might kill me one day

anonymous asked:

I would give my right kidney up for you to write a wild and unruly epilogue 😭😭😭 Please! Do you think you might one day? It's killing me .

ahaha oh wow, it really makes me happy that you would still be interested in an epilogue after all this time.  thank you!!  

We won’t be writing one, though. Sorry!! 

Having said that, we did respond to a lot of asks about headcanons after the fic was first finished, in case you are interested.  They’re all in my wau tag, but it’s super disorganized, so i decided to give you some links because I would like to have it all in one place, too. :))

Some of those have two separate links because there was more than one ask. 

if you have any specific headcanon questions yourself, you can also always ask, but I cannot guarantee a quick turn around on a response lol.  

anonymous asked:

If you listen carefully you can hear God Himself willing you to continue to educate us. Amen. (p.s: Im losing my shit in class and I blame you)

I thanketh thee for thy enouragement, but I also begeth thee not to putteth blame on me. Deus Vult, I shall carryeth on mine duties as his humble servant. Amen.

@pilferingapples OK, I got super excited when I saw this one… I know it took me forever, I went a bit overboard, but I couldn’t resist. I really, really couldn’t.

More Than Just A Necklace P.6

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. You know, the normal stuff. Oh and you might want to kill me..😘

A/N: WHAT!? Two fic parts in one day!? I’m just catching up from that long break I took and that horrible writers block. So enjoy part six for “Its Just A Necklace”/“More Than Just A Necklace”

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You had a horrible night with no sleep. All your dreams were nonexistent or full of nightmares. That damn witch brought back terrible memories..

“Hi Hanna! I didn’t expect to see you today! How are you?” Your mother asked as she answered the door.

The blonde lady gave her a sweet smile, “Oh well, I would have called, but I figured I’d surprise you.”

“Come in! Come in! It’s been so long! What have you been up too?” Mom asked cheerfully as she closed the door.

The blonde lady looked around, answering after giving you a long, odd look, “Oh you know. Traveling everywhere, learning more about the craft.”

The smile on your mother’s face faltered for a second then reappeared. “That sounds wonderful. Where did you go, exactly?”

She sat down on the couch, watching you color in a book, “I stayed in Europe mostly, but went to Africa too. The group there was fun.”

Your mother came and sat down at the other end of the sofa, facing Hanna. “Well that’s nice to hear,” she addressed her next statement toward you, “Sweetie, will you go color in your room please?” She smiled sweetly at you as you nodded and grabbed your things, unaware of the look the blonde lady was giving you.

You trudged back to your brightly painted walls. Setting down on the plush carpet, you continued to color. A long time passed. You had almost finished the whole book, when your mom started yelling.

You got up, slowly making your way down the hall to peek around the corner. “I want you out of my house now! You are not going to touch them! And if you think this is some kind of payback for him, then you can forget it!”

Your mother was screaming at
Hanna, who was just smiling at her. “Payback? You think I’d strive for such a thing?”

“Yes. Now get out, before I make you.”

She gave a hard glare at your mom, “Well why don’t you?”

Mother threw her had up, pulling her fingers inward, choking the blonde lady.

You didn’t know your mother was a witch at the time. How could you? She tried to keep you away from it, you were only seven!

It was just a small threat, but when she released her magic grip, Hanna smirked. “Is that the best you can do?”

The lady said some words, throwing your mother through into the kitchen.

Y/S/N was running down the hall to you, wondering what the loud crash was. She watched as your mother got up, a few cuts here and there. “You will not make them apart of your wicked ways!”

“Y/N! Come on! We have to go!” Your sister was yelling at you, tugging on your arm.

You watched as the two fought brutally. You refused to move, scared frozen.

You watched your mother fight hard, but in the end, she was lying on the ground, exhausted and broken.

As the woman advanced on your mom, you wriggled out of your sister’s grip, “MAMA!”

“No, Y/N! Stay back! Go with your sister!” She didn’t want you to become one of them. She had to stay strong for her girls.

Y/S/N grabbed you halfway from your mother. “Funny. How this seems so deja-vu, don’t you think Karen? Your daughter trying to save you. So,” Hanna took a long breath, “Sweet.”

Your sister was dragging you, pulling you away from your mother.

Just as she got you into the entrance-hall, you watched as the woman lifted your mother off the floor, plugging her hand threw her chest and ripping the pumping organ away.


You woke covered in sweat and tears. The blankets that had been wrapped around you were now lying on the living room floor.

It took you a moment to remember where you were. Bobby’s. Safe. Well safe enough.

Hanna was chained away downstairs. You wanted the bitch to die, but you had questions which needed answered.

You got up slowly. The wooden floor was pleasant on your bare feet and the breeze from the slightly open windows, cooled your burning skin.

You quietly made your way to the basement. You wanted, no needed to understand why. Why she ruined your life.

As you neared the bottom of the steps, you could see the smirk on her face. The moonlight shining through the windows gave her a sickening aurora.

“Finally come to see me have you? I’d almost thought you had forgotten me.”

You kept a stoic face, “I don’t think I ever could.”

“Oh how wonderful to hear.”

You scowled at her, “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not that I want to remember you. You ruined my life. Why? What the hell was so important about my family? About my mother?”

She smiled wickedly at you, “So, you want to finally find out what happened. Well, I’ll tell you.”

You stood, waiting. A minute ticked by excruciatingly slow before she spoke, “Your mother was a witch.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, I got that part.”

“Let me continue.”

You just rolled your eyes and waited.

“Karen was one of the strongest witches I had ever encountered. We became great friends before I found out what she was. Believe it or not, she was the one that trained me.”

“We stuck together for a long time. As thick as thieves. Until your father came along. She fell hard for him. Had children. I was tossed away from her, forgotten really. That was, until I had a child of my own. A boy.”

Your were leaning against one of the poles, listening attentively.

“He grew, and strong. You could feel the power radiating off of him. Of course, at the time I didn’t know who the father was. But he came to me. That’s when I realized why my son was so powerful. His father was possessed by a demon. You can’t really blame me though, they know how to work charm. The lad he was possessing was quite dashing himself.”

She looked at you, wanting to see a reaction, but you just stood there.

“Anyway, your mother found out. She, along with a coven that was formed for these kind of situations, showed up at my door. They demanded I hand the child over. They said his power had to be contained. That he was a danger to our kind and others as well. I refused, like any mother would. I loved my boy, but when I would not give him up, they took him anyway.”

“He died because of your mother’s betrayal to me. They killed him when he turned on them. Said he ‘went dark.’ Whatever that meant. I could have saved him. Hell, I tried.”

“I came that day, when you were a wee thing, to take you away. You and your sister. I wanted Karen to feel the sorrow I felt. I was going to train you and her, make you two strong.”

“You may have, but that also meant you planned to use us, didn’t it? You didn’t want to just take us away, you wanted her and I to be your tool. To get back at that coven.”

She smirked, “Why you are smarter than I thought. Very perspective.”

“You killed my mother because she was trying to save more people. If you weren’t so stupid, neither of us would be in this situation. My mom would still be here.”

“I killed your mother because she was a lying piece of trash that deserved it. I’m not guilty of what I did. I enjoyed ripping her heart from her chest.”

You couldn’t take more of her gloating. That last bit was enough.

You pounced on her. Laying heavy punches to her, all the while she just laughed, “YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Tears were streaming down your face as the overhead lights turned on.

You were still swinging as strong arms pulled you away. You fought against them, yelling at them to let you go as they dragged you up the stairs.

When they got you into the kitchen, your vision cleared and you could hear them talking to you, trying to soothe you, “Y/N, calm down. It’s alright. Come on. It’s okay.”

It was Sam. When you stopped struggling, he sat you down.

You looked at his face then burst into more tears, “She gloated about it. She killed my mother and my sister. She murdered them both!”

He held you and you held nothing back. You clung to him as if you were going to float away.

The two of you sat there for awhile. You clutching onto his nightshirt while he whispered soft words of comfort.

After you were done, a slight embarrassed chuckle escaped your lips, “Sorry. I ruined your shirt.”

He just smiled, “It’s fine. Your fine, okay?”

You nodded at him, suddenly feeling much more tired, but also felt as if a weight had been lifted.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to sleep.”

Sam helped you up, leading you to the living room and covering you with a blanket as you laid down.

He started to leave, “Sam, thanks. I know I’m probably a burden on you guys.”

“Hey, no. It’s alright. Now go to sleep,” he placed a friendly kiss to your head.

You just smiled. It stayed like that the rest of the night. Pleasant dreams. The burdens would come tomorrow.

ilonavic  asked:

Tbh I knew you were sassy, but I never imagined you were more sassy than Fran or anyone else I know, the difference between other people's SASS and ALI-SASS, is that you sass to the death, you might accidently kill me one day with your sass

Hahahaha!! You exaggerate!! xD

I love you, Vic ❤

Did someone say kid!Crash doing martial arts?? 😅 Have a taunting cutie who can beat anyone up. I finally had enough diamonds to buy the quest and he’s just to precious. I wanted to take a quick break from requests and do my own thing. I haven’t drawn traditionally for nearly 3 weeks. It feels so weird but I’m gonna get back into my mojo one day.

anonymous asked:

I had a friend that was incredibly toxic and for a while there I did miss her but going on with my life has made me realize how much she was stopping me from being happy or myself. Getting rid of toxicity like that can just be so freeing but don't feel bad for missing your friend. It happens and it hurts.

Yeah. I found a picture of her the other day. Instead of sending me crying, I was just like….. :/. But I think now I’ve gotten better. I thought about me now compared to just how much… energy I wasted on her when she never would really spare a thought for me. I miss her, but that’s about it. Like I know if I texted her now, she still wouldn’t give a fuck. I could tell her “hey! I’ve been diagnosed with depression and found out my uterus might kill me one day.” But I don’t think she would really care.

anonymous asked:

i am nonbinary however by most standards i am a trans guy. i use he/him pronouns, i plan on transitioning the same way a trans guy would, and i experience the same problems other trans people face. it doesnt magically go away because im nonbinary. i still have to deal with abusive transphobic parents, the of the intense transphobia that goes on in this country, and fear that one day someone might kill me for existing. also nice islamaphobia there. as if you werent already enough of an ass (2/2)


do you know what i need in my life?

the foxhole court tv show and heathens as the theme song

crystal-doll replied to your post “I have literally so much backstory saved on my computer for my OC’s…”

Follow your dreams Kat!! you have done too much work and it would be a shame for it to be wasted! and your writting is so good I’m sure it’ll be awesome!!

Ahhhh you kill me with your kindness ;___; 

I might one day, but I don’t really know if it’s original enough because a lot of it is also a rewrite of the Raildex series. I might edit and condense it and release it eventually but they’re literally so long it’ll take me a while ;~;

Tumblr & “Kingsman” fandom things that might kill me one day
  • “Kingsman” sets with that comic quote (”I’ve been very lonely over the years. Thank you for bringing some warmth into my life.”) Fuuu. I’ve read that so many times and I flinch every time it appears on my dashboard.
  • Dennis Severs (Taron Egerton) crying in “The Smoke” and talking about suicide.
  • The end of the church scene in “Kingsman”. Nope, he’s not dead but it’s still sad.
  • Eggsy’s reaction to Harry’s death.
  • Everything about Edward Brittain (his whole story hits me so much, but yes, played by Taron Egerton in the movie “Testament Of Youth”).
  • Hartwin AU during World War I aka Hartwin x The King’s Speech
  • Gif sets about George Falconer (Colin Firth) and Jim from “A Single Man” (it hurts).
  • Telling me that Harry and Eggsy touched each other JUST TWO TIMES DURING THE WHOLE DAMN MOVIE (the pat on the shoulder in the beginning and the pat on the shoulder in ‘The Black Prince’). Are you fucking kidding me?? TWO TIMES! Eggsy touched the door to the Kingsman shop at least THREE times.
Carry On, Basilton

My first chapter fic. Carry On written entirely from Baz’s point of view. I apologize for the shitty pretentious writing. If anybody would like to beta please send me a message. Shoutout to @myrosebudboy for inspiring me to write.

Have you ever read a love story?

Did you like it?

If you’ve come to this book looking for a love story, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. You see, this is not a love story. This is a story of triumph, and failure, and figuring things out a little bit at a time.

And fine, maybe it is a bit of a love story in the end.

Our story starts with a boy. A boy who the world has beaten down and broken in an unimaginable number of ways. A boy who is angry at the world and doesn’t know what to do about it. A boy who is in love with his roommate.

Simon Snow.

Another boy, if you will.

The Greatest Mage.

The hero we’ve all been waiting for.

And the one who will never love our hero back.

Why, you ask?

Because the hero of our story is not the hero in this world. In this world, he plays the villain.

Poetic, isn’t it?

A villain in love with the hero.

A boy in love with his roommate.

Poetic, but hopeless.

Snow loves Agatha.

A princess for the prince.

One day Snow will carry her off into the sunset for their happily ever after.

And I’ll be here.


Hello there.

My name is Tyrannous Basilton Grimm-Pitch. Bit of a mouthful, I know. You can call me Baz.

I truly am sorry to bother you with this. After all, who wants to read the sad, pretentious, vampire’s life story? This entire thing is just a long pity party.

Ah well, it’s not like I’ve got much else to do besides compose my memoir. I’ve lost track of the days I’ve been in this coffin.

I don’t know how much longer I can hold on for. I’m starving, and all these numpties will give me is a cup of blood every once in a while.

Snow. Back to Snow.

My life revolves around him. It has ever since the day I realized one of us would have to kill the other one day.

Or maybe since the day I realized I didn’t want to.

Our world has dissolved into war. The families fight the Mage, the creatures fight the magicians, and the Humdrum sits back and destroys us just as surely as we are destroying ourselves.

I’m tired of fighting. The Mage is corrupt and untrustworthy, but I can’t destroy Snow. I just can’t. I take one look at his moles and blue eyes and I melt.

I can’t melt though. I have to fight him, and in the end, I will have to let him destroy me.

That is, if I ever get out of this fucking coffin.


New entry in the mental diary here.

I stewed in self-hatred for a while but then I thought hey, I’m already fucked so why not cause myself a bit more pain by holding on to the one thing that’s keeping me alive. I mean, this same thing might kill me one day so why not hold on to it while I can?

Snow, Simon. Simon.

I love you.

I always have, and maybe I always will.

It doesn’t matter though. You can’t hear my thoughts, and I’m starting to doubt I’ll ever get the chance to tell you.

I don’t think I’ll make it much longer.


More blood. Maybe I’ll survive a bit longer.

***************************************************************************************************** Somebody’s thrown open the coffin. It’s Fiona. The light is so bright and I curl up against it. I’ve gotten so used to the dark. Fiona looks like an angel come to rescue me, with the light outlining her silhouette.

“Baz?” she says.

That’s the last thing I remember before I pass out.

Me: *is a drama queen who has to take selfies everytime I dye my hair*

Edit: I realize the lighting in my living room is better so look at this instead.

It’s been a while since I actually wanted you.
I always wondered if maybe I needed you.

But if need was the only thing left and want was lost, I should have walked away…

What I wanted was to walk away.
What I wanted was to be strong and be better and reclaim the pieces you had taken, but how could I leave without them?
This is why I needed you.

But needing someone doesn’t make them special.
I think people always get that wrong.
If I love you it’s because I want to, but if I need you, you’re just survival.
There is nothing special about merely surviving. Holding on is only barely living.

You are just my oxygen. I don’t want to need oxygen.
What I want is to explore the deepest caves in the coldest oceans where I can’t go because the pressure might kill me.

I think one day I’ll dive as deep as I possibly can even if I never truly end up where I want.

Please do not mistake my staying for my wanting.
I don’t remember exactly when it was, but I think there definitely came a day my want had been replaced by need.

And when need was the only thing left and want was lost, I should have walked away…

“It’s never too late to do things you’ve always dreamed of,” they say.

I think I can walk away now…

Yesterday I signed up for diving lessons.

—  leenapire


“Once, after a nasty fight your dad drove me out into the middle of the desert.  You know, at first I was a little scared I’ll admit; but he built this huge fire to show me the passion in his heart.”

This is a quote from ‘Faking It’ when Karma is talking to her mom about how Amy is drifting away.  When I heard Karma’s mom say this I couldn’t help but think about a scene from another one of my favorite shows…

Getaways in the desert are so romantic. :)