of himself.

When he gets scolded, he looks as if he’s about to cry.

Making others sad and/or upset isn’t something he takes pride in and he has no problem taking the blame when he screws up.

He genuinely apologizes, this is not something an abuser would do.

Tom’s character revolves around him trying to improve upon himself, he goes through the effort to become a better person and tried to fix something he knows is causing so much trouble, You can’t simply pretend these efforts mean nothing when they’re such a big part of his character.

Tom’s flawed, sure, but so are Marco and Star.

And between the three of them, Tom tries the hardest to change for the good of himself and everyone around him.



There’s also the matter that out of everyone on this show, Tom gets this label despite him never harming anyone on this show.

The most damage he’s done to anyone so far is hit Marco with some ping pong balls, that’s not exactly the worst Marco’s encountered compared to what Star has put him through.

Sure he attempted to attack Marco during BMB, but considering that fight never happened….we’ll never know what Tom could’ve ended up doing or if he even would’ve gone through with it.

The guy kinda lost everything that night, his anger was building all night and this was what broke the camel’s back.

It’s probably harder to handle this kinda thing when your emotions link to your powers.


He didn’t even hurt Marco in “Friend-enemies” when he got upset, and the position he chose to “Attack” him with doesn’t look too effective considering it looks more like Tom’s going in for a kiss.

(( No seriously, who attacks people in this kinda position?))

But in “Mr Candle Cares”… he said he was gonna destroy Marco!!!

Yeah, but did he? He and Marco played 58 games, despite the fact that they only needed to play one to decide Marco’s fate and Tom never told him to stop starting these new games.

Honestly is anyone really sure Tom would’ve “Destroyed” Marco? 

It looks more to me like he’s all talk in that scene, upset Marco discovered his plan and is trying not to panic about what he’s gonna do about it.

Cause he can’t let Marco leave and tell Star, but now he doesn’t know what to do with him.

When he thought they kissed the worst he did to Marco was spin him and get him wet.

B-But he wanted to do a battle to the death!

Ok, for one, i think that has much more to do with Tom’s violent culture, and less to do with him being abusive. It’s probably how the underworld settles deputes normally, and considering Tom’s species seems to have a harder time being killed off….it’s probably less of a big deal to them.

Tom wasn’t raised in exactly the most comfortable and understanding universes the show has presented.

So Far Tom’s been about as dangerous as a kitten. Star’s done worse damage to other’s then him.

Heck i’m sure the water fountain at the school has harmed more people then Tom at this point.


but one of the last things that needs to be said about this and why this doesn’t work is that if Tom was meant to be this awful, unforgiving, harmful person….why try and make him sympathetic?

The crew actually loves Tom, and if you’ve been around to their blogs it’s very common to find the crew’s draws of Tom…sometimes by himself, but other times with Marco and Star.

It’s clear the crew likes him, and they constantly put him in a position where he’s friends with Marco and Star.

If Tom is meant to be this horrible abusive person? Then why give him sympathy? Why allow him to have anything to do with Marco or Star?

If you’re going to portray an abusive relationship, one of the last things you want to do is make the abuser sympathetic.

Especially on a show like this one that’s meant for kids.

If you wanted to make Tom abusive, why not keep his old evil design? That would fit more with that idea, not this version.

You can interpret the characters how you want but saying that this is canon, and putting people’s ships down because of this claim that has no real good evidence to it….that doesn’t work.

It comes off more like the fandom wanted an excuse to hate Tom, and find ways to put down other’s for their ships.

And considering Jackie gets worse treatment then Tom, despite doing nothing wrong…that shouldn’t be a surprise.


Tom’s a mystery, there’s a lot we still need to know about him. But i don’t believe this abusive version of him was what the show was intending to create.


Untill there is more evidence then “ Tom’s done bad things”, (something that all people do), this is just a headcanon that isn’t very likely to be true at all.

And it really needs to die because it’s not doing any favors for this fandom at all by taking a character whose most relatable to victims of abuse, and labeling him worse then the show’s intentions.

prove it. (m)

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pairing:
yoo kihyun | reader
genre:
rivals au & high school au / smut, fluff
word count:
5,490
description:
when all kihyun can talk about is how good he is in bed, you decide to shut him up by telling him to put his money where he mouth is. fortunately, you both learn a few things along the way.  
author’s note:
i dedicate this to @wonhopes because she made me realize how much kihyun wrecks me. if it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s safe to say i’ve finally accepted it.

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If it wasn’t for the mere fact that Mrs. Fern told you who your partner was, you would’ve scoffed, maybe protested, or even blurted out a concise, “Fuck no.”

Out of all the people in the classroom, you’re stuck with him. Yoo Kihyun. The asshole with an ego bigger than Jeon Jungkook’s, and that was probably an understatement too. You can’t imagine the outcome of this, not that anyone can, but when you catch sight of his stare from across the room and a smirk spreads across his lips, you already glower at the possibilities.

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Love is mysterious -Elijah Mikaelson imagine

Originally posted by swagmama


“How could you, the most innocent person ever be in love with Elijah mikealson?” Caroline asked. We were currently in the living room of Salvatore house.

 “What do you mean?” “His an original. His killed thousands of people and, you could not even harm an ant.” Caroline was always full of questions, maybe that’s why I loved her. She was so curious, creative and, caring. Unlike me, I was always to shy and nervous.

 “Love is mysterious, it works in funny ways. Lijah brings out a side to me I thought was never there. When I’m with him there’s just a connection, like two puzzle pieces that go together. He gets me out of my comfort place, out of my little shell. It’s like I’m a different person with him, not the innocent shy one everyone knows me as, but a strong confident one that Elijah know I can be” I let my heart speak for me, no caring what anyone thought about me. Also having no idea Elijah was on the other side of the front door hearing everything.

 "I just figured, that people like that would never find love"

 "People like what Caroline? Yes, he has killed many times. He kills to survive, like any other vampire. The difference between you and him is that your ashamed of what you are and his not.“ I said sounding very pissed. Grabbing my bag, and exiting.

 I opened the door to see my wonderful boyfriend on the other side. "Hello” He said. “How much of that did you hear” you quietly asked, looking down at the floor. “All of that” he lifted my head up.

 "That was very brave of you. I know how you feel about, standing up to your friends.“ "I couldn’t let her keep talking about you like you some sort of animal Lijah. That just wasn’t right” I said, embracing him in a hug.

 ****

 Elijah and I, where at his house. We were going to have dinner with his family tonight. I kept glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I was super nervous, I had meet them before but just briefly.

 "You don’t have to be so nervous, they’ll love you. Trust me, they’ll love you as much as I do.“ Lijah said, walking from behind me and wrapping his arms around me. He always knew exactly what to say to calm me down.

 **** 

 We sitting all at the dinner table, Lijah and his siblings having small chat. "So Y/n, how’s your confidence going” Kluas asked, everyone knew I had a problem with my confidence.

 "I don’t know, How’s world domination going" I said, quietly. They all laughed even Kluas.

 "How do you people say know a days, lol! Elijah, I like her. Don’t scare her away" Rebekah said.

 "I wouldn’t dare of scaring her away, she’s the love of my life.“ Lijah said, grabbing my hand. 

 I knew I was going to marry this man one day


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Archie Andrews | One step at a time (possible series)

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Warnings: sad, mention of suicide and a suicide attempt, may contain spoilers if you haven’t seen till episode 11-12

A/N: I am thinking of making a little series with this but if I do it’s gonna be like so depressing and reader slowly revealing her past to her friends and boyfriend and I don’t know if anyone wants to read it… If any of you want to please let me know in my inbox soo yeah, hope you like this ♥♥

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Can you do a Archie imagine where him and the reader are dating and instead of Cheryl falling through the ice it’s the reader and Archie, Veronica, jughead and Betty go after her?


In the small town of Riverdale no one ever thought how bad things can escalate to the level it has now. After the surprising death of Jason Blossom so many more catastrophes occured, slowly driving the little town into chaos. While everything else seemed to be a disaster and the case of the mysterious murder seemed to be held back due to lack of evidence got solved, placing FP Jones in the crime scene, with the crime weapon, killing the poor teenager. But, a group of teenagers were opposed to the decision of the sheriff and even if the evidence threw the blame towards FP, the group of teenagers managed to find out who the killer was. Clifford Blossom.

After the following death of the routhless father; it was a suicide, things seemed to simply change. People were relieved a psyco like that was finally gone, even if that ment that he died. Everyone let loose, exept her. She was one of the foolish teenagers that risked their lives to solved the case of the unfortunate football leader. It was not easy for her to see all these things happen around her so fast, so soon. It hurt her more than anyone could ever think, but she didn’t understand why. There were some pretty nasty comments thrown at her and she started making some pretty dark thoughts herself. All untill she knew what to do. 

After taking some time to think about what she should do all night, the sixteen year old, took the whole day after that to tell and show her friends how much she appreciated them. She gave Jughead a little crown medallion, just like the one he gave her when they were kids to show her how importand she was to him. She gave Betty a beautiful ring matching the one the (hair color) haired girl was always wearing, and she also gave Veronica a matching one as well; to show them how much they ment to her. Last of all was Archie. He was not like everyone else, he was not just her best friend, but her boyfriend as well. She gave him guitar that he wanted to buy for a long time, and that’s when he new something was going very wrong.

By the time the sky started to become darker the girl was already by the Sweetwater river, mentaly prepearing herself for what was to come. On the other side of the little forest to the river, the four other teenagers were worried to death as to were their friend, best friend and girlfriend was. They looked everything and they took turns trying to call her phone. Veronica actually managed to do it and put it on speaker so everyone would listen. “Y/N, where are you, we are worried sick,” the voice of a very wary Veronica traveled through the phone line. “I’m ok, don’t worry about it,” she said calmly to her. “Darling, tell as where you are. I know something is wrong just tell us,” her loving boyfriend pleaded but the girl didn’t crack even the slightest bit. “Oh, Archie. Oh, how I love you. You mean so much to me,” she said silently crying. “I love all four of you so much. Thank you for caring but it’s not going to do anything now. I love you but I have to go. I’ll sent Jason your greetings,” and she hung up. Everyone was shocked hearing the last words of the girl. “The Sweetwater,” one of them thought out loud and dashed towards the newly found destination as the rest followed close behind.

The first one to make it to the river has the gracious red head, but the love of his life was already far, far away. “Y/N, no, no, no. Don’t do it. Whatever it is that is bothering you we can fix that together.” He shouted while the rest of the group finally caught up. “There’s nothing you can fix. Not anymore.” She yelled back. The read head went to run up to her and stop her, but Veronica held him back. “The ice will not handle the weight,” the raven haired girl noticed and the others agreed. “But I need to stop her,” “We will,” Jughead reasoned his friend. “Y/N, please come here. Get away from the ice. We need you. I need you. Remember why I gave you that crown necklace?” Jughead tried to talk some sence into the girl. She simply nodded her head and the boy continued. “I gave it to you cause you are so important to me. I gave it to you to remind you that you are the only person I trust with my life. Please,” he pleaded but it was no too late. The girl moved a little and the ice that was previously cracked now created a hole and took the girl inside of it.

Archie couldn’t hold back anymore. He dushed towards the girl in hopes to get her out of the water before the current takes her body away. But it was to late. The group of teenages followed the girl’s body until it stopped. The aspiring musician fell on his knees and started puching the ice with the goal to break it and get his girl out of it. Blood started to run from his fists as the raven haired girl looked at his actions with aw, and the blonde clutched onto her boyfriend’s arm, crying while hidding behind his shoulder.

After finally managing to save the girl, the group ended up in Veronica’s house. Archie was holding the (hair color) haired girl in his arms, attempting to warm her up as the fire didn’t seem to help as much. The blanket around the two allowed his to trasfer warmth from his body to hers. He had removed his shirt previously and placing her in it after removing her soaking wet clothes, so the warmth of his body radiated to the girl easier. Jughead was sitting behind them in the couch with Betty in his arms trying to get her out of the shocked state of watching her friend attempt to kill herself, and Veronica was standing next to her mum discussing about the incident. “It’s gonna be ok.  I’m here. I love you.” Was all Archie could manage to make himself say to set the love of his life at ease. “We’ll do this. Together. One step at a time.”

ransom and holster get married the summer before their senior year
  • they decide not to change their names
    • birkholtz-oluransi is way too long for a jersey
    • so is oluransi-birkholtz obviously
    • also, two players with the same last name on the same line who are both captains? too confusing.
    • ransom has to fill out med school entrance exams and there are never enough boxes that he’d be able to put birkholtz-oluransi
      • sometimes he has to be O L U R A N S, J U S T I N
  • they obviously got married at niagara falls. they send pics to the grouptext and post them all over facebook
    • but
    • they forget to mention the marriage part
    • they’re so excited about all the other stuff they did that they just. forget
    • there are pictures from the actual wedding on the actual boat that goes under the falls
    • but they don’t send any of the ceremony just of them being incredibly happy, which is, honestly, not out of the ordinary
  • they asked the whole team to come up but they never explicitly said Come To Niagara Falls For Our Actual Wedding, just ‘hey you guys should all come up !!’
  • they wear their rings but after holster got a weird bruise on his hand from the ring when his hand got trapped between his body and the boards in their first practice, they wear them on necklaces
  • everyone knew they were gonna live together after graduation
  • the first time the guys realize they’re together, like a couple, never mind married is when they post a pic, kissing, showing off their rings, captioned ‘so grateful we get to be together for the rest of their lives’
    • the team is like CONGRATS BROS!!!! 
      • the guys all think r&h have just gotten engaged
      • but no one says the words ‘engaged’ or ‘married’ or ‘wedding’
      • so ransom and holster are like ‘thanks!!’ and they don’t say ‘it’s our first anniversary’ because they think everyone already knows that
      • bitty is internally like ‘do they know their rings are on the wrong hand!!! do i tell them????!!!!???’
  • eventually the guys are like ‘damn this is a long-ass engagement’
    • whiskey and tango have gotten together gotten married and adopted a child and ransom and holster are still engaged
    • chowder and farmer have three children and farmer got a master’s, a phd, and the first authorship on the discovery of a new kind of whale and ransom and holster are still engaged
    • they must be waiting until ransom’s got a solid position in his hospital and holtz is out of the nhl (it’s gotten better with lgbt athletes, what with jack and kent and a couple others, but it’s still not great, and holster’s good but not a wunderkind like jack or kent, so his being publicly gay might be messy)
  • the guys don’t actually figure out that ransom and holster are married until ten years after the fact
    • r&h invite everybody out to seattle for their tenth anniversary
    • everyone goes even though they’re like ‘uh. anniversaries are usually for weddings not engagements. but whatever these are our bros and we support them’
    • shitty gives them a bunch of tin and tells them to appropriate WASP marriage culture (bc, u know, one is Black, one is Jewish, neither of them are married)
    • lardo’s like ‘also it’s your ninth?? shitty’s getting tenth reunion emails, our tenth reunion and thus your tenth anniversary won’t be until next summer’
    • tango’s just like ‘are you guys ever gonna get married??’
  • ransom and holster are very confused
    • uh guys??? you know we’re married right?
    • i mean we’re not as Married TM as jack and bitty or god forbid chowder and farmer but… we are. definitely married
    • we’ve been married for a decade
    • we call each other our husbands
  • everyone: ‘WHAT THE FUCK WHEN DID YOU GET MARRIED????’
    • ‘i mean…. it’s in the title….. it’s our tenth anniversary…. so……. ten years ago’
  • bitty, shocked and horrified: ‘you didn”T INVITE ME TO YOUR WEDDING????????’
    • rans: ‘bro we did’
    • bitty: ‘you most certainly did not!’
    • holtz: ‘we invited all you guys?’
    • everyone: ‘lies, we never got invited to any wedding’
    • ‘we invited everyone up to niagara over the summer? nobody came which was kind of a bummer honestly’
  • lardo, who has been silently rethinking life: ‘but that means you would have been married our entire senior year’
    • holster: ‘you are not wrong’
    • ransom: ‘why did you think all the married students housing applications kept being delivered to the haus’
    • dex: ‘nursey and i were pretty sure it was because of chowder’
    • chowder: ‘i didn’t get married THAT early’
  • ransom and holster are forced to resort to pulling out their actual legal marriage certificates
    • both of them
    • from two countries
  • shitty needs to sit down and reevaluate his entire life
  • bitty is mortified that he never made them a wedding cake or a marriage pie or anything
  • whiskey walks in late to the discussion because he was changing his and tango’s daughter’s diaper
    • he silently hands over a card. it just says ‘happy ten years. niagara has never seen a stronger love’
    • whiskey has been fully aware that ransom and holster were married. 
    • for a decade.
  • he was actually their legal witness.
    • because he was the only one who shOWED UP THAT WEEKEND
    • he wasn’t even on the team
    • he still doesn’t know how he got added to the grouptext
    • he just showed up because he thought it was some kind of team bonding thing
    • his cousin john said he should go, said it would be ‘narratively entertaining’


tl;dr: ransom and holster got married and managed to accidentally not tell anyone on smh for ten entire years

brought to you in part by @the-strangest-sea

I Love You, and Only You (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

Request:   Can you please make a one-shot where the reader is dating Newt but she thinks he still has feelings for his ex (Tina)? Lots of fluff!  - @blackrose22-0

Aghhh I got way off track with this one but I really liked it

H/H: Hogwarts House

I/H: Ilvermorny House

Y/N/N: Your nickname


When Tina broke up with Newt (yes, that’s right.  Tina broke up with Newt.  Not the other way around) for some muscular Auror guy, he was heart broken.  He refused to interact with anyone but his creatures for a week.  You, being his best friend, tried to coax him out of his case.  Eventually he gave in, and allowed you to hold him while he clung to you and cried on your shoulder.  When you lifted his head up to look at him, he looked right into your eyes, studying you carefully.  His gaze fell down to your lips, making your eyes widen a bit.  Newt leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, although you pulled away rather quickly.

“I-I’m sorry… that wasn’t right…,” Newt said quietly.

You thought for a moment.  “But it felt so right,” you said, crashing your lips back onto Newt’s.

He responded immediately, bringing his arms down to your waist.  You wrapped your arms aorund his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.  Newt’s tongue lightly brushed your bottom lip.

You both pulled away breathless.  You spent a good fifteen seconds staring at each other until Newt finally realized something.

“It was you… it was always you… never her.”

You smiled.  “I’m glad you finally noticed,” you replied and kissed his nose.

Ever since that day, you two never mentioned Tina again.  However, you worked for MACUSA, so her name would occasionally pop up somewhere.  

It was around Christmas (deal with it), and MACUSA was holding a Christmas party.  You were very excited to attend with Newt, until you realized something.  Tina was sure to be there with her Auror boyfriend.  It hadn’t crossed Newt’s mind, and you didn’t want to worry him, so you didn’t bother to tell him.  You wanted to have a good time with Newt rather than worry about his ex.  You had thought about just not going, but since you were the personal secretary to Seraphina Piquery, you didn’t exactly have a choice.

As you were applying the final touches of your makeup, you thought of something that made the color drain from your now-rosy cheeks.

What if Newt still has feelings for Tina?  I mean, she was the one to break up with him, so is it possible he still has the slightest bit of love for her?

You set down your lipstick and took a deep breath.

I’m not going to let these crazy and absurd thoughts ruin tonight.

So you walked out of the bathroom, left your apartment bundled in a warm coat and your H/H or I/H scarf, your arm linked with Newt’s.

As you entered MACUSA headquarters, you quickly scanned the crowd to see if Tina was present at the moment.

Thankfully, you couldn’t spot her anywhere.  However, Newt noticed your worried look.  “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“What?  Oh!  Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just zoned out a little.”

“Okay.  But, let me know if you want to leave, alright?” he said, unlinking his arm from yours and entwining your fingers together.

“Of course, love.”

You and Newt weren’t the kind of people known as ‘social butterflies’.  You both preferred to sit at a table and observe the scene.  Occasionally some of your friends would come over and wish you a merry christmas, but not much more than that.  You and Newt enjoyed each other’s company, clearly being the most adorable couple there.

But your smiles faded as soon as you saw her.

There was Tina, bright-faced gripping the arm of who had to be her boyfriend.  You didn’t know his name, but he was tall, well-built, and really handsome (but to you, nobody could ever be more attractive than your Newt).  Tina was laughing with him and some of their fellow Aurors.  

Newt saw your face drop.  “What is it, Y/N/N?”  he looked to where you were staring, and his smile faded too.  Newt took notice that your facial expression wasn’t just disgust, but also worry.  Newt took your hand in his.  “Why do you look so worried, dear?”

You turned to look at him.  “Do you… do you still have feelings for her?” you asked, your face turning into one of sorrow.

Newt looked at you shocked and surprised.  “What?  Feelings for Tina?  Good heavens no!  Why would you ever think such a thing?”

“It’s just… it’s just, you were so heartbroken when she broke up with you, that… it wouldn’t surprise me if you still loved her.”

Newt leaned over the table and took your face in his hands.  “Y/N, listen to me.  She hurt me.  More than anyone ever has before.  But you were the one that stuck by my side when it happened.  You showed that you loved me more than she ever had.  More than anyone has, really.  If Tina didn’t truly love me, then I’m glad she left me.  You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.  A gorgeous lady that loves me for me.  I love you, and only you.”

You grinned, and a tear of joy slipped down your cheek.  “I love you.  So much.”

“I love you too.”

You both leaned in and kissed, which quickly turned into a heated make-out session.  Luckily, Tina turned around just at the right time to see it.


Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

Troll-hole adventures (Thorin x Reader)

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

Requested by Anon: “Hello! What about number 13 with Thorin or Fili ? :).”

Number 13 = “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

Thank you very much for the request, anon and I’m sorry that it took me a few days to write it! But I had to change a lot to improve it and I still don’t like it very much… I bet y’all would have prefered if I had done something like them being locked up in a room by Kili or something, but I wanted to try something new, and well… let’s just hope you’ll enjoy it :)

I chose Thorin, because I did Fili not long ago, I hope that’s okay xx .

Word count: 3216

Warnings: Fluff and let’s just pretend that you and Thorin never feel the urge to go to the toilet and you aren’t that hungry while being locked in there

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My Thoughts on Demoncism/Sophomore Slump

So I just finished watching Demoncism/Sophmore Slump on the Disney NOW app. I bet you can all guess what I’m felling right now.

If anyone knows the refund policy for Amazon Instant Video, let me know. Kthx


Demoncism

So my hatred of Tom has been long documented by this point. If TomStar was going to happen, I feel like “Why did I even bother with any of this?” A lot of people are just eating up his “character development” but the truth is no one gets a cookie for being a decent person. You’re supposed to be a decent person by default. But for Tom, everyone has seemed to lower their standards for him. I calmed down when I read the synopsis because I though I just had to put up with him for two episodes and then I could move on with my life. Now I have to tolerate my favorite show instead of enjoy it. The reason I never complained about Jarco this much is because I actually like Jackie. Speaking of which…


Sophomore Slump

I’m not angry at this episode; I just feel sad, but I think I’m supposed to. Marco always wanted adventure and a little bit of danger and Star always delivered. Then he went to Mewni and helped defeat Toffee and returned to Earth without Star. Without Star, there’s no adventure. His mom’s summer in France analogy is perfect for what he’s going through right now. I’m Marco Diaz’s biggest fan but even I’ll be the first to say he was kinda being super annoying. 

Look at him and his friends playing D&D like a buncha NERDS.

Originally posted by nerdbrose

I have mixed feelings about the Jarco date. On one hand, it was sweet. On the other hand, it was so hard to watch someone try so hard and so very little at the same time. And I’m just sad. I’m so sad. I’ve always been the biggest starco fan. Even so, I’ve never said anything negative about Jackie. Watching her break up with Marco, I said out loud to myself, “She is the coolest person in the world.” She is. She handled that like a champ. Props to the animators for all the facial expressions. You can see her processing everything she was about to do. I feel bad for both of them. Marco spent the majority of his life having a crush on this girl and when he’s finally with her, she’s just as cool as he thought she was. Jackie has this boyfriend who is super sweet but something’s just pulling him away. There’s no bad guy and nobody wins. 

Marco’s going back to Mewni, but with TomStar looking the way it is, it’s like why bother?

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Here is my cosplay of Glory from Shadowrun: Dragonfall! Man, this cosplay was so fun to make. First time building armor like this and I’m so pleased with how it turned out! These beautiful pictures were taken by my boyfriend at Otakon 2015; which was a blast even though I didn’t get to wear her for very long because my arms got tired. It may not be too apparent in these photos, but there are lights in the arms! Not canon, but I thought it would look cooler. Only one person recognized me but I was glad that somebody did! If anyone has any other pictures of me let me know. (:

I Know Part Two

Word count: 2373

Summary: Waking up to banging at the door

Wanring: Annnnnngst, smuuuuuuuuut.


A/N: OKAY! I just want to thank everyone again! You all have made me tear up, I never would have thought my writing would get any notes, you guys are all amazing with your reblogs and thank you so much for following me those that have. I’ve so nervous on sharing this as the first part has soooo much pressure one this one and I’m not great on writing smut, haha…

Okay..I’ll shut up.

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Your legs felt weak and heavier with every step you took towards your door, you were emotionally drained and wanted to get inside your house before you broke down. After getting in you walked blindly into your bedroom, throwing your shoes off you landed with a loud thump onto the comfort of your bed.

You sat silently for a few moments before your tears finally broke free. You laid still as the hot tears burned down your face, sob after sob burst through your aching throat. The embarrassment tore through your body as you pulled your knees to your chest.

You were an embarrassment to yourself.

Would you be able to show your face to anyone ever again?

Has Daveed told anyone?

Does he hate you now..?

The painful questions repeated in your mind, it was 3am and you were still wide awake, the guilt sat heavily in your heart and pumped through your veins as you stared blankly at your bedroom wall.

You felt some exhaustion, but you felt that it would be unfair to get any sleep, god knows Daveed was awake.

How you wished that you could call him, to hear his voice… but you were probably the last person he wanted to walk to at this moment.

As the minutes slipped by your burning tender eyes began to blur, your body ached from the hours of crying. You had heard your phone buzz a few times but chose to ignore it.

You knew Rafa had some sense of your feelings for Daveed, you could see it in his eyes after Daveed brought up how he had told him of his plans to propose, you saw the fear and guilt as he looked back at you.

You felt so stupid at that moment, one second you felt you could tell him anything and the next he had betrayed you.

You groaned as you pulled your pillow over your head, you felt so selfish for your thoughts and actions you hated yourself for it.

As more minutes ticked by sleep finally found you, you drifted off, hoping that this night was nothing more than a nightmare.

Your body jolted awake around 7am, the sun beamed down over your face, you opened your sore eyes to the morning and groaned as your head pounded roughly. Unfortunately the memories of last night were still alive and well in your mind, as your stomach churned at the thought of your mistakes your body shivered with nausea. You bolted from your bed to your bathroom and released the whiskey from the previous night.

You spent an hour glued to the cold bathroom floor, cooling your face and regretting everything that happened, every time you blinked you could see Daveed’s lost heartbroken face and your heart tensed.

You finally forced yourself up and changed from you dress into your pajamas and headed to the kitchen for water.

The hours of the day unfortunately flew by as you continued to ignore every noise that came from your phone that usually remained quiet, you just sat and barely watched TV, mostly you were debating on calling Daveed or Rafa with guilt sitting at the pit of your stomach.

Before you knew it, it was 1am and you were drifting back to sleep on your stiff couch, but as soon as your eyes fluttered shut you were awaken by sudden banging at your door. The warmth drained from you as you removed the blanket you were wrapped in and walked carefully to the door.

The pounding continued with ever step, when you reached for your doorknob you took in a deep breath before turning it.

Swinging the door open you froze, just like last night, Daveed stood in front of you. His face was tired, he was still in the clothes from last night and he looked hurt, but mostly angry.

You attempted to slam the door shut, you’d listen to him banging on the door all night if you had too, it would be better than talking to him. But his hand smacked loudly against the closing door forcing it open once more, he moved fast as he walked past you and inside your house.

You took in a shaky breath. “Get out.” you muttered from the still open door. You turned to face him, he was just staring at you. “I said get out!” you shouted, you voice echoed into the empty street. He was suddenly in front of you once more causing you to move back and close the door with your back, his hands rested on either side of you on your door. “So what, you’re just going to ignore me?” he questioned, his voice was hoarse. You refused to look at him, his hand slammed against the door causing you to jump as he pushed himself away from you. “Dammit, Y/N. You cannot just do this to me!”  he barked at you as he sat on your couch putting his face in his hands and kicking at your coffee table.

“Then leave.” You offered, he ignored your words as he pulled his hair back. “Why did you do this to me?” before you could defend yourself he exploded once more. “I haven’t slept, eaten, anything since last night! I have barely spoken two words to Lauren and its your fault!” he accused. You let out a scoff. “I didn’t plan this Daveed.” you snapped back at him. “You may not have planned it.” he growled. “But you’ve ruined my life.” You could feel your heart pound violently in your chest, it hurt, not as much as his words though. “I wasn’t the one who kissed you!” you shouted. “You kissed me!” you pointed at him angrily. “Why didn’t you just let me leave!?” You asked tears pricking at your eyes, it felt like glass cutting into you. “You tell me!” He seethed clenching his fists. “You tell me why you acted like that!” You shook your head wishing this would all just end. “Daveed just get the hell out, go back to Lauren.”

“I said tell me!” He ordered standing from the couch . “Because I love you, you fucking idiot!” You snapped, he took a step forward, as you went to back up you realized there was nowhere to go. “No you don’t.” he argued, you scoffed in disbelief. “No, you’re right, I just did it to ruin your night.” He continued to step towards you. “That’s sure what it felt like, what is it you hate Lauren?” Shaking your head you closed your eyes, tears slipped down your cheeks. “I don’t hate her.” you mumbled. “Then what? You hate me? You hate to see me happy don’t you?” You sobbed as he threw insults at you. “You’re selfish Y/N!”

“Yes, I know that! And I’m sorry!” You screamed back. “And you know that, so why the fuck are you here!?” Daveed stopped moving as he stared at your shaking body. “You’re not sorry.” He growled. You could barely wipe the tears from your eyes before Daveed had you up against the door, his lips smashed onto yours, his anger overran his kiss as he pinned you harder into the door, he pulled back to give you air. “Daveed.” you panted, trying to tell him he would regret this. “Shut up.” he ordered as his lips met yours again, it was rough yet tender, you could feel his heart beating against your chest as he pulled you close to him.

Your mind went blank as his lips moved from yours to your neck, biting and sucking you moaned, you tried to move to tangle your hands in his hair but you were quickly stopped. His hand gripped your wrists and pulled them over your head. “I’ll show you sorry.” he teased against your hot skin. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips as he moved you to your bedroom. He let you down on your bed and unbuttoned his shirt and quickly threw it to the side. There was no time for thinking, no time for foreplay as you reached for his belt. “God, Y/N” he muttered, you held your breath for a second waiting for him to realize what was happening and leave, but as his hand moved to slid down the strap of your shirt you relaxed.

Soon his dress pants and your pajamas were thrown to the ground, “Nothing on underneath, huh? Were you waiting for me?” he questioned as his lips met with your neck once more and sucked hard marking you as his. “Daveed.” you cried out as his lips moved down your neck. “Whats that Kitten?” your hands gripped at the sheets of the bed at the use of your nickname. “Turn over” He demanded lightly in your ear, causing you to shiver, you quickly scrambled to your hands and knees on your bed, you heard Daveed take in a sharp breath as he scanned over your body. “Good girl.” he shuddered. His hands held your waist and as you began to beg for him he thrust his cock in you without warning, throwing your head back you let out a breathy gasp. He gave you no time to adjust to his size before slamming into you once more before picking up the pace. You hands gripped tightly at the front of the bed, one particular thrust had you face first in the mattress. “That’s right Kitten.” Daveed encouraged as his nails dug deep into your skin. Thrust after thrust you could feel a familiar pressure growing in your stomach as he continued to fuck deeper in you. “Daveed.” You whimpered, one of his hands moved to your head as he grabbed a handful of your hair, it didn’t hurt it just added to the pleasure as he used it for grip. “Are you sorry?” He growled out to you. You nodded unable to form any words, a slight tug came from your hair and your head moved up. “No, no kitty. Tell me.” He demanded, slamming into you making it harder for you to concentrate on his words. “Oh fuck, I-I’m sorry!” You cried out, the building orgasm had your leg numb and shaking. “Are you going for cum for me?” he questioned his voice deep and hoarse. “God yes.” You whimpered, you could feel Daveed lean over your naked body, his hair gliding against your back, his cock filling you. “Cum for me Y/N, cum for daddy, kitten.” Like magic your body was overtaken by your orgasm, your back arched and your knuckles whitened as you tightened your grip. You could feel yourself tighten around Daveed’s cock as wave after wave of ecstasy filled your body. “Oh fuck!” You shouted out, Daveed grunted his cock throbbing inside you, he leaned into you so hard you could barely keep your position as he came, you felt him spill into you as he almost collapsed onto you.

You both rode out the rest of your highs before he slid out of you and lay next to you panting in the thick air.

You rolled back on your back and stared at your ceiling, you desperately tried to hold onto your euphoria instead of the crashing realization of what you had just done.

You turned to your side away from Daveed unsure of what he was thinking, you didn’t want to look at his face only to see regret.

His arm draped over your and pull you closer, you both lay there silently unsure on what to say to each other, sleep soon over took the two of you as you wished you could ask him what this meant.

The next morning came quickly, your eyes opened slowly before you jumped from you sleeping position, you turned around to find Daveed missing. Your heart dropped as you scanned your room, his clothes were gone and your bedroom door was left ajar.

You quickly threw on your pajamas and quietly walked out of the room. All you felt was your heart pounding in your chest, you mind was nothing but white noise as you entered your kitchen.

There he was, dressed once more, leaning over the kitchen counter, an empty cup of coffee set in front of him.

As you came into eye sight he spun on his heel to face you. You fidgeted with your hands, almost ready to laugh about what happened, then he spoke. “I cannot believe you.” he hissed, your head almost snapped as you looked up at him. “What?” you croaked out. He quickly looked away from you, too upset to look in your eyes. “I need to go.” he said low, you let out a bitter laugh. “So I’m just what, a fuck and dump?” You asked trudging towards him. “I’m getting married Y/N” he stated, you shoved him hard. “I know that! You don’t think I know that?!” You shouted pushing him further. “Y/N stop!” he said grabbing at your wrists. “No! You don’t get to fucking touch me anymore!” You said snapping your arms away from him. “What did you expect Y/N?” Tears streamed down your cheeks once more, you were so tired of crying. “You used me!” You wailed. Daveed kept quiet as you wiped furiously at your face. “Get out! I never want to see you again!” You screamed picking up the empty coffee mug. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.” He tried to walk forward to you, you threw the coffee mug shattering it on the floor by his feet. “I said don’t touch me!” You warned. “You blame me for this, you’re the one that kissed me! Both times!” You bawled, you held yourself together, you wouldn’t let him see you collapse. You gathered yourself together and stared him dead in the eye. “You’re the worst mistake I’ve ever made.” you said coldly.

Daveed stared at you in disbelief, “If you make me leave, I am never coming back Y/N.” he threatened as he made his way to your door. You swallowed hard as he turned the door knob, trying to break you. With one final broken breath you and one last look in his eyes you uttered your final word to him. “Good.”

Shifted - Part 6, Chapter 6

Every Tuesday I’ll be posting a chapter from my brand new AU story. The premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?
Previous installments…


Part 6 - The Honeymoon

Lallybroch, Summer 1763

Chapter 6


“Dear me,” she breathed. “You’d think we’d been apart twenty years.”

 

Jamie nuzzled and sucked her neck with slow, wet kisses. “Mmphmm. When was the last time we lay together in the middle of the day? Yer skin looks so bonny in the sunlight, mo nighean donn.”

 

She hummed against him, winding her legs tighter around his hips. The motion shifted him even deeper inside her, and they both gasped.

 

A Dhia,” he whispered. “Claire, ye feel so – I canna describe it.”

 

She ran a gentle hand over his shoulders, tracing the web of his scars. “I know. I feel it too.” She paused, thoughtful. “You said that on our wedding night, didn’t you?”

 

She shivered as Jamie gently bit her collarbone. “I said a lot of things, Sassenach. Can ye be a wee bit more specific?”

 

A Dhia. Right before we made love the first time.”

 

He snorted. “Aye, I did. Though I canna say it was making love – I had no idea what in hell I was doing, and I certainly didna ken that ye were meant to get something out of it.”

 

Her fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his skull. “I forgive you for that time. You’ve more than made up for it since then.”

 

He sighed against her. “It’s no’ blasphemy to say that, ken. It’s a prayer of thanks.” He raised up on his elbows to just look at her. Christ, she was beautiful, cheeks pink with color and hair all frizzy around her heid. “I could pray my thanks for being marrit to ye every second of every day for the rest of my life, Claire, and it would never be enough.”

 

Her eyes glistened with tears. She ran her thumb over his nose and chin. He parted his lips and took her thumb in his mouth, sucking softly.

 

Gently his hips began the slow, familiar rhythm. Her lips parted and she gasped, tears slipping down her cheeks. He eased her thumb out of his mouth and traced his own thumb along the path of her tears. “Shh. Let it out, mo graidh. Let me love you some more.”

 

Later, flushed and rumpled and yet energized, he held her tightly to his chest, lips against her hairline, watching the sun set through the grimy window.

 

“What’s been troubling ye, Claire?” he asked softly. “Honesty, now.”

 

She sighed – he felt the rush of warm air against his shoulder. “I can’t really describe it. Just – so much feeling.”

 

“About what?”

 

She paused. “You and the children, mostly.”

 

“But ye’ve always had those worries. What makes it different now?”

 

Her hand found his and wrapped her fingers around his thumb, caressing. “I have worried every day since we returned from France that you’ll be taken from me. I worry about how things will change once you’re free to leave Lallybroch in three years’ time. I worry about the children – what will come next for them in their lives, whether Brianna will ever find a husband that truly understands and respects her, whether William will stay with us once he’s grown or whether he’ll want to seek his own adventure in Inverness or Edinburgh or another city.”

 

He kissed her forehead. “Ye’re such a good mother – of course ye should worry. But have I done anything recently to make ye think that I’ll be taken from ye?”

 

He felt her shake her head. “No – no more than the usual. Just – my greatest fear is being parted from you.”

 

He settled down on the pillow to meet her eyes. “Ye ken I’ll never let that happen.”

 

She caressed his cheek. “I ken, Jamie. But it’s happened before – even though you fought so hard for it not to. It nearly killed me, you know that.”

 

“I do. But do ye think it was any different for me, Claire?”

 

“No, I don’t. But it’s always at the back of my mind – if something were to happen to you, what would I do?”

 

He closed his eyes and sighed. “We’ve never talked of it, have we?”

 

“No, we haven’t. But we should.”

 

“Tomorrow, perhaps? I’ve been thinking – we should walk along the burn, you could gather some of your wee herbs and I’ll find fish for our supper.”

 

She smiled. “Are you deliberately trying to replicate what we did right after we married?”

 

He butted her nose with his. “Maybe.”

 

She kissed him then, slow and sweet.

 

“I’ve got an idea.”

 

He kissed her chin and settled his hand at the small of her back. She nestled into his chest. “What is it?”

 

She smiled, almost shyly. “Tell me something about yourself you’ve never told me before. And I’ll do the same.”

 

His eyebrow raised. “Ye already ken all the important things about me, Sassenach.”

 

Gently she nudged his shoulder. “Come on. There has to be something you’ve never told me.”

 

He frowned, then – blushed? His cheeks flushed beneath her hand.

 

“Jamie? What is it? Surely it can’t be that bad?” She kissed the tip of his nose. “You’re not going to tell me that you weren’t a virgin on our wedding night, after all?”

 

“No, that’s God’s honest truth. Rather - I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me, but I felt the same way on our wedding night, and even though ye did laugh at me I didna mind it so much.”

 

She caressed his cheek, curious. “Tell me.”

 

He swallowed. “Do ye remember when we were trying to – trying to conceive William?”

 

She smiled widely. “Yes. And you don’t?”

 

He sighed, exasperated. “Ah. Weel. I never told ye this – but I did a lot of praying, then.”

 

Love surged in her heart. “I know – I understood the prayer you said, every time you finished inside me.”

 

That stopped him. “Ye did?”

 

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “It’s one of the most beautiful and thoughtful things anyone has ever done for me. I didn’t let on because – because I didn’t want you to stop. And it worked in the end, did it not?”

 

He breathed in her hair deeply. “Aye, I suppose. Only, I didna just do that. I prayed a whole rosary every day. And I – ” he paused. “I – I took some herbs every day, too.”

 

Claire rose up on one elbow. “What? What kind of herbs?”

 

He lay flat on his back and rubbed his hands over his face. “I went early on to see Grannie MacNab, to help her wi’ chores. She could tell straight away that something was troubling me – so I told her that you and I were trying for another bairn. And she told me that every day for the first ten years of her marriage to Mr. MacNab, she’d fed him some herbs wi’ his parritch. To make his seed stronger, ken? And she had the eight boys in twelve years, so…”

 

Claire was profoundly touched. “So is that what you did, then?”

 

“Aye. She was verra matter-of-fact about it, she told me where to find the plants and how to prepare them.” He reached up one hand and delicately traced down her nose and cheek. “I wanted – I wanted my seed to be as strong as possible, every time we lay together. I wanted so badly to give ye another child, mo nighean donn. So as soon as ye told me about the bairn I had to let her know – to thank her.”

 

“That’s why you’re always taking William up there – out of thanks.”

 

“Aye, I suppose. Only – it brings her joy to see me wi’ him. To ken that she played a small part in him coming to be.” He sat up against the headboard and crossed his arms. “I would have done anything, Claire – anything to give ye another bairn. So.”

 

She settled into his shoulder against the headboard. “Thank you.”

 

“Ye’re welcome.” He kissed her forehead, then grinned. “Now it’s yer turn.”

 

Claire traced her fingers along his collarbone, thoughtful.

 

“I wasn’t a virgin when I married Frank.”

 

Jamie jerked away from the headboard and grasped both her hands in his. “What?”

 

She smiled. “I’m glad I can still surprise you, after all these years.”

 

He blinked. “What do ye mean, ye werena a virgin when you marrit him?” A look of horror crossed his face. “There’s no’ another husband ye havena told me about, is there?”

 

She squeezed his fingers. “No – I’ve only been married twice. I had a lover before I met Frank – I lost my virginity to him.”

 

Jamie’s brow furrowed. “Who was he? How old were ye? What happened to him? Did he break yer heart? Do ye think of him still? Did ye – ”

 

She settled a finger against his lips. “Shh. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

 

He swallowed. “Any other men I should know about, Sassenach?”

 

She smiled. “No, Jamie. And I’ve never mentioned him to you because I honestly haven’t thought about him for years. I hadn’t thought about him for a long time before I met you.”

 

His blue gaze pierced through her. “Tell me everything.”

 

She moved closer, nudging her knees against his. “I met him when I was sixteen. He was an assistant of my uncle’s – on a short expedition. He was older than me – a university student in his early twenties. I took a fancy to him – and he to me.”

 

Jamie’s arms vibrated with tension. “Why did ye give him yer maidenheid?”

 

She sighed. “My uncle took a trip for a few weeks – left me alone with him. Things – sped up while my uncle was away. It was the summertime. I thought I was ready to be a woman, and I told him as much.”

 

He shook his head. “Always telling men what to do.”

 

She ignored his comment. “So – I told him I wanted to be a woman, not a girl. It was very brief, very passionate. Then my uncle came back, and then he was called back to the university on urgent business. And I never saw him again.”

 

He caressed the backs of her hands. “That was it, then?”

 

She nodded. “Frank didn’t mind when we married – I knew he’d had lovers before, and he said it wasn’t fair for him to judge me when I hadn’t judged him.”

 

Jamie looked down at their joined hands. “Did ye love him?”

 

She shook her head and met his gaze head-on. “No. I thought I did, but now I know that it wasn’t love. He broke my heart, Jamie. It was a very painful and confusing time. He showed me that I was indeed a woman – that I had the body of a woman – but he destroyed a piece of my heart. I realized that I’d always want more than he could give.” She paused. “I suppose I always wanted more from Frank than he could give me, too.”

 

Jamie’s thumb traced her iron ring – so worn from nearly twenty years of use. “And me?” he said, voice small and quiet. “Do ye want more than I can give ye?”

 

She smiled and crawled into his lap, wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders. “You have given me everything you have – your name, your body, your family, your mind, your heart – since the day we married. You’ve showed me what love really is, Jamie. And you’ve always been more than enough.” She swallowed. “You’ve always offered more than I could possibly take.” She brought her forehead against his. “That’s why I worry, too - I know it’s absolute nonsense – but…I worry that I’m not enough for you. That one day you won’t want me anymore.”

 

His mouth gaped – and she saw the hurt in his eyes. “Claire, I –”

 

She placed her fingers against his lips. “I know. It’s foolish to think that way. Everyone always says it to me how lucky I am that my man only has eyes for me. Has only ever had eyes for me. But do you understand now, why I feel the way I do? Why I – why I have been needing you more, lately, than I ever have before?”

 

He twined his fingers in her hair and pressed her face into his neck. She breathed deeply.

 

“Ye worry that ye’re no’ enough for me – and I worry I’m no’ enough for you.”

 

“Idiot,” she sniffed. “Of course you’re enough. You’re more than enough.”

 

“Aye. So do ye see, Claire, that what we worry about are things that willna happen? Because I love ye too much to let it happen, and ye love me too much to let it happen?”

 

She nodded against him.

 

“Truly? Do ye truly understand that, now?”

 

She lifted her head and cradled his face between her hands. Then she kissed him, slow and long and deep.

 

“Yes,” she finally whispered against his lips. “Yes. I do.”

Heartlines Part II: Sticks and Stones

Summary: Y/N was kidnapped and had no hope of being saved. Her captor, after torturing her, makes a bet with her. 
Word count: 2057
Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader
WARNINGS: Swearing, abuse, death. (Still not getting how this works at all). Oh! Also! I’m not a native english speaker, so sorry for any typos or anything! Please, contact me if you spot one, I will gladly change it.
Thank you!

Part I  Part III Part IV


-It’s finally time boys!-Edward said excited as a four-year-old in Christmas Eve- Let’s get her up, up, up to the roof!
The goons, who have been torturing me along Edward for what seemed like ages, unbounded the ropes that held me and put me on my feet. I wasn’t able to stand upright and they knew it.
-You a-are gonna make me walk, are you?-I asked shivering to Edward, who was holding the camera that recorded all my torture. He laughed.
-Of course! Unless you want one of my guys to drag you?-he asked with a smile and I just sighed and braced myself for the pain that still awaited me.
Obviously, we didn’t take the elevator; instead we took the stairs of this lonely building. My legs gave up plenty of times and not once one of them helped me, so it took a while to get to the roof. However, Edward didn’t seem very bothered by that, in fact he seemed to enjoy every time I fell.

Once we were in the roof, my shivering increased since it was raining in Gotham City now and my clothes were mostly ripped from all the torture, but none of the people present cared so I just hugged myself and tried to calm myself. I kept repeating in my mind “This is going to end soon, it’s almost over” because, at this point, I just wished everything to end, to just die and end with all this suffering. In this moment, I wished to die like never before in my life; all of Edward’s emotional and physical torture had really made a number on me and I was just exhausted.

-Now dear, have a seat-Edward said offering me a very comfortable looking chair, with red plush and all, while he adjusted the camera for it to keep recording. I stumbled until I got there and plopped down on it since there was no case on refusing anything to him right now-Good girl-he praised mockingly, imitating what Bruce used to call me on the rare occasions I obeyed him. I grimaced at the memory.

“Y/N, please, sit down” he sighed tiredly. “I’m not a dog, Bruce Wayne!” however, I did sit, earning a smile from him. “Good girl” “I hate you” “I love you too, my dearest Y/N” “You better not tell Barry or Clark about me obeying you…” “Wouldn’t dream of it! After all, you are my good girl” he smiled warmly and I corresponded.


-Not going to tie me up?-I asked somewhat surprised.
-Not necessary. If you try anything, I could easily stop you since by now, moving a single finger should take a lot of effort, am I wrong?-he smiled crazily and I just sighed
-No, you’re not.
-Good! Now we can start!-he said excitedly while pulling out his phone. However, he stopped when he noticed my confused look- Oh! Let me explain you, sweetheart. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t? You see, you’re obviously in danger and because of your fantastic belief of no one coming; I had the incredible idea of making a bet against you. My bet is that at least one of the superheroes will come to save you and then have our fun. But to make it fair to you, they will have to choose.
-To choose? What are their options?-I asked curiously, maybe I still had a chance of surviving this.
-For Superman, he will have to choose between saving the courageous Miss Lane and saving you, his “precious” soulmate.
-No chance there-I murmured, shaking my head. Clark would choose Lois and you don’t need to be a genius to know that Barry would choose Iris above me, because obviously, Iris was his other option. Bruce was my only hope- And Batman? What would be his choices?-I asked, hoping it was between the Joker and me; at least I had a chance there.
-Oh! For Batman it will be save you or… save the lives of five innocent people we picked up randomly!-his laugh increased whilst my blood turned cold. That was it. I’m dead. –Don’t be so pessimistic, honey!- he said after I apparently said my thoughts out loud- There’s still The Flash, don’t you wanna know what his options are?
-Let me guess-I grunted- Iris and me? Really, if you wanted to make him come, you should’ve picked anyone but Iris.
-Oh, but where is the fun on that? I bet that at least one of them will come; maybe Superman or Flash-he snickered.
-Ha!-I snorted- My best chance was Batman! Nonetheless, he is selfless so he won’t come and risk five innocent lives. I’ve always respected and appreciated that about him. So, all of my chances are gone, you can end this now and get me off the building.
-Not so fast, missy. What about the other two? You don’t believe in-he giggled uncontrollably for a few seconds, and when he was able to control it he continued- “their eternal love”? Not even a little to make a bet?
-No, I don’t and neither do you. I mean, you do remember all the psychological torture, don’t you?-I sassed. Because seeing as this were my last moments, at least I wanted to have a bit of self-respect left, and that includes keep being my sassy self-  Anyway, we’ll do this you way. We’ll make a bet.
-Fantastic! You already know what I bet on
-And you know what I’m betting on, so what’s the prize?-I asked crossing my arms, trying to ignore my continuous shivering.
-Prize? Well… if you win, you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing you were right-he laughed- and let’s not forget! You also die. If I win, then the same is for me… without me dying, but you’ll die one way or another, so…-he shrugged- what could you possibly want?
-Mercy for my brother-I answered- If… if I win, then you will cut the video for my brother and only send him my goodbye.
-You want me to edit the video for your brother? Not for the Justice League?-he smiled
-The Justice League can deal with torturing, my brother can’t. So, do whatever you want to the video for the Justice League, I don’t really care
-And if I win?
-Then you’ll do as you planned on the beginning, you’ll send the complete video to both of them-I said while praying he accepted the deal. I didn’t wanted to make my brother suffer more… while for the Justice League, I was sorry for Diana, Oliver and Arthur, they would probably be sorry or even guilty for what happened to me… however, I can’t do anything about it.
-Hmmm… it’s a deal sweetheart-he said as he stretched his hand to me and I took it.
-Well then… what are we waiting for, now?-I asked while peeking at how high this building was. I’ve already guessed from the stairs that this was, at least, a five story building. However, looking down, it seemed that these were eight stories, minimum.
-Now that everything is settled, nothing. I just have to make the calls for your boyfriends to tell them their options and how much time they have to decide. Oh! And also, to tell them that your other partners have the same though decision to make-he cracked while he typed something on his phone.

I heard him make the calls. First, it was Bruce: he was calm and collected, probably trying to trace where the call was coming from, but Edward was smarter than that. He explained himself clearly without stopping for Bruce to answer and made perfectly clear that, if there was any sign of him trying to save me or get near the address he would later send, then the hostages would be killed.
After that, was Clark’s turn: he seemed angry with the news and started pressuring Edward to tell him where I was, but then he mentioned Lois was in danger and he just lost it. “You’ll have to choose, Supes. Lois or Y/N, you only have time to reach one of them… oh! And just to be fair, let me tell you that Bats and speedy are in a similar situation to yours, so consider that if you don’t save her, maybe nobody will”.
At last, it was Barry: he asked where I was, but as soon as he heard “Iris” he forgot about me and was desperate hearing the instructions, I could hear something similar to “I’ll save them both” but I knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t be able to do so. Edward knew that too and so just laughed.

Less than a minute passed since he hanged up on Barry and an alarm sounded.
-Time’s up!-Edward cheered while getting closer to me; I just stared at him until he was centimeters away from me- Seems that you will win this bet, honey. But before we see that, let me tell you something funny, yeah? Okay so… the funny thing is that neither Lois nor Iris nor innocent people are in danger right now. It was all a lie! Just to see who would your partners choose and… they didn’t choose you! They left you to die for nothing! So, do me a favor and while you fall, think of that, okay? They left you die for nothing!-he shouted again while pushing me of the roof. I couldn’t maintain my balance and fell.

I fell and uselessly tried to hold onto something while I felt the wind and in my mind the words from Edward repeated “They left you die for nothing! For nothing!” again and again. It was like echo in my head and, when the memories of them crossed my mind, I couldn’t hear anything but those words.
Just before I touched the ground, I accepted them… because they were true. Then I closed my eyes and just waited.

Then there was nothing.


Edward saw you land on the floor and then blood starting to pour out.
-Huh… who would have thought?-he shrugged and then ordered his goons to go for your corpse, seeing as none of the superheroes were coming for it. He set the camera off and started editing the video for your brother; after all, he was a man of word. Once that was ready, he sent it to your brother and then sent the unedited version to the Justice League. Oh! How he wished he could see the faces of his new playmates when they saw this masterpiece.
He heard his goons come over. Now he would just set your body in flames, the perfect finale! However, the Justice League would miss it, since they didn’t follow his plans they deserved the punishment of not knowing what happened to your body. He was about to yell to his guys to bring you over so he could go home (because, jeesh, it sure was raining!) when something hit him on the back of the head, making him go down.
Someone went for him to take him to justice, while others inspected the place and found you. They decided to take you too.


Hall of Justice:

Diana was just entering the Hall of Justice when the computer notified her of something important that required the Leagues’ attention. She figured she would see it first and then call the team if necessary. It was a video, she noticed, so she pressed play and immediately confronted an image of you bound to a chair, unconscious.

-Y/N!

Worried as hell, Diana made the computer verify its contents, resulting on them being real not a fake. So, she immediately called the Justice League members:

-Everyone, hear me out. This is an emergency! Please, we need to help Y/N!-she yelled into the communicator and hoped that everyone hurried up.  While she waited, she anxiously tried to localize where this video was sent from and, once the computer was left to do that, she played the video forward. She could see the torture parts, but kept pressing forward, wanting to see the end of it. Maybe it was a threat? Maybe the kidnapers wanted something in exchange for your life? She paused when you plopped down on a red chair, and started to watch it, tapping anxiously the table and hoping that this video ended on some request and not your death.

5

//2.15.17\

Here are some older photos I took before my mini hiatus (✧≖‿ゝ≖)

This one features the planner I used to use, which I unfortunately don’t use anymore. It was already pre-printed when we bought it, which I thought I wanted until I learned about bullet journals. I feel so bad that my parents paid for this and I barely even used it ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ but I guess that’s part of the learning process. If anyone has tips for what to do with an unused/old planner, please let me know!

Otherwise, enjoy my old math notes and my failed attempts to use this planner >.<

(btw, if anyone want’s this planner it is located right here! I do like this planner, it just turns out that I work best with a bujo)

More headcanons about Seijoh
  • Oikawa secretly hated Matsun and Makki at first bc he didn’t like sharing Iwaizumi with them
  • Matsun and Makki secretly hated Oikawa at first because they thought he was a diva. they were right, but they don’t hate him anymore
  • Watari loves to cook and always brings food for everyone for away games, because he is an actual angel
  • He once gave Kunimi a lesson but Kunimi ended up setting the oven on fire. Kunimi is not allowed in the kitchen anymore
  • Kindaichi also likes to making food but he can only bake. anything he tries to cook is either undercooked or burnt to a crisp but he makes a mean croissant
  • Matsukawa owned still owns a pair of heeleys
  • Once a pair of neon green boxers showed up in the clubroom. everyone was too embarrassed to bring them up, so they sit there. no one knows how they got there. no one has claimed them yet
  • Hanamakki cries during cheesy romcoms
  • Once Oikawa hosted a horror movie marathon to encourage ‘team bonding.’ it did not go well. in fact, it went Very Bad
  • Yahaba always has everything you could ever need with him. first aid? he’s got bandaids galore. hungry? take your pick from these twelve kinds of snacks. need to bury a body? here’s a shovel
  • He owns a fanny pack. Kyoutani made fun of it until Yahaba bought one for him and he learned how convenient it was. now they are the Fanny Pack Duo
  • Kyoutani has the biggest hands of anyone on the team. Watari has the smallest
  • Kunimi tends to lose his team jacket, so he steals whichever one his closest to him (usually Kindaichi’s)
  • The entire team grew stronger when Iwaizumi was vice captain thanks to his hardcore conditioning workouts
  • Makki thought that, thanks to the workouts, he might finally be able to beat iwaizumi at arm wrestling. he was wrong

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anonymous asked:

Larry bringing in some fun games just for the hell if it and Ahk being a fucking king at twister

Larry brings in a whole bunch of board games to play as bonding exercises, hoping to allow the museum to bond better by playing certain games. It also helps to keep everyone entertained, which in turn decreases the amount of general chaos throughout the museum. 

Everyone has their favorites games. 

The Romans and the Cowboys like playing Sorry!, breaking into teams to play as the pieces, finding quite a lot of fun in being able to push each other out of the way when they land on the same spot. Larry even buys color coordinated jackets for them to wear based on which team they were on. 

Teddy is quite fond of playing card games, and can often be found with a large selection of people playing different games every night depending on what they feel like playing. He’s never very good at them, and has a horrible poker face, but he enjoys playing them anyways. Generally though he spends more time telling stories than playing the game. 

Ahkmenrah is truly the king of twister. He has played against everyone in the museum at some point or another and won. It’s his favorite game to play, and also usually one of the first thing he convinces visiting exhibits to play with him. 

The only person who has ever come close to beating Ahkmenrah once was his brother, who fell seconds before Ahk did after Ahk “accidentally” hit the back of his knee (his weak spot), moving his hand, causing Kahmunrah to collapse onto the floor, Ahk falling directly on top of him. Kah has never played Twister since that day. 

Twice a month Larry holds what he calls Trivia Night, where the museum breaks into teams and work together trying to beat a variety of trivia games. Generally whoever gets Nicky on their team winds up with a large advantage because he has the most knowledge out of all of them on general life topics, but over time Lewis, Clarke, Ahk, and even Jed and Octavius become pretty well versed in the various current topics. 
Teams are random and change up every week, but the general rule is that every team gets at least one “modern culture expert” as the six are come to be called, though there are times when this doesn’t happen (Such as the time they promised to never talk of again when all six were placed on the same team and utterly destroyed all competition).

Larry is always looking for new games to bring in, Nicky is always giving him new suggestions and once a month Ahk hosts a game night for his Tumblr followers in the museum and a lot of old games wind up getting donated for that. There’s a closet that is exclusively filled with games, some more worn than others, but all of them are played fairly regularly. 

The only game not played in the museum is Monopoly, which was banned shortly after the first time it was brought in, as everyone refused to play by the rules and ten minutes into the game Octavius and Jedediah had resorted to fighting each other as Ahkmenrah argued with Larry that he never had to pay the bank as he was a pharaoh and therefore never had to pay anybody anything. (Larry did try to bring it back a few years later hoping everyone had grown since last time, and the game last exactly 2 minutes before Attila flipped the board in anger. Monopoly has not been seen in the building since that day).

anonymous asked:

Wait wait Betty gets kidnapped? Where did that come from?

My dear anon, it is not 100% confirmed, so do not take my word as the truth. However, RAS did give us this preview of 2x13.

It can’t be certain whether this picture is Betty or Polly.  I do think it is safe to assume that it is Betty, otherwise they likely would have added more detail to clarify that it is Polly.  Betty is a lead and Polly is a recurring character.

Now, I suppose that this picture could also symbolize Betty being trapped in her own knowledge and general thoughts, with no one to convey them to.  She may be inwardly suffering, with all those around her completely oblivious.

Again, however, Lili did specifically state in an interview that Betty would be going through a “traumatic event.”  I am more inclined to believe that a kidnapping by the Black Hood would qualify as said event more than just the phone calls we saw in 2x05.

If anyone has any corrections or further knowledge regarding this, please let me know!!

Summer of Love Chapter 2: Movie Night

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Masterlist Part 1

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!Stark!reader, Tony Stark x Reader (father-daughter)

Warnings: None really save for some light cursing and tons of fluff.

Summary: You offer to show Peter a movie to thank him for fixing your laptop and the two of you get to know each other a bit better. And both of you discover you have a lot in common, like being awkward around each other because you’ve never hung out with someone your age of the opposite gender before.

A/N: Hey guys! So here’s the next part of Summer of Love to make up for the angst that was in Partners in (Fighting) Crime! I hope you guys enjoy and I’ll see you in a week!


Peter ran around the obstacle course that was set up in the main training area for him. He jumped over walls and webbed other surfaces to swing out of the way of things that were being thrown at him. 

“He’s doing well.” Pepper says and looks over to Happy who was watching as well. 

“Yeah. He’s a good little fighter I’ll give him that.” Happy says. 

“I bet he’s happy you came to watch him train.” Pepper says and Happy rolls his eyes.

“I only came to watch that pain in the ass get beat up by something.” Happy says and as if on cue something hits Peter and he gets slammed into a wall. “Ah, now that’s what I was waiting for.” 

Pepper rolled her eyes as well and watched as Peter stood up to run the course again. Then she heard someone come out of the workout room and smiled when she saw you. 

“Hey there Y/N. How did your workout go today?” She asks and you came over and gave your adoptive mother to be a sweaty hug. 

“It went great! I’m getting better at that new routine I’ve been trying out.” You say then notice Spider-Man in the gym. “What’s he up to?” You ask and decide to watch him. 

“Oh he’s just running a course that Tony designed for him to train.” Pepper explains. You smiled and decided to watch. 

“Oh shit Y/N’s here! She’s watching me! Karen what do I do! I can’t mess up in front of her she’ll think I’m a loser!” Peter asks the AI in his suit nervously. 

“Then don’t mess up. Just run the course. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Karen says. 

“I hope you’re right.” Peter says and prepares himself to do another run.

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