losing friends

anonymous asked:

Just curious, but are you still working on that un controlled jack whos being whored out? And gabe not knowing but jack not allowed to say anything, wen i read the little wip drabble you had on it i was hooked

Hi, Anon!  I haven’t given up hope of completing that story, but currently it’s stuck and I’ve been working on other things, so I can’t promise anything.

But in the meantime, I can share what I’ve got so far.  Subject to change, of course, but here you go!

“Gotta get pretty for the bosses?” Gabriel teases him—mocks him, really, these days—whenever he catches Jack getting ready for a sub-committee meeting.

It’d be better if Gabe just pulled a gun and shot at him, honestly.  Every time, it comes out a little nastier, Gabriel only growing more bitter with every passing day.  Jack knows he’s slowly losing his friend, but his lips are sealed.  They’ve got him bound in gag orders and carefully unspecified threats.  He can’t even explain to the man who most deserves to know that all the primping and polishing is under orders, let alone that the position Gabe’s eating himself alive over has become…this.

Nothing Gabe would want, that’s for damn sure.

He knows the figure he cuts as he strides through the halls of the Geneva Office, blond hair and brass trim gleaming, UN-blue coat swaying around his calves, ballistic ceramic-coated boots ringing against the marble floors.  The armor stays off for a formal meeting, but the boots are part of the uniform and they lend a sense of ‘active duty’ that adds a certain something to his image.  People step out of his way, turn to stare as he passes them.  He walks with a measured stride he’s perfected with long practice, brisk but unhurried, exuding confidence and calm.  Overwatch Strike Commander Jack Morrison, on his way to answer to the chosen representatives of the people of the world.

The small amphitheater is one of the smaller 'cozy’ meeting spaces in the building.  Even at that, it’s sheathed in understated splendor, paneled in carved tropical woods and beaded mosaics in homage to the cultures of Oceania.  Jack walks down the ramp to the crescent shaped floor in the center and turns to face the 15 members of the United Nations Sub-Committee on Oversight of the Overwatch Initiative.  The Chair is the only one sharing the presentation space.  The others occupy the first two levels of chairs surrounding them.

“Strike Commander Morrison,” the Chair acknowledges him, the ring of his Belgian accent flattened by the carpeted, sound-baffled room.  It’s not Gabrielle Adawe, anymore.  She’s moved onward and upward as a liaison to the Security Council these days.  This would never have happened on her watch.

“Sir.”  Jack snaps to attention.  The committee may be made up of low-lifes, but disrespect to them is punished.  He made the mistake of telling them exactly what he thought of them when they first started this.  The lesson they gave him was memorable, and then they warned him that they’d take it out on his people if he did it again.

“We have discussed your latest report,” The Chair says. “You have been inventive, recently.”

That isn’t a compliment.  Jack grits his teeth and braces for the follow-up.

“You seem to need reminding of who you belong to.”  The Chair spreads his legs and points to the floor between them. “On your knees.”

Jack takes the few steps forward and sinks to the carpet, sweeping his coat tails out behind him.  The Chair grabs Jack by the hair and pulls.  "Suck, Strike Commander.“

Jack closes his eyes, ignores the contempt, and lets his mouth fall open, unresisting as he’s tugged forward to meet the Chair’s dick.  The picture of obedience, that’s what they want from him.  With his eyes closed, they can’t see how badly he wants to draw his sidearm and blow them all away.

jacquelineshyde  asked:

What do you think of Jackie's "future" in 'It's a Wonderl Life'?

This is Eric’s imagination. He only knows Jackie as Kelso’s girlfriend and nothing else. For him, she’s some lame girl that is always being dragged into Kelso’s web no matter what to the point he doesn’t even remember that Jackie had big obvious crush on Hyde that almost made his best friend lose his place at Eric’s house.

Eric is hurt during this dream, he’s depressed and thinking only about himself. I know there’s people that like to take this episode as some sort of canon, that he really was visited by an Angel that showed him the alternate universe in which he didn’t kiss Donna, but for me is obvious that it wasn’t the case.

I will talk a little about Donna, Hyde/Donna (yikes, yikes) and Eric/Donna to make my point clear.

Donna would had never accepted Hyde. Her feelings for Eric weren’t born from that one kiss. She has liked him for a while, just like Eric has liked her since forever. That’s the point of their relationship. But since Eric is hurt, he is blind to the good things of his relationship with her and the fact that, even if they are broken up, Donna loves him. Their problem is that they want different things at the moment.

Had Hyde been waiting for her, then it meant he was there when she came back home AFTER the kiss. So what? Wouldn’t he try to kiss her anyway? Boy, that arc could been resolved way earlier then. We all saw what happened when Hyde FORCED HIMSELF on her. He got slapped, rejected, and told he was an ass.

Just like that, this theory of it being real falls down. 

Donna not kissing wouldn’t had affected Jackie at all. She would had tried her best to bond with Donna because that’s what she wanted since the pilot, to be friends with her. If Donna hadn’t start dating Eric since the beginning, then they would talk about him and what can Donna do, and probably about Hyde since he would had been probably the worst to be around at the moment, thinking he has a chance with poor Donna who simply DOESN’T WANT HIM.

She would had rejected Hyde, Kelso would have cheated on Jackie and she would had run to Hyde, who would take her to prom so she would shut the fuck up (and just because I can, I think Donna would had asked Eric to go with her to prom herself), Jackie would hero worship him later, they would had gone to that date… 

But in that dream, it’s Eric’s world. And everything is about him. He has his relationship with Donna in a pedestal, and he believes they are the perfect couple. When they are not together, then there’s no love in the world and everyone’s lifes are horrible, especially his and Donna’s (also, let’s not talk how Eric actually sees Hyde /: What a bad friend, to be honest).

It’s pretty selfish of him. He doesn’t know Jackie and he only pictures her as the worst and considers her pathetic (and himself superior), that’s why she is pathetic and a mess in his dream.

intensestargazing  asked:

I would like to ask you for help or guidance if you find some time to answer I would be very grateful. I am losing my dear friend, she's been avoiding me since 5 months for no apparent reason, she doesn't answer my text messages, calls or anything, sometimes she just writes "ok" or "fine" but we haven't meet since many months and I was trying to understand why she wants to break our friendship. I didn't hurt her and I am so confused and I miss her. Is there anything I can do?

Awe I’m sorry darling but sometimes friendships just fade away, or people grow apart. She may also just be very busy or dealing with something on her own, try not to take it personally and just focus on yourself and those you still have in your life :)!
Be selective about who you spend your time on and who you give your energy to, and always remember that people are mirrors and their actions are a reflection of themselves. I’m sure anyone would be delighted to have you as a friend! 🌸✨

You know what? Stop calling anything besides and actual, edible cinnamon roll, your “precious cinnamon roll child uwu” because all people, all characters, all historical figures, etc. HAVE FLAWS. If you only see the good in the “characters” from Hamilton, you completely miss the act that every character, besides one, had slaves. They helped slavery grow, and even profited from it. If you see only the good in characters from Dear Evan Hansen, you completely erase the entire story. If you refuse to accept the flaws in characters, you will stop accepting flaws in people. When you stop accepting people’s flaws, you lose your friends, and you stop accepting your own flaws. You ignore them until they’re a huge problem. I am officially going back and deleting every cinnamon roll post I have on my blog because this is getting ridiculous.

When you loose a best friend, it’s worse than breaking up with a boyfriend. Because you lose more than a heart, you lose a little bit of yourself.
—  M.
It actually kills me when we don’t talk, it kills me when you ignore me, it kills me when you’re busy with your life.
I miss you. That doesn’t change. It’ll never change. No matter how much I seem to ‘move on’, I will never stop missing you.
—  another-broken-hello
on losing friends-
— 

sometimes we lose friends and i don’t know what is more painful - 
them walking out of our lives slowly,
day by day, minute by minute 
or 
them running out of it like
we are the fire and they are covered in gasoline.

 
what’s more painful?
losing a bit of them daily?
or
waking up and suddenly realizing
that they left in the middle of the night
without even looking back once?

I guess feeling friends fade away from your life hurts. It hurts because you don’t connect with people often but with them it just clicked. It hurts because you could feel the distance growing. They stopped texting you as often. You felt you were annoying them. You watched them post on social media with their new friends, and felt a pocket of envy in your stomach. It is so much harder to let go of someone when you are a quiet person like myself, when you know that friendships do not come often or easily. They do not sprout like flowers. They are rare occurrences, like twins, the Grand Canyon, or dogs with two different coloured eyes. So I am sorry, my friend, that my friendship did not satisfy you, and I’m sorry my friendship to you wasn’t as rare an occurrence as yours was to me. I’m sorry you got bored of me, I’m sorry we grew apart.
—  fading friendships
One by one they slowly fade away. Don’t hope. Don’t hope for a even minute that they won’t. They all do.
—  another-broken-hello
on losing friends-
— 


sometimes we lose friends and i don’t know what is more painful -

them walking out of our lives slowly,
day by day, minute by minute
or
them running out of it like
we are the fire and they are covered in gasoline.

 
what’s more painful?
losing a bit of them daily?
or
waking up and suddenly realizing
that they left in the middle of the night
without even looking back once?

An Open Letter To My Former Best Friend...

Dear Stranger,

I miss you. I miss texting you about every single stupid thing that happens in my life. I miss laughing with you and all of our inside jokes. I miss looking over at you and knowing exactly what you are thinking. I miss your family and the way you used to fill me in on their daily happenings and what crazy, judgmental things they said this time. I miss knowing that, at the end of the day, I had you– that when push came to shove, no matter how bad the situation might be, I knew you would be there. I miss my person, my other half and my best friend.

I hate that when people ask me how you are doing, and I genuinely don’t know. I hate that our conversations that once used to be so natural and seemingly endless are now just formal “how-do-you-do’s,” and “hope-you’re-doing-well’s.”

I hate that your face, the face I was so accustomed to seeing almost every single day, has become just another one in the crowd. I hate that we no longer speak, and that when we do, all of our conversations are awkward and now start with “OMG! I haven’t talked to you in forever!”

I’m mad at us for letting our friendship become this far gone. What happened? How did we not see this coming? How did we not feel ourselves starting to drift? I am mad at us for not fighting harder for the friendship that we had. It wasn’t like most friendships. It was the kind of friendship that neither of us could have anticipated coming to an end. It was us against the world, and now it is nothing. I am mad at us for letting it become nothing but a collection of memories.

I am sad because I don’t even know where to go from here. I don’t know what there is to be said. Nothing really happened to make it change, so how would we fix it? How do I make this horrible yearning for you go away? How do I shake the dreadful feeling of knowing that my best friend is no longer just a phone call away? We don’t even know each other anymore. How do we find a way to fall back together just as easily as we fell apart?

I hate that it probably can’t be fixed. I am hurt that you will probably never again be a huge part of my life. It hurts that when I threw my first housewarming party at the home my fiancé and I just bought, you weren’t there. That when I look around on my wedding day at all the faces in the crowd, it will hurt just as badly then as it does now to find that yours may not be there. But what hurts the most, and what I’m most scared of, is that you probably don’t even care at all. I am scared that maybe you haven’t noticed my absence in your life, or that maybe you have, but it just doesn’t matter to you.

I’m not naïve… I know that you have by now replaced me. I am scared that you don’t look back on our friendship as fondly as I do. I’m scared that our lack of a future doesn’t hurt you just as badly as it hurts me. I’m scared that you don’t miss me as much as I miss you.

However, even if that is the case, I like to hope that we will find our way back to each other, no matter how unlikely that now seems. I will never stop caring about you and wishing you well in life. I will silently smile from a distant sideline as you go out into the world and kick ass.

You will always hold a special place in my heart, even though I may no longer hold one in yours. I will never stop looking back on our friendship fondly and will always only have kind things to say.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I do know one thing is for certain, I will never find another friend like the friend I found in you. Thank you for everything. I miss you more than you could ever possibly know.

All the best,

Your Former Best Friend