maybe i'll get around to actually getting this put on me

Oh, you had me living a lie for a year? Maybe I'll just go ahead and dismantle every aspect of your life.

Well I was had! I been took! I been hoodwinked! Bamboozled! Led astray! Run amok!

This is a trailer trash roller coaster. All aboard!

The Lies

I thought I was in a slightly tumultuous but overall fun relationship for a year. I had gotten out of a 12 year relationship when I met Fuckboi, he was so charming and handsome I thought I won the lottery! He was super pushy about saying “I love you” first and defining our relationship. He introduced me to his family. His niece started calling me Auntie. He tells me about his 3 children and their mothers and lies about how the mother of his oldest hates him and is keeping him away from the kid.

But then things started getting weird. His “ex” started calling all the fucking time, multiple times a day. They had children together, but the grandmother had custody the lie I was told to make it seem normal was that both of them had jobs where they traveled a lot, so they signed legal guardianship over to the g-ma to make schooling & emergency issue easier. Then she moved down to the city we were loving in for “work training”. Then she was moving down permanently without the kids. When I asked why the kids weren’t coming, the lie I was told they need to stay in the same school Um, they are 6 and 4 I’d say staying with parents is more important at that age than their peer group. It was weird, but I’m the cool girlfriend and it wasn’t my place to tell them where their daughters should live.

His “work” was in the cannabis industry, kind of. He worked with the “ex” brother in law going to legal states, buying pounds at a time and trafficking it via USPS. So, when he tells me he’s going to Oregon I think nothing of it.

After a week in Oregon, a lot of stories aren’t adding up, like his phone is always dead even though he carries a power bank with him. THEN one of his “friends” starts posting cuddled up selfies with him. I quickly put 2 and 2 together and dump him for cheating on me with this chick in Oregon.

The Truth

After I dumped him I made a messy facebook post on his wall, which the mother of his oldest child sees and she contacts me and lays out the truth!

He never contacts his oldest daughter, even though he has her cellphone. No one is keeping him from her.

  • He owes $20k in back child support for her, as he has never once made a payment and he moves around a lot & works under the table, so the mother was never able to collect garnishments or anything.
  • He has a huge criminal record starting with rape he committed at age 15, and then a lifetime of fraud, larceny and drug charges I knew nothing about!
  • His “ex” who moved to our city was his girlfriend of 9 years who was very much still in a relationship with him
  • They willingly gave up the 2 children because they preferred to use drugs; him - heroin, her - pills
  • There is a FOURTH child!?!?!?! He and the mother conspired to pin the paternity on another poor sap and it’s been 17 years now that this other man has been paying for a kid that is not his
  • I was his side chick
  • His family knew and played along in the lie and included their 10 and 16 year old children in the lie!
  • His chick in Oregon is actually his starcrossed lover from childhood! And every time they would try to be together one or the other would end up in jail!
  • The Oregon chick ALSO has a criminal record highlights include criminally negligent homicide from a DUI where she killed her passenger, fraud, larceny, drug charges

This shocked me, so I paid for a criminal background check which is how I learned of their records.

The Revenge

I PROFUSELY thanked the ex for telling me the truth about the situation. I mulled on it for a bit trying to convince myself to simply consider myself lucky and just walk away with my dignity intact. But then he’d be winning and I knew I had everything in my power to come down on him like Thor’s hammer.

  • I gave the ex ALL of his info - SSN, State ID#s, current and past known addresses. With this she contacted her state’s Child Support Services.
  • He now will have his Drivers license revoked and can’t get one no matter the state he moves to until he is current with his past payments.
  • If he ever gets a real job 25% of his wages will be garnished
  • He now has a warrant for his arrest in the state his oldest kid lives.
  • He’s trying to play house with his new GF and contacted the mother of his oldest to arrange a meeting with his kid and his gf’s child. The mother is “playing nice” and pretending it’s a-go and he is planing a trip to visit the daughter. He will not see her, at the “meeting” he will be seeing the police and they will arrest him for failure to pay, and he won’t get out of jail until he pays a sizable chunk of the $20,000 past-due PLUS bail!
  • I gave the ex his info THE DAY BEFORE his federal tax refund was set to go out, She was fast enough at getting his info to CSS that they INTERCEPTED his full tax refund and now he has for the first time paid for something for his child.
  • His past due child support is also going on his credit report
  • I know the name of the business his ex brother in law owns and uses to launder his drug trafficking money, I dropped a dime to the IRS. So, he’s losing his only steady income soon and can’t get a job a Walmart due to his criminal record, and if he DOES manage to find someone that hires without criminal background checks he will lose ¼ of his paycheck.
  • I told this story to two of my “hacker” friends and they got into contact with hackers more talented than themselves and are now going to “take care of” a few more things for me, like finding the guy who was conned into paying for a kid that’s not his.
Xiumin as your boyfriend

- headcanons that nobody asked for but everyone wants 11/10

The Beginnings:

  • He strikes me as the type of person to want to have a pretty steady bond with someone before dating them.
  • You two would likely start out as good if not flirty friends, but after some time he’d give in to his feelings and take you on a date.
  • It’d be something simple but cute, either Starbucks or a walk in the park and then going to a food-truck. Idk anything he thinks up on the spot that means you’d get to know each other better so probs not a movie.

After dating a while:

  • Somehow he’d know everything about you, since he’s such a trustworthy person you’d end up telling him new random little things about you most every day.
  • Speaking of trustworthy, you’d have only one Relationship Groundrule: no getting jealous unless there was something to be jealous about.
  • Meaning, he wouldn’t care who your friends are, you wouldn’t care who he’s hanging with, neither of you would ever be worried about the other cheating etc.
  • He’s just such an honest and sincere person I can’t imagine him ever not taking a relationship seriously and fucking behind your back.
  • For your first anniversary he’d take you somewhere special, maybe even splash out on a weekend away or something romantic.
  • He’d constantly feel guilty when he has to leave for tour or concerts, even if he would only be gone a couple days.
  • Even after you reassure him you don’t mind and that you’d soon see each other again, he’d pout and cuddle into you. He misses you and wants to be with you all the time.
  • This is a good time to mention; he is quite clingy.
  • Minseok would cherish and crave being with you. He’s not intense to be with like the beagle line thankfully, he’s gentle and relaxing to have around.
  • Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his moments.
  • Every now and then he has a “mad 5 minutes” and he laughs and teases and pokes you, making a total bellend of himself tbh whilst you try and fail to keep a straight face.

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No-no, lance with a fake mermaid tail that he wears in the water and entertaining kids. A hose that constantly provides air so he can stay underwater for long periods of time. Swimming with peaceful fish in a large tank.

Okay I absolutely LOVE THIS so give me an entire Voltron aquarium AU

  • Voltron Aquarium was owned by Alfor, but he retired and his best friend Coran took over
  • His daughter Allura wanted to take over because she studies zoology but she’s still young and in school and Alfor wants her to graduate ,so Coran takes over so he knows his staff will still be taken care of
  • Allura still plays a huge part, she’s one of their best animal handlers and she teaches a lot of programs for local schools
  • Shiro is their primary physician for the animals, so he and Allura usually work together a lot to see if problems are medical or behavioral and just generally make sure the animals are happy and healthy
  • Hunk works there too, as a sort of grounds keeper and technician to make sure the outdoor displays look nice, the exhibits have proper lighting and temperatures and space and nothing is broken
  • And during the summer they offer boat tours! They have a boat they keep at a local marina and Hunk drives the boat while Allura teaches programs
  • Pidge can’t work there because she’s still in high school, but she volunteers there every weekend bc she’s a huge nerd
  • Sometimes she helps Allura teach programs and she knows all the animals and could babble about their ecosystems for hours
  • Keith is a marine biology and environmental science student at the local college and is there basically all the time because he has a membership that gets him free admission
  • Shiro is his best friend from childhood and they both grew up on the beach and developed a love for aquatic life so they both study it
  • So Keith goes there to hang out with Shiro, lend a hand when it’s needed bc he knows the whole staff and aquarium pretty well, but mostly he just hangs out by his favorite exhibits while doing homework
  • A local extremist “animal rights” group and publication called GALRA holds protests outside the aquarium saying that holding animals in captivity is wrong
  • The staff is annoyed and Pidge fights them a lot bc they work with a lot of conservation groups to create animal welfare programs and protect water rights, and their animals are all well taken care of with appropriate exhibits
  • Nevertheless GALRA is loud and public, and so they notice they’ve been losing money, especially on the days when the protestors are there
  • So they need a big new idea that can bring people in, but it has to be something they can be public about without GALRA condemning them and making things even worse
  • Hunk is the one who suggests it, he knows his neighbor is obsessed with ocean life and is a professional mermaid
  • It’s perfect because the aquarium needs a non-animal based exhibit and Lance has been struggling to make ends meet
  • He works during the day as a fitness instructor, and he’s studying at the community college nearby, but the mermaid thing is mostly just a hobby that he and his partner Plaxum do every once in a while
  • He and Plaxum get hired as a mermaid duo to perform shows fairly regularly
  • Keith shows up one day and notices it’s really crowded and is like ???? because he doesn’t know of any new exhibits or anything
  • So he goes exploring and sees one of the pools is occupied by two people
  • He looks around and there’s no staff around, are these people trespassing? So he goes over and starts telling Lance that guests can’t just jump into the pool, and there’s a crowd gathering so he needs to get out before he gets in huge trouble
  • Lance just looks all confused, then laughs and is like “Come back in 20 minutes”
  • So Keith gets all annoyed and leaves but he can’t help it, he’s curious, so he comes back later to see that these people are still in the pool, only now he notices they have mermaid tails and are putting on a whole show
  • And look, Lance may have just been doing this mostly as a hobby, but dang if he isn’t good at it
  • Turns out Lance is studying ecology and biology and like wow, he knows what he’s talking about
  • He and Plaxum look so graceful performing these shows, and he is really good at charming the audience and putting on a very convincing act while also teaching kids about marine ecology
  • At first Keith thinks it’s silly but I mean, Lance is very attractive and the mermaid costume is doing wonders for him
  • And Lance has his whole mermaid act, so he is very sassy and fun and teases Keith when he gets caught staring at them and pretending not to be invested
  • But like he’s clearly there with Plaxum and so he kinda just observes from afar
  • Except he’s there late one day, and sees Lance leaving after a show, and Keith realizes this is his first time seeing Lance with clothes, and his hair is dry and kinda curly from the water, and he looks tired but so so cute
  • So Keith is like whoaaa okay run away but nope, Lance sees him and starts up a conversation
  • And it turns out the mermaid persona is like, exactly that, a persona? And Lance is actually very sweet and soft-spoken and nice and wow Keith is done for
  • Keith just so happens to start hanging around the aquarium during every show, and Lance is an oblivious idiot who thinks he’s there to watch Plaxum and be a fish nerd
  • Cue some good old fashioned mutual pining
  • Until one day, Keith is hanging around waiting for Shiro to clock out and notices Hunk talking to Lance
  • So Keith starts to walk over and Lance doesn’t notice and Keith overhears him talking about how cute some guy is and how he’s there all the time but he only ran into him the one time and he can’t be flirting while doing a show
  • Keith is all :( because Lance likes someone else
  • And Lance still doesn’t notice him and is like “I don’t even know his name! I just call him cute mullet boy with the red jacket in my head” and like
  • Cue Hunk looking behind Lance to Keith, with his mullet and his red jacket and a freaking lightbulb goes off
  • So Hunk is like “His name is Keith” and Lance is like ?!?!?! you know him?! Can you introduce me?
  • So Hunk is like ummmm introduce yourself
  • And Lance turns around and realizes Keith has been eavesdropping and wow they are both very gay
  • So they start dating and they’re the ocean’s greatest power couple
  • Anyways Lance’s exhibit does wonderfully and GALRA can’t fight them on it and the protestors stop showing up so business is doing really well
  • And it’s happy and gay and mermaids bring everyone together!
  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.
without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the fact it’s the job and nothing more.

 It’s hard because Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.

 Derek’s team have been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.

 Stiles is across the restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s sitting across from.

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natasha-baggins  asked:

Could you do “Are you wearing my shirt?” with Eggsy please?

Yes, definitely! If it isn’t clear by now, I think Eggsy is great. I have to say though, my first thought when I saw this is probably not what you intended (I lowkey thought of Eggsy just straight up wearing a blouse and I had to leave my computer for a second. I have no idea what is wrong with my brain.) Anyways.

Laundry Day (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Summary: Unfortunately, you’re one of many that dislikes laundry. You have a habit of leaving it till the last minute. Thus, you run out of shirts to wear and borrow one of Eggsy’s, since you both share Harry’s house it was far more convenient than just doing your laundry. You didn’t think it would be a very big deal.

Word Count: 1072

Warnings: From now on, just expect swearing in Eggsy imagines. Okay? He says the f word in basically every sentence throughout both movies.

Prompts: #42, in the ask. Taken from my prompt list here (Make some more requests everyone! I have the writing bug this weekend)


Your morning started the same way it always does: ignoring your alarm for five minutes, finally sitting up, groggily stumbling around your room, and eventually finding your way to the closet. However, as you slammed open the two doors, you were met with a significant lack of clean clothes. You thought back to where all of your clean clothes could have been. Surely you had done laundry last wee-

“Shit,” you said, realizing that you had not, in fact, done laundry last week.

You groaned and turned on your heel, heading down the hall toward Eggsy’s room. Once there, you opened the door to find that he wasn’t in his room at the moment. Perfect.

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in which junior prom is a thing and michelle is having fun at the thing, which may or may not be because peter parker is her date, but shhhhh.

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight (THIS ONE!) | nine

  • when michelle was younger, she didn’t exactly have a lot of suitors knocking down her door. none of her classmates were leaving cute notes in her locker or asking her to be their valentine. so maybe michelle is feeling a little nervous as she sits in front of the mirror on friday night. prom night.
  • 6:07
  • prom is in the gym of midtown high. everyone agreed to leave her apartment at seven because who needs to show up on time? unless you’re cindy and you’re working the prom, but they don’t have that concern. everyone is supposed to arrive at her house at six thirty for snacks and prom pictures™. which means peter should be arriving in approximately eight minutes if his previous history is any indication.
  • she takes a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror. her mother absolutely adored the red of her dress. so she took the lead with everything else prom related. she’s wearing her mom’s red heels from the nineties and her mom’s bold red lipstick from…well…from sephora, she thinks?
  • she doesn’t ask her mom about date nights with her dad. that’s just…weird.
  • anyway
  • michelle knows she looks beautiful. but part of her is worried. because, well, her previous crushes haven’t always thought so and she’s nervous that, despite all the signs she’s hoping that she’s reading correctly, peter only likes her as a friend.
  • “michelle.” her father calls from outside her bedroom door. “peter is here.” he slowly opens the door, sticking his head around. his smile spreads wide and bright across his face as he walks over to his daughter. “mj, honey, you look beautiful.” he hugs her tightly and mj smiles into his shoulder. she really loves her dad. but oh god, is he crying again?
  • “dad! you promised!” she pushes him away, hitting him lightly on the shoulder, though she’s chuckling with a bright grin on her face.
  • “I know, I know!” he wipes his tears quickly and takes a deep breath. “but it’s just you and I here, so it’s okay. I won’t cry in front of your boyfriend.” he draws out the word in a song and shakes his shoulders from side to side when he says it and michelle groans and wants to stomp off but these heels are higher than she’s used to so she just walks, simple and dignified.
  • she waits at her door for her dad, nonetheless. and if she grabs his hand before walking to the stairs, that’s nobody’s business. she’s allowed to do-
  • fuck
  • there is no way peter parker should ever be allowed to look that good.

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evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part iii

part i, part ii

The King’s Men

  • On Neil’s first day in South Carolina he had asked Wymack to protect his things, and seven months later Wymack was still keeping that promise.
  • “You were stalling,” Wymack accused him, “so I did it for you. I told them you look like you’ve gone six rounds with a Sasquatch and said you probably wouldn’t want to talk about it.”
  • “I’ll be fine,” Neil said. “I’ll have Kevin call you when we’ve got Andrew.”
    • “Charge your phone and call me yourself,” Wymack said.
  • “I was starting to think he’d killed you and left you to rot on the side of the road,” Wymack said in lieu of hello.
  • “I can’t believe you trusted David to patch you up,” Abby said. “The man can barely wash a dish, much less clean stitches.”
  • “I can walk,” Neil said.
    • “Proud of you,” Wymack said. “Didn’t ask.”
  • “Shut up,” Wymack said. “When you’re sporting fewer than fifty stiches I’ll consider letting you on my court again. If I catch you so much as looking at your gear before then, I will bench you another week out of spite.”
  • “Do I want to know?” Wymack asked, then answered his own question. “No, I don’t, unless there’s an impending lawsuit I should know about.”
  • “If I could ban some of you from ever opening your mouth in public, I would, but this is out of my hands.”
  • “But I’m not as worried about you as I am about our resident punching bag and his smart mouth. Anyone have ideas on how to make Neil look a bit less like a battered wife?”
  • “Tell your pet psycho to knock it off before he cripples someone.”
    • “I don’t think he’ll listen to me,” Neil said.
    • “You and I both know he will. Now get.”
  • “Never mind. Food’s here. Stuff your faces and get out of my locker room.”
  • “…so he focused on his teammates to keep his thoughts from spiraling down dark circles. It was a near-miss, at least until Wymack sent a searching look his way. Neil glanced at Wymack and chose not to think about Riko. Instead he thought about his homecoming, of Wymack dropping everything to pick him up and Wymack holding him together when he almost broke.”
  • “They are wannabe champions and they know what it takes to get to the next level. Your job tonight is to make them look like fools.”
  • “For the love of all things unholy, watch those dealers.”
    • “I’ll watch them limp off my court,” Dan said.
    • “Do what you have to do,” Wymack said.
  • “Eight inches. He’s only five-eleven.”
    • Neil and Kevin pivoted to stare at Andrew. The flash of a grin on Wymack’s face said he caught the significance of that remark and knew what it meant for the Foxes’ chances tonight.
  • “He called Riko a Class I douchebag,” Dan said. “Not in so many words, but I think they go the message.”
    • Wymack dug a thumb into his temple. “I should have asked for hazard pay when I took this job.”
  • Wymack claimed he was allergic to cleaning materials.
  • “Do you have a mop I can use?” Neil asked.
    • “Shut your face,” Wymack said.
  • “Oh, Jesus,” Matt said. “Did you just–?”
    • Wymack pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled noisily. “Could you at least let us leave the room before you confess?”
  • “I don’t know what amazes me more: that your phone is actually on or that you’re awake this early on a Saturday morning.”
  • Maybe Wymack could read pain in people like Neil could read anger; where Neil saw a girl’s unshakeable calm, maybe Wymack saw a vacant stare and defeated shoulders.
  • “Do you know why I made Dan captain?” Wymack glanced up at Neil and waited for Neil to shake his head. “I knew the moment I saw her she could lead this team… She refused to be a failure so she refused to give up on this team.”
  • “Didn’t you notice? They’re uniting around and behind you. That’s something special. You’re something special.”
  • “Look me in the eye and tell me if you think I care who you used to be.”
  • Wymack stood at his seat until everyone but Neil and Andrew was gone. He looked at them like he wanted to say something, then held up his hand in a forget-it gesture and exited the bus.
  • “I really want to know when Coach figured out that you want to kill me only ninety-three percent of the time.”
  • “Coach doesn’t care for rumors and bias,” Andrew said. “He sees what is, not what people want him to see.”
  • “Leave it,” Wymack said. He sounded so angry Nathaniel knew Wymack wasn’t talking to him or Andrew.
  • Nathaniel had seen that look on his face only once before, when Wymack tried putting him back together after Christmas. It was the look of a man made ancient by his players’ tragedies; it was the look of a man who’d have their backs no matter what.
  • “I’d have a hell of a time fitting ‘Wesninski’ on a jersey.”
  • “Giving up on Neil now goes against everything we are,” Wymack said.
  • “Taking Neil off the team won’t save face and it sure as hell isn’t the smart decision. It will backfire so hard you’ll never want to see a reporter again.”
  • “Up and out. We’ve got a team to send home crying. You can gossip on your own time.”
  • “You two could at least say hello,” Wymack said, somewhat aggrieved.”
    • “There’s no point,” Kevin said. “All they are is a distraction.”
    • “It’s called a support network. Look it up.”
  • “Your mother would be proud of you.”
    • “Not just of me,” Kevin said in a rare bout of humanity.
  • “Fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. Win because you don’t know how to lose.”
  • “Let’s blow this joint,” Wymack said. “We’ve got a party to get to. Anyone who’s not on the bus in two minutes gets to stay here overnight.
    • In no world would Wymack ever really leave his team behind, but the Foxes hustled out of there like they believed him.

and lastly. the greatest, most iconic wymack smackdown.

  • “Just promise me this isn’t going to be a problem.”
    • “What?” Neil asked.
    • “I can’t tell if you’re being obtuse to fuck with me or if you’re really that dumb,” Wymack said.
Waking up every morning with a chip on my shoulder.
Walking around with a black cloud over my head, but there’s a smile on my face.
People only see the surface, because that’s all I’m willing to show.
Everybody stares at me.
Wondering if there is more to me.
Am I always happy?
Is he ever angry?
The answer is no and yes.
No I’m not always happy.
My brains produces some sort of negative thought ever second of the day.
Yes I get angry.
I’m angry everyday damn day, but I don’t project it.
My anger is something that I can control for a short period of time.
Until I hit some type of breaking point.
Like when a kid kicks the bullies ass, because he was tired of the shit talk today.
Like when a person gives up on life, because their cancer hit stage 4.
Like when a man sees his girl is with another man or if he hears her say the love they have is dead.
Nobody in this world knows these feelings like me.
I’ve fell into pits of despair, depression, addiction, and heartbreak.
I can get over anything, but the thoughts of them still haunt me.
My paranoia and anxiety go romantic dates.
They love to go to the park where they swing with my emotions.
Play and make a mess with my brain like kids sandbox.
Jump up and down on my heart, because it’s their trampoline.
Maybe I should take medication again, but that would just lead to me wanting to get high or worse.
It could put me back in the mindset where I wished that I was dead again.
That’s a bad idea, because my grandmother doesn’t like to cry, but she’s already shedding tears that her grand baby can’t sleep.
That’s why I wear this mask.
So the ones that actually care about me don’t feel bad.
So I won’t scare off anybody else.
So they won’t try and throw me into a psych ward lock me in a room where I’m surrounded by white walls.
Please just leave my mask happiness on so it can cover up my mask of anger.
Just leave my mask of anger on so it can cover up my mask of fear.
Just leave my mask of fear on so it can cover up my mask of sadness.
I’m okay believe me.
Don’t believe me!
I can never be better.
I feel like shit!
I don’t care about her anymore.
I still love her!
I don’t need help.
I’m lying help me!
I willing to take off my masks, but I just need someone to unmask me first.
—  masks/i’m okay /// theprophet

anonymous asked:

I really love your Nurseydex fics!!! I was wondering if you might write more based on that part w Dex and Nursey being f*ckbuddies and Dex asking Nursey to stay the night, just once, no one ever does. And how they go from there? And if Dex is thr little spoon if they cuddle I'll probably explode from happiness just saying. Please and thank you

hey, and thank you! 
btw, your butt looks good in those pants and you can do the thing. i believe in you.


Dex watched Nursey struggling to pull on those ridiculously tight jeans he like to wear from his bed. Normally, seeing him jump around would make Dex laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. Instead, he was just… exhausted.

Not the sort of exhausted that comes from a job well done, or a satisfied exhausted from good sex. No, he felt drained. Emotionally exhausted. The kind that came from watching another guy walk out the door.

It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t great, because it really, really was. It was better than any hookup Dex could pick up, better than any relationship he’d ever had. The sex was practically addictive.

The problem was that he liked more than just the sex, though. He like the time they spent together before they fucked. He got excited about the idea of seeing Nursey outside of hockey. It wasn’t just a casual, friends with benefits thing anymore; there were feelings involved.

Feelings that were killing him every time he watched Nursey walk away like Dex wasn’t worth the time and effort of sticking around.

Dex knew he wasn’t that fun to be around. He was brash, and aggressive, and angry. He didn’t have a great personality. It was easy to understand why hook ups never stuck around: why bother putting up with all of that when the sex already happened. It still hurt, but it was understandable. When it was Nursey, though…

Nursey and him spent time together. He liked Dex enough to hang out with him, or so Dex thought. It was hard not to wonder if that was just out of obligation to the team, or worse, a way to get in his pants, when Nursey always left straight after he got what he wanted.

When Nursey finally got the tight denim over his thighs, he turned around, mouth already forming words when he paused.

“What’s wrong, bro?”

Dex realized he had barely moved since Nursey climbed off the cheap dorm mattress. He hadn’t put on any of his clothes, or even covered himself up. The pillows got lost somewhere in their haste to get naked, so the only thing on the bed with Dex was his thick quilt.

He considered telling Nursey nothing was wrong, that he was imagining things. Anything but what actually came out of his mouth.

“Please don’t leave.”

Nursey stopped struggling with his shirt, eyes wide. He let his arms drop to his side, half tangled in the maroon fabric. “What’d you say?”

“Please stay? Just the night, just once? Nobody ever stays, and it’s okay with them, but it’s you, and I just need you to… I just need you. Please, Nursey?”

There was something in his voice that he hated. He sounded weak, broken. And maybe he was. Hell, he probably was. He couldn’t be normal and fuck without feeling like he was coming apart at the seems.

Dex couldn’t bring himself to look at Nursey’s face. He focused on Nursey’s strong arms, the smooth skin of his chest, the stupid men’s hockey shirt that Dex was pretty sure started out life as his own. No, he knew what he would find in Nursey’s face: pitty.

But he was at the point where he didn’t care. He didn’t want to know if Nursey stayed with him because he felt bad for Dex. And if he said no? Dex didn’t want to see the look of disgust at his over emotional response. He just wanted to pretend, if only for one night, that maybe someone could care for him, that he was good for something other than hockey and fucking.

In a flash, Nursey stripped back out of his clothes and crawled back up on the bed with Dex. With gentle but firm hands, he directed Dex to look at him.

Nursey’s face… there wasn’t pity, or disgust, or any emotion Dex could name. It was soft and open, and it made something in his chest ache just as much as it eased some of the tension he was feeling. Nursey pressed a gentle kiss to Dex’s lips, the first time they’d ever kissed outside of sex.

After a minute looking at each other, Nursey rearranged them on the bed so that he was spooning Dex. It wasn’t the first time Dex had been the little spoon (he had a girlfriend in high school who loved to cuddle that way), but it was the first time he felt so completely surrounded, and warm, and safe.

One of the things that surprised Dex most about having sex with Nursey was how attentive he was. He cared more about his partner’s pleasure than his own. Dex wasn’t sure why he was so surprised that Nursey was the same way with cuddling. Nursey made sure that Dex was as comfortable as possible, that he knew he was the entire focus of Nursey’s attention. He knew just how to move his hands to be comforting but not over-stimulating.

It was nearly an hour before either of them said anything. Dex surprised himself by breaking the silence.

“Thank you, for doing this for me.”

Nursey nosed at the back of Dex’s neck. He hummed as an acknowledgement that he heard Dex speak, but didn’t say anything. Dex realized that Nursey was giving him time to talk, time to sort through his thoughts and figure out what exactly he wanted to say. He had never been so grateful for someone in his life.

“I’m… it’s okay when other people leave after a hookup, but I like you. I really fucking like you, Nursey. And it really, really fucking hurts thinking that you don’t like me enough to stick around, y'know? Or care.”

Behind him, Nursey took a deep breath. Dex could almost feel him counting to 10 in his head, a technique Jack tried to teach the team in an effort to get them to respond instead of react. Dex found himself counting, too.

After 30 long seconds, Nursey said, “I really like you, too. I only leave because I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Dex found Nursey’s hand on his stomach and held it tight. That wasn’t what he expected. Before he could respond, though, Nursey spoke again.

“If you wanted, I would never leave this bed. But if you want me to leave, I can do that, too. You’re calling the shots, Poindexter, because I’m all in for whatever you want.”

“How about… for now, we just do this.”

  • Yang: *Yang slammed open the door to her and Ruby's room with tears in her eyes.* Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! *yang shouted as she punched the wall repeatedly before slumping down against it onto the floor holding her hands to her face.*
  • Ruby: *Meanwhile Ruby rushed in from the bathroom in a panic.* What Happen!? I heard banging! *She then spotted her sister sitting shaking on against the wall and quickly rushed over.* Yang? Are you alright? What's wrong?
  • Yang: *Yang sniffled wiping the tears from her red eyes.* It's nothing Ruby. Just... Just go away.
  • Ruby: Yang. It's clearly not nothing. Please talk to me. I just want to help. *Ruby said moving closer to her sister placing her hand on her shoulder.*
  • Yang: *Yang was silent for a moment, trying to stop the tears from falling as her eyes slowly turn purple.* Fine... I was going to the cafe were Blake went too... I was going to go tell her how I feel about her because I just needed to get this off my chest, ya'know. *Yang sniffled wiping her eyes.* But when I got there I saw her with Sun.
  • Ruby: Okay so Blake was hanging out with Sun. That isn't out of- *Ruby started before shouted with more tears in her eyes.*
  • Yang: They were on a date Ruby!
  • Ruby: *At this Ruby looked dumbfounded with surprise.* W-what? No. they couldn't be. They are just good friend, Yang. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
  • Yang: *Ruby then watched as the anger in Yang's express was overwhelmed with sorrow before looking down at the ground.* That's what I was hope for, Ruby... Right up until They kissed.
  • Ruby: oh... Oh Yang. *Ruby whisper as she wrapped her arms around her sister who hugged her back burying her face into her shoulder.* I am so sorry.
  • Yang: What am I going to do Ruby? *sniffle* I love her so much. But I can never be with her. *sniffle. I can't even tell her now. *Yang cried, holding onto Ruby for dear life.*
  • Ruby: Shhhhh. It's alright. Let it all out. *Ruby whispered as she stroke Yangs head hugging her until she calmed down.* It'll be okay Yang. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed. Maybe it will help you feel better.
  • Yang: *sniffle.* Yeah... Thank you Ruby.
  • Ruby: Anytime. We're sisters after all. We take care of each other. You'd do the same for me... And probably beat up the other person.
  • Yang: Hehe, Yeah I would.
  • ~Later~
  • Ruby: *Ruby walked down stair while Yang is in the shower when she hears the front door open and close.* Oh I guess Blake is back. *She thought to herself when she hear Weiss and Blake begin to talk.*
  • Weiss: Welcome back Blake.
  • Blake: Hey Weiss. Where's Yang and Ruby?
  • Weiss: Upstairs. Yang's in the shower and Ruby I think went to bed.
  • Blake: Ah I see. I'll put these left overs in the fridge then.
  • Weiss: So how did it go?
  • Blake: How did what go?
  • Weiss: Your date with Sun.
  • Blake: *Ruby then heard Blake groan as she heard her coat being thrown.* For the last time Weiss. It was not a date. We are just friends and I made that pretty clear to him as well.
  • Weiss: What do you mean?
  • Blake: Sigh, Sun kissed me.
  • Weiss: He kissed you!?
  • Blake: Yes. And then I slapped him.
  • Weiss: WHAT!? Why? I thought you liked him?
  • Blake: As. A. Friend. Honestly, If I knew he was asking me out on a date and not to hang out I would have told him no and that I only see him as a friend. Which He accepted and apologized for kissing me while I apologized for slapping him.
  • Weiss: But I don't understand! You talked you were in love with someone blonde that we know. Oh god don't tell me it's Jaune!
  • Blake: What?! No! God No!
  • Weiss: Then who? We don't know any other blonde guys and the only other person we both know who is blonde is Yang.
  • Blake: ...
  • Weiss: ... Wait.
  • Blake: Weiss. Don't.
  • Weiss: Oh. My god.
  • Blake: Weiss. I'm serious. Shut up.
  • Ruby: *It was then just as Weiss opened her mouth to speak Ruby stepped out from around the corner and nearly shouted.* YOU LOVE YANG!
  • Blake: R-RUBY!? *Blake jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the box of sweet as Weiss watched from the chair she sat in.* H-hey. Uh, I thought you were sleep. I, uh, got some sweetd from the cafe if you want any. *Blake then watched as Ruby zipped over infront of her slapping the box out of her hand to the floor, shocking both her and Weiss before Ruby took hold of her shoulder.*
  • Ruby: Yeah. Forget that. Is it true!? You Actually love my sister?!
  • Blake: I...
  • Weiss: Ruby what is wrong with-
  • Ruby: Not now Weiss! I'll example later! Blake! Do you or do you not love Yang!?
  • Blake: Well I mean... *Blake muttered shifting nervously at Ruby's gaze before finally cracking.* Okay Yes. I love Yang but you can't tell her, please.
  • Ruby: Oh thank you god!
  • Blake/Weiss: Eh?
  • Ruby: Blake You are going to go up stair to Yang right now and tell Yang how yu feel. Like right now!
  • Blake/Weiss: What? Why? *the two said together before looking at each other weirdly then back to Ruby.*
  • Ruby: Because Yang has been crying for the past hour thinks you and Sun are dating!
  • Blake: Why would Yang think that and why was she crying about it?
  • Ruby: Because she loves you and she saw Sun kissing you!
  • Blake: WHAT!? OH MY GOD! YANG!*Blake Shouted and quickly ran past Ruby and upstairs.*
  • Weiss: You think she remembers me saying Yang is in the shower? *Both Weiss and Ruby then looked as they heard a door slam open.*
  • Blake: YANG! IT WASN'T A DATE! I DON'T LOVE SUUUUWHOAMYGOD!
  • Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAH! BLAKE! WHAT THE HELL!?
  • Blake: I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE NAKED!
  • Yang: I JUST GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER! STOP PEAKING AND GET OUT OR AT LEAST GIVE MY A TOWEL!
  • Ruby: Yeah I'm going to go with nope. *Ruby then took a bite of a cookie from the box on the floor.*
I'll Make a Man Out of You

Cute lil request. Tbh I had sm fun writing this I’m glad with the way it turned out. Enjoy!

tags : @the-masked-martyr

request : Can I request something fluffy (gotta get those feelings back) where Peter catches the reader just dancing around to Disney sound tracks? Just the worst dancing but Peter is heart eyes because ‘you may be an dork, but you’re my dork’? (or maybe he joins in singing because he likes Disney idk man go wild) would this be okay?

Y/N = Your Name

words : 484

Song : I’ll Make a Man Out of You from Mulan

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Originally posted by tom-hollcnd


Peter knocked on your apartment door, waiting for you to come and get it, only to be met with no reply, “Y/N? You there?”

He knocked again and waited for you to come. He was supposed to meet you at your place to study, ‘Maybe she forgot.’

Then he heard the sound of a thud come from inside the apartment, and naturally panicked, thinking it could’ve been an attack; especially since he is Spider-Man.

He scattered around, trying to remember where the spare key your family put around was. Remembering quickly, he bent down, lifted up the mat in front of your door, lifted the loose floorboard, and grabbed the key.

Unlocking the door in a haste, he barged in. Inside he saw your back facing him, before turning with your eyes closed, holding a mop, earbuds plugged in and blasting, belting out the words,

“Let’s get down to business, to defeat,” you swung the mop to the other side of your body and stuck out a hand balled up in a fist, “The Huns!”

Peter grinned and leaned up against the wall, watching you, ‘Let’s see how long it’ll take her to realize I’m here.’

“Did they send me daughters,” you opened your eyes and turned again, “When I aske- Peter!”

You slipped on the floor you’d previously been mopping due to your pink, fuzzy socks and landed straight on your butt.

“For sons!” Peter shouted before breaking out into laughter and outstretching his hand for you.

“Pete! It’s not funny!” You grabbed his hand, “I was in the zone!”

“It’s actually pretty funny, (Nickname),” Peter wrapped his arms around your waist, “But it’s also pretty cute.”

You pouted and put your arms on his biceps, “How long were you standing there?”

“Let’s just say that I now know you have pretty nice skills with a mop.” Peter smirked and leaned down to give you a kiss, but not before you pulled away from him.

“No kisses,” You crossed your arms and turned you face to the side, “You don’t deserve them, Parker.”

“Come on, (Nickname),” he grabbed your arms, “You’re cute.”

You only turned your head to the side more before Peter leaned down to whisper in your ear,

“You’re the saddest bunch,” he cupped your face and pulled it to his, noses touching, “I ever met.”

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the seriousness on his face.

Peter smiled, “See,” he pulled you into a hug, “You can’t stay mad. Did you see how cute I was there?”

You laughed some more before putting your hands on his chest, shoving him away, and grabbing the mop once again.

“But you can bet,” She swung the mop to her side again and tossed it to Peter, “Before we’re through!”

Peter laughed and raised the mop up high before belting out, “Mister, I’ll make a man out of you!”

Dirk Gently's S1 recap transcript
  • Dirk: Where to begin? This show is sort of about...a lot. So...my name is Dirk Gently. I'm a holistic detective and by that, I mean, I investigate cases not through pesky thinking and logic and deduction, but in a more naturalistic way. Then I just sort of wander around and trust the universe to use me to work out the problems that need solving. I'm handsome, brave, unstoppably tough, gifted, stunningly intelligent, and just generally capable of anything I put my mind to. I was hired to investigate the murder of reclusive billionaire Patrick Spring, which is how I met my assistant, Todd--
  • Todd: Stop! Stop. I'm not your assistant.
  • Dirk: Sidekick?
  • Todd: No. I am...a guy you know. I am your friend. I'm not your assistant when you explain to people who you are. I'm Todd Brotzman. I used to be the lead singer of a punk band, but that kinda fell apart. I made a lot of mistakes, I was working at the hotel where Patrick Spring was murdered. That's how I met Dirk. He broke into my apartment, hijacked my life into total chaos. We ended up on the run from a cult, trapped in an underground maze, kidnapped, and finally going back in time. Honestly, we couldn't have done any of it without Farah.
  • Farah: Did you say my name?
  • Todd: Yeah! I was talking about the cult.
  • Farah: Hey, we promised not to talk about that. I find it very triggering.
  • Todd: Well, maybe...do you wanna--
  • Farah: Black. Farah Black. I've always wanted to be in the military or the law enforcement, but I had certain setbacks that stopped me from achieving this. So, I have a very specific skill set which is often very useful in high intense situations. I was Patrick Spring's bodyguard and took it upon myself to find his daughter after he was killed, and that's how I met Dirk, Todd, and his sister.
  • Amanda: His sister. Really? That's all I get? His sister?
  • Farah: I don't mean to be rude but--
  • Amanda: Yeah, cause that's just who I am, his sister. Like am I worth even being rude to? I'm so beneath you, I don't even get a name?
  • Farah: I...uhh...okay. Why don't you just--
  • Amanda: Just kidding. I am Amanda fucking Brotzman. I spent the last 5 years of my life trapped by a disease called pararibulitis, it causes painful hallucinations that feel completely real. My brother was my hero, my role model, until I found out he lied to me about basically everything. I thought my life was over until I met the Rowdy 3, a group of anarchist vampires who can feed on the energy of my disease. So, I'm with them now.
  • Ken: Trapped with a bunch of crazies? I can relate to that.
  • Amanda: Uhhh...who are you?
  • Ken: I'm Ken.
  • Amanda: Did we even meet each other in the first season?
  • Ken: I was kinda busy. I was hired to do some grid hacking by some shady types, but then I got kidnapped by a woman I thought was insane. At first, I was her hostage, but she showed me something incredible: that there was a pattern to the universe, that there might me a bigger purpose, a greater plan to everything. This mass murderer I found--
  • Bart: Huh? Murderer? Come on, I don't murder people. I just kill them.
  • Ken: That's murder, yes.
  • Bart: Words words words. Murder is a mean word. Don't be mean to me or I'll kill you...nicely. I'm an assassin, my name is Bart. Nothing can hurt me. I'm guided by the will of destiny itself to kill all of the people who are supposed to die, so far, that's pretty much everybody who I meet. I've killed tons of thousands of people across the world and will kill tons of thousands more because...that's just how it is. Death comes for everybody, and if death won't get you, I will.
  • Dirk: So basically, it's kind of a long story, but it turns out: the kitten was in a shark, the girl was in the dog, the body swapping machine was actually a time machine, the fat man was a rockstar, I was the gorilla, and Patrick Spring accidentally murdered himself. And they all lived happily ever after!
  • Friedkin: Uh, excuse me, we're not done here. My name is Hugo Friedkin. I was in the army reserves when I was pulled onto a special, top secret mission for a program called Blackwing. It, uh...didn't go perfect. But I did my best and they put me in charge of the whole operation, 'cause that's how the government works, I guess! It seemed to me, the best course of action is also always the biggest, so I did that. I took action. I took everything. So, um, season 2 is just me winning and everyone congratulating me, I guess.
  • Voice: We'll see.

Sometimes you just need a hug.

The latest tweet of Bitty’s sits there staring at Jack from the top of his feed.

He’d found the account a few weeks back and he never built up the courage to let Bitty know. This might be the right time though.

Jack stares at his wall as he thinks it over. He could walk across the hall right now and knock on Bitty’s door and then he’d be there and he could just open his arms and Bitty would fall right into them and he’d finally be holding Bitty right where he wants him. Finally be able to see how far around his arms stretch across Bitty’s back, finally resting his chin on the top of Bitty’s mess of blonde hair, feeling Bitty’s breath fan across his chest.

Jack clutches his phone.

Or he could just stay here. Stay safe and keep this all as a possibility. Maybe it’s better than way. Keep him and Bitty and something that could be. If he goes over there and he gets rejected, that would just ruin him. It would become a never be.

He looks at the tweet again.

He knows that exact feeling. Having a horrible day and feeling absolute shit and telling yourself to just stand up and do something or call someone or just anything to get you out of your head. Riding that edge of frustration and terror, not sure whether you want to yell or cry or sleep.

Telling yourself to get over it before someone asks whether you’re okay and you have to lie, and also desperately hoping that someone notices.

He stands up, phone still clutched in his hand. He’s going to do it.

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bloody-bee-tea  asked:

So could I maybe have some ironpanther with a side dash of natasha&tony friendship? If that is too vague I'll come up with a scenario but I just crave me some ironpanther and you write Nat so beautifully aggressively caring, I just need that too.

I started a different story and decided it would be a different post entirely because it wasn’t going in the direction I wanted it to. So I guess keep an eye out for that other story too? Anyway, I hope you like it! Look out for under the cut! (Can anyone tell that I have difficulty figuring out how to write T’Challa and Shuri’s speech patterns lol?)

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.


Natasha Romanova was a menace.

“You are pouting,” Shuri said, not even bothering to hide her grin.

T’Challa crossed his arms over his chest. “I just find it hard to believe that every time I have a moment to spend with Tony, the Black Widow needs him for something she cannot possibly handle herself.”

Shuri glanced over at where Natasha and Tony were currently bent over a five-thousand piece puzzle she’d said had a secret message encoded on it. “She is certainly devious. I cannot think of one thing she has asked for help with that he could say no to.”

“…He could have done a puzzle with me.” His sister began to laugh quietly. He couldn’t blame her. His cheeks were burning having said it. What a petty thing to say.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: MSR smut involving edible underwear ;-) (or something silly without smut but still involving said underwear)

Yeah, there’s no smut. Sorry. It is, however, quite silly I think. I hope you like it. Set in season 7.

“Mulder, you’ve been grinning all day. What are you planning?” Scully has watched him smile, grin and giggle for hours now. Happy Mulder is a sight to behold and she feels grateful that he’s in such a good mood, they’re on vacation after all, but she knows him. She’s known him for seven years. That grin means trouble.

“Scully, I’m wounded. Is it so hard to believe that I’m merely happy to be here with my beautiful girlfriend?” He kisses her cheek and his lips linger against her skin for a moment, distracting her.

“To be honest, Mulder… yes, it is.” She says when he leans away from her, though not quite leaving her personal space. He watches her, a thoughtful expression on his face. That damn smile dancing around his lips as if begging to be kissed away. She wants to, she really does, but she needs to know what he’s got on his mind.

“Do you want me to be unhappy?” He puts on a sad face, pouts at her. That only makes her want to kiss him even more. Damn him, she thinks, biting her own lip instead.

“No, Mulder, I just…” The door opens, without a knock, and her mother strolls in. Scully feels the need to push Mulder away, just out of habit, just out of a lingering sense of embarrassment, but he remains there in her space as if it were his. Grins at her mother now as if today were the greatest day of his life.

“I just got off the phone with your brother, Dana. The house will be ready tomorrow and they’re expecting us for breakfast.” Mulder winces next to her; this is their first vacation, born out of pure luck and coincidence, but a vacation nonetheless. Scully knows that spending a weekend with at least 15 different Scully family members is not his idea of fun or relaxation. Yet, here they are. And up until two minutes ago Mulder was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Not to mention that he agreed to come with her. He could have said no. Several times, actually. She asked him first, and that was just the tiniest bit sneaky, in bed. Post-coital Mulder is the most agreeable puppy known to mankind. He murmured a yes against her breast, barely awake. She asked him again the next morning and he quirked his eyebrow, his answer, however, was still yes. Then when her mother called a week later, he promised her he would accompany them. So that was that. He had no right to wince or complain.

“Thanks, mom. That sounds nice. Right, Mulder?” Scully nudges his shoulder, but a mute nod is his only answer.

“Don’t you worry, Fox. I know you and Bill have had your difference, but that’s in the past. He knows that you and Dana are in love. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check out the wellness area since we’ll be only here for one day.” There is a hint of sadness in Mrs. Scully’s voice and Mulder’s ears prick up.

“If you want we can stay here, Mrs. Scully and-”

“It’s Maggie, Fox.” She scolds.

“We can stay here at the hotel. Why bother Bill and Tara?”

“Because I don’t see them and my grandchildren nearly enough. Neither does Dana.” Her mother throws them both a stern look and they remain quiet. Mrs. Scully nods, content with herself. “I’ll see you later for dinner?”

“Of course, mom. Have fun.”

“What was that?” Scully asks as soon as her mother is gone.

“What was what?”

“You were fine with staying at Bill and Tara’s.”

“To be fair I never said I was fine with it, Scully. I just said I was looking forward to some time off work. I was, and still am, looking forward to meeting your family. Just as I would be happy with staying right here for the duration of the trip. Just the two of us.” The grin is back, now a bit slyer, a bit more obvious.

“You don’t really want to be here, do you? Mulder, just because we’re sleeping together now, you don’t have to change who you are for my sake. I could have-” He puts a finger on her lips to shut her up.

“Did you listen to a word I said, Scully? I want to be here. I want to meet every single crazy Scully family member. Am I looking forward to staying at Bill’s? No. Your brother hates me. So I’d rather stay here in this hotel and have my wicked way with you,” she rolls her eyes at him, “but your mother is right; you don’t get to spend enough time with your family. I’ll be fine. I have you on my side.”

“And my mother.”  

“And your mother.” He agrees and leans forward to leave a soft kiss against her lips.

“Hm. We should make use of this one, uninterrupted night here at the hotel, too, huh?” Mulder kisses her fully as a response. His hands wander to her waist to draw her even closer. Scully moans into his mouth and grabs his neck, pressing her fingers into his skin.

“Oh!” The door opens, again without a knock, and Mrs. Scully, her face tinged red, stares at her daughter open-mouthed. Scully and Mulder jump apart like two teenagers caught necking. Mulder watches Scully lick her lips before she bites it, the embarrassment obvious on her face and in her demeanor, and he almost growls in frustration.

“I uhm, I didn’t mean to… well, I just… Dana, I think we confused our suitcases.” Mulder lets out a small yelp that sounds painful to Scully’s ears. She is torn between checking up on Mulder and watching her mother, face still flushed and avoiding direct eye contact.

“We did? How did you-”

“Let’s just exchange the suitcases, shall we?” Her mother cuts her off and practically throws Scully’s bag into the room. Seconds after it lands with a soft thud, Mulder picks it up and holds it against his chest. Breathing heavily.

“How could this happen?” Scully hears Mulder mumble to himself as she retrieves the other bag, an exact replica, and hands it to her mother. Who, she can’t help but notice, still doesn’t look at her.

“Mom? Is everything all right?”

“Of course, dear. You and Fox… yeah, well. I’ll just get changed and then I'll… well, I’ll be downstairs.” And just like that she’s gone again.

“That was strange.” Scully marvels, staring at the closed door. She turns around when she hears a zipper and finds Mulder rummaging through her clothes. “Mulder?”

“Why do you and your mother have the same bag?” He shrieks.

“We bought it as a set.” She informs him, walking closer. His frantic hands stop and he sighs. He looks like a surgeon, she thinks, his hands inside a body, trying to save something that’s been lost already. “Mulder?” She tries again.

“I bought you something,” he admits and just like her mother did, avoids eye contact, “Uhm, actually I bought us something.” Oh no, she thinks. Oh no, no, no. They had talked about it once. Wine had been involved, she is sure of that. A lot of giggling, too.

“Mulder, what did you buy?” She asks, her voice slow and even. Please, don’t let it be the thing.

“I uhm… I bought… this.” His holds it up, his face flushed now, the grin wiped from his face. At least now she knows why he’s been so happy. In his hands is a flimsy, very colorful g-string. Completely made out of candy pieces.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise! That’s why I put it in your suitcase.”

“Except you didn’t.”

“Except I didn’t.”

“Oh Mulder.” Scully slumps down next to him as she feels laughter bubble up inside of her. “You brought edible underwear on a trip with my mother.”

“I thought we’d be here longer.” He grumbles, still holding the candy g-string in his hand.

“Well, we do have tonight.” Mulder turns to her, his eyes wide.

“You mean…”

“I mean maybe you should leave room for dessert after dinner, Mulder.” His grin is back.

Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

anonymous asked:

I don't know if I like what the manga is doing with the eri story wise right now. Like, after the new chapter, if eri's quirk ends up doing what I think it does, it will probably be a huge loss for the manga story wise. (I love mirio and nighteye, but in this situation, to get them back this way, would probably feel like a huge cop out)

Ah, can’t say you find me on your side on this, anon - generally I’m a positive person! And I like bnha because it’s a positive story! So, yeah, if Eri’s gonna fix it and avoid deaths and permanent damages all around I’m not gonna mind it one bit. I understand your position on this tho, and I’m pretty sure you’re not alone on it. I guess it’s about what you’re looking for in a story, and what the point the story means to bring across is to begin with - you say that having an all around positive outcome to this arc is gonna be a loss for the manga, but bnha isn’t snk. It’s not Tokyo Ghoul, or D.Gray-man, or any other story made to drive across the point that life is sad and sad things happen and you just gotta deal with it as best as you can. The general point of HeroAca, since the very beginning, is that luck exists! Things can turn out for the best! Look at it, our protagonist didn’t even have a quirk and now he’s got the best one out there. Literally became the successor to the greatest hero alive without doing anything aside from being a nice guy

I mean. I get why you’d wish for a… more real story, I guess. I get that you might like the angst and the realness of life being shitty and bad things happening and all that jazz. But that’s never been bnha’s point? Since the very start? Deku’s whole arc is turning into a fight to show you that you should never lose hope and that even set futures can still be rewritten - and, about that, there’s also how big part of this arc is still about Nighteye and what he saw in All Might’s future, and about Deku wanting to prove that he doesn’t have to die, so a girl that can literally rewind said future to make it go some other way? That’s exactly what you need to counter Nighteye’s quirk. Deku might talk about twisting fate all he wants, but considering how Nighteye’s quirk works and how precise and definitive it is, without something that can make what Nighteye saw happen just to bring it back and change it there was no way Deku could have done much.

As I said, I get why you’d be disappointed in the possibility of a total fix-it, but as far as bnha’s plot goes I don’t think the story’s gonna lose anything with simply keeping up the positive-to-a-naive-point look on life it has always had, if that’s what it decides to do. You might end up finding the story less good then you’d been expecting, but that’s because you were seeing bnha as a genre it has never even tried to be. This is still a story in which at some point holding hands saved the day, after all haha

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anonymous asked:

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.” for the prompts. trimberly

This was intended to be a short, <1500 words one shot but then it got out of control so i’m splitting it into 2 chapters!

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“Rise and shine everyone; rise and shine!”

Zack’s surprisingly chipper voice rings through the crisp morning air and Kimberly wonders why she even agreed to this trip in the first place. A low grumble resembling a feral growl more than anything, emits beside her.

“I’ll rise, but I refuse to shine,” Trini grunts as she turns over and pulls her cushiony sleeping bag tighter over her head. Tufts of disheveled hair poke out from haphazard directions and it’s quite possibly one of the cutest things Kimberly’s seen, but that’s probably the drowsiness talking.

Jason had called for a group camping trip out on the mountain for the weekend, aiming to strengthen their team bond and take a break from their grueling training regimen. It seemed like a fantastic idea at the time, but with the bright sunlight flooding through the thin material of the cheap, flamingo pink tent and her stomach growling louder than a starving tiger, Kimberly’s starting to think that Trini has the right idea.

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