never say a word again

Oh joy. Just had to deal with an hour long meltdown from my anxiety-ridden youngest. We had a great night solving puzzles at the museum and swimming at the YMCA, but we had a fight because he refused to walk his dog then threw a paper at me. Which, yeah… I don’t deal well with acts of aggression, so I sent him to his room so we could both cool our tempers… where he promptly skyped his dad to complain about me… which led to his dad saying something about taking me to court so they could live with him.

Holy panic attack, Batman. Q freaked the fuck out about ten minutes after he hung up. He doesn’t even want to spend a weekend with his dad, let alone live with him. His dad is physically aggressive and short tempered and lacks predictable discipline strategies. He yells all the time. We’ve had conversations, the three of us, about how scared Q gets when my ex loses his temper, and how it makes him not ever want to visit. My ex is almost six feet tall, 350 pounds, and terrifying to my little 10 year old.

Whyyyyyyyyy.

We talked, and I calmed him down, and Q decided he’s going to stop complaining to his dad and start writing in his journal instead. I told him that’s fine, though he could call Grandma too if he wanted to vent. Which, everyone vents about their parents, so it’s fine. I told him I’m not mad, and if he actually wants to live with his Dad, I would not be mad about that either. But he said the kid equivalent of hell no, and that was that.

Sheesh. Parenting.

Walking away from you was harder than I ever thought it would be. All I wanted to do was hold on to you and never let go. Sadly, I had no choice but to leave..
—  L.N. | losing you

threefivestep  asked:

Your voltron headcannons cured my cancer and added 12 years to my lifespan

if i applied to med school could i like. cite this as a reference

  • *something happens* lance: “hashtag yikes” 
    • keith: “how about you never say the word ‘hashtag’ out loud again” lance: “um hashtag salty much?”
  • allura and keith will judge each other for making bad decisions while in the process of making the exact same bad decisions
  • *hunk voice* “justice…… is served”
  • shiro mentally refers to every voltron mission as Operation FUBAR
  • [allura decks lotor] “your princess is in another castle”
  • hunk introduces keith to people as Galra Keith. it’s his full title now
  • one time pidge didn’t wanna go to the kitchen for a glass of water so she spent an hour programming a robot to do it for her instead
    • robot: “what is my purpose” pidge: “you get me water” robot: “……..oh my god” pidge: “yeah welcome to the club, pal”
  • coran, holding out his fist for a fist bump: “hunk!! fist me!!!” hunk: “oh man this is really not a conversation i wanna have”
Make Out (Tom Holland x Reader)

Originally posted by parkery

Summary: When Tom and Harrison buy their new apartment… they end up moving into the Reader’s building. The Reader is ecstatic, being a huge fan of the duo, particularly Tom. They’re desperate to catch a glimpse of Tom, desperate to get his attention. And they sure do… although a series of unfortunate and embarrassing accidents isn’t the way they wanted to do so. 

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader (romantic), Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield (platonic), Harrison Osterfield x Reader (platonic) 

Warning(s): Vaguely described sexy dancing, swearing, embarrassment

Inspiration: Make Out by Rixton 

Word count: 865

A/N: I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I AM DOING THIS, TERROR IS COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS. Okay, now that that’s outta the way… I adore this song and Tom… so thought why not put the two together? Anyways, this is my first imagine in… awhile. The second one I’ve ever written, and the first one I’ve written on this blog. Please leave me some feedback! 

P.S I know I use the f-word a lot. Sorry. It’s just… ingrained into my thoughts now.


Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield had moved into the building your flat was in nearly a month ago. Initially, you were flabbergasted, and desperate for a sight of them. You adored both boys, even more so after the release of Spiderman: Homecoming… and just seeing them in person would surely put you on cloud nine. Mostly because you had the world’s biggest crush on Tom. You couldn’t have been more wrong. 

Three days after they had moved in, you had been cleaning around the window near your fire escape and accidentally knocked one of your many potted plants off of the windowsill. It fell several stories to the pavement below… and almost hit Harrison fucking Osterfield. Both boys had looked up, clearly startled. You squeaked and promptly ducked back inside, face tomato red with mortification. You sunk to the floor and buried your face in your hands, heart pounding wildly. You’d almost killed one of your favourite celebrities! God. How could you be that stupid? Had they seen you? It had felt as though Tom was looking right at you…You shivered at the thought.  

Then and there you vowed to never do something like that again and to never say a word about it, were you ever to bump into them. Unfortunately, the Universe had other plans for you, and that was only the first of many embarrassing incidents involving you and Tom Holland. 


The next… escapade occurred roughly two weeks after the “Deadly Potted Plant Incident”, as your best friend had dubbed it through a fit of giggles the very night of the tragedy. You were returning from the library, a mountain of books stacked in your arms. Most were for research purposes, but a few were pleasure reads, and you were quite excited to look at every single book. The lift hadn’t been working the past few days, so you had to take the stairs. Misfortune, it seemed, was following you everywhere these days. 

With a soft sigh, you started to climb, arms awkwardly positioned to keep a grip on the stack of books. You made it up two flights of stairs before disaster struck. You couldn’t see very well with all the books in the way and thought that there was another step when there actually wasn’t… you lurched and tumbled to the ground, books skidding across the landing every which way. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, pushing up into a standing position, your bum going out, wincing as you straightened your knees. You gently rubbed at your knees, hissing at the pain, still bent over. There’d be some lovely purple bruises tomorrow. Fantastic. Someone had cleared their throat, startling you into making a rather undignified noise and somehow flailing your way into falling again. This time on to the landing. Smack on your ass. And of course- because the Universe hated you- It was Tom fucking Holland

“Hey… are you alright, love?” He asked gently, squatting down in order to be eye-level with you. Your eyes went wide, cheeks warming significantly. God, he was so pretty up close… You opened and closed your mouth a few times, probably looking like a fish… of fucking course now was the time your voice chose to take a lunch break. After a few painful minutes, you were finally able to speak… and that made things even worse. 

“No!” You squealed, scrambling backwards on all fours, “I almost killed Harrison with a potted plant last week and now-” You cut yourself off, gasping. You’d specifically told yourself never to mention that if you met Tom! God, you were such a mess! You quickly gathered your books and somehow sprinted up the stairs. Once you got into your apartment, you threw yourself on the couch, moaning over your embarrassment. Only you could mess up this bad. 


The third incident happened the next week. You just couldn’t catch a break. You had, by this point, lulled yourself into a false sense of security. You hadn’t seen Tom or Harrison since the “Book Bumble Of Utter Humiliation” (okay, so you’d practically run away whenever either of them spotted you) and everything else in your life had been going pretty well. Your favourite professor had asked to keep one of your essays to use it as a future example. 

You had just returned from grocery shopping, headphones in and two bags in your hand. The lift was finally working again, so you walked in. Your favourite song of the moment came on before the doors closed. Things had been getting better… you hadn’t had any more… eventful encounters with your famous sort-of neighbours. You could just… let go and dance to your favourite song, right? You put your bags on the ground, hips already starting to drop and move with the bass. Seconds later, you were full on dancing as though you were in a club. A bright smile bloomed on your face as you spun around slowly, circling your hips, hands in the air. 

You hadn’t noticed that the lift had stopped… but you did see the doors opening over your shoulder mid hip-roll. And there, in all his lazy Sunday afternoon glory, was Tom Holland, mouth hanging open. Oh shit.

To be continued…

Barbarian: Okay so can we fit through the hole i’ve chopped in the wall?
DM: Yeah… yeah, it’s big enough for a character of the “Small” size class to fit through.
Barbarian: Is anyone here small?
Players: *chorus of ‘No’s*
Ranger: Wait, what about you, you’re a dwarf right?
Fighter: No, we’re Medium.
DM: How the hell is a dwarf not the Small class?
Rogue: Dwarves are short but thick
Ranger: We’re thicc
DM: Never say those words again please

“I’m tired,” Kent says.

“Hi, tired. I’m Jack.”

Kent glares at him. “I swear to fuck, you’re turning into your dad.”

Jack shrugs.

“I’m tired,” Kent says again.

Jack tips his head to one side, turns his body towards Kent. He’s listening, blue eyes intent on Kent’s face. And Kent would be lying if he said that full attention didn’t still pull something in his belly taut. It’s not that he loves Jack anymore, not the same way–just that his whole body remembers being the focus of Jack’s attention.

“I know,” Jack says.

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Lost and found

[Post 5x23 spec fic]

This is me processing the last few minutes of that finale because it’s the only way I’m making it until October. Enjoy!!


Just in case…. Just in case… Just in case…

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the destruction ripping apart the island, the island that seemed to never stop taking from him, as her voice echoed in his head. That innate protectiveness that drove him was screaming at him to move, to save them— somehow save them, no matter how irrational it seemed that there was a chance they were still alive, but it was like all the oxygen had left his body when Chase pulled that trigger. His body felt heavy, his feet glued to the spot as he clung to his son. The one part of him he knew for certain he hadn’t lost and couldn’t bear to let go of for even a second.

“Oliver…” William croaked, “Dad?”

The sound of his shaking voice unfroze him and he dropped to his knees to look him in the eye. He couldn’t find the capacity to form words yet, shock still numbing his brain as explosions continued to echo through the air, so he just squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Like he had done so many times with Felicity when words failed him.

He tried not to think about the words he should have said to her before he let her walk away. Words he might have forever lost his chance to say.

William’s eyes drifted over his shoulder to the fire blazing on the shore, “My mom… is she…”

“I don’t know.” He wouldn’t give him false hope, wouldn’t placate him with, “she’s going to be okay,” wouldn’t assure anything else that he couldn’t be certain of. He had already made that mistake. Pain, the kind he never wanted his son to feel and would give anything to spare him from, flickered in his eyes as his small hand grasped his arm tightly.

Just in case…

The coms. He was afraid to try, afraid to be met with silence. Closing his eyes, he tapped that spot over his heart.

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Aries: At some point, you have to open up again. You have to stop pushing everyone who tried to get close to you away, because while you like being alone right now, you’re going to hate being lonely when the cold sets in. Winter is coming, my dear.

Taurus: Bandage your wounds yourself. Don’t let their sweet words be poison dripping onto already open wounds, and do not let them trick you into a sweet daydream that will be twisted into a nightmare. You know better than that, and it’s time you started showing it.

Gemini: I know that you hate what you see every day in the mirror and it makes you want to destroy yourself, but sweetheart, you truly are a beautiful work of art. I just wish you could see that, because you can look at anyone else and see that their eyes light up when you walk into the room.

Cancer: Do not let someone control you like that ever again. Never let someone’s word have such a big say over your life again, because it’ll only lead you right back into every place you’ve been trying to escape from. Take this as a lesson, and move on.

Leo: Close your eyes; it’s time to finally sleep. I know you’ve been to hell and back, and your nightmares seem to haunt you even more when you’re awake, but you can rest now. You’ve won this war, you’re the survival story, and it’s time for sleep now.

Virgo : Please find your self worth, wherever you’ve hid it. Even if it’s at the bottom of the bottle you keep hidden under your car seat, or in that pipe that resides in your nightstand drawer, or in the lips of the girl you don’t fucking love, find yourself again and know that you’re stronger than all the shit you’ve gone through.

Libra: Stop obsessing over the thoughts of every past you could have had, and of all of the bridges you never quite walked on, and be happy with the road you are on, because looking back will never serve you or them any good. It’s time to get your knees to stop shaking and start moving forward again.

Scorpio: It’s time you stopped using your thoughts to cut yourself open again and again. Stop using your memories to find brand new ways to hate yourself, it’s time to stop using the past like an exacto knife, and time to use it to smile, for everything that happened and everything it caused.

Sagittarius: It’s okay that you can’t seem to find your home, and that your skin still feels like a jail cell. You’ve been fighting demons for so long that you don’t know what peace really feels like, and I am so proud of you and everything you’ve done. It will be okay, my love, you are truly a hero.

Capricorn: Maybe those ghosts that you’ve been trying so desperately to keep locked inside your closet and gagged with old t-shirts, are truly trying to help you instead of hurt you once more, and it’s finally time to sit up and listen, because they know you and they know how to help.

Aquarius: Yes, they still think of you. Yes, they still miss you. But now it really doesn’t matter, because you’ve already burned that bridge, and ran so far away from all the things you’ve done, going back now would be pointless. You made the right choice, now please start acting like you know it.

Pisces: Stop trying to run away from everything good in your life, and everything precious that you dearly love, simply because you’re so terrified of destroying what little good exists in your world. The good that exists is there to stay. You can not destroy it. It is not glass, it is not fragile; you can not run from this.

—  This week’s horoscope

For catharsis reasons and because I had feelings that compelled me to let them out.

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All my love to @winterbythesea for looking this over for me. You are aces. <3


It happens like this.

She is running, her heart pounding, her breath a stab in her throat as she sees the Nautilus breach by the dock. When it steadies, she sees people start to come out of the little door on the top, stepping onto the landing bay and starting to make their way up the stairs. Little dots of people from this distance and yet she is already searching for him.

She gets close enough to make out that Jasmine stands beside the door when she sees him. His hair first, black and messy and matted down to his scalp as he begins to appear from the door of the Nautilus. His eyes next, brow furrowed and eyes looking down as he tries to watch his step on the ladder. Mouth next, twisted into a grimace and already her heart is shouting for her to smooth his brow, to kiss his scowl away.

But he is too far away yet and she is running as fast as she can.

His shoulders only pop out for a moment before he disappears altogether, his shout of pain audible to her even as she is still too far to hold him. But then Jasmine reaches down and takes his hand, starting the whole process again.

Hair, eyes, lips, shoulders.

She takes the stairs down two at a time, pushing through other crew members making their way up.

He comes up once more and this time, she is there when his feet touch the ground. His weight on one foot while the other is bent at the knee, hanging in the air as he leans on Jasmine to stay standing, his eyes still down as he tries not to lose his balance again.

Her steps slow now, her frantic running slowing to a stumbling walk before stopping altogether. He hasn’t seen her yet and she takes a moment to breathe, to steady herself before she collapses on the wood beneath her. But her heart knows no reason, thumping through her veins as her breath shudders through her.

“Killian?”

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