maybe my love for her is just too strong

a tale as old as time. her eyes are brown like mine.

beauty, with your soft voice and your pretty cheeks: does he kiss your bruises after he’s finished screaming? belle, princess of patience, lady who simply loved until he came around to it - can you teach me how to tame him? how to make him never raise a hand to me again?

true love changes him. which love do i give him, bella. in the morning when i am up early to make him breakfast and silent when he yells at me, is this the music that soothes the savage beast? in the black of night, when my eyes are closed and he is panting at my neck, is this the love that put him to sleep?

when he turns twenty-one the spell will be forever. the last petal. he will remain a horror forever. you must shape him into a better man by then, beauty. must carve out your own heart and feed it to him gently. must spoon him your own bones until he stops being hungry. 

youthful indiscretions are forgot. you cover up the scars from his claws. it is not the man, it is the curse he lives under. you are his one. his only chance. i come back like you, belle. i return to the castle no matter how battered i become. i think i see the man you saw once, bella. i think i see the man i fell in love with. 

we, que linda, are strong girls. my nose, yours, bella, we keep ours in books. i too am the strange girl, running until her feet tire. i too am lost in the woods. we ran from our houses and found monsters, or maybe we were always fated to. we love a challenge. we have hearts that are mountains.

beauty. i kiss him but the spell never breaks, i sit myself in pretty dresses at fancy tables with meals i made just for him. even the grey stuff is delicious. he still throws the dishes. 

later when he is apologizing i feel your ghost hope in me - did we at last get through to him. did we reverse the curse. this time, does he mean it. if i am better will he open up. if i am better will he stop. if i am better could i beat him. if i am better can i leave him. 

belle: how do i save him. how do i save myself.

Music Series: Stone Cold by Demi Lovato

(Sighing heavily…)

Without going into long detail of how this post transpired, and protecting the person who requested it, this post makes me a bit uncomfortable and I may trash it at some point. Someone told me a couple of days ago that they think about Harry in an admittedly unhealthy way (who in Harrydom hasn’t at some point), to the point that when she reads or sees stories that link him to women or love interests, she cries, feeling heartbroken. It made me realize there are probably a lot of people who feel this way about the celebrity they swoon over, and Harry being total swoon material, I get it.

She asked if I thought she was crazy. Drooling over an idol does not make you crazy! It makes you human. Fantasy can be healthy, to an extent. And Harry being so personable to people, making him relatable, it’s completely understandable that many would feel this way. He has the “Prince Charming effect” going for him in a big way. Do you think girls years ago didn’t dream about being with Paul McCartney or Elvis? Actually, my answer to her was something more like, “Honey, I write potentially unhealthy Harry fanfic in my feeble attempt to help myself and others feel a connection to Harry, because God knows he’ll never know I exist, nor be interested.” Are you feelin’ me right now?

I think what we should remember is, Harry can have girlfriends, and friends who are girls, and he’s allowed privacy, AND not everything you see on the internet is what it seems or even true. Whether he has a love interest or not, I don’t know. But if he does, we should be happy for him, even if it crushes dreams globally of being his one and only. And if he does, it doesn’t mean they are secretly shacked up with 2.4 kids and a dog named Spanky with a family unit condo in Malibu. He’s 23. Relationships come and go, so be happy for him if he has one.

All of that said, I hope this creation, featuring “Stone Cold” by Demi Lovato, will embody my idea of this situation. Thanks for reading! xo

Shelli

Link to this song on my Spotify playlist called “Singing in the Shower”: https://open.spotify.com/track/56twMOlq9DJc3EgpVUVIrW

p.s. Wrote this sporadically throughout the day while working so I hope it makes sense. Busy workday, sloshy brain.

*************

Stone cold, Stone cold

You see me standing, but I’m dyin’ on the floor

Stone cold, Stone cold

Maybe if I don’t cry, I won’t feel anymore

Stone cold, Baby

God knows I try to feel happy for you

“Hi,” you say, as you see Harry looking at something on the store shelf.

Harry turns around and looks at you surprised, then smiles sweetly.

“Hi,” he replies, looking at you for a moment before leaning to you with a kiss to your cheek. “Been awhile.”

“Yes, it has,” you reply, smiling back. Three months, to be precise. Three months since you and Harry had decided to break up. It was a mutual agreement, even if you had both cried.

‘It’s not because I don’t have feelings for you,’ Harry said, sadly.

‘I know…just…not working,’  you had agreed.

‘Our lives are…’  he had started.

‘Going in different directions right now…I know…’ you had finished.

“How’ve you been?” he asks politely, looking around a bit.

“Fine. You? Work good?” you ask, trying to expand but forgetting how to think.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Staying busy, you know?”

“Yeah, I caught your show when you were in LA. I knew I’d be there for work,” you admit.

“Did you? I wish you’d stopped and said hello!” he says, seeming disappointed.

“I…didn’t…” you try, but are interrupted.

“Harry?” the girl said to him as she took hold of his elbow. The same elbow you used to cling to when you and Harry would go for a walk, or as you drove in the car together.

“Um, yeah, you ready?” he asked her, seeing you respond to the interruption by looking at the floor. The girl nodded then walked toward the checkout counter.

Know that I am, Even if I can’t understand

I’ll take the pain, Give me the truth

Me and my heart, We’ll make it through

If happy is her, I’m happy for you

Harry looked at you for a long moment then hugged you, pulling away slowly. “Let’s talk again soon, alright? Catch up a bit while I’m here in London?”

All can you do is nod and paint on another smile, as your throat tightens and you feel the fluid building in your eyes, as he slowly backs away, still looking at you, then turns and walks to where the girl is waiting for him.

Your’s and Harry’s decision to break up was a difficult one. You’d been together for a long time. But the stress and distance involved in being in a relationship with Harry, not to mention you have a job, too, just became too difficult to make work. It was sad, really. You still had strong feelings for him, and had hoped maybe he felt the same. You were still in love with him, and it hurt to see him. Not only because he was with another girl, not even knowing what they were to each other really, but merely seeing him again and hearing his voice after three months of nothing, it just hurt.

Stone cold, Stone cold

You’re dancing with her, While I’m staring at my phone

Stone cold, Stone cold

I was your amber, but now, She’s your shade of gold

Stone cold, Baby

God knows I try to feel, Happy for you

You hadn’t really believed him when he said you would talk again soon. You thought he might have meant it at the time, but you knew how things were with him, and now that several days had passed, you had lost all hope in it happening. His life was a busy one. Too busy sometimes to fit everything in. It wasn’t the first time he had left you hoping.

As you lay in your bed, unable to sleep and scrolling through your social media on your phone, you saw the confirmation that you wouldn’t be getting together with him this trip after all. You played the “live” video replay hesitantly, one of him and the girl from the store, dancing with a group of people at some sort of party. The video was posted only 4 minutes earlier, and was captioned, “When Harry Styles and his date show up at your New York event unannounced!”

You exhale heavily and attempt to choke back your tears, but it doesn’t change how much you miss Harry. Miss being around him. Miss his friendship. Miss talking to him. Miss spending time with him. Missing the intimacy. You wonder sometimes if he misses you at all, even thinks about you. Maybe it’s time to try to move on. You hadn’t wanted to move on. You wanted to wait and see if he couldn’t live without you and begged you back, but he hadn’t. Maybe it was just time to be happy for him now and…try.

Don’t wanna be stone cold

Stone, I wish I could mend this

But here’s my good-bye, Oh, I’m happy for you

Know that I am, Even if I can’t understand

If happy is her, If happy is her

I’m happy for you.

As you finish your day at work, you walk out the front door of the building and begin your daily strides toward home. You see the little coffee and tea shop that you and Harry used to frequent, and reminisce in your mind. You pass the floral shop, where Harry used to buy you flowers at least once a week. You remember how happy he looked when you would wrap your arms around him every time, always acting surprised, and always appreciative that he thought of you.

“Stop it!” you shout at yourself in your mind. Just stop doing this to yourself and move on already! Harry apparently has so you should, too! Why couldn’t you?

As you slowly approach your house, you slow as you walk toward the steps. You hadn’t noticed Harry’s car parked nearby, but there he sat on your front steps, waiting for you. You stop as you see him smile at you, then slowly walk closer to him. He stands and walks to you, that same look in his eyes from the day in the little store.

“Do you mind some company this evening? I think we need to talk.”

anonymous asked:

S family reaction to their child being extremely attached to their s/o and not them ??

Reiji:

  • Why don’t you love me?
  • I created you.
  • Please love me and your Mother equally

Shu:

  • Why do you hate me?
  • Yes she birthed you, but I made you.
  • Is it because she carried you around for nine months?
  • I’ll carry you for longer if you’ll just let me hold you.

Ayato:

  • Play basketball with me!
  • Why not?
  • Your Mom sucks at it though.
  • Fine, she can play too.

Laito:

  • I can braid your hair just as good as Mommy!
  • Please?
  • No fair, you had more action with her breast then I’ll ever have.
  • Is that why you love her?

Kanato:

  • IT’S A MIRACLE
  • You don’t love me?
  • Y E S!
  • I’ve never been happier in my life.

Subaru:

  • Why can’t I hold you?
  • Daddy is strong too.
  • Oh? You made a flower crown for Mommy.
  • Well, maybe it’s for the best that you don’t get attached….

anonymous asked:

can you maybe like do a thing where you write down your favorite thing about each character? (like it can be little things like Mahdi's enthusiasm about waffles). I think it would be really fun but only if you want to, I just really want to see more positivity on my tumblr feed :)

isak: his character development and his good heart, how much he actually cares for his friends/boyfriend despite seeming a bit grumpy on the outside

sana: her fierceness and how strong she is, also i love her humor, dry and sarcastic. like isak she also cares soo much, despite not showing it that much on the outside

noora: how passionate she is about the things she does and how she always tries to do the right thing (even tho it might not end up being the right thing but you know she tried) also she’s so good at cheering other people up

eva: how spontaneous she is and that she just lives in the moment and enjoys herself and her life. and that she’s not trying to fit everyone’s standards anymore but just is herself

chris: i enjoy her love story with the spoon^tm, also she is very funny and just wants her friends to be happy and always lightens the mood.

vilde: this is harder than i thought wow i love the scene in season 2 when she brings noora food, so i guess…like…that she cares for her friends in her own way? but well it’s not the right way and i’m sorry but i can’t really stand vilde at the moment so that’s pretty hard

jonas: how he is always there for his friends, no matter what and doesn’t force them (or in this case isak) to talk to him and just is like: hi, i’m here for you if you need anything, but i won’t pressure you into talking to me. also i love his hipster-y style tbh. and his hate for capitalism

even: he’s the literal sun, he always shines so bright and cares about everyone so deeply and just wants the best for them, but not only for his friends but everyone he meets (except for emma lmao) and he’s so so kind

mahdi: his love for waffles ofc, but also how fast he adopted isak into his squad like remember the first clip of s3 when he was all like i don’t even know you and a few weeks later he cares so much for isak (and his problems with even) and he just seems like such a good friend tbh and i want to see more of him so badly

magnus: how silly he is, he’s kind of a comic relief with a good heart and good intentions but sometimes he needs to get educated, but he learns from his mistakes and grows as a person and i think that’s great tbh

(( I’m having a hard time deciding who to back in the Fire Emblem Heroes mage voting gauntlet, so I drew a bunch of daily pokemon blogs as the contenders! (For those unfamiliar with FEH, the voting gauntlet’s basically a popularity contest. Eight characters are pitted against each other in one-on-one matches, which makes a total of three rounds. You join your favorite character’s army and fight people of the other character’s army to earn points. When the round is over, the character with the most points wins and advances to the next round, while the losing character is eliminated. If your character loses, you can still participate in the gauntlet; you just have to pick another character to support.) I picked them more or less arbitrarily with little regard to gender or personality, but all of you are my senpai who I look up to. You guys are really awesome!! :-)

Featured ‘mons: Thundrus from @occasionalforcesofnature as Robin, Blush from @dailyshinycutiefly as Sanaki (I’m sorry I just really love drawing her), Acute as Linde, Klutz from @occasionallysalazzle as Tharja, Excalibur from @dailyserperior as Merric, Maybe from @maybe-eevee as Henry (another one I like to draw a little too much sorry sorry sorry), Aingeal from @togekiss-daily as Julia (because Julia’s strong against dragons and so are Fairy-types), and Morrigan from @askvulpinecurses as Leo! ))

the tank becomes even more insidious when you think about the fact that that guy knew alex, that he chose that particular method of torture specifically for her. he grew up on the beach with her, he would know how much she loved the water, how she always felt calm and strong and confident out there in the surf. maybe he even knows about the couple of near misses she’s had; that time she got stuck under her board or caught unexpectedly in too-rough waves. he says it’s just about saving his dad, but choosing to torture/threaten/kill alex with water…that’s personal. that’s about hurting her, not just blackmailing kara. it’s about hitting her where it hurts, about wanting to take something special and meaningful away from alex; to taint it so that, even if she survives, it won’t ever be as safe again. 

After All This Time

For @jonxsansafanfiction​‘s Valentines Challenge!
Day 4: Blind Date
Summary: Modern AU: According to her flatmate, Sansa has been single for far too long so she sets her up on a blind date. Only when she gets there, the stranger she’s supposed to meet isn’t so much a stranger at all. 


Five Years Ago

“I thought I’d find you out here.”

Sansa stepped onto the balcony, a cool breeze ruffling her dress, as she closed the sliding door. The noise from inside was now thankfully muffled by the double-paned glass. She walked across the small balcony to lean into the railing.

Jon smiled at her. “You caught me.”

“You know, it’s usually typical of the person the going away party is being thrown for to be inside with the partygoers,” Sansa commented. She rested her forearms on the cool metal and inclined her head towards the boy beside her.

“I’m not really a party person.”

Sansa chuckled. “You don’t say.”

“I just wanted a quiet evening,” Jon admitted, sighing. “Guess that’s too much to ask for, isn’t it?”

“You’re talking about Robb here,” Sansa pointed out. “There’s no such thing as a quiet evening in his world. You’re just lucky he didn’t invite the entire department.”

Jon rubbed his eyes and laughed behind his hands. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” Sansa smirked, and nudged his shoulder with her own. “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?” Jon looked to her with a self-deprecating smile. “Terrified. I’ve never even been outside of the UK and now I’m going all the way to Brazil. What was I thinking?”

“You were thinking of adventure and… and doing something incredible!” Sansa enthused, knowing she didn’t have the courage for quite a big move herself. She wished but Jon had always been the brave one. “That’s admirable, Jon.”

“You think?”

Sansa placed her hand on top of his and squeezed tightly. “Of course I do. I believe in you. We all do.”

Jon held her gaze, turning her hand so their fingers intertwined. She wasn’t sure what he was doing but somehow she couldn’t look away. In fact, she could hardly breathe with Jon’s deep grey eyes staring at her like that. Her heart pounded in her throat. Sansa didn’t know if she wanted to throw up or throw her hands around his neck. But that was absurd, wasn’t it? This was Jon. Broody, serious Jon; her brother’s best friend.

“Sansa, I…” He paused and swallowed nervously. “I have to tell you something before I go. I…”

The sliding door clanged to the side as Robb poked his head through. “There you are! We’re about to bring out your cake. C’mon!”

“We’ll be right out,” Sansa told him, and once her brother was back indoors, she turned to Jon. Except he was gone from her. His hands were back by his side and he smiled, a distant look in his eyes. “Jon? What were you going to say?”

“Thank you,” he said with a soft sigh. “Thank you for staying up with me all those nights to study for my exams. Couldn’t have gotten this fellowship without you, Sans.”

Jon kissed her on the cheek and retreated into the party.

Present

Ma pupuce, you must go!”

Sansa crossed her arms across her chest and shook her head. Now that she was set to meet the man in less than an hour, she didn’t think she had the nerve. It wasn’t like her to go on a blind date anyways, so surely now was not the type to be straying outside her comfort zone.

“Sansa,” her flatmate said in that aggravatingly sultry French accent. “When was the last time you had a date?”

“Not since…”

“Oui, not since Joffrey!” Constance cried out. “You deserve a good man.”

“And how do you know this man will be a good man?” Sansa cried out with equal amounts of dramatic flourish. “He might just be as much of a jerk!”

“No one, darling, is as much of a jerk as Joffrey,” Constance said. “Now, go. I did not waste a whole week with Marcos for nothing.”

Sansa didn’t move. She just sighed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. You don’t even know what he’s like, Constance!”

Her flatmate waved a hand in the air as if Sansa had just said the most trivial thing in the world. “Nonsense. I told you, I sat with Marcos and went through all of his friends. It was a very… um, qu’est-ce que c’est… rigorous process.”

At least, Sansa could concede, that it wasn’t one of Constance’s male friends, who were all a little too colourful for Sansa’s tastes. Maybe if she had been nineteen again she’d be into that but at twenty-five, she was looking for more. The problem was Sansa just didn’t know what more meant. She supposed that was where Constance’s coworker Marcos came in. He was normal. Sansa could do with normal after her ex, Joffrey.

“Go!”

Finally ushered out of the door, Sansa walked the short distance to the restaurant where she would be meeting this mystery man. She hadn’t wanted to go further than walking distance from her flat just in case her blind date turned out to be completely crazy.

The restaurant was a small, quaint little bistro on the corner of the high street. It had little adorable white wrought iron chairs and tables outside. A sign in glittering gold spelled out, ‘Chez L’Ami Pierre’. Inside, the decor was a deep burgundy colour mixed with accents of gold and black. It was truly one of Sansa’s favourite restaurants in Paris but as the prices were not necessarily kind to a teacher’s salary, she could only afford it on the very special occasions. A blind date was one of them, though truthfully, she just wanted to be somewhere she knew.

Once seated, Sansa began to wring the hem of her dress with increasing agitation. The nervous energy that had nearly rooted her to her flat was now coursing through her veins, pulsing to its own drumbeat.

What was she doing here? She must be insane. Totally, utterly insa–

“Sansa?”

Her heart leapt to her throat. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. Sansa tried again and managed a weak, “what…

“I… You…” He seemed to be at a similar loss for words. Sansa watched as he struggled to regain his senses, taking note of his familiar curly, unruly black hair, those deep grey eyes and those sinfully full lips. But he was different, changed. He was no longer the boy she had known all those years ago. He was…

“I haven’t seen you since –”

“Your going away party,” Sansa filled in.

“Has it really been five years?” Jon breathed out with wide-eyed surprise. Sansa nodded quietly, and in turn, he sighed, a sound so regretful she felt it in her chest. “I’m sorry… I’ll leave you to your dinner.”

“Jon, wait,” Sansa said, noticing something in his hand. “That’s… Why do you have a yellow rose?”

Jon paused and abruptly started laughing. “God, this is…”

“Unbelievable?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Jon nodded. He settled in the seat across from her and chuckled again. “Five years and now this.”

Sansa smiled faintly. Her heart was still beating wildly in her chest. She could hardly believe that it was Jon sitting in front of her right now but as that began to settle around her, something else niggled at the back of her mind, a feeling she had pushed away for so many years.

“Why didn’t you call?” Sansa asked. “Or email? Or even text? I know we weren’t exactly good friends or anything but…” She trailed off again. It seemed to be a recurring habit around Jon. He made her lose her train of thought.

Jon sighed and rubbed at his eyes. “Fuck,” he murmured to himself. When he looked back up at her from behind his hands, those deep grey eyes bore into hers, imploring her to understand, but she didn’t. She didn’t understand anything.

“At first,” Jon started, sighing. “Well, at first, I couldn’t. Trust me that I wanted to but I couldn’t. It was hard enough to be away from you and I knew if we started talking, I’d just want to fly straight home.” He chuckled softly. “Didn’t help though, you know? Still wanted to fly straight home.”

“What are you talking about?”

He moved his hands as if to grab for her but stopped himself midway. Jon then dropped them back on his lap. “I was in love with you, Sans,” he said quietly. “But the fellowship was two years long and I needed time to move on. Then when I did go home, you were away and we just kept missing each other that way.” He shook his head sadly. “After awhile, I made peace that whatever I felt was never meant to last.”

Sansa inhaled deeply, trying to pull in oxygen to quell the pain running through her veins. It didn’t work. The pain was still there. All of those years of feeling betrayed, feeling like she had been dumped and not understanding why she had a right to those feelings when Jon and her weren’t anything to each other, suddenly made sense.

“You didn’t even bother to ask me though, did you?” Sansa scowled. “How I felt? You just assumed you were doing the right thing. God, Jon, you’re so…” She struggled for a word strong enough. “So thickheaded!”

Jon blinked, startled by her accusation.

“Did you think that maybe I loved you too?” Sansa asked him. “And you disappearing out of my life for five years would’ve killed me?”

“I didn’t –”

“No, of course you didn’t know! Because you never asked!” Sansa all but spat out “Well, that’s fine. See you in five years, Jon.”

She stood up suddenly, scraping the chair across the ground in a piercing squeal. Several of the other patrons turned and stared at her but Sansa was past caring at this point. All she wanted was to crawl into bed and not emerge for the next month. Maybe have Constance spoon feed her ice cream as they watched some cheesy, stupid chick flick.

Sansa raced from the restaurant as fast as was appropriate. She began her walk back down the high street towards the flat. She didn’t think he’d follow. She hadn’t expected him to – after all, he hadn’t reached out so much as one tweet in the past five years – so when a hand wrapped around hers and tugged her back, Sansa nearly screamed.

“Sansa,” Jon said, exhaling loudly from running after her. “Shit, Sansa, I’m sorry. I fucked up. I royally, wholly, irrevocably screwed this up. And I am more sorry than I can tell you.”

The street light bathed Jon in an amber glow, highlighting the changes in his face that she hadn’t been around to see over the past five years. She sighed. “It’s five years too late.”

“I know. I understand that,” Jon said softly. “And I have no right to ask anything of you. I just needed to tell you before I lost the chance again… Sansa, I never once stopped loving you. Not in five years and probably not in the next five years.” He smiled then. “I tried to move on once and it failed miserably. I don’t think I have the energy to try again.”

“Was this what you wanted to tell me that night? Out on the balcony?”

“Yes,” Jon admitted. “But I chickened out.”

“Huh,” Sansa murmured. She wondered if he had told her then, would things have been different? Would they have been together all this time? Or would she have still pretended to move on and date Joffrey for a year?

As epiphanies went, this one slid into her consciousness like a well-worn jumper. It was warm and comforting, and her anger melted away at its first touch. Sansa knew with such resounding clarity that even if Jon had confessed that night, nothing would have changed. She would never have been happy with a long-distance relationship and she would never have asked him to come home for her when she knew this was what he had wanted since he was a young boy. Likewise, Jon would never have stopped her from traveling the world to teach English.

“We’re both idiots,” Sansa finally said, smiling at him. When he only stared back at her, confusion evident in his grey eyes, she laughed. “Because I still love you too.”

Throwing her arms around him, Sansa kissed Jon for the first time, thrilled with the knowledge that this wouldn’t be the last time. She kissed him knowing that there were a million more kisses to come and each one would have a different meaning, a different part of their love that they hadn’t discovered yet. And god, she kissed him because she could and because she had wanted to for nearly a decade.

But the best part of it all was that Jon kissed her like no one could ever love her as much as he did, and in that moment, and many moments to come, Sansa believed that.

Strange Love // Lip Gallagher (part one)

Strange Love // Lip Gallagher (part one)

*beep* text message from Lip :P:
Meet me at mine, no one’s home so I need some company x

You read the text message from Lip and rolled your eyes.

text message to Lip :P:
I live next door. You couldn’t have come to the door and asked me you lazy shit?

*beep* text message from Lip :P:
Soz bub you know how lazy I am. Now come over :(

text message to Lip :P:
fine. be there in 30 seconds.

You giggled as you sent that message. You grabbed your favourite jacket and walked outside to the usually loud and crowded house next door that your best friend lived in. You didn’t bother knocking on the door, you just walked straight in and went upstairs to Lip’s room.

“35 seconds Y/N. I’m not impressed.” Lip teased.

“I can leave ya know?” You raised your eyebrow in a joking manner.

“No don’t!” He yelled as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his bed. “I want cuddles from my best friend.” He pouted. You laughed at his clinginess before curling into a ball so Lip could wrap his large body around yours.

“Can I ask you something?” Lip asked.

“Sure.” You replied kind of nervous. He flipped you around so you were facing him.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

“What?” You choked. “U-um I can’t.”
“Y/N no. Please you ca-“

“Stop.” You ran your hands through your hair. “I’m sorry Lip. I can’t.”

“What are you talking about?” He said, tears threatening to spill.

“I have to go Phillip.” You said using his full name which took him by surprise. You never do that.

You ran out of his room and downstairs, then straight out the front door. You wanted to go back home but you knew that Lip would go looking for you so you ran to the park nearest to your house.

You got to the park and started thinking about anything and everything.

I constantly worry no one will love me and I don’t quite know why. All of my past boyfriends have either cheated or left after two or more months of being together. Is it something that I’m doing or have done? Am I too clingy? Too ugly? Who knows.

Lip’s my best friend. I can’t date my best friend. He’ll end up leaving too. I can’t lose my best friend even if he was to be my boyfriend. Although, Lip would make a good boyfriend. My friend Mandy used to have a thing with Lip, she always went on about how great he was and how he treated her like the only girl in the world. I’m sure she’d be fine with me dating him right? Wait what am I thinking about… I’m not dating Lip.

Lip’s P.O.V.

I sat on my bed with my head in my hands thinking about how much I fucked up.

Y/N’s my best friend, I can’t lose her. Maybe I came on too strong. I should’ve just eased into it like told her how I feel and then asked her, maybe that would’ve worked. It’s too late now. Maybe I waited too long. What if she had feelings for me before? I shouldn’t have wasted my time on Mandy.

No. Mandy was an amazing girlfriend. Y/N was the one leading me on! It’s her fault she was telling me she needed me and that she loved me… she could’ve just told me the truth ya know? I still love her though… whether it be as a friend or as a girlfriend… I need to talk to her.

-cliffhanger cause why not. part two should be up soon-ish idk lol-

-this was requested: Hi! Can you do a Lip Gallagher imagine kinda based off of Dive by Ed Sheeran? Like where the reader is best friends with Lip and has had a few boyfriends/flings in the past few years but they always end up leaving within a month or two. And then Lip tells reader that be has feelings for them but reader is hesitant about it because of all the other guys. No rush. :)-

june-22ndd  asked:

Kicking myself so hard for not suspecting that Lucas was the reason Hanna was tortured. I am willing to bet that he screwed up somehow while helping AD, or didn't do exactly what AD told him to do, and so his punishment was having to watch Hanna be tortured while being powerless to stop it. Also, I love all your thoughts on 7x15; this blog is so thorough and amazing and you do such a good job with it. I've never once felt like you've shot down one of my ideas or been rude :)

Yeah I feel like he screwed up on something too. Perhaps he developed genuine feelings for Hanna? Maybe his offering to start the business together was out of love - and AD cracked it that he was getting a bit TOO close which’ll lead to strong feelings for her.

Aw thank you. I’m literally just here to talk about PLL, there’s no need for me; a nameless, faceless, anonymous person to be rude. I don’t gain anything from anything I do here. Positive intentions always, I’m glad that’s realised :) thanks.

Lonesome. Its a funny thing.
Being alone in a crowd.
What do they call it?
The lonely heart, the bitter one?
The clingy, needy young girl.
The bossy, trouble maker
Easy to love at first, but hard to love forever.
Has friends, but they don’t really care
Is shushed, told to be silent, but can’t help being naturally loud.
Dramatic at most, solemn at best.
Cares about everyone and everything,
Sometimes too much though.
Hates being told what to do and when things don’t go her way.
Is called perfect sometimes, but is far from it
If you look close into her eyes, you can see her yearning to be found, to be loved unconditionally.
Doesn’t want any strings attached, but she comes with strings.
A desire to fit in, so much she is willing to destroy herself in the process.
Maybe she will be lost forever, maybe thats who she’s meant to be.
The feeling of being unwanted always scratches in the back of her throat.
Acts strong but underneath that tough skin she is weak.
Looks up to people and yearns for their friendship and acceptance.
A little girl at heart.
A failure at best.
She is lonesome and lonesome is her…
—  Alexis Pendleton

anonymous asked:

what's up with gay girls and strong jaw lines and brown hair? everyone in clexa fandom stanned the hell out of alycia even when eliza was better to her fans. at least this time katie is the one out of the two who is unproblematic. i thinks it's a women in power thing too and something about the clothes... idk. maybe we are all just super gay for jaw lines and brunettes lmao

idk i can’t speak for all gay girls but personally i love a girl that looks like she could kick my ass

Disney Princesses/Heroines starter sentences

Snow White 

“Supper’s not quite ready. You’ll just have time to wash.”
“If you let me stay, I’ll keep house for you. I’ll wash and sew and sweep and cook.”
“I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“You don’t know what I’ve been through. And all because I was afraid.”
“I’m so ashamed of the fuss I made.”
“Please don’t send me away. If you do, (s)he’ll kill me!”
“Want to know a secret?”
“Oh, I feel strange.“ 

 The Blue Fairy

"A lie keeps growing and growing until it’s as plain as the nose on your face.” “You must learn to choose between right and wrong.”
“Always let your conscience be your guide.”
“Perhaps you haven’t been telling the truth, ____." 

 Alice 

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t.”
“It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.”
“I was just wondering if you could help me find my way.”
“If I listened earlier, I wouldn’t be here.” “That explains the trouble that I’m always in.”
“Well… I went along my merry way, and I never stopped to reason. I should’ve known there’d be a price to pay, someday…”
“I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it!”
“Will I ever learn to do the things I should?”
“I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, because I’m not myself, you know.”
“Curiosity often leads to trouble.”
“Well, I must say, I’ve never heard it that way before.”
“I’m sorry I interrupted your birthday party.”
“When I get home I shall write a book about this place… If I ever do get home.”
“Well, I’m trying to find my way home.”
“I’m sorry, but I just haven’t the time!”
“Well, I can’t remember things like I used to.”
“Of all the silly nonsense, this is the stupidest ____ party I’ve ever been to in all my life.”
“I’m sorry, ____. I can’t marry you. You’re not the right (wo)man for me. And there’s that trouble with your digestion.”
“I love you, ___, but this is my life. I’ll decide what to do with it.”
“You’re lucky to have my sister/brother/friend for your wife/husband, ____, and be good to her/him. I’ll be watching very closely.”
“Don’t worry, ____. I’ll find something useful to do with my life.”
“I’ve never stopped dreaming.”
“I’d rather you didn’t. I’ll be fine as soon as I wake up.”
“I’m not slaying anything. I don’t slay, so put it out of your mind.”
“Who’s to say what is "proper”? What if it was agreed that “proper” was wearing a codfish on your head? Would you wear it?“ 

Cinderella 

"No, it isn’t true. It’s just no use. No use at all. I can’t believe. Not anymore. There’s nothing left to believe in. Nothing.”
“Why, it’s like a dream. A wonderful dream come true.”
“It’s more than I ever hoped for.”
“Suppose they heard you upstairs. You know the orders. So if you don’t want to lose a warm, nice bed, you’d better get rid of those dreams.”
“No, I mean it. ____ has his/her good points, too. For one thing, (s)he… Well, sometimes (s)he… Hmmm. There must be something good about him/her.”
“Oh, well. What’s a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely… Completely wonderful.”
“I’m sorry. I-I guess I forgot about everything, even the time.”
“But it was so wonderful. And (s)he was so handsome/beautiful, and when we danced…”
“I’m sure that even the Prince(ss) himself couldn’t have been more… more… Oh, well, it-it’s over, and…”
“Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.”
“Well, I-I, oh, the Prince(ss). I haven’t met the Prince(ss).”
“Just because it’s what’s done doesn’t mean it’s what should be done!”
“I’m only a girl/boy, not a prince(ss).”
“Why? Why are you so *cruel*? I don’t understand it. I’ve tried to be kind to you.”
“No one deserves to be treated as you have treated me. Why are you do it? WHY?" 

Lady

"I should have been home hours ago.”
“Don’t even mention that horrible place.”
“I was so embarrassed… And frightened.”
“I don’t need you to shelter and protect me." 

Aurora 

"Why do they still treat me like a child?”
“Yes, it’s only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true, and I’ve seen him/her so many times.”
“Oh, you darling! This is the happiest day of my life! Everything’s *so* wonderful!”
“I know you’re there. Don’t be afraid.”
“You’ve been very good to me. Well, except that one time you fed me ____." 

Perdita 

”(S)he wants our ____. That’s all (s)he’s after.“
"But was does he/she want with them? He/she can’t possibly love them." 

Duchess

"Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare.”
“____ do not practice biting and clawing, and things like that. It’s just horrible.”
“___, you could have lost your life!”
“Now, ___, that is not kind. You know ___ is so fond of us, and takes very good care of us." 

Maid Marian 

"Oh darling, I thought you’d never ask me!”
“Oh, (s)he’s probably forgotten all about me.”
“Surely (s)he must know how I really love him/her.”
“I beg of you, spare his/her life! Please have mercy!”
“Oh, ___, you’re so brave and impetuous!" 

Penny

"Did you want to see me sir/mam?”
“But I’ve tried as hard as I could, honest!”
“Then please, will you take me back to ___ like you promised?”
“The water’s coming in, please pull me up!”
“Put me down, ___!" 

Eilonwy 

"Are you a lord, or a warrior?”
“Oh, what a pity. I was so hoping for someone who could help me escape.”
“Oh, well, if you want to come with me, you may.”
“Aren’t you charming?”
“I’m afraid it’ll soon be over for us.“
”“Girl/Boy”? “Girl/Boy”? If it wasn’t for this *girl/boy*, you would still be in ___ dungeon.“

Jenny

“They won’t mind. Really.”
“Don’t worry, ___. I’ll take care of you.”
“And what kind of person would steal an innocent little kitty/puppy/baby?”
“It’s still wrong. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.”

Ariel

“What would I pay to stay here beside you?”
“I’m sorry, I just forgot, I–”
“Nothing happened.”
“But if you would just listen!”
“(S)he would have died.”
“I’ve never seen a (species) this close before. Oh (s)he’s very handsome/beautiful, isn’t (s)he?”
“All right, I’m going inside. You can just stay here and watch for (animal species).”
“If only I could make him/her understand. I just don’t see things the way (s)he does.” 
“I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.”
“Why don’t you go tell ___? You’re good at that!”

Belle

“Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them…”
“Oh this is all my fault. If only I had gotten here sooner.”
“Don’t talk like that. You’ll be alright. We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.”
“No, No! Please. Please… Please don’t leave me… I love you.”
“Well, some people use their imagination.”
“What do you know about my dreams, ___?”
“___, I’m-I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say.”
“I’m very sorry, ___… but… but I just don’t deserve you!”
“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!”
“If you hadn’t *frightened* me, I wouldn’t have run away!”
“Well, *you* should learn to control your temper.”
“Now, hold still. This might sting a little.”
“By the way, thank you for saving my life.”
“I’m not hungry!”
“(S)he’s not a monster, ___. You are!”
“Please… stop.”
“Who’s there? Who are you?”
“I’ve come for my father/mother/master. Please, let him/her out! Can’t you see, (s)he’s sick!”
“But (s)he could die! Please, I’ll do anything!”
“Oh there must be some way I can… wait! Take me instead.”
“___ not crazy and I can prove it!”
“Oh no, (s)he’d never hurt anyone. Please, I know (s)he looks vicious, but (s)he’s really kind and gentle. (S)he’s my friend.”

Jasmine

“You’re not free to make your own choices.”
“Let him/her go!”
“Unhand him/her!”
“Do as I command, release him/her!”
“It’s all so magical.”
“It’s a shame ___ had to miss this.”
“You are the boy/girl from the market! Why did you lie to me?”
“Did you think I was stupid? That I wouldn’t figure it out?”
“Who are you? Tell me the truth.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“That stupid law! This isn’t fair! I love you!”
“Please, try to understand. I’ve never done a thing on my own.”
“I’ve never had any real friends.”
“I am not a prize to be won!”
“Hmm… I never realized how incredibly handsome you are.”

Nala

“So where are we going? It better not be any place dumb.”
“What made you come back?”
“So where are we really going?”
“What’s happened to you? You’re not the ___ I remember.”
“Hey genius, it was my idea.”

Pocahontas

“If you kill him/her, you’ll have to kill me too!”
“Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us.”
“This is the path I choose, ___. What will yours be?”
“It would’ve been better if we never met. None of this would’ve happened.”
“I can’t leave you.”
“You think I’m an ignorant savage, and you’ve been so many places, I guess it must be so.”
“How can there be so much that you don’t know?”
“You have a most unusual name too.”
“I’m trying to help my people.”
“I don’t know what I can do, still I know I’ve got to try.”
“We don’t have to fight them! There must be a better way!”
“But maybe we should try talking to them.”
“But of one of them did want to talk, you would listen to him/her, wouldn’t you?”
“I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong.”
“I thought our love would be so beautiful.”
“Should I marry ___?”
“___ was just coming to protect me.”

Esmeralda 

“I ask for nothing. I can get by. But I know so many less lucky than I.”
“You mistreat this poor boy/girl the same way you mistreat my people!”
“You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help!”
“You’re lucky. That arrow almost pierced your heart.”
“Did you make all these things yourself?”
“How can such a cruel man raised someone someone like you?”
“Now you look at me. Do you think I’m evil?”
“You’re not hurt are you? Here, let’s see.”
“I know what you were ‘imagining’.”
“Alright, then I’ll come to see you.”
“You missed a spot?”
“Are you always this charming or am I just lucky?”
“You sneaky son of a…”

Meg

“Well you know how men are. They think ‘No’ means ‘Yes’ and ‘Get lost’ means ‘Take me, I’m yours.’”
“You wanted to be petty and dishonest?”
“How do you know what I’m like?”
“I’m a big touch girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.”
“People do crazy things… when they’re in love.”
“Sometimes it’s better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you.”
“Look, I learned my lesson, ok?”
“It looks better that way. No, it really does.”
“Are you always this articulate?”
“Read my lips – forget it!”
“You’re really choked up about this, aren’t ya?”
“I don’t care, I’m not going to help you hurt her/him!”
“This one’s different. (S)he’s strong, (s)he’s caring, (s)he would never do anything to hurt me…”
“What are you doing? Without your strength, you’ll be killed!”
“Look, I gave it my best shot, but (s)he made me an offer I had to refuse!”

Mulan

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Stop. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before.”
“Look at me… I will never pass for a perfect bride?”
“Can it be I’m not meant to play this part?”
“Well, (s)he doesn’t talk about me much.”
“I never want to see a naked (wo)man again.”
“If you’re so worried, go stand watch.”
“You shouldn’t have to go!”
"Why else would I come back?”
“I don’t think I can do this.”
“Hey. I’ll hold him, and you punch!”
“Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof!”

Jane

“Now, you stay away from me. Like a very good wild (wo)man.”
“You stay. I’m warning you… My ___ won’t take kind to you.”
“Now that’s close ENOUGH!”
“It’s a lovely heartbeat. It’s very nice.”
“You do speak? And all this time I thought you were this big, wild, quiet, silent, person-thing!
“Hmm! I mean, I must say I’m rather curious of who you are.”
“(S)he was this close to me, ___, just staring at me.”
“(S)he was confused at first, as if (s)he had never seen another ___ before.”
“His/her eyes were intense… and focused, and… I’ve never seen eyes like those before.”
“Put me down! Put me down!”
“No pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!”
“All right, enough of this. I want that paper on the count of three. One, two… Oh, look!”
“Now, now, don’t give me those crocodile tears.”
“What would your parents have to say?”
“Oh, ___, you have no idea what’s in store for you. You’re going to see the world, and all kinds of people will want to meet you. Leaders, scientists, writers.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to have you out of this in a second.”

Chicha

“What do you mean the door’s stuck? Try jiggling the handle.”
“So, remind me again how you’re related to ___?”
“So what did the emperor want?”
“Well, that’s just rude!”
“No no no no. Emperor or no Emperor, it’s called common courtesy. If it were me, I’d march right back there and *demand* to see him. You know I would!”
“___, I’m fine. This baby’s not coming out for a while, but even if it was, I’d give that guy a piece of my mind. That kind of behavior just, just…”
“As I said before, you may remember, ___ is not here. I’ll be sure to tell him/her you stopped by.”
“Lady with a baby comin’ through.”

Kida

“I have some questions for you, and you are not leaving this city until they are answered!”
“You do swim, do you not?”
“True, our people live, but our culture is dying. We are like a stone the ocean beats against. With each passing year a little more of us is worn away.”
“All will be well, ___ ___. Be not afraid.”
“A thousand years ago, the streets were lit and our people did not have to scavenge for food at the edge of a crumbling city!”
“They don’t know any better!”
“We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins.”
“The kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.”
“Our way of life is dying.”
“You… travel, you are a friendly traveler.”

Lilo

“I’m late because I had to go to the store and get peanut butter ‘cause all we have is… is… stinkin’ tuna!”
“But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you though.”
“I remember everyone that leaves.”
“You know, you wreck everything you touch. Why not try and make something for a change?”
“Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw!”
“No more caffeine for you.”
“Then why don’t you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?”
“This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that.”
“You’ll like it 'cause it’s stinky like YOU!”
“A falling star… I call it! Get out, get out! I have to make a wish!”
“I hear you cry at night.”
“Do you dream about them?”
“I know that’s why you wreck things, and push me.”
“I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have.”
“Did you ever kill anyone?”
“Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys… But if you want, you could be a part of it. You could be our baby, and we’d raise you to be good.”
“Don’t worry. (S)he likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read her/his diary.”
“My friends need to be punished.”
“Leave me alone to diiiiie.”

Nani

“No! You’re not taking him/her! I’m the only one who understands him/her! You take that away, (s)he won’t stand a chance!”
“But you don’t know what you’re doing! (S)he needs me!”
“You smell like a lawn mower.” 
“Oh. Ohhhh! Oh, you know, I’m *really* sorry about that, and if I had known who you were, of course I never would’ve… I can pay for that.”
“Okay, talk. I know you had something to do with this.” 
“I think it might be a koala… an *evil* koala. I can’t even pet it! It keeps *staring* at me, like it’s gonna eat me!”
“I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“Oh no! Gravity is increasing on me!”
“The manager’s a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead.”

Captain Amelia 

“Nasty business, but I won’t bore you with my scars.”
“Oh, shut up, ___. You know I don’t mean a word of it.”
“___, you have… wonderful eyes.”
“___, I’d love to chat. Tea, cake, the whole shebang, but I have a ___ to run.”
“Can you get nothing wrong?”
“You can keep that kind of flim-flammery for your spaceport floozies, ___!”
“Did you actually aim for that?”
“I mean that in a very caring way.”

Franny

“Just a little tip for the future, I am always right. Even when I’m wrong, I’m right.”
“___, what have you done? How could you bring him/her here?”
“Oh, but ___, it’s already happened…”

Mittens

“They pretend they’re going to always be there for you, and then one day they pack up and move away and take their love with them.”
“They leave her/him/me, wondering what she/he/I did wrong.”
“You - you came all the way back here… for me?”
“Yes, so if you want to keep it inside your body, where it belongs, you should stop jumping off trucks doing eighty on the interstate!”
“You know what that is, television? It’s entertainment for people. It’s fake! Nothing you think is real is real!”
“Yeah, go nuts. Let’s see how that works out for ya.”

Tiana

“Voodoo? You mean to tell me all this happened because you were messing with the Shadow Man?”
“It serves me right for wishing on stars. The ONLY way to get what you want in this world is through hard work.”
“My dream wouldn’t be complete… without you in it.”
“You’re a no-count, philandering, lazy bump on a log.”
“This stick in the mud has had to work two jobs her whole life while you’ve been sucking on a silver spoon chasing chambermaids around your - your ivory tower!”
“Oh… All my years. No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”
“I can’t hear you, I’m sorry. What?”
“You said you were fabulously wealthy!”
“Oh, very funny. So, what now? I reckon you want a kiss?”
“A prince/princess? But I didn’t wish for any…”
“(S)he was trying to propose. That’s what all that fumbling was about and here I thought, all (s)he wanted was to marry a rich girl/boy.”
“Just look at it, mama! Don’t it just make you wanna cry?”

Rapunzel

“Who are you, and how did you find me?”
“I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?”
“Well, that’s okay! I mean, what (s)he doesn’t know won’t kill him/her, right?”
“I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.”
“I have made the decision to trust you.”
“Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me?”
“Something brought you here, ___ ___. Call it what you will… fate… destiny…”
“And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise.”
“Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess.”
“Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out.”
“I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. You know what I mean?”
“I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… when I should have been hiding - from YOU!”
“No! You were wrong about the world. And you were wrong about ME!”

Vanellope

“You could stay. You could have your own castle, where you can wreck and stink as much as you want, and no one would ever treat you badly ever again.”
“Why are your hands so freakishly big?”
“You really are a bad guy.”
“What? Speak up, I can’t hear you. Your breath is so bad it made my ears numb!”
“What’s the big deal over that crummy medal, anyway?”
“Everyone here says I’m just a mistake…”
“I’m not listening to you! Get outta my way!”
“___, it’s not gonna work…”

Anna

“Don’t you dare!”
“Oh well, it was all my fault. I got engaged, but then (s)he freaked out because I’d only just met him/her, you know that day. (S)he said (s)he wouldn’t bless the marriage and…”
“Yes, pay attention, but the thing is (s)he wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe (s)he has a thing about dirt…”
“I understand if you don’t want to help me anymore.”
“It’s true love!”
“___, please! Please! I can’t live like this anymore!”
“What did I ever do to you?”
“No! Why? Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of?”
“All right, I’m just blocking you out because I gotta concentrate here.”
“Nobody wants to be alone. Except maybe you.”
“You kind of set off an eternal winter everywhere.”
“Please, I know you’re in there.”
“Just let me in.”
“What would you know about love? All you ever do is shut people out.”

Elsa

“The party is over. Close the gates.”
“I said enough!”
“Please, you’ll only make it worse!”
“You’re not safe here!”
“You can’t marry a man/woman you just met.”
“I belong here… alone, where I can be who I am and not hurt anybody.”
“I never knew what I was cabible of.”
“The cold never bothered me anyway.”
“Yes I’m alone but I’m alone and free.”
“Just stay away and you’ll be safe from me.”
“There’s so much fear.”

Gogo

“There are no red lights during car chases!”
“Stop whining. Woman up.”

Honey Lemon

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. We don’t KNOW (s)he’s trying to kill us.”
“(S)HE’S TRYING TO KILL US!”
“Oh, my gosh! You must be ___! I’VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!”

Judy

“And… and after we’re done, you can hate me, and that’ll be fine, because I was a horrible friend, and I hurt you. And you… and you can walk away knowing you were right all along.”
“Wait, uh, wait - listen! I - I know you’ll never forgive me! And I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t forgive me either. I was ignorant, and… irresponsible… and small-minded. But ___ shouldn’t suffer because of my mistakes. I have to fix this.”
“I hope so. We are really fighting the clock and every minute counts.”
“Excuse me… Down here… Hi.”
“Ooh, ah, you probably didn’t know, but a ___ can call another ___ 'cute’, but when ___ do it, that’s a little…”
“I came here to make the world a better place, but I think I broke it.”
“it’s your word against yours. It’s called a hustle sweetheart. Boom.”
“What’re you going to do, kill me?”
“No! ___! Don’t do this! Fight it!”

Steal Your Heart (Part I of II)

Pairing: You x Luhan

Summary: When he spends more and more time with another girl

Warnings: Angst (compensated by fluff because I love happy endings ^__^)

“This is Likun,” Luhan said brightly, smiling back and forth between me and the petite girl as I stood up and quickly shook her hand, a little flustered.

“Hi,” I said as politely as I could, watching as Likun smiled prettily back at me. “Luhan’s told me a lot about you!”

Likun was Luhan’s childhood best friend, or so he had told me. They had been inseparable until they were fourteen, when Likun had left China to study overseas in America and now, ten years later, she was back permanently for her job. 

When Luhan found out, he had been beyond excited to reconnect with her again, and I told him I looked forward to meeting her soon. But not this soon. To my surprise, Luhan had brought her unannounced with him today to the cafe, where we had arranged to meet on my lunch break. I had been looking forward to the hour in the middle of the day where I would have my boyfriend all to myself; I thought it was just going to be Luhan and I on our little date, and my smile faltered slightly when Luhan pulled a chair out for Likun and prompted her to sit down.

Apparently not.

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DEREK LUH AND NATE MALOLEY IMAGINE


✖️Toxic Love✖️

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“Your really can’t be serious right now?” A disbelief expression remain on her face. Her eyes follow his drunk like movements as he walked past you.

Her hand turns pale from the grip you were giving the doorknob. She slammed the door and drunken Nate flinched in his steps.

“You need a drink!” He gives his highly upset girlfriend a toothy smile. He was oblivious to the way he was acting and more so oblivious to how he was treating Y/N.

“You need to sit the hell down.” Her voice wasn’t loud but it was cold enough for Nate to stop smiling.


Y/N strides over to him, her hand reaches out to take the bottle of fireball out his hand. “Give it!” She shouts when he pulls back from her.


“No! Don’t!” He was stumbling backwards almost hitting the glass coffee table.

“Your dunk enough! I’m not gonna let you continue to get fucked up.” She’s always been genuinely concerned about him, especially about his lifestyle.

Y/Ns not used to having a boyfriend who parties all night and comes home at four in the morning. Hell sleep all day and not want nothing to do with her. All this neglect has her regretting their one year relationship.

“Just stop bitching about little shit!” Nate aggressively yells at her and shoved her out of his way.

She stands firm and doesn’t fall, she watches him with hurt eyes as he stumbles off to the kitchen.

No tears would escape her soft eyes, she know better to not cry over someone who treats her like shit. All she does is take a deep breath and walks up the stairs.

Y/N ignored the shattered glass and the slamming of the cabinets coming from down below. She enters their room and takes her her bag from the dresser. She took her phone of the charger and grabbed her keys.

Once she had everything that she’ll need for the rest of the day she heads back down the steps.


Nate sees her from the bar view of the kitchen. You’d think that he would stop her but no he just watches her walk to the door.

“I guess we’re over then?’” He says boldly making her stop in her tracks.

“Nate…I love you so much. I pray for you more than I do for myself and I’m genuinely concern about your health. I just can’t bare to be in this relationship anymore.”


Her words may have hurt him but she only said them because she loves him and cares about him.

Nate watches her leave their home and watch once the door slams shut with her behind it his head falls down.

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Derek waits for Y/Ns arrival in front of his condo. He wears a tanks and basketball shorts with adidas slippers on. Not too long ago Y/N called him at 4:22 in the morning.

Derek has always been there for her, he had no problem with being woken out his sleep to be there for his long time friend.

Her black jeep comes into view and he walks down the gravel stones over to her vehicle.


The cars in park and she shuts it off, Derek opens the driver door and he hugs her instantly.

She latches onto her longtime friend and softly smile for the first time in a long time. “How you feeling?” He asks her while he helps her out the car.

“I could be better.” Y/N says with dead eyes, eyes that Derek has never seen before.

“He was drinking again?” This wasn’t the first time that Y/N has drove over here early in the morning all because of her drunken boyfriend.

“He always is. I can’t deal with him and his lifestyle anymore Derek.” Her head rests on his shoulder as they walked to the front door.

“You ended thing with him?” It was shocking for Derek to know that possibly both of his best friends will be ending things.

“Yes.” A sigh drags out her mouth. Derek leaves her side to open the door and let her in.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I know how much you love him.” He says warmly and closes on he door behind them.

Derek watches Y/Ns body language as she immediately walks herself to his room. She knew his place inside and out, she knew where to get things and where to find them.


“You wanna wait to talk about it?” Derek would always give her time to get her head straight before talking about anything involving Nate.


“No…lay with me.” She whispers with hurt eyes on her friend. She removes her shoes and removes her sweater.

Derek takes off his shoes and lays on the bed waiting for her. The covers open for her to lay under them. He becomes the big spoon to her little spoon.


“I’m just scared for him.” She voices out, her lips rubbing against his forearms. “I worry about his health.” He nods his head knowing how she feels.

Derek too worries about his best friend, his lifestyle is no good. “I still love him but I can’t be in a toxic relationship.” She shakes her head.

“It’s best that you ended things.” He tells her and kisses her head. “Maybe you two just need some space.” He says but she grips his arm.

“No, I need him completely out my life Derek.” She turns her body around and faces him.

“You’re strong for not crying.” Not once has he seen her cry over Nate, that’s what Derek loves the most about her. She’s strong and won’t let any man bring her down.

“I have to be.” She gives him a sad smile, one that breaks his heart because it wasn’t real.

“Where are you gonna live?” Her family wasn’t nowhere near close to her.

“I was hoping with you?” She says with her eye focus on his neck. “Of course you can.” His answer made her look up at him with loving eyes.


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Eight months have with by with Y/N not contacting her ex boyfriend. Eight months have went by with Y/N and Derek living together. Eight months have went by with Y/N slowly becoming better with the help have Derek.

The two no share his home and now it was called their home. They celebrated thanksgiving and Halloween together. They cleaned together ever Sunday morning. They go to the farmers market together to fill up the fridge.

They both become so comfortable with each other that Y/N didn’t mind Derek brushing his teeth while she was in the shower. She didn’t mind him seeing her bare face first thing in the morning.

Derek was still in contact with Nate, their friends. They sometimes recorded music together and Nate would ask how is she? Derek wouldn’t tell him anything, he would just ignore it.

Nate would constantly watch Y/Ns snaps just to see glimpse of her smile or to hear her laughter. It hit him hard to know that she’s now happier without him in her life.


“I’m gonna ask her to be with me?” Derek let’s Nate knows about his feeling.

“No you’re not!” Nate was scared for his life.

“I’ve been taking care of her and I love her Nate. I make her happy, I make her smile and laugh.” Derek sets Nate straight.

“You’re my friend Derek..” He was devastated to know that his ex will be taken away from him.

“I know and I’m sorry.” Derek didn’t give him no time to respond. He leaves the studio and head to the car. Before pulling off he lets Y/N know that he’ll be home soon.


When Y/N got off of work she came home and took a quick shower. She smile at the text Derek sends her and responds with a drive safely.

She left their room and went in the kitchen to heat up some leftover pasta. Living with someone for such a long time you start know what they like and don’t like.

She heats up two plates and heads in the laundry room to fold up Derek’s clothes. She enjoys doing these little things for him, it made her smile.

“Y/N.” Derek’s loving voice calls out for her. “I’m in the laundry room!” She shouts to him while folding his jeans.

Derek rushed inside the small room with a goofy smile.

“Why you cheesiness so hard.” She laughs at his smile. Derek hugs her from behind while watching her fold.

“I have something to ask you?” He whispers nervously.

“What?” She tilts her head, looking at him.

“Would you like to be with me?” He said with a stiff face.

“As in your girlfriend?” She licks her dry lips.


“Yeah as in my girlfriend.” He repeats to her.

“Yes.”‘she says happily and out of nowhere she kisses his lips for the first time. “Your lips.” He whispers memorize by how soft they are.

Who would’ve thought that two friends will be together and that’s all because of a relationship ending. While one door closes another one opens.

WHAT WOMEN LOOK FOR IN MEN:

will you still hold me after sex when my legs are shaking and I can hear the world creeping in between my eyelids and my stomach starts churning with every word my parents raised me on - will you be able to kiss the taste of communion wine off of my lips while I’m lying there, thinking of what my God is going to do when he sees how often I’ve been on my knees. In the shower the morning after will you hear how sad I am instead of expecting head, will you ask why it is that recently I’ve pulled into my mind so I don’t laugh with my whole body anymore, just the parts you’re looking for, will you still want to get naked with me once I’ve broken down and become empty in front of you, once I can’t hide behind dim lights and good angles and quick jokes that are more self-deprecating than they should be, will you still pull me to your chest if halfway through sex I start sobbing because my grandfather is in the hospital and dying and I feel like my entire family hates me and if they knew what I was doing they would put me out on the street, would you say “I love you” and mean it beyond wanting a night full of passion and hickies - because I’d really rather you skip the lie and just sleep with me - would the face you show me be the same one you have in front of your buddies or is this all some act to get me comfortable, would you listen to the space in between words where I say things that aren’t audible, would you care enough to know that I’ve been faking being whole, would you sit and expect nothing from me on the days where the blackness in my soul swallows up everything so I can’t even get out of bed without regretting that I am still breathing, would you be there for me because

my daddy raised me to believe that all men leave. You package our hearts in small white takeout boxes and then exeunt stage left, cackling in the darkness. You kiss us like we’re the only thing on your mind and text your side chick when we fall asleep. You say you’ll treat us like a princess when I’ve only ever wanted to be equal. Men leave once they get what they want, my daddy told me. You can’t keep him if he’s not trying to scrape something out from the inside of your palms. Don’t be so emotional, don’t be a burden, don’t get mad at how he treats other girls. “The mistake all women make,” my father told me, “Is thinking they can change men. It just doesn’t happen.” I think about this while I’m washing our dishes and you raise your voice about something small. I think about this every time you kiss me without noticing I’m hurting. My daddy said all men are pigs but

my momma once pushed back my hair and told me that the only thing to look for in a man is someone that would make me happy. She said we fall in love an average of eight times before we find the one we stick with. She said a little pain is gonna happen now and then. She said that my daddy is a good-for-nothing cynic and needs to maybe drink some tea and calm down a little, she said that even if I got left behind seven hundred times, I am still her daughter and that means I am strong as this Earth’s crust. She said you’ve just gotta put your faith in the universe. Just let go. Just trust.

WHAT WOMEN LOOK FOR WHEN LOOKING FOR LOVE:

just somebody who would make us feel good enough.

—  Maybe that’s asking too much. /// r.i.d

anonymous asked:

sometimes i get sad because sombra was a child genius just like efi is but because of her circumstances she never got any recognition or oppurtunities for her talent

Understandable. Sombra should have gotten a better deal but, at the same time, I don’t think she’s in too bad of a place. Despite being, y’know, on the villain-ish side of things, she’s got the Talon fam and she definitely hasn’t lost any of her skill. I agree that maybe in another timeline, she should have gotten what she deserved but, that the same time, I don’t think recognition is a huge necessary factor. It might have been a heartbreaking experience at one point but she’s the strong, brilliant, beautiful woman she is now and I love her all the same. Just my opinion.

Also, can you imagine the kind of stress and insecurity Efi has got to be building up? Sure, we see a happy little sweetheart but being a child genius has got to take a tole on said child. She has so many standards she has to keep up with and she has robots to build and technology to create and so on and so on. Being a child genius is an amazing thing indeed but just allow these kids to be kids while they can, yeah? Give them a few years to have fun and grow into themselves before people force that praise and that stress on a kid.

Unpopular opinion: They both could have had better experiences.

Home, Chapter 7

TITLE: Home
CHAPTER NUMBER: 7/?
AUTHOR: Losille2000
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom
GENRE: Romance/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: Tom returns home grouchy and exhausted from a cramped flight after four months on the road for work. Unfortunately, there’s already someone sleeping in his bed.
RATING: M (sex, language)
WARNINGS:  None.
AUTHORS NOTES: I am late, late, late as always. I am profusely sorry for the wait. But the hiatus I took was good so I could focus on some personal things. I hope, above all hopes, to have another new chapter up soon now that life is returning to a new normal. Thank you for sticking around, even with all the craziness that has become this fandom of late.

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10 Days - Part 4 - AU Series

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,668


5 years before. At Sam and Amelia’s Wedding.

Y/N had voted to hate Dean, you know this already. What you don’t know is that Dean hated her too, even if for just a brief moment. It probably was disappointment more than hate but it was definitely the first time he had felt something different from love and guilt towards her. That disappointment was felt the day after Sam’s wedding.

Let’s say first that during that wedding something changed.

Dean couldn’t keep his eyes off her on a regular basis, but that night it was more accentuated than ever, probably fault of her beautiful dress. Apparently, though, he wasn’t the only one feeling that way; one of Amelia’s cousins, in particular, was really annoying. He had kept hitting on her all night long and Dean was really, really, tired of that. The moment he noticed, from Y/N’s expression, that she couldn’t stand that guy either, he went to the rescue, “Hey, sorry man, I have to steal you Y/N here, since she promised me a dance.”

“Yeah, of course,” the man replied even if he didn’t seem really happy about it.

The minute Dean and Y/N were far enough from him, she started, “Thank you for the rescue, we don’t need to actually dance.” 

“Yes we do, otherwise we’ll blow our cover,” he insisted, anticipating already that dance with her.

She sighed but obliged and followed him. The minute they got on the dance floor, a slow dance song started, “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she muttered.

“Hey, better me than that guy over there, right?” He smirked.

She just glared at him, even if he had a point; it’s not like she could agree with him immediately, right? She had a facade to keep. She was absolutely convinced that dancing with him was a really bad idea and she was trying to come up with one of those escape plans of hers; she didn’t manage this time either though, because, the moment he got closer to her and put his hands on the small of her back, her mind went blank. And here she committed her first mistake, she looked up at him in the eyes and, in the exact moment their eyes met, her heartbeat accelerated. She wanted to hate him but, despite what he had done to her, she knew there was something different from hate inside of her and that was what scared her the most.

Dean, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier. It was the first time in 5 years he had been so close to her, let alone touching her and, when she put her hands around his neck, he smiled. Maybe now they were closer to that forgiveness, he thought.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off him, she just wanted him back. Her brain was completely frozen and she couldn’t remember the reason why she hated him anymore. She was just lost in his eyes. There were no better eyes than his, she thought that, still. And while she was lost in that green field, she failed to notice how her breathing had quickened. 

What she did notice, though, were his pupils, dilated with lust.

He wanted her.

And here came her second mistake, even if she didn’t do it on purpose, she bit her lower lip. This was all Dean needed, “Come home with me, after the wedding,” he proposed hopefully and she just nodded. That’s when the song ended and Dean was called to do his best man speech. He smiled at her and left.

That night they shared each other, rediscovering how it felt to be together.

One thing was sure, it was different from 5 years before. There wasn’t only love and passion between the two of them this time, but other things as well, like guilt and fear. There was also happiness on Dean’s side, though; he was absolutely convinced that she was going to give him another chance, that they were going to be together again. This was probably the source of his future disappointment.

They didn’t say a word all night long, too afraid of ruining everything that was between them in that moment. They just loved each other again, until they fell asleep.

When Dean woke up in the morning, Y/N was already on her feet, busy putting her dress on again.

“Hey, what time is it?” Dean asked, yawning.

“Almost 10,” she answered, “Can you zip my dress?” She then asked, expressionless.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, sitting on the bed and doing as she had asked, “You know, you can borrow some of my clothes… This dress doesn’t look really comfortable.” 

“No thanks.” Was her only reply.

Dean noticed how cold she was being towards him but he thought that she was probably still half asleep, so he didn’t make a big deal out of it.

He should have.

From the moment she had woken up that morning, the spell under which she had been the night before, had disappeared. She had regretted the whole thing immediately. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, even if she liked to think that. It was that she didn’t trust him, not at all. Once a cheater, always a cheater; she kept repeating this to herself, almost daily, and it was probably the only thing keeping her away from him. This motto was her anchor.

“Let’s have dinner together tonight,” Dean offered, still seated on his bed.

“What?” Y/N asked frowning. Was he serious!?

“Or tomorrow, if you’re busy today,” he continued, still in the dark about how she really felt.

“You mean like a date?” She asked, to clarify.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied matter-of-factly. Wasn’t it obvious?

“I’m not gonna get back with you. You know that, right?” She said, convinced of pointing out the obvious.

“I’m sorry, what!?” He asked, unbelieving, getting out of bed.

“I haven’t forgiven you, Dean, and I still don’t trust you,” she stated, surprised that he wanted to get back with her in the first place. 5 years are a lot. You meet new people, you love new people, right?

Well, not Dean.

“Then, what was last night about?” He asked, incredulous. He had seen the look in her eyes the night before and he had seen love in there. A correct reading, for sure. But, like they say, sometimes love is not enough.

“I drank a little and I felt lonely… That’s all there was,” she replied, lying. If she had told him the truth their discussion would have never ended and she just wanted to leave his house and have ice-cream to eat her feelings.

“Man, you are unbelievable!” He affirmed angrily, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, I am unbelievable?!” She asked sarcastically. “You cheated on me!” 

He sat on his bed again, almost too tired of the situation to keep himself on his feet, “I know I did,” he admitted sadly, “And I have apologized 100 times and I’ll apologize forever for that,” he confessed, knowing that the guilt inside of him was never going to go away, “But if you didn’t want to get back with me, why did you have to get my hopes up?” He asked, brokenhearted.

She looked at him as if he had just said a joke, “Your hopes up?” She asked incredulously, “You sleep with every woman that walks the earth! What does it matter if it was me for once?” She continued, still not understanding that he still loved her. Maybe, though, she didn’t want to understand that; it was too dangerous and her motto probably wasn’t strong enough for that.

He looked at her with mad eyes, “It matters to me!” He affirmed, standing up again.

“Well, Boo-hoo! You broke my heart and, because of you, I probably won’t trust another man for the rest of my life.” She replied, almost too sad at the memory to express all her anger, “I don’t feel sorry for you at all.” She then added coldly. After that, she got out of his bedroom and all that Dean heard after that was the front door being slammed.

This was the first time she broke his heart. They didn’t spoke to each other for a while after this episode; Dean really needed to process his disappointment before getting back on track.

Y/N, on the other hand, couldn’t speak with him for different reasons. She did felt sorry for him, even if she had said the opposite. Even after what he had done to her, she never wanted him to be hurt; it was her love for him talking, but she was pretending that it was just the way a good person acts. That day she had found out that he wanted her back and she had to really fight with herself not to grant his desire. She wanted to give him a second chance but she could still feel the pain of what he had done to her. One thing was sure: she didn’t want to feel like that ever again. And, since the motto says “Once a cheater, always a cheater”, she just couldn’t get back with him; not again. That’s way she avoided talking to him, she basically avoided seeing him in general. During this long period of time, they didn’t fight anymore, the indifference was back.

They spoke again around 1 year later when Michelle was born.

It wasn’t like they talked to each other, like normal people. No, they started fighting again, Dean focused on the task of getting her back and Y/N convinced that he hated her, for what she had done.

Another thing was sure, when Dean decided to act again to get her back, he had no idea that his heart was going to be broken a second time, around 4 years after Michelle’s birth.

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anonymous asked:

In Spacewalker, Lincoln explicitly tells us that L/xa can't concede on Finn because if she does, the grounders will kill her. (Abby: "Your people would kill their own leader for being merciful?" Lincoln: "For being weak.") This is one of the first things we learn about grounder politics and I imagine L/xa understood. If that's the case, I'm still confused about her motives for change in 3A when she knew she was viewed as weak after MW (and that it was about more than the Ice Nation's vendetta).

Honestly, I think it was because she WAS weak. She betrayed the very foundation of her people, and it started at Mount Weather. I think her first mistake was TonDC and blowing up her coalition leaders, but when she made an alliance with their sworn enemy, the enemy that had been killing them and terrorizing them for 50 years, instead of working with the allies who were helping them defeat that enemy? When she DENIED them blood for blood, vengeance for 50 years of terror? When she DENIED them the chance to fight and possibly die for that victory? She called her army too weak to fight the mountain men, and turned tail to protect them from the dangerous enemy… who was then defeated single handedly by one lone girl (as far as they knew.)  Her weakness was exposed. I don’t know if her fate had already been sealed by that moment, but she certainly didn’t do anything to mitigate her weakness. 

Sure she captured The Wanheda and had her bow to her and kept her like a canary in a golden cage as a symbol of her dominion over death. But it didn’t work, because keeping Clarke also exposed her deepest flaw.

She told us her weakness. Love is a weakness. It’s a terrible philosophy to teach another person because love is generally not a weakness, but for L, it was a weakness. Not only did it make her vulnerable to attack through her loved ones (and perhaps that was part of her desire to keep Clarke captive) but it also interfered with her ability to make good political decisions. 

She might have wanted peace. She might have wanted to be allies with the sky people. She might have wanted the best for her people. But the truth is that when Clarke came into the picture, she put aside what her people needed, in order to keep Clarke. In order to have Clarke think well of her. In order to make her love happy. 

But Clarke didn’t know the grounders. She didn’t understand their fierce warrior culture. The way Lxa showed mercy in season 2, not making all the skypeople pay for Finn’s crime? That was the way to deal with her people’s culture. It was a just compromise, even if it feels brutal to us. It was a beginning. 

But the decision to just ignore the massacre at Hakeldama? While we don’t want Arkadia to get wiped out, while we want Bellamy to be spared, this decision to reverse the philosophy that the grounders base their lives around? This is a recipe for disaster.

Did she really just place what Clarke wanted over who her people were? Yes she did. And these are a people who were already expressing deep concerns about her strength and ability to lead, and she just says, “they are my subjects, they have to do what I say.”

Dude. 

There was almost no way that L was going to make it out of that political mess that she created alive. And it wasn’t the Skypeople’s fault. She had been trying to commit genocide upon the sky people since the drop ship landed, and they just refused to die. They fought back and proved their strength, and instead of honoring that alliance and strengthening both of them, she kept them weak and at her mercy, so that they became a vulnerability. 

Was she keeping them weak so she could use them to tie Clarke to her? I don’t know about that, but it would fit with the “love is a weakness” theme. I don’t know that’s a little evil, and I’m not sure that was her intention. Would you believe I actually think it was more the love of power than the love of Clarke? The sky people were too strong, just as people, and to allow them to flourish would make them competitors… but nobody ever seems to acknowledge how much L likes being heda and being in charge. So maybe it’s just my opinion. Can we expand the “love is a weakness” statement to include love of power? There’s a buddhist philosophy that talks about desire and attachment being a great struggle, that letting go of attachment is the way to enlightenment. Could THIS be the kind of love that we’re talking about? Maybe. And attachment to her position and power as heda could be it. Well, this is tentative theory. “Attachment” could be translated into “love” over the course of a hundred years of struggle and survival.

Anyway, please note, I am not shipping here. I am talking about what happened with the leadership of the grounders and mostly looking at it from the grounder perspective, because that is really where her weakness as a leader was evident to me. I’m also putting forth a couple different theories just to think about. I think it’s time we actually do talk about the leadership of the grounders outside of the shipwars and all the heightened feelings. 

‘why does the moon in interest you so much ?’ he said with a glitter in his eye. She smirked 'the same reasons you do,’ she said with a giggle. He showed his crooked smile 'oh yeah? Whys that?’ he said as he stared into her warm chocolate eyes. 'youre both tragically beautiful. The moon always chasing after the sun,always filled with love,yet always alone. He loves the sun so much he dies every night just to let her shine. I like to think its their love that keeps them apart. Youre just the same. I love you, but we cant be together. Some love is just too strong. Youre my solar eclipse. Everytime im with you im submerged in total chaos. And yet im still chasing after you awaiting our next meeting. Our loves strong enough to burn the world down.’ she said picking at her nail polish. He laughed 'maybe that elcipse will be closer than you think.’ she finally me his gaze. He leaned into her and whispered 'fuck the world’
—  he is my sun (a.j.)