my sister says this all the time and i just

I don’t know anyone and I don’t have any friends so most of my stories are going to be about how I’m 30 years old and just being open about my bisexuality. And how almost all of those stories will include my sister and how she is unwilling to understand me.

I don’t know how to hide it anymore. I can not say I strictly like men which gives me the feeling of lying to myself. I’ve done that and I don’t wanna do that anymore. Which is why I want to talk about it here.

I fail every night in trying to hide it. I continue to try to and it hurts every time, but I try and fail because I can’t do this anymore. I want to be open but every time I try to be everyone thinks it’s a joke because I’m supposed to be straight.

I’m not straight anymore you fucks! And now I know never was!

That is what I want to say, but can’t.

anonymous asked:

I wish I didnt go throught the anti's posts! They seriously say that ratbecca was "drunk" too. Funnily enough nothing about her sleeping with Ross on the same day, or leaving him at a bar for Robert ever came up. Do they watch the same show? My problem with her is that she's the kind of woman I hate, who can only find herself if she is with a man, doesn't have a backbone and feels like a victim all the time, didn't even question sleeping with her sisters boyfriend, then cried fowl about it!

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

Oh my god how badly do the antis need to reach before they just admit she’s a whore who will fuck someone else’s husband?? Lmao oh my god they’re pathetic!!! Rebecca is a disgusting human being. Yeah Robert has made mistakes, cheating on Chrissie was never nice but Christ, he didn’t rape her. He didn’t hold her down and force her to do these things. There was no gun to her head. She’s just a skank who will happily spread her legs for anyone who shows her some attention!!

How do I make sure antis see this? I want them to know what pathetic twats they are and how much of a cunt Rebecca White is. What do I tag it? Ratbert ? Is that one they’re using? Come at me antis, I could do with another laugh. 

anonymous asked:

Im just a slave in this world, there really seems to be no reason to be alive. I have no desires or dreams, my sister is dying in the hospital, and my only ride to work is abandoning me, I'm also injured and its unbearable to walk. I'm just tired.

I cannot say that I understand your sorrow for surely this is a difficult time in your life. I wish you and your family well. 

What you need is hope. You are currently of the mind that as it is now so shall it ever be. You think you are mired in circumstances beyond your control and it is all mounting on your shoulders and you do not know if you can go on but …

You can. You will.

The sun will rise. You will be in a new day simply fraught with possibilities. You have no idea how strong you really are. You will endure these hardships until they pass. You will meet every obstacle just as you always have before.


🐚 Shanti, peace, Sam. 🐚

anonymous asked:

"#Are we all thinking the same thing#Cause I'm literally shaking" what are you thinking 👀

THANK GOD YOU ASKED ME I NEED TO GET THIS OUT

Things I’m Sure Of:

  • One Direction was supposed to attend and they didn’t. 
  • Liam couldn’t have been at the award show longer than 10 minutes. He went for the sole purpose of picking up the award and left immediately after.  
  • Something changed tonight.

Now, we’ve been dragging Jeff non stop for being a bad manager for months, but part of me has always reserved the thought that /maybe/ he was restricted in what he could or couldn’t do. Just go with me. When Harry and the Azoff’s first started being seen together, everyone was all like, “omg 1D is firing shots at their team” but as things progressed, that mentality sort of faded away. I’ve still kept it in the back of my mind, though. Harry is the face of One Direction; I don’t think yachtgate was only for Harry’s career; I think it was for the band’s too. Just.. maybe there was a hold on things – on what Jeff could/couldn’t do – and maybe that hold is just starting to break. I’m not saying it’s happening all at once but… And all the family chiming in at the same time?? That’s not normal. At 8:30 it all just started happening; Harry’s family, Louis, Liam’s sister I think I saw? Plus the people at full stop?? Coincidences don’t exist with that band, it means something. 

Simon was not expecting Liam to show up. Straight up. He said “I’m milking this,” with his smug, ugly face because he had every intention of giving a speech talking about how he created them and blahblahblah. Then low and behold, Liam Payne looking like he just came in from off the street, snatched that sucker out of his hand, and peaced out again. Liam doesn’t do that. Literally say what you want but Liam is always the same; diplomatic, the Serious Face of 1D. Not tonight. He came in, he handled it, barely even touched Simon, made it SO clear there was tension between them, and left. Without thanking anyone. The whole thing was stilted and awkward and RIFE with tension; anyone should have seen it.

And then there’s Annas. Annas who handles all of Louis’s public (stunt) outings, tweeting about the Afterparty and for what? Louis is home in Doncaster. And then there’s Louis. Papped in London TODAY and then off to Doncaster? Made SURE to mention he was in Doncaster? Okay.

My boys pulled a fast one and March is going to be insane. I feel it in my gut. Something broke. Or maybe something cracked. Maybe things won’t happen all at once but this was a power play I can feel it.

things i want from supergirl

give me the first time kara is patrolling the skies and she hears maggie’s heartbeat skyrocket. and look, we all know kara’s probably stumbled in on maggie and alex at least once, so kara knows what /that/heartbeat sounds like.

this isn’t that.

this is faster and different and kara as supergirl is worried so she heads that way,

fast.

and maybe it turns out to be nothing, but chances are, it’s not. chances are it’s detective sawyer hauling a little kid behind her, a little boy with a fat lip and a black eye and an arm kara can see that is broken without her x-ray vision. and maybe it’s maggie with her hand protectively on the shoulder of the little boy, keeping him firmly behind her and maybe the other has her gun leveled at the gun leveled at her.

and this was only supposed to be a statement collection maggie will tell kara later - that’s why there was no back up.

but kara worries that she won’t get there fast enough because maggie has a terrified kid in one hand, a gun in the other and her eyes leveled at a man who is threatening to kill her. and kara, well she shows up just in time.

she shows up through a window, skidding through an open door because she used her super hearing and she heard, she /heard/ the way the mans muscles were tensing in his hand. she heard the slightest shift of the loaded gun and kara knew.

so she dove and rolled and skidded and is standing, wobbling, catching a bullet with her fingertips. she’s catching it and clutching it and turning to the man who fired it because

maggie sawyer isn’t allowed to die.

[maggie doesn’t know that yet, but kara will tell her]

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always sunny lines that aren’t funny out of context but make me die laughing every time
  • tell me about mac’s famous mac and cheese
  • well far be it from me to keep the flower of you from flourishing but uh
  • taked baby. meet at later bar night or day sometime
  • poconos
  • goddammit jack bauer, you really are the man
  • you’re a stone cold fox, margaret
  • cat in the wall, eh? okay, now you’re talking my language
  • i’m a full on rapist, y’know?
  • I EAT STICKERS ALL THE TIME DUDE
  • THIS ISN’T OVER UNTIL I SAY IT’S OVER!
  • boys are out tonight huh
  • nah this will keep just fine
  • is your cat making TOO MUCH NOISE ALL THE TIME?
  • i think the problem here is that your body quit. your bird quit. and unfortunately it’s no longer legit.
  • you ever been in a storm wally
  • “boy it sure is a hot one” “YEAH????”
  • if you do not give my sister her stories and a new room i will UNLEASH MY FURY UPON THIS HOSPITAL LIKE THE GUST OF A THOUSAND WINDS
  • YOU WILL CALL HER!!!!!
  • i’m getting a high ride, but the shorts aren’t preventing me from doing what i need to do
  • alright alright alright
Langst! More Langst!

Keith lunged toward Lance once more, pinning him for the third time in two minutes. Their sparring matches usually ended in Keith’s victory, but never this quickly.

“Come on, Lance; you’re not even trying,” he prodded. Lance’s grimace (the one he’d been sporting all day, Keith had noticed) turned into an outright scowl at Keith’s jab.

“Sorry,” he said flippantly, “I’m distracted. And tired. Can I be done with this for the day?” Shiro looked surprised when Lance turned toward him, but before he could answer, Keith was interrupting.

“Seriously? You’re just ‘done with this for the day?’” 

Lance bristled. “I wasn’t asking you.”

“You know why we train, right?” Keith pressed. 

“Keith, knock it off,” Shiro grumbled, but Keith didn’t stop his assault. 

“It’s because what we do is important. So whatever you’ve got that’s distracting you, whatever girl turned you down at the space mall or whatever conditioner you ran out of, you need to forget about it so you can focus on your actual responsibility to the universe for once.”

“Well, I’m sorry; not all of us just have this one big responsibility to the fucking universe,” Lance snapped in a terrifying quiet tone. “Can I not be cut a little bit of slack on the one day that I can’t stop thinking about the responsibility I was pulled away from?”

Keith looked shocked, his mouth falling open for a moment. Lance sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I just–I’m stressed out. Can I just go back to my room?” Lance asked.

“No,” Shiro replied, “Tell us what you meant. What other responsibilities are you talking about?” Lance often felt homesick, Shiro knew, but he had always thought it was missing the comforts of home–not some kind of fear of what he had left behind.

Lance hesitated. “I mean, my mom is back on Earth, raising six children alone, and the next oldest one is my little sister, and she’s only 14.”

Shiro softened. “I’m sorry,” he replied, “I had no idea. But you know they’re fine, right? You mom was on her own with them while you were at Garrison, wasn’t she?”

“Well yeah,” Lance admitted, “but that’s the problem. That school is expensive, and it took almost all of our savings money. I was supposed to start working over the summer as a cargo pilot and eventually get a full time piloting job to cover the expenses, but now I’m here, and they’re on Earth with all my debt and loans on one income. My sister is supposed to start looking at schools this year, but without my loans paid off, she’s not going to have any options. She’s just going to have to get a job, and that’s–I just can’t–today is–” he trailed off, but Pidge knew what he was trying to say.

“The deadline for Garrison applications,” she finished. Lance nodded, not taking his eyes off the floor. 

“Mi hermanita would have made a really great pilot,” he near-whispered, smiling sadly, “way better than me. And she’s not going to get to be one. Because I’m here defending the universe. So, yeah,” he looked back up at Keith with tears shimmering in his eyes, “I know this is my one big duty. And I know it comes with sacrifices, and I’ve made them all willingly. But I just–my sister shouldn’t have to, right? She doesn’t get to go to flight school because of her brother, who she probably thinks is dead anyway? I’m trying, but I just–today I need a little slack.” He set his bayard down on the ground and turned away. “I’m done with this for the day,” he said as he went back to his room. No one stopped him this time.

I’ve lived in this house for 6 years and still don’t know any of my neighbors names

Imagine Jensen and Misha talking about you when you miss a convention.

“Thank you.” Jensen said as he made eye contact with the woman who had just sent her well wishes to you; he patted his heart as he began to think of how he should respond. “It’s a deep emotional bond that we have; that we all have with the show, with you guys, and definitely with one other. When I say that Jared and Y/N are my brother and sister, I mean it; and right now Y/N’s going through a rough time and all the support and love you could give her, I know she’d appreciate it.”

Misha softly nodded his head with Jensen’s words, “Life has thrown Y/N/N so many things this year and right now she just needed to step back and regroup; and I just wanna make sure that everyone here realizes that it’s okay to do that. If you’re going through a tough time, it’s okay to step back and take a break. If you don’t you’ll just wear yourself down until you feel like you can’t get back up.” Misha spoke into his microphone.

“But just know that Y/N sends her love and that she wishes she could be here with us. Jared saw the signs and knew that Y/N needed this break; he had to practically force her to stay behind because she didn’t wanna let you guys down, but Danneel convinced her to stay at our place in Austin to help her take care of the kids; so know that she’s in good hands and she’ll give you guys an update when she’s ready.” Jensen said with a soft smile.

“Now.” Misha said as he clapped his hands and rubbed them together, he realized that Jensen was starting to get upset about you being gone. That’s why Jared wasn’t in the panel yet, he was worried about you so he decided to facetime you real fast, “Who wants to hear about the time that they let Y/N drive the impala and she drove it off the road?” Misha asked with a smirk, Jensen turned his head so fast at Misha’s words that he’s surprised he didn’t pull a muscle in his neck,

“She did what now?”

Hypothetical

 Anon prompt: “Hi! All hail Jughead Jones. I’m in love. Anyway, could you write something where the reader is really close to Archiekins and Juggie asks Arch about how to get close to the reader? Thanks xxx”

A/N: I sure can! All hail Jughead P Jones!!

Jughead slumps down onto one of the library couches across from me, I smile stupidly at him.

“Mister Jones.” I say.

“Hey, Y//N.” He smiles at me.

Hands reach down around, fingers clawing at my sides enticing laughter from me as the unknown culprit tickles me.

“Archibald Andrews! If that’s you I swear I’ll end your existence!” I manage between laughs.

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A Cryptid in my Neighborhood????

Hey there you guys. So something a little weird happened this morning, and I’ve been aching to tell someone.

So I wait at the bus stop with my sister every morning. Everything’s been normal up until around last week, when the weather started getting warmer. I started to notice that at 7 AM, every morning, I would look down the street and a cat would make its way quickly from behind a house, trot across the street and keep on going into another yard. Same path every time.

So I lean over to my sister and I say all hushed, “Same cat every morning. Same time. Isn’t that weird?” And I look back over to the Cat.

It has halted its daily regiment to stop dead and turn its head towards me.

The Cat does not move.

I cannot see its face.

I’m not sure if it was just the light. I’m not sure if it was turned the other way. I knew I could feel it looking at me though I could see no eyes.

I turn to my sister, getting kind of nervous, and I say, “Is it looking at me?” My sister shrugs. I look back and The Cat is crossing my lawn. It’s crossing my neighbor’s lawn.

I think something’s going on. Was It drawn out because of the heat? Where is It going? Can It hear me? For reference, I drew out what I saw.

I think something’s going on in my little town. I think I’m gonna call this series “Cryptids of Coalition County”. I’ll report any new findings to you as soon as I can. We can call The Cat specimen number one.

Thank you for reading, my dear friend. I’ll hope you’ll join me in my journey. That is, if I have much time left. Do I already know too much?

Imagine you tried to rob a wizard's tower

The cold stone walls close in on you. There’s fresh, clean straw under you and an empty bucket in one corner. A torch burns resolutely in the hallway. You knew this was a stupid idea. One of the boys in your village convinced you that the wizard is a fraud, that his potions are sugar water and his magical talismans are useless bits of junk. The boy dared you to sneak into the wizard’s tower, steal something, and bring it back. You agreed, but mostly to shut him up. You’re not afraid of the wizard or his alleged power. There’s no such thing as magic, after all.


The wizard’s tower was just outside of the village, at the edge of the forest. If it had any kind of guards or defenders, you’d never seen them. You snuck in through a crack in the wall and looked through shelves of bones and crystals and things you couldn’t even identify, searching for something small enough to slip into your pocket. You were startled by a noise behind you, and even more startled when you turned to look at the source. A little humanlike figure, about the size of a pigeon, sat perched on a shelf and grinned at you. It spread out its batlike wings and said something in a language you’d never heard, a few syllables that echoed strangely in the small room. Everything went black, and when you woke up, you were in a cell.

So here you are, imprisoned. There’s a man looking at you through the barred door. He’s a short and slight, with a neatly trimmed beard. You’ve seen him before, hawking the wizard’s wares in the village market, all smiles and lofty promises as he peddled healing potions and fertility charms. He is not smiling now.

“Why did you invade my tower?” he asks. “Go on, let’s hear it.”

You’ve always assumed that he was actually the wizard’s assistant, or just a hireling. He looks nothing like you’ve always pictured wizards. He’s wearing a look of extreme annoyance and the kind of tunic and trousers that wouldn’t look out of place on the village innkeeper. You don’t know what you expected. Elaborate robes and a long gray beard. For some unknowable reason, you’re unwise enough to say so.

“The robes are only for ceremonial use,” he says. “They are dreadfully uncomfortable. I can’t be bothered to wear them all the time. You break into my home, and now you expect me to walk around draped in all that nonsense just to meet your expectations?”

Lost for words, you can only shake your head.

“And what about you?” he asks, crossing his arms. “Why are you here? I warn you, I won’t take pity on you no matter how heartrending your story is. Your mother’s dying from some horrible disease the healers have never seen before? Is it your sister? Are your crops failing? I rather liked the thief who said he needed a lucky charm so he could win enough gold to pay off his gambling debts. I can imagine how he got into trouble in the first place.”

“A boy in the village dared me,” you admit, and your voice comes out as little more than a whisper. It sounds pathetic even to you. Your heart is pounding and if you weren’t still on the ground, you’d probably collapse anyway. “I only said yes so he’d shut up. I didn’t even take anything. I swear, I’ll never come here again-” You trail off as the words die in your throat.

The wizard closes his eyes and sighs deeply. “Those charms I sell in the market? Those are mere trinkets,” he says. “Little things to keep the villagers happy. You have no idea what I can really do. If you ran off with something really dangerous, you could unleash horrors you can’t even imagine. I mean hellfire raining from the skies, cattle transforming into ravenous beasts. And that would be the least of it. You could end the world.”

“I’m sorry,” you try to say, but it just comes out as a squeaking noise.

He’s still glaring at you, but something in his expression actually seems to soften a little. “Still, you’re honest,” he says. “That’s a rare trait.”

“Are you going to let me go?” you ask.

The little winged creature is sitting on his shoulder. It chitters at you and draws one slender finger across its throat.

The wizard smiles coldly. “Eventually,” he says. “I can’t let intruders just run off on their merry way. You might decide to pay me a return visit. Or tell someone that I’m soft on thievery.” He pulls a bottle out of his pocket and holds it up to the bars. It’s clear glass, with a cork trapping some clear reddish liquid inside. “Here’s the deal. Drink this, endure what’s going to happen to you, and then you can go. Don’t drink it, and you’ll stay locked in this cell forever or until I find another use for you and all those delightful organs of yours. You would not believe what you can do with a human spleen.”

You hesitate. “Endure” is a very scary word, considering your current situation. But he did promise to let you go, and whatever that potion does can’t be worse than staying locked up forever. At least, you hope not.

The potion bottle clinks against cold iron as you pull it through the bars.. It’s heavier than it looks. “What is it?” you ask, studying the contents. “What’s going to happen to me if I drink this?”

“And ruin the surprise? It will hurt,” he says. “It won’t kill you. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have bothered with the cell or dangling the thought of freedom out in front of you. I’m not that sadistic. Well, I am. But only sometimes.”

It’s still not very reassuring, but what he’s saying makes sense. He hasn’t hurt you so far, besides locking you up. And to be honest, taking his offer is the best option you have available. “Okay,” you say. “I’ll drink it. And then do you swear by the Light that you’ll let me go?”

The wizard is quiet for a moment. “The Light and I are not on particularly good terms,” he says. “But if it puts you more at ease, I swear by the Light that I’ll release you alive and unharmed.”

Somehow, it doesn’t put you at ease at all. But you believe him.

You try to open the potion bottle. The cork’s wedged in tightly and your hands are shaking too hard to pull it out. The little winged creature flutters off the wizard’s shoulder, flies right through the door, and lands beside you. Its agile fingers work the cork out easily, and the creature holds the bottle out to you expectantly. The potion smells like herbs and something you can’t quite identify.

“My familiar will have to stay here to keep you company,” says the wizard. “I can see through its eyes, and it is rather stronger than it appears. I’d advise against trying anything. Now, drink that so I can get back to work.”

Closing your eyes, you swallow the bottle’s contents. It tastes overly sweet and your throat tingles afterwards. You’re tingling all over, actually, and you can feel something shifting deep inside of you. There’s a twinge of pain deep in your belly. “What did I just drink?” you ask, trying to fight off a feeling of impending doom. “What’s happening to me?”

The wizard’s already setting off down the hallway. “You’ll see,” is all he says.

***

The familiar can’t seem to sit still. It paces up and down the length of your cell, occasionally flying out through the walls and back again. Whenever you try the walls they’re solid rock; the familiar must be able to pass through them magically. Once, you get up to try the door but the familiar just chitters at you menacingly. You sit back down and try to ignore the growing ache in your belly.

It started out as a mild annoyance, so slight you thought you were imagining it. Now it feels like someone’s punched you in the belly; not hard, but it hurts enough to be distracting. It feels like hours have passed but aside from the stomachache, nothing else seems to be happening to you. Maybe the potion really was sugar water after all. Or maybe it just didn’t work. You hope it didn’t work. Then the wizard’ll have to let you go just like he promised, right?

Your clothes are getting tighter around your middle. That’s odd. As you reach down to put a hand on your stomach, an icy rush of panic fills you. Your belly’s growing. It’s slow at first, but it soon starts growing faster. Eventually you have to strip out of your clothes just to make room for your new bulk. Once, a woman in the village gave birth to twins, and you’re bigger now than she ever was. You sit with your back against the cold stone wall and watch as you grow bigger and bigger, pinned beneath your own growing belly. Whatever’s inside you, it’s so heavy that you’re not sure you could stand up if you tried to. You run your hands over your belly, oddly fascinated by the feeling of it under your fingers. Your curiosity almost overcomes the fear.

Something slick is running out of you and down your legs to pool in the straw bedding. You wonder what’s inside you, and if it’s close to being born. Some kind of creature? You’ve heard that pregnant women can feel their babies moving, but you don’t feel anything besides a steadily growing weight. So maybe it’s not a creature.

That’s almost comforting. You’ve been imagining all kinds of horrible scenarios. Now you don’t need to worry that there’s some sort of demon beast about to claw its way out of you. Well, you weren’t worried about that before. You’re a little worried now.

All at once you feel a rush of fluid and some immense weight slipping into your passage. All your other thoughts vanish. There’s something inside you and you need to get it out, that’s all you know. You push, but you feel like the thing inside you is barely moving at all. You whimper in pain as you push harder, and you think you can feel it just barely inching its way down your passage.

You can feel your skin bulge outwards as the thing moves downwards one agonizing push at a time. The wizard said it would hurt, but this is so much worse than you feared. You feel tears streaming down your face as you try to force the thing out. You can feel it straining for release at your entrance. It’s barely half out and it’s already stretching you impossibly wide. By the Light, it feels like you’re going to split open. But you don’t, and you watch dumbfounded as an egg slides out of you.

An egg. You’re being held prisoner by a sadistic wizard, and he’s forcing you to lay eggs. It would be almost funny if you weren’t in so much pain right now. You let out a groan as another one enters your passage, begging you to squeeze it out. Again, you start to push, and again, you feel like the egg is barely moving at all. You scream, but it dissolves into helpless sobbing.

This is impossible. That first egg felt bigger than anything you could possibly squeeze out, and who knows how many more you have inside you? The wizard said he’d release you “eventually”. What does that even mean? How long does he expect to keep you here? Hours? Days? Weeks?

The familiar picks up your egg and flies out of the cell with it, apparently having no trouble carrying an object bigger than itself. You wonder where they’re going, what the wizard intends for these eggs. But then you need to push again and the effort drives everything else out of your mind.

The second doesn’t come much easier, but after another exhausting ordeal an egg drops out of you and onto the straw below. And, again, the familiar scoops it up and flies off with it to who knows where. You feel a third egg enter your passage. Then a fourth, a fifth. You’re losing count. All you can do is keep laying eggs and pray that there’s an end in sight.

They start coming faster and faster. After you birth each egg you barely have time to catch your breath before the next one starts working its way out. You barely noticed it through the haze of pain but now you realize that your belly hasn’t been shrinking. In fact, it’s growing. New eggs are forming inside you faster than you can push them out.

A horrible thought occurs to you.

“When I lay them all, that’s it?” you ask the familiar, between gasps. “He’ll let me go?”

The familiar nods excitedly.

“But-” You thought you were out of tears but now you can feel more welling up. You just keep growing more. You’ve been tricked. The wizard lied. He’s never going to let you go. You’ll just stay here in this cell forever, spewing out eggs until you die, wondering when the tide will finally stop. Your throat’s already hoarse, but you scream as another egg starts to slide down your passage.

***

You cry in relief when you notice that your belly is finally shrinking. By the end, the eggs just slide out of you with no resistance; you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. Your hole is stretched beyond recognition and every part of you hurts. You lie there in the straw, too spent to move. “Please, let it be over,” you whisper. You’ll never steal anything ever again. You’ll go to the Chapel of the Light every Sun’s Day and pray for forgiveness. You’ll kill the bastard who dared you to come here in the first place.

The wizard steps into view in the hallway as his familiar carries the last egg away. “Normally I give my guests a second or third dose of the ovigenesis potion,” he says, by way of greeting. “But, well, you were honest with me. If you like, you can have this instead.”

The potion in his hands now is one you recognize. It’s one of the milky-pink healing potions he sells in the marketplace. He offers it to you and you drink it down without an argument. It takes effect almost instantly. Your pain fades and you can feel your poor, abused muscles repairing themselves. In a few minutes you feel almost as good as new. Almost.

You were too exhausted to realize that you’re still naked. Naked in front of a strange man who has you locked in a cell. Reflexively, you cover yourself.

The wizard chuckles a little. “I can see through my familiar’s eyes, remember? I’ve seen all you have to offer and I have no prurient interest in your body. To me, you’re just a source of raw materials.”

You really don’t like the way he says that. Your hands stay where they are and you look over at your discarded clothing. Your discarded, wet clothing. Ugh.

“I can clean the…assorted fluids out of your clothes. You know, with magic.” He mutters something and waves his hands. The familiar neatly folds your clothes and lays them on a dry patch of straw. “There we go. Do you have any other pressing needs? A glass of water, perhaps?”

You answer no. Actually, you’d love a cold drink of water right now but besides the healing potion, you’re not sure you’d feel safe drinking anything he might offer you.

The wizard shrugs. “As I promised, you’re alive and unharmed. Mostly unharmed, at least. My healing potion will take care of that. I’m sure you can feel it working already. When you’ve recovered, you can leave.” He turns and walks off into the darkened hallways.

Strength returns to your body and your poor, abused hole even starts to close up. When you feel confident that you can stand without falling over, you dress yourself and follow the chittering familiar out through the wizard’s dungeons. You head out through the tower’s front doors and into the night. Outside, the breeze smells sweeter than the finest perfume. You stagger home and collapse into your bed, sleeping soundly until well into the afternoon.

***

You never go near the tower again. The village boy shows up at your house the next day and asks what happened. You’re tempted to punch him, but you don’t have the strength. Instead, you tell him to fuck off as viciously as you can manage. He doesn’t bother you again.

But it doesn’t quite end there. You try to avoid the wizard’s stall on market days but somehow he’s always right in your path, and he always greets you with a wide smile and a cheerful “Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer!” Sometimes, he tries to offer you a very familiar red potion. Your heart stops when you see it, but then he gives you a wink and slips the bottle back into some hidden pocket.

Lately he’s been selling “dragon’s egg” potions and carved amulets. Whenever you see them set out and glinting in the sunlight, you ache somewhere deep inside. You’re sure those eggs didn’t come out of any dragon, but you can never work up the nerve to ask.

You develop a profound sense of appreciation for chickens and egg-laying creatures of all kinds. You can never look at an omelette the same way again.

And it turns out that the potion never truly wore off. Once every few months, you’re awakened in the middle of the night by a sharp pain in your abdomen. The wizard’s familiar swoops in as you push a giant egg out of yourself, cackling to itself as it watches you strain. Laying the egg is always worse than you remember; every push feels useless, like the egg’s trying to cling to your insides out of sheer spite. Eventually it crowns and then slides out, leaving a void where your insides were stretched around it.

Every time, you wonder if this egg will really be the last one. Every time, you ask the familiar to tell the wizard you’re sorry, you never meant any harm, and can he fix what the potion did to you?

The familiar just grins at you and flies off into the night, holding your newborn egg in its arms.

(Hi! I’m deepoceanblue and when I sat down at my computer, this happened. Thanks for reading <3)

anonymous asked:

How about a Nursey/Dex mutual celebrity crush meet-cute with NHL!Nursey and IrishDancer!Dex?

I’m not sure how popular an Irish dancer is, but let’s roll with it. I’m also making a whole bunch of shit up because I don’t know much about Irish dancing. So if something is so glaringly wrong that it completely ruins the story, kindly let me know and I’ll change it up.

Dex has been on tour with the National Academy for over four months now and while he loves dancing (and loves getting paid for it), he’s exhausted. He can’t think of anything more he’d rather do than curl up in his bed at home and sleep for about a week.

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Pro tip: If you know someone has issues with their immune system, tell them if you get sick. If you have plans, let them know you’re sick (yes, even if you’re “mostly over it”). If they choose to risk it, then at least it’s their choice, and they can take extra steps to avoid catching your bug.

If they ask to reschedule, or do go but refuse to touch you or get to close, don’t get angry. Don’t be offended. They’re literally just trying to look out for their health.

Even if it’s a scratchy throat, or you feel a little stuffed up, and you’re not “really sick”, still say something.

Just Roommates?

I like this one a lot because Auston is my babe.  I would defend this boy with my life ok?  Anyways, please remember my requests are always open and i am a huge fan of positive criticism.  

-Cassie


Originally posted by willynylanders

           “Just roommates?  Are you sure? You’re definitely his type so I don’t think you’re just roommates.”  That’s all you’ve heard since the minute you picked up Auston’s sister Alexandria from the airport.  She just didn’t seem to understand why the two of you shared an apartment and she continued to ask.

           “How many times do I have to say that your brother and I are only roommates, friends too I guess but definitely just friends” you say turning up the radio so she wouldn’t say anything else.

           “See, perfect example” she says reaching out and turning the radio down “he blasts the radio so I shut up, it doesn’t usually work.”

           “I think most people do that, well here we are” you smile parking the car in your regular parking spot “thank goodness” you add quietly.

           The ride in the elevator up to yours and Auston’s apartment was quiet, thankfully, and you were thankful to be home until you realized Auston wasn’t home.  Still at practice, the reason he couldn’t pick his sister up.  So, you decided to be a good roommate/friend and pick up his sister.  

           “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You ask politely helping carry in her bags.  For someone only staying a week she had a lot of bags.  “Auston should be back soon, practice was over at 2:00 and it’s 3:00 now.”

           “We can just wait and go out for a late lunch thing” she smiles sitting down on the couch.  “So, what do you do?  This doesn’t seem like a very cheap place”

           Is she asking if you and Auston share the rent equally?  Is she insinuation that you’re mooching a place to live off Auston. “I’m a student, and I work part time and my parents also help me out a little bit” pausing before I continue “If you’re asking if I pay equal rent I do.”

           “Alex you’ve been here an hour and you’re already pissing off my roommate” thank goodness Auston got back now, Alexandria is a lot to handle.

           You retreat to your room letting them have a little alone time since it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other.  “(y/n)” Auston yells from the living room “we’re going to lunch, come on.”

           What?  You had assumed lunch was going to be a sibling thing, why were you being asked, scratch that told.  Never the less you grab your phone, wallet, and jacket, meeting Auston and Alexandria in the front room.  “Sorry, I didn’t realize this wasn’t a family thing.”

           “(y/n) you’re Auston’s girlfriend you are family” Alexandria shakes her head.

           “Sorry my what?” Auston nearly yells looking directly at you as if you did something wrong.

           “Ok Auston no need to look at me like I have ten heads, she’s been going on about us dating since the second she got in my car” you say slipping into your shoes “plus would me being your girlfriend be that bad?”  One look at his face causes you to break out laughing, causing him and Alexandria to laugh as well.  

           You and Auston have a regular friend/roommate relationship, with a few tequila induced, deep secret confessions here and there and sure he’s an attractive guy but you would never feel ‘that’ way about the Leafs number one rookie.  You couldn’t because he would never feel that way about you.  

           Lunch went by with a lot of questions, Alexandria making comments about you and Auston dating, but mostly laughing at Auston’s expense thanks to Alex’s stories about Auston’s childhood and some more recent ones too.  Alex had passed out around 11:00, after a long day of travelling you were a little surprised she made it that long.  

           You went to be shortly after but spent ages tossing and turning.  Deciding it’s pointless you get up to use the washroom you pass Auston’s room noticing the light still on.  Blaming it on your sleepy brain you knock quietly on his door when a quiet “come in” results you open it standing in the doorway.

           “You’re still awake?” he asks concern laced in his voice and your heart flutters.  Boys didn’t usually show much concern for you, especially boys like Auston.  “Is everything ok?”

           “I couldn’t sleep so I got up and saw you light was on” why did you knock on his door in the first place?  “Why are you still awake?”

           “Too much going on in my head.  Come in, I don’t want to wake Alex up” he says patting a spot on his bed for you to sit.

           “Are you stressing yourself out about hockey again?” This is how conversations have started before.  When Auston was in a scoring draught you talked to him and cheered him up, when every time he got a point the Leafs lost and he thought he was a curse you talked to him and cheered him up, when Matt Martin got into a fight for him and he hated himself for it you cheered him and countless other situations too,

           “No just thinking about some stuff, nothing to worry about.”

           “If it’s keeping you up it is something to worry about” you say quietly while pushing his hair back, a habit you picked up because it annoyed you when it fell over his face “Do you want to talk about it?”

           “Just what Alex was saying about me and you” he paused laughing a little “she’s crazy.” BANG! Did someone just shoot you in the heart? Because that’s definitely what it felt like.  Every muscle in your body stiffening.  Auston took notice because his hand turned your face to look at him before continuing. “Unless she’s not crazy and what she said isn’t crazy and maybe me and you dating isn’t so far fetched.”  

           “I take back my previous statement asking if you wanted to talk about it” you say quickly starting to get up but all your efforts being halted when Auston grabs your hand.  

           “No way, I started there’s no way this conversation isn’t happening.  But if Alex is crazy and you have absolutely no feelings for me we can pretend this never happened” do you have feelings for him, that’s the question here.  “Judging by the pink in your cheeks and the fact that you’ve moved closer to me, and haven’t moved back when I moved closer to you, I don’t think that you think Alex is crazy.”

           Wow, the both of you are really close.  So close you can feel his breath on your face.  When the hell are you ever going to get this chance again?  Based on this you make the decision to just close the space between the two of you and kiss him.  You kiss Auston Matthews.  The kiss is sweet and tentative neither of you really sure it’s happening.

           “I knew it!” is what causes you to pull away “That happened a lot quicker than I thought it would but I knew you two would be together.”

           “Go away Alex!” Auston yells throwing a pillow at her.  

           “I guess now you can go to sleep since we’ve cleared this whole thing up?” you ask him starting to get up from his bed.

           “I’m doing anything but sleeping now thanks to you” he laughs pulling you back down on his bed and bringing your lips back to his.  

           “No sex while I’m here” Alex yells out again causing you to laugh and Auston to tell her to shut up again.  

Never Have I Ever

(my first klance fic~ thanks to @kageyama-tobiyo for the encouragement!!)

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The last time the castle malfunctioned, its system had been poisoned by a Galra virus.

This time, it’s Pidge’s and Hunk’s fault. 

Keith stares at the crack between the floor and door, watching the frantic shadows run across the marble floor. There’s a vein throbbing in his forehead.

“Seriously, who thinks it’s a good idea to play with the castle’s systems while we’re trying to clean?!” Lance yells, smacking the door lightly. Keith can really only see his shoes; his eyes are still adjusting to the darkness. 

Outside, Hunk whines. “We’re sorry, man! We’re trying to fix it!” 

“Well,” Keith sighs, leaning against the wall, “At least there’s enough room for fresh air to get in.” 

Lance hums and moves away from the door. “Good excuse to stop cleaning, too.” 

Keith chuckles quietly. Lance smiles a bit as he looks around the room, searching the darkness. Boredom is already kicking in. Soon enough Coran will come back to check on their progress; he’s kind of looking forward to all the yelling that’ll happen. At least it’ll be entertaining to listen to.

“Hey.” Keith doesn’t respond, so Lance says, “Let’s play a game. Let’s plaaaaaay… Never Have I Ever!” 

“What’s that?”

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anonymous asked:

fam your threesomes are so lit 👌🏻👌🏻 they've made me in the mood to read some more, do you have any recommendations for any threesomes? specifically thing like ones because those kill me omg

okay, okay, I think i got you 👌🏻 cue to me scrolling through my following list so i don’t miss any out.

» business | Taehyung + Jungkook | by @btssmutgalore (there’s two parts right now, i don’t know if there will be a third, I mean, I haven’t even read part 2 yet because part 1 messed me up too much (but well i did skim the ending because my curiosity got the better of me and well…rip me)) 

» pour up | Taehyung + Jungkook | by @jungkxook (this was one of the first things i ever read on tumblr and there are no words to describe how good this is tbh) 

» unexpected | Yoongi + surprises | by @noona-la-la-la (I say surprises because the last part made me explode haha, it’s a series and not technically a threesome, but amazing nonetheless!!!) 

» the resolve | Jungkook + Wonho | by @wonhopes (KILL ME NOW. I’m still in denial about crushing on jungkook AND wonho probably, but when my sister showed me this I had heart palpitations… thanks sis)

» boastful drunks | Jungkook + Jimin | by @ellieljade (confession time, I haven’t read this yet, but I know it will be good OBVIOUSLY so it’s next on my list, I just need to make sure I’m well hydrated first…) 

Also, I just realised Jungkook is in all of these bar one lmao, so yeah… ooops, I need to reevaluate myself and read more!!! 

😊Now or Never? (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:  “meeting the boys at like a meet and greet or something and whispering “hi daddy” or something like that to ethan and him being shook and yeah, ethan’s daddy kink will be the death of me - your fav ethan girl, sam”

Warnings: Mention of daddy but not much else

A/N: Y/S/N-Your sister’s name. Thanks for all the notes on my first imagine you guys! Means a lot to me! Requests are OPEN!

Also all the love for Sam @dolantwinswriting :) <3

I did not want to get up this morning, but I needed to. I had to meet my sister to go over some stuff for her wedding this summer. Thankfully we were meeting at Starbucks and her fiancé works there so we get discounts. I crawled out of bed and walked to my closet. I didn’t want to dress too fancy but I also didn’t want to look too bummy in case the cute barista Kyle was working. I decided to wear an oversized powder blue t-shirt with black leggings. I applied a little amount of eyeliner and baby pink lip gloss. I brushed my hair down hoping it wouldn’t frizz to terribly. I threw my black vans on and ran down the stairs and out the door muttering ‘bye’ to my mom who was standing in the kitchen with my dad. I felt the cold wind brush my skin. I sucked in a breath, wishing I had grabbed a jacket. Thankfully, Starbucks was about a 5 minute walk from my house so I didn’t see any reason to grab one. After all, the high for today is 70°F degrees so I’m not too worried. Hopefully the walk will warm me up.

I was wrong. The weather was getting chillier than normal. I could feel my teeth slightly chatter. I checked my weather app on my phone which read 54°F. Thankfully I could see the Starbucks in the distance. Instead of ordering a caramel frappucino I decided I’ll get something a little bit warmer. I pulled open the glass door and I saw my sister inside wearing her varsity jacket and glasses. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and her black framed glasses rested near the tip of her nose. I made my way to the barista who was smiling at me.

“Hey Kyle.” I said blushing a bit. His dark slicked back hair looked really good in his green hat. His dark eyes and big hands grabbed a venti cup as he wrote my name.

“Hey Y/N! Caramel frap extra whip?” He asked me and I shook my head. “What? Y/N are you okay?” He asked setting the cup and marker down. I could hear my sister laughing from a few tables away.

“Yes I’m fine but it’s also -2 outside so I’m feeling something on the warm side.” I said looking up at the menu. “Ooo a white chocolate mocha latte sounds good. I would like that.”  I smiled as his marker wrote on the paper cup. I paid the discounted price and I went over and sat with my sister. “There the soon to be bride!” I exclaimed and she covered her face.

“Hopefully we can pick dresses and flower arrangements today. The colors are pink and charcoal so the guys will have pink boutonniere and the gals will have pink bridesmaid dresses. And you Y/N will wear a charcoal dress with a pink bow around the waist, yes?” My sister says and I scroll through all of my social medias on my phone. Y/S/N was still talking and going on and on about this wedding this August. I didn’t really care at this point. I would rather be at home in my warm bed watching 13 Reasons Why. I was scrolling through twitter when I saw one of my favorite twins had tweeted.

@ethandolan: Just finished editing the video for this week you guys. Probably Gray and I’s favorite so far! See you on Tuesday!

I smiled at my phone. “Hello?” I snap out of my thoughts and look at my sister puzzled. Her eyebrows were furrowed like she was confused but her lips were in a flat line as if she knew I wasn’t paying any attention. “Y/N have you been listening to me at all?” Y/S/N asked and I decided to lie.

“Of course Y/S/N! You and Tyler want flowers at your wedding.” I saved and she rolled her eyes, obviously not impressed.

“What kind?”

“Daisies.”

“Tyler’s mom is allergic to daisies. We want orchids. Gosh if I would have known you were going to be on your phone the whole time I would have just invited mom to help me.” Y/S/N lectured me when I heard the sweetest sound.

“White chocolate mocha for Y/N.” Tyler, sister’s fiance, says and I look at my sister. I hear her huff as I stand from my seat. I walked to the bar and grabbed the little plastic piece you can stick in the mouth hole to keep you hot drinks from spilling. I decided I wanted to add some milk to tone the heat down. I looked around before I saw the touch up station which had sugars, cream, milk, etc. so you can make your coffee how you wanted.

As I was pouring my milk into my drink to help cool it down, I heard the bell ring signalling someone had walked into the store. I turned my head and I almost dropped the milk when I see two familiar faces. Ethan and Grayson Dolan had just walked into Starbucks. The Starbucks I go to on a weekly basis. The Starbucks my soon-to-be brother-in-law works.

“Eth what do you want?” Grayson asks as they both walk up to the menu. He was wearing a black snapback and a long sleeved shirt with jeans. Obviously he knew it was chilly outside today. I am shook right now. I look around to see the only people in the Starbucks is my sister, me, baristas (like 5), the twins, and some old guy. This was my chance.

“Caramel frappuccino extra whip? Why do you even ask.” He says as he runs his fingers through his hair. He was wearing his 4OU hoodies and some sweats. He must have been at his house just chilling and editing when he probably got a craving. He looked extremely attractive right now. I was about to ask for a picture until my sister snaps at me.

“Y/N!” I heard my sister snap. I look towards her and I notice the boys also look my direction. Embarrassed, I scurried off to my seat across from my sister and I’m basically hyperventilating. I want to go up and ask for a picture because how often does this happen? Never! Ethan and Gray don’t casually always come to the same Starbucks as me. Then again, I don’t want to bother them. They are probably just getting coffee and leaving to go finish for the video for Tuesday. My sister looked towards the twin and then mouthed ‘is that them?’ to me. I nodded and put my finger over my mouth signalling her to please not say anything. “Go ask for a picture.” She says and I shake my head. She looked back at the twins who were talking and waiting for their coffee.

“Y/S/N please.” I begged.

“Hey!” She shouts and the boys turn their head towards us. “Are you guys the youtube kids?” She asks and I bury my face in my hand. I could feel my cheeks changing temperature from a nice cool to fire burning red right about now.

“Yeah I’m Gray and this is Ethan. We just finished this week’s video it will be up Tuesday.” He says smiling at me. Ethan was smiling at me too and I blushed even harder.

“That blush is super cute just saying.” Ethan says and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know what to say.

“Excuse me?” I said and Ethan laughed again.

“Your face is as red as Winnie The Pooh’s shirt. I said it was cute.” He says changing his posture to be standing taller.

“T-Thanks. It’s nat-natural.” I said awkwardly stuttering. Ethan kept smiling. He even licked his lip, cracking a wider smile.

“Sorry she doesn’t get out much and plus she’s a big fan.” Y/S/N said and I lightly hit her

Shoulder which made Ethan laugh.

“Haha don’t worry about it. We’ve had girls who were hysterically crying to the loudest most boisterous people ever so we’ve seen it all. What’s your name?” Grayson asks us with a smile.

“Y/N.” I replied smiling.

“Well Y/N would you like a picture? Your sister can be in it too if she wants.” Grayson asks and my sister looks at me.

“I wouldn’t but she would.” My sister points to me. She pulls out her phone and Grayson stands in front of the muffins and other baked goods.

“Come on Y/N.” Ethan says as he pulls out my chair making me get up. I stand to my feet and walk over to them smiling. My sister follows and stands a few feet in front of us.

We take normal pictures, funny pictures, even pictures of them kissing my cheeks. They were honestly the sweetest most down to earth guys I have ever met. We even did a picture where they picked me up sideways and held me. That one took a few shots because we all kept laughing.

“Dolans!” The barista shouts.

“I got it.” Grayson says leaving just Ethan and I by ourselves. I looked at Ethan who was smiling which made me smile.

“Sorry for being awkward earlier and thanks for the picture.” I said picking at my jeans. He chuckled throwing his head back.

“Don’t worry about it. Want to do another picture? Just us two?” He asks and I nod. I pull out my phone and angle it up. This was my chance. I was never going to see them again and I was just going to be any other fan. Ethan kisses my cheek and I snap the picture. I showed Ethan and he nodded his head. “Make sure to tweet that to me so I can follow you and so I can have it on my phone. I love meeting fans.” Ethan says as Grayson walks up with coffees.

“E we have to get going. It was nice to meet you Y/N.” Grayson says giving me a hug. I hugged him back of course. I turned to Ethan. Now or never. I lean in for a hug.

“Thanks daddy.” I whispered in his ear. I could feel him freeze. I pulled away with a kiss on his cheek. I heard him gulp as I pulled away from him. “Hey Y/S/N ready to go?” I hollered at my sister not even worrying about the shocked Ethan that was standing still. “Hopefully I’ll see you guys around!” I said with a wave. Grayson waved back and Ethan stood frozen in his place.




Part 2?