it's all about loving your parents

  • 1: Do you have a crush at the moment?
  • 2: Have you ever been deeply in love?
  • 3: Longest relationship you've ever been in?
  • 4: Have you ever changed for someone?
  • 5: How is your relationship with your ex?
  • 6: Have you ever been cheated on?
  • 7: Have you ever cheated?
  • 8: Would you date someone who's well known for cheating?
  • 9: What's the most important part of a relationship?
  • 10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?
  • 11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"?
  • 12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?
  • 13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?
  • 14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?
  • 15: Do you believe in the phrase "age is just a number"?
  • 16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"?
  • 17: Do you believe it's possible to fall in love on the internet?
  • 18: What do you consider a deal breaker?
  • 19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship?
  • 20: Are you currently in a relationship?
  • 21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?
  • 22: Do you think people should date their friends?
  • 23: How many relationships have you had?
  • 24: Do you think love can last forever?
  • 25: Do you believe love can conquer all things?
  • 26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?
  • 27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?
  • 28: Do you think long distance relationships can work?
  • 29: What do you notice first about another person?
  • 30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?
  • 31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness?
  • 32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?
  • 33: Do you want to get married one day?
  • 34: What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed?
  • 35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?
  • 36: Are you still a virgin?
  • 37: What's more important: Looks or personality?
  • 38: Do you enjoy love films?
  • 39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses?
  • 40: Have you ever had a valentine?
  • 41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"?
  • 42: Have you ever read "Romeo & Juliet"?
  • 43: What's more important: Your partner or your friends?
  • 44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"?
  • 45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends?
  • 46: Have you ever been "friendzoned"?
  • 47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite?
  • 48: What's your favorite love song?
  • 49: Have you ever broken someone's heart?
  • 50: If you're single, why do you think you are?
  • 51: Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice guy?
  • 52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships?
  • 53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single?
  • 54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on facebook)?
  • 55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"?
  • 56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship?
  • 57: Do you think it's silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart?
  • 58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship?
  • 59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner's birthday or your anniversary?
  • 60: What's your opinion on open relationships?
  • 61: Who's more important: Your partner or your family?
  • 62: How do you define "cheating"?
  • 63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?
  • 64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?
  • 65: Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"?
smh gc today
  • Lardo: *link to birthday sex by jeremih*
  • Chowder: BIRTHDAY IT'S YA BIRTHDAY WE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S YA BIRTHDAY (after class bc we're still students)
  • Dex: Happy birthday Rans!!!! 🎉 HMU when you want me to come fix that desk chair!
  • Ransom: i love all u weirdos 💕

the white christian church is built entirely on manipulation and guilt tripping like thats it thats the whole religion

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Thirteen

Summary: You travel to Rome and meet up with the Padaleckis. Thomas has some questions about your relationship, and you fight homesickness by FaceTiming with Danneel and JJ
Words: 4k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Tom, Shep, Jensen, Danneel, JJ
Warnings: brief angst
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Misha drove back down to London on Monday, the day before your flight out to Rome.

Seeing as you hadn’t visited the UK before, he insisted that you fit as many tourist-y things into the one day you had.

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Video Game Challenge: [1/5] Pairings

➸ Nathan Drake & Elena Fisher, Uncharted

“I’m really sorry about your ring.”
“It’s all right. I swapped it for something better.

Façade (Taehyung X Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Word count: 6.0 K

Warning: cussing, slight jimin x reader, daddy kink, dirty talk , smut

summary: Y/N struggles due to her sister as she is faced with a new love interest. Due to the age gap Y/N must cover up and pretend as if she is the one dating Taehyung to please there parents. Along the line Taehyung and Y/N grow closer together, closer in more than one way. 

speaking from personal experience having a sister had its rough patches that most likely couldnt be fixed. Okay i may be exaggerating but life only gained more diffcult if she cared about her apparence more then your whole exestince. I had been born first making me gain all the responsibilities and her gaining all the mistakes. She had been in her last year of high school as I was in my first year of college. It had also been spring break meaning I had to visit my parents and come to terms with my lovely sister.

I had managed to befriend someone apart of my college by the name of Kim Taehyung. He was attractive to say the least, anyone could point that out even my sister. She had no problem with pointing it out unlike I did. She had already knew I had striking feelings for Taehyung yet she ignored my feelings and contorted her own. Taehyung seemed to like the attention from her, bringing them together. Leaving me out.

I wasn’t the only one who didn’t like this, as did my parents but they only saw Taehyung as her friend and I as his girlfriend. It gets confusing at times definitely but none of the less it makes sense, no matter how against it I was. My parents would lose their shit if they found out there youngest daughter was dating a college kid, but would freak out much less if their eldest daughter was dating a college kid. To put it in simpler terms I was fake dating Taehyung while my sister was in reality.

“Ding dong”
I groaned at the noise and that simple fact of Taehyung. I hadn’t always been irritated by his presence not till he started dating my sister. Our friendship had been put down the drain, his focus forever on my sister when she was around at least.

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Re: faking dates and planning marriages

Originally posted by jeonsshi

+ “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”
+ “I’m personally offended that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.”

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Words: 598
Requested by: @suga-daddy-69​ 

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event (requests closed!)

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Bf! Jongdae

  • Jongdae is such a blessing in your life
  • Although he can be such a pain in the ass sometimes but you still love him cuz come on its Jongdae
  • You both met at a mutual friend’s party
  • He kept on looking at you and you honestly felt a little uncomfortable but then again he had also caught your eye as soon as he walked into the room
  • He was the life of the party, laughing, drinking and throwing a wink or two at the girls who were fawning over him
  • Of course, you being you rolled your eyes whenever a girl would talk about him and it became evident to Jongdae that you weren’t interested, which just made him want you even more
  • So he walked towards your direction and you pretended to ignore him but he sat next to you and smiled in his usual adorable way
  • “You look really pretty tonight” he said and you laughed at him, knowing exactly what he was up to. He was going to smooth talk you and then try to get it with you only to leave you in the morning
  • He had that unpredictable aura about him
  • But after a few hours until you both were laughing at one of his jokes, you both stopped and looked at each other
  • “Can I have your number?” He asked. You didn’t even hesitate to add your number in his phone. A moment ago you wanted to avoid this boy but now you were willing to meet him again
  • The next day the very first thing Chen did was to ask you out on a date. It surprised you how he even remembered you considering the fact that he didn’t look trustworthy at all
  • Your first date with Chen was basically hanging around in shops and eating ice cream. He looked so ethereal and beautiful in the broad daylight. He had a goofy grin the whole time around you
  • You loved how he was so casual about everything and not making this date a big deal. But Chen on the inside was screaming and dying but he kept it cool on the outside
  • He wanted to act as gentlemanly towards you as possible but little did he realise that you were falling for him with every second passing by
  • Even now, months later, your love for Jongdae keeps growing
  • He’s always checking up on you, calling you and facetiming you
  • Especially when he’s gone on a tour he makes sure to at least text you
  • One time he facetimed you and he was shirtless and you threw away your phone asking him to put some clothes on
  • He’s always insisting for you to move in with him but you’re always scared that you both might be moving too fast
  • And Jongdae can be immature at times
  • He loves pulling pranks on you
  • And he loves it even more when you retaliate
  • He loves making fun of you and whenever he catches you doing something funny, he makes sure to remind you of it every single day
  • Like that one time you were dancing around the kitchen while baking and he made a video of it and kept on sending it to you and teasing you
  • Its all too much sometimes but you know that Jongdae is like that
  • He likes to have fun and have a nice time with you and no one can stop him
  • You both being together consists of him laughing his ass off at you and then hugging you tightly when you get mad
  • But Jongdae is a really sensitive person too
  • He’s really scared of losing you
  • Like one time he called you in the middle of the night
  • “Y/N Do you like like me?”
  • “What?”
  • “Like are you with me like friends or like are we an actual thing?”
  • “Jongdae we’ve been going out for a year now”
  • “But stilllll”
  • He told you he loves you really early in the relationship and it freaked you out a little bit but he was so small and nervous and you wanted to protect him
  • Jongdae is really protective of you
  • Like he doesn’t mind you having guy friends but he’s still a bit conscience about it
  • And he gets jealous really easily
  • Like you’d just be having a friendly banter with a guy and he’d be like????? hey buddy she mine
  • But he’ll get really quiet if you give more attention to someone else especially if he’s there
  • And then you’ll ask him whats wrong and he’ll get all pissed off about it
  • And then he makes you hug him because he’s such a baby sometimes smh
  • Whenever he’s having a bad day he gets really quiet and only wants you to hug him without asking him any questions
  • But when you’re having a bad day he does all sorts of funny things to soar your mood
  • Jongdae does really weird things to catch your attention
  • Like you’d be doing your work, really busy and stressed and he’s kneel in front of you and wiggle his butt
  • And you’d be like Jongdae fuck off and he’d just pout and tell you that you love him
  • He doesn’t like seeing you stressed and does various things to ease you, like watching a movie or ordering food and just chilling with you
  • The good thing about him is how well he deals with your mood swings and doesnt get annoyed when you yell at him, especially when you’re on your period
  • You want to chill with him sometimes, doing nothing but your boyfriend is always hyper and always wants to do something 
  • But he doesn’t mind having a day in and just rewatching all your favourite shows
  • Jongdae and you have so many inside jokes and you both would be at a get together and he’d just whisper something funny in your ear
  • He genuinely wants to impress you with every chance he gets and always looks for a reaction out of you whenever he makes a joke
  • Sex with Jongdae is like a dream come true (pun intended)
  • Like he’s so gentle with you but rough at the same time
  • He tries to make you feel comfortable and he’s so passionate about it
  • Like you can feel that he wants you and genuinely cares about you and its fiery as hell and amazing like heaven and he loves the fact that only he can make you feel this way
  • He likes touching you when there’s peeople around cuz he likes being a little shit
  • And you look angrily at him and he only pouts and winks at you
  • He loves being in control but goes crazy when he sees you all confident and bold and ready to take him on
  • When he first met your parents he was so nervous and you could see sweat slipping from his forehead
  • His legs were shaking the whole time while talking to your dad and your mom was fawning over how handsome he was
  • Jongdae and you rarely fight but when you do, Jongdae tries to sort it out and compromise. But its mostly just gentle teasing and innocent reprimands
  • Jongdae fell in love with you the day he saw you at the party
  • And you’re glad he asked for your number because you can’t imagine your life without him

Originally posted by j-miki

Title : Foreign

Pairing : Jinyoung x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Romance

Author : Myself

Summary : You’re supposed to meet your boyfriend’s parents, but you’re a foreigner and you start freaking out, so your boyfriend comforts you.

Red dress? Too fancy. Long skirt? Too Tacky. Jeans? Too casual.

You shook your hands in the air, throwing yet another piece of clothing and hating yourself for not being able to buy one single decent outfit for this important day. There was nothing worth being shown, and even less parade into in front of your boyfriend’s parents. You selected a pair of black pants and took a pale blue embroidered tunic, hoping it would have a girly effect on the people who were pictured as severe and merciless. You checked on your reflection in the mirror and sighed.

You looked like nothing they would love. Nothing at all.

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Requested: Jared talks a big game about sex but when his girlfriend initiates it his insecurities become apparent 

Warnings: Like one swear, bit steamy I guess, bad writing as its my first requested fic!


Jared is obnoxious, and loud, and cocky, but, as your boyfriend, he’s surprisingly soft and caring. And you love him, like a whole lot, more than you’ve loved anyone before. 

He’d been talking a big game about sex for nearly as long as you’d been dating, making jokes and boasting about his sex life to your friends. Yet, despite his bragging, you’d never actually gone all the way, taking it surprisingly slow.

But, now, back in his room, his parents out for the evening, there was an urgency and a heat that had always been suppressed which was now finally bursting through. You’re sat in his lap, your legs round his waist, your bodies pressed together. His mouth is on yours, hot and passionate. His hair is soft against your fingers as you run your hands through it, tugging to elicit his gentle moans. His hands are spread over your bare waist occasionally moving up to play with the lace of your bra, your breasts, your hair. 

You remove his open shirt and pull him closer, his t-shirt only separating your skin from his. You slip your hands under his t-shirt and feel his soft skin warm against your hands. His breath hitches but you don’t think anything of it until his kiss becomes stilted. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, concerned. 

“Nothing, keep going. Please.” he says his voice low and husky. You pull back and give him a look, a look which tells him you know that he’s lying. 

“Alright, Jesus, stop looking at me like that” He jokes, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Well, surprising, I’m not built like a football player, or you know, twig-legs Murphy. I might not look how you want”. He chuckles and motions to his stomach, using his humour as a defence. 

“What?” you breathe softly, moving off his lap slowly. 

“Nothing, forget it, it was stupid” Jared says quickly, leaning in again. 

“Jared, JARED” you say as he starts to kiss your neck. You push him off you. You never assumed that under his cocky demeanour he could be self-conscious about his body, or even nervous about sex considering how mentioned it in nearly every conversation. 

“What? Do you not want me now? Or -” He says his voice rising slightly, his anger trying to mask his insecurities.

“Stop. Stop it right now” You say taking his face in your hands to make him look at you. “Not to contribute to your arrogance even further,” you say with a laugh, “but, come on, your stunning”. You weren’t even exaggerating. His hair was messed, his lips swollen, and his face red, and you’d never been more attracted to him. 

“You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone else. I don’t want a football player, or Connor Murphy” you chuckle at the thought, “I want you, I love you”. 

“Ew, nerd” Jared laughed, not looking at you. 

“Jared, if you don’t want to -”

“I do.” He cuts you off, “I really fucking do. I want this. I want you”. He’s no longer joking. His eyes have that rare lust ridden quality to them as he stares at you and takes your hands in his. 

“God you’re so obsessed with me” You tease. You kiss him softly, but Jared pulls you to him and deepens the kiss with an urgency. Pushing you down on his bed,he hovers above you. 

“Let me show you just how obsessed with you I really am”. 

anonymous asked:

hey, so you're the only person I could think of to turn to. I'm beginning to think I'm nonbinary or maybe a demiboy? I'm not sure, and it's scary and my anxiety goes through the roof when I think about it. I want to express myself as more masculine, but my parents don't approve of me dressing or speaking like that. I don't know what to do, and I can't stop thinking about all of this.

I love you. I think you’re wonderful. Here’s something it might be delightful to know. Being yourself isn’t something you *think* about, it’s something you feel. And really, it’s something you feel your way into for the rest of your life.

Of course it’s ok to be scared. And, it’s ok not to spend another moment thinking about this. We assume that thinking about things will get us somewhere, but it doesn’t. Feeling always does.

“What will they say when they find out???” is thinking. Knowing in your heart who you are and what you love in life is feeling. I wish you all the feelings in the world. 💛💛

If Yuuri was a stripper back in Detroit Pt 15
  • *Yuuri and Phichit talking about Greg again*
  • Yurio: Are you really ok with this?
  • Viktor: Of course.
  • Yurio: Truly?
  • Viktor: Awww Yurio are you worried about daddy?
  • Yurio: No. And you're not my dad.
  • Viktor: So rebellious.
  • Yurio: I just don't want you crying to me afterwards. It's annoying.
  • Viktor: Aww don't worry about daddy so much *nuzzles Yurio's head which he swats away* I know EVERYTHING so there's nothing to worry about.
  • Yurio: You two are the strangest couple. I warned you so don't you come to me when it all goes wrong.
  • Viktor: Yuuri! Our son is worried about our relationship!
  • Yurio: *internal screaming*
Your Home (Valentines)

Requests: “Enzo Fluff: Why is there no Enzo fluff ( sobs in corner😭) he sees either a photo album or photograph of his gf/readers family, gets all sad ends with I’m your family now Lorenzo, please and thank you~S” (Credits to gif owners!) Fluffs like these are short, so sorry if its too short for you! 

Everything was perfect, dinner, Enzo, the lights, the restaurant. The way you were both dressed. How he promised he would make love to you just for Valentine’s day. You were content and happy and didn’t want to spend this night with anybody else. Enzo watched you finish the last few bites of your meal and wipe your mouth. “Is there something in my teeth?” Your face was red, but Enzo started to laugh.

“Not at all, Love. Sometimes I can’t take my eyes off of you. It’s the silliest little things that remind me why I love you.” You placed a hand over your heart. Tonight he was extra sweet. Not that he isn’t sweet before, but Valentines Day with Enzo is always quiet and romantic. He was rummaging through his wallet for his credit card and handing the bill and the card to the waitress as she skimmed by.

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anonymous asked:

parents should teach their kids not to just blurt shit out wtf. the number of times I've heard a kid say "mommy that boy has pink hair"... like, I get they're shocked and maybe they don't mean for it to sound bad, but still, it's not appropriate. it's like the mole from Austin Powers. dude had a mole on his face but you shouldn't make a big deal of it. just like. accept that it's part of him and move on.

I think you are seriously over estimating the amount of control a parent has over what comes out of their child’s mouth.  You literally never know until the words are said. Trust me, all parents wish they could control this.  My sister is the worst! She loves talking to people and God only knows what she is about to say. She would be the one to comment on your pink hair and only because she is super jealous and wants pink hair herself. -Mandie

#1- Getting Kidnapped

Description: ♤Getting kidnapped by Damon and Dating Marcel♤

Word Counting: 2302

Originally posted by fireburnsinside

Originally posted by fandoms-broke-my-life

Originally posted by damonandelena

“I’m going out!” You shouted at your older siblings. You turned towards the door, going to open it but Klaus already beat you to it.

“And where do you think you’re going dear sister?” Klaus smiled softly. You gave him a small smile back.

“Don’t worry Nik. I’m only going to take a walk. I have a lot in mind. If you want you can come too,” you raised an eyebrow, smirking a him.

“I would like to sister but now that everybody wants to kill me, I’m in danger and you as well,” Klaus said sternly.

“But Nik they don’t even know you have another sister. Remember I’m the only one that has always been hidden from everyone. Nobody knows there’s another Mikaelson,” you rambled.

“I do not want you in danger for God’s sake, y/n!” Klaus shouted.

“I’m gonna be in danger soon. I have always been in danger,” you shouted.

“What is all this ruckus about?” You guys heard Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah’s footsteps coming towards you both.

“She wants to go out alone,” Klaus said, “I don’t want anyone to harm her.”

“You are not going outside, y/n,” Rebekah said, her voice raising up a little.

“You know how everyone out there is trying to kill Niklaus y/n. They will use you as bait,” Kol said, hands on hips.

“Brothers, sister. I know you worry about her but she knows how to take care of herself. Come on. She has lived for centuries. It’s best we let her go out. We have kept her hidden in this house far too long,” Elijah spoke, his hands going behind his back.

A couple of minutes of silence, Klaus finally spoke.

“Fine. But you’re taking one of my hybrids as your bodyguard. He’ll call me if anything is or looks like it’s danger. Okay little sister?” Klaus asked.

“I promise. I’ll even call you myself if anything looks like danger,” you smiled

“Promise?” All four of them chorused together.

“Always and forever,” you said, the promise in between you and your siblings.

“Okay then. I’ll call him,” Klaus glanced at you before whistling to his hybrid. A tall, buffy man came a stern face and arms behind his back. He looked straight at us, before turning to Klaus.

“I want you to take care of her. Don’t let her out of your side. If danger lurks call me fast. If I find a scratch on her body by someone else and you didn’t call me or Elijah or Rebekah. Say goodbye to your life,” Klaus smirked, waving him.

Kol turned to him as well.

“If I find a single scratch on her by even a paper under your watch, you won’t live your years. I will not hesitate to rip you apart. Organ by organ. Slowly and painfully,” Kol whispered dangerously.

“Promise you’ll call if anything baby sister?” Rebekah asked playing with your hair, ignoring your older brothers threats.

“I promise,” you smiled.

“Be careful y/n. Danger lurks every corner. Now go,” Elijah said, smiling his dashing smile, “Have fun.”

You chuckled, waving them goodbye, sighing in relief as you got outside. You knew this was gonna happen. Especially with Klaus for you and him were the closest siblings.

You looked at the hybrid by your side, who was looking everywhere closely.

“What’s your name?” You asked, placing your hands behind your back, walking quite rapidly. The hybrid didn’t answer just looked around cautiously.

“Okay then,” you whispered to yourself.

Silence overtook you guys, the awkwardness making you cringe and roll your eyes.

“Make we go to the Grill?” You asked the hybrid. He looked hesitant for a while before nodding his head.

You smiled. You went towards the Grill where a lot of people were already there.

“Ah. Just a relaxing day,” you said, sitting next to a raven haired man.

The raven haired man looked at you, a smirk on his face. You gave him a small smile.

“Damon Salvatore,” he introduced himself.

A Salvatore, huh. Never expected them to be here you thought.

“Y/n Mikaelson,” you introduced back, but that was a bad mistake to do. His smirk grew more.

You looked at the hybrid, mouthing him: ‘Call Niklaus.’ The hybrid nodded. He took out his phone, calling Klaus. And as soon as Klaus answered, Damon broke the phone away from the hybrids ear, making the phone fall on the ground.

“You’re an original?” Damon asked.

“Yes,” you said, standing straight.

“You’re Klaus’ sister?” He asked again.

“Now what is this? 20 questions?” You asked, smirking while downing your drink.

“Just interested,” Damon smirked as he took out the hybrids heart.

“Why would you do that? Especially in front of all these people,” you shouted at him.

“Don’t worry. I can compel everyone,” Damon said as he compelled everyone at the grill. You sighed. Hopefully Klaus already knew you were in danger.

“Let’s go outside shall we?” He asked.

“No thanks,” you replied, sass on your voice.

Damon only put on his dangerous smirk.

“Wrong answer,” he said, grabbing a stake out of his leather jacket. He got closer to you, chest to chest and plunged it in you. The place where the stake was, burned as you noticed it was laced with vervain.

“Bastard,” you growled out, trying to get the stake out of your abdomen. But only it got plunged back into its place. You grunted in pain.

“You’re gonna be dead,” you spat.

“And how is that?” Damon asked.

“All my family will come kill you. My mother, my father, and my siblings. Everybody.”

“Your mother and father?” Damon asked.

“They love me. Even asleep. Even dead. They care. I was everybody’s light. They are overprotective. So please help me Damon. Let me go. Or you’ll be dead,” you said, veins appearing in your eyes. And what you said was true. Even though you despised your parents, for some unknown reason they always got mad every time someone hurt you.

“I’ll think about,” as he said that darkness consumed you.

Klaus’ phone rang. He saw his hybrids name on his phone and Klaus felt a bad feeling come to his stomach.

“Hello?” Klaus answered. But nobody answered, only a thump of something hit the ground. He heard your grunts of pain on the other line.

“You’re gonna be dead,” he heard you. Klaus sped to the living room where all the siblings were sitting at. The siblings looked at him, Klaus put his index finger by his lips, motioning them to not make a sound. Klaus put the phone on speaker.

“And how is that?” They all heard someone say.

“All my family will come kill you. My mother, my father, and my siblings. Everybody.”

“"Your mother and father?” That voice. It sounded familiar to all your family. But they just couldn’t place the name on it.

“They love me. Even asleep. Even dead. They care. I was everybody’s light. They are overprotective. So please help me Damon. Let me go. Or you’ll be dead,” they heard you say. But the name stood out to them. They all growled in anger as Klaus heard the phone being shattered. None of them knowing where you were of course. And they couldn’t handle knowing you’re hurting.

“Let’s call Marcel. He’ll be the one who will take it the worst out of all of us. He’ll do the pleasure into killing Damon,” Rebekah said. And no, she wasn’t jealous of you and Marcel. After all she was the one who brought you guys together. She was happy for you.

Rebekah called Marcel, knowing he will be fuming in anger.

Rebekah heard Marcel’s voice throughout the other line.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Marcel we need you right now,” Rebekah spoke rapidly

“What happened? Is y/n ok?” He asked worryingly.

“That’s why we need you. Someone kidnapped y/n ,” Rebekah smirked as she heard Marcel growl in anger.

“On my way,” Marcel hung up.

Rebekah looked at her siblings, a devious smirk on her.

“Well?” Kol asked.

“He’s fuming. We’ll get y/n back,” Rebekah said, biting her lip.

“We’ll get her back.”

You grunted in pain as your hands were held by a rope tainted with vervain.

“Aw poor you. I wonder what your siblings are doing right now?” Damon asked.

“Planning your death,” you sassed.

“Oh darling that’s why I have you,” Damon slapped you.

“They’ll kill you. Slowly and painfully. You’ll wish you’ll even met me. Let me go. Right now,” you growled.

“No thanks,” he then sped to you snapping your neck and leaving you unconscious.

“I’m here,” Marcel said, speeding in the living room with all his other vampires, filling half of the living room.

“Ah I see you brought your minions,” Klaus said.

“It’s my girl they took. Do you think I will only let you guys hurt him? Hell no. I’m going with my vampires,” Marcel said.

“I already tracked her,” Kol said.

“Where is she?”

“She’s by a warehouse,” Kol groaned.

“Why is it it’s always a warehouse. Can’t they just do it somewhere else,” Rebekah ranted as she walked out.

Marcel looked at the other siblings and sighed. He walked out as well, his vampires following behind him and the Mikaelson brothers as well.

“They’re gonna kill you,” you said, groaning in pain as a stake was by your heart, another stake was in your arm, another stake was in your leg, another in your back, and another in your abdomen. Your family was gonna be mad.

“I will like to see them try,” Damon smirked.

“They can. We have lived for centuries. We were the first vampires created. After all, I can tell Nik to kill, oh what’s that doppelganger’s name. Ah, Elena. Nik will kill her if you don’t get me out of here,” you smirked.

“He won’t touch her,” Damon growled in anger.

“Ugh you’re overprotective. Let Elena live a little Damon,” you said.

“Yeah like I’m gonna do that. After all your brother tried to kill her multiple times,” Damon said, sitting down.

'Reminds me of Marcel,’ You thought.

“Now do you love anybody?” Damon asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Now that is classified information,” you smirked, winking at him sarcastically.

“Where’s your brother, Damon? His name is Stefan right?” You asked.

“Leave him out of this!” Damon shouted before putting another stake on your arm.

“Jesus Christ how many stakes do you have?” You asked as you groaned.

“I have multiple and I have the white oak stake,” Damon said.

“Of course you would,” you groaned.

“Now maybe is the time that I can kill you with it,” Damon smiled sarcastically as he pulled out the white oak stake and dived it towards you.

It was almost close to your heart when you heard a bang by the door making Damon alert. He grabbed you, him behind and you in front as a shield.

In came your siblings, Marcel, and more vampires.

“Wow. Such a dramatic entrance,” Damon rolled his eyes.

“Leave her alone,” Marcel shouted.

“Oh are you the guy she loves? Huh. I thought originals didn’t love anybody because they were the cruelest and heartless monsters,” Damon retorted.

“Says the guys who didn’t care about anyone else’s feelings and killed their girlfriends brother. And made someone a vampire. And then killed their brothers best friend,” you said.

“Remember I won’t hesitate to kill you,” Damon glared at you.

“Or what?” You rolled your eyes.

“Or-,” Damon was cut off by a his neck snapping. Everybody looked behind him seeing none other than Stefan Salvatore.

“Sorry about him. He turned off his emotions and him doing this wasn’t right,” Stefan apologized, staring at Rebekah.

“He turned the switch off? I didn’t notice,” you said, Marcel and your siblings taking the stakes off of you.

“I’m seriously sorry,” Stefan apologized.

“Its fine. Not your fault,” you said, running to Marcel and hugging him. He kissed your forehead hugging you tightly to his chest.

You saw Rebekah looking at Stefan as he picked up the white oak stake.

“Here,” he said, passing the stake to her.

“Thanks,” Rebekah mumbled as their hands touched.

You looked at Marcel, smiling as you both saw how your sister was looking at Stefan.

You got out of Marcel’s grip, going to hug your older siblings.

“Well you look horrible little sister,” Kol said.

“Oh shut up Kol,” you chuckled.

“I’m glad you’re safe little sister,” Klaus smiled as he hugged you.

“I’m glad you’re not killing people right now Nik,” you joked as you hugged him as tight.

“Three days without you darling. It got very lonely,” Elijah smiled at you.

“Three days has it been?” You asked.

“Yes it has. I’m glad you’re fine,” Elijah said, his pearly whites showing as he grinned at you. You turned to look at all the familiar faces of the other vampires you hugged them all into a group hug.

“Where’s Rebekah?” Kol asked.

“She was here moments ago,” Klaus said.

“Guess she’s out having fun with the Salvatore,” you laughed, standing next to Marcel as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“We just got you back and she goes out having fun with that boy? How dare she do that?” Kol asked.

“Its fine Kol. After all Becks needs to find love. Right Elijah?” You asked your noble brother.

“Right baby sister. Now Niklaus don’t kill Stefan,” Elijah said, glaring at Klaus.

“I would never brother,” Klaus smirked, shrugging in the process. You all rolled your eyes. Nothing but happy at this moment. Leaving the warehouse as you all walked home. Not before asking Marcel’s minions to chain Damon to a secret cell that was hidden in the warehouse.

Rebekah came next day with a smile on her face, her heels in one hand, and her hair ruffled in all places. You smiled at her and she did to you.

anonymous asked:

I feel like when you talk about "tiny humans" as nuisances, you ignore that a lot of cats LOVE babies. Like, I rescued my cat off the streets, and she can be jumpy as hell, and she still loves to play with my toddler siblings. Cats naturally communally parent, so it's disingenuous to act like they all hate small children. I love love love your blog (it's usually purr-fect), but that's just been kinda rubbing me the wrong way.


I want crazy (Zach Dempsey x reader)

I did a little something, is pretty short but I love this song so, that happened, I hope you like it. Once again, english is not my mother lenguage so im sorry if theres some mistakes, please let me know.

Word Count: 893


Hannah Baker’s death was difficult, for everyone. At school, because teachers thought that they actually had the ability to understand you, with all problems and all the drama; it seems like parents thought the same so they usually forced you to talk of things that you dont want to talk or simply they dont actually understand, so yeah, Hannah Baker’s death has been problematic, specially for some people at school, like your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey.

When the tapes that Hannah Baker left became public everything went to hell. You knew about those tapes, you had countless conversations with Zach about them, about how bad he felt and how stupid and selfish he was – its ok babe, you have become a better person because of that and I love you for that- you usually told him, but in some way it wasn’t enough and everything was a mess. Bryce Walker left the country and was finishing his education in Europe, some left the school or were transferred. The ones who stayed at Liberty High had suffered the shame looks everywhere they went. That’s why she did it, that’s why Zach’s mum took him away so he could do his senior year anywhere else, away from all this mess, away from you.

So, it has been a pretty rough year for you without him, of course you had your friends, you had Clay too, who has been like a brother, but you needed your love, you needed Zach, because you had all this plans together, to run away, to study together, but now he was in Virginia with his aunt, studying there, playing basketball there, making a life without you even when you two tried to talk as much as you can.

Being away from him has been difficult, they were good days, really good days when you were totally happy ‘cause, beside the distance you talk a lot and you knew you had a guy that completely loves you, but some other days weren’t that good, you felt like if he doesen’t want the same things, what if he knew someone? If he doesen’t love you anymore?

-hey Y/L/N are you with us??- your teacher asked you – yeah yeah, sorry- you said and hurried beside your classmates. You were rehearsing quickly you positions for the graduation ceremony that was about to start.

Boring like all events, the ceremony went slowly as possible but at least it was the end, only this and you can say goodbye to high school, your parents were there so happy and proud, and your little sister was taking photos with her new instant camera like crazy.

After the ceremony everyone stayed at the school entrance, all talking,  taking pictures even some girls were crying and hugging each other. You were talking with clay, about his plans for the summer and everything when you two notice people talking in hushed tones and looking behind you. With your questioning look, Clay noded towards the street, so you turned, and you saw him. Zach Dempsey was across the street, leaning on his audi with the roof off. Why was he there? Why he didn’t tell you??, you looked at Clay who smiles at you an then to you mother who stood right beside you, she gave you a hug and a kiss – go, everything is ready- she told you. Your little sister gave you her instant camera – take this- she told you, you smiled and looked for Zachs eyes who was smiling there, waiting for you. You gave one step and Clay told you – Come on Y/N! GO! – giving you a reassurance push , and then you went running to him. Zach was waiting for you with open arms picking you up and spun you around, you put your arms around his neck and kissed him while he slowly stops spinning.

-hey babe- he told you looking for your eyes- Hey.. why.. didn’t.. you.. tell.. me.. you..were.. coming- you said giving him quick kisses. He put his hands on your cheeks so you were looking at himg right in the eyes- because i needed so see you, i need your kisses, yor warm, your love. I don’t want to feel good away from you, i wanted to take risks. I want this feeling of not knowing how to breathe when i see you, i want to be with you, everyday- he told you just before he kisses you with all his love and passion – Lets go – he told you pulling the door open for you – what?!- lest’s go Y/N, lest get crazy! – he told you taking away your gown and throwing it on the back sit of his car, leaving you with your dress and heels, and then you saw there were two backpacks- we’re runing away?- you asked him – yeah, everything is ready. You turned your head to see your parents who were smiling and saying goodbye so you entered the car and went away with the love of your life.

Once you two were on the road by the sea, you looked at him and took his right hand – where are we going?? You asked him, looking at the sea.

-I don’t care as long as I’m with you- he said smiling you and you gave him a quick kiss. With this man you could go to the end of the world.

anonymous asked:


*cracks knuckles* buckle up buttercup

-Dirk is the most touch-starved person ever. During his time at Blackwing he was never touched for anything except experimentation/transportation purposes, and the lack of physical contact fucked with his head to the extent that he actually started to look forward to the 0.2 secs of physical contact he’d get as the doctor was fastening electrodes to his head (even though he knows the only thing that follows is pain). Of course he would then immediately go to feeling guilty and wrong and start questioning his own sanity. He now has a distinctly weird relationship with physical contact. He does it all the time, touches his friends and sometimes even non-friends because he can do that now, but sometimes he can’t immediately tell if a touch is non-friendly in nature- or if he can tell, the part of him that chased any human contact regardless of intention during his developing years doesn’t care. It’s a serious dent in his sense of self-preservation and he hasn’t entirely worked it out yet.

-on being re-captured by Blackwing, he had his jacket and Mexican Funeral shirt taken away, and his head shaved. It takes months for the military buzzcut to grow back to his old length after his rescue- and every time he looks in the mirror during those months he’s reminded of everything else Blackwing has taken from him.

-despite his confidence that the universe will take him where he needs to go, he can never quite shake the feeling that he’s doing everything wrong. He always used to tell the Blackwing scientists ‘it doesn’t work like that!’ when his ‘power’ didn’t get them the results they wanted, and he does believe that. But years of being told that you’re doing it wrong, that you’re not reaching your full potential, that this is a thing you could do if only you put the work in and made it happen, that THIS IS WHAT YOUR POWER SHOULD BE take their toll. When he follows the thread of fate to its destination and people get hurt along the way, he can never quite shake the voice in his head that says if he’d done his job right this could have all been avoided.

-he loves his little adopted family with all his heart. Todd, Amanda, Farah. Even the Rowdies grow on him eventually, once Amanda tells them Dirk’s emotions are off-limits. He’s often reminded, though, listening to them talking about their parents and their siblings, that he’s got very little in common with them. He doesn’t have family stories to share. He doesn’t know where his mother is, or even if she’s still alive. He never had siblings, and most of his very short childhood is lost to him, over-written in his mind by his, uh, unconventional Blackwing upbringing. Strangely enough, the Rowdies are the only ones that really get it. They don’t talk about their lives pre-Blackwing, it opens old scars they’d rather keep shut. But Martin and Cross had families once, Gripps may even have been a father. Vogel was too young, younger even than Dirk- the Rowdies are the only family he’s ever known. Sometimes Dirk will watch Todd and Amanda, bickering like siblings do, and one of the Rowdies will meet his sad gaze and nod. They see him. They understand. It doesn’t help, but it’s nice to know.

rigor mortis

don’t tell me it was for nothing - you know all too well i only deify what’s not good for me. i gut your sorrows one by one, surgical atonement at the butcher shop, knit together the damaged bones. i mould them into relics. it’s blurry, freckled with rain out. you ignore occurrences of tunnel vision. i am foregone. i sit doll-like in rooms after the delirium of black light parties. i study the outline of the murder by which i mean, the baseline of the universe. by which i mean, the fissure of your body. i watch the milk spoil (like our love). mornings we burned our tongues on overcooked words, the cigarette you left in the kitchen, a funeral for your teenage habits, a prodrome of all your kid-your-parents-warned-you-about achievements. the way the blood vessels clog the necrotized heart, your throat chalk-full with absinthe, a childhood revision of daddy’s latest sin. remember the town house? the newspaper boy bringing the latest world-ending headline to our doorstep, the suicide lake with its dead swans? somehow it always ends in dull mutations of tv static, saying grace around a table of estranged ghosts.

(Request: I was wondering if you could write an imagine with daryl based on the song Videogames from Lana del rey? thank you ♥)

Note: I had so much fun writing this, i hope you enjoy! 

Warnings: smut

Originally posted by wouldnormanreedus

Swinging in the backyard
Pull up in your fast car
Whistling my name

Open up a beer
And you say, “Get over here
And play a video game”

You lay on your sun bed as you waited for Daryl to come around. You let the sun kiss your skin and turn it a golden colour. A smile spread across your face as you heard the revving of Daryl’s motorcycle driving up your street.  You knew there would probably be complaints from your neighbors, you lived in a prestige area and you and Daryl were always causing trouble, but you didn’t care, as long as you were with him.

“Yo, (Y/n)”

His voice echoed through your huge house and the gruff sound of it sent heat straight in between your legs. You placed your sunglasses on your head as you walked through the house in nothing but a bikini, you knew he would love it. You opened up the front door to greet Daryl, he was dressed in his usual leather vest coat and his baggy jeans, you almost melted at the sight of him and he pulled you in for a rough kiss. His hands landed your ass as you wrapped yours around his neck.

“Get a room!” you heard a neighbor shout from outside their window. Daryl turned around and stuck his middle finger up at them, making them frown at you both and shut their window. You couldn’t help but laugh and hit him playfully on his shoulder.

“Quit pissing my neighbors off, they already hate you as it is” you laughed.

“Come on they love me” he joked. “Go open up a beer for us” he said, walking over to your sofa and switching the TV on. You did as he asked and you opened up two beers, walking over to him and sitting on his lap as you handed the beverage to him. You clinked the glasses together before taking a sip.

“So, what do you have in mind for today?” you smirked as you set the beer bottle down.

“Just a little something’ you might like” he said as he pulled you closer to him and kissed you, biting at your lower lip and digging his fingers into your waist.

I’m in his favorite sun dress
Watching me get undressed
Take that body downtown

I say, “You the bestest.”
Lean in for a big kiss
Put his favorite perfume on

Go play a video game

You were now up in your room and you had quickly changed into his favorite dress that he loved on you. He came into your room, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He took a puff and leaned on the door frame as he admired your curves that the dress hugged so tightly.

“Take it off for me baby” he whispered. He went to sit down on your bed as you slowly took the sundress of, making sure to take your time so he could get all riled up before you two went at it.

Now naked and in bed, Daryl was thrusting into you with all his might. Both of you were moaning from the pleasure of the activity, the alcohol in your systems making the experience much more pleasurable. The bed was hitting the wall with every thrust and after a while the neighbours started banging back and telling you guys to ‘shut up’, only making you both laugh and Daryl thrust harder.

When you were both done, Daryl pulled you closer and you leaned your head on his chest. “You’re the best, you know that?”

He nodded his head and ran his hands through your hair, making you fall asleep in his arms.

Kissing in the blue dark
Playing pool and wild darts
Video games

He holds me in his big arms
Drunk and I am seeing stars
This is all I think of

It was night when you woke up, still in Daryl’s arms. “Merle wants to meet us at the bar, you up for it?” he whispered in your ear.

“Definitely” you said, getting up and putting that same sundress on. He smirked at you before dressing himself and you both took off, waking the neighbours with the engine of Daryl’s motorcycle.

Merle had already gotten everyone in the bar drunk by buying all the rounds for them. When you two came in everyone greeted you like family, this bar was your second home that you always hung out at. Daryl excitedly brought you to one of the pool tables and immediately started a game.

“You still have to teach me Dixon” you giggled.

He smiled and came around behind you, making sure to push himself against you in the right places as he quickly taught you the basics of how to play pool. You learned quickly and soon enough, after you both had a few drinks you were beating Daryl at the game, the drunk no body’s all cheering you on, including Merle. You took the last shot and it entered the hole as you raised your arms up in victory. They carried you up in the air and finally let you down when Daryl came near.

“I only let you win cause it was your first time” he said, pulling you closer to him. He was leaning against the pool table and you were standing between his legs.

“Yeah right, I won fair and square” you laughed, knowing he was only teasing you.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that” you finally shut him up by kissing him, the kiss was slow and passionate, both your tongues exploring each other as if for the first time.

“We got a room in the back for all that shit” Merle came stumbling over as he put his arms around you two. “Congratulations on your first win (Y/n)” he smiled, his eyes barely open.

“How about we get you home Merle” you laughed at his drunken state as he nearly fell over.

“What? The party just got started!”

It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It’s better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you

You got in your first fight with Daryl the other day. Your parents were coming home for the weekend and when you told him he couldn’t come over he thought you were abandoning him.

“You think I care about some snobby bitch like you? All cause you got money an shit? No way I don’t need you” he spat as you didn’t let him in the house.

“Daryl, it’s not like that! Its only for a weekend!”

“Yeah, first it’s a weekend, then it’ll be a week, a month, and soon you’ll be movin’ out!”

You knew Daryl had trust issues but he wasn’t understanding you. He thought you were abandoning him and that’s why he was acting hostile.

“Daryl please don’t say that! You know I’ll never leave you, I’m not like that!” He stayed silent so you continued talking. “If there’s space at yours, I can come ‘round for a bit, just to prove that I love you. I’ll do anything for you Daryl”

He bit on his finger and then nodded his head. You smiled and quickly packed an overnight bag and hopped on the back of his motorbike.

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?” Your parents asked from the front door but it was too late. You were already driving off into the distance with Daryl, the wind blowing through your hair and the feel of Daryl under your hands made you feel happy once again.