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After Everything

Lafayette x Reader
Request: Can I have a request of where LAF cheats on the reader, (fuck I need angst) and maybe a second part AND A HAPPY PART THE HAPPY PART
TW: Cheating, Betrayal (any other one’s please let me know!)
A/N: I’m sorry this is so smol guys!! The inspiration for it hit me on the train this morning and I was like OH MY GOSH I NEED TO DO THIS NOW. But yeah part two should be coming soon not exactly sure when but for now here is my angst (hopefully I am getting better at angst). Thank you for reading!! Xx
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Tears dry on your face and eyes throbbing, you sat at the kitchen table, waiting for your boyfriend to return home from work. You picked up your phone again and opened up the iMessage app, scrolling through the incriminating text messages once again. At the sound of keys at the front door, you threw it down in front of you, disgusted.
“(Y/N), are you home, cher?” Gilbert’s voice filled the silent apartment as he shut the door and made his way toward the kitchen. “Ouch!” You heard him exclaim as he tripped over the back pack you had packed and left by the door. “What is this doing here?”
You bit your lip to keep from crying as he finally made it to the kitchen. “Hello, Gilbert.”
His eyes widened at your disheveled appearance as he rushed over to kneel by your side. “Amour, what’s going on? What happened?”
As he reached to take your hand, you jerked it away. “Don’t touch me, you pretentious prick.” You hissed.
Eyebrows knitting together in confusing, Gilbert slide into the chair across from you. “Why are you speaking like that?”
You gave a bitter laugh, unlocked your phone, and slid it across the hardwood surface towards him. “The software update must have turned my number on in your settings for places to send and receive messages from.”
Gilbert’s eyes widened as he picked up the phone and read the messages from the unlisted number that had began showing up on your screen that Monday morning. A picture of a hickey, slowly beginning to fade. A long text about how “great last night was” and that “if you ever wanted to do it again name a time and a place”. But no responses from Gilbert. “(Y/N), let me-”
You stood up, ready to move towards the door. “No, you don’t get to explain. You knew what happened in my previous relationship! How he treated me like his world and come to find out there was never more than one week during the year we were together that he wasn’t sleeping around.” Looking at him with an icy stare, you continued through gritted teeth. “I trusted you, Gil.”
He stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders. “This is a misunderstanding, (Y/N)! You aren’t giving me a chance. I would never-”
With a scoff, you pulled out of his grip and began your walk to your bag. “That’s what he told me when I began to suspect that something was going on, you know. I’m not an idiot.”
“Where are you going?” Gilbert was right behind you, his anxiety radiating through the room.
“Anywhere but here, I can’t be near you right now.”
“So, is this it? You’re just going to walk away without even giving me the benefit of the doubt?” His hand reached out to grab your shoulder again.
Spinning on your heel, you shoved him away. “Shut the hell up! What kind of benefit of the doubt can I even attempt to give you when you lied to me about where you were going last night and there are pictures of what you did on my phone?” You picked up your backpack and pulled it onto your shoulders. “You slept with another woman, Gilbert. Call me old fashioned or whatever but I’m a firm believer of only doing that with someone you really truly love. I made a mistake in my last relationship, and I thought that maybe this time I had finally found someone who loved me as much as I loved him. I guess I was wrong, because you threw that all out the window the minute you said yes to her.”
Tears pooled in his eyes as Gilbert looked down at you. “Are you saying that all of this, these past two years, have been a mistake?”
Your anger taking the best of you, you stared him down as you moved toward the door. “Yes. Loving you was a mistake because you have completely shattered me. I don’t know who to fricking trust any more, and I have you to thank for that.”
The silence that rang after your answer stung. Your boyfriend looked at you with a cluster of emotions painting his face. “Do you expect me to let you leave without talking this out?”
“Well, yeah, it’s a free country. I can do what I want.”
His eyes closed slowly, reopening when he had picked his words. “You know that I love you with all of my heart, (Y/N). Please, if you just let me explain what happened, you won’t regret it.”
You pursed your lips, considering your options. You loved the man in front of you more than anything and it would take everything in your power to leave him here without letting him explaining himself. On the other hand, he had hurt you even with the knowledge he had about your past, and that was unacceptable. “I have to leave, Gilbert.”
Gilbert’s eyes widened. “(Y/N), it doesn’t have to-”
Reaching for the door knob, you looked over your shoulder. “I need time. Please, give me at least that.”
His hands slid into his back pockets. “Is this it then?”
Your heart rate picked up. “I… I don’t really know. I just know that I can’t stay here.”
“Then let me pack my stuff and I’ll go-”
“No, Gilbert, stop. I’m going.” And with that, you crossed the threshold and let the door slam behind you. After you had jogged down the stairs and out of the building, you broke down in the car for the fourth time that day, unsure of where to go.

anonymous asked:

Im a different anon.. but tama tonga smut is needed.. There is none.... So like maybe one where he is in NJPW and the reader (girl) is in WWE and she wins the raw womens championship (she is in the bullet club and Anderson and gallows are kinda like her valets) so Tama tonga gets jealous when she jumps in gallows arms (cuz the reader is tall) (there aren't a lot of fanfiction where the girl is tall) ( im talking 5"10) and so when he comes home he teaches her a lesson dirty the better <3

fine fine fine fine fine people fine
i will write tama. and it will be good. because tama deserves more.

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11x06 “Our Little World”
“You said you were close. Dean how did she get away?”

Oh Dean… Just be honest with them. They suspect something already, maybe even know the answer: Cause you couldn’t. And even if ou couldn’t say more than that. Just that you couldn’t would be better than deflecting. End of story? It rather feels like the beginning of one… And Cas’ little headmotion and slight squiny eyes  I just love both and I actually have to somewhat smile to myself about Sam, because even though he’s exchanging conspiring looks with Cas here, somehow I just can’t not headcanon him looking back and forth between Dean and Cas and thinking “No, no, no please don’t fight”, “Okay you won’t stop, uhmm, I’ll just disapppeeeeeaaaar somewhere now, byeee”.

NICK JONAS - CHAINSAW (LYRICS)

[Intro]
I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long

[Verse 1]
Walk in the house, lights are off
In the closet by the door, there’s your coat
I wasn’t thinking of you before
Too many rooms in this house, so I keep going out
What the hell is that about?
We gotta find a way to be okay

[Chorus]
And maybe I’ll just take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’m gonna break the fucking china
Cause it’s just one more reminder you’re gone, you’re gone

[Verse 2]
When I get home, TV on
Drink in my glass, better make it strong
Some nights wanna fill this space
A tight dress and a pretty face
Keep finding things that you left on purpose
Did you plan that your timing’s perfect?
Gotta find a way to be okay

[Chorus]
Maybe I’ll just take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’m gonna break the fucking china
Cause it’s just one more reminder you’re gone, you’re gone

[Post-Chorus]
We were building brick by brick
Now it’s just a quicksand home, yeah
So I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long

[Bridge]
I could put a sign in the lawn
But it’d mean that I would wanna let you go
And I don’t wanna let you go
I could put a sign in the lawn
But it’d mean that I would wanna let you go
And I don’t wanna let you go

[Chorus]
I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’ll burn everything that binds us
Take a lighter to the mattress you left, oh no

[Post-Chorus]
We were building brick by brick
Now it’s just a quicksand home, yeah
So I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
Yeah, so long