jesus why did i give in

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 3

And we did it again, amigos! 

  1. “My sock is missing.”
  2. “I must say it can be rather therapeutic”
  3. “Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
  4. “You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
  5. “What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
  6. “I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
  7. “If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
  8. “What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
  9. “I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
  10. “I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
  11. “You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
  12. “I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
  13. “What is this, a concert for ants???”
  14. “I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
  15. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
  16. “When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
  17. “The wolves eat tonight.”
  18. “Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
  19. "When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
  20. “Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
  21. “Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
  22. “How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
  23. “I think I misplaced my right hand”
  24. “I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
  25. “Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
  26. “Have your eyes always been that colour?”
  27. “I’m going to fight the sun!”
  28. “You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
  29. “I’m not into that kinda thing.”
  30. “Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
  31. “I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
  32. “Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
  33. “Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
  34. “What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
  35. “What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
  36. “Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
  37. “Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
  38. “This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
  39. “Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
  40. “ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
  41. “Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
  42. “Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
  43. “Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
  44. “Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
  45. “Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
  46. “Wait. You’re aroused?”
  47. “Why would that surprise you?”
  48. “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  49. “okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
  50. “I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
  51. “I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
  52. "Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
  53. “how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
  54. “…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
  55. “For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
  56. “Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
  57. “Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
  58. “_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
  59. “What the heck happened while I was at the store?
  60. "What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
  61. “Despreate times call for cows.”
  62. “Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
  63. “You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
  64. “Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
  65. “Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
  66. “Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
  67. “Dude, no.”
  68. “I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
  69. “I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
  70. “I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
  71. “Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
  72. “So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
  73. “dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
  74. “Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
  75. “What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
  79. “What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
  80. “Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
  81. “You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
  82. “Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
  83. “Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
  84. “So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
  85. “Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
  86. “Tell me why,  exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
  87. “Look, I’m not a liar, alright?  And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me.  So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now.  And maybe a million dollars.”
  88. “Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
  89. “Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
  90. “Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
  91. “Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
  92. “Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
  93. “This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
  94. “So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
  95. “I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
  96. “Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
  97. “Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
  98. “I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
  99. “Every time you speak I literally die a little”
  100. “One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”

“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)

best “history of the entire world, i guess” quotes (courtesy of a huge history nerd, me)
  • and make crazy sounds with their voice. ‘gneurshk.’
  • what? you can walk over here? cool. (not anymore) well i guess we’re stuck here now
  • coming soon to a dank river valley near you
  • clop clop. it’s the people with the horses.
  • here’s some huge heads. must be the olmecs.
  • oops china just broke
  • knock knock it’s chandragupta. he says “get the hell out of here. will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants? ok thanks bye.”
  • let’s check the greekification levels of the greekified kingdoms
  • “heyyy” said the romans, eating the entire mediterranean for breakfast
  • is loving jesus legal yet?
  • so he goes down to the cube where everyone worships gods
  • they did many crusades. some of which almost didn’t fail. 
  • the king of mali is so rich he’s going on a tour to let everyone know
  • whoops half of europe just died
  • “wait!” said christopher columbus, probably smoking crack
  • “that’s bullshit. this whole thing is bullshit. that’s a scam. fuck the church. here’s 95 reasons why” said martin luther
  • [whispering] they never got ethiopia
  • the economy’s great and probably will be great forever - just kidding.
  • look out china, there’s a new china in china
  • the united states finally decided whether racism is good or bad. they decided it’s bad. and the world agrees. south africa might need another minute to think about it.

throwback to that one time Spencer tried to drag Aleks into the ocean and Aleks turned into a fucking pro wrestler

Tongue Tied Just Like This

Summary: Bucky finally confesses his love for the (fem) reader. 

Word Count: 1056

A/N: i havent written anything in 2 months so this could easily be the #worst thing ive ever written but i lowkey just wanted to write something and i love confessions. 

Pairings: bucky x reader (duh)

Currently you were sat next to Bucky on one of the many balconies the Stark Tower had. It was a nice place to sit and relax. There something calming about listening to the hustle and bustle of the city below while feeling a slight breeze, it was this atmosphere that you craved the most in your times of stress. Bucky and you sat in silence as both of you weren’t the biggest of talkers and perhaps that’s why you were both so drawn to each other. After a particularly loud ambulance sound that came from below, Bucky hung his head down and took a deep breath before looking up again.

“I love you, Y/N” Bucky said, breaking the comfortable silence that had surrounded the two of you.

“You don’t have to say anything back” Bucky continued, ignoring the shocked look on your face. Your heart was racing since this was a moment you were sure only existed in your dreams. Bucky took your surprise as an indication of rejection and let out a deep sigh before standing up.

“I just wanted to let you know” Bucky whispered as he closed his eyes before walking away. You hadn’t even heard anything he said after he told you he loved you because your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it and the thoughts in your head were running around loudly.

“Shit,” you muttered when you heard the door close and finally noticed that Bucky was no longer sitting beside you. Cursing to yourself you got up and went back into the compound. 

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I detest the idea that God has to do something good for me in order for me to be able to praise Him and love Him.
I gave Him praises yesterday and someone said, “What did He do now?”
Why do we need a reason to praise God? The answer: we don’t. God is worthy of our praises literally every moment of every day. I could be drowning in sorrows and I would still be singing His praises. I’ve done that before and I’ll continue to do so. God owes us nothing, yet He gives us everything. How much more worthy of our praises could He be?

who u should fight rvb freelancer version
  • York: York’s a great guy who could also probably like, rip you in half but tbh I feel like he’s that guy in the group who makes endless puns and dick jokes so, hey, punch him and then run away, lock a door behind you, and you’ll be fine. Fight York.
  • Carolina: I mean. I don’t know what show you’ve been watching, I really don’t. Jesus Horatio Christ on a popsicle don’t fight Carolina.
  • Washington: Wash has had the shittiest life ever. Of all time. Do not fight Wash give Wash chocolate and love.
  • South Dakota: True, South will rip you to tiny bitty little shreds, okay yeah but she got North killed and Theta lost and just... if you can fight South pls go for it
  • North Dakota: Why would you fight him. Why. North wants to give you a blanket and a cup of tea and talk about Grifball with you why would you fight him? Also if you did fight him he'd shoot you from three miles away. You're not nearly good enough to even get near him to actually fight him so don't bother. Don't fight North.
  • Maine: If you want death, then yes, fight Maine. But don't actually. Either he'd punch you once and you'd explode or he'd pick you up by the scruff of your neck and place you on a really high shelf or something. Don't fight Maine.
  • Wyoming: Please rip his mustache off. Fight Wyoming.
  • Florida: That's like the worst idea ever ok look Florida is a chill honestly nice dude who will slather you with compliments and mean them but you will not last 0.0002 seconds in a fight with him. Nah he isn't on the leaderboard but that's probably cos he's like, way too cool for that shit okay don't fight Florida. Let Florida hug you.
  • Iowa: why would you do that that's like fighting Caboose except a Caboose who's never killed anyone okay it's like fighting Caboose's more innocent twin if that's possible DON'T FIGHT IOWA
  • Georgia: Yeah go ahead fight Georgia he seems like a dick. Also he probably sucks I mean we all know what happened to Georgia you might even win. Fight Georgia.
  • Ohio: bruh don't fight Ohio, set Ohio up with Sherry
  • Idaho: ehhhhhhhhhhh I feel like that would be a dick move. Don't fight Idaho.
  • Utah: how can you fight utah you don't even know what utah looks like
pros and cons of rewatching ‘The Witch’s Familiar’


  • Jenna Coleman is beautiful even when upside down
  • Missy’s wink (human sandwiches, why aren’t you thrilled about the prospect of being eaten by evil Mary Poppins, Clara?)
  • the Doctor stealing Davros’ chair
  • “I am dying, Doctor” “you keep saying that, you keep not dying, can you give it a bit of welly?” 
  • Missy is really really hot like jesus christ 
  • THE CHAIR JOKE AKA ONE OF THE FUNNIEST JOKES IN THE ENTIRE SHOW also callback to Curse of Fatal Death bc genius
  • the whole Twelve and Davros convo
  • Missy rushing to save the Doctor and then the hand touch
  • pretty much everything about the episode really


  • Missy is too hot, I’m too gay for this, this was a mistake help why did they make it canon that she just carries rope and handcuffs are they trying to kill me
Little Monster part 3


Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: A couple bad words? Mentions of drugging someone (e.g. date rape) but without explicit content. Just briefly mentioned but if this is not for you, then please skip the cursive part!

Word count: 2389

Summary: You and Clint meet up to discuss tactics. Pietro reveals something to Bucky and infuriaties him.

A/N: You should start to wonder by now who the real little monster is…

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anonymous asked:

Jesus Christ, why do find Ozai hot?

Umm, this is an ambiguous question. You’re missing a noun there, so I’m going to try to answer this as generally as possible.

If you’re asking why I, Seyary, find Ozai hot? It’s because he is.

Look at the man:

Appreciate the smoulder. The perfectly manly jawline. That fucking ridiculously lustrous hair he probably gets combed thrice a day because he’s a diva. DEM CHEEKBONES.

I’m sorry. Even better smoulder. (I did not tweak this screenshot somebody please help me I can’t stop laughing!)

And he’s ripped as heck. Dorito proportions, six pack, wtf Ozai. Stop working out so much, you need to give other guys a chance.

Now, that’s my personal opinion on him. But since I’m not sure if you were asking about me, I’m going to address all possibilities from your question:

“Jesus Christ, why do you find Ozai hot?” could mean you’re asking Jesus Christ instead of me. No intent to offend any Christians with this answer of course, but Jesus has always been a man who was very kind-hearted, loved everyone even if they hated him, advised his followers to love even their enemies. Jesus Christ would tell you, Anon, that Ozai is hateful but you don’t have to be. The kingdom of heaven will be open for you if you’re not as hateful as Ozai. So hating Ozai is not something Jesus Christ would approve of (I went to catholic school, I’d know!), and denying his hotness just out of spite is a hateful practice. So don’t do it.

More importantly, the Bible’s ten commandments also establish that you mustn’t lie. The ninth commandment, was it? So Jesus Christ would not have lied and claimed Ozai wasn’t hot when Ozai is actually hot. He would have said Ozai is a very cruel man who needed to see the light from God, but he would have never thought Ozai was ugly out of spite for all the hideous things he did. So this is why Jesus Christ would hypothetically not deny that Ozai is hot.

Now, maybe the problem isn’t me or Jesus Christ. Maybe the question was meant to be: “Jesus Christ, why do I find Ozai hot?!”, alluding at you suffering from a severe crisis where you’re realizing Ozai is in fact hot as hell. Well, all the previous explanations apply. If you’re having such a crisis, don’t feel bad. We all know he’s hot. Doesn’t make him less of an asshole.

Nickelodeon say he’s hot too, see?

So maybe you were asking why did Nickelodeon say he was hot? I mean, I did post this screenshot once before so maybe that’s what prompted this ask… 

Anyways, fact of the matter is, Ozai was indeed designed to look like an older, scar-less Zuko. It was a cruel play from Bryke to make Zuko fans scream in outrage because they wanted to hate every little thing about Ozai, but if they hate his looks out of spite, they’re hating the image their beloved Zuko will have in the future (just, Zuko is scarred, of course). So yes. It’s hilariously cruel but it’s actually pretty funny. Ergo, even Zuko fans are forced to say Ozai is hot despite how much they may hate him, because if you were to think Zuko is hot and Ozai is not, it means you’re into teenagers only and if you’re over 18 years old you probably should be more interested in fully grown men instead of teenagers…

Lastly: SCIENCE proves Ozai is hot.

See this?

Just look at all that fire. A candle’s fire, according to wikipedia, is at 1,500°F, 829°C. Just how much heat do you think this shithead is creating through his bending? Yes, Azula’s fire is way hotter but that doesn’t mean Ozai’s isn’t. Try putting your hand in a fireplace and don’t get burned. You can’t. You can’t touch Ozai without getting burned either. Cuz’ he’s hot and his fire is hot, too (and hella aggressive, I don’t think he’d like being touched by strangers). Get it?

Long story short, Anon, if you’re actually indignant that people find Ozai hot, if you are simply not attracted to hot maniac bastards who want to set the world on fire

Originally posted by anoutlandishidea

well that’s on you, really. But it’s not every day that Jesus Christ and Science would agree on something. I’d say regardless of which one you prefer, you should believe them. Just sayin’.

No Reason To Be Ashamed

You and Tom have been dating for a couple of months now. He had just recently posted a pic on Instagram of you and him cuddling on the couch with the caption being “my darling Y/n”. While Tom went out to get breakfast, you get bored & decide to look up the picture and take a sneak peak of the comments, but they were not good. Here were some of the comments:

*Why is he with her again?

*Jesus. What a whore.

*End this plz.

Even with some positive comments thrown in there, all you could think about were the negative things. You later hear the door open and Tom has brought you your favorite meals. “Morning darling” he said with his always beautiful smile. “I got your favorite.” You give a slight smile to him. He suspects somethings up & asks you about it.

“Is everything ok? Did you not sleep well? Did I do something?” It was cute when he was concerned cause it meant that he really cared about you and wanted you to be happy.

“No. You didn’t do anything.” Tom didn’t believe you.

“You know you can tell me anything right? I’m always gonna be there for you.”

“What am I to you? Honestly.”

“Why are you asking?” He later puts all the pieces together and realizes whats happening. “People are talking shit about you aren’t they?”

“Some. There are some good things people have said about me but…”

“But nothing. I’m with you because I think you are the most amazing human being I have ever met. You are unbelievably beautiful, smart, funny, courageous, and strong. Who cares what they say? What matters is us and not them.” You felt a lot better after he said that. “Now come on. Lets go eat breakfast and cuddle all day.” You giggled as he picked you up and carried you to the kitchen.

What do you mean you can’t replace it?!… Yes I have a lot of money from my rich husband, but you should be giving me something here for even using your service. Ridiculous!

I let my maid borrow my phone ONCE and she drops it in the toilet! Can’t trust anyone anymore!! Everything that matters, they’ll take from you. That’s why I lock up my diamonds. She probably did it on purpose so I couldn’t text her my morning Starbucks run order before my Christian yoga class. (Booty challenge day 13, y'all!) Whatever, Jesus will come for her. He doesn’t like jealousy! ;) In the meantime, I have a nail appointment and casserole in the oven! Talk soon!! xoxo

certainlykeelan  asked:

Okay but?????? Death Note characters as quotes from history of the entire world I guess?????? That would be cool omg

Ooooh fun!

Light: “You can make a religion out of this!”

L: “No, don’t.”

Mello: “Forget this, I wanna go somewhere, do something. I want things to change.”

Near: “That’s bullshit. This whole thing is bullshit. That’s a scam. Here’s 95 reasons why.”

Matt: “ ‘Wait!’ said Matt, probably smoking crack.”

Misa: “Some stars burn and die, bigger stars burn out and die with PASSION”

Naomi: “It’s a star! New shit just got made”

Matsuda: “He did many crusades. Some of which almost didn’t fail”

Ryuk: “Nope can’t walk yet. And there’s no food yet so I don’t care”

Rem: “Is loving Jesus legal yet?”

Takada: “Will you get out of here if I give you 500 elephants? Ok thanks bye”

Moving On

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Prompt: ‘it hurt me to realise you didn’t love me anymore, but it hurt even more when I saw you fall in love with her.’

Word Count: 3547

A/N: God I don’t know how this ended up so long, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything, but here goes nothing. Pleaaaaseeee if you have any comments let me know, hope you all have a lovely day :)

“Are you sure you want another one of those?”

I squinted my eyes, “you want my money don’t you?” My speech was slightly slurred—even I was taken back. I never got to the point where my speech slurred.

“(Y/N)—“ Dan sighed heavily before swiping my glass from the bar, “you’re not having anymore, I’m cutting you off.” He placed the tumbler into a large plastic tub by the kegs and brought me a glass of water. “And you know I don’t want your money anymore, I haven’t wanted your money for years.” It was true, most nights I didn’t pay for my alcohol—but most nights I wasn’t getting blind drunk to mask my overwhelming sadness.

I gulped down the water, slamming the glass onto the wooden counter as soon as I was done. “I’m so pathetic Dan, look at me.” I could feel my eyes well up, “I don’t even know who I am anymore.” the lump in my throat began to rise as I tried to fight back the tears. “He’s getting married tomorrow and I’m here! I’m here getting drunk and the saddest part is for a year and a half—a fucking year and a half I’ve told myself, told everybody! I’ve told anyone who I could that I was fine—But I’m not, I’m not fine, I haven’t been fine since he left me.” I was flailing my arms; the guy beside me was blatantly staring.

“Aren’t you one of those superheroes?” He asked, a hint of disgust in his tone.

“Fuck off.” I flipped him the finger and turned back to Dan.

“Sorry buddy.” He rushed to apologise to the patron, “why don’t I get you another beer?”

“Forget it,” the man declined the offer, instead he got up and grabbed his duffle coat from his chair. “You’re right,” he said looking me in the eye, “you are pathetic.”

I felt the blood rush to my head, the glass beside me shattering without warning. “(Y/N)!” Dan screamed, before grabbing my hand, “control yourself!” I suddenly jolted back to reality.

“And these are the people we trust with our lives?” The man scoffed before scurrying out the door.

“Fucking prick!” I called after him, knowing it would fall on deaf ears.

“Jesus Christ (Y/N) you can’t just pull shit like that!” Dan slammed another glass of water down in front of me. “You know I love you, but I’m going to have to call someone to come get you, you need some rest.”

“I was dead!” I cried out, “I was dead for 9 months, is that enough time to grieve?” whatever I was saying, Dan wasn’t interested—he was far too busy on the phone trying to deal with the mess that I was. “9 months.” I whispered the words to myself again and again.

“Someone’s coming to get you.” Dan returned to me, “are you done with this?” he gestured to the water.

I nodded solemnly, “please don’t tell me you called Tony, he’ll be really mad with me.”

“I didn’t call Tony.” Dan mumbled as he wiped down a glass, “God knows I don’t wanna deal with that asshole again.”

“Why don’t you come back to the team Danny?” I grabbed his hand, “I miss you, I need you back.”

“It’s been five years (Y/N), I’m not coming back.” He whipped his hand away. “I can’t live like that anymore—it fucks me up, my head, you know?” I could see the pain in his eyes; the job had been tearing him down.

“I never was and never will be cut out to be a superhero.”

The sound of the bell above the bar door interrupted me before I could say anything, I didn’t bother to look at who it was—I already knew they were there to collect me, not that I needed collecting.

“(Y/N)” a familiar voice spoke as they placed a hand to my shoulder, “let’s get you home.”

My body went rigid as I stared at Dan in contempt, “how could you?” I muttered. I didn’t even have to look to see whose hand was on my shoulder, I already knew and I’d never felt so betrayed in my life.

“He’s the only one who’ll take care of you properly.” Dan couldn’t meet my eyes; he knew just how badly he’d hurt me. “The only one you ever listen to.”

“Don’t fucking touch me Rogers!” I shook Steve off of me.

“What’s gotten into you?!” He was confused; he had no idea how I felt. I’d pretended to be fine with his new situation—buddy, buddy, like he hadn’t chewed my heart up and spat it out.

 “Nothing!” the rage that had been building up inside me was returning and it was coming back stronger. I could feel my scalp heat up as the hair on my head turned purple.

 “Jesus Christ!” Steve pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “Stop,” he whispered to me, “stop please.”

All I could think about as he held onto me was, “why is this happening?” Why was he there? Why was he taking care of me when only a year ago he’d tossed me aside like I was no one? “Let go of me Steve.” I pushed him away, the anger refused to subside.

“How much did you give her to drink?!” He directed his frustration towards Dan.

“Don’t blame me Rogers, she’s here because of you!”

Steve opened his mouth to say something but was taken back by the comment, “what?”

Dan rolled his eyes, “you heard me.”

“(Y/N)—“ he grabbed ahold of my hands and looked me in the eyes, “listen to me—I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m gonna get you home and make you a cup of tea, two sugars, no milk—just the way you like it, okay?”

My heart rate began to slow as he recited the way I liked my tea back to me—he still remembered. “You still know.”

“How could I forget?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“I thought—I thought you wouldn’t remember anything anymore, because you stopped loving me.” I was blabbering, but that was a sign I was calming down. My blood stream was going from turbulent to a steady pump and my scalp was cooling—I imagined the purple was slowly fading back to brown.

Steve stared at me for a second, “let’s go home.” He ignored my comment; instead he steadied me on my feet—shaking off his coat, so that he could wrap it around me.

“You’re gonna be cold.” I mumbled, forgetting that he barely felt the seasons.

“I’ll be fine,” he pulled me into his side and walked me towards the door. He didn’t bother to say anything to Dan, but I couldn’t help myself—I had to turn back to look at him, an apologetic look etched on my face. I knew deep down he was just trying to help.

True to his word Steve managed to get me back home in one piece and even stayed to make me tea. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he stood waiting for it to brew. My heart felt like a weight in my chest—a weight heavier than a boulder. Just staring at him made my eyes well up—it was ridiculous, I was an international superpower, there were countries hunting me and nothing scared me more than my love for him. It was so strong and I couldn’t seem to get rid of it, no matter how hard I tried to escape it.

I pulled the blanket he’d draped around me tightly, my knees pressed to my chest as I sat waiting for him to say something.

“What’s wrong with you (Y/N)?” he asked as he placed my mug down in front of me—his eyes fixated on mine. He was searching them for answers, but I wasn’t sure I could tell him. It hurt me to even think about it, how was I supposed to say it out loud and to him of all people.

“You’re getting married tomorrow and not to me.” I averted my eyes to the floor as soon as the words left my mouth. “You expect me to sit there and be happy for you, but how can I? How can I when that was meant to be you and I?”

“(Y/N)—“ he sighed heavily, “I—you were dead, I thought you weren’t coming back. Last time I waited for someone, I waited too long and that ruined me. I thought if I waited again it’d kill me—It’s not easy you know.” There was clear pain on his face “I loved you, I loved you so much and when you came back I didn’t know how to feel—But she, she was there for me when you were gone, she gave me a second chance.” It had always been hard for Steve to love I knew that. Everyone he’d loved either moved on or died—time had not waited for him and fate had not been easy on him.

“I was only gone 9 months Steve.” I couldn’t stop the single tear from rolling down my cheek. “You know it hurt when I realised you didn’t love me anymore, but it hurt ten times more when I saw you fall in love with her.” Being stuck with Stephen Strange meant death wasn’t really death; the whole time he was bringing me back I was able to see everything that was happening back on earth—I was a ghost.

“I still love you, I really do. You were my best friend and god it was hard for me when you died—I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, typical withdrawal you know? I was so damn depressed.”

Hearing him say he still loved me almost killed me inside, but hearing him say he’d been depressed brought me physical pain. I still remembered seeing him struggle and feeling helpless—feeling like it was my entire fault.

“Then why won’t you come back to me?” I couldn’t help myself, the tears started to flow freely and I hated myself for it. I had always tried my best to look strong in front of him and now I was breaking down the perfect façade I’d built.

“It’s not that simple (Y/N),” he reached out to hold my hand. “I thought I—how could I break someone else’s heart like that?”

He was right, but I couldn’t care less. She stole him from me, so why did I deserve the pain and not her? I knew I sounded selfish, but I didn’t care—I deserved to be happy too. “You need to leave Captain.” I set down the cup of tea; “I can’t deal with this anymore. You’ve heard my peace; you know I’m still in love with you. If you still want to marry her, then go ahead—but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

He got up from his seat and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Why did you wait a year and a half to tell me the truth?”

“Because I care about your happiness more than mine.” I always had and I knew it would never change.

“I would’ve left her, if you had just said something earlier.”

“I just need you to leave right now, I already tried to drink myself to death. God knows what’ll happen if you stay any longer.” Crying in front of him made me feel so small, so weak—he’d never seen me cry before, he’d always been the emotional half of our whole, so having him watch me cry made me angry.

“I’m sorry,” he kneeled down in front of me and wiped away my tears. “I really am.”

“Please go,” I sputtered, “please.”

He nodded, “I won’t see you tomorrow will I?”

I laughed through my tears; he really had the audacity to ask.

“Yeah,” he sighed at my reaction, “that’s what I thought.”

“That doesn’t look like a lovely formal dress to me.” Tony remarked as I shoved a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. He was referring to my bright purple pyjamas.

“Considering I’m not going anywhere today I thought these would be the perfect attire.” I continued to shovel down my cereal—all that drinking had left me with the most unfathomable craving for frosty flakes.

“I’m fairly certain we have a wedding to attend today, or Pepper just shoved this suit on me for no reason.” He tried to shove a spoon into my cereal, but I swatted his hand away. 

Get your own,” I sputtered, my mouth still full 

“Well, I can’t—“ he gestured to the empty box, “you’ve eaten them all.”

I shrugged, “too bad.”

“So wait,” he spoke as he rifled through the cupboards. “You really aren’t coming today?”

“No.” I said monotonously before gulping down some orange juice. “How can I watch the man I love marry someone else?”

He stopped searching for food and slowly turned to look at me. “You still—?”

“Wow I must be really good at masking my feelings.”

“I—wow, just—wow. Count me as not fucking surprised.” He slammed a box of fruit loops down on the counter. “You know for elite crime fighters we really do have an unnecessary amount of sugary treats around.”

“Wait what?” I almost spat out my last beloved mouthful of frosted flakes.

“Well, you’d think that because we were always on the move we’d eat healthier—you know? Have a balanced diet!”

“Tony!” I knew he knew what I was questioning; he was just choosing to avoid it. “I was not talking about the sugary treats.”

“Ah yes, well Rogers is an idiot for not realising that you still love him.” He sat down in front of me, “and marrying her of all people? I’m pretty sure he’s shot her twice, no idea why he’d want to marry her after that.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You know I still remember the day—“ I was cut off by the sound of Pepper shouting for Tony.

“Oh no, she’s going to find me.” He says it like he’s worried, but sits calmly in his place—looking quite unnerved.

“Oh thank god there you are—(Y/N), why aren’t you dressed?” She asks as soon as she sees me. 

“I’m not coming,” I gulp down more juice and trace shapes into the skin of my leg.

“Oh,” her face falls, “understandable.”

“See,” Tony speaks up from his fruit loops, “even Pepper can tell.”

“Well it’s not hard to see.” She marches up to the table and slides the bowl away from Tony “we’re going to be late, hurry up.”

He lets out a heavy sigh but gets up anyway, “see you later kiddo.” His tone is different, somewhat apologetic.

“See you.” I say quietly, before grabbing his bowl—not wanting to let the sugary goodness go to waste.

I was watching the time—I knew the wedding would be over, but I couldn’t bring myself to head back home. I’d made my way over to the park just below the tower—it was the worst decision I’d made all day. Everything there reminded me of Steve. It was the most convenient place for us to go on picnics, or to just relax—he even had a favourite tree. The feeling of being surrounded by all those memories made me sick, but I knew I couldn’t go back home. Knowing that everyone would be there celebrating his new life with someone else was the most horrible feeling in the world. Memories of our past seemed better than having to deal with that.

My phone buzzed from inside my pocket, a message from Wanda illuminating my phone 

‘Where are you? Come back quickly, something’s happened.’

It was a very vague message, but something inside me told me that I needed to suck it up and head back home. I didn’t bother to respond, it would only take me a few minutes to get back to the tower anyway.

As I got up I noticed someone jogging towards me—someone in a suit. Assuming it was someone from home, I picked up the pace. Surely if someone had left the reception then the situation at headquarters was bad.

When I notice exactly who was running towards me I almost threw up. “Steve?” I questioned, my voice shaky.

“(Y/N)—“ he stopped in front of me, barely out of breath. “I didn’t do it.”

I felt my heart pound in my chest like it was trying to escape. “You didn’t do what?” I held my hand out to cradle his face, before averting my eyes to his left hand in search for a ring.

“I didn’t marry her—the whole time, all I was thinking about was you—thinking about how I call your name in my sleep when I have a nightmare, or how I can remember every small detail of your body and end up looking for them on her, thinking about all your small quirks and how I loved every single one of them. The whole time, for the past two years, I’ve been trying to find you in her—and for a second there I had myself convinced, because I thought you didn’t love me—But I know now, I know it’s you.”


“No—“ he raised a hand to silence me, “don’t try and tell me otherwise.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” I squeaked out the words as the lump in my throat began to rise. “I’m so sorry, I just didn’t want to look vulnerable, but I am—I am vulnerable and I need you.”

He pulled me towards his chest and wrapped his arms firmly around me. “You don’t need me (Y/N), you love me and I love you—but don’t ever say you need me, because I know you. I know how strong you are, and no woman as strong as you could ever depend on a man and nor should she have to.”

I wriggled myself out of his grasp and stared at him in awe, “this is why I love you so much.” I was crying again, but this time I wasn’t angry with myself. Because, for once showing emotion got me what I wanted. “You’ve always known the right things to say.”

“Somehow it’s all natural with you,” he grinned before looping his fingers through mine.

“Don’t get cheesy with me Rogers,” I moved towards him so that our faces were only millimetres apart.

“Is this the point where we dramatically reconcile with a kiss.” He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smirk spread across his face.

“It won’t be if you keep talking.” I whispered, before his free hand made its way to the back of my neck, pulling me towards him—before I knew it our lips were slowly moving against each other. I knew he was smiling even though my eyes were clamped shut—Steve untangled his hand from mine and used it to grab my waist and pull me closer. I hadn’t felt happiness for a year and a half and yet in the space of five minutes I couldn’t think one unhappy thought—everything felt right again. My whole body was buzzing, from my toes to the hair on my head—he was like a drug, my body responded to him automatically—like he’d said before, it was all natural with us.

He pulled himself away from my lips and kissed my neck, a small shiver ran up my spine as his soft breaths hit the sensitive skin. “God—“ he whispered, making me twitch “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Stop,” I sneered, “or you’ll make me cry again.” I wasn’t lying, if he kept going the way he was going I was bound to end up a puddle.

“I can’t help it,” he pulled away. “It should feel strange to be with you again, I should feel bad, but I don’t I mean—“

“It’s okay to feel bad,” I knew deep down he had an ounce of regret.

“I know it is, but she understood. I think she saw it coming—I think everyone saw it coming.”

“How are we going to go back in there?” I bit my lip as I looked up at the tower, “they’re going to be angry.”

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head. “Sure it might be uncomfortable for a few days, but I’m certain 95 per cent of that room didn’t want me to marry the wrong person today.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely, I mean Natasha and Tony practically ambushed me before the ceremony and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I imagined the two of them just sitting on Steve’s bed, waiting to have an intervention. “Well then Rogers I think we should take this public display of affection and turn it into a private one.”

He re-looped his hand with mine and shot me the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “I think you’re right.”

RP Starters - Joking about Christianity
  • “This is not what Jesus wanted.”
  • “Thanks, non existent God.”
  • “Jesus really did die for nothing.”
  • “This is why I worship Satan.”
  • “God doesn’t exist and Satan is almighty.”
  • “God has forsaken me.”
  • “Papa Satan.”
  • “Thanks, Satan.”
  • “God has abandoned us.”
  • “Why won’t God end my suffering? Why won’t God let me die?”
  • “Dear God, give me peace. Or money. Either will do.”
She is Mine (Part 3) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine

Part 1

Part 2

requests: when you get the chance could you maybe write a Carl imagine taking place back at negans sanctuary and one of negans wife catches his eye (she’s around the same age as Carl) and negan is yelling at her about something and Carl gets pissed and glares at him and yeah you can think of an ending? sorry. Thank you

yeah! great. keep it going

Can you please do a 3 part of “ she is mine ” thank you

pairings: carl x reader, friendly negan x reader

a/n: please give me some ideas if you want me to continue this! ya girl needs some help lol

word count: 1,061

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers @raveneyedfreak 

“He let me go,” you told the boy. He told you his name was Carl, and that his father was the leader of the group who lived in Alexandria. “He told me that I didn’t have to be married to him anymore. Although, it was all just pretending anyway. There was no official ceremony or anything like that. I just did it so I would be safe.” 

Carl nodded and looked away from you. “That’s good. You know, I was really grossed out when I saw he was with someone my age. I’ve seen some bad stuff, but that’s pretty high on the list of things that have disturbed me.” 

You smiled at him in agreement. “Yeah. To be fair, though, he didn’t force me to stay with him. I was terrified of what would happen if I tried to leave, but I don’t think he would have hurt me or forced me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with.” 

“Other than wear high heels, right?” 

You laughed for what felt like the first time in ages. Sure, you had faked a smile or two just to get Negan to leave you alone, but Carl actually made you feel happy. 

“(Y/N)!” Negan’s booming voice snapped you out of your trance. You and Carl both turned your heads towards the man who was quickly marching down the paved road. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” 

“I asked you what you wanted me to do, and you didn’t give me a job,” you replied. You tried your hardest to sound calm, but your heart rate was rapidly increasing, for Negan seemed angrier than ever. 

“That doesn’t answer my question.” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I found company. I’m socializing. Making friends.” 

“Yeah, well we don’t have time for you to be making friends. Save that for when we get back to the Sanctuary.” Negan grabbed your upper arm and pulled you away from Carl. “It’s time to go.” 

Negan glared at Carl, and he seemed furious. “Keep to yourself, kid. I already let you off the hook once. We don’t need another meeting like last time. Right?” 

Carl nodded, his eyes avoiding contact with yours. You turned to him one last time and smiled. He returned the gesture, and you knew you would find a way to see him again soon. 

“I don’t want you around that kid. He’s a fuckin’ mess.” Negan continued to ramble on and on about how terrible Carl was, but you couldn’t care less. Anyone who earned Negan’s disapproval was alright in your book. 

“What happened last time?”

Negan raised his eyebrow at you, letting go of your arm to set you in the passenger’s seat of his truck. “What last time?” 

“You know,” you started, but paused until he walked around the front of the truck and climbed in the driver’s side. “You told him you didn’t need another meeting like last time. What happened last time?” 

Negan started the car and began to back out of Alexandria. The rest of his Saviors followed behind the truck in their massive carriages. 

“Negan, what happened?” 

“He broke into the Sanctuary to try to kill me, but he fuckin’ failed. That’s what happened. The kid went on a god damn suicide mission and expected to take me down in the process.” 

“I know you’re not telling me the whole story. Why can’t you just tell me what happened?” You were getting more and more worked up as he continued to leave you unsatisfied with vague responses. You weren’t going to let him off trial until you knew what you wanted to know. 

“We busted balls! I made him cry a little. It wasn’t a big deal.” Negan scoffed and turned his head so he was facing the road ahead of him. 

“If it wasn’t a big deal, then why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?” The thought of Negan upsetting Carl to the point where he cried made you want to punch him in the face, but you knew that would get you nowhere. 

“Because, darling, I’d hate to ruin my dazzling reputation.” 

You huffed and crossed your arms, turning your shoulders away from him. “Why did you make me leave him back there?” 

“Jesus Christ! Who told you today was the day to interview me? I don’t have the energy to answer all these damn questions!” 

“Negan, for the love of god, please just give me one good reason why you took me away from him in the middle of our damn conversation.” Your breathing was more controlled than it was before, but you were nowhere near calm. 

“I can’t have you socializing with the enemy, (Y/N). I gotta have you on my side.” Negan seemed sincere when he told you this, but his facial expression instantly changed once he realized what he had said. 

“Why wouldn’t I be on your side? You’ve treated me so well. I have no reason to go against you.” 

Negan shut his eyes and brought a hand up to his temple. “I… I’ve done things I’m not proud of, and I don’t want you to look at me any differently. I know I let you go, but you’re still mine. You’re still a Savior, and I care about you. I want you to feel the same way about me, and I’m afraid Carl will try to change that.” 

You knew Negan was capable of doing brutal things. Hell, you had seen them happen with your own eyes. He had split up marriages, assaulted people until they lost consciousness, and probably more that you weren’t aware of. You always had an idea of who Negan was, and that he wasn’t a saint. 

He was opening up to you, though. You felt compelled to the same. Maybe it was stupid and in the heat of the moment, but you told him how you were feeling. 

“I miss being around people my age. I haven’t met anyone like Carl in a long time, and I know you don’t really care-” 

“I do,” he interrupted. “I do care. Continue.” 

“I’d like to get to know him. You know, I think we’ll have a lot in common, considering we both grew up the same way.” 

Negan scratched his chin, something you noticed he did when he was thinking. 

“We’ll see.”

Originally posted by negangifs

anonymous asked:

I always wonder how the death of one man can save all humanity?

Martin Luther said that as God, He could not die, so He became man in order to die. On the cross, he accepted the sin of man against Himself. As a perfectly innocent man he accepted the injustice of man against man.

The death of Christ accomplishes reconciliation, or reconnecting us back to God. Romans 3:25 says, “…whom God set forth as a propitiation” for our sins. “Propitiation” literally means “something that appeases a deity.” However, in the Biblical sense it means much more than this. It can mean to “accept hurt”, to “forgive”, to “show mercy.” As sinners we transgress God’s perfect law and have no legal right to exist. But God himself who sits as Judge accepts the hurt, pays the price, forgives, and offers mercy.

The Bible does not say that Jesus paid a propitiation, but that He is a propitiation for our sins (Rom. 3:25, 1 John 2:2; 4:10). This means that He, being God, bears the hurt in order to give mercy and forgiveness.

The simplest explanation I can give you is in Romans 5:19 “Many people were made sinners because one man did not obey. But one man did obey. That is why many people will be made right with God.”

Hot head part.3 | Montgomery De la Cruz

Omfg so tumblr decided to fuck up my page and make double of everything, so I decided to delete this (as you do) thinking that it would leave one behind but nahhhh.

Anyways here it is again 💜


[ This will be the last part guyss ]

Your phone had been ringing over the music for a while now. Eventually, you gave in and picked it up, staring blankly at the name of the caller ID. It read Hannah. Hannah Baker.

“It’s just Hannah I guess” you assured yourself as you swiped your finger across the screen to accept the call. You lay on your back and played with the pendant on your necklace, waiting for her to talk.

“I’m coming over” is what she said

You sat upright and put the phone on loudspeaker. You unhooked the necklace from around your neck, realising that it was a birthday gift from Monty. "No offence, but, I don’t want to see anyone right now” you told her, swinging the silver necklace carelessly around your finger. “I wasn’t asking your permission” she casually argued “I’m about 10 minutes away”

You rubbed just above your eyebrows “..Just turn around and go home Hannah”

“Urr-are you forgetting that you stood me up at Monets. You owe me some quality time” Hannah persisted

Your finger hovered over the red ‘end call’ button.

“I’m just- I’m not good company right now” you sighed

Hannah snarls “When we’re you ever good company?”

You bite down on your tongue inside of your mouth to stop yourself from smiling. “At least I made you smile” she said, sounding way too pleased with herself.

"Fine but I’m not talking about him”

“Agreed. See you in 10” Hannah managed to say before you ended the call.

You hadn’t gone to school in a while. You we’re avoiding the endless ‘I’m fine’ convocations you would have to endure and we’re hoping the situation would blow over.

“Y/N!” Your mum called from downstairs.

You sighed and moved off the bed, carrying yourself down the stairs one step at a time.

You reached the middle of the stairs, interrupting a convocation your mother was having with your boyfriend, Montgomery.

You swallowed a knot in your throat, one you didn’t realise you had until that moment. They both looked up at you.

“This handsome boy came to check on you y/n” your mum informed you, not looking away from Monty “Said you had been ignoring his calls”

"Phones broken” you explained, bluntly

Montgomery gave you a look. He wasn’t buying your bullshit at all “I was worried sick”

"Aw, Your so sweet” Your mother awed causing Monty to smile sweetly at her. Your skin tightened as a thick cloud of jealousy hovered over you. He was being so nice to your mother, it was a reminder that Monty could actually be kind and respectful to women. At first.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, just loud enough for either of them to hear.

"She means 'come in, make yourself at home’ ” your mum chimed, prompting him to move further into the house as your mother closed the door behind them.

“You know, y/n never mentioned a boyfriend before” your mother said, looking to you for an explanation.

"We’re not” you assure her, nodding your head disapprovingly and cutting a few imaginary lines under your neck with your hand “We’re really not..

"We were” Monty interrupts

Your mother’s eyes shifts between the two of you.

“It’s complicated”


You walk over to your bed and sat down, Monty closes the door and leans against it.

"Your avoiding me”

Your hair was falling out if it’s braid. You could feel it. And it bothered you. You undid the braid to re do it.

"And ignoring me” he huffed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well when I did try to talk to you about my feelings, you hit me” you explained

"You hit me first” he snapped

“Your an abuser(!)”

His jaw clenched tightly at your words.

“That’s not what I am” he uttered through his teeth

"Who are you then Monty?” You questioned, your voiced raised a little more than before “Because I honestly feel like I done know you anymore”

You felt yourself welling up but there was no way you we’re going to let him see that he had broken you. Not now, not ever. “..babe I’m still me” he explained, looking sad and motioning towards you “I’m just going through some shit right now, but-

"Don’t say it” you warn, cutting him off

“I love you y/n”

"Wow, I can’t believe you just said it”

“And I’m sorry for the way I treated you” he pleaded now sat next to you, your thighs touching “If you give us a chance, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you”

You didn’t say anything but let the tension fill the room instead. You both sat there in silence for a while, Monty looking at you as you stared at a photo of the two of you in the distance.

“..I spoke to Mr Porter about you” you turned to face Monty “And do you know what he said?”

Monty looked at you expectingly.

“He said- He told me that what happened was normal” a tear rolled down your cheek so you quickly wiped it away and sniffled.

"And the worst part was that I actually agreed with him”

Monty nodded- understandingly. You looked down at your fingers as you couldn’t bare to look into those eyes of his anymore.

"Until-” your voice cracked so you paused “Until thought about it and I thought that I had never seen my parents put their hands on each other” you explained, your face with an expression like you were figuring out the worlds hardest sum

“And I have never ever seen Hannah or Jessica or Sherrie cry because their boyfriend had hit them or thrown something at them or smashed their phone because he was angry”

You rolled your sleeves over your hands and wiped a few tears from under your chin “Never..

"Y/n” Monty sobbed. He grabbed your hands but you quickly pulled them out of his grasp

"Monty stop”

“I’ll admit it y/n, I get that I’m not like other guys and I get that it’s not normal, I know that now ok?, I’m sick and I need help” he confessed all in one breath, sniffling up a few forced tears

You scoffed “Jesus Monty. Do you really expect me to feel sorry for you right now?” Your eyebrows knotted together “Seriously?”

“I expect you to feel something. Your supposed to care about me”

"Yeah, well, I did. That’s why I poured my heart out and you just laughed in my face”

You saw the necklace sparkle in the corner of your eye “But I’m tired now Monty. I’m done caring”

He watched as you picked it up and placed it in his palm “Here. Give this to your next victim because I’m not her” you told him, staring directly into him “..I won’t be her anymore”

“..Urm, is everything ok?”

Both you and Monty looked to the door to see Hannah stood between the frame.

Monty quickly wiped over his eyes with one swift motion and stood to his feet. He passed Hannah, barging her slightly as he exited the room.

You sighed, feeling an immense weight being lifted off your chest.

“You okay?” Hannah asked, still stood at the door.

You glanced up at her, smiling a little

“Im fine”


I’m not good with the emotional imagines but I hope that was alright ☺️❤️

Originally posted by chriswoods

anonymous asked:

maybe nursey and dex try to put together ikea furniture because nursey convinced dex that ikea was cheaper in the long run than building a full desk from oak and hilarity insues

  • “what are these little screw things in the picture? we’re supposed to have, like, 20 of these fuckers and i don’t see any”
  • “how did you just attach that leg upside down, nursey???? there’s not even a place to screw it in there?????”
  • “pretty sure that desk isn’t level” “fuck off, it’s fine” *pencil rolls straight off the edge* “IT’S. FINE.”
  • “the knob goes - no, it’s - nope - right there, just - CHRIST, JUST GIVE ME THE SCREWDRIVER”
  • “wait why do we have three extra screws.” *desk collapses* “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST”

anonymous asked:

“are you stupid or stupid?” with nurseydex bc obviously

This is one of my favorite prompts for nurseydex. 

Thank you for the prompt!

“You forgot, didn’t you?”  Dex is at his suite door in a suit and tie, with sunflowers.  His smile has fallen, but his cheeks are a happy flush.

“Uh… Honestly, I didn’t think were you being serious?”  Nursey lets him in and takes the flowers to put them in some water. “No one brought me flowers before. How did you know to get sunflowers?”  Dex is giving him that ‘are you stupid or stupid?’ look. God, He’s such an ass sometimes. “What?” Dex just shakes his head. 

“I know you haven’t gotten flowers before because you told me.” Nursey looks confused. “Last week.” Nope, he is drawing a blank. “At the kegster, after Brad, or Dan, whatever his name was, stood you up.” Jesus. He really needs to chill on the tequila when he is having boy troubles. 

“Which explains why you offer to take me on date the next day, so, I could get my first date with a guy out of the way.” Nursey said nodding his head. He arranges the sunflowers. Figures, No guy has ever actually followed through with the whole date thing.  Dex clears his throat. 

“Uh… I asked you because I wanted to go on a date with you.” Dex is looking at fridge behind him. His face start go an anxious red. He chews on his bottom lip, like he does when he is thinking of the best way to say something.  “But, If you don’t want to, I’ll just go.” 

“Why?” Dex shifts his focus to Nursey’s face and furrows his brow. 

“I am not going to make you go on a date.”  Nursey groans with frustration.

“No, idiot, why do you want to go on a date with me?” Dex is back to staring at the fridge. He takes a deep breathe like his trying to psych himself up to answer that question. Dex hold one of Nursey’s hand between both of his hands. 

“Derek, you are incredible person. You deserve to be taken out and treated like you matter,” Dex is looking very intently at him. It’s intense. He never look more serious, “because you matter a lot to me. I like the man I am becoming because you.”

“Oh okay.” Nursey says very quietly. 

“Okay. Now if you still want to this, you should change.” Dex is giving him an out, and that just won’t do. 

“What should I wear?” Dex smiles.   

“Maybe, that green sweater Ransom got you for christmas? It looks really nice and matches your eyes.”  Nursey nods. 

“Sw’awesome.” He pecks Dex’s cheek with a kiss before breezing quickly out of there to change. 

After all, He has a date.