is this what they do on weekends

anonymous asked:

I love your writing so much if you're still doing robron prompts could you do the first time they get heckled in the street by homophobes for like holding hands or kissing or something and who you'd think would react worse I'm in a really angsty mood and want to make myself cry ahaa

It’s a completely normal, average day when it happens. They’re in Tesco, Aaron leaning on the trolley as they browse the aisles, aimlessly chatting about what they want for dinner, and if they should get some beers in (Aaron is talking about how he fancies a barbecue, the weather was supposed to be good that weekend, and there was nothing like some burgers and an endless supply of beer in the sun to start a weekend right.)

“You forgot your biscuits,” Robert said, depositing a double pack of chocolate bourbons into their trolley, leaning in to press a kiss to Aaron’s lips. It was something he’d done a thousand times in public now, less and less anxiety about being open, and proud of who he was and who he was married to sitting heavily in his chest.

And then he hears it.

“That’s disgusting, right where people can see n’all. Have they got no shame?”

Robert freezes.

Robert freezes, and feels sick to his stomach as the words ring in his mind, the world spinning around him as he looks around for the source of the comment. Theres another man, standing by the biscuits, a friend in tow, and he’s looking at them with genuine disgust in his eyes.

“You want to say that again?” Aaron was defensive immediately, face red and hands balled into fists as he glares at the stranger. “Go on, I fucking dare ya, say it again.”

Before the stranger could make another comment, there’s a manager standing between them, a young looking woman who tries her best to ease the situation before gets out of hand.

Robert stands, frozen, as the manager tries to direct the stranger on, tries to placate Aaron with kind words and the promise of a money off voucher for their shopping.

“I don’t want a voucher,” Aaron is trying to be calm, but anger oozes from his every pore, every inch of him. He’s practically bristling, ready for a fight, ready to defend himself and their marriage. “I want to do my shopping with my husband and not have ignorant pricks like ‘im try and tell me I’m disgusting.”

He’s standing up for them.

He’s standing up for them, both of them, and Robert’s frozen to his spot on the aisle, one hand gripping the cool metal of the trolley slightly. Robert can only watch, as Aaron has a few more words with the manager and accepts her apology with a furrowed brow, and Robert’s barely even able to put one foot in front of the other as they head for the checkouts, Aaron giving him a worried look as he hands his card over, paying for the shopping Robert had haphazardly thrown into the trolley.

He doesn’t even really remember doing it.

All he remembers is those strangers words.

Disgusting.

Right where people can see.

Have they no shame?

Disgusting.

“Robert?” Aaron’s hands are on his face now, familiar hands on his cheeks, his neck, something that should make him feel calm, feel safe, but he just wants to panic, is afraid that stranger might be close by, might say something, or God, do something -

“I froze,” Robert blurted, hating how upset he felt, hating how he couldn’t react. “I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, and I took it.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to say anything,” Aaron shook his head. “We don’t have to defend what we have to any ignorant bastard who can’t keep his mouth shut in Tesco. Yeah? You don’t need to defend us to anyone.”

“But you did,” Robert mumbled, throat thick with tears he was refusing to cry. He wasn’t going to break down in a Tesco fucking carpark, with a bag of oranges in one hand and a trolley half full of beer next to him.

“You know me, always looking for a fight,” Aaron tried to joke, prising the shopping Robert was holding from him, dumping it in the boot. “It’s okay, Robert - I get how terrifying it can be to have someone be like that.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah,” Aaron’s voice was soft, tired, as though he’d been through this a thousand times. “I’ve been out for a lot longer than you have.”

Of course.

“Does it ever hurt less?” Robert asked, gaze dropping to the floor, to his shoes, the concrete he was standing on suddenly very interesting.

“No.”

Robert looked up sharply, the sick feeling rising in his stomach again. Was this going to be the rest of his life, off hand comments in Tesco telling him he was disgusting for loving another man and daring to not be ashamed of it?

“But you get a thick skin,” Aaron said, emptying the last of their shopping into the boot. “And no one, no one is ever going to make me feel ashamed of loving you, I’m not to let them win.”

Robert imagined for a second, what it would feel like to hide, to be ashamed again, to keep his love, his husband behind closed doors, to only love him where no one else could see, and he held his head a little higher, stood a little prouder. 

“I’m not letting them win either,” Robert declared, giving Aaron’s hip a squeeze, reaching into his trouser pocket for the car keys, not caring who saw. “I’m proud of who we are.”

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… some do morning face so well. Happy Friday – long weekend here… wonderful weekend to all.  xo

I hate the weekends where my little bug is out of town, but it does allow flexibility for me to do as I want and need. Today was so busy. How can one be so busy without working or caring for a family? LOL…

Perhaps because it is important to fit self-care in the schedule too. I came home from all my appointments and intended to to nap and then homework and a date.

Heavens!!! I slept through everything!! Perhaps that is what has happened to my dates that stood me up in the past. Lol! I have a better understanding of possibilities. 😂

Yeeeeey! Tomorrow is Saturday (well, today since it’s 3:00 am lol) and that means it’s mi inspiration day! Usually the inspiration comes to me around the weekends an beats my procastination side out of my house so I draw like a machine those days *v*)

I’m planning to do various things tomorrow but I want to ask you guys something first! What would you like to see? A mini comic of how Blueprint met one of his brothers (I won’t say who!) or a mini photo sesion with his dad, Uncle Papy and the new RottenBerry child? I’ll probably make both since I’m allready isnpired but I want to know which one you want to see first!

Haaaaave a radom Frisk I made while practicing hair coloring! I know I see them as a boy but I needed to make his hair longer so I could practice sjfkjkjk

anonymous asked:

Numbers 112.,113. with monty

from this prompt post

112: “Why are you bleeding?”

113: “Where did all these puppies come from?”

Originally posted by knightlley


Hey, Y/N! Can I come over? I know ur parents are away this weekend ;)’  You looked down as your phone buzzed, gently setting Frank down next to you as you picked up the device.

“Fuck.” You quietly murmured to yourself, surveying the room around you as your mind began to race.

“Sure, babe.” You quickly texted back. Monty lived across town, which gave you about twenty minutes to figure out what to do.no

“Good. Cuz I’m outside.”

“Shit!” You raced over to the window, stumbling over the hem of Monty’s oversized flannel bottoms, which you had stolen from him months prior. Outside, Monty stood leaning against the hood of his pickup, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he saw the pale blue curtain flicker, and your worried face peek out. You glanced nervously behind you, then smiled, hurrying over to the front door as Monty began to walk up the front path.

You quickly opened the heavy wooden front door, positioning your body in the opening as Monty neared the front porch.

“Hey babe.” Monty smiled as he walked up the steps.

“Hey yourself. You know, I was thinking that maybe we could do something outside today like a picnic on the lawn, or sunbathing or something so why don’t you just hang out here while I grab a blanket and put a shirt on, okay? Sounds good.” You nervously chuckled and stepped slightly backwards, beginning to close the door. A loud thump and a heavy force prevented you from doing so as Monty stepped forward, his large hand stopping the oak from shutting. 

“Y/N? You’re really worrying me. Are you okay? Is everything okay? What can I do for you? I’ll help you with anything, babe.” Concern flashed across his face as his honey brown eyes searched yours, his eyebrows raised as he reached out with his free hand to grab your hand. “Please, this is really concerning. What’s going on? Wait, why are you bleeding?!” His voice raised up as he looked down and saw a long scratch on the back of your hand.

“Well, shit. Frank must’ve scratched me.”

“Who the fuck is Frank?! Y/N! This isn’t funny.” He pushed by you into the house and his mouth fell open as he looked into the living room.

On the couch sat three dachsunds, one sleeping on the armrest, the other two playing tug of war with a small rope. On the blue armchair rested another one, who was lying on his back, all four paws sticking up in the air as he snored. On the ground, two more wrestled over a bone, and another one was sniffing a slipped curiously.

“Shit. That’s only…7…oh, nope. There’s Weenie.” Another one trotted around the corner of the kitchen, dragging a stuffed lamb that was twice his size behind it.

“Y/N…Where did all these puppies come from?” You glanced up at him sheepishly, a small smile spreading across your face as you gently laced your fingers through his.

“Um. Well, it’s kind of a funny story…you see, like, you know how you told me that volunteering at the animal shelter was a bad idea? And you know how I started work there yesterday? And you know how you’re, like, 93% of my impulse control? Well, I tried calling you and you didn’t pick up when this box of puppies was just, like, dropped off at the front steps, and they looked so, so sad, so because you didn’t answer your phone this is pretty much your fault, so you’re gonna have to answer to Mom and Dad, because like I said, you didn’t tell me not to take the box, so you’re kinda liable and responsible for this and I love you babe, did I tell you how much I love you and how hot you look in that shirt and how sweet and caring and loving you are?”

“Oh my god, Y/N. This spontaneity and excitement is why I fell in love with you but also why you concern me immensely.”

anonymous asked:

do you have advice for making new friends? im just starting to come out of my shell and be more social. 🌺

hello! some advice for making friends:

♡ go up to people instead of waiting for them to talk to you

♡ be friendly! be interested in what they have to say, smile, ask lots of questions.

♡ say hi to them every time you see them. be happy to see them!

♡ be extra nice! help them and share food with them :)

♡ invite them somewhere in the weekend

♡ if you’re shy you can fake your confidence.

♡ when there’s nothing to talk about, just say anything random or they’ll think you don’t want to talk to them

♡ make them happy! make them feel good about themselves 💖

I hope this helps!!

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Summary: Peter Parker is your kind, loving boyfriend of 2 years, who also just happens to be the web slinger, Spider-Man. And even though you support what he’s doing, you can’t seem to escape the thought that Peter is getting lost in this new superhero world.

Word Count: 961

Warnings: Language

A/N: (Written in reader’s POV; italics indicate inner monologue/thoughts.) Apologies in advance for all the feels you may endure during this part :// only 3 chapters left!! [tags are now closed for this fic]

Secrets | 6

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anonymous asked:

hi! im new here. just found your yoi bachelor au and im currently lying facedown on a carpet *incoherent screaming* fangirling aside, do you have any estimate on when episode 3 will be out? not to pressure you or anything, btw, just curious. go at your own pace and all that etc :)

!!!! HI. what a lovely thing to wake up to.  

it’s hard to say, because: WHINY PARAGRAPH WARNING!! unfortunately my best writing time is on the weekends, and the last two weekends i haven’t been home, either visiting friends or family.  this weekend could very well be the same, which is not great for me, because i’m a huge introvert and i need my Me Time.  also, my jaw has been dislocated for about a week, and i haven’t had the opportunity to see a dentist, and so i’ve been in a lot of pain! i’m a huge baby when it comes to pain.  so my mental health has been swirling down the drain pretty fast, and i have a hard time being funny when i can barely eat and i’m being pulled in so many directions that i forget to take care of myself.  

i do really, really, really want to get the third part up as soon as possible though.  i didn’t expect it to be so popular, but i have an enormous amount of fun writing it, and i love that people love it too.  please just send me good vibes (and maybe some good painkillers in the mail), and i’ll be back to it as soon as possible :)

anonymous asked:

What do you think Jon will say to Theon when he sees him again?

Because I’m trash I wrote out what I want to happen :P 



Theon froze in the doorway, panic awash on his pale face. He was not the man Jon remembered. He had betrayed House Stark for his own gain, allowed the Boltons to take power and wage filth in the name of Winterfell. But where anger should have dwelled, Jon found he could not look upon this shadow masquerading as Theon Greyjoy and feel vengeful. 

“Jon…” Whatever else he wanted to say died on his lips as Jon strode forward, purposeful in his strides. “I’m so–” 

He clasped Theon in a firm embrace, quick and fleeting, and when he pulled back, he made sure to look his once-friend in the eyes, so determined to show his earnestness. “Thank you. Thank you for bringing her back to me.”

“I do not deserve your thanks. I have done… terrible things.”

“War makes monsters out of men,” Jon said. “We have all done terrible things.”
 

Attention!

Today we’re celebrating Midsummers Eve here in Sweden. I’ll be gone for 3 days with family and won’t be home until Sunday evening. This means that no new stories will be posted during the weekend and I won’t be much active here either

I hope y'all will have a wonderful weekend 😘 I’ll be back to writing on Monday 😄

In case you’re wondering, what the heck is Midsummers Eve? Here is a link to a vid that pretty much sums up what we do 🤣

https://youtu.be/u8ZLpGOOA1Q

Skam is ending this weekend. We all are trying to cope with it and move on. But they keep rubbing it in our faces that they originally planned 6 seasons including everyone from the Girl Squad and Isak, and 9 characters could have a chance to their own season including also Even, Jonas and Magnus, etc. What is the point of making this process even more painful for fans? If they planned it and failed to do it somehow, okay, let it be. Why do they need to tell us? We don’t have to know. We don’t have to get more upset that we will never get to see those characters having their own season. They made a decision and ended the show. We don’t have to deal with their “could have” anymore when they basically “can not” do it at the moment. 

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The weekend has arrived! Yay! I only worked 4 days this week but it felt like a month 😂

Things:
🌼 I feel like the ice cream bar next door is trying to trick me 🤔

🌼 Is it me or does the camera on my phone seem to have some kind of filter? Nevermind the weird picture haha

🌼 My flat officially has a new renter starting September 1st! Which means I need to hurry up with my “what time do next”-plan. Yikes!

I’ll Wait For You
Chapter 14: Love Like A Sunset
By: @a-girl-named-whiskey

“How do you do that?” she asked, in a breathless tone.

“What?” he inquired, tilting his head to the side.

“Make me feel as if I’m the most important and beautiful person in this town,” Betty stated without hesitation.

“Well, that’s simple,” Jughead remarked, as his hand caressed Betty’s soft skin, feeling her shiver under his tender touch. “Because in my world…you are. You’ve stolen my heart, Betty Cooper.”

*Bonus: JB with pink hair ☺️
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This is probably my last aesthetic/imagines for the week. (Going on a much-needed beach trip this weekend).

A BIG THANK YOU to everyone who liked, commented, re-blogged my edits! I didn’t expect to get so much love from you guys. I started this hobby as I have been stressed out and anxious lately and I found that doing these helped relieve them.

Also, a SHOUT OUT to all the amazing and talented fanfic writers in this fandom. I must’ve said this a million times already but I’m gonna say it again, you guys are wonderful and such an inspiration! Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

anonymous asked:

i met this guy a few months ago. we've hung out a few times. he's met my family and i've met all of his friends, even spent the weekend with them on vacation. we've kissed a lot and we're super flirty. but we got into an argument while i was drunk because i told him i wanted more than just sex. [hes not a virgin but i am] he knows how i feel and he says he wants to end up with me but doesn't know what he wants right now. i really like him and i think he might like me but i don't know what to do

Like he told you, he doesn’t know what he wants. My exes been like that. So young and you don’t know what you really want. Some just want to fuck around others want something serious. I’m not sure if he’s the right one for you now. Probably you will only get hurt while your waiting for him to decide.. you deserve better darling. You deserve someone who wants and loves you.

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Tonight was my first open water swim since September. As you can see… I’m still alive. And smiling.

I kept this first swim to myself. Just me, the calm water and Lanny in a kayak. I was afraid to tell others in case I lost my shit out there. But it went so much better than I had anticipated. Lanny patiently paddled next to me the first time out to an underwater island, shallow enough for me to stand on. I felt confident enough to do a few out and backs on my own without him having to stay by my side. He ventured out, but not too far.

I have no idea what my time was or how far i swam. Tonight was just about survival. I’m slowly easing back into it. Slooooowly.

The night ended with friends at a dinner gathering. It was a relaxing way to end this chaotic Friday and a good kickoff for the weekend.

Spin and run in the morning… lets do this.

Happy weekend, Tumblr.