live-for-the-night

anonymous asked:

so I live in a punk house. one night we were having a show and a known rapist showed up. one of my roommates dragged him out into the street and beat his ass and tbh as a rape survivor (not by the guy who got beat) I was so proud of my friend for doing that.

Nice! The shit got what it deserved

~ mod Petar

John’s Hope

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: John x Reader
Word count: 469
Warnings
: Infertility, angst


It killed you, knowing how much John wanted more kids, but feeling broken. You both did. You’d been trying for a couple years now, and it seemed a wedge was being shoved between you. Stress was wearing on you both.

Laying in bed, you stared at the ceiling. You finally caved and rolled over, looking at the clock. It read 2 am. Your eyes watered as you closed them, crying yourself to sleep.


The next morning, you came downstairs to see him all dressed for work, cooking breakfast. “Morning, sweetheart.” He said softly.

“I’m surprised you remember who I am.” You shot back. “You didn’t seem to remember where you lived last night.” Grabbing a coffee mug, you poured yourself some of the dark beverage. “I thought that we agreed to try last night?” Your eyes were on the mug in front of you on the counter.

John hung his head. “I couldn’t get my hopes up again, that this time we’d get lucky enough.”

Your eyes watered, your insides twisting. “I’m trying, okay?” Your voice cracked. “I’m doing everything the doctor’s been telling me.” The one thing that your body was supposed to be able to just do- and it failed you and your husband. “I’m sorry.” Picking up your coffee, you walked out.

His heart sunk, feeling like shit. He hadn’t meant to make you feel like this was your fault. Getting angry with himself, he through the spatula and sunk to the floor, his back against the oven.


You heard the spatula hit the wall and let out a choked sob, thinking he was angry with you. Part of you wanted to throw in the towel, and admit that you were faulty. Your body just wouldn’t do what it was supposed to, and it was ruining your marriage. The one thing you wanted to give him more than anything, and you couldn’t.

Watching the news, you sipped your coffee, not even really paying attention. “I’m sorry.” Came John’s low voice, making you look over as he sat next to you. “I never meant to make you feel like you were doing anything wrong. Or that this is your fault.”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, John.” You told him sadly. Your voice was just above a whisper. “It’s tearing us apart, and I’m scared I’ll lose you because I’m broken.”

He cupped your cheek. “You are not broken!” He told you firmly. “And you will not lose me.” Hearing such passion in his voice fall in love all over again. “You want to stop trying? We’ll stop. I can’t stand seeing you like this. It’s killing me.”

Setting your coffee down, you held him close. “I love you, John.” You said gently.

“I love you. So much.” He replied, kissing your neck.


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                                          County fair, County fair

                                   everybody in town will be there

                               that roller coaster is ready to drop

Time to hop on thrill rides and eat sugary food until you’re sick. The fair is coming to town! Kicking off the first week of fall, Los Angeles will be hosting the Autumn Carnival. It will take place at the Hippocrene Park. During the day residents can look forward to the tilt-a-whirl, fresh cider, and fair treats. Once the sun goes down and the Ferris Wheel lights the up the sky, the fair will be 18 and up. Alcoholic beverages will be available only after 9 pm. There will be live music performances every night. Thanks to Kade Wilson, the last night of the fair will end with a special guest musician. Anyone and everyone will be there for the last night at least. Everyone is looking forward to this time to cut loose, so go with a group of friends or ask that special someone in your life!

The event will take place on the dash between Sunday September 24th  at 2 PM EST and Sunday October 1st at 4 PM EST. Everyone is expected to participate. Like the storm, the fair will take place on a continuous timeline. Because of the length and nature of the event, not all event threads will be required to take place at the fair. However, we do ask that once the event starts on Sunday, new threads are posted instead of continuing pre-event threads. Your roles can carry on with their usually daily activities and jobs, but should attend the fair. Over the course of the week, every role is required to post at least one open, event related starter. Let’s use this as an opportunity to plot and interact with those our characters might not otherwise run into!

anonymous asked:

12 for soulmate au for colonello

12. Your soulmate is the only person you remember from your past lives. 

You danced all night long in your dreams, your smile from ear to ear as you were spun and brought back into his arms, the upbeat music distracting you from your tired feet and dry throat.  You never wanted to stop dancing.  

Then the alarm went off.

Slamming the palm of your hand down on the machine, you hit the button, turning off the annoying beeping.  You wiped the sleep from your eyes, images of the blonde smiling at you running through your head.  

“I wonder if today will be the day we meet,” you said quietly to your cat, reaching out to scratch under her chin.  “What do you think Jack?” you asked the cat.  “Is today the magical day?”

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chat noir’s nine lives

one.


- the first time chat noir dies, he doesn’t even notice. 

he’s flung a hundred feet into a solid brick wall before everything goes dark. he wakes up in a hospital bed with a sheet over his face and ladybug crying by his bedside.


two. 


- the second time chat noir dies, it’s slow enough for him to realize what death tastes like. 

it floods his mouth, stains his teeth, and numbs his tongue so he can’t find the words to call out for help. it’s sweet enough to make him want to swallow it back and keep fighting, but his stomach won’t let him keep it down and forces him to suffer through the aftertaste that makes his head swim and his vision grow spotty. it drips down his throat and spills past his lips. he wants to be rid of it, but it hurts him to let it go. he wants to stand, but it’s much easier to slip to the ground and sleep. 

maybe he doesn’t taste death. maybe it’s just the blood filling his mouth. 


three. 


- the third time chat noir dies, plagg sits him down and explains that this isn’t immortality. 

adrien listens as he lifts his shirt and stares at the scar today’s bullet wound gave him as a token of his sacrifice. all this time he thought his powers of chaos and destruction had also gifted him a mastery over death. more importantly, he thought he had the opportunity to shut his eyes to fear and be the shield ladybug deserved. she is creation, hope, and life. a light like hers doesn’t deserve to be suffocated before she has a chance to enchant the rest of the world. 

but magic doesn’t make him invincible, and his chivalry has a time limit.


four. 


- the fourth time chat noir dies, he begins to keep track so he doesn’t lose count. 

he marks his deaths in sharpie marker right over his heart so he doesn’t forget who he’s dying for. 

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'Riverdale' Star in Late-Night Car Crash After Working 16-Hour Day
The crash has ignited a firestorm of protest on the set, which requires shoots that last until the early morning hours.

K.J. Apa, 20, who plays Archie in the Warner Bros.-produced Archie Comics adaptation, apparently fell asleep driving the 45-minute trip home after midnight. He was taken to a local hospital for observation and later discharged without serious injuries. His car, however, didn’t fare as well. The passenger side was apparently destroyed after striking a light pole, and the vehicle was rendered inoperable.


The crash has ignited a firestorm of protest on the Riverdale set, sources tell The Hollywood Reporter. The show routinely requires shoots that last until the early morning hours, and the cast and crew are not provided transportation to and from the set. Actor Cole Sprouse, who co-stars as Archie’s pal Jughead and is one of Apa’s close friends, had apparently planned to be in the car as well that night but changed plans at the last minute. Sprouse, a leader of sorts of the actors on the show, has asked that the Greg Berlanti-produced series provide transportation to castmembers working late hours.

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I’m very convinced that my apartment complex is a liminal space or some sort of place you’d hear about in welcome to nightvale

I’ve lived here twice now, the first time I couldn’t wait to get out, but the longer I was away the more I missed it, now here I am and I can’t imagine that anywhere else outside of this place exists or why I would ever want to leave

when I walk at night, sometimes to pick up the mail, it’s completely silent except for the pool filter running that I can somehow hear no matter how far I am away from it

the coke machine by the pool always says it’s out of stock but if you feed it coins, not what’s stickered on the options, just feed it coins until it’s satisfied you’ll get a NuGrape and never any other flavor of soda even though NuGrape isn’t a flavor option

the snack machine is always empty and there’s a colony of moths that live in it

at night there’s always a lit cigarette in the ash tray on one of the patio tables by the pool, the pool is still and the surface of the water is like glass and even though it’s clean and perfect you can’t see the bottom 

the dog park is sort of there, on a good day you’re welcome, on other days you can sort of see it out of the corner of your eye but when you look straight at it, it’s not there. when you look away you see the shine of a chain link fence and a small white dog with his owner, but only for a brief moment

staying in the dog park for an extended period of time, if you manage to get into it, makes you feel sort of like you took a lot of xanax, suddenly everything is warm and fuzzy and you’re so calm and oh wow the wooden bench feels so good and comfortable and the sun is pleasant on your skin even in the 96 degree Mississippi summer, then you wake up and it’s almost dark and your skin is buzzing and you’ve slept through the day so you go back inside and drink a cold glass of sweet tea and try not to think about it

the mailboxes are in front of the main office, the little rectangular area is covered in faded astro turf and reaching into your tiny mailbox feels sort of like reaching into a void, you’re never really sure what you’re going to pull out but there’s a trash can especially for junk mail next to it that’s always full and sometimes you can get coupons out of it but they’re always just a day away from expiring

the apartment next to my first is never inhabited longer than the minimum 6 month lease, I called the police on the old man there because one day I didn’t hear his TV and his little dog never stopped barking and there was this smell seeping through our walls and he had passed away in his recliner but no one can stand to live there and the apartment is always being moved in and out of

the baseball field across the road, just in front of my balcony, sometimes around midnight when I’m sitting outside restless drinking a sweet wine and pruning my pepper plants, the field lights kick on and they’re brighter than the sun and they startle me but there’s no one on the field, it’s a school night, nobody could possibly be at the school and after only a few minutes they cut off and the world is much darker and I have to go inside because I can’t see without the porch light on

there was a murder just a couple weeks ago, near the front of the complexes but somehow no one heard the shotgun go off and the police never explained the situation, the apartment was almost immediately back up for rent and no one but the old lady in the townhouse behind my apartment ever spoke about it

the old lady who knew about the murder is my friend, sometimes we sit outside and talk and listen to the cicadas while she smokes and walks her dogs, all her dogs are blind and old but somehow they know me and even from my balcony they smell me and bark until I come down to pet them, why she’s out at 1am I’m not sure but I only ever see her raking up pine straw and walking her dogs and she’s always making sure I’m safe in storms, I don’t even know her name

the soft sea-green colored laundromat has no clocks and only one barred window, the magazines are years old and there’s a copy of a book about WWII that seems to have appeared out of nowhere over the past couple of weeks. there’s no concept of time, the color of the walls reminds you of the beach and it feels like 1992 and even though there’s nobody ever in the laundromat there’s always wet clothes in the washers and only 2 open on the far side near a broken water cooler and a ponytail palm tree that hasn’t moved or been watered in years, the only dryer that really dries your clothes is old and marked 1984 and smells like propane. if you encounter anyone in the laundromat you may pass completely through them; they can’t see you, you try to greet them but when you expect to bump into them in the close quarters you feel as if you’ve passed through a wall of static and your body buzzes and they go about their business as if they’re alone as well

the maintenance man is ancient an has a tiny dog named Trixie and his name is Ham, he wanders around aimlessly and supposedly goes around and changes the air conditioner filters and smoke alarm batteries but I’ve lived here a total of three years and haven’t had a job so I’m here 24/7 and I’ve never had him ring my doorbell a single time. the filters are always clean though, and the smoke alarm light is blinking green again instead of red, I only ever see him on the patio of the office, looking out over the pool and sipping a NuGrape and feeding his tiny dog pieces of bologna

there’s a man who wanders the grounds at night with a hand-crank radio but there’s nothing on the radio but static and sometimes someone repeating numbers with a strange accent that you can’t make out

stairwells always feel like you’re walking through another dimension and at night it seems like they’re endless, it feels like you’re walking and walking and walking even though I’ve counted and there’s 14 steps it feels like you’re walking up 1000 steps and when you get to the top and look down it feels like you’re on the top floor of a high rise even though there’s no building here with more than two floors

the pine trees creak and groan at night trying to speak to you as you walk by but you can never make it out, I make a note of listening to them but sometimes I feel like it’s something important that I’m missing so I go inside and sip a Riesling until I forget about it

Seven Years || Sebastian Stan

Relationship: Sebastian Stan x AU!Reader

Summary: Sebastian has always been a small part of your life, coming and going every few years. After the countless nights you’d spend together you’d fall more and more for him every time, tonight it no exception. 

Warnings: mild angst, fluff, drinking, age gap (but it’s like a five year one), smut (18+)

Word Count: 2400 words 

A/N: I just wanna apologise for my lack of posting but I started uni a couple weeks ago and it’s been my number one priority and it’s been a lot more hectic than I thought it would be so I will try to post as much as I can I promise and I’m so sorry again! xx

I also used this picture from TIFF as inspiration and I’m super angry that as a Torontonian I have not met him

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do i wanna know?

a/n: oh god, schools been killing me - about one coffee away from a nervous breakdown, so sorry for not being as active. here’s a gift, i love you! 

synopsis: a love sick fool - a love sick, lust sick puppy dog Shawn is. He’s gonna call you, nothing like drunk calling your ex.

warnings: nsfw.- slight smut at one part

Originally posted by shavvnsmendes

“Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? 
‘Cause I always do 
Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I’ve thought it through” - arctic monkeys, do i wanna know? 


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a doodle of MOB•U to tell you that apparently the thing that compress trash is the toobox he brings with him and also that I will be dying again next to my laptop trying to write this second essay

Sugar Daddy!

Aizawa: Why does this shit always happen to you guys?


Momo: Aizawa-sensei! You can’t talk like that! Not in front of the child!


Aizawa: That’s exactly the problem, Yaoyorozu! Why the hell is Midoriya a child?


Izuku *one year old*: [indistinguishable but adorable baby noises]


The entire class: AWWW!


Mina: Alright, it’s decided! I am taking care of him! *gets slapped away by something long and pink*


Tsuyu *retrieving her tongue*: Mina-chan, I think it will too stressful for you. I have experience with children. I can care for Izu-chan until he turns back to normal.


Momo: N-nonsense! It is mostly my fault that he is in this state, so it is my responsibility to take care of him!


Uraraka *innocent and not so much whistling*: He seems most comfortable with me though.


Kyouka: I babysit quite a lot. Plus, I can actually live with night shouting. So… I guess, I could do it!


Mei: Ladies, ladies, you all are missing the point. *pulls out the machine from hell* The baby will never be safer with anyone other than me!


Hagakure: Wouldn’t your machines hurt him?


Mei: Oh please, I was raised by the machines! And just look how I turned out!


Momo: That’s exactly the problem!


Aizawa: Hey, where is Todoroki?


Todoroki *bursts through the door, dressed in All Might suit with a bunch of All Might plush toys*: Come here, Izuku.


[IT IS SUPER EFFECTIVE!]


Izuku: Waaah! *crawls towards Todoroki and hugs AM plus toy*


Todoroki: Sorry, guys. *shamelessly and smugly walks to his room*


???: THAT SON OF A BITCH!


*Everyone looks at Bakugou*


Bakugou: That wasn’t me, you fuckrags! *points at the true culprit*


Everyone: URARAKA-SAN?