is but a number

Suriel in ToG
  • Suri: Celaena is Aelin
  • Aelin: ...
  • Suri: The King is a Valg
  • King: ...
  • Suri: Manon is a Crochan
  • Manon: ...
  • Suri: Gavriel is Aedion's dad
  • Gavriel and Aedion: ...
  • Suri: Lysandra is a shape shifter
  • Lysandra: ...
  • Suri: Dorian has magic
  • Dorian: ...
  • Suri: Aelin and Rowan are mates
  • Rowan: ...
  • Suri: Today was a good day

anonymous asked:

#98 on the writing prompt thing

98. Read my fucking lips.

“Harry, get out!”

“Not until you fucking listen to me!”

This was exactly why Y/N hated going to Harry’s college frat parties. She wasn’t a jealous girlfriend (or at least that’s what she told herself), but how far could she tolerate seeing other girls in scandalous dressed shorts grinding and touching up against her own boyfriend? And to see him stand there and flirt back?

“Fucking unlock the door!” Y/N yelled as she watched Harry turn the bathroom lock. She was livid, anger growing within her every second she had to look at him with his stupid curly hair, the same color of the whiskey he was downing just a half hour before.

“I wasn’t lettin’ her touch me! Stop running from me and listen to the words I’m saying: nothing happened!

“You always do this, you always goddamn do this and I don’t know why I’m still with you. What’s the point of taking your girlfriend, who doesn’t even go to this stupid college, to your stupid frat parties and ditch her for other girls?”

Harry stood with his jaw tensed, the harsh bathroom light straining his eyes compared to the black rave-like party outside. The fight was sobering him up for the better or for the worst; he couldn’t decide.

He resorted to a quieter, yet stern voice. “I was on my way back to find you when Sam came and —.”

“Ah, Sam.” Y/N echoed bitterly. She didn’t care if she was acting bat shit crazy; after years of being with Harry and experiencing his party animal personality, she was never surprised at what happened at these college parties. Disappointed but not surprised.

“—when Sam came and forced herself on me like that. She was piss drunk and I can’t control what she does.” He continued, ignoring her outbursts. “But read my fucking lips when I say that nothing happened. I don’t know how else I’m suppose to get you to fucking trust me when you don’t even listen?”

Y/N huffed, wiping the approaching onslaught of tears before surging forward, pushing past Harry and to the door back outside but Harry knew her actions way before they had even popped in her head.

He swung his arm around her waist, just in time to scoop her in his embrace and cradle her head into the crease of his neck. He rocked them back and forth, stroking her hair down her back as Y/N shook with sobs.

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” She cried softly, fisting Harry’s tank top material between her hands.

“I know.”

“You always do this and I hate you so much.”

“I know.” Harry repeated, leaning down to kiss the crown of her head. “I love you so much though. So much that my heart aches.”

There the two stood, hugging in the tacky bathroom of a college frat party, hearing Y/N let out small giggles whenever called out a fuck you‘s to the insistent knocking on the door. Harry and Y/N had done this so many times to know that in the end, they were going to be okay. They always were.

anonymous asked:

89 from the "writing promt" please

89. Wait, why are you crying?

Harry pulled into the drive way of his flat, parking the car sluggishly. He was in no mood to deal with anyone, work stressed him out and he still had his second grave yard shift job to go to in a few hours. Life was pretty busy for him but at least he had the love of his life to come home to.

Walking up the flat’s stairs he made his way to the door, dusting his feet off on the welcome mat and stumbling in the house after wrestling with the house key and the lock that did not want to let go. He huffed, throwing the keys in the key jar by the door but suddenly stopped.

Y/N usually had dinner cooking when he got home or at least, was starting it. The house smelled stuffy, no hints of smell from her favorite pine tree candles she had or the smell of their fresh laundry. The lights were off too, no natural sunlight of the evening peaking its way anywhere in the entire house. This… was odd.

“Y/N?” Harry called, peaking his head into the small living room they had.

Harry and Y/N weren’t exactly well off; both of them worked two jobs (Harry even looking for a third job recently). They shared Harry’s car, switching off days between who got the car and who got the public bus, and embarrassingly enough most of their furniture — the sofa, the T.V, the bed frame — had come donated from both sides of their families.

Some months, money was so much of a struggle that they had to cancel their cable shows in order to afford groceries. That was very rare though.

They struggled, but they were happy.

“Y/N?” He called again, walking down the narrow hall into their bedroom.

Even the bedroom was dark, all the shades pulled down and laundry strewn across the floor. The only small sliver of light came from underneath the crack of their bathroom.

“Y/N, I’m home love.” Harry knocked politely. He must’ve startled her because a crashing sound came from inside, followed by a “Oh, hi Harry!”

“What'cha doin’ in there? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m —,” Followed by shuffling sounds. “yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Harry scrunched his eyebrows up, tilting his head towards the door to get a better listen. The sounds of paper scrunching and plastic bags rustling filled his ears. Strange, he thought.

He decided to wait in the dining room, marking the kitchen’s calendar with his next month’s work schedule.

Y/N came trotting in, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and oversized sweats, her hair in an untidy bun atop of her head and… dried tears staining her cheeks.

“Have you been crying?” Harry questioned, getting up and meeting her half way. Cradling his hands over her jaw, he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.

“Maybe.” She murmured, avoiding his gaze. “I have to tell you something.”

He encouraged her with a comforting smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m so sorry.” She started with a voice wobble. “I’m pregnant. I know we can barely even afford the two of us, much less a baby but I’ve been feeling really sick lately and I decided to try taking the test and it came out positive! I don’t blame you if you want to break up with me —.”

“Wait, why are you crying? This is amazing, you’re pregnant!” He lifted and twirled Y/N, attacking her in a hug before she even knew it.

“But… we can’t afford being pregnant. We’re not even married.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Harry murmured. “None of it matters, we’re going to have a baby made from our love.”

Y/N dug her face deeper in the crook of his neck. She felt silly for ever doubting Harry or his love for her.

accidentallyjakeenglish  asked:

Pass the happy along! When you get this reply with five things that make you happy and then pass it along to the first 10 people in your activity 💛

Thank you so much! I will do this rn! It’s in a list of five so it counts right??? All these people + so so many more make so super friggin happy and inspire me to be better on a daily so ta da!

1. @1e-9desu 

2. @paleandsleepy @positivepastel @pocketfulofsin @fawning @tsumtsum @chellychuu @kawaiiorshine @sapphicshimmers @notallherebutdefinitelyqueer @babyanimalgifs @blushsweets @japancandybox @sheisrecovering @dreamygraveyard @isucktoesforreal @negativeblessing @palekitty @kira-kira-kitty @uniforms @tinytealight @softestjpg @miukie @mirukeu-senpai

3. @springgette @overlord-satan @tinyyokaiprince @reifaun @loli-nurse @pinkiemarshmallow @pinkdeers @pinkpossibly @princess-of-positivity @princesskealie @princesskatie @neko-mom @ari-kanon @pink-june @cassiopae @starrybud @kawaii-hello-kitty @positivepastel @strawberry-milku @bubble-snowflakes @seiirinn @prettypandaeyes @mondai–girl

4. @ruri-runes @lazy-gudetama @lacey-lamb @pinktsun @pastel-blaster @pastelprince-ess @mexiwolf @sugars @queenfrosting @tokyocrybaby @novice-heartbreaker @nyanpng @kiyumie @eggpuffs @eearth @c-ptsdofficial @sexual-abuse-survivor-support @ichthyosis @starchus @stacojiu

5. @starryheaven @kawaii-miunicorn @multicolouredfairylights @dollymeds @dollie-prince @milky-curls @drippy–paint @strawberri-custard @kremekun @honeysake @alpacaaffair @mado-kaa

@sleeplessangels @angelpink @angeldroplets @asph0del @pancak3u @blessmykokoro @satanisaloli

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littletinygothamite  asked:

42 and 50 :))

42. Where do you feel the safest?

In my bed, with my own pillow and cover, and with my stuffed animals on either side of me. (I’m totally an adult, I promise)
And this is super cheesy I know, but in the arms of my partner. Nothing eases my anxiety as much as a good hug from him. 

50. Invent your own word. What does it mean?

Wow this is hard. Especially since in Swedish you can basically just put any two words together to make a new one (well that’s not quite true, but almost). 

I’m not sure what the word would be, but it would mean that feeling of bliss when finding a new way to look at a plant. Maybe if it has grown a new branch, perked up after looking droopy, or when they turn towards the sun smiling like they really do have a face, or when it’s finally opening up that flower you’ve been waiting on for weeks and you see what it looks like for the first time. OR when you find a new bud on a plant you never thought would flower again! 

See, I can go on forever. This word is clearly needed. 

Find all numbers/questions here.

anonymous asked:

I'm watching the Emily is away too part 4 stream because I missed it and OMG THE WHOLE SECTION OF THE VIDEO WITH STEPHANIE'S FAVOURITE COLOUR AND MATT FEELING BAD FOR NOT KNOWING IT I'M SCREAMING IT'S SO CUTE!! (Btw it's around 50 minutes in the unlisted stream)

Oh trust me, I’ve watched that particular moment easily a few dozen times! And bless him, Matt was so distressed what a dear bless his heart he just wants to know everything about Stephanie and he a good husband.

Numbers ...

I had been campaigning for Flower to be the Knights’ first overall draft pick. If he has to be a Knight, I wanted him to be in the record books for being the first/only goalie/player to have been drafted first overall twice. I was bummed when I realized how they were making their choices, apparently based on the teams’ finish at the end of regular-season play.

But then I saw it pointed out (I can’t find it now or I would link) that the way the selection was done meant Flower was picked 29th overall. And that gives me two things to think about:

a) It’s fitting, since Flower’s number means so much to him. (And it’s a good omen for him getting to keep it as a Knight.)

b) I’m not huge on conspiracy theories, but … the Pens – the team, the players – likely knew the draft format and would have known what a second-place finish for the Pens at the end of the season would mean for Flower last night. I don’t know that I can go so far as to insist they did it on purpose. But I do recall being surprised at the end of the season when the Pens had a confirmed playoffs spot and, instead of sitting back and resting a bit and being happy with simply getting in, they played strong right to the end – and finished in a position that would make Flower the Knights’ 29th pick, instead of their 27th or 28th pick.

We talk about numbers being important to Sid – the 87th game in the 66th playoffs series, for example. I’m not claiming to know how everything happened with Flower, and I know how far-fetched this scenario seems. Then again, the Pens won the second of back-to-back cups in the 87th game of their 66th playoff series. Numbers …
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An inspiration blog for Arya, Gendry and their relationship.

Hi Guys!!!
Some may have noticed but I have a tag for Arya/Gendry inspiration on my blog and I thought I might make a blog specifically for it! It will feature quotes, gifs, text posts, etc. from a number of different sources. You’re welcome to check it out and follow if you wish. Hopefully it might serve as a purpose for creativity for myself and others but it’s also just for fun!