miss tuesday

The culture doesn’t encourage you to think about such things until you’re about to die. We’re so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting with the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks–we’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don’t get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying: Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing?
—  Tuesdays With Morrie (Mitch Albom)

McHanzo week  Day 2 — Canon Divergence || Alternate Universe

[Jesse McCree, famous actor from memorable cowboy movies, starts his own morning talk-show, Morning with McCree. He interviews all sorts of creative people, as well as travel the world. Today, he meets up with the skilled archer Hanzo Shimada, from the movie “Twin Dragons” coming out this December 15th. There has been talk of these two meeting before on the set of McCree’s last movie, so I bet they have a lot to talk & catch up on! Don’t miss it, this Tuesday from 11AM till high noon EST.]

Not to cause anyone to panic,,, but Dan is going to be questioned so hard by the Phandom and is going to have to answer questions about the Bahamas Tweet and him crashing the Lester’s vacation when he finally goes live one of these Tuesday’s

i miss the old u (Ethan)

Their relationship was one of those that made people envious. They were perfect. They never fought, got on great, and genuinely loved the shit out of each other. Lately, things were different. Ethan became irritated with his girlfriend more often than usual. He noticed little things about her that irked his soul. The way she never said thank you when he bought her things. How when they had sex, she only focused on herself getting off. And especially how it had been a whole month since she said “I love you.”

Today, Ethan was going to test the girl he thought he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The girl that everyone said was “the one” for him.

“Get in the car, babe,” his voice shows no emotion. In fact, when he says the word ‘babe’, it almost has a bitter infliction.

Her eyebrows furrow and she sits up on the couch. Ethan notices how she hasn’t looked up from her phone for hours until that moment, and he wonders if she’s even being faithful to him anymore. “Why?” That’s all she says as she locks her phone and stares at him in the eyes. Both sets are cold and emotionless, but hers are glistened over with confusion.

“Because I want to go to the mall,” he isn’t facing her anymore and he takes advantage of the fact and lets his eyes roll from one side to the next. “And I want to buy you something.”

He’s not looking at her, but he can see her face perk up with that fake smile that makes him want to vomit. “That’s all you had to say, baby.” He can hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks, and she skips to the car so fast without even thinking about grabbing her purse.

“Christ,” Ethan mumbles under his breath. “I fell in love with a bitch.”

The entire car ride to the mall is silent. Ethan doesn’t turn on the radio, he doesn’t look at her, and he definetly doesn’t rest his hand on her thigh like he used to. When they get to their destination, he grabs her hand in hope of that warm feeling it used to inflict on his stomach, but to no avail.

“Pick anything you like,” he speaks, bluntly, letting go of her cold limb. She’s gone. Just like that, racing off to each and every corner of her favorite store and not coming back for nearly an hour. When she returns, she has a shopping back overflowing with items that he knows she’ll never wear more than twice.

“I’m ready,” she cheeses. Ethan grabs the bag from her and leads her to the front of the store. He smiles at the pretty cashier, and she smiles back, a genuine, friendly smile. Something that Ethan hadn’t seen from his girlfriend in months.

“That’ll be $135,” he swipes his credit card quickly through the slot and hears his girlfriend let out a sigh of impatience. His jaw clenches and when the nice girl hands him his receipt, he snatches it from her hand, causing her to jump back out of fear.

Ethan stomps out of the store with his girlfriends’ bag in hand. He hears the ‘click-clack’ of her heels trailing behind him and feels her hand reach for the bag. “What the fuck was that about, Ethan? You nearly gave that girl a heart attack when you snatched the receipt from her.” Her eyebrows furrow once again when Ethan doesn’t give up her bag.

Ethan keeps walking, heading straight for their car. He doesn’t open the door for her and waits for her to pout about that too.

“Hello? E? What’s wrong with you? And can I have my bag?”

“You’re what the fuck is wrong with me. I just took you shopping and let you pick out anything and everything you want, and do I get a thank you? No. I don’t even remember the last time you said thank you, you ungrateful bitch,” he’s furious and he watches as her face turns a tomato red. He knows she’s on the verge of tears, and for a moment, he regrets his actions. “Look,” he sighs. “I just miss the old you. The one who I used to stay up with all night and talk about stupid shit, and laugh with about dumb jokes, or cuddle with while we binge watch our favorite tv show. I miss when your smile was contagious and really, I just fucking miss when you used to tell me you loved me..”

A tear streams down her cheek and she stares into her lap. Her perfect winged eyeliner smudges when she rubs her tears away, and he can tell she’s genuienly hurt. It never even crossed his mind that maybe she didn’t know she had changed for the worse.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize what a bitch I’ve been lately,” she sniffles, and Ethan can’t lie to himself, it was cute. “I love you, E. Really, so much.”

“I love you too,” he uses his thumb to wipe away a tear from her face. He realizes then how strong his grasp is still onn her shopping bag. “Here,” he chuckles and hands it to her, surprised at how white his knuckles are.

“Thank you,” she says immediately. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome, babe,” and this time, he says the last word with benevolence as he drives off and lets his hand rest on her warm thigh.

just 2 trophies from platinum! a doodle to celebrate~

The Tenth Doctor in front of the TARDIS

I love that sticky-up hair and those mournful doe-eyes.

Happy Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day it is when you happen to stumble across this post)

til death do us part, fAndom

So, with the finale less than a week away now, let’s start a thread, yeah? Reblog and add your answers! 

1. Who are your biggest suspects going into the finale?  (add motive if you want to!) 
2. What are some things you really hope to see in the finale? (non mystery related)
3. What are some things you really hope to see in the finale? (mystery related)
4. What do you not want to see happen?
5. What are you going to miss the most about PLL Tuesday’s?
6. What won’t you miss about PLL Tuesday’s?
7. What’s been your favourite theory over the years? 
8. What’s the *one* thing that could happen in the finale that would ruin the series for you?
9. What’s been your favourite thing about all 7 seasons?
10. What’s been your least favourite thing about all 7 seasons?
11. What’s your favourite episode and why? (Pick up to three!)
12. Has this show taught you anything? Has it changed you in any way?
13. Who has been your favourite guest star (recurring guest stars are allowed)? 
14. Who has been your least favourite guest star (recurring guest stars are allowed)?
15. Favourite storyline?
16. Least favourite storyline?
17. Favourite liar? (Mona and Alison INCLUDED)
18. Least favourite liar?
19. Character (any character) you’ll miss the most?
20. Character (any character) you won’t miss at all?

don’t ask for nudes

a/n: i couldn’t help myself when i saw the meme… au btw!

Sakura couldn’t believe what she was reading. It was only two words. Two words that pricked her skin, especially after what had happened yesterday.

send nudes? (6:40 pm)

She had to restrain herself from crushing her own phone into tiny little pieces. She looked down and read it again, willing for an explanation to pop up under it from her own boyfriend. She hoped he was playing around—hoped it was also meant for her. It didn’t even sound like something he would type, or was he just a completely different man with her? She shook her head, determined that the two years with him wasn’t anything less than genuine love. 

Sakura had to type something, otherwise she would have no choice but to show up at his doorstep and punch the living daylights out of him.

excuse me??

are you serious right now, sasuke? (6:51 pm)

Plopping down on the couch, Sakura calmed her heart and told herself that she might be overreacting. Maybe Sasuke was just trying to lighten the mood from their fight yesterday, though he was doing a horrible job at it.

never been more serious ;)

i wanna see those curves, been missing them since tuesday… (6:52 pm)

Her stomach soured. She hadn’t seen him all Tuesday and it was what their fight was about yesterday night. Sakura admitted that him dodging her questions after last night’s dinner wasn’t something to get all pent up about, but she could tell he was lying to her. And he never lied, so why did he?

But here it was. The disgusting reason he couldn’t tell her about.

that’s funny. i don’t remember letting you see them on tuesday? (6:58 pm)

the bath house! we stopped there on our way home from the jewelers. (6:59 pm)

Jewelers? What the hell was Sasuke doing at the jewelers? Was he literally dating someone else? Was it that serious that they stopped by a jewelry store? Oh, kami. Was she the girl he was keeping the side when he got tired of his main one?

Sakura took a deep breath and slapped some sense into herself. No, they were practically together everyday—every waking moment if they could. She refused to believe he would cheat on her. That just wasn’t Sasuke.

So, what exactly was he playing at here?

oh yeah! remind me what you bought at the jewelers again? (7:01 pm)

Sakura curled and uncurled her fingers in suspension, hoping she was asking a plausible question.

tsk tsk. you’re so forgetful. are you that lazy to even remember something from two days ago?

hold on, i need to get a drink first. (7:03 pm)

She sighed in relief, but managed to hold tight for the reply. Just then a couple of knocks came from her apartment door. She held onto her phone and slowly shuffled over, eyes still glued to the screen for any incoming messages.

The series of knocks got louder. “Coming!” she called as another text came.

i’m sending you a picture (7:04 pm)

Sakura reached the door, swung it open, and gasped. “Sasuke?”

Before she could say anything else he stepped forward and wrapped his body around hers. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear.

She melted against him, remembering all the reasons why she loved him and why he loved her. “I’m sorry, too,” she murmured back.

After a couple of more minutes, they finally pulled apart. Sakura’s phone buzzed in her hand. Her eyes lingered on the photo that was sent to her.

“Sasuke, where’s your phone?”

Sasuke sighed and went to the couch. “I forgot it at home today when I left for work. So, if you texted or called, that’s why I haven’t replied.”

“Oh,” was all she could say.

since you’re just lazy and not stupid, i’m assuming you’ve figured out that i’m naruto and not sasuke. sheesh i can never have any fun with you, shikamaru. anyway here’s the engagement ring sasuke bought for sakura-chan! she’s gonna love it! (7:09 pm)

And she absolutely did love it. Sakura made a mental note to tell Naruto to delete the message on Sasuke’s phone later. But first, it was a pretty good time to show some curves.

I once said we’d cross paths again. That one day we’d be able to be in each other’s lives. 12 days ago was the day I’d waited what seemed like an eternity for. We agreed to meet in the bar we always used to meet in, about 6ish. I must have smoked at least 7 cigarettes before going in. I know you hate the smell of smoke but I don’t have to please you anymore. I was so nervous. Dear, my heart was racing harder than it did the first night you kissed me. As soon as I saw you it was like nothing had happened. We were straight back to a year ago, you talking about work and how much you hate the world. It seemed like a lifetime since I’d last saw you. We sat for hours and just forgot about everyone else. When it was time to part ways you asked if I was coming back to stay. You have no idea how difficult it was for me to say no. I hugged you, not knowing if I’d ever see you again and darling I never wanted to let you go. The world used to stand still when I was in your arms but now my body belongs to someone else but you’ll always have a piece of my heart.
—  I’ve missed you terribly