my laugh is horrendous

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‘Come on and kill me baby, while you smile like a friend’ 🎶

~Alex Turner laughing during the EYCTE era~

A Game of Pretend

Modern AU. Hiccup and Astrid are having a normal conversation on the phone, or so Astrid thinks. Oneshot.

There wasn’t any blood on his face, but Hiccup still felt his vision go blurry. His fingers were touching sticky liquid on his stomach, and with a painful fall he was on the ground, a few tears splashing out without his permission. With a few grunts, he managed to twist his phone out from his pocket.

Emergency call hovered in front of him.

The ambulance wouldn’t get here on time. There was no point. This was it.

He wasn’t going to bother calling them. Hiccup shakily pressed the contacts button and then, Astrid’s name.

After three terrifying rings, his wife picked up the phone.

“Hello? Hiccup?”

“Hey, Ast,” he grit out, not making a single painful sound, no matter how much he wanted to cry out in pain, “what’s up?”

Her voice sounded relieved over the phone. “Everything’s fine at the office. How did it go? No injuries or anything?”

Hiccup laughed - it would come out as cocky to her, ironic to him. “Of course not. You know me - careful is my middle name.”

“I thought it was horrendous.”

They both laughed - Hiccup rested his head against the wall, hanging on to her voice. He was going to die. He was going to die right here.

He kept the conversation going, wanting to hear her cheerful voice. He didn’t want to let go of her, but if he was going to, he didn’t want to hear her cry. It might make the pain even worse. It was selfish, but he needed this.

His breath started coming out short, so he let Astrid do most of the talking, which he had no problem with anyway. She told him about her day, and Hiccup felt his eyelids trying to close, but he kept them open for as long as he could, until it seemed unbearable and there were tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Astrid,” he whispered, interrupting what she was saying, “I love you.”

Her laugh was the last thing he heard as the phone slipped from his hand and he slumped over.

“I love you too, babe. I had a surprise to tell you at home, but since you’re getting all emotional on me right now, I’ll just tell you. I, uh, well, you know the pregnancy tests I bought yesterday? Hiccup - they came out positive! …Hello? Are you speechless, I bet Fishlegs ten that you would be. Come on, babe, say something. Hello? Hiccup? Hiccup, we’re having a kid! Hiccup?”

*hides face* It’s @fanwriter02‘s fault for writing the sad fic that made me want to write a sad fic! I’m sorry!

Love Games-Day 7: Dean Cooks Dinner

Characters: Dean x Reader, brief mention of Sam
Word Count: 970
Warnings: Gratuitous amounts of sausage and innuendos (Trust me, you need a warning for that always)
A/N: Thank you to the wonderful @trexrambling as always for taking a look at this and helping fix my randomly horrendous grammar. This one made me laugh a lot while I was writing it, so hopefully you are just as amused. This is part three in the Love Games mini-series. You can catch up with part 1 here and part 2 here.

Tags are at the bottom! If you would like to be added to any of them, please let me know! And if I’ve missed anyone, please let me know! I’m still trying to get used to doing a lot of tags. lol

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A Game of Pretend (Revised)

Modern AU. Hiccup and Astrid are having a normal conversation on the phone, or so Astrid thinks. Oneshot.  

Revised version, with thanks to @athingofvikings’s contributing.

The cliffhanger is finally resolved! 

There wasn’t any blood on his face, but Hiccup still felt his vision go blurry. His fingers were touching the sticky hot liquid on his stomach, trying to staunch the flow. With a painful grunt, he slipped away from the wall that had been holding him up, and he fell to the dirty ground; his injured arm took the bulk of the impact and he cried out despite himself, a few tears splashing the ground without his permission.

He laid there for a moment, and them realized that his phone was still in his back pocket.  It took nearly every bit of effort he had, but he managed to twist his phone out from his pocket, managing to keep his screams down to agonized grunts.

The screen was cracked, and he managed to wryly comment, “Here goes nothing…” and hit the power button.

Emergency Call hovered in front of him as the screen lit up.

The ambulance wouldn’t get here on time. There was no point. This was it.

He wasn’t going to bother calling them. Hiccup shakily unlocked the phone, and hit the shortcut labeled with Astrid’s name and a phone icon.  

After three terrifying rings, his wife picked up the phone.

“Hello? Hiccup?”

“Hey, Ast,” he grit out, not making a single agonized sound, no matter how much he wanted to cry out in pain, “what’s up?”

Her voice sounded relieved over the phone. “Everything’s fine at the office. How did it go? No injuries or anything?”

Hiccup laughed - it would come out as cocky to her, ironic to him. “Of course not. You know me - careful is my middle name.”

“I thought it was horrendous.”

They both laughed - Hiccup rested his head against the wall with his blood on it, hanging on to her voice. He was going to die. He was going to die right here.

“Your day doing all right?” he asked.  “I went for a walk after the meeting to try out the new prosthetic.”

“How did it go?”

“All right,” he managed, glancing at the broken stump of shattered fiberglass and bent metal attached to his leg.  “How about you?”

“Well, I finished up work early, and…”

He kept the conversation going, wanting to hear her cheerful voice. He didn’t want to let go of her, but if he was going to, he didn’t want to hear her cry. It might make the pain even worse. It was selfish, but he needed this.

His breath started coming out short, so he let Astrid do most of the talking, which he had no problem with anyway. She told him about her day, and Hiccup felt his eyelids trying to close, but he kept them open for as long as he could, until it seemed unbearable and there were tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Astrid,” he whispered, interrupting what she was saying, “I love you.”

Her laugh was the last thing he heard as the phone slipped from his hand and he slumped over.

“I love you too, babe. I had a surprise to tell you at home, but since you’re getting all emotional on me right now, I’ll just tell you. I, uh, well, you know the pregnancy tests I bought yesterday? Hiccup - they came out positive! …Hello? Are you speechless, I bet Fishlegs ten that you would be. Come on, babe, say something. Hello? Hiccup? Hiccup, we’re having a kid! Hiccup?”

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H.S. Album Series: Carolina

Word Count: 2606

A/M: I feel lowkey that if more time and more talent was involved, this could be decent low budget rom-com. Who will help me produce this masterpiece? Who will be my leading stars? Stay tuned for nothing to come of it besides this little story 🙂. Though if someone were to make something out of this credit and include me in the production 😎. Also, cause I’m curious with writing this series, I ask you this question: What is your favourite song off the album? 
Hope you enjoy it! Tell me if you do!

*Disclaimer- obviously this is only (one of) my interpretations of what I think about when I hear the songs. Of course you may have your own, these are just one of mine.*

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“I am a writer. It means that I was able to remember every little detail about them. Their scent which would put me in a trance every time I smelt it, the way that their eyes would change colour and sparkle in the sun. The way they would giggle shyly at my jokes, always looking at me with their sparkly eyes and looking as if they wanted to hide away from laughing at my horrendous joke. Sometimes I couldn’t even find it funny. But they did.”

“I am a singer. It means that I can remember the feelings I had when I was with them. The sadness when they found out their pet had died and I became their shoulder to cry on. The nerves they felt when they went in for their big job interview, and the happiness when they found out they had gotten their new job. Or the heartbreak I felt when they decided to leave me. People wondered how I could display such emotion in my voice when I sang. Not knowing there was a muse behind my music that did all the work for me.”

“I am an artist. It means I can remember both the feeling and the little details all in one. I can remember what it was like to fall for their magical, colour changing eyes. I remember what it was like when I became their shoulder to cry on, watching their eyes turn dark and red with sadness and how my shirt turned wet with tears and how I didn’t care. I remember what it was like when they left me. How the piercing of the blade felt in my heart when I watched them walk away. It was then I knew they weren’t just anyone. No.”

“They meant a whole lot more than that to me.”

You walked in to the little coffee shop, not knowing what to expect. But when you heard the poetry that came out of his mouth you knew exactly what he was talking about. 

You were glad that it was crowded, feeling awkward if it was empty. However as he met eyes with you as he spoke his last sentence, you began to question if he actually saw you or if it had been your imagination. However, if it had been real, you wanted to leave immediately. 

You walked out quickly, pushing past the new customers that were coming through the door. You walked into the wintery night as snow slowly began to fall from the dark sky. You wrapped your coat tighter around you as you walked down the street. 

You thought you heard your name be called out but you ignored it, thinking that it was impossible. But as you felt a tap on your shoulder you stopped and turned around and was face to face with the one you thought you could say goodbye to only a year before.

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To Find A Home - Part Nine

Summary: It’s Unity Day and everything is going perfectly for Y/N. But when Finn sets up a meeting with the Grounders, she is thrown back into battle.

Warning: swearing, alcohol, violence, character death

Word count: 3251

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A/N: I’m really sorry for the long wait, but writing this part was torture. No idea why, but I really struggled. Good news, though, part 10 is already written and reviewed by the awesome @princessaudreybea so it will be published in three days! Enjoy this chapter, and please, remember to tell what you think about it!


Your name: submit What is this?

‘Squirrel tastes horrendous,’ I told my grandmother as she laughed. ‘When you come down, I’ll hunt you a deer. Now that’s what I call good meat.’

‘Well, I’m glad you’re trying new things, at least.’

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Whenever I feel super down and sad
I just remember that there are people in my life that genuinely love me.
This is what my best friend made me for my birthday.
52 reasons why she loves me.
There are silly things she loves about me, like my horrendous laugh that sounds like a dying whale or the way I dance like a stoned hippy (which I am)
And particularly small things: the way she sees me whenever I open the door to let her in.

Yes, sometimes you might feel like utter useless shit and you think no one cares if you’d leave this planet but please never ever forget that this planet is HUGE(!) and there is a wonderful and loving person just around the corner waiting for you.
Luckily I found my soulmate already.
Thank you for being in my life,
I love you.

Taylor, I know so much about you so I figured it’s only right for me to tell you as much about myself as I can think of while lying here. Hi, I’m Katelyn (which I’m pretty sure you know). I’m from Pennsylvania (which I think you also know??). I’ll be turning 15 this August. I am the field hockey captain for my school team and have started self teaching myself piano and guitar on the side. I first fell in love with your music when I was 8 years old and at my cousin’s house, as we jammed out to Picture To Burn, which was blaring over the speakers in her room. I’m probably one of the wittiest people I know; it takes merely a second for me to retaliate back at people. I’m obsessed with iced coffee and chicken nuggets. I tend to overthink every situation a lot more than I should. I get super competitive while playing board games. I can’t listen to Begin Again or Forever & Always without sobbing. The smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies makes me weak. My closet is filllllled to the brim with oversized sweaters, lots of stripes, and vintage. I’ve never lost a game of monopoly in my life. My nails are painted black or mint green 90% of the time. When I go shopping and find something I love, I tend to buy it in a bunch of different colors. Never on my watch will I ever stand for people being mean to others. I love listening to the rain. I love having pathetic dance parties to your music by myself each night when I should be doing homework. I pick up on little quirks that people have easily. I have the ability to bust out a pun at any given moment. If sarcasm were a language, it’d be my first. I am always hungry. My favorite season is fall; I love watching the leaves change colors. I am such an old soul. My birthday is the day after your buddy Natasha’s ( imfinallyclean ), August 30th. If I ever meet you, I feel like I’m obligated to challenge you to a dance off; only because there is no one I know, aside from myself, that is terrible at dancing, knows it, AND showcases it. I’ll be going to your Philly night two show with Carol ( noltsbecky ), Kailee ( chasingthestarsinyoureyes ), and Rachel ( undefined-madness ). I get to meet and hang out with some of my most favorite people as well so it’s gonna be so great. My favorite candies are swedish fish and sour patch watermelon. I own too many necklaces. Seeing other people happy makes me happy. :) I’m slightly obsessed with candles (and by slightly I don’t mean slightly). Every night at 11:11 I wish for the same thing, you being happy. My present wrapping skills are horrendous. I laugh too hard and too much. I’m literally blanking out here I don’t know what else to add.


OH— and I guess you could say that I like…. you taylorswift ;)