more like stab me in the heart

Stuff My Dad Said During Hamilton (Act 2)
  • What'd I Miss: This guy sounds like a pompous asshole.
  • Cabinet Battle #1: That's that line you like. The shoe fitting one. You've said that too much...
  • Take A Break: Where's the third sister? Did she die? Is she okay?
  • Say No To This: ...damn...just...damn...
  • The Room Where It Happens: I want to feel bad for Burr but he's reminding me of those 'try too hard' kids. Like you.
  • Schuyler Defeated: I knew he was gonna turn into a huge dick.
  • Cabinet Battle #2: He sounds like you did in kindergarten. "He was my friend first!" I think you said that word for word.
  • Washington On Your Side: LANGUAGE!
  • One Last Time: If only he had known what was going to happen to our country...
  • I Know Him: And here comes the other George.
  • The Adams Administration: Spiteful little dude...
  • We Know: Snitches get stitches.
  • Hurricane: This guy's life kinda sucks...
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: No one ruining your life? Don't worry! Ruin your own...apparently.
  • Burn: If only she had actually burned him. Like. Revenge bitch.
  • Blow Us All Away: Oh yeah mini Hamiltons.
  • Stay Alive (Reprise): Does...Does everyone die? (Me: Eventually) Okay there's no need for smart ass comments.
  • It's Quiet Uptown: I'm now in like...a state of hurt and anger and...how?
  • Election Of 1800: That first note actually scared me...
  • Your Obedient Servant: Hamilton's disrespect? Doesn't Burr call his mom a whore every five songs?
  • Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: I've never been more emotionally hurt by a musical...
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Ah yes. I shall call this Act, "Stab You In The Heart Repeatedly".
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: ...who the fuck is telling Peggy's story?
Some facts about Robert!

…Small. whom I love very much

  • Likes pineapple on pizza
  • sits through the movie credits and thanks every crew member individually
  • Prefers Whiskey, but occasionally drinks fruity white wine because its “refreshing and delicious”. dont judge him (id never)
  • likes to whittle and has tons of little scars on his hands because of it (hence the enthusiasm for knives. also because knives are cool, i mean. come on)
  • Thinks Mothman is bullshit (the Dover Ghost is totally legit tho)
  • Has a dog called Betsy (a fearsome hound)

thank you for your attention

Aries: your tears are so hot and your cheeks are flushed, you hide your face in your hands and you cry to all ends. I know you miss them, they made you feel like your heart was beating in your chest. But you were alive long before you knew you were, just as you were loved long before you believe you are.

Taurus: You made a rose garden with them. You each had your own, but yours were real and theirs was plastic. They kept tending them but it missed your loving touch, how could they screw you over? Love I don’t know. The universe isn’t fair; how can it be so cruel to something so precious?

Gemini: You used to talk to me, about politics and poetry. You used to tell me stories, about magic and all things pretty. You always told the story of you and them, you said it was the most beautiful one. The pen could never describe your pain, we’re in vain. Their lack of empathy to blame, you’re killing your brain. Your thoughts are violent and I know you can’t hide it.

Cancer: They said they were scared of you leaving, little did they know about how you wrote poems about their touch. How you stayed up just to talk to them, and complimented them everyday to make them feel like the world. Now you’re just another stripe on their wall, a number. It’s ironic, really. They take all your pieces one by one and then ask you why you’re empty.

Leo: They took your hand and walked with you through nights of blanched white stars and dark blue skies, you never liked boating until they took you on a cruise but they drowned you with the anchor of the ship. Now you’re a castaway on an island, you’re so isolated. What happened to your people spirit, did it go down with the anchor?

Virgo: You trusted them, you never believed in fairytales but goddamnit they were your Prince Charming. I’m so sorry they lied to you, happy endings were a religion to you but they didn’t believe in your God. I’m sorry that tears are your only remedy and everything hurts. I’m sorry that the midnight air burns on the places they’ve touched and that you don’t want to wake up in the morning anymore.

Libra: They were your favorite song, the one you kept on repeat when you were a teen. They were your high school sweetheart, they made you feel alive. They kissed your eyelids and looked at you with adoration, their back pocket held knifes you’d never seen. The silhouette you see in the dark frightens you. And you said “I don’t think people understand brokenness until they experience it, you keep getting stabbed with the broken pieces they made and it’s like a slap of nostalgia.”

Scorpio: You flinched from my touch, hid away in the dark. Little water sign with a shattered heart and atrocious eyes; I’m sorry that your trust has been crumpled like your thousands of papers in the wind. You told me you’d never love or trust anyone again.

Sagittarius: You ran to the edge the world and drowned in seas of sadness, you went over heartbreak hills and lied in beaches with suns burning your face, when you came back you were even more empty than when you left. Your eyes look so much more dull.

Capricorn: There was something enchanting about the way their eyes made your light up and their touch made you smile so broadly, now that they’re gone you’ve gone in a zone of workaholic mode. Anything to keep you busy. Anything to keep you from thinking of them.

Aquarius: You threw away your independence for them, took care of them when they were sick and tangled your hands in their bushy hair. They were your everything, your own world map with compass saying “Go find yourself.” Where are you? You’ve lost yourself.

Pisces: The smoke from weed lingers in your home, your bed hasn’t been made in two weeks. Vodka bottles lie on the floor. You haven’t washed your hair in all of these weeks, you didn’t leave your bad. You listen to their favorite band, I told you to get outside and you said that the only oxygen you had left, abandoned your lungs. They were oxygen, they were toxic.

—  Heartbreak

Our party is fighting a nuclear family of Royal Sea People, where the Dad (King) is basically a Fighter, the Mom (Queen) is a spellcaster, and the boy (Prince) is a rogue.

The Prince immediately rolls a nat 20 to hide from the party (supposedly to prepare a sneak attack) and by the time anyone rolls high enough to see him, he’s definitely out of the room.

Our Sorcerer uses Charm Person successfully on the King, who then, despite the Queen’s protests, sprints to the kitchen to get him Hot Dogs.

Bard (Ooc): Ok, since it’s just the Queen I’m gonna use Disguise Self to change into the son.

Sorcerer (Ooc): Oh….

Bard (Ooc): What?

Sorcerer (Ooc): Sorry I thought you meant you were going to disguise yourself as like the literal Sun.


Later the Son (Dave) did return and had eaten both of his parent’s hearts and transformed into an eldritch monstrosity; complete with eye-stalks, a side-ways shark mouth, and eight scuttling limbs. Our Bard had history with this kid and was more enraged than intimidated.

Bard (still disguised as the son’s human form): Hey Davey!

Dave: *looks*

Bard (disguised): You should kill me first. I want you to see what you’re gonna look like after my friends kick your ass!

Potential Plays-of-the-Game included: The Ranger’s Wolf criting on a Bite attack, our Fighter stabbing this thing with a found trident and succeeding a strength contest with it, and our Sorcerer’s Wild Magic randomly turing everyone invisible (including the Monster itself).

After our party collectively knocking nearly 300hp off this boss, he was just about down for the count. 

Bard: HEY, DAVEY! *Picks up the crown off the King’s head* 

Dave: *looks*

Bard:  *Puts on Crown* *Casts Vicious Mockery* KING ME.

He lands the final blow. The monster is obliterated. Everyone is screaming. Including the DM. A great time is had.

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2.

❛ I wish that I could tell you. ❜
❛ You should have stayed. ❜
❛ Please don’t come looking for me. ❜
❛ Just get out of here. ❜
❛ I don’t know, I just don’t know. ❜
❛ Why did you come? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Can’t break something that was already broke. ❜
❛ Don’t fix something that isn’t broke. ❜
❛ Why can’t you just butt out?
❛ I don’t need your help. ❜
❛ I’m not here for you. ❜
❛ You’re never here for me when I need you. ❜
❛ Is that smell you? ❜
❛ Can you please just stop already. ❜
❛ I’m leaving you. ❜
❛ I just didn’t want you to come around. ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re okay alone? ❜
❛ No, no, no, no —- I just checked it last night. ❜
❛ Don’t worry, you’ll learn how to do it someday. ❜
❛ I think we are going to like each other a lot. ❜
❛ I just wanted to come and let you know. ❜
❛ So, what are you going to do, now that you know? ❜
❛ You have got to be fucking kidding me right now. ❜
❛ Do me a favor and shut up already. ❜
❛ Scratch the serial number off of it. ❜
❛ I’m not wearing a mask. ❜
❛ You act like it’s all my fault sometimes. ❜
❛ I’m here for your pity party. ❜
❛ You are in a lot of trouble, you know that right? ❜
❛ You aren’t allowed in here. ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ You aren’t wanted around here anymore. Sorry. ❜
❛ I can’t keep covering for you. What’s going on? ❜
❛ Just tell me what’s wrong! Talk to me! ❜
❛ There’s so many things I would’ve done differently. ❜
❛ Stop crying about it and do something about it. ❜
❛ Stop looking for the things worth dying over and find the things worth living for. ❜
❛ So, prove them wrong. Thats the best way to do it. ❜
❛ Don’t need anyone who doesn’t need me. ❜
❛ Yeah, well, we all have our sob story so just save it. ❜
❛ Don’t cry over me or for me, I’m not worth it. ❜
❛ It isn’t cheating if you aren’t actually dating. ❜
❛ You know what? That’s a good idea. ❜
❛ You need to find someome better already. ❜
❛ I’m not listening to your bullshit right now. ❜
❛ Is that a freaking condom? ❜
❛ It smells like sour milk in here for crying out loud. ❜
❛ Am I really standing here witnessing this right now? ❜
❛ I’m not a bad influence if it’s always your ideas. ❜
❛ I never forced you to do anything. ❜
❛ Are you really walking out on me? ❜
❛ Come near me again and I’ll blow your head off. ❜
❛ Treat me like the princess that I am. ❜
❛ Just remember a lot of guys want what I’m letting you do right now. ❜
❛ How can you possibly be in love with two people at the same time? ❜
❛ Let’s just get out of here. ❜
❛ Shhh, I’m going to key his/her car. ❜
❛ There’s no one even here. ❜
❛ I’m just saying, it sounds like a bad idea. ❜
❛ Is that blood on your shirt? ❜
❛ Oh my God, are you bleeding?! ❜
❛ Jesus, don’t you ever get tired of doing that. ❜
❛ You know they throw people in Asylum’s for doing that. ❜
❛ You’re just looking for trouble, like always. ❜
❛ Enough is never enough for you. ❜
❛ I could never get tired of this. ❜
❛ You’re so jumpy lately. ❜
❛ I mean I feel bad but whatever. ❜
❛ I have a reputation to maintain unlike you. ❜
❛ Why are you staring at me? ❜
❛ Stop feeding into his/her bullshit! Wake up! ❜
❛ Are you on drugs or something? ❜
❛ You have lost your fucking mind, once and for all. ❜
❛ Yes, you summoned me. ❜
❛ I’m not here to help you. I’m here to watch you struggle. ❜
❛ Hey, cut it out already! I can hear the stupid TV. ❜
❛ Are you seriously asking me this right now? ❜
❛ Have you ever tried to count the stars? ❜
❛ I should kill you right now! ❜
❛ Don’t you dare walk away from me! ❜
❛ I know where you live! Don’t forget! ❜
❛ I just wanted to have a good time but no, you couldn’t let me, could you? ❜
❛ This friendship has officially sunk, hope you’re happy. ❜
❛ Are you satisfied now? You should be. This is what you wanted. ❜
❛ I don’t get everything that I want unlike you. ❜
❛ Must be nice to be that miserable all the time. ❜
❛ Happiness is the most temporary thing in life. ❜
❛ Everything happens for a reason, right? ❜
❛ You can call me at any hour. Always. ❜
❛ There’s nothing that I can’t do. ❜
❛ You’re like a forty year old, like an old soul or something. ❜
❛ Say it or I’ll cut your finger off. ❜
❛ I will stab you right in the eye if you look at me one more time. ❜
❛ Go ahead and look but don’t touch, unless you want a broken limb. ❜
❛ I’m actually a serial killer. I’m not joking. ❜
❛ You have such a morbid sense of humor. ❜
❛ This is our time, come on, let’s have our time. ❜
❛ Hey, want a hand with that? ❜
❛ I almost forgot what that felt like. ❜
❛ I just want to feel something. I don’t know what though. ❜
❛ I need your help with something. ❜
❛ I’m pissed off right now. ❜
❛ Don’t go breaking my heart. ❜
❛ Why do you build me and watch me fall? Is that fun for you? ❜
❛ Well, I’m used to it by now, so take your best shot. ❜
❛ I hate crying. It makes me mad. ❜
❛ I really don’t want to be seen with you right now. ❜
❛ Please, just don’t forget. Whatever you do. Don’t forget. ❜
❛ You can’t catch me though. ❜
❛ I know I said fucked up things and I’m sorry. ❜
❛ Look, I’m an asshole. I don’t mean be to be. ❜
❛ I’ll try not to be an asshole anymore. ❜
❛ Any pocket knives or anything? ❜
❛ Where’d you go? ❜
❛ I’m going to turn myself in. ❜
❛ Did you finish your cigarette yet? ❜
❛ You can turn around and face the other way. ❜
❛ It wasn’t worth it, was it? ❜
❛ I have no idea what you said. ❜
❛ Right now, you’re acting very weird. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what that statement means. ❜

my parents are in the other room with my younger sister. 4 years younger than me yet i go to sleep before her. watching Saturday Night Live together, like a normal family.

they’re laughing.

but the demons inside of my head won’t shut up and i’ve been lying here listening to the voices that keep me up at night. i’m crying, alone and in the dark, thinking of people i used to talk to and dreams we once had.

and i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark.

all the while i get into a fight with my supposed best friend, you know the one who tells me were like blood only to be the one to stab the knife.

and she’s mad at me because i have no sympathy, same thing i’ve been told by countless individuals. “i lack a heart” is something mostly everyone’s once said.

but i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark. thinking amount memories and should’ve beens, i’m wondering what we would be now if we were still an us.

and as you scream at me for being too cold, my heart breaks a little more each time, but i knew this was coming, i instigated the fight. i knew you were mad at me, i didn’t like you ignoring me, i wanted to apologize but look at where i got us instead.

i’m pathetic, at my weakest, and, ironically, you tell me you’re leaving because i don’t care about anything. but you’re not here to see me breaking and you never have been.

and i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark.

and i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark.

it becomes the responsibility of my other friends to glue me back together. some of them being shown pieces of me they’ll forget when they decide to throw me away, telling me again that i don’t have a heart.

and i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark.

Protective Big Brother / Friend Starters
  • Feel free to add more!
  • "Are you sure you can trust him?"
  • "At least tell me when and where they're going to drop you off."
  • "They look kinda shady."
  • "I don't like him."
  • "Look, you're safety is my utmost concern, if they do anything funny, don't hesitate to call me."
  • "Check up with me when you move places or anything that might come up, alright?"
  • "You remember what I told you about these types of people, right?"
  • "I'm not trying to me protective, I just care about you."
  • "Be careful, don't forget to call!"
  • "Don't touch him/her/them!"
  • "Just what do you think you're doing?"
  • "Look, I may fight with my siblings, but once you lay a finger on them, you'll be facing me."
  • "Lay a finger on them, and that finger comes off."
  • "I'm keeping an eye out for you."
  • "They may trust you, but I know people like you who gains their trust before stabbing them in the back."
  • "Give you their love? More like give me your heart before I anything else?"
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In my mind
I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart
I just didn’t understand
The ricochet is the second part

Don’t tell me about heartbreak. When my parents got divorced I was only 9 years old. I heard my father say it hurt him more than a thousand knives being stabbed into his heart all at once. I never understood what it means. I thought this is just some poetic way of expressing that you don’t want to lose someone. My father loved my mother for 10 years after the divorce and still probably does even though he knew that she moved on. He still talked about her like she puts the stars in the sky.
When my mother had a brain injury last year in October and it wasn’t sure if she would make it through my dad wanted to see her again, but a lot of things happened and my family decided not to let him see her. I don’t think you understand how hard it was for me to tell him that he isn’t allowed to see the love of his life again. I saw him cry because there is nothing we could do to help my mom. My dad got diagnosed with cancer in January 2017. I turn 20 next year and I saw my dad taking his last breath 4 months ago. I saw how he suffered to his very last moment. I get it now. It was his last wish to see her again. The realization of it hit me when I noticed the picture of my mother hanging above his death bed a few minutes after he died. And in that moment I felt the knives.
—  My father is the reason I believe in true love
Imagine accidentally killing Lisa but later making a deal to bring her back. Dean was in the beginning furious with you but then feels guilty and devastated because he lost you. (Part 3)

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here!

The air around him felt thick. Too thick to breath, too thick to let him be here. But wasn’t it like that every time? Wasn’t it like that everywhere that he went these days? Yet, somehow whenever he found himself here – and oh it did happen more often with each passing day – he struggled to breath more than anywhere else he went. He almost doubted he was alive, especially with all of the things he felt. He thought that it would get easier this time, he thought so the previoustime as well. But both, and every other one, was just as hard as the first when he got to look at tombstone with your name carved into it.

(Y/n) (Y/l/n). How could it bring so much joy and pain all at once?

I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” he had choked out the first time he came here with your favorite flowers “I’m so sorry I failed you… the person that mattered the most… that mattered the world to me. I let you down and I am never going to forgive myself for that. I couldn’t fully give you my heart and the love you deserved because I was so caught up thinking of what I left behind, that family with Lisa and Ben.”

He couldn’t even move, he was numb “I was so caught up with that that I didn’t let myself see what was standing eight in front of me. I didn’t appreciate you enough while I had you, I wasted myself in other women both physically and mentally that I didn’t let myself realize how… how fucking much my entire being was in need of you. How important you were for me, but now it’s just too late.” he breathed out shakily as tears fell from his eyes.

And I was wrong. So so very wrong, baby. I acted on impulse, made you feel guilty for my mistakes and my own guiltthat… I finally led you to this. I wish so bad you were here, that I could at least for once say it without being a fucking coward like I usually am. I have always been scared of words, these ones in particular but I know it was because I never truly felt them enough to say them. And the only person I do feel them with is… gone. You are gone. I wish so bad you could actually hear me say… that I love you, baby. I’ve always loved you and always will. I know I don’t deserve to ask you something like this but…”

… Please forgive me (Y/n).”

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Vultures || Jihoon || Oneshot

Originally posted by soohuis

Word Count: 2418

Genre: witch!au, angst

Summary: Jihoon had always been proud of his power. He never resented it no matter what. It wasn’t until he met you that Jihoon felt he really was cursed.

Minghao // Mingyu // Wonwoo // Seungcheol //


One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.

— Beau Taplin


Since you were a child, you knew a witch. He was bright, rarely smiled, handsome, yet cold. He took care of you well though and protected you from the things he could and comforted you about the things he couldn’t. He was a good friend–one that you wouldn’t mind keeping for a lifetime. And this friend had a power, special to him as other witches had. It was the power to see death.

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Flood my Mornings: Ian (V)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Ian (IV): Bree arrives at the hospital



July 22, 1951


“MUMMY!!!” 

Even in the still-foggy and damned painful state of new deliverance, there was the purest and clearest joy in my heart as I reached up to intercept my daughter from Jamie’s arms. “Oh, lovey—” I crushed her tight to my chest and burrowed my face into her hair. “I’m so glad you’re here—I’ve missed you so much.”

“Miss’t you more,” came the muffled reply. 

“Oh, I don’t know about that, little smudge,” I murmured, smoothing back her hair and exhaling deeply with the sheer relief and joy of having her near, of knowing she was safe and mine.  I found myself noticing the differences of her scent from Ian’s, the knowledge soothing and somehow vital as it settled in my senses. My son. My daughter. 

She pushed back against my shoulders, far enough to bestow a sloppy kiss. “Feelin’ all better?”

I grinned, touched. “MUCH bett—”

“Where is-he?”

“What, seeing your Mummy isn’t the whole reason you drove all this way??” 

Wherrrre?” she insisted, beaming with excitement. 

“Here, a leannan.” Jamie, three steps ahead as always, had retrieved the baby from Penelope’s loving embrace and was already at my elbow. 

Unswaddled against the heat of the day, Ian seemed even more tiny and fragile. My heart stabbed with a wild, heartbreaking anxiety to see his limbs, so incredibly thin and vulnerable in their cotton suit. 

Still, I eased as I felt the warm weight of his head settling securely into the crook of my arm, as I felt the reassuring pressure of Jamie’s hand over mine. “Bree?….This is your little brother.”

Brianna, on her knees, half-facing and half-leaning on me, peered down into Ian’s face….and issued a tiny, inarticulate squeak. 

“Can you say hello?” I nudged, watching her intently and grinning like an idiot. 

She beamed up at me, then Jamie, and then back down at Ian’s sleeping face, absolutely speechless. 

“We’ve two of them now, mo chridhe,” Jamie murmured against my temple, sounds from Penelope’s camera from the other side of the room promising that this moment would be captured forever.  

Two,” I whispered back, my heart unspeakably full, our children there in our arms. 

He reached out and softly touched Bree’s cheek. “What do ye think of baby Ian, cub?” 

“Beeyin?” Bree, coming out of her rapt reverie, looked at Ian, then gave me a look of half-horrified fascination as though things were suddenly dropping into place. “ACK-shlee he came out y’r tummy?”

I held back most of the laughter, though it was damned difficult, what with Jamie shaking beside me like my own personal earthquake. “He actually did.”

Wow…” she whispered, looking back to Ian. “Good job, Mummy!” Bree snuggled closer, all but lounging ON the baby in her need to see him up close. “He’s really….all—” A tiny, squealing sigh that might have been ‘cute’. 

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” I murmured, splitting my gaze between them. “And he’s all new. All ours.” 

“I can hold him?” 

After a bit of shifting about, we settled at last with Bree between us on the bed and a pillow laid crosswise on her outstretched legs. Carefully, I eased Ian down onto the cushion, his tiny stockinged-feet curled up against her belly. 

“Now, mind his head,” Jamie instructed Bree, a protective hand hovering by Ian’s ear just in case. “Ye must always be careful wi’ a wean’s head.”

Bree leveled her father with a look of haughty scorn that would have brought any professionally-trained actor to shame. ”I’ll be careful of all him, Daddy.” 

Completely oblivious to the laughter from the adults in the room, she returned her attention to her new charge, all serene smiles. “He’s all soft…” Bree ran a finger very gingerly across his cheek, across the full pink lips, pouted in sleep. “… like a blanket.”

“Verra soft indeed,” Jamie murmured, his hand, shifting up ever so slightly to stroke the shocks of downy hair. 

“Why’s he ‘sleep?”

I kissed the top of her head, remembering when it, too, could fit easily in my hand. “So he can grow up big and strong like you.”

“Oh…good.” She picked up one of his hands, grinning. “Hi, Beeyin,” she cooed. “….Glad you’re, um….glad you’re been born….“

Jamie’s eyes were the deepest blue I’d ever seen them, crinkled and warm in the midday light of the room as he watched the two of them…then smiled at me.  

“We’ll play a lot…..You can play wi’ George all you wanna, okay?” 

Ian responded to the gracious offer of Bree’s favorite toy rabbit by dreamily searching for milk with his tongue. 

“An’—” Bree went on, making her overtures with a distinctly Fraser-like solemnity, “—an’—won’t let any snakes bite you. Because love, okay?”

Snakes? I mouthed to Jamie over her head. 

Tell ye later, he mouthed back with a grin, and then both of us nearly jumped out of our skins when Bree GASPED.  

“Jees—”

“Wh—” 

He’s ‘wake!!” she whisper-screamed. 

And sure enough, Ian Fraser was blinking up at his sister with an expression that could only be described as ‘perplexed’, brows furrowed and mouth in a perfect O of concentration,

All three of us stared down, entranced, as Ian slowly brought his hands up toward his face. The tiny fingers fanned out as he stretched in a great yawn, making us all gasp in unison from delight and love. 

“He’s—like a little person!” Bree declared, sounding unsure as to whether to cry or laugh at this revelation; though likely the former, from the happy quaver in her voice. A wonderful human being, this little lass was. My sweet, sweet love. 

“He’s watching you, Bree,” I whispered into her ear, a little choked. Ian was intent upon her, in fact, his watery eyes following the slightest of her movements. 

“I’m watchin’ him, too,” she said. A promise. 

Bree kissed her brother on the forehead. Jamie’s arm came around behind her to encircle my waist. I nuzzled my head against his as I stroked Ian’s hair.  We all, even Ian, exhaled as one. 

The camera clicked, and it was set in stone. The four of us. Forever. 


constant eternal screaming from the start of the episode until the end

- Dany “did you catch that line about Jon getting stabbed through the heart wtf is up with that?” Targaryen

- Tyrion “I built the sewers” Lannister

- Jon “Holy Shit It’s a Dragon” Snow

- Sansa “knows more about how to make armor than people whose job it is to make armor” Stark

- Bran “I Don’t Hug Or Show Emotion Anymore” Stark

- Jaime “I learn from my mistakes lol not fucking likely imma still be on Cersei’s side tho” Lannister

- Melisandre “I’ve seen my own death in the flames” of Asshai

- Ellaria “Got what was coming to her” Sand

- Olenna “It only matters to me that I get the last sick ass burn in before I die” Tyrell

- Samwell “Oh boy transcription hope there’s something useful in one of these scrolls” Tarley

- Jorah “khaleesi khaleesi khaleesi” Mormont

- Grey “still alive and fabulous as ever” Worm

- Missandei “butterflies really dude why are you speaking to me” of the Isle of Naath

- Euron “constantly in the middle of his own private rock music video” Greyjoy

And finally:

Cersei “I love to monologue it’s what I live for and revenge makes me horny” Lannister

To Have You Again - Thranduil

Originally posted by thranduillover2013

38. “Because even the sun can wish to be among the stars.”

43. “Do you think you could be happy here? With me?”

A/N: This request was also sent with another for Sauron. It will not be posted until all are done, just because I have no idea how to write it. :)

Warnings: Mentions of war

Words: 1500

My bare feet padded against the cold, wooden walkways that weaved their way through the realm of Mirkwood, the light clinking of elvish armor accompanying my soft gait as two elves, clad in golden armor, silken hair flowing behind them, led me to the throne room.

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I often look through my old mementos and they bring me back to all the adventures we had together. I used to see my future with you; we’d rent an apartment together and would laugh and joke about how we were such idiots as children. We’d gossip all day and all night about the hottest of guys and even the guys who broke our hearts. We’d bicker every now about what we were going to have for dinner and while you wanted a salad, I wanted pizza. We’d argue anything and everything but no matter how heated we got, we’d just end up laughing. Once we found our true loves, you’d move into the house next to mine. Our kids would be best friends just like us. We would tease them and embarrass them in front of their friends out of sheer pleasure and amusement. We would grow old together and remain best friends until the day we died. But when I look at my future now… you’re not in it. I am living by myself. There’s no one to laugh with, no one to gossip with, no one to bicker with, no one at all. I miss the future that had you in it. You weren’t my blood sister, but you were indeed my sister. Families are supposed to stick together but you left. I left. I still think about you a lot. We live in a small town so it’s hard to not reminisce the past. I wish that I could’ve been enough for you to stay but that’s selfish of me. You wanted more than I could ever give you and I cannot do anything about that. You wanted more friends even if that meant losing me in the process. You look happier. I guess I didn’t mean that much. I’m glad you found happiness with others. That’s all I ever wanted for you. Once my sister, now a stranger.
—  And I still miss you every. single. day. I feel like I’m on the verge of crying and I can feel a sword stabbing my heart. Everyday, I manage to still move forward and even though you’re no longer by my side, I’m relieved to know that you’re shining brighter than ever. // littlemissimaginary

Spoilers (again)

Listen. I’m just trying to figure out why the ending of FFXV bothered me so much. Maybe it’s because here are four guys. Four best friends. Who only got to experience a shred of life. And then one of them disappears for ten years and the other three still see each other but not as much. And to me, that’s just a punch in the gut. They spent so much time together over the course of the game and then Noctis just disappears. Doesn’t even get to say goodbye to his best friends, the three guys he loves. Just disappears. Then he gets to come back ten years later just to have to sacrifice his life. I don’t know. Just hurts me for some reason.


(P.S. I haven’t even played this game. Just spoiled it so completely for myself because I’m trash for games on expensive consoles that I can’t afford. And I feel bad for anyone who is even half as sensitive as I am that played through the game with no spoilers just to face the ending of the game. “Here have a game where you get to hang out with your bros and save the world. Oh, by the way you die at the end. Hahhahahaha! Have fun with that” - Square Enix at some point probably.)


(P.P.S. The real “afterlife” scene we deserved or whatever was when the three remaining Chocobros reached old age and passed on and got to see Noctis again in the beyond. And then we need an FFXV-2 where you get to have awesome adventures with them and catch up in the afterlife.)

Everyone wants you,
You have a beautiful smile, Your eyes are brighter than the sun.
It’s easy for you to move on, because everyone’s watching you. 
You don’t feel pain because everyone’s waiting for you.
But do they love you the way I do? That’s the question that you should ask you.
Are they falling for the heart or is it just for selfish lust?
You expecting more but there’s nirvana inside his mind.


Everyone wants you,
It’s crazy how you moved on while I’m staring at your reflection.
3 years of being single it’s like I’ve been stabbed by razor sharp knives.
Gave you everything that you want but there’s nothing to recieve.
You are happy while my heart deeply bleeds.


Everyone wants you,
There’s nothing to be seen.
Chances are faded and I’m saying this to make you understand what I feel.
Don't want to chase a mirage no more, I want to feel free. From this stupid prison that you locked me in.
But I’m grateful that I knew you and I don’t blame you for this.
When life give you problems, Chin up and face it.
Learn from the mistakes and try to do better.
I’m maybe not the best for you, But I am better.


Everyone wants you.

-Diablo

All I Wanted; C.H. 25

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24

“I just don’t get it. I was so certain he was currently seeing this one girl. Not multiple, but one. And now – I wonder what happened.” Meredith sighs loudly, shaking her head as she takes another sip of her newly ordered drink. My mind is reeling and the more I sit here, the more I have to hold back tears. I thought that Calum and I were heading somewhere, but him meeting up with other women was a stab to the heart.

“Maybe he fucked her over, like he does with other women?” I laugh devilishly, because I know what had happened. And if he treated any of these women like he had done with me, I know why so many of them would show up on his doorstep just to smack him in the face. That’s the least I would do.

“What happened to you? You always defend Calum.” Meredith scolds me and I feel scrutinized under her harsh gaze. “Nothing happened. Sometimes people see the light.” I check my phone, but come up with no notifications. “Y/n, don’t lie to me.” I feel my heart hammering and I know I am panicking, so I do what I do best in these moments. I lie.

“Sorry, just a second. My dad texted me.” I pretend to skim over the message and I start gathering my items. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but he seems super aggravated. I’ll text you later.” I throw some money onto the small table and smile apologetically at Meredith, but I need to get out of here as soon as I can.

I don’t even think I have given her time to respond before I’m off and speed walking towards my car. I, of course don’t end up at home, but on Harry’s doorstep. It takes a bit of contemplating if I really want to do this, but I trust him. It would be different.

“Y/n, babe, what are you doing here?” Harry smiles as he opens his door, leaning against the wall as I let my gaze run over his upper body, clothed in a tight t-shirt. I don’t waste my words, but instead I march over to him and throw myself against him, roughly pressing our lips together.

Harry takes a while to comprehend what is happening, but when he does, he reciprocates with as much passion as I have. I push him inside, Harry pushing my jacket off of my shoulders to drop onto the tiles of his hallway as he pushes the front door closed.

We somehow, blinded by each other, find our way into his living room, but not before bumping into every piece of furnace he possesses. As much passion as is laced through our wandering hands and our lips locked together, this doesn’t feel right. I try to get it out of my mind and press my lips back against Harry’s, but I just can’t seem to shake it.

“As much as I want to, I can’t.” I laugh humourlessly, pushing Harry off of me. He sighs but smiles all the same, taking a step back, granting me my space. “It feels quite different, doesn’t it?”
“I’m so sorry I am toying with your emotions like this. I am the worst woman ever.” I drop onto Harry’s leather sofa, head in my hands as I am ashamed to even look at him.

“Don’t sweat it. I get it.” Harry states as he walks off to his fridge, grabbing himself a water bottle as he tries to avoid the awkward situation at hand. “But I – I don’t know. I want this to work.”
“You can’t force yourself to like me, Y/n.”

“I am not forcing myself I like you!” I almost immediately fire back, turning in my spot so I can now hold my gaze with Harry to get my point across. I wouldn’t even be doing this if I didn’t enjoy his company. “But you don’t like me like you like Calum. And that’s the problem, and I totally get that.” Harry starts off, sighs, and starts walking towards me. I keep silent, because I don’t think I can argue with him on this, and wait for Harry to drop on the coffee table in front of me.

“Listen, I like you, too. But somehow, even though I trust you with every fiber of my being, I don’t think we’d work. We’re great together, especially in bed,” Harry snickers and I can’t help but let a giggle slip past too, “but… I don’t know, Y/n. I just think you belong with someone who’s more compatible. Damn, I’m burning my own bridges here but I care too much about you to let us both be miserable.” Harry closes his eyes briefly as his hand lands on my knee.

“So this is it?” I breathe, slowly opening my own eyes which I had closed somewhere during his monologue. “I guess so. But I do hope we’re not going to go back to completely ignoring one another.” Harry smiles as he scoops closer, taking his hand off of my knee.

“Hey, in my defence… Your girlfriend was a total wacko.” I laugh loudly, threading my fingers through my hair as I see Harry’s face contort into one of pure disgust. “Oh please, she was a complete psychopath. But I’m serious, don’t totally disappear, Y/n.” Harry breathes as he starts fumbling with his fingers, gaze cast to the floor. “Harry, you’re sort of my best friend. I’d never do that.”

I drop onto my knees and shimmy in between Harry’s knees, throwing my arms around his neck. He reciprocates my hug and lets his hands rest on the small of my back. As I let go of him, I let my hands slide along his jaw and press my lips briefly to his for the last time.
“What’s that for?” Harry sighs out as he opens his eyes while I raise to my feet.

“A thank you, a goodbye for an important chapter in my life, I don’t know honestly.” I shrug my shoulders with a bright grin but as soon as Harry speaks, it drops. “So what are you going to do about Calum?” I sit back down in my original seat and drop my head against the back rest.

“Nothing. He’s seeing this other girl, remember? I think it’s just over. This story won’t have a happy ending.” I frown with my eyes still closed, my fingers nervously tapping along my abdomen as I hear Harry sigh out gruffly. “At least tell Meredith. I know how much it has been gnawing on you.
“Don’t you think she’ll be even more angry now that I tell have after all that has happened?” I lift my head, raising my eyebrow at a frowning Harry.

“See it like this. Do you want her to find out on accident and ruin your friendship forever? Because then she’ll be infuriated. I think now, she may be a bit angry yeah, but she’ll come around eventually.” I nod my head as Harry continues to speak, because I’m sure he’s right about everything.

“And if I were you, I wouldn’t wait too long anymore either.” Harry smiles and I dust off my jeans as I get up from my seat. “Now is a good of time as ever, right?” Harry raises to his feet and pats me on my shoulder. “Good luck, Y/n. I’m sure it’ll turn out alright. Oh, and don’t forget your coat on your way out, love.” Harry smirks as I feel my cheeks heat up, scrambling off now that I still have the courage.

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Here I am. When I left Harry’s place, it took the long way to Meredith’s home, then I spent another ten to fifteen minutes in my car trying to build courage. And now here I am, standing in front of the large wooden front door, my hand hovering over the doorbell.

I have no idea how she’ll respond. Maybe she saw it coming, maybe she completely didn’t. Maybe she’ll try to strangle me, maybe I’ll get the silent treatment. I have no idea what outcomes may be the worst and which might be at least acceptable. But I know I can’t keep doing this. Ever since I started this, whatever, with Calum, I had been experiencing constant stomach aches from the stress of lying to my best friend. I would get this over with. I deserved it. Meredith did.

The buzzing seems louder than usual and I feel my heart pound in my throat as I hear footsteps approaching the door. My gaze is cast towards the cement as I hear the door click and slowly creep open.

“We need to talk.”