kid threatened to kill me once

Pre-Kerberos! Matt HC

[Pre-Kerberos! Matt]

★ Matt is the whitest of the whites, he eats one hot chip and it’s game over.

★ He’s allergic to pickles

★ He got Katie into aliens and cryptids

  • He doesn’t regret it                                                                             

★ Him and Shiro were friends, even before the Garrison.

★ He’s a little shit, the Garrison teachers expected him to be the perfect student since he was Sam and Colleen’s son.

  • They were wrong, he started a black market and wasn’t found out until it was too late. He made more than $500 bucks cash.

★ Whenever he was called into the office to talk about his future he just answered with “Kick ass, go to space, represent the human race.”

The cost of losing a bet with him was high

  • Once a kid had to go up to Iverson and ask if he was a furry and if his boyfriend was bigfoot.
  • They were required to help Iverson for the rest of the year during their free hour.

★ Anytime anyone asked if him and Shiro were dating, he did finger guns and awkwardly backed away.

★ Has been the cause of the science lab blowing up at least 5 times.

  • Shiro was apart of three of them.

★ Puns were his shit no one could escape

  • Shiro does this make us…..Kerbros?”
  • “If it weren’t for the laws of this land, I would’ve slaughtered you, Matt.”

★ Would fight you if you said Pluto wasn’t a planet

★ Is the most oblivious of people, two kids had a crush on him at the same time and he never noticed

  • But he can somehow notice when people have crushes on each other??

★ He met Neil Degrasse Tyson once and cried

★ Katie and him show their love by roasting each other on the daily

★ “I know you love those peas, Dad.” was only the tip of the Yikesburg™ .

★ He dyed Shiro’s hair once

  • It went as well as expected
  • It was neon blue

★ He smuggled Pidge into the Garrison once with the help of Shiro

  • Keith found them dragging her through the window
  • He just stared silently and walked away

★ He can do a perfect Yoda impression

  • Katie sadly found out when she on the verge of sleep at 3am

★ Subs always liked him for some reason, no one really knew how or why though.

★ He could name all 206 bones in the human body, and he taught Keith how to break every one of them

★ Katie popped out the lens in his back-up prescription glasses

  • He cried

★ He can quote back to the future word for word

★ “What are you gonna do punch me???”

  • The kid decked him
  • He broke their leg

★ He threatened to sell Katie to the Garrison for a pizza

  • A guy’s gotta do what they gotta do to get some decent food

★ “How’d you do in your flight test, Matt?” “Oh, I nearly killed Shiro. it’s chill though.”

★ He cries whenever he sees dogs since the Garrison is in the middle of nowhere

  • He once cried for more dog deaths in three school days than his entire life

★ “Hey Matt, high-five the stars for me okay?” “Of course, Katie.”

  • She hasn’t found out if he did or not.

★ It was his idea to name their dog Gunther

  • “What the fuck, Matt” “It haS CHARACTER KATIE”

★ Him and his mom are kickass together.

  • Everyone is low-key terrified of them

★ He crashed his bike into a tree once

  • “Lol you guys will never guess what happened”
  • “What”
  • “My bone is no longer in my leg”

★ “Do you think Iverson and—” “I’m gonna stop you right there.”

★ He hacked the speakers in the Garrison to play Bill Nye the Science Guy when someone said he wasn’t a real scientist

★ Believes in the multiverse theory and soulmates

  • Maybe in some other universe him and Shiro are happy

★ He’s pan and poly, fight me   

  • Katie got him a shirt that read “Pans for Bigfoot”    
  • He wore it everywhere

★ He finished the office in a week and stares at a security camera whenever something stupid happens

★ Someone confessed to him once and he panicked and said “Thank you”

★ Matt is actually a super good crossdresser???

  • Shiro and Keith are surprised???
  • Katie had to get it from somewhere y’all

★ Lowkey likes to make fun of Keith for being Texan

  • “Y’all’d’ve done good if y’all had listened to me.”
  •  “I hate living because of you, Matt.”

★ Bill Nye the Science Guy is his dad and you can’t tell him otherwise.

  • He’ll fight you if you say he isn’t a real Scientist


★ Him and Katie learned Latin for kicks

★ Speaks fluent meme

★ **Drops one piece of candy on his room floor** “,,,,,,,,” **Kneels down to look for it**

★ 10/10 doesn’t know how to handle any crushes he has

  • He realized he had a crush on Shiro with the “help” of Katie and Keith
  • He tried to eat an entire jar of pickles afterwards

★ “Matt, you have a crush on my brother, admit it” “New glasses, who dis?”

★ “Shiro, when I was your age,,,,,,” “One day, you’re just not going to wake up.”

★ He somehow convinced Shiro to dress up as Watson while he was Sherlock

★ Hamilton’s number 1 fan

★ He spits out facts at random

  • “Y’know Alexander Hamilton spelt Philadelphia wrong in our Constitution?” 
  • Katie, who has been running on 3 hours of sleep: please shut tf up

★ “You’re a little shit Matt” “Atleast I don’t quote Fairy Tail any chance i get”

★ Katie, grabbing his backpack full of assignments from the Garrison: Y E E T

★ He hates coffee but will drink 5 cans of soda in an hour


  • Sam Holt voice: Please,,,,just go to sleep”

★ He’s a Gryffindor

★ Someone bet him that he couldn’t eat 2 of the new Grand Macs

  • He ate 4, Katie ate 5
  • Everyone was impressed and low-key terrified

★ Shiro: bro take off your glasses
★ Matt: bro everything’s a blur
★ Shiro: that’s my life without you
 Matt, tearfully: Bro… 

Iverson: any questions?
Matt: Yeah, first of all, how dare you?

★ “Would you slap Katie for $2,000?” “I’d break both of Katie’s arms and my own leg for a small fry from McDonald's”

★ Shiro gave him one of his sweaters when it was cold out once

  • Shiro hasn’t seen it since

★ He had an emo phase that lasted 2 months before he got tired of the eyeliner

  • Katie likes to bring it up at the worst times

He’s covered in bandaids 90% of the time

  • Most times it’s because he and Katie were fucking around while building smth

★ “The amount of uses for a dead horse is infinite” “Matt, honestly, just go to church”

★ His mind is just a constant loop of that scene in VeggieTales where the realized they didn’t have hands and just sadly looked at each other


★ Mashed potatoes can and should fuck him up

★ Learned to play the kazoo for meme opportunity

★ Once burnt off one of his eyebrows from boiling water

★ Him and Katie do the handshake thing from Zack and Cody

★ Whenever someone asks to see a picture of Katie, he just pulls out a picture of Pidgey from Pokémon

  • Matt: Isn’t she pretty?

★ He beat every island in poptropica

★ He can make really nice flower crowns nobody has questioned it

★ He talks with his hands a lot

  • He’s hit Keith in the face more than once because of it

★ You know when it snowed in Egypt for the first time in years and that guy had that giant ass snowball and was gonna fucking dunk it on his friend?

  • That’s Matt

★ He can dance?? Where did he learn it? Nobody knows

★ “Keith I came as soon as i heard! I can’t believe it I knew you two were close”
★“Wtf are you talking about?”
★“Punk is dead, Keith”

★ When the rumour that MCR was coming back you bet your ass Matt was ready to blast every song whenever he saw Keith

★ “I’m Matt, the radar technician”

★ He recreated BB-8 from Star Wars: The Force Awakens and cried

★ “Bitch, I am a gift of God, square up”

  • Get it? Because Matthew means gift of God??

★ He can solve a rubix cube behind his back in under 35 seconds

★ If he laughs hard enough he’ll start snorting

  • 50% of the time he won’t notice because he’s too busy laughing
  • The other 50% he’ll stop and frown in disgust at his own snort

★ He found out Shiro poured his milk in before the cereal and kicked him out their dorm

Matt: Hey, Shiro, want to stay for dinner?
Colleen: Do you want to stay forever?

★ Iverson lowkey reminds him of Snape, so by default he just doesn’t like him

★ “Work, work!” “Matthew!”
    “Work, work!” “Katherine!”
    “,,,,,and Keith”
    “The conspiracy theorists!”

★ Unlike his sister, he likes to garden and starts one in their backyard with their mom

★ Matt would totally force Shiro to cosplay Team Rocket for Halloween with Pidge being Meowth and Keith being an edgier version of Ash Ketchum

  • Shiro as Jessie and Matt as James of course

★ He owns every pokemon game in existence

  • Pokemon Snap was his shit when he was like 7
  • He 360 noscoped the Pokemon with apples

★ Has read all of the Harry Potter books three times

★ He tried to teach Shiro how to dance

  • They never finished though because neither of them could take the sexual tension

★ He was more into the galaxies and multiple universes part of space, while Katie was excited for the tech advances 

  • They were both 100% ready for aliens though

★ Shiro told him he couldn’t create the Marauders Map, so he did out of spite

★ Talked in nothing but Shakespeare for a day to piss off Katie

★ He loved ducktales

  • Too bad he can’t see the reboot

★ Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses was his shit

★ When Katie was born, he brought a potato with him when he went to the hospital to compare the two

★ He always wore sweaters that didn’t quite fit him, so he could have Sweater Paws

★ There was a supposed ‘haunted’ house on his street, so him Katie and the Broganes all snuck out to investigate

  • A window broke while they were in there
  • Keith shapeshifted into Sonic and bolted, Katie started hysterically crying and laughing at the same time as she ran, and Matt jumped into Shiro’s arm and Shiro fuckin’ booked it
  • They all agreed not to talk about it

★ Once in gym, a ball was about to hit someone in the face but instead of yelling “duck!” he yelled “dICK”

  • To this day no one has let him live it down

★ Uses an absurd amount of emoticons when texting

★ 10/10 would meme again

★ Used the word “Yo” too many times to count

★ Tried to bury Katie underneath a bunch of snow when she was 10

★ He can’t swim

★ He’s cried during nearly every Disney and Pixar movie

[Read Part Two// Post-Kerberos! Matt HC here!]

Abusive - Request

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch​:  Hi. I was wondering if you’d do a Sherlock x reader are married. They are out on a date when the readers abusive ex boyfriend turns up while Sherlocks popped to the gents.

Summary: In an attempt to escape from reporters, Sherlock and (Y/N) end uo at a very dark restaurant. He excuses himself and leaves her alone for a few minutes without knowing that her abusive ex-boyfriend was a waiter there.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Warnings: Abusive ex-boyfriend, is there really anything else to say?

Word count: 1,789

A/N: Don’t know if the ex is too much of an insane man… I have been reading “It” and, however’s read it knows why, that is the reason I wrote him like this. Also, as someone who’s seen abuse from up close, I beg of you guys, if you’re in an abusive relationship or know someone who is DO NOT stay quiet, you’ve got to talk and get help. Please. This is just fiction, there won’t be a Sherlock Holmes to rescue us, or even so an easy way to escape on your own. So please, do get informed and get help. I repeat, this is fiction.


Originally posted by silentauroriamthereal

The little restaurant was full. Every single table had been taken by either a couple or a family, and they were all chatting like they hadn’t seen each other in ages. The waiters were walking quickly to deliver the orders to the correct table, and the cooks were struggling to get every plate on time. The musicians were full of different songs – some songs were completely unknown to them – and the person in charge of the entrance was trying with all her might to calm every one down.

“It’s unbelievable how many people want to come into this place.” Sherlock observed. Of course, he had noticed everything.

“They don’t…”

“I know.” He interrupted his wife, “Half of them are reporters, the other half are fans.”

“You’re such a celebrity.” She joked. Sherlock smirked proudly, a few crinkles framing his blue eyes.

“You know what to order?” He asked.

“No… The menu is quite limited.” The mischievous smile that formed on his lips made it clear that he didn’t want to stay at that crowded place. “Where?”

“There’s another one, down the block, closer from home.” He whispered, leaning closer to give a stronger sense of privacy. “We can sneak through the back door, fool those paparazzi.”

“The things I do for you.” She sighed and then both of them followed Sherlock’s mind plan.

The back of the restaurant was dark and it smelled like fish, but it had a direct access to the opposite street, which was free of people. Sherlock and (Y/N) ran all the way to the other restaurant Sherlock had in mind. Hiding in the shadows, letting out breathy giggles and, most importantly, enjoying each other’s company.

Said restaurant was empty, and the dim lights worked perfectly as a cover up. No one could see the other’s faces unless they were at the same table or a waiter used to such lack of light.

The food of course wasn’t as good as the one from the last restaurant. It had a rather artificial flavour instead of the homely one Sherlock adored, but even so just being able to spend a night off with her was enough.

Two whole hours went by and they were about to leave. Sherlock popped to the gents while (Y/N) waited at the table, munching at a mint they had given them along with their change after paying the check.

She had felt like someone stared at her ever since she and Sherlock entered the restaurant. But she was so used to being followed either by reporters, Mycroft’s spies or Moriarty’s spies it could really be anyone. And she wasn’t doing anything bad, so she wasn’t worried to be caught on camera.


He had stared at her for those two hours. That slut. Giggling like an idiot, playing with her hair, caressing his palm… Of course she was doing it, he was a famous detective – a genius even – who led him to the next question: How come he hadn’t noticed yet what kind of whore she truly was?

He then left her alone. Alone in that dark place, vulnerable. The anger he had felt, locked inside him for ages, was now rising from the flames of his own inner Hell. His knuckles hurt, ached to feel her soft skin break over them, wanting to get splattered with her blood once more.

The mere thought of her pretty face covered in bruises excited him, making tingles appear all over his body in anticipation. The place was dark, he only needed to drag her a bit further away from her table, and so she wouldn’t know what hit her – literally.

He walked slowly towards her; like a predator haunting its prey before attacking. Observing her every move, her naïve expression, her… Her red lips. Those lips that made him lose control, in the exact tone that got his fury to unleash. She loved that colour that shade, it truly reflected her inner self: A whore.

He slid at the opposite side of the table, with his dark eyes glued to her who was distracted getting something from her bag.

“Have you seen my…?” She lifted her gaze, and the pure sight of the man who still gave her nightmares made her freeze. She was frightened to death.

Her blood started running faster, her lungs were lacking of enough air to contain her anxiety. Her heart skipped beats and then recovered them in a few seconds, which caused an inconsistent beating. Her hands, armpits and forehead started sweating, and her knees tingled, begging her to run. The ghosts of the past impacts invaded her mind, and all she could feel was the many bruises that were now long gone but used to belong on her face and arms. Her lower ribs and legs burned, remembering all those kicks and mislead punches they had received. Her lips went dry, and not even the lipstick could get them to hold them from breaking. She wanted to scream, but there was a knot on her throat avoiding a single sound to come out of her. Her flawless skin turned so pale anyone would’ve swore she was a ghost and her eyes hurt. She hadn’t blinked, she couldn’t, scared that he would use those seconds of blindness to harm her.

“You remember me.” He said as a wicked smile grew on his face. That smile, that cursed omen that warned her about the upcoming violence. It was there, right in front of her, directed to her once again.

“Please go away.” She begged in a whisper so low he could barely hear it.

He tisked his tongue and leaned closer. “I can’t leave, slut.” He whispered back, although his voice was audible, “I work here.”

(Y/N) tried to get up from the table, but he just slammed his fist once over the wooden surface and her instincts made her sit back. She hadn’t forgotten his rules.

“Who’s that man?” He asked, and (Y/N) knew who he was referring to.

“Don’t you watch the telly?” She inquired, trying to be brave like that time she escaped. He hissed back, showing all of his teeth.

“Sherlock Holmes, of course I know. What I mean is who is that man to you?” (Y/N) froze, hiding both of her hands under the table. Wanting to keep the diamond ring out of his sight.

“Her husband.” A third voice stated from behind him. Sherlock stepped closer, making the dim light shine over his face. “Who are you?”

He got up and tried to stand up in an authoritarian pose. Of course, Sherlock was taller, but even so he had the face of a maniac and that was pretty intimidating.

“Let me guess,” Sherlock smiled triumphant, “that poor bastard that… Yeah, of course.” The detective didn’t want to say it out loud, knowing exactly how she felt about it. “Think you can get her back to the cave of horrors?” A cruel chuckle left his plump lips, “C’mon, we both know you prefer to be the one beating rather than being the one beaten. So don’t make me bring you back to those summer days when mommy would hit you with a hot metal bar.”

“You think you’re smart?” He fumed. Of course mommy had hit him with a hot metal bar as a child, right on the palms of his hands – he still had the scars – but how could Sherlock know? Not even (Y/N) knew it.

“Smarter than you, yes.” Sherlock replied, “Isn’t that why daddy would punch you. For the low grades and the lack of brains… You think that reflecting that on (Y/N) or really any other woman will help you deal with your anxiety?” Sherlock shook his head, “Nothing will help unless you stop chugging on so much coffee… Although, I can’t really blame you because I wouldn’t want to have the nightmares you have.”

“Don’t make me hit you.” The lunatic warned and Sherlock couldn’t express his thoughts with anything other than a sarcastic laughter.

“You? Hit me?” He huffed, “I’ve dealt with Egyptian murderers and killed each and every single one of them with just one sword… My life’s been threatened more than once and I’ve defended myself. I fought the Golem and so many other criminals that are far better than you. Do you honestly think you scare me?” His voice had gotten lower and faster with each word. He had also leaned closer to the man threatening (Y/N) so that they were at eye level. “Don’t play with me, boy, unless you want to get burned.”

The man pushed him back. Trying to remember how the kids at school would beat him up before he learned how to defend himself – or rather mimic them and use said moves against them – and dodging Sherlock’s attempts to hit him. Although, of course, Sherlock was just distracting him.

It only took four punches. One under the ribs, another one at the back of the neck, the other at the back under his lungs, and the last one directed to the throat. Sherlock punched him in said order so fast nobody actually saw it, however, in just five seconds (Y/N)’s ex was on the floor, finding his will to breathe.

“I can’t believe you dated this pig.” Sherlock complained, “Thank God you changed your mind and ended up with me… Everything all right?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Please, Sher… Let’s just leave.”

“Just one moment.” Sherlock kneeled down to the floor to meet face to face again with the man. “You better disappear, because if I see you again I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again.”

“Sher.” (Y/N) begged, completely oblivious to what his boyfriend was whispering into her ex’s ear.

Sherlock stood back up and took his time to put on his coat and scarf before leaving. Of course, he made sure to step on the man’s stomach on his way out. Nobody touched his girl, less to say, nobody threatened her without Sherlock doing something about it. Everybody knew it, and those who ignored it… Bad things would happen. It was just his way of taking care of the one person that made him feel a lot more than friendship, the one to truly make him feel human rather than an uncomprehended genius. And God knows, Sherlock wouldn’t be able to live without her.

“The things I do for you.” Sherlock repeated her words as they walked out. (Y/N), who was still a nervous wreck, replied with a shy smile and a peck on his cheek. And so they walked through the cold streets of London, back to their tiny flat at 221B Baker Street, where no one would bother them - except for John, maybe.

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Not All Roads Lead Home

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Angst

A/N: I pulled this from an incredibly personal place. I admit it was a struggle to write that included having to stop and take deep breaths at times. It left me drained and not being able to even come up with a summary for which I apologize. It was something I desperately needed to write and I am happy to be able to have this out. I hope you enjoy it.

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Black Women Who Don’t Want Black Men’s Babies

Alright so let’s get all the pointless disclaimers out of the way first.

1) #NotAllBlackMen (although this post applies to many Black men)

2) I never said other races of men are better or worse. Other races of men have nothing to do with this post. Black men are the race of men I want to talk about because of their PROXIMITY to Black women and because it’s Black men who put the most pressure on Black women’s reproductive decisions, and they are who Black women reproduce with the most.

3) I have no kids, and I have never been pregnant. So haha can’t call me a “bitter baby mama”. ☺️

4) My father is an exception to this post because, although not perfect, he is still married to my Mom and he raised me. So I’m still not “bitter”. 😘 And this post still applies to so many Black men even if it doesn’t apply to my one father plus a few other Black men.

Alright so hopefully those disclaimers will tame you fragile ass Black men and you equally pathetic thirsty-for-validation ass Black women too.

Let’s begin.

When you are a Black woman with no kids and you do not want kids, Black men see you as garbage. They hate knowing that you are exercising that type of autonomous choice. They need to always have it in their mind that if they ever want to use pregnancy in order to control you, they have the option to do so. A lot of the time, they aren’t even interested in raising the kids they make. They just use impregnation to mark their territory until they are ready to move onto the next woman or they simply wanted to fuck you raw. So it irritates them if you do not want children because they feel entitled to your body however they see fit, regardless of if they want children or not. They will vilify you for not wanting children.

When you are a Black woman with kids (A single mother), Black men see you as tainted. They view your children as competition since many Black men want to be treated like babies by their woman. He wants her to cook for him, clean up after him, and give him all of her energy. Knowing that he isn’t a woman’s first priority frustrates him. He will complain about how he doesn’t want a “ready made” family because he feels that some other man already marked his territory there. He doesn’t want a woman who is raising some other man’s kids. Also, many Black men are cowardly and intimidated by other men so they would rather a woman not be linked to one.

When you are a Black woman with no kids who wants kids, Black men see that as the perfect woman because it’s their opportunity to have some control in your life. They will tell you sweet nothings about how you’re so much more valuable than these single mothers out here who made “poor decisions”. They will pump your head up and make you feel special. They will feed you lies about their intentions of building a family with you. Then Boom! They make you the single mother that they were originally complaining about. Once the initial stimulation wears off, they are onto the next.

So I say this to say…Black women, you are NOT obligated to have a Black man’s children. You can decide that you don’t want children by them and that you never will. You can take control over your reproductive rights. And they will behave like wild hyenas when they know they can’t control your body. Just stay firm on what you want.

I publicly stated that I wasn’t going to have any kids, and I listed reasons why.

Black men on the internet threatened to rape and kill me for this.

Y'all don’t understand how badly this autonomous decision frustrates Black men, even those who have no intention of raising children in the first place.

You don’t owe Black men any kids, Black women.

Behind These Bars: Part Two

Daryl Dixon Imagine

I’d recommend reading part one first.


Daryl is planning his escape, waiting for a chance to get out when the door to his cell suddenly opens.

word count: 1134

approximated reading time: 6 minutes

Daryl was sitting in the darkness of his cell waiting for a chance to make his move. He was a slave barely able to make it out alive whenever he was forced to work in the walker pit. Dwight was watching his every move and Daryl was longing for the day he could finally kill him. Between work and being locked away in the darkness he hadn’t really had a chance to plan his escape. There were barely any weak spots in the Sanctuary, but Daryl couldn’t stop looking for one. He couldn’t give up. He had made a promise and he was going to keep it.
He was taken back to reality when he heard muffled sounds coming from outside his prison door. He rose to his feet ready to fight as he heard the key in the keyhole. The light was blinding and for a second he could only see a dark figure standing in front of him with their hands on their hips.
“Wanna go?”, the figure asked and he immediately recognized her by the way she talked. That chirping sound, the way her words seemed to dance.
“How?”, he muttered unable to process what had just happened. She had been locked away behind multiple doors only Negan seemed to have the keys to and yet she was here, standing in front of him.

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Reaction to The Dog Growling at Your Baby - BTS


Anonymous said: Hello, if it is not much trouble may I be able to have a BTS reaction to when their baby is on the playing mat on the floor and their dog begins to growl at the baby? Thank you in advance

Seokjin: *simply puts the dog outside and tells you about it in bed that night*

“So.. the dog growled at the baby today…”

Originally posted by hoseokayo

Yoongi: *steps between the dog and your kid*

“I fucking dare you mutt, see what happens when you test me,”

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Hoseok: *blames you*

“I’ve told you once already, the dog is not allowed near them,”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy

Namjoon: *takes the dog outside and scolds him*

“Don’t growl at them again or you can live out here,”

Originally posted by kuunkajo


“Babe, I’m going to kill your dog,”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


“Jesus Christ, our baby can’t even play on the floor without being threatened. Get that fucking dog out of here,”

Originally posted by holdmettightbts


“If that dog leaves even one scratch on our baby, I’m getting rid of it,”

Originally posted by jungkooz

anonymous asked:

Can I request a tig trager imagine? Where you guys had children at a young age and tried hard to make it work but between being young and him being in the club it just didn't work out, but you guys never got divorced, and now your children are older and them and Gemma are trying to bring you and tig back together since you and Gemma are bestfriends :)

Originally posted by northernbluetwo

A/N: I love this request! I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: FLUFF & Cursing maybe honestly at this point just assuming everything I write may contain a curse or 2?

Trouble Comes in Threes:

“Alexander, I’m pregnant..” you whispered softly, your head locked in between yours knees terrified of your husbands reaction, you had both come from horrible hardships but somehow managed to find each other. “It’s okay baby, we’ll try our hardest, we always do and we always manage to make it out okay?” he said kissing your forehead softly as he got up from the floor to grab his kutte “I have church tonight, but I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay baby?” he said softly before closing the door behind him . Once he was finally gone and out of sight you broke down in a fit of tears because you knew that this time, you both wouldn’t be alright, how could you be, kids, money, the club, home, none of it was going to work out.

Yet nonetheless you and Alex had tried for a good 2 and half before you both decided that it wasn’t working, that it was a constant worry, a constant struggle to maintain the life you two had walked together hand and hand. One day you and Alex came to terms and you took your two sons and daughter, packed your things and left it all behind, the memories, the love, the happiness, everything that was etched in ghost ink that reminded you of Alex was gone, but it still hurt each day as you went on living life worried about him, thinking about him regretting not trying harder.

“Aunt Gem said we just have to get mom to the TM and the rest will be history when they see each other.” Luke, your eldest son at 15 whispered to his twin brother Jason, at age 15 and their sister Audrey, at age 12. “Do you really believe mom and dad will magically fall in love again?” Audrey said looking at the floor, she wanted her mother to be happy more than anything else in the world but she knew their mother cried at night for their father unlike the boys. “Of course mom and dad never stopped loving each other, it’s just shit got hard for them with all of us. But we’re older now, so they can have their chance at love again.” Jason said hushing as he watched their mother walk in.

“What are you all up to?” you asked looking over at your children whom were covered in nothing but smiles “Today is the day you teach me how to drive remember mom?” Luke said grabbing the car keys from the kitchen counter dahsing for the door as all your kids followed behind him. “I guess I do now.” you mumbled as you walked through your house to see your kids patiently seated in the car waiting for you to come inside. You laughed softly surprised that they are all so excited for a simple drive around the block, you entered the car and watched as your kids buckled their seatbelts “So mom we’ve decided that we wanted to go to the diner.” Luke said entering the keys in the ignition and starting the car, which after about 10 minutes of instructing had broken down and ironically you were face to face with the place that held all the memories you could possibly think of, Alexander.

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You know, I never even realized being beat with anything my parents could get their hands on, or them threatening to break every bone in my body, or even kill me, was classified as abuse until well into my teen years. I thought it was normal, that every kid I went to school with got the same treatment. I was raised with beatings being the norm. Hell, I still have a scar on the bridge of my nose where my mom swiped at my face with her nails and I was lucky enough had the audacity to try and dodge. I remember once time when I tried to leap across my bed when my father was beating me with a belt, the tip of the belt still caught me square in the chest. It cracked me so hard it split the skin, and I had a crescent shaped cut on my upper chest that took a while to heal. I remember my mother taking me to work with her the next day, and told me that if anyone asked how I got that cut, that it was from being accidentally scratched by something while wrestling with my father. Years and years and years of giving other adults and even my friends excuses and plain lies as to why I’d be cut up, hurting, limping around, or why sometimes I’d flinch if someone said my first name. Don’t you dare try and tell me that my parents were just being parents. This right here? This wasn’t even the tip of the tip of the tip of the dick that fucked my childhood and mental state up. There was so much more then, and probably more to come. Don’t you dare try to justify regularly beating a child so bad for so many years that they tried to kill themselves multiple times. What kind of piece of shit do you have to be to try and justify physical and emotional abuse of anyone, let alone a fucking child?

anonymous asked:

BBRae for that Ultimate Ship thingy????

Disclaimer:  I don’t own Teen Titans, and I am not making a profit.

Note: I thought these would be more fun as snippets, so I picked a random one! :)


THEME: Who kills the spiders

“Beast Boy.”


“Beast. Boy.” She enunciated, crouching over her boyfriend. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she gently placed a hand to his chest to nudge him. “Beast Boy.” She called, crawling up his chest.

The changeling’s nose twitched, back arching a little as he released a heavy sedated sigh. Even with the large ears, he was quite the heavy sleeper.

“Gar.” She continued, pushing a bit firmer on his chest. “Garfrield.”

A thunderous snort bellowed from him.

“Oh for heaven’s sake!” She hissed, pinching his nose between her thumb and pointer finger.

The green teen panicked smacking her hands away, sputtering for air. “Jesus, Rae. What the hell?” He coughed. “How many time do I have to tell you? You don’t get anything if I die. You have to marry me first.”

“Not funny, Garfield.”

“Oh, I’m Garfield now.” He yawned, rubbing his hands over his eyes. “Well, if you aren’t trying to murder me in my sleep, what were you doing?”

“There’s a spider in the bathroom.”

He froze. “What?”

“I need you to kill the spider in the bathroom.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Raven sighed. “It’s two in the morning, and since when am I known for my sense of humor?”

“You must be trying now.”

“Garfield…” She groaned, fingers tangling in her hair.

“You’re asking me, Beast Boy,” He sat up gesturing to himself. “To kill a spider for you.” He pointed to himself once more. “Beast Boy, me.”

“Yes, I know you are Beast Boy.”

“I am not killing a living creature that isn’t threatening you. When he pulls out a knife, call me.”

“I need to pee.”

“So pee.” He huffed, lying back down and pulling the covers around his shoulders. “Pee free, Rae. Pee free!”

Her eyes narrowed. “I can’t with the spider in the bathroom.”

“I’m not killing it.”

“Take it out for coffee for all I care!” Raven growled, pulling the covers off his shoulders. “Just get it out the bathroom so I can pee.”

Beast Boy smirked, sitting up. “You’re cute when you’re all girlie and afraid.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I’ll go take Bojangles outside.”

She decided to ignore the fact that he named the spider. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Don’t make me put Bojangles on you!”

Really though how do we know Greed is a “bad guy”? Do we even have any evidence of him actually doing anything horrible (You know, besides second Greed killing Bido and all) 

Asshole demeanor aside, we DO know that Greed:

  • Apparently liked to surround himself with hot chicks
  • Had a hideout in a dubiously named bar in the red light district of Dublith
  • Had a gang of ex-military chimeras who had been horribly experimented on and probably had nowhere else to go, and were so loyal to Greed they were willing to quite literally lay down their lives for him despite knowing he was very difficult to kill
  • Had a personal policy of never lying and never fighting women (Though in hindsight the latter was not his best idea ever)
  • Apparently did not get along with the main villains of the story and preferred not to associate with them

I mean he did kidnap Al, but there’s a difference between kidnapping a manga protagonist and kidnapping some random kid, you know? And he was pretty nice for a kidnapper tbh. I mean he mostly just talked to him, he wasn’t all “TELL ME HOW YOU WORK OR I’LL KILL YOU” he was just like “Yo how was your soul bonded like that? Oh you don’t know? Hmmm darn ok well do you know who does? Also if you tell me I’ll tell you how to make a homunculus.” 

AND once he thought Ed was dead, he felt like a total jerk. I think he did threaten to take Al apart at one point but tbh I think it was mostly an empty threat, I mean they resorted to fucking hypnosis before even considering taking him apart, for god’s sake.

TL;DR I think the original Greed was probably actually like the nicest gang boss ever and probably didn’t even do anything “evil” really

My Sugar Daddy Horror Story

  Hello, everyone, may I begin by saying thank you for my couple hundred new followers- I’m very happy you like my blog, even though you may have noticed I haven’t written many posts recently.

 Honestly, I needed a few weeks to calm down because this whole experience has just happened and I even considered taking an indefinite break in my sugaring. So here’s what happened:

 You might recall me talking about an SD I call Regent. Regent is a 50-something venture capitalist with his own business. He’s divorced with three grown-up children and has a wine cellar in his loft just to paint you a clearer picture of him.

 He often left town, which confused me because his business is in London, but he said he had dealings in other places and when ever he comes back he takes me shopping and gives me huge wads of cash, so I really cared nothing for where he went.

 He was an exclusive member of certain London clubs and we’d have dinner at them. The clubs themselves were lovely- when I say ‘clubs’ I mean the kind with brunch menus and orchestras, not the dancing and loud music kind. But he was always pretty boring and had lots of problematic white guy views like he hated feminists, disagreed with increasing minimum wage, ranted about women breastfeeding in public…etc. I was never crazy about him but the money was amazing, it was like half my income at one point.

 Recently my mother got sick. I’ve said before we have a difficult relationship, she was very abusive when I was younger, her physical abuse was bearable, but the emotional abuse has left me pretty numb as a person. We’re pretty distant still, I can’t talk to her about anything and I still have to call her ‘ma’am’ and watch my language around her and everything. But she’s my mother and she could barely get up out of bed and had no one to take care of her.

 I called Regent and told him I couldn’t make our scheduled date, I was going home. I text him as I got on the train and this idiot FLIPPED OUT on me, texting me all through the one hour journey like: ‘This is so fucking typical, I can never fucking count on you’ and ‘have the integrity not to give me some stupid made-up excuse’ and, most amusingly, ‘Good. Fine. Whatever. I have five other girls lined up for tonight anyway. Have fun on your own’.

 I was so angry with him, I even started calculating how I could get by without his money. I have a lot in savings and my rainy day fund, I thought it would leave a dent but I didn’t really need him anymore. Especially if he was going to exhibit this new side to him. I say ‘new side’ but he had always been kind of rude, I just thought he was socially awkward, but no. He was always trash.

 I went home, fetched and carried for my mother for about a week and went back to the city when she was fully cured. I decided that Regent had just been angry in the moment and I wasn’t going to let go of all that money over just one argument so I text him: ‘I’m back in the city. Don’t know what happened last week, but we should talk about it’.

 And guess what he texts back: ‘Ready to apologise?’

 Suddenly I decided he could fuck himself, I wasn’t going to beg him. Later in the week, he texts me again: ‘I guess not’. I don’t reply. And a few days later: ‘Going out with hot Russian model tonight. You lost out, babes’. Honestly, this guy was just a mess.

 I ignore him and THEN I get this: ‘If you’re going to continue to be childish, I no longer want to see you and I would like the money I’ve given you repaid to me’.

 FIRST OF ALL, how I’m the one being childish I don’t know and secondly asking for money back is like the biggest fuckboy move an SD can make.

 So I replied: ‘I’m not being childish, you’re the one texting me about your Russian conquests. If you no longer want to see me that’s your decision, but I cannot pay you back your money and I think after all we’ve been through it’s really unfair of you to ask that’.

 He texts back: ‘If you don’t pay me back all my money, I’ll go online and reveal your identity to friends and family. You can pay me back in instalments, I’ll send you my bank details’.

So I panicked a little bit as he had pictures of me (not sexual pictures but pictures of me and him together), but just a little as he didn’t even know my real name or any of my friends or family, but I didn’t need that extra worry.

 I probably shouldn’t have done this, but I texted back: ‘Now who’s being childish?? You can’t blackmail me, that money was your gift to me at the time, I don’t owe you anything’.

 Next thing I know he starts texting all these threats like: ‘I’m going to the police if you don’t pay me’, ‘what you do is against the law’.

 I don’t text him back in the hopes he’ll go away and because I really didn’t know what to do with him, nothing like this had ever happened before.

 Just a few days later, I run into a girl standing outside my building and she immediately asks: “Are you…?” With my fake name.

 I was so surprised I said ‘yes’, which was stupid because now a girl who lives in my building and who is friends with my friends thinks I go by this name and if she gets contradicted that’s a whole new thing I have to worry about.

 She said: “Oh, there was some guy here looking for you just now.”

 I knew it was Regent because I had given him my timetable so he could work it into his schedule, but here’s the cinch: I never told him my university.

 I couldn’t ignore this. I’ve read too many things about crazy ex-lovers who kill women or stalk them. Luckily, I have my own ways. 

 I went on his business website, he has a picture with his daughter on one of the articles- I remember because he showed me it once at dinner when he was talking about his kids. I image searched her and found her Facebook, found her brothers’ and sisters’ Facebooks and took pictures of all three and sent him an email with the pictures attached saying: ‘If you visit my school again, if you ask me for money again, if you ever threaten me with blackmail again, I’m emailing each of your children and telling them who you are, who I am and what you’ve done. Never contact me again.’ I’m paraphrasing slightly, but that was the gist. I realise that this was risky as he could have reacted badly, but I haven’t heard a word from him since.

 The moral of the story is: you can do everything, or most things, right and STILL things can go to shit. No one is pro enough to ever be threatened or blackmailed in some way. But if he had known more details about me or my life and I knew less about his, I worry to think about what might have happened.

 This was my ridiculous story time, I’m sorry but I had to get it off my chest. Will post more advice posts in the very near future.

 Stay lucky x

Request: Can you do a fic where y/N is Bobby's daughter in her early teens and Sam and Dean come down to pick her up to go on a hunt and bobby freaks out she goes anyway. Somewhere in the hunt she gets fattily injured, Sam and Dean rush her to bobby where they almost loose her but end up saving her in the end. When bobby thinks the reader is a sleep he yells and screams at Sam and Dean saying how much he loves her and how he doesn't know what he would do with out her. Also can you bobby say "balls"

You heard the purr of the Impala all the way from the living room, and you put your book down. You grabbed your duffle bag and ran to the door, but were stopped by your dad. “Where are you going?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Sam and Dean are going on a vampire hunt, and they invited me.” You told him, then reached for the door handle. 

He grabbed your hand and stood in front of the door. “You didn’t tell me about this.”

“Well I just did… So bye!” You said, trying to get around him.

“Y/N, no. You’re not going.” He stated.

“What? Why?” You demanded.

“Do you remember the last time you went on a vampire hunt?” He asked, giving you a hard look. 

“That was a year ago!” You exclaimed.

“You almost died!” You shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

“And I’ve trained since then! Don’t worry!”

“I can’t help but worry!" 

"Well, stop!” You yelled, and pushed past him. 

“Y/N!” He yelled from the doorway, but you kept going.

You jumped into the backseat of the Impala, and said, “Drive.” Sam and Dean gave you a weird look, but obeyed. You glanced at your dad, and saw him standing in the doorway, watching you leave. 

“What was Bobby yelling?” Sam asked.

“Oh, nothing.” You said, shrugging. If you told them he didn’t want you to go, you knew they’d drive you right back home. Now going on this hunt had a purpose, you were going to prove your dad wrong.

You arrived at the nest, machete in hand. You decided to tag along with Dean, and Sam went to the other side of the building. You crept through the warehouse, and a vampire jumped out and attacked you. You spun around, machete raised, and sliced it’s head off. With a new found confidence, you walked through the warehouse. You kept your head on a constant swivel, looking for anything that might attack you. But nothing came. 

Well, nothing came until you entered a wide room. The room was basically empty, except for the dozen of vampires hanging around. They took one look at you and Dean, and they attacked. 

Sam came crashing through the other side of the room and started hacking away at the monsters. You and Dean got to work too, and pretty soon you’d killed half of them. You allowed yourself a moment to celebrate, which was just about the stupidest idea ever.

The second you lowered your machete you were attacked. You were tackled to the floor, a vampire on top of you with a giant smile plastered over it’s face. “Sam! Dean!” You yelled the second the monster ripped the machete from your hand. 

You were still screaming for them when the vampire pressed the knife into your stomach, then dragged it in a horizontal line. You screamed out in pain, the blood loss already making you dizzy. You barely noticed when Sam sliced the vampire’s head off, saving you. 

You were aware of Dean picking you up, but the pain was so great, it didn’t really register in your mind. You heard Dean pleading with you to stay awake as he sat in the backseat of the Impala with you, you were just too out of it to notice. You passed out for good once you pulled up in front of your house.

You woke up to a burning pain in your stomach. You slowly moved your hand and felt stitches along your abdomen. You started to sit up, but stopped when you heard your father yelling.

“You idjits could have gotten her killed!” He screamed, and you he was just in the kitchen. 

“And we’re sorry, but she’s okay!” You heard Sam reply, trying to calm your father down. 

“That kid is the best thing that ever happened to me! Next time you ask her to go on a hunt, why don’t you ask me?” He yelled. You could just imagine the angry look on his face. 

“Okay, Bobby, we will. But let’s just focus on the fact that she’s okay.” Dean said.

“Excuse me?” Your father said in a threatening tone. “She almost died! I love that kid with all my heart, and I could have lost her today!" 

You smiled at his words, and decided to save Sam and Dean. "Dad!” You yelled. 

You never realized how fast he could run. Your dad was at your side within the blink of an eye. “Hey, thought I’d lost you.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m not that easy to get rid of.” You joked, smiling at him.

“Yeah, well once you get better I’m gonna kill you.” He said. “What the Hell were you thinking?”

“I just wanted to show you that I could do the hunt.” You mumbled.

“Yeah, well you failed.” He commented.

“Gee, thanks.” You muttered. Your dad stared at you for a moment, then hugged you. “Dad, stitches!” You exclaimed, wincing in the pain from your stomach.

“Balls!” He exclaimed, putting you down. “Sorry, I’m just so happy you’re okay.” You smiled at him and put an arm around his neck, then kissed his cheek. He may have been a bit over protective, but you loved him.

(I hope you like it!)

anonymous asked:

I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks the way Betty talks to her parents is disrespectful af. If my mom was Alice, she would have killed me for talking like that to her...

Oh, same. I️ got threatened with slaps to the face when I️ talked back to my mother and I️ never said anything half as disrespectful as Betty. And in most Latino homes, that kind of disrespect would actually earn you a slap. Not advocating for hitting your kids, but uh…letting them get away with that kind of attitude? Not in this house. She should at least get grounded.

I saw one of those cinnamon roll memes that said

looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Draco Malfoy

And like, did you actually read the book/watch the movie? Draco is not a sweet boy. He’s a jackass, and just because he cried once doesn’t mean he’s actually a misunderstood angel who just wanted to make friends but didn’t know how

The same post also said

looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Harry Potter

And that annoyed me even more. Harry is such a sweet kid, it’s his natural disposition to be kind. He sasses adult with power when he feels threatened by them because of the Dursleys, and he didn’t fight Voldemort because he felt he wanted to, he literally had to (granted he could have run away instead but that still doesn’t make Harry a hardcore mofo)

In conclusion, let’s stop erasing character’s flaws just because you don’t want to admit your fave is a jerk. I love Sirius, but he was a dick, and I’m not going to pretend he wasn’t. Take notes - crying doesn’t mean Draco wasn’t a bully

there has been a lot of editing here cause one person helped me sort this post out so it looks like i wanted it too look like, so thank you kikithedeceiver :D

Im not defending Kano’s actions in the new episode, screw it im actually kinda defending him, and i really mean it. Anyway here are some very important points of his character:


1. he was in love with ayano, he still is, in a way *well i think he was considering the novel 5 and how he was around her and his way of thinking, i don’t think he thought of her only as a sister, and point two bellow kinda nails it*

2. but he never got in the way of her feelings for shintaro

Because even if you want to tell him and want to be with him, sometimes that’s not enough. *If this was kano while pretending to be ayano then he might have thought that because of his situation with ayano (but who knows, it may have also been ayano, but i seriously doubt it, because, why would he demonstrate his powers to her if he didnt want to tell her he was capable of transforming into another person?)*

3. he wanted ayano to choose who she wanted, and he knew he couldnt win that battle

4. he has a really serious inferiority complex 

5. he thinks he is worthless, useless and nothing

6. no one ever told him that what his mother did to him was wrong (that being constantly beating the crap out of him for every single thing he did)

7. he lets kido beat him up so she doesn’t hate him, cause he cant and wouldnt be able to stand that

If that would make her happy, if that would make her not hate me, I don’t care if I end up bruised and battered. I’m not worth anything anyway.

(trans. by pochamachan)

And he lets her to do that because of this too:

I can’t understand myself. What I like, what I dislike, what I want to do, why I’m here. What sort of nature I have, I don’t know at all. That’s why I don’t want others to believe the words of someone like me. Suspect, deny, even breaking me would be better. Only like this will I be able to, once again, find the -real me when it appears. …having said that, this could be a lietoo. However, this kid could really be a good kid. Having a strong selfthat is capable of suspecting others. It’s really something I envy. (the kid part was about Ene)

(trans. by tateyamaa)

8. he is under lot of stress because he is threatened by certain someone and he doesn’t want his remaining family to die because of him. (i think he even considered killing himself but he can’t because certain someone told him there would be consequences if he did (not directly said but thats what he concluded)

9.He, most of all, hates himself the most.

What he did to ene was almost like what he did to shintaro. He lashed out at them because he was cornered. Even though i love him, he did go too far there. I am wondering how his and ene’s realtionship will work out, since in the novel route, they actually get along very well, and he did not lash out at her. Meaning, something that was said triggered and cornered him and made him pissed off at Ene.

I really love kano btw, he is such a complex and amazing character, to be honest.

adding one more thing:

he actually regrets in the novel what he did to shintaro, and he intends to apologize for it

Chapter 44: Beware...of a MAN with a broken heart


“Aug-gee I’m scared.” I whispered to AJ hearing Papa throw stuff in the kitchen.

“Me too … I want mommy and daddy.” He whined holding my hand as we sat on the sofa watching TV.

“Did y'all miss Papa?” He said coming towards us with cookies and juice. I didn’t wanna take the cookie off the plate because I was scared but mommy never let’s us have cookies in the morning.

“Where’s mommy and daddy!?” Aug-gee asked smacking on the cookie.

“Mommy is busy and I am your dad, remember?” Papa said looking at Aug-gee in a scary way.

“No daddy look like Aug-gee and they got same name. Your name Trey like uncle’s.” I whispered slowly.

He looked at me slowly yelling in my face like the big blue monster off of Monsters Inc when he scared the kids. Dadsy, me, mommy and Aug-gee always watch that movie. I started crying out loud for daddy because I missed him.

“Don’t hit my sister!” Aug-gee yelled kicking Papa in the leg after he spanked me. Papa fell down and we ran upstairs hiding.

“I wanna go home.” I cried in my big brother’s arms.

“We are Seppie daddy,mommy, uncle Trey, aunt Ny, and my girlfriend aunt Tae is gon find us.” He whispered as we heard Papa looking for us.

Trey B.

I didn’t mean to blow up like that and hit her but I couldn’t stand the fact that the niggah brain washed my kids into calling him daddy. AirRen been blowing my phone up with phone calls and threatening messages. My favorite one, He gon kill you when he find you … If I don’t first. The bitch was delusional and so was that punk ass niggah if he thought he was gon get anywhere near me or my family once I got Ren back too.

“Seppie … AJ?! Papa got some more cookies if you come out!” I bribed attempting to make them come out of hiding. This hotel was only so big but they managed to hide themselves well.

‘Fuck it!’ I thought after an hour of searching. “Y'all can’t hide for long!” I yelled out turning on the TV throwing back the refreshing cold beer resting my eyes.

August (AJ)

Seppie fell asleep on my leg why we was hiding from Papa. I was scared too but daddy always told me I had to be man for Seppie and mommy if he not there. I didn’t love Papa anymore he scared me now. I opened the closet door that we ran into looking for somewhere else to go. I seen a phone by the bed and grabbed it. Mommy dials the numbers for us if we wanna talk to someone but I don’t think it’s hard. I ran back to our hiding place pushing the stinky clothes back in front of us. My school always told us to remember the safety number

“9-1-1” I looked at the numbers but they all looked the same. A picture of mommy popped up and I pressed it and her face got bigger and I seen numbers counting on the side.

“Trey if you fucki-”

“Mommy?” I asked.

“Oh my god! August baby where are you.” I didn’t like hearing mommy cry so I started crying.

“In the closet … Papa hit Seppie… help us mommy.”

I heard daddy’s voice talking, “Hey lil man, daddy gon find y'all. Just stay where y'all at,okay?”


“Where’s Seppie?”

“She sleeping … I protecting her like you said.”

“That’s my man. We gon find y'all son.”

I heard Papa feet moving up the stairs looking for his phone. I ran a put it back before he came back.

“What the hell … hello?” “Niggah you ain’t gon do shit!” “They my kids and that’s my girl carrying my baby” “Yeah I’m sure niggah” “If she get one I’ll bring them to you and leave y'all alone.”


“What did he say?” She asked as I walked back into the house.

“Don’t worry about it.” I snapped.

I swear I wanted to fuck sum shit up. CoCo better be happy she pregnant cuz she definitely would have felt the pain I wanted someone to endure right about now. All she did was either crying or silently rubbing her belly. I know this shit wasn’t her fault but she really gotta start communicating better with ah niggah.

“You know you got some fucked up communication skills,right?” I looked towards her crying her eyes out.

“Look I said I was sorry. I didn’t know he would ever do anything like this.” She cried out from her place on the couch.

“I don’t care what you thought! Either you tell me everything or nothing … and if youn tell me nun I’m taking both of my kids away from you and you and that niggah can have y'all family.” I growled.

“What the fuck you mean? You got three kids and you not taking my babies no where! What they gon do live on a fucking tour bus? The paparazzi don’t even know about them let alone me!” She yelled getting in my face.

“What imma say to them? Girlfriend has two of my kids but got pregnant by a basketball player! That shit sound okay?” I barked looking down at her face.

“So you don’t think I’m carrying your baby?” She whispered lowly.

“Honestly I don’t know … why would this niggah be going so fucking hard over some pussy wit two and a half kids attached to it?” 'Fuck I went too far.’ I realized after she moved out of the room searching for her keys and phone in silence. I didn’t know how to tell her Trey agreed to leave her and our family alone if she DNA test for my baby Co was carrying and I agreed to spare his legs for his career and most importantly his fucked up ass life.


I figured she didn’t want to talk to me after I blew up her phone all day and finally got hit with the this phone is temporarily out of use message. I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself. I cleared out all of the liquor I had stored around the house. I rarely drank unless I was at an event or I was angry but I vowed I wouldn’t drink anymore especially when TJ comes and I get her back.

'Girl you used to feel so bound in my arms *I wish we could touch some more (and it’s eating me alive)I’m sitting, working on this letter (gotta put my feelings down)The first line I write, I was wrongSo wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrongAnd it’s not your faultIt’s so wrong, it’s so wrong, it’s so wrong

[Chorus:] That I fumbled your heart’ I wrote down each word praying for her to come back. I hadn’t realized I was crying until I looked at the wet spots that were spread across the sheet of paper.

“She’s my heart.” I whispered tossing the pad to the floor pulling out the blue tiffany box that held the circular symbol that I wanted to bound us together forever. I didn’t know when the right time was but when I get her back I’m not waiting any longer.

gladlybeyondanyxperience  asked:

Don't ever stop sharing your insights with us.Your thoughts on Home Again echoed my own feelings in regards to how William was dealt with. Especially how wrong it felt to see Scully basically unaffected by the loss,a feeling that grew once I had kids

Thank you - coming from you, this means a lot. :)  

In spite of my feelings towards William, I have NO emotional connection to Emily or that storyline whatsoever. Has anyone even mentioned her since Season 5? She was brought in, Scully was put through hell for a couple of episodes, then they were like, “Nope, Emily was NOT MEANT TO BE. BUH-BYE.” Thoughts? Would love to hear your views on that.

This show’s selective memory kills me. Even with the revival, I find it interesting that Mulder’s abduction and life threatening time in the hospital is being totally ignored. Mulder is a Dark Wizard who may have invented wishing people back from the brink of death, but Mulder was actually DUG UP and eventually saved by Scully’s treatment. Not that that’s important. ;) But Scully may have remembered that tidbit when she asked that question about wishing people back to life….