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The Republican health care bill just cleared its first hurdle in the House

  • The GOP’s proposed bill to repeal the Affordable Care Act was approved by the House Ways and Means Committee in a 23-16 vote after a grueling 18-hour session that lasted into early Thursday morning. 
  • The House Energy Commerce Committee, which also began debating the bill on Wednesday, is reportedly still in session nearly 24 hours later, CNN reported. 
  • Republicans hoped the bill would breeze through their majority-held House and Senate, according to CNN. 
  • But the proposal has drawn sharp rebuke from lawmakers and special interest groups on both sides of the aisle. Read more (3/9/17 10:51 AM)
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Happy birthday @snogfairy <3<3<3 Have a lovely rest of your day!


Lucy wakes up confused and warm, her head aching with what she already knows is a nasty hangover. Groaning, she rolls over, nearly falling off the couch. She catches herself at the last second, swearing under her breath before sitting up. She sniffs, squinting at the harsh light of the morning sun, and frowns when she hears something sizzling. Curious, Lucy wonders is Cana stayed the night, considering she always ends up on the couch when that happens. Lucy stands on wobbly legs, making her way to the kitchen slowly, grumbling to herself about never drinking again.

It’s not Cana in the kitchen.

Lucy freezes at the threshold, blinking rapidly when she notices a man standing in front of her stove. His back is to Lucy, and it’s a very nice, well-muscled back. Her eyes trace his form, a brow quirking when she sees pink hair something dark poking through the strands. He hums to himself and Lucy shakes her head, amused to see her supposed one-night-stand cooking breakfast.

She’s about to call out to him when she notices a weird, circular shape on her kitchen floor, chalk smeared across the tiles. Now that she’s looking, she can see that her kitchen is an absolute disaster. There’s a large crack in her table and one of the chairs is laying in a pile, completely splintered.

What the fuck?

Mystery man turns around, smiling when he sees her. “Mornin’, Sunshine!” he greets, grin revealing a row of wicked, sharp teeth. Lucy glances down at his toned chest, gaze following the outline of his stomach muscles. He clears his throat suddenly, and Lucy’s eyes snap back up. He quirks a brow and that’s when Lucy notices the spiraled horns poking out from his messy hair.

Is that some kind of roleplay thing? Did she bring home some guy with a fantasy kink?

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Title: Family

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Lots of requests for the Seguin imagine. (I’ll post the Monahan one tomorrow!) The POV switches between (Y/N) and Tyler. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2,019

Other Parts: (Part Two)


You were lounging on the sofa with Tyler, a movie playing softly on the television. Snuggled into his chest; his arms were fastened securely around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head. It was getting late and you’d have to leave soon, but you were enjoying your time alone with Tyler. You heard the patter of small footsteps coming down the hallway; turning your heads you saw Tyler’s son, Charlie, appeared in the doorway dragging a worn fleece blanket behind him.

“Daddy, I had a nightmare.” he sniffled; the lashes covering his bright brown eyes were damp with tears. Gosh, did that little boy look like his daddy.

“It’s alright, Charlie.” he said as he slipped his arms from your waist and stood up. “I’ll be right back.” he whispered to you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You watched as Tyler knelt down next to his son and spoke comforting words to him in a hushed voice before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him back to his room. You loved watching the two of them together.

Tyler and Charlie’s mother hadn’t planned on having a baby. After the birth she had left Tyler with sole custody and hadn’t been in touch since. In the four years since then, Tyler had taken it upon himself to be the best parent possible; growing up a lot himself during that time. He didn’t like letting people into the safe and sheltered world he had created for Charlie; unwilling to expose his son to other people who may or may not stick around. You had been dating for a little under a year, and you had managed to earn Tyler’s trust and he let you in. Sort of. Although you had spent time with Charlie, Tyler didn’t let you get too close. You knew how protective Tyler was and you didn’t want to push anything on him.

You stood up with a yawn and began gathering your things as Tyler came sauntering back into the living room and flopped down on the sofa.

“Hey babe, I’m going to head home.” you said, picking your bag off the floor. As you turned to face him he sighed loudly, rubbing his hands down his face. “Tyler, what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting beside him, rubbing a hand across his broad shoulders.

“I just don’t know what I’m going to do with Charlie when we go on our trip next week. His normal sitter is on vacation; my parents and sisters are really busy right now, they can’t fly in.” he said tiredly. “I hate leaving him with new sitters; he doesn’t do well with people he doesn’t know; especially with the nightmares he’s been having recently.” he explained, closing his eyes in frustration.

“He knows me, I could watch him.” you stated simply. You suddenly realized what you had said and your mouth dropped open, surprised at your own words.

Tyler’s eyes flew open and he stared at you, his eyes studying your face. You couldn’t read his expression and it worried you. Did he think you were trying to force yourself into their lives? Didn’t he trust you enough to leave his child in your care?

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want to make you feel like I’m intruding—” you began nervously.

“No, no, no.” Tyler said, cutting you off. He sat up straighter and placed a hand gently on your knee. “Do you really want to watch him? I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I know you’re busy with work and everything else going on in your life right now.”

“I really do, Tyler. I’ll switch my schedule to work around his pre-school hours. You’ll only be gone for a little over a week. I’d like to get to know Charlie better.” you said, offering him a small smile. “If you’ll let me.” you added quickly.

“You want to get to know Charlie better?” Tyler asked.

“Of course I do. I love you Tyler, and Charlie is a huge part of your life. We’ve been together for almost a year, and I plan on sticking around; I think it’d be good for us to know each other better.” you said, praying Tyler would understand how much you wanted him to fully let you into their lives.

Tyler bit his lower lip; once again he stared at you. Before any worrisome thoughts could cross your mind, Tyler wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest; one hand caressing your back, the other wound through your hair, keeping you close to him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” he murmured into your hair.

“Hey man, don’t look so worried. We’re almost home.” Jamie said slapping Tyler on the shoulder as he took the seat beside him on the plane.

“What if they didn’t get along? What if Charlie hates (Y/N)? What if she realizes that dating a guy with a kid was an awful idea and she’ll take off right after Charlie got to know her? What if he hasn’t gotten any sleep because of his nightmares? What if-”

“Tyler, calm down. You talked to both of them every night on FaceTime. You told me everything was fine.” Jamie said, attempting to calm Tyler down.

“They did. But what if it’s just what I wanted to believe? I love (Y/N), but I can’t stay with her if she and Charlie don’t like each other.” he worried. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes.

“Dude, this is the first time they’ve spent an extended period of time together and it seems to be going really well. You can’t expect them to be as close as you and Charlie are overnight. Give it some time, man. It’ll be fine.” Jamie reassured him.   

”‘Night Charlie.“ you said as you pulled the blankets over his tiny frame. You ruffled a hand through his dark hair and walked to the doorway when you heard his small voice.

”(Y/N), when’s daddy coming home?“ he whispered.

You crossed the room; kneeling by his bedside. "Tomorrow buddy, he’ll be back by the time you wake up tomorrow morning.” you smiled down at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Okay. Good night” Charlie said, returning your smile.

You walked out of the room, flipping off the light as you entered the hallway. You walked into Tyler’s room and changed into your pajamas, checking your phone.

Tyler: Plane is landing at 2:00am. I’ll be home soon after. Can’t wait to see you.

 You and Charlie had been getting along beautifully during the past week. The most difficult part of watching him had been trying to calm him down after his nightmares. He missed Tyler all the time, but especially after he had nightmares. Luckily, he seemed to be growing more fond of you, easily accepting you into his little world.

You walked back to Charlie’s room and peeked through the open doorway to make sure he had fallen asleep before heading back to Tyler’s room and slipping under the covers.

It was nearly 3:00 in the morning when Tyler unlocked the door to the apartment and slipped quietly inside. He was thrilled be home, but didn’t want to wake you or Charlie. He walked to the hallway closet and pulled out an extra blanket, making his way out to the sofa.

He couldn’t wait to see how you and Charlie had gotten along. Doubts still plagued his mind; hoping the two people he loved the most would willing be part of each other’s lives. He was hoping the reactions he got from you tomorrow about the past week would be honest, not just what he wanted to hear. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Charlie wake up, crying. His fatherly instincts kicked in and was halfway to Charlie’s room when he stopped, waiting to see how you would handle the situation. He ducked into the bathroom to brush his teeth as he heard you scurrying from his bedroom.

You heard Charlie crying; another nightmare. You flung the covers off and walked quickly into Charlie’s room where you found him sitting up on the bed, tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Charlie, it’s alright buddy.” you said soothingly as you sat down on the bed and lifted him into your lap, pulling him into a hug. “It was just a dream, you’re alright.” you assured him, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You sat there with him for a few minutes until his tears stopped.

“What… what if they try to come get me again?” he whispered into your neck.

“They’re not real, Charlie. And if they were, they won’t be able to get you. I wouldn’t let them. I like you too much.” you said.

“You promise?” he asked, pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“I promise. ” you replied as you wiped the last of his tears from his cheeks. Now smiling, Charlie crawled off your lap and under the covers. You tucked him in and sat by his bed until he fell asleep. Once he drifted off, you wandered back to Tyler’s room.

Tyler, still concealed away in the bathroom, smiled to himself, relieved that you were able to calm Charlie; that you were able to make him feel safe. He walked from the bathroom out to the living room, sitting on the sofa when he heard small footsteps walking down the hallway.

He watched over the back of the sofa as Charlie walked through the open doorway into his bedroom where you were sleeping. Quietly, Tyler walked down the hallway and peered into his bedroom where he saw Charlie softly poking your sleeping figure in the back.

You felt something. No, it was someone, poking you in the back. You rolled over and saw Charlie standing beside the bed, his blue blanket wrapped around him. “Hey, are you alright?” you asked.

“Yep.” he said, shuffling his feet.

“Do you need anything?”

“Well, you said earlier that you wouldn’t let the monsters take me.” he said, taking a step closer the bed.

“You’re right, I would never let them take you away from me.”

“I don’t want them to take you either. So if you let me sleep up there with you, I’ll protect you.” he said softly.

“Of course.” you said, a smile playing on your lips. “How about we protect each other?” you asked. He smiled as he ran to the other side of the bed and scrambled up beside you.

“Okay.” he said as he crawled under the covers beside you and snuggled into your side. You wrapped a protective arm around him. “I miss daddy.”

“I know you do bud, I miss him too.”

“I’m glad you’re here. Thanks for keeping the monsters away.” he said, rubbing his eyes. He shifted in your arms. “I love you.” he yawned.

Your heart swelled. You looked down at the adorable little boy in your arms, delighted with his seal of approval. “I love you, too, Charlie.”


Tyler, leaning against the wall outside of his bedroom, sighed with relief. An overwhelming feeling of joy spread through him. Not being able to wait until morning, he walked into the room and pulled open a dresser drawer, changing into a pair of sweat pants.


You heard Tyler’s familiar footsteps coming down the hall. A dresser drawer squeaked and a moment later you felt Tyler’s presence behind you, his warm fingers brushing your hair back to place a gentle kiss against your temple.

“Hey babe, I missed you.” he whispered.

“I’ve missed you, too.” you said smiling as you watched Tyler walk to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers, sandwiching Charlie between the two of you. “I hope this is alright.” you said softly, looking down at Charlie who was peacefully sleeping in your arms.

“It’s perfect.” Tyler answered, reaching for your free hand, entwining his fingers with yours. “Perfect.” he repeated, smiling.

You had to agree.


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One Week [Pt. 1]

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

“That’s the 4th night in the past week, Chanyeol-ah!” Baekhyun groans as he rolls off the couch. “You guys are like animals”.

Every time you come over, Baek knows exactly where he’ll be sleeping that evening. As of lately, it seems like he practically lives on the couch.

Chanyeol smirks, feeling proud. He shrugs off his roommate’s complaint almost immediately, too happy to even think about spending any of his free nights away from you.

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anonymous asked:

hello! can you rec me a famous/nonfamous where they interacted over twitter? ive read "thats sounds fake buy okay" and its addictive j want more. help? thank youuu

(I love you anon, you and me should be BFF)

- baby, you’re my only reason : Harry’s famous and Louis’ a big fan. or, “you’re a celebrity and you just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie and said “date me” and you thought i was serious?“ au (6k)

Then We Talk Slow   : A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets. (20k)

- we’re still going, eight in the morning, :Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.DJTommo is now following you!@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!Direct Message from @DJTommo!Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan….Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting. (31k, Twitter)

- say you want me : Louist95: @HarryStyles, I’m personally offended that you haven’t invited me to your concert in Leeds next week. Proper fan I am and all.HarryStyles: @Louist95 Proper fan? I’m personally offended on behalf of all our fans everywhere that you’ve lumped yourself with them. ~ A Famous/Not-Famous AU featuring Liam, Zayn, and Harry as the members of Sonic Boom, an English band that unexpectedly sky rocketed to international fame, Niall as their biggest fan, and Louis as the exact opposite. Harry’s a closeted pop star and Louis is the uni student he keeps fighting with on Twitter. It’s all silly banter until it turns into something else. (31k)

- you don’t have to play the part : : or the one where Harry is Britain’s new pop sensation, Louis is R&B star Zayn’s sassy social media manager and things get confusing. (17k)

- Every Story Ever Told Becoming a best-selling author isn’t as difficult as Louis would have guessed. It seems all you need these days is the perfect blend of alcohol induced philosophy, complete disregard for one’s dignity, a live blog about how fucked love is, and a bored publisher interested enough to offer him a deal. (54k, Twitter)

- two feet standing on a principle: The one where they pretend to still be a couple and it’s a disaster until it’s not. (Harry is a famous fashion model and Louis works at the mall, nobody knows they broke up two weeks ago.) (10k, Twitter)

- You’ve Got the Face to Play the Role, : Harry is a writer at Sugarscape with a not so secret crush on BBC actor Louis Tomlinson. (5k, Tumblr and Twitter)

- And this old world is a new world   : Louis works in a little coffee shop although he hates coffee but what can you do when you’re pretty much living day by day trying to ignore that dream of yours you’re too scared to pursue. And then Harry enters the scene, or more precisely the coffee shop. He’s beautiful and kind and funny and also famous and not in town for very, very long. But that doesn’t keep Louis from maybe falling for him a bit and his friends from randomly inviting him along to go golfing. (44k, twitter)

- RootsThere aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous. He’s spent the past couple of years on and off various stages, filled with screaming fans, all chanting his name, loud and adoring. He’s done countless interviews, some even on live, national television, never faltering over his words, answers meticulously planned out, smooth and steady. He’s signed countless autographs, taken just as many photos, and even when he sat in his label’s studio, waiting to see how high up on the charts his single made it, he didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable. It’s all been unbelievably fun. No, there aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous.Enter Louis Tomlinson. (43k)

Will You Stay?

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Don’t let go of him. He needs you. He wants you stay, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

Warnings: Angst, all that good shit, it’ll end with a sort of cliffhanger idk i like to call it an interpretive ending but whatever floats your boat, also the obvious language warnings and mentions of baby buck not being okay :-(

Word Count: 9.1k (i’m SORRY)

Author’s Note: so, again, thank you to my inspo tag bc I saw this quote and it’s been churning in my head for so long but I’ve never had the chance to actually sit down and write it. This literally took me a full year to write so let’s see how it goes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also this could possibly go into a part two if you guys want it. I have an idea for it but if people want to use their imagination to create their own ending then by all means! Anyways, feedback is more than welcome and please leave requests; I’d love to see what you guys want to read :)


Originally posted by gliceria


It’s funny how easily someone’s world can come crashing down. How easily the bright colors that once painted your world turn to an ashen gray within a few short minutes. It’s sickening that love can raise you up to the sky and show you the world and the beautiful blues and golds of the sky. It’s intoxicating how drunk you feel off of the beauty and the glory of having it all, of seeing it all. How warm you feel, how weightless and limitless, like you’re the air. Twisting and turning, light and free. Young and spirited, wild and reckless and untamed.

Poets, authors and painters convey love with the prettiest words and the lightest shades of pink and yellow and white. They romanticize the fall, the moments before the leap and how wonderful it feels when you finally do.

What they never tell you about is after the fall. 

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Next Door || Minghao || Oneshot

Originally posted by minghaeo

Word Count: 2441

Genre: oneshot, fluff

Summary: Looking at the gloomy door beside you, you honestly weren’t sure what type of person lived there. However when you come home late and find a stranger outside your door, you realized that maybe your neighbor wasn’t as weird as you thought he’d be. 


You lived in a neighborhood that prided itself on its friendly neighbors and happy environment. Nearly everyone knows each other in the apartment complex and no matter how unsociable, they were still willing to chat if you ran into them. On holidays, doors would be carefully decorated and there would even be a friendly building get together that welcomed everyone. But in large groups, there is always an outlier and that outlier lived beside you.

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113. Dean carrying you to bed when you fall asleep in the library.

A/N: I felt like writing more fluff since the last bit of fluff was so well received. I hope I did him justice with this. Enjoy everyone!

Word count: 821

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He rubs his eyes tiredly with the heel of his hand, blinking back sleepiness as he closed his book.

Nearly two and a half hours into this book and nothing has stood out to him.

One look at his watch shows a dizzying 3:28 in the morning, and he slides the book across the table before leaning his elbows onto it and placing his head in his hands.

He yawns heavily and then looks up to his partner in crime, till death do them part.

Her head is tilted forward slightly, hair falling around her face as a curtain from the light illuminating the room.

He pauses a moment to look at her as she slept, her long lashes just kissing her cheeks and her pink lips barely parted as she exhaled.

His stomach tightens with the love he feels for the woman in front of him.

Sure, she had a temper that was quicker to flare up than his own, and a mouth that could spew some insults that made even him proud.

But beneath her hard exterior, very far beneath, there was a woman that had the soul of an angel, the heart of a human, and the passion of a demon.

Her gentleness and smile brightened his world, made him willing to wake up every morning and face the day knowing that if it was his last, it would be okay. It would be okay because as long as he got to see her smile, he considered his life fulfilled.

And her laugh, God, her laugh. Pitched just enough to make everyone around her want to laugh as well, he does everything that he can to hear it all the time.

She stirs slightly, tipping her head onto her shoulder, onto her perfectly soft skin.

Her skin was like rose petals against his flesh, so delicate and alluring and always smelling so sweet. It was soft, but easily bruised and wounded.

Scars, beautiful scars, across biceps and her stomach and thighs, telling stories of the battles she had been though to protect the people she cared about most from harm.

She saw them as imperfections; he saw them as marks of triumph over the darkness embedded in the world. Her thorns, ugly to some, but part of the whole rose that accented its beauty to others.

His eyes fall to the gentle curve of her neck, her most vulnerable patch of flesh that he loved to lay kisses on just because it made her giggle like a schoolgirl. That he loved to leave his mark on just so that he could watch her try to cover it with makeup before deciding that it was too dark to be covered. That pulsed with her heartbeat, reminding him of every second that she was alive and with him.

He takes a breath to ease the tightness in his chest and stands up slowly, trying not to make a sound to disturb her.

She was already a light sleeper, and he didn’t want to wake her tonight. He makes his way around the table to her, taking the book carefully from her lap before marking the page and setting it on the table.

She makes a sound in her sleep, one that makes him smile as he realized that she kicked ass even in her dreams.

One of his arms slips behind her back, the other one sliding beneath her knees so that he can lift her to his chest with ease.

She curls against him, laying her head on his collar and tucking into him.

He pauses for another moment and lays his cheek to the top of her head, closing his eyes so that he has nothing to distract him from the woman in his arms currently.

He stands there for several moments silently loving her before he starts toward his room.

Their room.

Once his, now hers, and forever their’s.

He’s careful down the hallway, making sure that he doesn’t accidentally brush against the wall or do anything else that could wake her.

Their room comes too soon for his liking.

If he could carry her for the rest of their lives, he would gladly do so, just so that he could always feel her presence with him.

As he slips her into bed, she stirs once again, her eyelashes fluttering as if she were about to open her eyes.

“Dean?” she breathes, cracking her eyes open half an inch to look at him.

God, what her voice does to him.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says as he slips into bed behind her, circling his arms around her waist.

“Just making sure you’re with me,” she mumbles as she presses back into him, fitting the curve of his body like the answer to all of the questions he’s ever asked.

“Always,” he tells her quietly, but he knows she is likely already asleep.

“Always.”

The Voicemail

Written for @xfficchallenges Dialogue Only Challenge.  

Timeline: Pre-Revival
Rating: R
Author: @piecesofscully
A/N: Sorry in advance? And thank you to my beautiful baeta @kateyes224 for always making my words pretty, pushing me to continue that thought, and encouraging me with a lot of expletives to write this.


“…sent me to voicemail?  Shit.  Uh, hey.  Hey, Scully.  It’s me.  Uh, Mulder.  You probably knew that.  I mean, who else would be calling you at, um, it’s 3:07.  3:07 in the morning?  Does someone else call you at 3:07 in the morning?  Don’t answer that.  S’better than showing up at your door three sheets to the wind in the middle of the night.  Trousered, almost shit-faced, nearly tanked.

“Ha, remember the last time I did that, Scully?  Las’ time you called me out for being drunk.  I have a confession, Scully.  I was drunk.  So drunk, in fact, that the pretty little barmaid cut me off.  86 was my lucky number, she’d said.  Pay the tab, and call a cab.  It’s a good thing I’m home now, no tabs t’pay, no cabs that smell like the vomit from the last drink-  er, drunk guy.  

“Just an empty couch that still smells like that perfume I bought you three years ago…

“I told her one was the loneliest number, and ya know what?  Scully, you know what?  I was wrong.  I know you like to hear me say that, so I’ll say it again.  I. Was.  Wrong.  The loneliest number’s two.  Two that’s still two, but half of it packed up its bags and walked out the front door.  You forgot to slam the door when you left, Scully.

“Fuck, I miss you.

“I miss you sticking your cold feet under my legs before falling asleep.  And that breathy sigh you make when you first wake up, and that awful tuna casserole you make on Fridays.  Fish on Fridays, like a good little Catholic. That stuff is really terrible, Scully.  Tastes like a burnt noodle coated in expired tuna.  But I ate it anyways, cause you made it.  

“You knew I didn’t like it, and you still made it, and I still ate it.  You know what I think?  I’m gonna tell you a secret.  I think that you liked to punish me, and I liked being punished.  Maybe you were right, maybe I’m a masochist.  That you enjoy dishing it out, though, makes you the sadist to my masochist.  Sadistic Scully. Has a ring to it, dontcha think?  I miss the way that you hated me, Sadistic Scully.  Meant you loved me.  Can’t have hate without love, right?

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Workout Log 5-10-17

Today, I did something a bit different. Now that I’m getting a lot more serious and consistent with my routine, I’m starting to move away from the machines and focus more on dumbbells/barbells and learning some different moves and upping dumbbell weight more. Some of the machines will stay in my routine because I’ve found some are really quite good at their intended muscle group, but I feel overall that dumbbell/barbells get that feeling you really want–where you have to push your muscles to perform at the end of the set.

So, what I tried out today was a bicep and triceps routine. Tomorrow I’m going to do chest and shoulders. Friday, abs. Saturday, legs and back. Weekends, as they have been, will be longer and more thorough routines. Playing it by ear.

I also went ahead and recorded my morning walk onto this Fitbit record. I usually do treadmill warm up, but I didn’t know how long it would take this morning so I skipped it. I only have 30-40 minutes to spare at the gym before the work time rush begins, but it turns out I could probably still use about 5-7 minutes on warm up. 

Dumbbell Bicep Curls: 15 lb dumbbells 3 x 12 
Hammer Curls: 15 lb dumbbells 3 x 12 
Supine Bicep Curls: 10 lb dumbbells 3 x 12  (these were awesome)
Triceps Extension: 20 lb dumbbell (single) 3 x 12 
Triceps Bench Press: 12.5 lb dumbbells 3 x 12 
Cable Push Down: 40lbs 3 x 12 
Push Up: 35
Triceps Dips: 3 x 12
Walk Outside: 25 minutes ish

Playlist Picks: Y’know? I haven’t listened to Revelations nearly as much as some other Audioslave albums, even though I’m properly obsessed with their debut–but, there are some really good songs on it. Listening to “Moth” this morning. It’s soft, yet hard at the same time and I’ve always loved that quality in Chris Cornell’s singing. This is also an underplayed song from one of my favorite Guano Apes album. No more, though. “Wash it Down” is frickin’ awesome.

And, the story of this HR graph is “Drop me off at the corner, I’ll walk.” When you’re really into it and sitting is just killing your mood. 😄

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 1

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Your patience was wearing thin.

It had been nearly 3 weeks since you and Jiyong had spent any time together and it was time to address it. Since you worked during the morning/day at YG and then spent the early evenings in your studio, you made sure that you had all night free and you assumed Jiyong would do the same. But you were mistaken. Again.

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Puppy Love

I wrote this last night at 2 AM haha
I go back to school on Monday so I’m trying to get as much content out now as I can
Hope you guys like this one! xx

Title: Puppy Love
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader
Summary: You get a puppy, but Barry is a little bit wary of your furry friend
Word Count: 1,596
Warnings: Food mention

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             "I want a dog,“ you announce to Barry one morning during breakfast.

           Barry nearly chokes, spitting out his coffee. "You what?” he asks, still coughing.

           You giggle at Barry’s reaction, handing him a napkin to clean up the drops of coffee on him. He gladly accepts, an embarrassed flush on his face. You didn’t expect to surprise him so much with the prospect of a dog.

           "I want a dog,“ you repeat firmly. "I think that would be a good step in our relationship.”

           "Y/N, are you sure?“ he asks you, setting down the coffee-stained napkins. "I mean, a dog is a big deal.”

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So I finally went into my list of bookmarks and tried to find the fave fics i’ve read so far.. and i think this is it :)) Please read the tags and stay safe!! Enjoy x

Autumn Leaves by suspendrs (28k)

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn’t mean to fall in love with him.

Mute by TroubledPro (123k)

How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words?
Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words.
Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words.
Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically.
Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically.
Louis could speak.
Harry could not.
Harry had progressive mutism.
Louis did not.

Escapade by dolce_piccante (146k)

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. 

He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

As You Are by zarah5 (139k)

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It’s also against his contract.

The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn’t get the big deal—not until he’s faced with this season’s judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.

And down the long and silent street by whimsicule (86k)

The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.

Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis’ past finally catches up with him.

With All My Heart, And More by littlelady (32k)

“A young John Doe, probably in his mid-twenties. He was found out on the street, lying in the snow completely beaten up, covered in blood. Internal bleeding, collapsed lung, the bones in his leg completely shattered, sprained wrist, dislocated shoulder, severe concussion, cut and bruised all over. He had more broken ribs than whole.”

“Is he in the ICU? Room 405?”

“Is he one of yours?”

“Yeah, looks like it.”

When Harry is left to die after having gotten abused and seriously injured by his ex-boyfriend, he is brought into the hospital where Louis works as a nurse. Louis instantly feels the need to take care of him, maybe a bit more than he usually does with his other patients. But only because Harry survived the abuse, it doesn’t mean that they are out of the woods yet. They still have a long and hard journey ahead of them filled with cries, fear and pain, but also with joy, laughter and lots of love.

domestic monsters series by g_uttertrash (234k)  

(this is the summary of chapter 1: come on, jump out at me)

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 (209k)

Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by theboyfriendstagram (84k)

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.

OR  

A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

we’re still going, eight in the morning by nooelgallagher & yoursongonmyheart (32k)

Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.

DJTommo is now following you!

@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!

Direct Message from @DJTommo!

Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.

Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”

Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.

Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan.

…Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting.

hold onto you stars by vashtaneradas (16k)

au; harry’s in the army, louis’ back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

Never Ever.

Jaebum x reader

synopsis“After all these time of me hurting you, why?” “Because Jaebum, never ever, I would fall out of love with you.” 

word count: 1356

genre: angst

“I love you.”

A salty, wet drop of vapor rolled down onto your cheek as you shot up from the bed, eyes darting across the dim room to a small bed table. Stretching your hands towards the digital alarm clock to tap the button, causing the artificial light to shine all over your room, displaying the time “3:07a.m.”

“I love you.” The words that used to haunt you the most at 3am somehow found its way into your head again: Jaebum’s never ending, soothing voice roaming the halls of your head, locked inside the depths.

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AU: Uni Shawn - Thoughtful

a/n: This imagine similar is to Playful because it has 4 different scenes regarding thoughtfulness in a relationship. Thank you to everyone who sent ideas in for this imagine. I was only able to use one since I already had the other three ideas written, but I really appreciate your suggestions and I may use them in the future, so thank you! 

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On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, you start your job at the front desk of the library at seven in the morning, which is a bit too early for your liking. This morning in particular is a rough morning for you. You were up until nearly three in the morning trying to finish a paper so having to be awake at 6:30 wasn’t at all enjoyable.

The library is nearly empty this early in the morning, which makes it even harder for you to be able to keep your eyes open. You’re doing some work on the library computer, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice someone enter the building. You don’t even look up from your computer, too tired to bother shifting your attention away from the screen in front of you. Only when the figure stops at the desk do you bother to look up.

You’re thoroughly surprised to see your boyfriend standing there. His hair is messy, like he didn’t bother to fix it before he left his dorm. Just the sight of him half asleep, but standing there in front of you brings a smile to your own tired face. “Morning y/n,” He says, when you don’t say anything right away. Despite the tiredness in his eyes and the fact that he isn’t used to waking up so early in the morning, he still is smiling brightly at you.

“Good morning baby, what are you doing?” You whisper to him leaning over the desk.

“I brought you coffee.” He responds, holding out the venti starbucks cup that you were too distracted to notice until just now. 

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You mentioned you couldn’t remember it it in another post so here’s the moment in Case 3 where Momo calls Ouma “pure”! 

Thank you so much for providing the caps! I definitely don’t remember every single word or line in the school trials (I’ve watched many of them for hours straight until about 4 in the morning and my sleeping habits haven’t been the best lately), so having screencaps and/or transcriptions always helps a lot!

Now that you’ve provided the caps, I do remember this scene again! Even this early into the game, Ouma loves dropping plenty of hints that he’s not nearly as bad as he’d like people to think.

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Morning Person || Jack

Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 680

Summary - The one where you force Jack awake (and he hardly minds at all).

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Jack was never a morning person; in fact, he hated mornings. He’d sleep until 3:00 in the afternoon if you let him (of course, you never did). The two of you had been dating for nearly a year and you were always awake at least an hour before he was. You would get up, make a cup of coffee, eat breakfast, watch TV, and have a cup of tea ready for Jack when you forced him up at noon.

Today was different. The two of you spent the weekend at his parent’s house for the first time. His family was very lovely and knowing that the two of you were serious enough where he was comfortable with you spending time with his family made you happy. You were up early, even earlier than usual. Jack was still asleep beside you, his hair flopped over his forehead, his lips in a small pout, and his arm draped over your waist. You loved Jack with your whole heart and seeing him so peaceful made your stomach do a flip.

“Why’re you staring at me?” Jack mumbled, a smile growing on his face.

“Sorry,” you blushed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” he said, opening his eyes and pulling you even closer to him. “What’s going on? Why’re you up? What time is it?”

“It’s 6:00,” you said. “I guess my mental alarm clock said I have to get ready for work.”

“But you’re on holiday,” Jack mumbled, his lips against your neck. “And it’s Saturday. You don’t have work.”

“I know,” you laughed. “I can’t help it. I’m just a morning person.”

As Jack placed small kisses to your neck, you had an idea. “C’mon,” you said, sitting up slightly. “Let’s get up.”

“Babe,” Jack laughed, “it’s nighttime.”

“No,” you said. “It’s morning. I wanna go for a walk. Along the beach.” Jack sat up as well, a teasing smirk on his face.

The sun hasn’t even come up yet and you want me to do what now?

“I want to go for a walk,” you pouted. “Please Jack? I wanna see the sunrise.” Jack heaved a sarcastic sigh and placed a kiss to your lips.

“You know I can’t say no to you.”

The two of you got out of bed, tossing on some warmer clothes to keep you hidden from the February chill. You put on a pair of sweats and one of Jack’s cozy sweatshirts and Jack did the same. You managed to leave the house without waking anyone up. The walk to the beach was short, so you and Jack walked hand in hand in comfortable silence.

When you got to the rocky beach shore, you and Jack sat beside each other. You laid your head on Jack’s shoulder and felt him rest his on top of yours. “Why do you like mornings so much?” he asked suddenly.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “It’s just, well, you miss so much when you sleep until 2:00, you know? I like to get up at a good time so I know that I have a whole day to do something extraordinary.”

You didn’t notice, but Jack stared at you then with the realization in his eyes that he would never love anyone else quite like he loved you.

The two of you eventually adjusted so that you were sitting in front of him in between his legs and he had his arms around you, resting a head on your shoulder. Naturally, it took a while for the sun to rise, but you were content the whole time. Jack kept placing delicate kisses to your neck while rubbing your arm with his thumb. He never failed to make you feel so fully loved. “Thanks for coming out here with me,” you said quietly, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Thanks for dragging me out of bed,” Jack said back with a small smile.

Seeing the morning sun now glowing on your skin and a peaceful smile on your face, Jack decided that maybe mornings weren’t so bad after all.

Sometimes revenge comes from being professional.

(warning: long story)

A couple of years ago, my husband and I moved to his hometown after spending time abroad and starting a business. We needed a job to make ends meet as we grew our business, so we both took a job as a server/bartender at a beautiful historic inn and restaurant in our town.

The bosses were an old couple. We realized pretty quickly that the woman of the couple wore the pants, and that she had no idea what she was doing. In addition to this, she was a real asshole. The place was horribly mismanaged, in a market where it was impossible NOT to make money. However, the hours were convenient since the restaurant was only open on a limited schedule, and we were the only servers who didn’t have terrible substance abuse issues, so we quickly became the de facto managers. We are both business minded people, and we started thinking that we could really run the place well if given the opportunity.

After being there about 6 months, we made the owners an offer to run the hotel and restaurant for a year for a small salary, but with the potential for a huge bonus at the end of the year, calculated as a hefty percentage of any increase in profit over the prior year.

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crossroadscastiel  asked:

I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE WILL'S NIPPLES and also the way you write Will's everything tbh. I feel like no one understands what a terrible tease Will is quite like you. ALSO The Game is my most favorite thing you've ever written YOU ARE FAB NEVER FORGET IT <3

THANK YOU!!! Please accept some gratuitous s1 nipple fun.


In two hours Will will be giving a lecture in front of fifty aspiring FBI agents. It was nearly nine in the morning and Will was sitting on one of his dining room chairs with his feet in a bucket of hot water, trying to make himself appear relaxed, knowing he would not be able to. Hannibal was too good at reading people and, somehow, especially Will, for Will to feign anything.

He had walked in his sleep last night. Woken by Buster nipping at his toes. He had wandered into the middle of his fields, his house a distant dot in the horizon. He had had to pull seven prickly thorns out of his legs and feet. 

He had called Hannibal and Hannibal had driven here despite Will’s half-hearted protests. He didn’t want to be alone, but he didn’t want to be seen like this by Hannibal.

Hannibal, with his hair loose, had given him one look and knew everything and still he kissed Will. Delicately and lingering until Will trembled and was grasping at Hannibal’s jacket. 

“You need to relax. To calm down.” Hannibal had said. Will had simply nodded. Anything would be good, he did not care.

Hannibal filled one of Will’s buckets with hot water from the shower. He eased Will’s feet inside and smiled when Will moaned, the ache of his heels and between his toes easing out of him.

Form the kitchen, Hannibal had brought out Will’s half used bottle of olive oil. He held it up, like an offering that Will did not quite understand.

“Will you let me touch you, Will?” Hannibal said, as if Will would say no. Refuse him now, after everything.

“Yeah.” Will said. Please.

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Hannibal stood in front of Will and poured oil onto Will’s chest. It soaked into Will’s shirt completely, causing the light blue cotton to turn transparent. He began to pant. Unable to move his feet, to spread his legs wider, he could only shift in his seat.

“I feel like a pig about to be roasted whole.”

“An apt analogy, though I don’t plan on eating you as thoroughly as that.” Hannibal said. He rolled his sleeves up. His suit jacket folded neatly over a chair on the opposite side of the table. He had a professional air about him, clinical almost, if not for the slight tremble of his hands.

He pulled a chair up behind Will and sat, embracing Will from behind.

“It’s all right.” Hannibal said into Will’s ear. He kissed Will’s neck and his hands–big and blunt and precise–gripped his thighs and in one long, smooth, horribly wonderful motion, dragged up Will, over his hips, fingers glancing just shy of his thin tented boxers, over his belly that heaved with every breath, and stopping on his chest to squeeze.

The oil smoothed every motion of Hannibal’s hands. His pinches were like liquid, flowing from one harsh pinch of his nipple to soothing them easily with the cup of his palm. He kneaded Will’s chest, lighting every nerve inside of Will, knowing exactly how to work him up and up until Will was clutching at the back of Hannibal’s hands, saying without words harder harder harder.

Will tensed, his body clenching and convulsing as he came, his feet kicking out and knocking the bucket over, water splashing all over the floor.

Will held Hannibal to him, listened to how heavy Hannibal was breathing and without needing to look over his shoulder knew Hannibal was flushed and spent.

“I think I’m going to fall asleep right here.” Will said. It was true. He could fall asleep like this and worry about cleaning before he had to leave. A ten minute nap sounded amazing.

“Let me clean you up.” Hannibal moved his hands and Will’s entire body twitched. He gasped, nearly squeaked. Hannibal paused and then squeezed him again this time, rolling his nipples between his fingers, his shirt adding coarse, wet friction. 

“Maybe in a minute.” Will said shakily. “Can we do that again?”