if you see me walking down the street

RP starters: Concern.
  • “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
  • “Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
  • “Blood? Are you bleeding?”
  • “I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
  • “I thought I would never see you again…”
  • “We should get you to hospital.”
  • “Where did all those bruises came from?”
  • “I have the right to be worried!”
  • “Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
  • “Sleep at my place tonight.”
  • “I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
  • “Please talk to me about it.”
  • “Let me take care of you.”
  • “You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
  • “How many times have I told you to not go there?”
  • “You could’ve died, you know…”
  • “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
  • “You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
  • “This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
  • “Are you sure you’re okay?”
  • “You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
  • “I’m your friend, of course I care!”
  • “You know I’m always here for you, right?”
  • “You’re not okay.”
  • “I’m just trying to help you.”
  • “Let me clean your wounds…”
  • “Why did you do it? Tell me.”
a helpful guide to use when u see a cat on the street u want to pet, tried and tested by yours truly

things not to do:

- raise your voice
- run up to it
- lean over it with both hands out
- chase or walk towards it when it runs or backs away
- try and pick it up (this is an animal that doesnt know you and may not like being picked up anyway)

things to do:

- stop where you are or near the cat if it isnt frightened
- crouch down (youre a lot bigger than it, its gonna be nervous of you.)
- talk gently and soothingly (the way you would to a baby when youre trying to get it to sleep)
- stay still and try not to make sudden movements, extend and arm or hand out towards it but dont lean forward (leaning forward has never worked, let it come to you)
- if it decides to come over, let it sniff you before trying to pet.

result: a new friend !!!!


- when petting dont cover the cats eyes or ears or touch its belly, its outside with a stranger so it needs its faculties. if you do this it will leave.

- good places to scratch (gently): back of the head, along the top next to the tail

- if the cat decides not to come up to you or leaves, leave it alone. im serious. dont bug this animal just because you want to pet it, leave it alone.

and thats all folks hope u enjoyed this helpful guide

One in a Hundred

Friend: I just don’t get why some schools can require kids get certain vaccines.
Me: There are many reasons. One of the reasons is herd immunity. To protect kids who can’t get vaccines. Like ones with leukemia.
Friend: But that’s only several kids out of a hundred.
Me: Think of peanut allergies. Maybe it’s just one kid in the class, but we still don’t bring peanuts to class for that reason.
Friend: You know, that’s never really made sense to me either. Why does everyone else have to give up peanuts for one kid?
Me: Is it that big of a sacrifice to not have peanuts during the school day?
Friend: I guess not. But my point is that if something only affects one out of a hundred people, why do we make a change?
Me: Fair thought. Let’s think of it this way. Let’s say you’re walking down a street with one hundred people, okay?
Friend: Okay.
Me: And you see one suddenly topple over, and he’s unable to breath. No pulse.
Friend: Okay.
Me: Do you try to resuscitate him?
Friend: Yeah!
Me: Why? He’s just one in hundred.
Friend: But that- I don’t see how…
Friend: I think I get it.

Do you know what’s something Taylor’s done in her songwriting that I really enjoy and would like to see more of?

Bookending songs. Ending songs with the same lyric she started with.

‘You said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night, I said that’s a lie’

'Drew looks at me I fake a smile so he won’t see’

'We were both young when I first saw you’

'Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors’

'Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street’

You could even argue I Almost Do despite the changing lyric. 'I bet this time of night you’re still up, I bet you’re tired from a long hard week, I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city and I bet/hope sometimes you wonder bout me’

Anyway it’s underrated and needs more attention

You know what upsets me most is that kids are going see Trump and the way he acts and believe that it’s ok to be like that. It’s ok to harass women, it’s ok to be racist, it’s ok to be misogynistic, it’s ok to be homophobic, It’s ok to be transphobic because look look at that guy. He did it and look at where he is now. Look at where he stands today, a nation at his feet. This isn’t ok. Not everyone has that luxury of walking down the street without being judged, hated or worse abused. 

Why the Harry Potter fandom is important

Last night after walking down Regent Street and marvelling at the Christmas lights and how very much I love London(which happens anytime I walk around central London), I sat waiting in Leicester Sq. Me and my Hufflepuff fellow @andyouknowitis were off to see the midnight showing of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. 

After a little while, the scarves began to emerge. A girl sat down next to me wearing a Slytherin scarf. Later replaced by a girl in a Ravenclaw scarf. Two Gryffindors came up to me and went ‘Would you mind taking a picture of us? We saw you and thought ‘She’s wearing a Hufflepuff scarf, we’ll ask her’. Me and the two girls got chatting about fandom and the excitement for the movie and they wandered off. I sat back down and then two girls in robes walked by and grinned at me. 

A guy dressed as Newt walked by and jokingly cursed a group of people, more friends in scarves began to appear, wands came out, hugs were had. The cinema was crowded, full of posters and people squealing over them. In the very long queue for food, one guy found out how long the adverts were and I asked whether he was a Ravenclaw, turned out he was. 

Eventually we all found our seats, shuffling around in the dark trying to place drinks and popcorn, balancing the IMAX glasses and jostling for space. The lights dimmed, the Warner Bros logo appeared on screen and we all cheered. Here we were, one big nerdy family in the middle of the night about to experience new wizarding world material. 

The movie was brilliant, we all laughed a lot, we cheered and clapped and gasped. We marvelled at the beauty on screen and were so very aware of how much we just really bloody love magic. 

It’s been nine years since the last book came out, back when most of us were in our teens and  early twenties. And yet he we still are, smiling at the people in scarves and laughing in a movie theatre, nearly ten years on. Older and adulter but still very much in love with this fandom. 

After the movie, we wandered off to House of Minalima, a place in Soho run by the people behind the art of Harry Potter. We got to talk to them and look at all the amazing things surrounded us. The creaky, wobbly old house imbued with magic whilst the drunken Muggles cavorted outside. It felt like the Leaky Cauldron, hidden away in London at 3am. We chatted to Potterheads, it’s London, you don’t talk to random people but with this, how could you not? 

The world has been a bit rubbish of late, it’s terrifying and scary and a lot of unkind people seem to be winning. But we still have Harry Potter, we still have kindness and joy and excitement  and magic. We need that, we revel in it and thankfully this fandom ain’t going anywhere. In ten years time I’d still like to be grinning at people in fandom scarves like we’re part of a secret society. We got this Potterheads, we ain’t going nowhere. 

anonymous asked:

OK this may sound odd but what fabric shops would you recommend in the LA area. I know you no longer live here but any advice helps, since joanns does have its limits in fabric options and in your experience is it any cheaper than Joanns or am I paying just as much?

The garmet district is what you want to do. 

Shopping in LA Fabric District

What you want to do is – HIT UP MICHAEL LEVINES FIRST BUT DONT BUY ANYTHING. Maybe pick up your pattern. Check out how much fabric you need according to the pattern, etc etc. Search the store for the fabric you need, even if you see a perfect match, leave it, don’t buy it. Trust meeeee. You’re basically making this your garaunteed last resort. I know it already seems a great deal compared to Joanns’ money grubbing prices, but trust me.

Head out to the streets and start walking up and down 9th. From Maple to San Pedro. CHECK EVERYWHERE. North shops usually have the best SPANDEX and stretch fabrics, lace and sequins. SOUTH shops usually have upholestry, leather and vinyl (there’s exceptions but this is what I noticed.) 

I garauntee you any stock of fabric at Levines is avaliable in all the surrounding stores and they will sell it way short for a bargain! 

PROTIP: Never say yes first. If you ask one of the workers in the off stores “How much is this a yard?” and they say “12,” even if thats an amazing price, still just nod and say “Thanks” and start walking away like you dont want it. They WILL ALWAYS go lower. They’ll start telling you “11! 10– 8 for you!” Especially if they know you want 2-3 yrds or more.  But don’t get intimidated either, they’ll try to corner you into saying yes. Just wave them off, tell them “Ill take a picture and come back? I just wanna compare.”  Seriously, even if you see the perfect one at one of these places for the best price, just wait until you hit all the stores. You have no idea how many times i bought something and regretted it 5 minutes later when I saw an even better version. 

Second Protip: When they ask you how many yard you want, always say 2-3. Even if you need seven. Because they’ll give it to you for cheaper if you only want that much. Then when you say, okay, ill buy it for 4 bucks a yard, as he’s measuring it out, then say “ACTUALLY can I get 5?” 

Here’s some of my favorites:

L.A. Alex has the CHEAPEST notions. Zippers, elastic, velcros, thread, muslin, etc. They are AWESOME for all extra stuff you need. Way cheap. 

JOURNAL has some of the most interesting fabric on the block, unique textiles like dancewear or lace, usually exclusive to them. This is where I found that rare ass pre-pleated suede fabric for Kylo Ren’s sleeves and the awesome shimmer-non-sparkle spandex for Miraculous Ladybug. 

.99 Fabric a yard. Literally as it says. 99cents a yard biittcchhh. I ALWAYS hit this place up because you always need cheap ass broadcloth, poplin, CHIFFON or Taffeta. He’s got it all man. Its awesome for basic shit. 

City Fabric has the best FUR and FLEECE selection you’ve ever seen. 

Mora Tex is a favorite of mine. The guy here loves cosplayers and the fabric I get here is always rich and stunning looking. I bought my Astrologian Velvet, Dishonored purple and grey suede. Kylo’s outer tunic, Rey’s tunic and shoe wool, Lavellan’s trespasser tunic, and so much NICE suiting. Basically any heavier, richer type fabrics you can probably find here. 

Trim 2000 Plus is the place I found my Inquistor buttons. This place is like a gold mine for buttons. They have the most interesting shit for super cheap. I spent like 5 bucks on both Emily and Corvos diamond cufflinks and royal button getup here.

Jerry’s all Trims. My favorite trim store!!!  He has everything! Belts too! Great for any trims, tassles, or piping you made need. AND HE LETS YOU BUY THE WHOLE ROLL OR BY YARD. I bought all the leather cord here for our Solas necklaces. And every gold piece of my Astrologian cosplay.


-Parking in LA FABRIC district is hell on earth. The spots up by Jerry’s All trims is my secret spot, those are usually free (2 hr maximum). You can check side spots too, like between maple and san pedro, but don’t feel bad about pulling into a parking structure and paying the 7 bucks. Its not so bad. 

-Stores close around 6:00 on weekdays and saturdays. 

-WHILE PARKING IS FREE ON SUNDAY. A lot of these shops aren’t open. LA Alex and the the button store are closed for example. Button store is also closed mondays for some reason? AND EVERYTHING CLOSES BY 4 ON SUNDAY. 

-AWAYS bring cash. Lots of stores don’t take card. Or they will charge you extra for using it. There are ATMs inside some stores. But the service fee is like 3-5 bucks. YUCK. 

-Theres a random costume shop on 9th street that sells gloves. SKIP THIS. I know your tempted to buy everything at once, but this guy is way overpriced. Order your gloves on ebay for $1, trust me. 

-Best time to go is in the morning on a weekday, if you can manage it. Saturdays are hecka busy but that sometimes it a great thing cause the shops are ready to bargain.

-North of San pedro is NOT A GOOD AREA. Don’t park there. And if you’re leaving to go to Little Tokyo afterwards, turn around, take another street. 

Tuesday Night (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Request: Can you please do “You’re mine. I don’t share" and “you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad” with Phillip Ham?

Word Count: 844

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Reader

AU: Modern

Warning: Cursing, alcohol mention, drunk stranger, cat calls?

Note: Heyo! Another Philip Hamilton x Reader! Requests are still open for Prompts! Click on the link if you’d like and then let me know which character along with a few numbers! I can’t guarantee when it would go up. I have a few to get through, but I have many ideas!!

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 802

A/N: As promised, here’s part two! I know it’s a bit shorter compared to part one, but I think it definitely suits this part of the story more since it focuses on Sam dealing with what Dean has done, and the readers reflection on both sides of the story. I really hope you like it, and let me know if you want a part 3! 

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Part 1: How To Love

Cold wind whipped around Sam’s shoulders, slicing at his exposed neck. The Impala was still sitting in the parking lot, so he began walking down the only populated street in the goddamn town. A convenience store was about to close; he watched through the glass as the cashier flipped the sign over from ‘Come In!’ to ‘See You Tomorrow!’. He began walking faster at that point, desperate to find any place Dean would be in.

Eventually, every step longer that it took him to find his brother, made him angrier. The worst part was knowing that you were back in the shitty motel room, crying on your own. That was something Sam realized he had never even seen before; you were tough as nails.

“Come on.” He slammed his phone repeatedly into his palm, trying to get a trace on Dean.

A voice he knew better than his own pulled his attention from the screen, “Why are you out here?” Dean asked from a bench that Sam probably wouldn’t have even noticed.

Sam clenched his jaw and stared at him; “You’re kidding, right?”

Dean shrugged, and as if it were important said, “It’s cold.”

“Yeah. I know.” Sam sat next to him.

Dean looked over at Sam, then back out onto the road. Cars passed by, some speeding, others seemingly slowing down at every damn leaf that rolled itself across the asphalt.

“What did you do, Dean?” Sam asked after a few seconds.

Dean clasped his hands together in his lap. “What do you mean?”

“One of the toughest hunters I’ve ever known, is sobbing in a motel kitchen.” Sam said, enunciating every syllable of his last few words.

Dean dropped his head into his hand, rubbing his forehead. “I didn’t mean f-”

“You don’t mean a lot of things, do you?” Sam shook his head and let out a deep breath. “You’ve been acting like… like an asshole. That’s not what you do to people you care about.” He paused before further explaining, “And I get it – this life is dangerous in a way that no one could ever understand, but pushing away the only light you could have possibly had… well, that’s what makes you the biggest dumbass of all.” He slapped his hands against his thighs and stood up, not giving his brother a second glance before walking back to the motel room, fists clenched in his pockets.

When he finally did get to the door, he shoved the rusted key into the even worse off lock, and swung the door wide open.

You were seated in a chair, fast asleep with your head on the table. Quietly, Sam nudged your shoulder and got you over to the bed. When he finally got underneath his own covers, you whispered his name.

“Yeah?” He asked in reply.

“Is Dean ok?” You said into the darkness.

Sam shuffled underneath his sheets, “Why would you care, after what just happened?” He was always honest.

You sighed, “I think… I may have been doing the same thing to him, without even realizing it.”

“Maybe.” Sam thought for a moment and continued with, “I know my brother, Y/N. He loves you. But, he’s not emotionally capable of showing you that in the healthiest way… as you just found out.”

Sam’s words were left hanging in the air, the truth of them being turned over in your mind about a thousand times until the sound of the door opening made you shut your eyes and feign sleep.

Dean grabbed a pillow from Sam’s bed and tossed it onto the couch. You kept yourself still while listening to him shuffle about the room. What you didn’t expect was for him to walk over to your bed. You felt his presence linger over you. Believing that you were asleep, he reached forward and ran the back of his fingers against your cheek. It took all of your strength to make sure your breathing remained even.

“I am so sorry.” He said so quietly you thought you misheard it. “I’ll make it up to you. Every last bit of it.”

He stepped away from your bed, and you heard him drop onto the couch. You then finally turned over and opened your eyes slowly, just to get a glimpse of his figure in the dark room.

As you stared at him, you thought about every time that you and Dean had ever fought. Whether it was for something trivial, or for a hunt as bad as this one. You soon came to the realization that even though he was angry, he would stitch you up and check on you constantly. In the heat of those moments, you never noticed.

Sam’s words echoed in your head, ‘He loves you.

“And I love him, too.” You whispered out loud.


Okay, just a theory i guess. But do you guys remember when Lip and Karen were walking down the street and they’re talking about some shit and then they see Mickey and his brothers go onto the side walk in front of them Lip asks her “what does he want?” and Karen replies w “Mickey probably wants to ask me out again.” and Lip said “not interested?” or some shit like that and Karen’s all like “Well if you like the smell of cow shit.” 

Well I was thinking that why did Mickey look dirty through season 1, was it so that girls wouldn’t find him attractive or some shit and he didn’t want to reject any advances and fear his dad assuming he was gay? idk. And then after him and Ian started fucking around he looked cleaner and shit.  idk, I just miss his presence on Shameless tbh.

Feysand Pregnancy Fic

I asked what people wanted me to write next and I got an overwhelming vote in the affirmative for Feyre telling Rhys she is preggers, so here it is! I don’t think some of the voices are entirely on point and it’s a tad long, but I enjoyed writing it a ton regardless and this fic in particular means a lot to me, so I hope you like!

Early Mornings with You

I had known something was off for a few days. I suppose if I’d been paying better attention to myself, I would have known a lot sooner.

Walking down the streets of Velaris after meeting with the healer was like a dream, my mind stuck perpetually in the clouds. I noticed everything and saw nothing all at the same time, running in to people accidentally when they were two steps in front of me, but still somehow able to see all of the colors of this beautiful city. It was so surreal. Somehow my sudden revelation made everything more vibrant, more alive, and I was in complete awe of the world in a way I never had been before as I neared my city apartment that I shared with Rhys.


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So I just had a very strange Pokemon Go encounter. I saw that there was a charmeleon at the pokestop closest to my house so I went outside and started walking down the street. Then I crossed paths with an older lady walking her dog. She stopped me and said something like “I always see you kids walking around with your phones in your faced but I’ve never seen a kid with TWO” and then points across the street, where sure enough, there was a kid sitting on the sidewalk with not one but two phones in his lap. The kid heard her and said “I’m trying to catch a charmeleon!” so I shouted back “me too!” and then I showed the lady my phone screen. She made some comment about how us kids are so good at technology but she has trouble using her laptop, and I was like “yeah that’s gotta be tough!” and then she went on her merry way with her dog and I caught the charmeleon.

some trina headcanons

because an anon reminded me that we don’t have enough!

  • she loves having an excuse to curl her hair and put it in a fancy half up half down style
  • she loves rollercoasters. she loves going on them with people who are scared of them
  • as a little kid she would run away from home a lot but not really run away just sort of wander around the neighborhood cause she wanted to see what was out there, and the neighbors would often hear her parents walking up and down the street yelling “trina?? trina where are you?!”
  • she has generalized anxiety disorder
  • she can sew really well. she sometimes makes clothes with lots of little bows in her spare time
  • every time someone pronounces her name as “treena” (which is basically every 5 minutes), she just takes a second to collect herself and then politely corrects them
  • if she weren’t a full-time mom, she’d be a teacher. probably a high school english teacher
  • she can sort of play piano, based on what she remembers from the lessons her parents made her take as a kid. she and mendel get a piano because she wants jason to learn and sometimes when mendel comes home from work he hears her playing.
  • she loves listening to flute concertos?? like she just thinks flute is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world
  • she stans latkes so hard and she makes them whenever she thinks mendel and jason aren’t tired of them
  • she loves watching scary moves with mendel because watching him jump makes her laugh

anonymous asked:

Mario and peach are on a date. Then mario says, "Shouldn't you be in the mushroom kingdom?" Then peach says, "don't worry, bowser owe'd me a favor." Then you see bowser dressed as peach walking down the street with daisy. Then toadsworth say," good morning princess-my word, you've put on weight!" Then bowser says, "well I never!" Then he slaps him across the face. Then daisy says, "don't worry, honey, he wasn't worth it. Now come on,let's go get some sundaes." XD

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You know you shouldn’t be here. You’re just being kind, helping Ragnar, but Aslaug is standing there, staring at you like she could rip your eyes out. Ragnar asked you to paint him a new shield. And that’s what you did. Painting is your gift since childhood. When he finally comes to see you, Aslaug sighs and leaves the room.

“I don’t want to bring you any problems. Here’s your shield, King Ragnar.” You hand him the shield, quickly walking out.

“(Y/N), wait.” He follows you to the streets, and you finally stop to face him. “Thank you for the new shield. And forgive me for Aslaug, she’s jealous.”

“There’s no problem.”

“We’ll have a fest this evening. I want you to come.”


The big room is crowded. You choose a blue dress, your favorite. Your dark hair is down, brushing over your back. A lot of eyes lay on you, as the music convince you to dance. Soon enough you’re in the middle of the room, spinning around with some other girls. Then the music stop and the silence take over. Aslaug and Ragnar are arguing somewhere where you can’t see. She slaps him, you hear it. Suddenly you’re pushing people out of your way until you can finally see them. Aslaug somehow feels your presence, because she looks right at you before disappearing.

You observe the whole thing and made up your mind. Soon everyone goes back to the fest and you sneak out to find Ragnar. He’s outside, staring at nothing, sitting on the ground.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you. But I need to say that the… scene was ridiculous.” You say and he lifts his eyes. You’re known for saying what’s on your mind, no matter what it is. And that’s why you’re always in trouble. “Your wife is always like this?”

“How old are you?”

“Ahn. Nineteen. Why?”


“Yes. Are you drunk?”

“No. Aslaug can’t stand you because you’re young. I’m excited to tell her that you’re younger than she thought.”

“I don’t know what I’ve done to make her mad.”

You do know why the Queen is mad with you. You feel in love with Ragnar. He’s handsome and everything, but you had this feeling deep inside when you first saw him. No doubt Aslaug noticed. A woman can always notice these things. You don’t want to ruin their marriage, you’re not that kind of woman.

“I will leave if it’s for the best.”

“No need. Me and Aslaug… we’re done. We should get a divorce.”

“Divorce?” Your heart skips a few beats as you kneel beside him. Closing your eyes, you try to keep both feet on the ground. You’re too young, too short, and he’s Ragnar. He can have any woman he wants.

“Yes, (Y/N).”

“Will you find a new Queen?”

“I don’t know.” Ragnar stands up, giving you his hand to help you get to your feet again. “Maybe.”

“I should leave now.”

“Or you could come with me.”


“Back to the fest. I’m hungry and I’d love to see you dancing.”

“Let’s go back then.”

You spend the rest of the night dancing and talking with Ragnar. It’s amazing how you don’t see him like a king, but like a common man, who truly wants to know about you and your simple life. The sun is rising when you let him take you to home.

*Ragnar’s POV*

Aslaug screams at me again. I give up trying to explain the whole situation so I just sit here waiting for her to get tired.

“You can’t throw me away for a nineteen-year-old girl! I’m not a whore! Have you forgotten who I am? ”

“Stop lying to yourself. I never loved you and you know it. Now that I found someone that I care about I won’t be stuck here with you.” I get up, ready to go to sleep with my sons since I don’t want to share the bed with Aslaug anymore.

“Did you fuck her?”

“It’s not your business.” It’s unbelievable how Aslaug can only see what’s important to her. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. Loving again brought me problems. Many of them. Now I just want to get rid of everything that’s making me unhappy. “But I didn’t. I asked her to stay the night yesterday but she refused because you’re still here. That’s why you’re leaving tomorrow morning. It’s not so far from here and you can visit your sons whenever you want.”

“My sons come with me.”

“No. Do you remember Siggy? The woman who died to save my sons while you fucked that wanderer? My sons stay with me. Goodnight.”

*(Y/N) POV*

You’re waiting for Ragnar, awkwardly looking at Bjorn, his oldest son.

“You don’t like me.”

“It’s not that I don’t like you. The whole thing is weird. But at least Aslaug left. Then I should thank you.” He smiles, being kind with you for the first time. “Thank you.”

“Ahn. I don’t know why you should thank me.” You step back, not sure of what to do. Ragnar told you about the divorce, but it was because of Siggy’s death. Since that day, Ragnar grew angry with his wife.

“My father has been sad these past months, but whenever he talks to you…” Bjorn gesture to a chair and you sit there. “Your presence makes him happy.”

“Did I hear my name?” Ragnar enters the room, a big smile on his face. You can’t help but smile too.

“No, you didn’t, father.”


“King Ragnar.”

“I’ll give you some privacy.” Bjorn touches his father shoulder and leaves.

“Do you need another shield or something?” You get up, nervously trying to fix your long hair.

“I need you to do something else.”

“Like what…?”

“Take care of my sons. Come with on the next raid. Give me more kids. Be my queen.”

A laugh escapes your mouth. He can’t be serious. You sit down again, your hands shaking a little as you try to bring sense to his words.

“Are you drunk?”

“No. I want you to marry me.”

“Marry you? Ragnar, I can’t… I can’t believe this.” You can hear your heart beating against your chest. This couldn’t be real. Your mother always told you this kind of dreams doesn’t come true. But now you stand there, stupidly staring at the man you love. “I’m a common woman. Why would you want to marry me?”

“Because I love you.”

“What? Wait! You can’t just say that! It’s-its… ”

“Just say yes or no.” He’s smiling. You love Ragnar’s smile. Well, you love everything about him.

“Yes. Yes.” You jump in his arms, crushing your lips on his.

A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language.

A Man Of No Consequence, chapter 7

FFXV ArdynxReader (mature)fic

CH1: Into The Lion’s Mouth

CH2: Famous Seafood

CH3: The Covenant

CH4: Blind Spot

CH5: The Revelation

CH6: In The Lap of The Gods

Chapter 7: Across the Seas

Running through the narrow streets, you squeeze your bags in your hands. I’m late. I’m gonna be too late, and he’s going to leave me here, out of spite… You turn a corner, bumping into an elderly man casually walking down the alleyway.

“Hey watch where you’re going!”

“So sorry! I’m so sorry!” you shout in passing, hurrying down the stairs on the alley that leads towards the main road.

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Hamilton — My Shot  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I am not throwing away my shot!”
  • “I’m young, scrappy and hungry.”
  • “I probably shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish.”
  • “The problem, is I got a lot of brains but no polish.”
  • “I gotta holler just to be heard.”
  • “With every word, I drop knowledge!”
  • “I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal.”
  • “Only nineteen but my mind is older.”
  • “Every burden, every disadvantage, I have learned to manage.”
  • “I walk these streets famished.”
  • “So there will be a revolution in this century.”
  • “Don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me!”
  • “I will lay down my life if it sets us free.”
  • “Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy.”
  • “I dream of life without a monarchy.”
  • “When I fight, I make the other side panicky!”
  • “You and I. Do or die.”
  • “You keep out of trouble and you double your choices.”
  • “If you talk, you’re gonna get shot!”
  • “I think your pants look hot.”
  • “Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!”
  • “Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?”
  • “Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth.”
  • “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”
  • “See, I never thought I’d live past twenty.”
  • “For the first time, I’m thinking past tomorrow!”

I told myself i’d given up on this whole idea of relationships, love and commitment after you. I had no desire to risk breaking what had already been broken again. But then I found myself in these moments. I see couples with their dogs holding hands in the park, or walking down the street pushing a stroller or just people so in love and happy it gave me a warm feeling in my heart. These moments spoke to me. I realized I haven’t given up on this whole grand idea of love and happiness, just the idea of it with you.